This is an erotic love story between a brother and a sister who were separated when very young and reunited after they were eighteen years old. They undertake a modern quest in a small vintage car, thus they journey into incest and love. All sexual, activity is between consenting Adults. This part does include some role-playing that includes mild dominance and subservience.
Thanks for sticking with the story so far. This episode contains some big changes to our lover's journey.
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As journeys end another one always starts. Death is the only end to Life’s journey. All humans must die it is living with the possibility that is hard.
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Sophie
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I just can't help myself. There was my man with his penis as stiff a board, naked next to me. Was it temptation or intimacy? I had to make a choice, mouth or pussy? Mouth was easiest, but our juices from last night would change the flavour and experience. Then my vagina did need warming up to get my fluids flowing, as his penis would be dry and need lubrication. Which brought me back to my mouth.
I worked my fingers in anticipation when I realised a third way: Masturbation. It's funny, I had not done this since we first made love. I spat in my hand and started to spread the load onto his firm flesh. He was obviously in a dream state but still immobilized by the drugs of sleep. I took more fluids proffered by my growing wetness.
I played with my favourite bit of flesh in the whole world. Was it that, in spite of my own vagina and sex organs? Yes, probably, because I wasn't a big masturbator before I knew Jack’s impressive cock. I was definitely obsessed with it right from the start. Fuck I loved it.
Jack started providing me with his precum fluids. I took a finger and removed a bead. It made its way to my mouth. I love the slippery feel on my tongue and the sweet flavour as that small drop coated my taste buds. I started to use both hands, kneeling over him. I was keen not to wake him. New challenge: can I make him cum in the dream world? So I stayed silent and did not stroke the rest of his body, as tempting as it was.
I wanted to catch his cum if I could, in my mouth. But then, I was also fascinated by how high he could shoot. Yet could he achieve greatness while unconscious? I could feel his body starting to twitch. My left hand did some work on my clitoris in the hope of coming with him. He was close, I added my fluids to his impending orgasm and pumped him down his length. I put pressure on his underside as I did this and suddenly he was imitating a fountain.
Bugger not to the ceiling, so I quickly opened my mouth to take his second and consequent spurts.
Jack groaned, I got coated in cum. Then I gently lay next to him as I facilitated my own climax.
I grinned. Success displayed on my cum soaked face. Jack started snoring, I presume as the dopamine effect flooded his body. I was pushing three fingers into my vagina, riding myself to a satisfying conclusion.
Finished I snuggled into my boy and smelt his overwhelming pheromones just released. Wow, I love his smell. Man smells; the hint of my olfactory memories still present within the aromas of his manhood. Yes, sperm too was a component of this experience.
I didn't quite fall back to sleep but played with his chest. I kept his nipples hard and eventually his penis started growing again. But this time he stirred and woke up.
“Wow, what a dream.”
“Tell me about it?”
“It's kinda hard.”
“Like your prick.”
“Don't confuse the symptom with the cause. Wait, crap, I'm covered in cum.”
I giggled.
“Minx, what did you do?”
“I might have helped you dream.”
“Did I really have a wet dream?”
I was now using my tongue to scoop up the cum I missed earlier. Though I had rubbed a lot of it in.
“I might have been trying to make you ejaculate without waking you. I won.”
My big cheeky grin returned.
“I was, no I think I was, shit. I was having a threesome with you and, fuck Joy.”
“Our Grandma?”
“Well yes, but like at a music festival. Like she was your age. Fuck you were like identical twins. We had a makeshift shelter, very open at the front. But people kept walking past looking in as you both had a competition to see who could jack me off first.”
“So you have a thing for Granny now, do you? Lucky for me she is dead.”
“So I stayed asleep?”
“Yes, but I only touched you cock. Okay, balls too. I swear you came about a meter high. I was hoping for the ceiling.”
“Yes, but when I did that I had some powerful visual input, plus a pent-up disposition. You had just drained me eight hours ago, plus three times yesterday. I can only produce so much.”
“Do you think you can use your hardship to give me some pleasure?”
Jack was still hard, but probably because I was still playing with him as we talked.
“I can try. But it might have to be doggy if you want me to cum again. That position really gets me going.”
Immediately I was on all fours pointing my bottom in the air expectantly. Jack did not disappoint. He drove himself into the hilt and like a madman took out his pleasure in my body. In no time I was cumming. Fuck I needed his aggression after his passive none participation. Minutes later, and at least three cummy moments from me, Jack poured what seed he had left into my depths.
We collapsed. I got caught in a thought.
“Jack if you were sleeping the whole time, might that qualify as my raping you, seeing that I hadn’t asked consent.”
“Fuck Sophie, sex has become so tricky these days. That I'm a guy, probably not considered as risky as if I did it to you. But for the moment, until I tell you otherwise, consider you have my consent whether I'm asleep or not.”
“So what if you are blind drunk and passed out?”
“I probably wouldn't even get a hard-on. But then I would never make love, or fuck you if you were passed out drunk. So fuck, where are the bloody lines.? No wonder some of my friends from school just didn't bother dating anyone.”
“We need to get moving. This has been a wonderful distraction but I'm still worried about Grandpa”.
“We haven't heard from Mum, so I guess it's not critical. But I would like to get to Bathurst as soon as we can. If we can do the photo tonight, it would be good. Daylight saving means we would even have time after tea,” Jack added
Over breakfast, we looked at maps.
“Let's try the direct route through Blayney, and hope the traffic is okay. If not, we head to the side roads. But I'm worried about hills and mountains as we enter the next stage.”
