Journey To Love Pt 14

Journey to Love Pt. 14

This is a work of adult erotic fiction between siblings who grew up unaware the other existed. All sexual activity is by consenting adults. All Characters are fictional, while the places and geography are real.

........................ Journey to Love Pt. 14

Journeys are discovering what is within and what should be withheld......... Sophie.......... There it was, rampant, poking straight up from my naked Brother's body. The sunrise light beam through the window danced over his glans and down his shaft, warming it for me. He was sleeping. He was obviously having an erotic dream.

I was still quite sore from yesterday, so I reached for the aloe vera cream and prepared my passage.

So as not to wake Jack yet, I walked around the bed and carefully planted myself on his penis. Now I was bathed in the warmth of the sunlight while internally, his hot sex organ stretched me once again. Slowly, I ground on him. Building up my need to fuck my Brother harder.

Fuck this was hot. He was in that state of dreaming where his mind was working, but his body was still paralysed by the drugs of sleep. The ones that stop you from acting out your dreams in your sleep. I was doing the acting out for him.

Gradually, I felt his state of consciousness alter as he began to thrust with me. He groaned, and as his eyes started to open, I met his mouth in a kiss.

"Morning, sleepyhead."

"Oh god, wow, wait, what?"

The reality and the dream blended.

"Shit, Sophie, I thought I was fucking... Never mind."

"Who, Jack?"

"No," he thrust up harder. "It was just a dream."

I took his nipples in my fingertips and giggled in delight as I began to squeeze them hard.

"Who?"

"Ok, I give. I don't know her name."

By now, we were both humping each other hard in lust.

"I truly don't; that chick in the movie, sweet..."

"Oh, Reece!"

"No, Melanie, not the actress, the character. I don't give a shit about actors. It's the characters that get to me."

"What were you doing in the dream?

"We were out in the lightning storm. Except the beach was covered in hay. And I had my rod in the air tempting lightning, but then she impaled herself on me. I was waiting for the lightning to strike so I could cum. I wanted that thrill again."

Jack was now holding my hips and pushing me up, and thrusting me down hard on his penis.

"But then it was you, and we were in the haystack, but this time we were actually fucking. But I still couldn't cum. Something was holding me back".

He took my breasts; I could see the desperation in his eyes.

"Maybe you needed my permission, Jack," I whispered. "Cum for me; fill me with your seed; I want your cum."

His eyes rolled back, and his final thrust of climax raised me up, and he blasted his sweet juices into my pussy.

I came with him, then wickedly jumped off and swung my legs over his head and plastered his lips into my pulsing climaxing labia.

I took his still pulsing penis and swallowed him into my mouth, and took him deep. Taking and sucking the remnant of his sperm into my stomach. At the same time, I could feel his tongue scooping the same sperm from my vagina. His mouth clamped down on my clitoris, and I came again, growling and gasping on his firm flesh.

He pushed me off him and leant over me. He dribbled remnant sperm and spit into my mouth.

"Enough, baby sister. Lightning defiantly turned my guts to glass." Then he giggled.

We rolled and giggled back and forth on the bed. He slapped my butt and bolted for the door.

"Last one in's a rotten egg."

I chased after him but caught him because he was not running, and I was.

I pushed him into the pool but beat him into the water as he toppled on the edge, trying to stop himself from falling.

We played dunkems and then tunnels, followed by piggybacks and shoulder rides. It was like the pool was our childhood. It contained the memories we never shared as kids, but it sent us straight back into childhood.

After our swim, Jacked cooked us bacon, eggs, avocado, and juice for breakfast. I came up behind him. He had on the apron I wore yesterday, but it didn't even cover his dick. I cuddled into his naked butt.

"I forgot to ask, where did all the food come from?"

"Oh, I asked the house owners to stock up on food for us before we arrived. I placed a pick-and-collect order from the supermarket. One in Orange at their suggestion."

"Smart thinking bro. I wouldn't have even thought of that."

"I think it comes from fending for myself in life. Sometimes, I even had to feed myself. I always had a stash of food somewhere I could raid. Mainly two-minute noodles and Mac cheese, mind you, but it kept me going when occasionally I was forgotten about."

"That's terrible."

"Mostly, they didn't mean to. It was more the elderly relatives who didn't eat much themselves and had forgotten how much a growing boy needs. But I liked the independence at those times. Dad always made sure I had money. He also trusted me not to spend it on sweets and things."

