Back In The Wild Pt 02

Be aware: This is a work of taboo fantasy and the characters are fictional and are 18 years or older. Please leave a comment if you will. Your opinion is valuable for me to keep going. Also, this is a story edited by Kenji Sato.

Chapter: 1

Meeting Lilith

The journey from Madera to Fresno by car lasted no longer than twenty five minutes after Ivy and I left the motel in the morning with my Chevy Impala, my "Black Betty". Widely known as the largest city in the center of California, Fresno was one of the many places I'd never been to before. Recognized as "the Raisin Capital of the World", the region was as wide as the eye could see like most great cities in America. And like most cities, it wasn't traffic-free.

"BEEP, BEEP, BEEEEEP!" sounded the loud honk of the impatient prick driving a Prius behind us, as we were all stuck in a gridlock.

"I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD!" Ivy yelled, pissed off as hell, hanging out of the window on her side of the front seat, cursing and pointing her finger at the guy behind his windshield. "IF YOU HONK ONE MORE FUCKING TIME, I'LL RIP YOUR FUCKING BALLS OFF AND SHOVE 'EM DOWN YOUR FUCKING THROAT!"

"For fuck sake, V!" I exclaimed, exasperated enough as it was, as I reached out with my right hand and grabbed my big sister by the hem of her tight jeans to pull her ass back inside. "Calm the fuck down, it's not worth it."

"The hell it ain't!" she bluntly retorted, fuming like a smoke grenade while struggling against my attempt to keep her inside the car. "We've been stuck here for FIVE FUCKING HOURS! The waiting is fucking killing me!"

"Beating that guy won't get us out of here any faster. Just fucking chill already, we ain't in that much of a hurry."

"That doesn't mean I have to like it!" my sister groaned in reply, before she finally settled down, pouting while staying put with her bare, tattooed arms crossed.

"You know what, sometimes, I wonder if I should've been the older sibling instead of you," I patronized, mainly to distract her from her tantrum.

"Give me a break. I still remember the times I had to change your diapers."

"Funny, I still remember the time Dad bailed you out of jail after you shoplifted a bunch of Hannah Montana stuff at Walmart."

"You still remember that shit?" Ivy replied, no longer thinking about the traffic. "You were what, ten?"

"Eleven, and you were sixteen. Mom and Dad were so pissed, I could hear them yelling at you from my room."

"Yeah, Dad grounded me big time, took away my phone, blocked my bank account and made me do all the chores for three months. Ah, the good old days."

"And yet that didn't stop you from getting into more trouble," I added, as I pressed my foot on the gas to advance, only to stop behind the car in front of us still.

"And I ended up in prison, I know," Ivy admitted, while sounding bittersweet, judging by her tone that quickly turned cheerful. "But we're back together now, that's all that matters. You, me... we'll take on the world and show the finger to anyone who would stand in our way, right?"

"They won't see us coming," I said, smiling at my big sister, who came in closer to cuddle with her head lying on my shoulder.

Snuggled up against me, she grasped my free hand in hers and enjoyed this moment of us alone and free, holding each other's hand in our warm palms. She looked quite nice with a white tank-top, tight enough to define the contours of her buxom breasts, and with her jeans in which her knees were exposed.

The first thing we had done after breakfast was to go shopping in a clothes shop where I bought her all the garments and underwear that she wanted as long as they could fit in the large duffel bag that she chose. That was before we made our next stop at a salon where she wanted to have her hair done by a professional. As a result, not only did her ginger red hair smell good, her hairstyle tied into a thick French braid behind her head suited her perfectly, looking like Angelina Jolie in "Tomb Raider" back in 2001. My guess was she wanted to look her best to pay her special friend, Lilith, a visit where she worked.

We didn't talk much about her during the whole trip to Fresno. Even though my sister and lover slept with another person and started a relationship with her former inmate without telling me after all this time, I forgave her. After all, it's not like she was my property or anything like that. We didn't exactly become a couple after a one night-stand before she was sentenced to prison for ten years. So there was no reason for me to be angry at Ivy, since she gave me free rein to be with anyone I wanted, to begin with.

Yet, in spite of that, I stayed single until the day of her release. Knowing her better than anyone, I could sense that she wanted to talk about what she had revealed to me the previous night. I could tell that the words were on the tip of her tongue, but her lips remained sealed by hesitation. I knew she needed time to debate with her thoughts so that she might figure out what to say to me on the subject. So I waited for as long as she needed.

