All Good Things Part 3’
Thank you for reading.
I think I might be coming in on a close to this story, but there may be something new coming along.
m/f, incest, first time, sex, oral,
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The sun was shining bright through the windows. I was not used to the sun coming through my windows in the morning, as my bedroom was on the west side of the house. But I did not spend the night in my room. As I began to wake, blinking away the sleep from the night, and taking in the room around me, it all started to fall into place.
Last night, not only had I accidentally seduced my sister, but we went way further than I had ever thought about going with her. Really, the thought of Annie, my little sister, in any form of a sexual light had never really stuck with me. When ever I began to think about how her hips were filling out, or her breasts looked extra firm today, I would brush the thoughts away. But last night, I felt sorry for her. She was having a hard time getting the guys to notice her at school, because she didn’t wear low cut shirts, or booty-shorts. And she didn’t have the biggest breasts in her class, or the best curves, and she was feeling very self-conscious.
I turned over, seeing that it was a little after six, I thought it best if I got back into my own room before my mother tried to come around and wake us up. I climbed out of Annie's bed, and kissed her on the forehead, stirring her from her sleep. She looked up at me sleepily and smiled.
“I’m going to get back to my room before mom gets up,” I whispered, realizing that my throat was very dry.
I picked up my clothes from her floor, and put on my shorts before quietly opening her door, softly stepping across the hall, trying not to make any noise, and moved back into my own room. Once my door was closed, I breathed a little easier, and grabbing a clean change of clothes I headed to the shower.
It’s Sunday morning, and mom would usually wake us up around 7 to get ready for church at 9. By the time mom came up, I was already in the shower, and Annie had opened her bedroom to the crisp night air to try to air out the smell of her sex. I heard mom knocking on my bedroom door, and I shouted from the bathroom to let her know I was already up. I then heard her pad across the hall, and after knocking on Annies door and getting no response, I heard her go in and try to get Annie out of bed.
I stood there in the shower, letting the water run over me, trying to get my mind around everything that had happened. Last night, after I walked into her bedroom, after everything else had happened, I almost took my sisters cherry.
We had been lying there, both of us at the peak of our respective excitement, my sister was grinding her bare, wet pussy over my exposed erection.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked her.
She didn’t respond at first, only speeding up the motion of her grinding. She was trembling, and letting out tiny whimpers, her mouth open wide gasping for air. I ran my hands up her side from her tight butt, feeling her smooth skin stretched across her stomach, and reaching up to her supple breasts. They were not very large, but I loved every inch of them. In the light sheen of sweat they were lightly reflecting the lights that were stretched all around Anne's room. I kneaded her small breasts, one in each hand, gently toying with her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers.
Her hair was falling over her shoulders now, as she was leaned forward to where her hands could grasp her bedding while her arms supported most of her weight. She was still grinding her self on top of me, her speed was increasing, her shivers turning to shakes, and tiny whimpers turning to moans. I slid my arms back around to her back, and she lowered herself onto my chest, biting her lower lip in an attempt to quiet her pleasure. She was coming close to orgasm, and as she had been sliding her slick pussy over my highly sensitive member for the last few minutes, I wasn’t far off either.
I felt myself building, I needed to release. And I, frankly, could not hold back any more. I tried as best I could, but when Annie kissed my neck and whimpered “I’m coming Josh,” and clamped her legs down on mine, squeezing me tight to her, I figured if there was a time, it was now. I let go, tensing and letting out ragged breaths. I was shooting between our respective bushes, sending my cum to gather, and pool between our lower bellies. Annie shook with her own orgasm, and as we began winding down from this first big step, I tried to take a mental picture, hoping I would be able to remember for the rest of my life the most beautiful thing I had ever experienced in my life.
We lied there for a minute. Letting ourselves come down from our orgasmic high. She was still lying on top of me, and her wet hair was in my face, so out of fear of suffocation I finally rolled to my side, dumping her into the bed beside me. I kissed her on the forehead, and then on the nose, saying, “You are the most beautiful thing on the planet right now, and I love you.” I saw a tear escape from her eye as she smiled up at me, and we met again for an exhausted kiss. We stared into each other's eyes, and simply enjoyed being with each other until we fell to sleep. And it was probably the best sleep I had had in years.
