Please be aware this is a story about consensual, adult brother and sister incest. If this is not your thing, please enjoy another story from the many talented writers on here.
All characters are at least 18 years of age.
I believe reads as a stand-alone, but if you are new to the story of Ryan and Abby you might consider starting with Part 1.
I would like to thank as usual Eva_Adams and Redheaded Wonder Woman for their beta reads, editing and invaluable proofreading.
The Next Day:
I was flying through the air. It was an amazing thing. I didn't need wings, I could float in mid-air like a superhero, but I wasn't one. I was just me.
I could change my speeds and altitude at will, but right now I didn't want to go anywhere but the cloud I was laying on because an angel had my hard cock in her warm, wet mouth.
I looked down at her, wings tucked behind her back, long flaxen hair, and a halo above her head that sparkled in a scintillation of white light and a rainbow of spectral-colors. Occasionally her wings would flap sending her long blonde hair flowing into the wind or slapping against me.
Her mouth was rolling its tongue around the head of my cock and taking me in deeply sucking harder and harder drawing more blood into my erection making it even more rocklike.
The angel's hand was lovingly sliding up and down my shaft and then stopped at her lips, formed a tight circle under the head of my cock and created a vagina with her fingers and lips, and started to fuck my penis with her mouth.
I was laying there knowing that I was in heaven. I didn't know if I had died or not, but I had never had a blow job like this before and started realizing that I was going to cum. Oh my, I was going to explode into the angel's mouth in the largest orgasm of my life as the head of my cock became even more swollen, desperate to pop my load.
The angel must have been sent to me by God because she was speeding up her motions on my cock urging me to cum. "Cum," the angel said. "Cum. I want you to cum. I want you to shoot all of your hot jizz into my mouth. I need it. Fill my mouth with your cum."
I grabbed hold of the angel's head ready to shoot my full load into her mouth. My hips starting to thrust rapidly in and out.
"I'm going to cum!" I shrieked to the angel.
"Yes, yes, yes! Cum for me Ryan! Give it to me. Give me all of your sweet, creamy cum."
Ryan? I woke up! The head in my hands was Abby's and the mouth that was sucking my cock was Abby's, and the hands on my ass forcing me in and out of her mouth were Abby's.
I woke up abruptly screaming, "Abby what the fuck are you doing?!"
As my balls started erupting, shooting stream after stream of my boiling, morning cum into my sweet sister's mouth.
I could feel her suctioning harder as she swallowed every shot. One, two, hell must have been six or seven shots until I was spent.
Abby kept her mouth on my cock licking around it, holding it in her warm wetness as I slowly got soft. She kept licking me and massaging my shaft milking out every last drop until I slid out of her mouth.
"That was great!" she said still swallowing and gulping.
I laid back trying to collect myself.
"What the fuck was that? For Christ's sake?!"
"You wouldn't let me do that last night, and I really wanted to taste your cum big brother," and she leaped up, grabbed my head, and gave me a long, deep kiss. My younger sister shoving her tongue coated with my own spunk into my mouth, finding my tongue and rolling it around with hers.
"Good morning. What do you want for breakfast? I've already had mine," and she gave me a devilish smile.
"I'll have words for you later. That was underhanded and not okay," and I padded out to the bathroom to pee and shower.
I was standing under the hot water with my eyes closed, shampooing my hair and trying to wash my sins down the drain when I heard the shower door open and Abby's soft breasts pressing into me. She grabbed my dick and started to grind her pussy against my ass.
"Abby, stop! We can't do this."
"But I want you again."
"Abby this has got to stop. It is not normal."
"Well, it's normal between us, now. We are both adults. We both wanted to do it. And I want to do it again."
I pushed her away with soap in my eyes.
"Please, can we just shower, get dressed, and eat a quick breakfast. I've got an early class and then practice later."
She grabbed my cock and gave it a tight shake.
"Okay," she said with a pout.
Breakfast:
Sometimes I think I know what love is all about.
We are taught about it all of our lives. When we are young through our parents, aunts and uncles and their friends. Sometimes it is true, but frequently it is a myth.
Our friends teach us what love is all about, as do our teachers and our faith leaders.
Many of us learn through the arts. Nowadays that is movies, TV and for those of us who read, books. (Even though I don't think Shakespeare's sonnets teach many about love anymore.)
But most learn about love through life and experience and trying it on.
That can be joyous, painful, wonderful, the greatest thing that has ever happened, and many times devastating. But what is love?
There is the natural love between a young child and their parents, but that is not what I am talking about. There is the love of a rock star or movie star -- I suppose nowadays, maybe an influencer or someone on TV or your computer -- but that is also not what I am talking about.
Is adult love "till death do you part?" Does it require sex to cement it? If not, why is having sex with another called "making love?"
I know that in my few short years of sexuality, when I feel love for someone I wanted to fuck them. Excuse me, make love to them.
Sure there are times when I saw some chick, she got me hot and bothered and all I wanted to do was fuck her. But I know that was lust and not love.
Nothing wrong with that. I like fucking a hot babe as much as the next guy. As Jalen always says, "That's what cheerleaders are for."
And yes, it is true about really tall guys and cock size. It's large. I'm not as big as Jalen. He is 7' tall and I am only 6'-5" but yeah, I'm never embarrassed in the locker room, and it helps with the cheerleaders who are enjoying the show when I'm running up and down the court. I'll admit it.
But what is true love?
I suppose that is the eternal question that has fueled many a fight, and rom-com.
As I walked down the quad heading to my next class I was pondering all of this because as troubling as it was, I was thinking that I was in love with my sister and not in a brotherly way.
And that wasn't good.
And I was getting a hardon thinking about it and that really wasn't good.
Practice was at 4:00pm. We were suiting up and Jalen said, "Hey bro, too bad you weren't fucking some hot, breakup pussy last night." And he smiled a shit-eating grin.
He had no idea.
"Yeah, I figured you and Jeanie had fun. Did you nail her ass too?"
"Nah. She said I was too big. But I fucked her pussy all night, and came in her mouth twice," and he smiled.
I flipped him the bird. "So fuck you. I lost to Abby at 'Call of Duty' and went to bed with my hand. Asshole."
"Hey! If you're not black, you don't fuck a hot crack," and he put his hand down to his crotch and shook it up and down.
