siblings-with-benefits:Authors Note: This is part 6 of my on going incest themed story between two s
siblings-with-benefits: Authors Note: This is part 6 of my on going incest themed story between two siblings. Also, this is to celebrate the fact that my blog just broke through 80,000 followers. I’m sincerely humbled that so many people have expressed the slightest interest in what I post, it’s truly baffling. Thank you, deeply! I’m not sure who to credit, but all rights belong to those involved, or the owners of the images, and all credit belongs to them entirely, no copyright is intended. They were discovered on the public domain. Story summary thus far: Two siblings, Amanda and Jake, while traveling with their Mom and Dad to Louisiana for a Family Reunion, stopped by creepy voodoo shop and became exposed to a mysterious vial of pink liquid that opened all their sexual libido. After being exposed to the mystery vial, Amanda and Jake fall deeply in love and lust with each other and are becoming accustomed to being siblings with benefits. I was uncomfortable, hidden as I was in the closet. It didn’t help that I was wearing this ridiculous Halloween costume, and I felt like it was too tight in spots, and baggy in others. I didn’t know what to be this year, but I knew Chelsea wanted to do a “couples” costume, so I had to pick something that the both of us could be. I honestly have never cared much for Halloween or dressing up, so I hardly cared, and Chelsea picked costumes for the two of us. Tonight, we’re dressed as Rick and Morty from a cartoon that’s really popular. The only downside was that I was Rick, which meant my hair was shocked up and I was wearing a stuffy lab coat, which made me feel like I was a 100 degrees. I’m jealous that Chelsea got to dress as Morty, who just looked like a regular boy. I bet that outfit could breathe far better than this thing! I shifted again, brushing against a jacket in the dark closet. I sighed, and took a quick look at my watch with it’s pale green back light. 9:36pm. Fuck, I thought. Usually Mom was better at this kind of stuff. On top of throwing this Halloween party at our house this year, she wanted to couple it with a surprise birthday party for my Dad, who happens to have his birthday on 10/30. She was supposed to drag him out to a birthday dinner at his favorite steak house, while the extended family arrived here and started getting the party going and finding hiding spots for the big surprise. An aunt shoved me into this closet, and Chelsea’s Dad (who also happened to attend this party) swept her up with a majority of the other house guests to hide around a corner in the kitchen so they could still access the spiked punch while we waited. I felt a bead of sweat drip down my neck and run down my back. Mom was supposed to have Dad here at 9:30, she’s definitely running late. Maybe traffic. Suddenly, I hear the front door open, and the whole house got eerily quiet. Here comes the surprise I thought, and got prepared to fling the door open. Through the crack in the door, I see the living room light turn on, which is the big cue. I opened the door with gusto and announced “SURPRISE!” with my other fellow family members, and jumped out from my hiding spot. As it turned out, it was Amanda, who had just come home from being out with her friends, and she was genuinely shocked as her mouth hung open in a deft surprise. Quickly, and uncle (not wanting to ruin the good surprise) quickly ushered Amanda into the first hiding spot he could see. The same closet I was hiding in. In a moment, the lights were turned off again, and Amanda was pressed into me, the small closet confining us and pressing us into each other. A few months ago, I might have feigned disgust at being cramped in her with her, but since we had been screwing each other regularly now, I reveled at the moment. Maybe I can convince her to let me fuck her face, I thought. It would definitely get her off, with our family being only a few feet away. I pushed the thought from my head. There’s no way Amanda would be that risky, especially with so many relatives in the house! We were trying to stay quiet, but still whispered our hello’s to each other in the dark space. Fuck, I thought. Her hair smells like cinnamon buns, sugary sweet with a little spice that lingered in my nose. But I also sensed a fruity, and pungent odor, crammed with her in there. What was that? It seemed familiar. “Been in here long?” she said to me, making a half smile, maybe noticing my sweaty brow. “Maybe 15 minutes, I just hope Mom would hurry up!” I said, with a soft chuckle in reply. With that, I took a moment and looked at the costume she happened to be wearing. Blonde wig, tight blouse, short skirt with pleats, a giant “R” on the front pulled tight across her ample chest on a sweater, and a large cheer horn. It was obvious, I thought, now looking closer. She was Sandy, from the musical Grease, and the “R” represented Rydell High school from the movie. She actually looks pretty hot as a blonde, I thought, and her fake long eyelashes batted at me. Wait, I thought, as I stared into her eyes…. “Christ, Amanda, are you high?!” I whispered harshly, my jaw dropping! “Just a little bit…” she whispered sweetly back, and pressed herself into my chest. “I’ve never smoked weed before. I was out with Jen and she brought some, I thought I’d try…” she said, taking my hand, rubbing it in hers. I realized what that pungent smell was now, I thought. I was honestly stunned. If there was a million dollar bet, I’d never have guessed that Amanda would be stoned, in a closet with me right now, taking my hand and starting to rub it up her leg! “Do you care?” she asked. “Uhh, no, not really I guess. I mean, you’re a smart girl, you can do what makes you happy..” I stammered. She was putting my hand up her pleated skirt, and I realized in an instant she wasn’t wearing panties. “The second that high starting hitting me…” she purred, my hand almost touching her pussy lips. “I felt sooooo wet. I couldn’t wait to get her and fuck you.” She whispered again, and at the same time, my fingers separated her tiny lips, and I realized that she was absolutely drenched. Her other hand was rubbing on my cock, and it was leaping out