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That Night (MF, inc)

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That Night

By Spectre


     My sister and I weren't really close before we were teenagers.  I'm 
two years older and was always a step ahead in what I was allowed to do.  
We didn't fight all that much, we just weren't really friends.  Looking 
back, I know it was sexual tension.  Kayla was always beautiful, always the 
loveliest girl in my eyes.  Slender without being thin, dark skin that 
bronzed in the summer sun, long brown hair that developed blonde streaks as 
she grew older.  She has amazing eyes, so brown and deep you could wander 
in them for days.

     She was the quiet, intelligent type, even though her beauty made 
people think otherwise.  Still, she wasn't the buxom, classic beauty that 
made other girls jealous and had boys lined up to date her.  So it happened 
that, as we grew older, we became more and more each other's best friend.

     I graduated and went off to college.  She graduated, then followed me 
to the same school.  Those two years we were there together were a 
wonderful time.  People often mistook us for a couple, the way we'd laugh 
and hang on each other, the way we were always together.  That's when I 
really began to feel something special for her.
 
    As teens, Kayla was frequently the star in my masturbation fantasies.  
I'd ogle her around the house, try to peek on her (I once saw her in bra 
and panties), and when she wore a bikini...I was doomed.  As our friendship 
grew, I pushed away those feelings of lust, reminding myself how unnatural 
it was.

     Then came Sharon. I met her right out of college.  I'd moved into an 
apartment building near the radio station where I'd landed a job.  We hit 
it off, and though I never told anyone, she was my first steady girlfriend.  
Romance seemed to flower quickly.  Back in college, Kayla also seemed to be 
moving on, getting a boyfriend.  It wasn't her first, though, as I'd been 
jealous of many of her dates.

     Time passed.  Sharon and I moved in together after a year of dating.  
Kayla graduated that spring and right away moved in with her boyfriend.  
And we started dating again.  We didn't call it that, but that's what it 
was.  We'd go to the movies, to shows, out to eat, or even afternoons in 
the park.  Just the two of us.

     Jerry, her boyfriend, decided he'd go play poker all night around mid-
September.  Kayla accepted my invitation to sleep over at my apartment, so 
she wouldn't be alone.  Sharon was going to one of her activist's meetings 
(she was always protesting something) so Kayla and I went to the movies.  
She picked out Gladiator, and it turned out to be a very momentous choice.

     In the movie, Joaquin Phoenix plays the Emperor of Rome who is 
infatuated with his own sister.  All through the movie he kept trying to 
seduce her, finally blackmailing her into being his lover.  Kayla kept 
casting glances at me, grinning, but it made me uncomfortable.  It made me 
realize how much I desired my own sister.  How much I'd fallen in love with 
her.
 
    On the drive home afterward, Kayla was thoughtful.  "Why do you think 
he was like that?" she asked me, meaning the Emperor in the movie.  "I 
mean, he's rich and powerful, he could have any woman in the world.  Why 
his own sister?"
 
    I was glad she couldn't see my face in the darkened car.  "Maybe," I 
suggested, "he just thought she was the most beautiful and desirable woman 
he'd ever known.  No one else would do."

     "Oh," she replied, pensive.  "I thought it might be because he wanted 
a child of pure blood or something."

     Shit.  I hadn't thought of that.  I'd projected my own feelings into 
it.  I tried to read her expression but couldn't.  I just hoped she didn't 
see through my thin answer to my desire beneath.

     Back at my place, Sharon was already in bed.  I chatted with her as I 
changed into nightwear.  Sharon loved her Valium and was already very 
woozy.  She passed out before I'd left the room.  Kayla joined me in the 
living room wearing the nightgown she'd brought with her.  The hem fell 
only to mid-thing, and it took all my willpower not to ogle her legs.  
Likewise, the neckline was low cut and sheer, showing my her cleavage.  
Kayla had very small breasts and they had always turned me on.
 
    "Nice gown," I commented, unable to resist saying something.


     Kayla looked down at herself.  "Thanks," she said.  She put her hand 
on her chest.  "Not much to show off, though."

     "You've got enough," I told her.

     She glanced at me quickly, then back down, running a hand over her 
small boobs.  "I don't know," she said.  "They're so small."

     "I think they're perfect," I heard myself say.  It was like I'd lost 
control of my mouth.

     "You do?" she asked, a grin appearing on her lips.  Her sweet, 
kissable lips.  "That's so sweet..."  I think I blushed, so I turned away 
quickly and led the way to the sofa.

     "Want to watch TV?" I asked over my shoulder.

     "Nah," Kayla replied.  "Not in the mood.  Why don't we just talk?"  I 
started to sit down, then I saw my sister sit on the floor, so I joined her 
down there.  That was fine with me.  It was a lot easier to glance at her 
legs this way. 

     We chatted for awhile, covering topics like our jobs, our 
relationships (neither of us was very happy, it seemed), and the fact that 
she had recently had an article published in the New Yorker.

     "That reminds me," I said, reaching beneath the sofa for the item I'd 
hidden there.  "I have something for you.  Kind of a reward."  I pulled out 
a small box and handed it to her.

