[Here's a new chapter in the story of Thorfinn and Aurora, a brother and sister who become lovers after a drunken night out together. More chapters are planned to follow soon.
This story is a brother/sister incest romance, and also involves some pissing, so avoid if those are not your thing.
Tags: Brother/Sister Incest, Piss, Big Cock
All characters involved in sexual situations are aged over 18.]
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Morning sex had never been Thorfinn's favourite kind. Of course he enjoyed it, but it didn't strike him as the best time to fuck. After all, he was hardly at his best at the crack of dawn; tired, groggy, unshowered, often hungover. He certainly wouldn't turn down a girl who wanted his dick in her, but if she was desperate for it first thing in the morning, he generally let her make the first move.
Not this morning, though. This time, he had the girl he loved laying next to him, her exquisite body made radiant by the warm summer sunlight streaming through the windows. He'd woken up with a monstrous hard-on, the kind that would not go away until satisfied, clamouring for him to wake her and fuck her senseless.
The fact that she was his younger sister simply made his desire more urgent.
Aurora was still asleep, her breathing soft and level, when Thorfinn drowsily sat up in bed. He looked at her in wonderment, taking in every detail of her beauty. They had fallen asleep spooning, her curled up in his arms, but during the hot night they had moved around unconsciously. Now she lay sprawled out next to him, the sheets barely covering anything. The sunlight softened the lines of her small, neat features, her cutely upturned nose and dainty chin. Her mouth was slightly open, pretty lips parted in what looked like the beginnings of a smile. Her dark-blonde hair was attractively messy from sex and sleep. She still wore her white-gold necklace, its opal pendant resting in the hollow of her long fine neck.
Her young breasts were naked to the air. Full, round, flawless, they were probably the best Thorfinn had ever seen. He was no stranger to Aurora's tits; she had always been very casual about going topless in front of him back when they lived together. But now he had kissed them, fondled them, kneaded their firm flesh while he fucked her. He'd known his little sister, in the Biblical sense, and he badly wanted to do it again.
Lower down, the rumpled duvet still hid Aurora's midriff, her hips and her beautiful vulva. Her long, superbly slender legs were kicked out into the warm air, lean with the subtle strength she had developed from years of semi-competitive tennis and squash. He studied the spiralling, whirling pattern of the tattoo on her right leg, its dark loops making an intriguing contrast with her gently tanned skin.
Unable to wait any longer, his morning wood making a huge tent in the thin summer duvet, Thorfinn leaned over to kiss his sister's soft lips. Her eyelids flickered open. For a second, there was confusion in her lovely blue-green eyes, a drowsy lack of focus. Then she smiled the most genuine, heartwarming smile, showing her pearly teeth. "Morning, big guy."
"Morning." Thorfinn began to slowly pull the duvet back, revealing Aurora's finely toned belly, her cute innie navel. She smiled sleepily, making no attempt to stop him, and he kissed her again. "How's your head?"
"No hangover. Just tired," she replied. "Glad I drank all that water. How are you?"
"Can't complain," he said. There was no headache, only a slight dulling of his senses and a full bladder. Not the worst outcome, considering how much beer he'd had last night. He slid the duvet clear of Aurora's hips, exposing her vulva to the sunshine.
"Take a good look," she said happily. "It's here all day."
It was just as gorgeous as he remembered from the night before. Aurora's smooth mound was almost entirely hairless, save for a little blonde strip just above her vagina. Her labia were long and full, silky-soft and deliciously pink. Thorfinn wanted to lick and kiss and suckle them, to taste her sweetness on his tongue, to feel her squirm and squeal with delight until she climaxed in a wet gush all over his face. His cock throbbed impatiently.
He sat up on his haunches to get a better look at his nude sister, the duvet falling away from his erection. Now it was Aurora's turn to stare. Thorfinn grinned when he saw the mingled lust and trepidation in her eyes. At full mast, his cock was very nearly ten inches in length, obscenely thick, its huge head pushing free of his foreskin. It wasn't going to be an easy fit, not that that had stopped them last night.
"For me?" Aurora said innocently.
"All for you," Thorfinn told her. He moved deftly on top of her, making her giggle in surprise. His hands found her skinny wrists, pinning her arms to the bed, and he moved in to kiss her. Their tongues entwined in a long, deep, involved kiss, while Aurora spread her long legs out to either side of her brother, ready to take him into herself.
There was the buzz of a phone from the bedside table. Thorfinn ignored it - nothing could be more important than his sister right now - but then it buzzed again, and Aurora's expression of delighted anticipation turned suddenly into something close to panic.
"What is it?" he said, confused concern cutting through his arousal.
"Mom's coming!" Aurora moaned. "Oh God, I forgot she's gonna be here for breakfast! That must be her texting. We have to get the house ready, get off me!"
"Fuck!" Thorfinn swore, loudly and with feeling. He'd forgotten too, in his urgency to have her. They'd talked about it the night before, agreeing to act natural around their mother. A practice run for the secrecy they would have to maintain for the rest of their lives.
He glanced out the window. The summer sun was already high overhead, shining down merrily over the poplars surrounding the cottage. And he knew their mother wasn't a late breakfaster. She would be arriving shortly.
"Finn! Come on, get off!" Aurora said frantically.
Thorfinn growled with annoyance, and reluctantly let her go, with a last regretful look down at her luscious body. Sex was off the menu, for now.
Aurora leapt out of bed and scurried naked into the ensuite bathroom, leaving her brother lying bemused and frustrated on the mattress. He listened to the familiar noisy trickle of her urinating, then the rush of the showerhead. It was a very quick, efficient shower; she was out of it in a couple of minutes. Clearly just a body wash, since her hair was mostly dry.
After towelling herself off in a frantic hurry, she dressed herself in front of him, slipping into a very short floral skirt and a tight cream blouse which showed off her superb breasts quite provocatively. She didn't bother with shoes or socks - or a bra. It was as though she was actively trying to torment him. At least he could see she was turned on, too; her nipples poked up hard under her blouse.