"So, what did you do with your time?"

"That depended on where I was. If in a town or city, I would explore the streets a bit. But mainly, I was stuck in my room. But if I were on a farm, I would be free to do a lot more. Sometimes, I would help out if there was something happening.

"Other times, play in the shearing shed or muck around at the dam. Sometimes I would make some money for myself by shovelling sheep shit from under the shed into bags to sell at the farm gate. I always had to wash under the tap before I was allowed in.

"Other times, I would go skinny dipping in a dam. But the best fun was catching yabbies. I had an old five-gallon drum I would boil up on a small fire near the dam and cook them fresh. Much better tucker than instant noodles."

We had finished our breakfast and were chatting on the deck chairs.

"Jack, do you think you can teach me?"

"What?"

"To catch Yabbies, there's a dam over there. Do you think they have them in it?"

"Sure too, but we need to sunscreen up, and I suggest old shorts and a T-shirt. "

"Why not skinny dipping?"

"It's fun in a pool, but the bottom of dams are muddy, and the yabbies do like toes. That is if you stay still long enough. Also, because it's muddy, you can fall on your butt, so better to have some protection."

Jack was up and about gathering things needed. He found a ball of thick string in a draw. And a big bucket from the laundry.

"If we are lucky, we can get enough to feed our guests when they arrive. Can you find the biggest saucepan and fill it, then put it on the stove?"

"Do you want me to heat it up?"

"Not yet." Jack was cutting two slabs of meat from a thick steak.

"Scotch fillet for yabbie. Fair swap. These boys will think it's Christmas."

"Don't we need spare bait?"

"The idea is not to let them eat it. You'll see."

We put on runners to trek across to the dam. Dame, my brother, looked fine with his shirtless, bronzed body. He was so hot in his footy shorts. The dam was about half full. One patch was quite muddy on the shallow end.

"We want to be where we don't cast a shadow." He half-filled the bucket with dam water.

"Okay, cast off, not too far. Jack had found some sticks on the way, which he pushed into the mud and tied the other end of the string to them.

"Now we wait."

"Don't we hold the string to see if they bite?"

"No, it's not like fishing. We want them to get their claws into it and start feasting."

"Look, the sting's moving."

"Yep, there are yabbies here."

"Can I check?"

"Patience."

After five minutes, Jack hopped off his haunches.

"Now, watch me. Stand back."

Slowly, he pulled the string to the bank. It became clear that some Yabbies were attached. Slowly, slowly, until they were right in the shallow water. Carefully, he put his hand behind them and, quick as lightning, scooped the yabbies and water onto the bank.

He hopped up to grab the flapping creatures, who looked keen to get back to the water. They were two big ones, each with a massive pincer warding off the air.

Again, with deft movement, he moved from behind and grabbed its back shell near the head. He did the same with the other hand and stood proudly holding two decent-sized Yabbies.

"Let me take a photo, Jack."

"It's in my pocket."

He held the creatures high over his head as I deliberately reached into the wrong pocket.

"Oops, wrong creature, and I rubbed my prize."

"Careful, I don't drop these, my cheeky sister."

I squealed as he moved the snapping pincers toward me. I quickly grabbed the phone and snapped a few images.

"Well, Jack, I won't starve if I'm with you."

He put them in the bucket and flipped the bait back into the water.

"We just need to keep an eye on them. Sometimes, they will crawl out. It's more likely, though, once we have a few. They use each other as stepladders. Okay, yours now, Sophie."

Gingerly, I pulled my string to the bank. Yes, there were also a few yabbies clinging to the meat. I was scared, as those nippers looked big. Trying to emulate Jack's stealth, I moved my hand behind and went to scoop the group, but I hesitated a second and did a half-arsed scoop.

Expectantly, I looked at the bank. No big one, just a small one looking lost.

"Don't worry, Sophie, it's a good size to practice picking up."

Even with this one, the claw looked dangerous, and I had a few false attempts before picking it up and holding it high. Jack was there with the phone camera rolling.

"Well done, try again. Put that one back."

Jack repeated his performance and scored a monster this time. He then let a few little ones find their own way back to the water.

"Next time, Sis, bring them a little closer and be faster. Don't think it, do."

Wow, I pulled mine in, and sure enough, a few big ones were attached.

"Slowly, slowly. Like you're trying to splash my face in the pool with a surprise attack. Take as much water as you can with them."