     "What is it?" she asked, her eyes shining.  My God, she looked so 
beautiful right then.

     "Open it and see."

     She pried the hinged lid open and gasped when she saw the gold anklet 
inside.  I knew she had an affinity for ankle jewelry.

     "Oh, Nick!" she cooed.  "It's beautiful!  But why?"

     "I told you, a reward for becoming published.  Besides, I love you 
Sis."  I swallowed hard.  "You're my best friend, and I just wanted you to 
know how special you are to me."

     "That is so sweet," she said, tears appearing at the corners of her 
eyes.  She gave me a soft, lingering kiss on my cheek.  "You're my best 
friend, too," she whispered in my ear.  She slid back a notch and handed me 
the anklet.  "Put it on me?" she asked.  Then she lifted her leg and 
planted her petite foot flat on my chest.

     I froze.

     I felt a sudden rush of excitement.  Kayla's gown had fallen back as 
her leg came up, exposing her limb all the way up to her panties.  I knew 
in that moment that the rest of my life was going to be agony, that no 
other woman on Earth could fill my heart like my own, dear sister.

     I didn't try to hide my emotions as I slowly ran my gaze up and down 
her leg.  I held her foot and caressed her calf, then took the anklet from 
her hand.  Kayla seemed a little surprised at my actions, but I was lost.  
I was consumed by desire.  I fastened the jewelry around her delicate 
ankle, then caressed her leg again.  I kissed the top of her foot, stroked 
her leg, and Kayla did not protest or try to pull away.

     When I took her big toe in my mouth, she gasped.  I held her foot up 
and licked her sole, making her moan.  Our eyes locked, and I could see the 
wantonness on her face.  I licked my way over her foot and up her calf, her 
shin, to her knee.

     I was closer then, so I leaned to her face.  Kayla's eyes flickered 
closed as I pressed my lips to hers.  She had such soft lips.  Her tongue 
snaked out, and I took it into my mouth.  The thrill was nearly 
overwhelming.  I was french-kissing my own very beautiful sister!

     I put my hand on her breast, and she jumped.  She pulled back a 
little.  "Nick," she began.  I expected protest and didn't want to hear it.  
I shushed her, covering her mouth with my fingers, then kissing her again.  
She let me press her back until she was laying on the floor and I was 
hovering over her.

     We kissed passionately, giving in to our pent up incestuous lust.  My 
hands roamed her body, and she spread her legs wide for me when I reached 
for her crotch.  Her back arched and she moaned into my mouth as I rubbed 
her pussy through her panties.  I slid my hand in through the waistband, 
and suddenly I was stroking my sister's wet cunt.

     She clutched at me as I slid a finger into her.  She was surprisingly 
tight, and I imagined what it would feel like to have my cock inside her.  
I kissed my way down her body quickly.  Planting myself between my sister's 
spread legs, I pulled aside the crotch of her panties for my first look at 
her pussy.

     It was beautiful, just like the rest of her.  She had trimmed her bush 
into a neat inverted trapezoid, her inner lips peeked out seductively from 
her hairless vulva, and all her flesh here was a light tan, her natural 
color.  I ran my tongue through her slit.  Kayla stiffened and moaned 
loudly, then slapped her hand over her mouth.  I tongue-fucked her pussy, 
reveling in her musk.

     "Nick!" she gasped, her body shuddering.  "We can't do this!"

     I looked at her over her flat tummy, my face glistening with her 
juices.  "I'll stop if you want to," I told her, wondering if I could.  
"Just say so.  Tell me you don't want this, and I'll stop."

     She held herself up on her elbows and gazed at me, saying nothing.  I 
smiled broadly and dove back into her pussy.  Kayla fell back with a gasp.  
She lifted her legs, bringing her knees back, toes pointed down my body, 
and she grasped my head with both hands, pulling my face against her cunt.  
She was totally opened up to me now.  I sucked her pussy, and tongued her 
clit, and minutes later she had an orgasm.

     Kayla's body tensed.  Her toes curled.  Her head came off the floor, 
her face scrunched as her body shook and her woman cum flooded my mouth.  I 
eagerly drank my sister's cunt juice and lapped at her pussy until she 
began to calm down.

     Quickly, I removed her panties and tossed them aside.  She was 
starting to protest again as I pushed her legs back, my hands behind her 
thighs, and started french kissing her pussy.  Kayla moaned and thrust her 
hips up at me, grinding her pussy into my mouth.

     I was dizzy with disbelief.  This was my most erotic fantasy come 
true!  Kayla shuddered as another orgasm swept over her.  I rode it out, 
sucking her pussy, then stood as she calmed.  She looked up at me, panting, 
her feet flat on the floor and legs spread lewdly as I began to strip.  I 
pulled off my shirt, tossed it aside, then shoved my shorts down.

     As I stepped out of them, Kayla sat up.  When I stood, her eyes were 
glued to my cock.  She reached for it.  I shuddered with delight as I 
watched her delicate hand wrap around my meat.  She stroked me a few times, 
and looked up at me, an expression of amusement on her face.

