"So, what do we do now?" my sister asked.
"I don't know," I told her, "I never thought about it until we did it.''
We were sitting in the front seat of my car, parked on the road behind the cemetery. It was still light enough to see, but just barely.
"Being out here like this reminds me of being in high school," I said.
"Do you want to stop?" Laura asked.
"No," I told her, "definitely not. Do you?"
"Uh-uh," my sister said, "But we can't keep doing it like we have been. I mean, mom is pretty liberal but I don't think she's liberal enough to handle finding out that her son and daughter are fucking each other. And if we keep having quickies in the bathroom, while mom is downstairs, she is going to find out."
"Our own place," I suggested.
"Not unless we move to another town," Laura said.
"And motels are too expensive," I said.
"Considering how often we'd be going," she said, chuckling. Laura reached over and took my wrist between her fingers. "As much as I hate to admit it, being your sister and all, you are the best fuck I ever had."
She slipped my hand under her skirt and slid my palm over the smooth, warm flesh of her thigh. As my hand neared the top of her leg, her thighs separated, and I willingly allowed my hand to move between them.
She moaned softly and leaned back, sliding her hips forward to the edge of the seat. At the same time, I pressed my fingers against the damp nylon that covered her warm pussy. Laura groaned and grabbed her own breasts.
"Go inside," she told me, "Put your hand inside my panties." As she spoke, she leaned further back, trying to straighten her body. She lowered her hands and with one, pulled her skirt up to her waist as with the other, she pushed her panties' elastic waistband down and away from her flat stomach.
I plunged my hand between the nylon fabric of her under pants and the bare skin of her belly. My palm pressed against her hard, flat stomach as my fingers lightly caressed the firm, thick, outer lips of her shaved pussy.. She exhaled, almost hissing, as I inserted one finger, deep into her cunt.
"Oh, god," she almost cried, "I'm being finger-fuck in the front seat of a car."
"Just like old times," I said, inserting a second finger.
"And its just as much fun now as it was then," she told me, 'Wait. Stop." She suddenly pushed me away.
"Why?" I asked, "What's wrong?'
"Nothing's wrong," she said, her thumbs hooking the elastic waistband of her panties, "I just want to take these off."
She raised her hips and pushed her panties down to her knees, then over her calves to her ankles.
She leaned back, her ankles together, her knees wide apart, and extended her arms to me. "Kiss me," Laura said, "If we're going to do this, let's do it right. Kiss me."
I pressed my lips against my sister's and pushed my tongue into her mouth, I ran my hand up her inner thigh and inserted two fingers deep into her pussy.
That was during the first week of February. It continued that way for almost four months. Quick sex in the bathroom, fucking in my car, or her's, once in a while getting a motel room so we could actually sleep together.