John felt an odd sense of relief as his sister came on his face. At least in some way he hadn't failed her. But now he felt his member making new demands on him, along with the game show host, the camera, the bored asses near him. The world waited on his next action. John stood, bringing his length up against Celene's beautiful drenched pussy. Rubbing up and down her slit, poking against her clit and she jerked in response. She was still really sensitive. John took care, feeling a deep sense of love and possession within. He wanted nothing more than to have her in his arms right now and to dissolve all the potential barriers of conflict until all that remained was what they felt for each other. But the best he could offer her right now was the animal lust that had raged around him all this time. He pushed in slowly. He felt her hot pussy cling around him, wringing his dick of all it could. Then John withdrew and pushed all the way inside, his flesh hitting hers. He felt her jerk violently as he bottomed out.
Celene felt like she was trying to fly on the euphoria but the very real thrusts of pleasure kept yanking on her to return to Earth. Pulling and pushing her to higher, more intense peaks. She felt her hands grab wildly about her for something to grip, her body undergoing paroxysms of pleasure. John's length thrust again and again and all Celene could think was how much she loved John and his fucking amazing cock. Then as she felt the thrusting help the last of John's cum slide down the back of her throat Celene panicked. Was John wearing a condom? He was going to cum inside her, he was going to cum inside Celene and get her pregnant. Something warm and fuzzy started to blow the worries away as Celene found herself surrendering to the pleasure, to the joy of having the person she loved more than anyone else release inside her.
John felt himself nearing climax, Celene's hot, tight cunt was wringing him for all it was worth. He was so close, he didn't care about anything else right now. All he wanted was to thrust inside his sister's pussy and fill her up with his seed. He thrust harder, faster, felt her pussy spasm wildly around his cock and that was it. John thrust once, twice, a third final time inside and his dick spurted all the cum he had left to offer inside her juicy pussy. He pulled out, watch
ed Celene's ass withdraw and fall down to the ground on the other side of the wall. The animal lust receding from his brain, John started to worry that he'd gone too far, he'd cum inside her. He'd cum inside his sister.
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"Cel-" "-we don't have to talk you know?" Her sharpness cut John off, as he tried to look at her, to form some question, some words of warmth, anything, her stiff, bristled back quieted him. He wouldn't get anything out of her anytime soon. John tried to put everything aside, tried to forget
the feel of her wrapped around his cock. The feel of her lips, her pussy, her taste, her smell, the memories swirled in his head as he tried to navigate his emotions and actions, but instead his cock hardened as he stared at her ass swaying in front of him on their way back to the hotel.
It had been oh so easy, considering the taboo they'd undertaken. The show had cheered half-heartedly for the camera, they'd won, they hadn't cheated and they'd received bonus money. Yet that moment of lust, of discarded inhibitions was on camera, probably forever. John felt a twinge of shame as he thought they probably could have made more money, both him and the game show of they knew we were brother and sister. John put aside the primal urgings in his mind and felt his heart thrumming for Celene. Could he truly go back to saying he only saw her as a sister, when he fantasized about her, when her physical form drove him wild, when her personality set his soul aflame with desire to embrace and protect and cherish? All John wanted in the world right now was to make Celene smile. He stared at her back and felt such sorrow to see her loneliness, the conflict that must be raging around in her head as it was in his and it was all his fault that her usual sole source of support was instead just barely restraining from thinking about ploughing into her juicy backside. Before long they'd reached the hotel and Celene dived into her bed. "Don't talk, just go to sleep. Just go to sleep." She reiterated the point, her hand raised but her eyes not meeting his.
Celene wanted to be alone. This was all fucked up. She'd just wanted to get away from home, from her father's expectations, from his demands. He was so desperate for a male child to pass his fortune on to, but it wasn't good enough to have a stepson no, now he needed his daughter to bear a fucking child for him. That was all she was good for in his eyes. That was all she was worth to him. She felt the walls of her life closing in, the only solace she'd ever found was in the arms of that sweet young boy who found her crying alone in their house and hugged her. She could still remember so vividly how she'd begged him, so loudly, never to leave her alone, this boy she'd just met. But he didn't shy away, he wasn't scared, he didn't look down on her worthless, begging form, he just held her, and stroked her hair, and told her he would never leave her alone. Now she'd thrown that away all because she didn't want to admit she'd fucked up again to her dad. Celene stripped down in silence, not caring if John was looking, they were beyond that point now. For what had she thrown it away? She'd still have to go home and face father, still have to face his demands, his lectures, if it wasn't this time, it'd be next time and something else. Now she wouldn't even have John to turn to, she'd just be left with John's mother, who also struggled to deal with father. She'd be alone, alone, alone. She curled up in her bed and tried to stop the world from breaking apart around her, tried to stop the walls which were so close now draw away and make her feel so impossibly small.
