Eventually, Alex’s eyes were able to focus on me once more. Again, she didn’t speak. She merely stared at me, eyes hooded with obvious lust. But she did silently mouth the words, “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me,” taking care with her lips to shape every syllable so that there would be no doubt of her meaning.
I fucked her.
I REALLY fucked her.
I didn’t care one whit that she was my sister, that we were committing incest, and that what we were doing was considered morally wrong by polite society. I just knew that I loved her, that fucking her felt wholly and completely RIGHT in my heart.
And yeah, physically it felt fucking good.
Much like that night she gave me a blowjob, Alex seemed satisfied now that she’d had her monster orgasm. She didn’t need another one and instead focused on pleasing me. She stared up at me with an expression of mixed wonder and curiosity, like a child staring into the vastness of the night sky trying to count the stars. She reached up with both hands to rub my pecs, traced her fingers down across my washboard abs, and finally held my shoulders while continuing to look at me with deep adoration. At the same time, I could feel her clenching her cunt muscles and doing her best to match my rhythm with her own, thrusting her pelvis forward to meet my every thrust.
We didn’t get the timing right every time. We were not familiar with each other’s cadence, and I couldn’t predict what she’d do next. I actually got a little frustrated with her and grabbed both of her legs, hooking them over my shoulders as I got to my knees and grabbed her hips to try and keep her pinned in place so I could just jackhammer her at my own pace.
Turned out, she liked that quite a lot. Alex clenched her eyes shut, grit her teeth, and started tossing her head left and right while I went to town on her poor pussy. She whimpered and moaned, an aria of arousal that fed my motor, giving me extra energy to keep up the pace far longer than I would have normally done. Her hands had originally been holding my shoulders, but now they flopped back beside her head, half-propped against the headboard.
I could feel myself getting close, and only then did it occur to me that I had no idea if Alex was still taking her birth control. After more than a month isolated in the house during a pandemic, why would she? So I grunted in worry, “Are you safe?”
“Yes ... yes ... yes...” she moaned with her eyes still closed, but the rhythm of her responses matched my thrusts, so I wasn’t sure if she’d actually answered my question.
“Lex...” I warned, getting closer. “Do I need to pull out?”
“Cum in me ... I wanna feel it,” she crooned.
That wasn’t exactly a confirmation of birth control, but I was too far gone to care anymore. Gritting my teeth, I put every ounce of energy I had into pounding the hell out of my big sister’s little pussy, rapidly reaching the point of no return.
Her lower lip quivered, her chest thrust upward as she arched her back, and all of a sudden she was stifling another scream. Alex’s cunt clenched down HARD at the same time as the brand-new climax tore through her body. The incredible sensations milked my cock for its creamy cum, and my balls responded to fulfill her silent request. Both barrels fired, blasting away with heavy spurts of spunk that swiftly stuffed her snatch with steaming-hot semen. Alex shuddered suddenly, as if she could feel each impact deep inside her, and she couldn’t stifle a loud moan as the sensations swallowed up her sanity for just a moment.
I couldn’t control the volume of my groaning either, fireworks of pleasure lighting up my brain as I poured what felt like gallons of sperm into my big sister’s body. Twice more I jerked, digging my toes into the mattress to try and cram another two centimeters of cock into Alex’s cunt as I spurted the last few times. And then I collapsed, letting her legs fall away to the sides as I buried my forehead into the pillow beside my sister’s head and crushed her big bosoms beneath my chest.
Alex kissed my cheek, wrapped her arms around my neck, and raised her legs to cross her ankles behind my butt, hugging me tightly. She hummed quite happily while I continued gasping for breath, only now feeling a sense of disbelief that we’d crossed this line and actually committed incest.
But I didn’t regret it.
Not one bit.
It just felt... right...
Because I loved her.
No, I didn’t LOVE her love her. I mean, I wasn’t “in love” with her or anything like that. But I loved my big sister. I’d always loved her. And I always would.
So I told her that. “I love you, Lex.”
Turning her head to face me, she flashed me a brilliant smile and murmured back tiredly, “I love you, too.”
And then we slept.
Alex was gone when my alarm went off in the morning, the stickiness of dried fluids stuck to my inner thighs and my nudity beneath my blanket the only evidence of our nocturnal activities. Actually, there was a slightly damp, slightly crusty spot on my bedsheets where our mingled jism must’ve leaked out of her overnight. I debated whether or not to wash the sheets or leave the spot there as a reminder that I hadn’t imagined the whole thing (Yes, I washed the sheets).
Getting out of bed, I went through my morning routine, dressed, and went down to get breakfast before class. Michelle had no reason to comment about my distracted state because I wasn’t distracted in the slightest. My mind wasn’t wandering with ruminations about the consequences of my actions. I didn’t find myself “digressing”. I simply went about my day feeling completely at peace with where I was in my life.
No regrets.
No second-guessing myself.
It had just felt so right.
I loved her.
She loved me.
We weren’t going to try and get married or anything. But for now, in the middle of this pandemic, I knew I had found a way to support my big sister and keep up her spirits, immunocompromised or not. And I felt good about that.
Alex, on the other hand, didn’t look quite so peaceful. When she came down to start her morning coffee, she couldn’t quite look me in the eye. Michelle remarked that SHE looked distracted, and Alex just waved her off muttering something about not getting a full night’s sleep. And then my big sister was gone.
And NOW I started second-guessing myself.
I waited until a time when I knew Michelle had a Zoom class and Alex didn’t. After listening just outside Michelle’s closed bedroom door to make sure her class had started, I silently padded down the hall to Alex’s door and knocked twice.
“Who’s there?” she called.
“It’s me,” I said softly, not wanting my voice to carry loud enough for Michelle to hear, closed door or not. There was a pause, as ten seconds turned into twenty, and then thirty. Feeling a sense of déjà vu, I thought about saying something further, but before I could, the door popped open and Alex stood there with a resigned expression on her face. She waved me in, and I headed for her desk chair while she closed the door behind me.
“I’m sorry about last night,” she began with furrowed eyebrows as she took a seat on her bed and crossed her legs. She was dressed for school in a cute blouse over a spaghetti-strap camisole, suitable for a Zoom class, but comfy sweatpants on the bottom.
I popped my eyebrows. “You don’t have apologize for that.”
She fiddled with her fingers in her lap. “I took advantage of you while you were sleeping.”