I bit my lip and struck. Three Yabbies sailed through the air and landed on the bank.

"That's it. Well done. Ok, now the hard bit."

I approached one. He was not happy, his nipper striking out.

"Use one hand as a decoy and grab with the other."

"Wow, I did it!" I yelled and quickly dropped it in the bucket.

"Quick, the others are getting away. Help me, Jack."

"Oh no, you have not caught them until they are in the bucket. These are yours."

"Jack, meany!"

I grabbed the second one and safely put it away. I could see the third nearly at the water. I squealed and chased it. I grabbed it as it entered the water. Just before it had a chance to swim, I toppled over and fell backwards into the dam, right in the mud.

Jack was killing himself laughing, but he also had the camera out. I held up the Yabbie, its claws only narrowly missing me.

"Jack, how do I get up? Are you filming that, you bastard."

I flung the yabbie at him. It was a reflex cricket catch, but it was no cricket ball.

"Ow fuck he's got me."

He raced to the bucket and shook the claw free, then sucked his finger.

"Good catch, Bro, but does that count as a dropped catch?"

I hopped up and was covered in mud. When I went to step out, I left a runner behind.

"Fuck it's in the mud somewhere."

I felt around until I found it and pulled it out. I threw the muddy runner at a laughing Jack.

"Jack the lines, your turn."

For the next ten minutes, Jack was busy pulling in the critters.

"Ok, that's enough for a good feed. This dam has not been Yabbied for a while by the size of these beauties."

I was crouching at the water's edge, trying to wash me and my shoes. Yep, you guessed it. I scooped some mud and flung it at Jack. I hit him directly on his chest. Splat! I giggled.

"That's it, mud war." He cried.

He flipped his shoes off and joined me but took the strategic position where the shallow end had more mud.

It was on. Mud flew everywhere. He was onto a good source, so I braved his barrage and tackled him into the mud. It only took a few minutes of rolling, and we were covered head to foot.

I stood, and my mud-encrusted shirt clung to my skin. My boobies were very prominent.

"Fuck it!" I said, pulling my mud-heavy T-shirt over my head.

My breasts looked entirely white amid the mud. I saw the gleam in Jack's eye as he approached me with two handfuls of mud.

I glared as if to say don't you dare. But he did, as I actually hoped he would. He massaged that mud right into my tits and surrounds.

"You pay a fortune for this at a health spa, darling."

Then we cuddled and squirmed. We went to kiss, but the mud on our faces put a stop to that idea.

Instead, we looked into each other's eyes. Desire rose quickly. We both knew we wanted to fuck, but the mud was no place for that.

"Let's get these beauties back before they escape and walk off."

We slipped on our muddy, gritty runners and trudged back, arm in arm, giggling.

"Over here, Sophie, away from the Car."

He pulled the hose around the side, and I turned it on. As I turned the corner, I was met with a full spray of water.

"Hey!"

We continued our water fight with the hose. It was not really a fight, more play to get the mud off. Our shorts appeared on our bodies through the mud.

I had the hose and stuffed the end down his shorts directly onto his dick. Jack got the hint and dropped his daks. He rotated as I washed his genitals and butt crack.

He took the hose from me, and I did the same. My nudity turned blond under the water.

"I think we can hit the shower now. Jack. We need soap."

I grabbed a towel each from the pool fence, and we towel-walked our way to the bathroom. Soon, we were lost in the luxury of hot water and soap.

My hair was a muddy mess still.

"Wash my hair, Jack?"

I knelt, and he moved to my front so his cock was basically in my face. I took him in. He was still quite limp. I felt the shampoo trickle onto my scalp. His fingers worked their magic while his cock grew in my mouth.

"Keep your mouth closed Sophie you don't want to suck in shampoo."

"Bastard" I groaned with my mouth full and getting fuller.

I worked my tongue around his head and along his shaft. He took the moveable shower piece and rinsed me off. I was now flowing with my own needs.

I pulled off his cock, and forced him to his knees. His mouth attacked my centre and I washed his much shorter hair with the shampoo.

"Fuck," he groaned, "shampoo."

"Suck it up, lover," I said as I held his face in place.

Clean I let him stand and he buried his face in the shower head, spitting out shampoo.

Then he picked me up and slammed me into the tiles of the shower wall. His cock quickly found its home and he was fucking me hard.

