"The doors are locked, Julie, and no one's expected."
She relaxed and leaned into him, allowing more breast squeezing. Jim was a slow, gentle lover, a trait that had made Julie a willing participant after several futile attempts on his part. Jim slowly kissed her lips, cheek, lips, forehead, lips, eyes, and lips. Julie craved lip kisses, and thought her brother was the most skilled kisser in her experience, which was not that much. After a while, they were reclining on the sofa, Julie's blouse was open, her bra up, and Jim was concentrating his efforts on her small but beautiful breasts. She was breathing raggedly as he slowly moved a hand up her skirt. He skimmed fingertips along her panty leg, moving inside. He touched her pubic hair, then moved to her wet slit. She did not resist. He lifted the skirt and removed her panties. Now he could concentrate on her love garden. She was rubbing his hard cock through his slacks.
Jim moved them so he was slightly above Julie, and able to finger her soft nether lips and clitoris. Julie was becoming very aroused, and made no attempt to resist. Jim had never orally pleased this sister he loved so deeply, so moved to do so. She was so caught up in his loving that she did not realize his plan until she felt lips and tongue loving her sweet pussy. She was shocked, but also so hot that she accepted him. He kissed, licked and sucked every bit of her cunt, and raised her temperature amazingly high. Julie was squirming and moaning as he licked and sucked her clitoris, driving her to an early climax. She screamed and arched her back as he continued to lave her.
Julie came down, but only a bit as Jim continued his ministrations at a gentler pace. Soon, she was murmuring for him to take her. He pulled his slacks and boxers to his ankles, and moved into position. As he entered her, she became quite agitated, begging him to fuck her. She had never been so willing a partner. He moved into her as she gasped and grabbed his waist.
The two lovers were so caught up in the moment that they didn't sense the kitchen door unlocked and opened. Neither did they hear the footsteps coming into the room. But they certainly heard the loud scream coming from just above them. Jim looked up in shock into the face of their Aunt Vickie. What he saw was an expression of deep disgust, plastered on a face so contorted that he would not have known her except for the tell tale shriek. He rose, unable to move due to his clothes looping around his ankles. He glanced at Julie; she had such a look of fear on her pretty face he was afraid she would die right there.
Jim managed to pull up his clothes, and helped his sister move clothing over her bare spots. Julie sat up, her constitution falling apart. Jim started to say something, but their aunt was still screaming at them.
"How in all that's holy can you do such a sinful thing, such a terrible act? I know your parents won't like this one bit. Just wait till I tell them I found their model children carrying on as degenerate monsters! You both will rot in Hell, as sure as I know my Bible! You are guilty of so many sins, immoral acts, crimes and other unspeakable things! I'm almost speechless here!"
Jim wished she were; her loud voice was quite unsettling. Julie finally came alive and jumped up to disappear up into her room, slamming the door. Auntie was marching back and forth, continuing her spiel of hate. Jim just stood, arms folded, clothes in disarray, but at least he was covered. Finally their aunt ran down, but she then grabbed her cell phone and called their mother, her sister. Jim heard their mother answer, then Vickie launched into a diatribe that would have shamed a sailor.
"Denise, I cannot even begin to tell you what I just found at your home! I came in the kitchen, walked to the family room, and found your two children engaged in terrible acts on your sofa. They were almost naked, Jim was atop that slut daughter of yours, and was pounding her as if they were animals! I tell you, sister of mine, I was so shocked I nearly fainted. Fortunately, I was able to maintain consciousness, and proceeded to lecture the sinners to some degree. I tell you, they are surely going to Hell, both of them! What? No, no one else was here. It's hard to tell how long they have been carrying on in such a disgusting manner. They, and you, are in deep, deep trouble. Incest, sex, kissing, nudity, my God, woman, can't you control these sinners? These sinful siblings? Okay, I'll stay here till you arrive! About 25 minutes? Fine, should I call the authorities? Oh, okay, I'll wait here, and keep the harlot and her prince of darkness separated. Oh, sure, I'll wait till you arrive. Of course, any sister would do the same. Please hurry! Hard to tell what they might do before you get here! Bye."