Eventually, coming out of my reflective trance, I got out of the shower, and cracked the window to let some of the steam out. I then got dressed, and found my way back downstairs to the kitchen.
My mom had eggs and pancakes on the stove, and some ready to the side. She served some onto a plate for me as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I sat at the table with my breakfast, directly across from my sister who was now wearing sweatpants and a baggy tee shirt.
“I didn’t think you were going to get out of the shower,” she said to me, with a hint of snark. “I thought I was going to have to shower in moms room.”
I rolled my eyes at her, “Well I had an interesting topic to think about.” Annie's eyes shot open and she turned her head slightly motioning to my mother in the kitchen. I decided that if mom had heard, I would have something to explain, so I did my best to cover my tracks. “Yeah,” I continued. “I was trying to figure out a way that I could solve world hunger while also launching a mission to build a space city on the moon.” I cracked a smile at my sister, letting her know I was teasing. She looked back at me, smiling. She moved her leg under the table to where it made contact with mine, and she picked up a piece of egg with her fingers, and sensually stuck it in her mouth, licking her fingers as she did. She held eye contact, and fluttered her eyelashes as she swallowed. I glanced to the stove to see if mom was paying any attention, but she had her back to us as she worked over the stove.
I turned my attention back to my younger sister.
“Are you okay?” I asked her, concerned.
“Yeah,” she sighed to me. “ I mean, I’m kinda sore.” She dropped to a whisper.
“That’s not what I meant,” I lowered my voice as well. “Like, are you okay with what happened.”
My sister looked worried,
“You’re not mad at me,” she gasped, “are you?”
“No, you’re not upset?”
She smiled at me, and winked. I was going to press the bill some more, but mom walked up to the table to drop off the rest of the pancakes.
“Would one of you go tell your dad to hurry up?” My mom asked.
My sister hopped up, and turned to go tell my dad. But as she left the room, I thought she gave her butt a little extra wiggle. The little tease.
My mom and I sat at the table, slowly eating breakfast. I was trying not to look at her too hard, but I was trying to figure out if she knew Annie and I were doing stuff last night. She must know, right? She saw that the bathroom was locked while neither of us were in our rooms. She might have heard us in there as well, and if not then, surely later that night.
While I was trying to get a read from my mom, I thought I noticed that she was looking at me extra hard as well.
Eventually though, she spoke to me.
“So Josh,” she began, “tell me about Kaylee.”
*who?* I thought for just a second. OH SHIT! Kaylee, my girlfriend. What would she think if she found out what I did with my sister. I thought a little too hard, and realized I hadn’t answered my mom yet, and it had been a few seconds.
“Oh,” I stammered, “yeah. She’s awesome.” I was trying to think of anything I could tell my mom that wouldn’t evolve into her talking to me about sex, or romance.
“She’s pretty cute, huh?” My mom continued.
“Yeah, she’s a looker all right.”
“A real pretty young woman.”
“yeah.”
“Your sister’s growing up too, huh?”
“Uh,” I froze for a second. *She knows,* I thought. *She must, why else would she say that?*
“Yeah, I guess. But she’s really still just a kid.” I tried to brush it off.
“You know, I was a kid your age before too,” My mom suggested. “I know that kids your age start messing around.”
“But mom!” I protested. “She’s my sister.” And yes, I do understand the irony of the situation.
“No!” My mom recoiled. “Not Annie, I was talking about Kaylee.”
“Oh.” I felt really uncomfortable, and I could practically feel my mother staring me down. I’m sure I blew it when I mentioned Annie.
“Look mom, I’m sorry,” I began, “I don’t know what's up. I’ve got my first paper of the year in school due on Monday, and I can’t seem to be able to focus on anything but that.”
“Well, I’m sorry then,” my mother countered. “Tell me about the paper then.”
I realized that I had just jumped from one frying pan into another. I mean, I did have a paper of sorts due on Monday at school, but it wasn’t very big, and no one in their right mind would be stressing about it. I began trying to find ways to describe this paper to my mom in a way that wouldn’t make it seem like it was, a one page ‘what did you do over summer’ narrative. Luckily, before I could really open my mouth, Annie came back into the room with dad hot on her trail.