"Fuck I've wanted to do this since Wagga," he grunted, thrusting into me. My passion matched his and I latched onto his neck with my mouth, as I groaned in ecstasy. He dropped my leg to the floor and held my other one in the crook of his arms.

I reached a hand down and hit my clit which was protruding hard.

"Cumming" I cried and he rode my back into the tiles.

When I stopped climaxing, he turned me around and took me from behind. I was bent double as he pounded into me.

"Yes, fuck yes' keep going Jack."

It was hard to stand and soon we both slumped to the floor, Jack reentered missionary style and thrust away while the shower rained down upon his back.

"Cumming my sexy sister!" He screamed as he blasted everything he had into my depths.

Jack moved off me and pulled me into a seated cuddle. We were content to sit there in the spray, letting the feelings and memories of that hot session imprint themselves on our psyche.

"Time to move he whispered, our friends will be here soon."

We dried each other and changed into our swimmers. I proudly put on the Peacock Bikini.

"I need to attend to the yabbies. I think our clothes need a wash. But word to the wise we will never get the mud stain out. Put our runners in as well. We may need to get new ones, if these don't scrub up."

We had a light lunch while we waited for Belinda and James to arrive.

....... Jack..........

They arrived on schedule and Sophie rushed out to greet them. I think she was missing female company.

I followed behind and observed the interaction.

"You have it on, fantastic. You look as hot as you did last week." Belinda exclaimed excitedly.

"I had better change into mine straight away, so I can redirect James's gaze."

James was grinning ear to ear.

"Hi, I'm James."

"Jack." I shook his hand.

"You have no idea how much your wife transformed our town's pool culture."

"Well I know how much she has transformed me, so I guess it's a fantastic change."

"It is." The girls disappeared inside. "Where is the amazing car? I've only seen pictures."

"It's out the back, I took it to the lawn to wash it."

"Great move, I'll need a clean windscreen."

We went out to the pool area. Daisy was sitting neatly dressed in her yellow on the green lawn.

"Wow, that's amazing," James said as he strolled around it. "No wonder it gets hot in there."

"Bloody hot."

"Leave the lid down Jack, I want to get a thermometer to take its temperature before I start. I can certainly do some things to make it cooler. Come and give us a hand."

"Good idea, work first, relax later."

"Don't tell the girls that, I think it will be all relaxing for them."

We came back with a bit of gear. We did a second load. James put a digital thermometer on the dash and we watched it climb.

"The problem with these canopies is they were designed for visibility. And if on aircraft it was the cold that was the problem." James said.

"I read somewhere that they may not have been used on actual aircraft."

"But then the manufacturer had the right gear to manufacture them so it's probably a moot point. But that doesn't matter, I have a few things that will cool it down."

We discussed the ideas and got to work.

"Ok before we do this I want to polish the Perspex, it's quite marked and it will take the tinting better when we do."

He took out two polishing units and we got to work. We had to cut it back quite deeply.

"Holly shit! "James said. He nearly dropped his tool. "Fuck that hot."

I looked up to see my Sister and Belinda wearing the same bikini.

"Fuck," I groaned, "I'm with you James."

Now I was used to Sophie in her peacock bikini but to see another beauty in one also was wow. The girls did a bit of a model for us, turning to show that two ripe bums were better than one.

Belinda was taller than my Sister by fifteen centimetres, maybe her boobs were the same size but looked smaller on a larger frame. Sophie had lost her early tan lines but Belinda sported pale boobs and a distinctive line from her old modest swimsuit. Same with her bum.

"Bel we're trying to work here."

The girls came up to us. Fortunately, each to their appropriate partners and draped themselves on us.

"Can't take the heat fellas?"

"Fuck' Sophie darling, we are trying to reduce the heat of Daisy. Come any closer and you'll blow the thermometer."

The girls draped themselves on the car.

"Photo Jack," Sophie demanded.

I think it was the price of owning a good phone. Not that I was complaining. I got to take the very erotic pictures. I grabbed a few.

"I think it might be better once we are finished."

"Okay'" they said in unison and sauntered over to the pool. They held hands and jumped in. Turning, they stood up and revealed their boobs were loose in the home paddock.

"Fuck!" we groaned.

"I hope you don't mind us looking at the wrong girls' boobs here ladies?" James gasped.

"Yeah," I said, "my eyes don't come programmed with anything else. I think we had better get back to it or we will end up not being able to see out of Daisy again."