"Colt, can I ask you something?" my big sis finally asked, while still using my shoulder as a pillow.

"Sure," I simply replied, while having a good idea where the conversation was going.

"Why aren't you mad at me? I feel like you should be mad at me... about me and Lilith."

"Me, mad, nah. After what you've been through, I don't get to be mad at you."

"But why? You stayed single all this time... hell, you didn't even bang with any girl for over a decade. For a long time, I thought you would just yell at me and... you know... leave me, if I told you the truth."

"I would never abandon you," I retorted, as I squeezed her fingers tighter in my hand to emphasis my unconditional love. "You're my sister and I love you. And if it gets down to it, I would die for you in a heartbeat. Because you're all I got. You took care of me, now it's my turn."

"Fuck, Colt, now you've done it," Ivy replied with emotion, as she immediately raised her head up to look at me with misty eyes.

Thus, before I could react, she took my face between her hands and leaned in to kiss me hard on my mouth. Given that no one ahead was moving at all, I kept my foot on the brakes, as I locked my arms around my big sis, holding her tightly. My heart felt as if it was set on fire by gasoline by the time we were languidly pecking on each other's lips more times than I could count, until we started exchanging our saliva in a full-blown make-out session.

During my deployments in the Middle East, I had often dreamed of us together with my car, Betty, riding off into the sunset. Thus, as we were here, reunited and kissing, like Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams in "The Notebook", I couldn't be more fulfilled.

Next thing I knew, we were softly moaning into each other's mouths with our tongues brawling and slithering, our eyes closed. For a while, Ivy kept on holding my head, as we stayed molded to each other until she decided to pull away, breaking off the kiss.

"What are you doing?" I asked, smiling the moment she reached down and proceeded to unzip my pants.

"What does it look like?" Ivy replied, and giggled while busily unbuckling my belt. "I'm bored and I'm in the mood to suck dick. Plus, you've been so sweet that you deserve a treat."

Thus, as she said so, my big sis pulled down my pants followed by my underwear and freed my cock that sprung out semi-erect from my groin.

"Hey there, missed me?" she inquired, talking to my dick like an old friend before she grabbed the bottom of my shaft with her right hand and started jerking me off.

"Ahh, man!" I muttered, stimulated by the pleasure tingling in my freed balls, right before I noticed that the car ahead of us just moved forward. "Shit!"

By the time I stepped on the gas, only to hit the brakes after two meters away, my cock was already fully hard for Ivy to lean over and lick from the root to tip. My eyes widened as her delicate tongue made me shiver with anticipation. And with the head of my dick pointed up at her, she didn't waste any time to take it into her mouth and have her lips sealed around my rod to suck and slobber over it without further ado.

I couldn't help but shudder with my eyes closed, as I laid my hand on the nape of my sister's neck, while she was blowing me with a passion. Her mouth felt as wonderful as the day before, sliding my boner in and out slowly before she popped my meat out of her lips and ran her tongue up and down my shaft. And with each kiss Ivy delivered on my pole of swollen flesh, I could feel the love she was putting behind each sweet peck. She wasn't as voracious or aggressive as the first time she had blown me the other day just an hour after I picked her up from prison. This time, my big sis was taking her time, procuring as much pleasure as she could give me. It was as if she wanted to show me how much she adored me, just as much as I adored her.

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Almost an hour later, after Ivy happily gobbled up my load upon busting my nut in her mouth, we were finally freed from the traffic as soon as I left the highway. Thus, we made a quick stop at Chick-fil-A to fill our bellies before driving to the motel that suited us best, the "University Inn". The two pools were nice, and the room that was available to us was fine with a king-size bed, a flat-screen TV and a stand-up shower in the bathroom.

As it turned out, my big sister's friend, Lilith, worked at a strip club named, "The Gentleman's Haven". And so for tonight, Ivy decided to change clothes in the main room, as I was lying down on the bed after hours on the highway. Yet, despite my fatigue, I couldn't resist watching my big sister shed her clothes off, revealing her athletic body gifted with all the assets of a PAWG with her panties stretched out by her ample ass.