of the thin slacks that Chelsea had bought for me. “Do you think you can come before Mom and Dad get home?” She purred, and leaned in to kiss me. I started kissing her in return, her tongue feverishly flicking and tasting me, and she let out a soft moan into my mouth. I started to finger her and she released my cock from behind the zipper. I stood erect and let her fondle me, her tiny hand bobbing up and down on my throbbing cock, the taste of the weed she smoked hitting my tongue. Fuck, I thought. I really am going to fuck my sister right now, and my girlfriend is just in the other room! Without saying a word, she turned around, and flipped her skirt up over her plump ass, and her naked pussy was pressing against my cock. “Will you fuck me now, please?” she whispered, and her tiny hips started grinding against me, the tip of my cock desperately trying to split between her tiny pink lips. “I’m asking nicely right now, from a sister to her brother…” she purred again, and slowly began slithering her body down my shaft. The sensation was immediate. God, I loved having Amanda any way I wanted, but I know one of her favorite positions was doggy, or even better, with her bent over and standing. Without missing a beat, and knowing we only had a few seconds to fuck, I decided to ram my cock into her the rest of the way. My dick punched against her cervix hard, and she let out an involuntary gasp. She was almost too loud, as I noticed a large decrease in the volume of the conversations in the kitchen, but it quickly resumed. I started by grinding my cock in and out of her, standing on my tip toes to best reach her deeper, and she started bouncing off of me. “Fuckkkkk” she was whispering to me, as quiet as she could be. “You feel soooo good right now, I can’t believe I’ve never tried to fuck you before while I’m high!” she said, and started whimpering. I couldn’t get over how heavenly she felt, her tiny pussy clinging to my cock, working hard to receive the cum it was so thirsty for. I was honestly astonished, I was fucking my sweet little sister, while she was high as a kite and bent over in a closet, with my family a few feet away. It was almost too much to take. I knew I’d be cumming soon, even thought I was hardly beating any time records tonight. I continued pumping my hard cock into her, every nerve of mine firing in tandem with her, and I knew I’d be cumming any second in the total silence we were trying to make. I decided to take a handful of her breasts into my hand, the fabric of the sweater blocking me from actually touching the soft flesh. “Do you like fucking me, big brother?” She whispered, her tiny hips gripping and slithering over my cock. I started panting in my excitement. How the fuck was a girl this tight? She just so happens to be my sister, but so what. This is the best sex I’ve ever had, I thought, and gave her breast and firm squeeze over the sweater. “Fuckkkkkkk” she was quietly moaning now, and I felt her fingers starting to work on her clit as my cock was working in and out of her. “You’re so big inside of me, I am sooo addicted to fucking you, I love your cock, it’s all I ever think about, all I ever want to do is suck and fuck you until you’re pumping that sweet cum inside and all over me. Do you understand that? You’re all I think about. Fucking my big brother, letting his cock penetrate me, letting his cum soak my insides, thinking about how often he wants to use my body like his cum rag.” Amanda was dripping right now, and combined with the shuddering and trembling of her legs, I wondered if she had actually squirted while I was fucking her. I knew that she was too stoned, and too horny, and I felt insanely turned on thinking that I could make my sister squirt. She was biting the sleeve of one of Mom’s winter jackets to stay silent, and the image was too much too bear. “I’m going to cum, baby!” I huffed at her, and Amanda turned around without missing a beat. “Do you think you’re man enough to cum on my tits? Do you think that Chelsea will notice? What about Mom or Dad? I want to fill your cum on my skin, I want to feel you drench me, and I want to see every sperm of yours on my skin, maybe I can drink some before it dries, maybe before our family sees. Will you please, sir? You own me, I want you to tell me that you’re going to cum on my face and tits, will you please??” Amanda’s dirty talk was too much. I felt my cock start surging with jizz, and I pulled out like a flash. Amanda, as talented and ferocious as she was sexually, immediately turned around and dropped to her knees, and before I could rationalize what was happening, I was cumming. I damn near drowned Amanda in the flood of sperm that started spasming from my cock, and she took as much a load as she could on her tongue and chin before she pulled the top of her sweater down to soak her tits. In the orgasmic silence that followed, she ran her fingers through my cum and swallowed and drank as much as she could. Dad walked through the living room door eventually, and Amanda and I were lucky enough to have been decent to join in the surprise. The party continued kicking off in full swing, and my tired legs ushered me to the living room couch, where I plopped down and started watching the crowd. It appeared Amanda and I were quiet enough, there appeared to be zero suspicion about the taboo that just happened in near public view. I took a sip from my vanilla coke, and searched the room to find Amanda amongst all the bizarre costume. When I finally found her, I saw Chelsea and her engaged in a conversation. Amanda glanced my way, and I gave her a “cheers” with my drink and small nod, but Amanda actually almost looked sad… distraught? She didn’t return my smile, as Chelsea talked with her. Confused, I continued watching. Silently, in my own world and thoughts, alone on that couch, I watched Chelsea reach forward with a hand, and a finger wiped a small puddle of cum from Amanda’s neckline. A spot Amanda missed in cleaning herself off of my cum. Chelsea took the fingerful of cum, and brought it to her lips, tasting it. Chelsea turned towards me, the taste of the cum soaking on her tongue, and met my eyes. And Chelsea let out an ear splitting scream. Can’t wait for part 7 -- source link