*** Hello everyone. Xarth wrote a masterpiece that now sits in the top 15 of incest/taboo category named "Legend of Lexi". I loved it so much that,
with Xarth's permission
, I have written a multi-part series continuing from where the Xarth's story ends. This is the first of many parts. If you like it, and want to read the rest of the series, let me know. If you haven't read his story yet, go now before reading this one! You can find it at this
link
.
If you have not read Pt. 01 yet, check it out
here
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Lexi made my saturday mornings wonderful. Whether she was there when my eyes opened in the morning, or the few times we squeezed in later in the day, my time alive was made so worthwhile by her attention. But there was always something... missing? I was completely content with our relationship, for sure. But one thing that just felt unfortunate was that we had to keep a low profile around the house. At least we were both upstairs together, and left alone most of the time.
I would watch her discreetly while we all ate together at the table. We always sat across from each other, Mom and Dad to my left and right. I felt myself stir nearly every night for her as she sat there, never less that beautiful. Everything about the way she sat, how every bite she would stab the food with her fork, how she talked, how her face moved when she spoke, sent sensations through me. I loved nothing else more than her. But that feeling became more of pain as each day passed and I still couldn't have her anywhere except upstairs. The spontaneity of it suffered. I suppose I had to be content for now just sending Lexi to class with a load in her some days. She seemed to be happy enough too.
I also never missed a game. Lexi was the closest thing to an athlete our family had to offer. She'd played soccer her whole life, but she was only able to ever see much playing time now that she was a senior. Even so, I never missed a game in the 12 years she'd played. She was a runner. Short, but very slender. Could outrun maybe half the girls on her team. Definitely outran me. I could throw a ball a bit, but sprinting, I wasn't very good at. But that was ok. We had our video games together.
It had been a week since her spring break trip with her soccer friends finished, and her last game ever was tonight. But she wasn't there when I woke up. It bummed me out quite a bit. I absolutely loved her being there when I woke up. But today she woke and left early. All day at work I felt sleighted. Like I'd been swindled out of something.
When I got off work around 3, knowing her last game was in 3 hours, I decided to go home and change into comfortable clothes before heading over. It was April now, and the days were much warmer, so I wanted more comfortable clothes than these work clothes. I was surprised to see Lexi's car parked on the curb near the house. She was supposed to be there now, right? Like for warm ups or something?
I walked up the stairs of the empty house to see her lying on her well-made bed in her green uniform and her green socks, holding her phone over her head typing out a text. Her hair was in a neat ponytail and she had done her eye makeup well like she liked. Her smooth thighs and knees showing from between her shorts and socks, ankles crossed. She hadn't put on her shoes yet.
"Hey"
Her eyes pointed at me and back at her phone. "What's up."
"You're home now? I thought you were supposed to be at your game?"
She sighed. "Yeah.. I'm going. I'm just trying not to sad about it being my last game."
She put her phone down and looked at me as I approached her. I sat down next to her, sliding my fingers between hers in one hand, lifting it to kissing her knuckle. "You'll be great."
She half-smiled, sheepishly, pulling my hand towards her, beckoning for me to lay down with her. I layed next to her, holding her, face to face with her.
"Bummer that I missed you this morning." I said.
"Yeah, sorry. I didn't tell you. The team wanted to have a meeting this morning before school."
I stroked her back as we talked, pulling her leg over my hip when my hand eventually reached her knee. She looked really down about her last game, though. I hated seeing her like that. I kissed her forehead as I held her.
"How long do you have before you need to be there?" I asked her, observing 3:08 on the clock.
"I need to be at the clubhouse at 3:30. I need to leave at 3:20."
"Lets see if I can make you feel a bit better." I said while moving downward on her, positioning my face between her legs. "You didn't get to feel good this morning, after all."
"I doubt we have time." She said, matter of factly, fondling the top of my head, messing up my hair.
Nevertheless, she just layed there, softly expressing her appreciation when I flipped down her waistband and panties, just enough to reach her little bump with my thumb.
"Hmmm" she cooed, approving of my ministrations against her spot. She remained there and enjoyed me for a moment before saying, "Ok, dude. If you're going to do that, pull my panties down a bit or they're going to get wet too.
I answered by hooking both sides of her hips and quickly pulling her shorts and panties down, sitting up to pull them off her entirely. She made some reluctant noises, but otherwise moved as I needed her to, pulling her socked legs up and bending with her knees together. I threw her shorts and panties on the floor together.
"Oh my god" she rolled her eyes and acted slightly annoyed, before I moved back down toward her beautiful folds. I moved her thighs apart with my palms and returned my lips to hers. She held the pillow behind her head with both arms, hissing in pleasure as I lapped at her wonderfulness.
She relaxed her legs over my shoulders and her body was jello under my tongue. I brought her up to speed and kept her there, my tongue growing very tired as I worked. I kept her going until she was entirely agreeable with me. I slowly flipped her over, continuing to lick her. She wouldn't object. Whatever. She was only about feeling my tongue on her spot right then. Whatever else I wanted was irrelevant to her.
After bringing her up quite a bit to a point she was almost ready to cum, I hopped up off the bed and very strongly yanked her all the way back to me, causing her to yip loudly as she slid a few feet back until the fold on her hip was right over the edge of the bed. I stood between her legs as they loosely and almost unwittingly wrapped around my hips.
"What are you doing??" Lexi said after her startle disappeared, hearing my belt come loose. "I don't have time for you to fuck me right now."
"I didn't get to feel good today either." I held my tip right there touching her opening, and continued to rub her clit with my hand.
"Aiiiden, come ooon." She said, holding back an inevitable smile, flexing her body trying to resist pushing back on me. She held herself up with her right arm and turn to push me with her left. Or pretend to. She didn't seem to be putting up much of a fight.
"I'm not playing my last game with your cum leaking out of me, you perv." She was almost giggling now, pulling her pussy away from me with what little room she had. I followed the half-inch that she moved and remained touching her lips with my tip, causing her to slightly part and wrap over my head when she relaxed.
I held my hands resting palmed on her lightly bronzed buttocks, noting to myself how she had no tan lines. Her folds wrapped over my tip. "You're really going to pretend you don't want it? Say it out loud 'I don't want it, Aiden.'"
I waited. Her eyes stayed on mine and her mouth did open to speak, but words never came as we stayed there, barely connected. Her hips were slightly fidgeting now, like trying to avoid a tickle. Her opening took me a tiny bit more as she relaxed to regroup herself, but she just kept breaking down. Finally she turned forward as she gave up and slid down on me.
"Fine, fuuuuucking hell," Her eyes rolled back slightly as I sank down into her, and she lowered herself to lay on her chest. "But hurry up. I have to leave like really soon."