“Mmm! Something smells wonderful,” My dad commented.
My mother gave him a dirty look, and she shut his mouth.
“Hey, are you going to hurry up at all, or do you want to just sit in sin all day?” she scolded,
“Well actually, I was thinking I might skip church today,” My dad teased. “You know, the game’s on, and the Cardinals are gonna do really well this year.”
I thought my mother was going to have a heart attack right there in the kitchen. Her mouth was gaped open, and I braced for the shit-storm she was about to spew.
As far as my mom goes, she’s a pretty great mom. She was raised in a Christian family, going to church every Sunday, and she has continued to do so every year of her life. She was a christian woman, although fairly liberal in her behavior, she believed that there was one god who sent his son to save the human race, but I’m sure that she was hoping that Jesus was not watching at this moment, as she was getting ready to tear my dad a new one.
“Harold Alexander Cary!” she exploded.
“That’s DOCTOR Harold Alexa…” he began to counter, but my mother caught him.
“If you think for one minute that I’m going to sit by and watch you..” my mother began to rave.
At first I thought this was going to turn into a real fight… Not that my parents fight a lot, in fact it’s very rare, and usually it’s because my dad is acting like an idiot, but eventually my dad cracked his smile and began to laugh. My mom cut her rant short.
“Of course I’m going to church with you,” my dad chuckled. “My game doesn’t even start till 3 o’clock.”
My mom stared at him, her brow furrowed in anger, frowning at my father. But her eyes told a different story. My mother had very soft eyes, and you could always tell if she was pleased, angry, or otherwise upset, just by looking at her eyes. In this case, she was more upset that my dad had gotten her upset over one of his silly gags, but laughing at herself for how silly she had been in response.
My father was a pediatrics surgeon at a nearby hospital, and when he was teasing someone trying to learn his name, or teasing my mother when ever he was about to be in trouble, he would make sure they had the ‘Doctor’ title at the beginning of his name.
After breakfast had been finished, we had each gone to our respective rooms to get ourselves ready for church. I was standing in my room when I heard a light rasp on the door, and without time for me to answer it opened. Annie was standing there in the hall, dressed in her nice Sunday gown, and I invited her into my room. She closed the door behind herself as she entered, and went to sit on my bed.
“I’ve been thinking,” she said, “I really, really liked what we did last night, and I would love to do it again. But I realize that you have a girlfriend, and it’s not me. I don’t know if it will work, or how long it will work. And I don’t want to cause problems between you and Kaylee. Do you think that we can still do ‘that’?”
I thought for just a minute before responding.
“I don’t know,” I stated simply. “I mean, I simply don’t know all the facts. I mean, I don’t know what Kaylee will think, and I really don’t know if I should tell her or not. Really I think we need to think about it for a little bit.”
I turned to see if she was in agreement, but instead it looked like she was on the verge of tears. I hated to see her sad, especially if I’m the one who caused it, so I had to think fast.
“Look, Annie, I love you. I do,” I tried to comfort her. “You’re my sister. And my only sister on top of that.” I paused, trying to think of what I could possibly say. I figured that there wasn’t much I could say, and that this might be an instance where actions speak louder than words.
I got up from my desk chair where I had sat, and sat next to her on my bed, lacing my arm around her shoulder as I did. Squeezing her close to me, I kissed her on the side of her head.
“I love you, in every way. But mainly you’re my sister. And if what I did last night damaged any relation with my sister, I’d probably hate myself forever because of it.”
“What WE did last night,” she jumped in. “I love you too, you’re the only guy I know who treats me like you do. Like I’m a beautiful woman. Every other guy at school seems to think I’m just a little girl.”
“Well, in a way, you are still just a little girl…” she swung a punch that landed solidly on my arm. “Hey! Look, I’m just saying, you haven’t even had your first period yet.”
“You don’t know that!” she objected.
“Well, have you?” I countered.
Her face turned to the floor, and she quietly replied.
“What? I couldn’t hear you,” I teased.
“I said no…” she said again, on the verge of tears. “No, I haven’t.”
I kissed away a tear that was escaping down her cheek, kissing her again on the bridge of her nose, then the tip of her nose before finally settling to a kiss on the lips.