John was about ready to throw in the towel and try again tomorrow. But as he sat on his bed in the darkness, he heard Celene start to cry. John didn't register when exactly he had leapt up. But he was aware of his body moving swiftly into her bed, "No..." Celene's hands slapping against his pectorals as he pulled her into his embrace. Pulling her sweet smell, her warmth, her loneliness into him, his mouth finding her neck and then as she drew back to look at him, he took her lips. John's tongue reached out for Celene's, performing a gentle but passionate dance in her mouth. Twisting and drawing her in intricate and primal, wet sweetness. He deepened the kiss, he was completely drunk on her scent, her feel, her taste, her heat. Finally they broke apart and stared into each other's lust-addled eyes. John rolled on top of Celene, her eyes still dewy, her mouth open slightly after their kiss. He leaned down to take her lips again then drew back to meet her azure gaze "Never, I'll never leave you alone again Celene, I love you." Then John nuzzled into her neck, her hands reaching around his neck and drawing him into her. John felt her legs part and join again around him, her eyes begging him to close the gap and fill her. His cock pressed up against her pussy for the second time that day.
He could still taste her saliva on his tongue, couldn't smell anything but her floral scent under the covers and the feel of her flesh on his flesh, hearing her sweet half-moans in his ear. John thrust inside her hot wet entrance, feeling her pussy gripping his cock tightly, as if Celene had found a new toy that she never wanted to let go, never wanted to share, never wanted to part from. It felt like the rightest of wrongs, the sweetest of sins, with every thrust of his hips, they broke their bonds as siblings and reforged their relationship anew into something amoral, something twisted, something loving. He felt all this build up in his head and blasted it away, it didn't matter, he loved her, she loved him. Fuck everything else. John felt the blissful grip of his sister's pussy bring him close to the brink.
Celene shivered, her mind had surrendered to the guilty pleasure. There was simply no denying her heart it's wanting of John. She rocked her hips upwards to meet John's thrust, mewls of joy forced out of her as her dripping pussy clenched around him. Celene felt herself pushed over the edge by his relentless thrusting, her fingers gripping into his shoulders, her head thrown back into the pillow as a moan echoed through the room, her pussy squeezing John for all it was worth. She was rewarded with his seed pumping deep into her pussy. There was something so satisfying knowing he came inside her. Celene brought her hand up to caress his jaw and bring him back for a kiss as they panted. But instead Celene yelped as John flipped her over, she was on all fours facing away from John as his undying erection prodded at her once more. Celene shook her hips for him, enticing him and she gasped to find his cock entering her again. It was hard to reconcile this new, animalistic John with the meek and caring brother of yesterday. He thrust harder, faster, the squelching of her pussy, the smack of their hips, and the slap of his balls on her clit. Then she heard her phone ring. Fuck she'd forgotten the call from her stepmother. She reached over to the bedside table, her other hand reached back to stop John, but he just grabbed her arm for better leverage. "Stop, I -oh- I need to- need-" Celene shook her head and grabbed the phone. "Mom?" "Yeah everything's going-" "-everything's well." "Yeah I'm just in the middle of- I'm on a- an exercise bike." Celene tried desperately to bite back her moans, bit it left unnatural gaps in conversation. "Nonono I was wrong- I- I don't think I'd be able to stand being-"Celene bit her lip as the pleasure of being mounted, mounted. "-alone, I like being with John." She gave up trying to stop him as the bed creaked forward along with them as he thrust again. "Again? No-" "-it's okay, I'm not even-" "-mad..." Celene felt herself starting to lose it, John was fast approaching the point of no return, their flesh slapping together in sinful coupling. "-Heck I might just give him the baby he-" "-he-" "-he wants~." Celene desperately touched the end call button and let out a low howl of pleasure as John growled, filling her pussy with his cum. Her father could have his precious bloodline, Celene purred with delight as John embraced her, collapsing together in each other's arms and smiled.
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Cecilia Lawrence is a Melbourne based graduate with a bachelor's degree in Philosophy. When she isn't reading through racy romance novels, she's cycling to work thinking about ways to write them naughtier.
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Being Brave for Daddy
By Saffron Daughter
Mandy Simmons was just your average young woman. At nineteen years old, she was taking a gap year off to work and save up money for university. She was going to spend six months working, and six months traveling through Asia, where it was cheap, and where she could see all sorts of amazing thing she’d never seen before growing up in suburban Vancouver.
Sure, it was a stereotype, but she owned the stereotype. Why not go see Vietnam? Cambodia? Maybe even India, the land of spiritual enlightenment! If there was one thing for sure, it was that Mandy was not lacking for bravery.
Mandy Simmons sighed, wondering why she was thinking about herself in the third person. Why was she lying about herself in the third person? The truth was that she knew she wasn’t brave. She knew that if she truly was brave, she would have confronted her feelings a long time ago.
But she couldn’t do it. It was simply too scary. They were simply too wrong.
For Mandy was secretly in love with her father.
No, scratch that. Step-father. But the distinction was arbitrary to her. He had practically raised her from birth. She was abandoned by her true parents, her blood parents, just left out in a disabled toilet of shopping center.
From what she’d been told, Matthew Simmons, her step-father, had heard her crying and was surprised to find the door unlocked. The authorities told him that she’d be given up to social services, but he could try and keep her if he wanted, but he’d have to go through a lot of checks for eligibility.
She remembered the conversation she had with her step-father acutely.
“So what did you do?” Mandy had asked when she was just a teenager, fidgeting with her fingers, almost afraid to hear about her own past.
“I ran away,” he said. “With you. We came up to Canada. I had a friend who helped me slip through with you, and the rest, they say, is history.”
“Are you talking about Uncle Buck?” she had asked, knowing her father’s best friend well.
“That’s right,” he had told her. “He helped me to save your life.”