By the time she finished dressing herself up with her new garments, she looked drop-dead gorgeous clad in a tight-fitting tank-top cut short below her chest, exposing the skin of her toned midriff packed with noticeable abs. As for down below, she was wearing black leather pants that seemed so tight that they might as well have been molded to her shapely legs and stocky thighs, all the way up to the enticing curves of her wide, prominent hips. Next, the jacket she put on her shoulders was made of tough leather in shades of black and brown, adorned with decorative studs of silver along with crimson red patterns from the hem to the collar all open for her protruding breasts to remain free from the confinement of a zipper.

"So, how do I look?" Ivy asked, posing in front of me with her hands on her hips, looking foxy as hell.

"Like a hot babe," I answered, from the edge of the bed before I got back up on my feet to approach her. "Turn around."

And as I said so, my big sister turned her back to me, showing off the emblem of an angry tiger sewn on the back of her jacket. The one thing that really caught my attention, though, was down below her naked waist where her leather pants were so tight on her big butt that they might as well have been a second skin all over her round cheeks.

"You look perfect," I finally said, as a compliment right before I spanked her booty hard enough, for the slap to loudly echo inside the room.

"Good," Ivy replied, displaying her satisfaction with my answer by pivoting back towards me, only to cup my face between her hands and lay a soft kiss on my lips. "Let's go then."

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Though it was a bit early to go to the strip club at seven PM, we departed from the motel nonetheless, and made it to our destination in less than fifteen minutes. The place looked quite nice with the orange light of the sunset shining over the building situated in a luxurious neighborhood. The name of the establishment was written in blinking pink neon lights, along with two depicted women shaking their booties, back to back. The parking lot was half empty, so it was easy to find a spot for Betty.

"Here we are," I said after pulling the key out of the ignition, silencing the grumbling engine. "You wanna go inside now, or do you wanna wait here a little?"

"Let's wait a little," Ivy answered, looking both eager and nervous at the same time, with her eyes drawn to the port of entry, guarded by a tall bouncer with big, tattooed arms and a barrel chest. "Lily is supposed to start her shift in a few more minutes."

"Lily, huh?" I uttered, as I turned towards my sister-of-a-lover. "Is she calling you V, too?"

"Only you or close friends can call me that," she answered, with a warm smile that suited her beautiful face, no matter how much her features were weathered and hardened after years of imprisonment. "So yeah, she can definitely call me V, like you do."

Upon saying so, something seemed to have come into her mind, something that made her stop smiling. I couldn't help but frown, as my big sis suddenly looked even more nervous, judging how she was avoiding my gaze. I knew that look. The last time I saw her like this was the night she confessed her love and desire for me, the night we surrendered our virginity to each other.

"What's wrong?" I asked, a little worried.

"It's nothing bad," Ivy said, a little too quickly for me not to be concerned about what was troubling her. "It's just that... there's something I haven't told you yet."

"What is it? I already told you that I'm not mad at you. You've been away a long time and you were alone in that jungle where you had to be strong twenty-four hours a day. What happened before doesn't matter now. We are here together, free to do whatever we want, and go wherever we want. You're my only sister, the only family I got. And nothing you did will make me think less of you."

"For fuck sake, baby bro!" she quietly exclaimed, while finally looking at me with teary eyes. "You're gonna make me cry. I love you so much!"

Carried away with joy, Ivy pounced from the bench seat to straddle me, and sit her big, sweet ass on my lap. In a blink of an eye, she circled her arms around my neck and squeezed me hard enough to almost choke me. And as I hugged her back with my face snuggled next to hers, I started to reminisce of her time in prison.

If there was one thing that we had in common, it was that life had been difficult on us both for those past ten years. I was deployed thrice in the Middle East, on the other side of the world, to fight and serve in two wars. And she was convicted for such a long time for marijuana possession, back when it used to be illegal, and for punching a police officer.

Though my time in the Marine Corps was far from easy, I wasn't alone. I had my brothers in arms and Hugo, my best friend. Ivy, on the other hand, had no one besides Lilith for the time she was her inmate. She had no one else to rely on, no one else to truly trust, and no one else to lower her guard with. She was alone in a place where she always had to be tough and vigilant. She couldn't allow herself to be vulnerable. She had to be hard and strong, in order to do whatever it took to survive without showing any weakness or softness to the eyes of those who wished her harm in a place full of dangerous female convicts.