     "I never imagined it would be so big," she told me.  She pulled her 
legs under her and rose up on her knees, putting her face level with my 
crotch.  "It's just as lovely as I always thought it would be, though," she 
said, letting me know that my sister had also had fantasies about me.  I 
thought I'd die when she opened her mouth and began to suck me.  She moaned 
as if she was tasting something wonderful, and I couldn't decide what was 
more thrilling, the sensation of her mouth on my cock or the sight of my 
gorgeous sister's face in my crotch.  I watched her mesmerized.

     She pulled off but continued to jack my cock, now slick with her 
saliva.  "Have you ever cum in a girl's mouth?" she asked, looking up at 
me.

     I shook my head.  "Good," she said.  "I'll be the first to taste your 
cum."  I very nearly did cum when she slurped me into her mouth again.  She 
pulled off again.  "And yours will be the first cum ever in my mouth.  Not 
this time, though."  She released my cock and grabbed the hem of her gown.  
She pulled it off in one smooth motion, revealing her wonderful body to my 
hungry gaze.  She was so beautiful I felt I could cry.

     Kayla lay back again on the floor.  She held her arms out to me.  I 
dropped to my knees between her spread legs and lowered myself on top of 
her.  Her naked tits pressed into my bare chest.  We kissed deeply as my 
cock rubbed against her pussy.  It found it's way to her opening without 
guidance, as if it had been born knowing the way, like it was coming home.

     I pushed into my sister's pussy slowly but firmly.  Her hands clawed 
my back as I split her lips.  She was tight, the tightest I'd ever 
experienced.  She told me later that my cock was easily twice as large as 
any she'd ever had inside her...or ever would again.

     Her pussy was wet and hot, and it engulfed my cock like a glove.  I 
had to work it in, but finally I was buried inside her.  We were joined, my 
sister and I.

     My face was inches from hers as I thrust into her.  I could taste her 
breath, see the lust boiling in the depths of her eyes.  She brought her 
legs up and wrapped them around my waist, locking her ankles together.  I 
pulled out until only my head was left inside her, then plunged back in.  
Her eyes fluttered and she moaned my name.

     I fucked her with that same, steady rhythm.  Her tight pussy hugged my 
cock with each thrust, pulling me back in as I withdrew.  Kayla shuddered 
as an orgasm ripped into her.  Her pussy clenched my cock like a vise, 
massaging it fiercely as it pulsated.  

     "Oh, God!" she gasped.  "I love you, Nick!  I love you my brother!"

     "I love you, Sis!" I moaned back at her.  I began fucking her again, 
nearing my own completion. 

     "Oh, Nick!" she whispered, squeezing me with her legs.  "This is 
incest, Nick."

     That word, spoken aloud, was incredibly erotic.  I groaned and thrust 
deeply into her.  "How does it feel?" she asked.

     "Wonderful," I groaned.

     "How does it feel to be fucking your sister?"

     I felt my orgasm starting.  "I love it!" I said.  "I love you, Kayla.  
I always have."

     "Oh, Nick," my sister purred.  "I've always wanted to fuck you Nick.  
I've always wanted to fuck my brother."

     I came then, shooting my cum deep inside her body like a wild cannon.  
Kayla's eyes widened as she felt my hot seed pouring into her, and suddenly 
she was cumming again.  Her pussy milked my cock, doubling the power of my 
orgasm, draining me.

     I collapsed on top of her.  She hugged me as hard as she could, her 
body still trembling.  I started to move.  "Don't leave me," she begged.  
"I want your cock to stay inside me."

     "Okay," I said and kissed her.  We kissed passionately for the next 
few minutes.  Finally, my now limp cock slipped out of her.  "It's okay," I 
told her, seeing her sad face.  "It'll be inside you again soon."

     "Promise?"

     "I promise," I told her.  "If you'll let me, I'll fuck you every day."

     "Oh, Nick," she sighed.  "My wonder big brother.  I really do love 
you, you know."

     "I wish you could be my wife," I confessed.  She was shocked.

     "Really?" she asked.  "You really love me that way, too?"

     "Yes.  I think I always have."

     "But it's incest," she pointed out.  "I'm your sister.  You're my 
brother."  She grinned even as she said it.  "You just fucked your sister."  
My cock was stirring at her words.

     "And you just fucked your brother," I countered.  She moaned.

     "That really turns me on," she said.  "Fuck me again?"  She could feel 
my cock rising, poking her cunt lips.

     "Anything you say," I told her.  "I love you...wife..."

     "I love you, husband," she said.  "Can we really pretend that?  It's 
okay with you?"

     For an answer, I started pushing my cock back inside my sister's body.  
"As far as I'm concerned," I said to her, inching my hardness into her, "we 
can live it for real."

     She threw her arms around my neck.  "Oh, Nick," she cooed.  "That 
would make me so happy!  I love you, I love you, I love you....Oh!"  She 
squealed as I plunged into her.

     "Make a baby in me," she said.  She looked up at me with those amazing 
eyes.  "Fuck me forever my brother...my husband."

     "Forever, Sis," I echoed, and began to fuck her with passion.  
"Forever, wife."


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That Night by Spectre
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