Ancestry.cum
This family-friendly novel contains descriptions of close family members engaged in entirely inappropriate activities that some may find either disturbing or hot. This family is VERY friendly! If you find family members fantasizing about or taking liberties with each other or otherwise behaving in naughty ways, then you probably should stop reading right about... now.
All characters in this novel are fictional and are eighteen years or older. Any resemblance to any real person, living, dead, or under the age of eighteen, is in your own dirty little mind. Sadly, most of the events portrayed in this story are not based on true events. I wish.
If you are still reading and are not offended by MILF or SILF or BILF and believe siblings and other family members behaving in very naughty ways is hot, I hope you enjoy this extremely naughty story.
This the previous chapter, a husband and wife received a home DNA test for their 25
th
anniversary...and learned that they are blood brother and sister. This revelation inspired their son and youngest daughter to take their relationship to the next level--dating. Meanwhile, their elder daughter, daddy's girl, received a different message.
And while they await confirmation of the shocking results, the news rekindled the wife's sexual interest in her husband, but the husband found himself incapable of having sex with his sister.
What more could go wrong right?
Chapter 02
Monday morning, Leanne came down wearing her sexy new tennis skirt, carrying her gear bag.
"Where are you going?"
"Alice and I need to practice, practice, practice to be ready for the finals."
"What about Dr. Smith? He said the results will be in today."
"We'll be through by noon," she said, "and you know doctors always wait with bad news for the end of the day."
Inside the fabric, her nipples looked amazing. "Aren't you chilly in that?"
"We'll warm up once we stroke a few balls."
"Shouldn't you wear a bra or something?"
"I don't have one which will work with this halter dress." Then a lightbulb went off, and she glanced down at her chest. "Oh, I see your point."
Those were not
my
points poking through her top.
"They're a little distracting."
"I can see that! Don't worry, there will only be women around. Too bad, if you think about it. These could be my secret weapon in a mixed-doubles match..."
Mike shuffled in, hair sticking straight up, heading straight to the coffeepot. After a sip, he turned toward her. "Damn, Mom, you look awesome!"
"Thank you." She and wrinkled her nose at me, the same age-old face sisters have made at their brothers probably since the Stone Age. "It's not too distracting?"
"Gee, Mom, it's fantastic."
"Stop looking at your mother like that."
"Like what? Tell you what, Mom: if you win the championship, how would you feel about posing for a painting? I need an acrylic project for next term. You could hold up your trophy, that sort of thing."
"Really? Why, I've never posed for an artist before."
"It's settled then," he said. "Even if you don't win, I could paint an action shot--you swinging your racket, lunging across the court for a shot."
"That sounds fun! Maybe we could do both, to see which comes out better."
Mike got up and, eyeing her like she was one of his sisters, pulled back her hair in the ponytail she always puts in before she plays. Ponytails make her look like a college girl. Mike's eyes drifted down to her chest.
"Don't look at your mother!" I blurted, then tried to recover. "You're going to be late."
"Right. I'd better..." She turned back and forth, obviously frazzled, before heading to the door. On her way out, she blew us a kiss.
Mike stared at me over the rim of his cup. "What?"
"I didn't say anything!" I stormed out, heading straight to the shower for my morning wank.
"This is Maggie from Dr. Smith's office. He asked me to call to let you know your test results are in and he can squeeze you in at 11:15."
"We'll be there," I told her and called Leanne. "The results are in. Can you be ready by 11:15?"
"We just finished up," she said. Since the tennis complex is on the way from home to the doctor's office, I swung by to pick her up. Sweating made her look even sexier, I decided the moment she trotted out to the car. Dr. Smith had undoubtedly seen her nipples anyway, in a breast exam or something, so let him gawk.
"Mr. & Mrs. Cox?"
We both leaped from our seats in the waiting room and practically sprinted to the exam room. While waiting, I held my wife's hand, hoping it was not my sister's hand.
"Okay, we have some results." The elderly doctor took his seat and glanced up from the papers long enough to check out Leanne's nipples. "I'm afraid your tests matched the previous test. To a 99.9974% chance, you are brother and sister."
We crushed each other's hand as our fingers clenched. "How is that possible?" I asked no one in particular.
"Beats the hell out of me," the doctor said. "Leanne, you were adopted, so it looks like you and your husband had the same parents. Both parents, not just one. Do you have some relatives who might shed some light on this?"
"No one," Leanne answered. "We both have siblings, but they don't know anything."
That was a bit of a stretch, because neither of us breathed a word of our scandal to our other siblings, but surely, had they known, this is not the sort of information you keep to yourself.
We held it together to the car, but soon as I closed the door, she teared up. I held her and she held me, slobbering all over each other's shirts. Well, she slobbered on my shirt, but her little halter top didn't cover much shoulder, so most of my tears and other body fluids dripped onto her tanned skin and dripped down her back.
Leanne held my hand pressed under her chin all the way home. The way she gripped it, my arm lay across her left boob, but I didn't say anything. It felt kind of nice. Comforting. We were numb. I held her hand up to the door, and we walked in together.
"I'm going to go change," she said, waving one arm toward the stairs as though her brother had no idea where she and her husband slept for decades.
"Good idea," I said, and squeezed her hand before letting go.
She squeezed mine back, too.
I jerked her toward me and planted a big, juicy kiss on her lips. Our arms enveloped each other as our mouths enveloped the tongue of our sibling.
Her hands were all over me--my face, my hair, my shoulders, but my hands went straight to her sweet little ass, fingers digging into firm flesh like we were back at our senior prom. I didn't care whose ass it was; it was HER ass--and that day, it was mine!
It all became a whirlwind of hands and lips and tongues and skin. Somehow, I had her up against the wall, and her legs wrapped around my waist, holding her to me, firm and sexy tight. Our tongues were going crazy on each other, and she bit the hell out of my neck, but I didn't give a damn.
Held up by the wall and her thighs freed my hands to molest her breasts, those beautiful nipples trying to poke through the stretchy fabric.
"I've never wanted to fuck my brother like I want to fuck you right now!"