Tender love songs played in the background. A sweet-sour fragrance encroached on my lungs, making my nostrils tingle in excitement. The faint light that flickered from the scented candles could barely be visible in an otherwise dark room. A $200 bottle of red wine rested on the bedside table along with a pair of half-full crystal glasses.
A soft pant traveled into my ear canal. A second, a more desperate one, quickly followed. My naked body tangled up with my sister's to-die-for frame as our legs incessantly rubbed one another in this sweaty heap. Her bushy genitalia were accommodating my own on this cold winter night. The room was heated though. Our bodies supplied the bulk of the heat, and an old, tired gas heater was in charge of the rest.
"I love you so much," she gasped in my ear, her breasts fighting to swell with air under the weight of my muscles.
"I love you," I gasped back, "my beautiful wife."
I interlaced our fingers together and stretched our arms beyond her head as I rippled inside her in loving waves. My wife's trickling folds molded to my manhood as snugly as they had always had, and the crimson walls of her pussy adhered to my cock like a second skin. Her excited clitoris dangled out of its hood and onto my scepter, continuously scraping me.
I kept her lean arms fixed above her head as our pubic bones clashed time and again. Her fully grown bush caressed my groin each time my sister was filled to the brim. Our legs playfully brushed up against each other and so did our feet. Her stretched-taut toes ran up and down my calves while I was stroking inside her. As I began devouring her delicious neck, she hooked her legs over the back of my knees and locked them onto the mattress, softly whimpering as she was repeatedly invaded by her brother's python.
Her old necklace, that I had given her on her birthday years ago, danced in the valley of her breasts as we were edging closer to the exchange of our fluids. They were accompanied tonight with a newly purchased pair of diamond earrings that symbolized my everlasting love for her. With a powerful wriggle of her curvaceous body, my sister rolled us over and rode my cock through the final stage of this glorious love-making. The bump on her belly was barely noticeable, even when her slim figure executed slow, erotic waves that accentuated her curves to the limit.
Tonight, our bodies and hearts were perfectly in sync. Just as her pussy transmitted the first contraction around my cock, I began throbbing in response. My sister felt my dick aching to fill her up, so she lay flat on me to augment both of our orgasms, palming my cheeks in her soft hands. Her pouty lips sucked on mine a second later, and her needy eyes found my own in this dimly lit one-bedroom apartment.
Her spasms grew more frequent and aggressive and so did her lustful whimpers. Her pussy was soon gushing, bathing my cock in her warm, thick cum, just as I bellowed my love for her as deep as I could. Her beat-up cervix welcomed my brutish thrust in understanding as I coated it with countless ropes of sizzling jizz.
Throughout this textbook example of love-making, Brooke was unwilling to release my cheeks from her loving hold, and my hands kept the pressure on her taut ass cheeks, forcing her pussy to take me as deep as it had ever swallowed me. While our cum mingled in Brooke, we kissed deeply, breathily, tongues sensually folding into one another.
My baby sister squirmed as her young pussy clamped down on my cock to milk me for every drop. I pulled her head to mine to suck some more on her heavenly lips while I dumped my load. Audible pants kept flowing from one cavity to the other until my sister's last contraction died down. Short of breath, she collapsed on my chest, and I embraced her for more than ten minutes, caressing her back silently.
"Happy three-year anniversary, my amazing husband," she whispered in my ear as she granted me an electrifying kiss.
While still impaled on my cock, she sat up straight and handed us our wine glasses.
It had been four years since that day we revealed to our parents the true nature of our relationship. We had settled down in South Portland, Maine the next day, just as my sister had planned. We hadn't had contact with either of our parents ever since. Apparently, their unconditional love for us had a single condition after all.
The transition from siblings to lovers was made with ease since we hadn't known anyone here. It was frightening at first to hold her hand in public, to kiss her, to be around friends while she was sitting in my lap and raping my mouth, yet the more we forced upon ourselves these situations the more we learned to let go and to be natural. We had long ceased fretting and would rarely even think about it.
We'd gotten hitched approximately a year from our arrival. I had had to legally change my name, so we could pull it off, and my sister was the one who'd chosen our last name. I kept my first name though. As long as we kept a low profile and eluded social networks, our secret was in no danger of being exposed. Brooke had graduated out of a local college only a few months ago. She majored in business administration and was hired not long after. She had been working long hours but would still make time for me and for her occasional poker tournament that I would accompany her to.
We'd found a tiny place that more than met our needs. Since Brooke had been working and studying around the clock, she was barely around anyway, and I was used to spending my time in the confinements of a medium sized room. I was the perfect housewife, and I kept our place cleaned, our clothes washed, and our food deliciously cooked as I would get fresh ingredients every day from our local market.
I kept hitting my stride at my trading, and after Brooke added 10K from her own savings to my account, I was able to provide for us, and my sister's salary served to put her through college. I had one good friend, which was a fellow trader I'd had the pleasure of meeting at the market years ago, and my sister had too many friends, mostly from college, as she was such a lovable, incredible person.
"Josh"—she kissed my neck—"baby"—she licked my ear—"thank you so much for this."
"For what, honey?" I replied as I sipped my wine.
"For all of this! The pricy wine, the
overly
expensive earrings, the candles, the music... I really wasn't expecting such a thoughtful, amazing anniversary."
"Why, baby? You've been working so hard that I barely get to see you." I planted a soft kiss on her sappy lips. "You deserve all of this and more. You deserve everything." I gave her right nipple a good suck.
She pushed my head away, giggling, "Down, boy."
"Don't tell me you're done."
"I'm just getting started," she purred, "but I want to talk first about something important."
"Why do you always do that?" I sighed. "Making us talk when my dick is inside you. I really want you again, baby..."