I ran my hand around to her other side, resting on her midsection, and holding her tight. I began to lean her back as we kissed. Her hands reached up to hold my face, and my other hand came up from the bedding to come wrap around her left breast. Even under her small bra and light dress cloth I could feel her nipple begin to harden with arousal.
As she was layed back on my bed, I brought my hand down from holding her side to caress up and down her leg, running over her dress. The bottom of her dress began to come up, riding higher and higher on her leg.
Annie’s breathing began to become irregular, and I knew that without even touching her yet that her path to orgasm was already begun. I slipped my hand under the hem of her dress, and ran it up and down her bare leg.
She was now panting hard on the side of my face, our kissing having become more of a distraction than anything. I pulled her dress up to around her stomach, and kissed her panty clad mound. She made a noise I can only call an ‘eep’ and began to run her fingers around my hair. I moved up a little to plant small kisses around her navel, and stimulate her to the fullest. Eventually she was nearly begging me to just get her off.
“I need to cum, I need to cum. Please make me cum,” She begged.
I ran my fingers under the lip of her underwear and began sliding them down her frame. As her little hairs appeared on the horizon I leaned over, and kissed her, lower and lower as the clothing was removed.
As I hit her folds, I began trying to recreate what had stirred her excitement last night. I ran my tongue up the full length of her young womanhood until I hit where her small clitoris was tucked neatly away inside it’s layers of shielding. I kissed directly on top of it which made her jump just a little, then kissing up and down the sides of her outer lips, biting braided clumps of her hair and tugging it gently.
My sister had a light bush, although it was clearly never trimmed. Thankfully, due to her age it was not yet a tangled mess, and I was able to enjoy the little bit of extra taboo.
I brought my fingers up to gently spread her lips apart, and I ran my tongue into her depths. The lubricant supplied by her hungry snatch combined with the saliva gathered in my mouth aided my journey to penetrate her virgin peach. I began rubbing back and forth rapidly with my tongue, giving her a fucking sensation, holding her lips open with my index fingers, while running my middle fingers up to tease her clit, trying to tempt it out of it’s shell.
After a moment, while my sister’s desperate gasps for climax were still building, I pulled back slightly, and began kissing up and down her inner thighs while still making small circular motions around her sweet spot with my thumb.
She was close, I could tell. And her eyes shut tight, she didn't seem to notice me move up to position my throbbing penis at her hot entrance. She did notice, though, as soon as I began to rub my head up and down her crevasse, applying extra pressure at the top where she was extra sensitive, and at the bottom where the mission objective lay.
“Please, oh please,” was all she could manage to cry, her voice muffled by her forearm which she had latched her teeth onto to avoid drawing unwanted attention.
I stopped bothering with her clit, and began giving gradually increasing oscillations at her entrance. Annie drew her legs up, bending her knees, and holding them close to her chest.
I decided it was time, and placed myself, just the tip disappearing into her pussy. I ran my hands up and down her thighs, letting my fingernails rough the surface and draw out goosebumps on her pale flesh.
I pushed myself gently in, feeling the resistance early, and hearing her moan a high pitched, “Goooooooooo,” was all the consent I needed, and I gave the extra few pounds of pressure to her. I stretched through her hymen, and stopped moving not more than 2 inches inside of my sister. Annies arms flew down, grabbing my bedding in tight fists. Her legs straightened out, sticking straight up to the sky. Her head came off the bed, facing right at me, but her eyes focusing straight up to stare at the ceiling. And her jaw dropped, her mouth open wide in a silent scream. I could see that I had caused her pain, and I felt very sorry about it. I began to move myself out, and she fell back, flat of the bed and winced in pain.
“Just leave it there,” she begged. I had to hush her a little, reminding her that our parents were both home and awake, though one or both were likely still in their bathroom downstairs still getting ready for church.
I did as she asked, leaving myself, motionless, with a quarter of my sex sticking a quarter of the way into her sex.
A few moments passed, and I’m sure if I was not actively standing there with my penis inside of my younger sister’s cunt, I probably would have gone soft. Luckily though I was, and before I began to lose my mind out of unfulfilled lust she opened her eyes again, locking eye contact with me.
“Okay,” she breathed. “It’s feeling better, put it in a little more.”