Jim had taken the opportunity to slip around her and up the stairs. Jim went to Julie's door and knocked lightly, but there was no answer. He tried the door; unlocked so he stepped inside, closing and locking the door. Julie was lying on her bed, her face in the pillow. He sat beside her and gently squeezed her arms. He leaned to her and whispered.
"Darling, don't be afraid. We know Aunt Vickie is a mean old witch!"
Julie turned to him, her eyes red and swollen from crying. "You know she and Mom will gang up on us, and Dad will certainly punish you severely!" Jim leaned and kissed her cheek.
"Honey, let's stick together in this, and they can't intimidate us! We must stay strong!"
Julie sobbed loudly. "No, they're going to split us up and send us far apart so we will never be together again! Oh why did I surrender to your sinful ways?" This last was shouted in deep anger. Jim was fearful she was going to fall apart. Then, they would be doomed.
They heard shouts downstairs; their parents had arrived. Vickie was shouting above everyone, telling her sister she must move quickly to punish and banish the terrible monsters her children had become. Then, cooler heads prevailed. Finally, they heard the front door open and close. Footsteps were heard on the stairs. Jim unlocked and opened the door, and stepped aside as their parents walked into the room. Mother went to Julie, held her and asked how she was. Dad was glaring at his son, no love in his face. Finally, Mother suggested they go down to the kitchen and talk.
Mom and Dad sat in their usual chairs, but made their offspring sit at opposite corners of the table. Dad began.
"Jim, you're the older, and supposedly the protector of your sister. What the hell happened?"
"Dad, Julie and I realized we were very fond of each other, in love, in fact. I was the instigator. I seduced my sister into having a sexual relationship. We're adults, after all, though of course it took place under your roof!" His dad's face contorted into a mask of deep disdain and anger as he stood.
"And you, horny asshole you are, convinced this virgin to give up her most valuable possession to her own brother, with no provision for marriage under God's heaven! What in the hell were you thinking? Were you going to fuck her till you were tired of her, then drop her like a sack and disappear? How could you do this?"
Jim was feeling quite embarrassed and guilty. He did not see the fist screaming his way. The blow caught him unawares, and he fell to the floor. His head rang, his face felt like it exploded. He felt his father pick him up and sink his fist into his solar plexus. The breath left him. He raised a hand in defense, and caught his father under the chin. The older man's head snapped back, and he too fell to the floor. He staggered to his feet and ran to the den. He returned with his 9mm Glock, waving it in Jim's direction. His wife grabbed his arm.
"God's sake, Man, stop it. You've hurt him enough!"
"I haven't even begun to hurt that virgin despoiler. After I'm through with him, there won't be enough to bury!"
"Now Charles, don't make a bad situation worse. Let's cool off till morning, then talk about this rationally!"
"Talk hell! I want this...this Satan out of this house by 6:00 p. m. tomorrow, and not a minute later!"
The parents departed for their room, Father continuing to sputter and swear. Jim looked at Julie, who was quaking and holding her arms closely to her chest. She looked at her brother with a disgusted face, then turned to climb the stairs.
"Julie" Jim said softly, "Please..." She did not look back. Jim went to his room, locking the door. He slept fitfully, and awakened at 6:00 a. m. The house was quiet. He showered and dressed, then went downstairs. No one else was in the house. Even Julie was missing. He felt so alone and dismal. He ate a light breakfast, then began packing his things. He loaded the truck bed, locked the cover, and called his friend Max Berg. Max agreed to let him stay a few days until he could make other arrangements. As he walked through the house for perhaps the last time, he reminisced about happier times. He entered Julie's room and smelled her pillow. Tears dripped down his face. His Julie; what was to become of them? As he stepped into the truck, he looked back and felt the deepest pain of loss he had ever experienced.
