Nancy Kittridges Fall From Grace Ch 02

(Note: All of the characters in this story are fictional, bearing no resemblance to anyone living or dead, and they are all at least 18 years of age. Also note: This story contains descriptions of incest.)

As Nancy predicted, her mother Abby gathered her younger children up and was soon off to the grocery store. She left Nancy with instructions to chop onions and mushrooms for a soup. She left Jules with instructions to sweep out the garage. She said she'd be back within the hour and expected both chores to be completed before her return.

Jules and Nancy watched her pull out of the driveway somewhat anxiously. They wouldn't have much time.

As soon as Abby Kittridge's car disappeared down the street, Jules grabbed Nancy's wrist and flew downstairs to her bedroom. Nancy tried and failed to convey feminine reluctance. In truth, she was seething to have another go.

Neither sibling said a word as they tore at each other's clothing. Jules yanked Nancy's panties off. He gasped. There it was, Nancy's golden pussy, in all its hairy glory. He hadn't seen it from the front earlier. Nancy pulled her t-shirt over her head to expose her breasts. She lay back on her bedspread, opened and raised her legs.

Men are always entranced by the vision of cunt. Jules' dick hardened into a ramrod of desire. Nancy's pussy bulged deliciously from between her thighs. Her slit glistened with dew. Her clit bobbled anxiously. Jules was transfixed. Kneeling between her open thighs, Jules paused to rein in his libido. He didn't want to cum too fast. The last time he'd seen this pussy it was bald, unsullied by the rigors of puberty.

Nancy, too, took a breathless assessment of the cock preening before her. It was shaped like an oversized clit--fat in the middle, skinnier at the tip. Further, it was deeply brown, darker than the rest of him. Further still, it stood with an unwavering purpose, despite having been drained in her bottom not an hour before. A tremor escaped her pussy.

The siblings regarded each other's nakedness as if seeing each other for the first time. It had taken Nancy months of moral quandary before deciding on this course of action. Jules, on the other hand, only needed to sniff an open pussy in order to shed his incestuous inhibitions.

Nancy's pussy would do.

Tentatively, Nancy reached for Jules' cock. She gripped it lovingly with both hands, pointing it towards her slit. As their genitalia touched, Nancy nudged his pud left and right to lubricate it with cunny juice. Soon she'd enveloped his cockhead in pink. Having gone without for so long, the electricity surge of first contact left her wild with desire.

Boldly, Nancy surged her pelvis upward, sluicing Jules' erect penis fully into her vagina. Jules was amazed at her fecundity. Nancy brooked his gaze wantonly. Jules' dick became coated in the glisten and sticky glory of a pussy roaring for want of closure. Their pubic mounds smashed together tightly. Jules pressed forward deeply, stretching her cunt into a gaping cylinder. Fully immersed now, Nancy squeezed his cock sensuously before releasing him for the backstroke. Jules withdrew. Nancy felt his pud, again, trembling at her entrance. She gripped his cockhead firmly with her prehensile pussy lips to keep him from slipping out. Jules felt her pussy muscles contract, vice-like, to suck him back in. His eyes rolled back in his head. This was too good to be true.

Jules was, by now, a seasoned cocksman. He'd fucked enough women to be past the exotic thrill of premature ejaculation. What many don't realize is that, in truth, premature ejaculation is often the most pleasurable and explosive version of the genre. There is a point at which cum launch cannot be controlled. This moment of wild abandon overcomes even the most experienced cocksmen from time to time. Jules had fucked Nancy silly from behind in the upstairs bathroom earlier that day. His dick control credentials had already been established. Now, mounted over her missionary, seeing the sway of her tits, the glint in her eyes and the insensate grip of her heated punani, Jules felt that inevitable surge indicative of a massive jizz launch. This was his sister. He was in no danger of a damaged reputation by cumming too soon.

Nancy felt it, too. She'd long feared this moment. Unlike virtually all of her contemporaries, Nancy was not on birth control. Nor was she particularly familiar with the rhythm method. It's just not what unmarried Jehovah's Witness girls did. Allowing a man to cum in her pussy came with the significant risk of pregnancy. And this man was her brother!!

Nancy's heart dropped as she felt Jules' penis expand into the throb of impending missile launch. She wanted him to pull out. Maybe he'd stay hard if she sucked his nuts the way she'd seen Delphia do.

And yet Nancy's pussy had its own opinion on the matter. Nancy's pussy yearned to extract Jules' semen. It was a biological imperative. Having his dick inside her clouded Nancy's judgment. She'd already assessed this risk and decided to cross the pregnancy bridge if and when it came. It might not come at all.

"Go ahead," she whispered.

As if her permission had been asked. Jules was blinded by the madness borne of completion. Semen crowded up from his testes, accumulated behind his cockhead into an amorphous mass, and exploded into Nancy's pussy with a titanic rush of sizzling fire. Nancy shrieked. This was better than she'd dared hope.

She clamped her pussy tightly about Jules' dick, savoring each pulsing jet of cum peppering her cervix. Her entire body locked into an orgasmic rigor. Jules gripped her manically, unseeing, as he relieved himself inside her. His ongoing ardor caused Nancy to cum seconds later. She clamped his cock viciously with her cunt, causing him no small amount of pain. He was almost fully drained. Nancy's latent orgasm sought to extract another fountain of joy juice from her brother at the very moment he was least capable. Like Jules, she'd been unable to restrain herself.

The siblings lay inside each other for some minutes afterward. They had time for another go, but not the energy necessary. Usually Jules was multi-orgasmic. He was young. It didn't take long for his cock to recover. Not this day. Though Nancy's pussy continued to palpitate, Jules' dick retreated. When he finally rolled from atop her, his cock was a limp shell of its former self. It was brownish red and scorched. In other words, a novice had fucked Jules silly.

Jules mumbled something about having to sweep out the garage. Nancy was bewildered. There was no telling when they could couple again. They didn't have the house to themselves often. Couldn't he get it up just one more time? Nancy was learning a time-honored principle of sex: A quick denouement is the best indication of a scintillating pussy, or, sometimes one nut is the best you'll get.

The siblings finally dragged themselves from the bed. Nancy was horrified to find a monstrously wide wet spot festering under her behind. Jules' jizz was speckled with tapioca pearl lumps. Nancy's pussy was sloshy wet with jism. Semen flooded down her thighs. But it seemed that most of Jules' issue lay on the bedspread before her. Nancy hadn't expected this. Bucky Strong never left this much seed in her cunt.

Hurriedly, Nancy snatched the bedspread up and rushed it to the washroom. She hoped to have it washed and dried before their mother returned. Otherwise, Abby Kittridge would certainly be wondering how and why Nancy chose to wash bedding in the middle of the day, especially insofar and she'd been alone with her brother in the house.

"Go! Sweep the garage!! We need to do this one more time before mom gets back. You came too fast!!"

Jules trudged off, wondering where they were going to fuck without soiling the underlying bedding. He wished he'd thought to lay down a towel under Nancy's ass before getting started. Usually the girls made this concession. Nancy didn't have enough experience to head off the inevitable wet spot. He'd have to show her some tricks of the trade.

Nancy started the washer and then retired to the kitchen to chop vegetables.