But right then in this touching moment, she must know by then that she didn't need to maintain the barrier she had built around herself. At long last, my big sis didn't need to be the meanest and toughest bitch of the block that she portrayed herself to be. And at long last, she could cut herself loose from who she had to be and allow herself to be soft, sweet and vulnerable in my arms.

"I told her everything," she suddenly murmured to my ear, in a way that made me shiver a little.

"What?" I asked, totally unsure what she was talking about.

In my perplexed state, Ivy pulled away until only her forearms remained around my neck, to look me in the eyes to say what she had to say.

"Lilith, I told her everything... about us."

"You what?!" I almost shouted, in disbelief, looking at her as if she had just lost her mind. "You gotta be kidding me. When?"

"In our prison cell, doofus," she answered, chuckling with a barely contained smile as if it wasn't that much of a big deal. "We were practically sisters, telling each other everything, even our deepest secrets."

"Even the one about having sex with your brother? What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't. We spent five years together in the same cell. I kept her safe every day and we talked all the time. She knows me, and I know her. I just knew I could trust her."

"Fuck, V!" I sighed, a bit exasperated at how reckless my sister could be, especially with that loose mouth of hers. "You should've known better than anyone to never trust anybody in a goddamn prison."

"I knew that!" Ivy indignantly replied, looking as irritated as way back when we used to argue as children. "You think I'm stupid?"

"Who are you kidding? You've always been a dumbass."

"Fuck you! You're the dumbass, dumbass!"

And with that, she pulled back her right arm and was about to give me a fist bump on my forehead. That was before my left hand caught her by the wrist in a vise grip. Not so surprised, Ivy chuckled as we played a little game of tug of war with her own arm until I let go. No longer making such a fuss about what started the argument, I grinned and then merely shook my head before I asked more calmly:

"How did she react? What did she say?"

"Well, at first, she didn't really believe me. So I gave her the look that I meant everything I said to her. The face she made was so adorable and funny; I had to bite my lip to stop myself from laughing. Long story short, she was pretty speechless before she started asking questions about us, why we banged and how good it felt. I was relieved as hell the moment she told me that she understood and that she wouldn't say a word to anyone. She even admitted that sex between siblings is kinda hot."

"So what you're saying is that we're okay, she won't tell on us, or anything?" I asked, still a little unconvinced.

"Colt, don't you trust me?" Ivy asked, after grasping my face between her hands so that my eyes wouldn't escape her gaze.

"With my life," I replied without blinking, and without a doubt in mind.

"Then trust me when I'm telling you that we are safe with Lilith. She's a good girl and a sweetheart. You'll see, you'll like her soon enough."

I couldn't find the words to argue with that, so my lips were sealed as I reflected for a minute. Though I was not completely at ease that Ivy had told our secret to someone I didn't know yet; it was comforting to know how confident her faith in that girl was. I was not even sure if I would like her or not, but I was willing to give Lilith the benefit of a doubt if she truly was who my big sis said she was. If she really trusted her that much, then I might as well, too.

"Okay," I conceded with a grin, looking straight into her blue eyes. "I'll follow your lead."

"That's exactly what I wanted to hear," she exclaimed, and hugged me again so tightly, I thought she was gonna break my neck this time. "I love you, baby bro!"

And thus before I could react, my sister, the love of my life, pulled herself back only for a brief second before she cupped my cheeks in her hands, leaned down and kissed me. Her luscious lips felt soft and warm, once they lovingly connected with mine. The next smooches we exchanged were just as gentle as the first. And each slow peck she landed became more fervent and aggressive the wetter our mouths were, until her tongue pushed through my lips to dart further past my teeth. My own tongue had a mind of its own, responding in kind, as we French kissed with a heated passion that was burning up fast.

For a lasting while, our kissing session continued in depth with our lips glued to one another and our tongues dueling wildly between our mouths, like two slippery eels in a bucket. My hands were all over her by then, fumbling the muscular lower back of my big sis and kneading two handfuls of booty cheeks clad in her sexy leather pants. We couldn't care less if anyone could see us making out as time flew by indefinitely. I could stay like this for hours on end, listening to the wet smacks of our lips and feeling the delectable rush of kissing Ivy without restraint. That was, until we eventually stopped the moment the parking area started to get more crowded with cars, as dusk was reaching its twilight.