Note to readers: This story includes incest so if this offends the please read no further. It has been written in the first person and unusually for me in present tense as it is supposed to be a narration as events unfold and as such it is written as a simplified description of actions and thoughts. Originally the protagonists were not family and therefore it was not about incest but the subject matter seems to fit the premise. I have included both parts here as one submission for clarity. The story is written in English as spoken in the UK, I impart this information as I have often seen complaints about spelling when reading comments on this site and often this has been the reason behind it.
I read and write a lot and I usually have many stories on the go at once, some of which I hope in time will end upon this site, especially ones in this category. In the meantime I adapted this story to submit as I felt it was about time seeing the pleasure I get from reading the submissions here. If you have come this far then please read on and hopefully enjoy. Finally all the usual disclaimers apply; I own the rights, the story contained within is a work of pure fiction and any similarities to real life or real people - either dead or alive - is entirely coincidental and highly improbable, all characters are of legal age, no animals were hurt in the making of this story -- oh you get the idea, I made it all up!
Part One
My plane landed six hours ago at Newark airport, you don't know I've finally taken the flight over to come to see you. I've hired a car and driven down to the Blue Bay Inn near Sandy Hook to shower and change. It's a hot and sticky June day in New Jersey and I've travelled for seven and a half hours before my flight landed; I need to clean up before I come to see you. I'm standing in the shower; the water is running down my body, bringing it back to life again after the gruelling flight as I'm thinking of you, what you will finally look like in the flesh after so many years apart. This makes me tingle and I feel that familiar sensation start in my groin that happens whenever I think of you, whenever I dream of you. I can't resist touching myself as my cock hardens under the constant pressure of the stream of water cascading down me.
As I rub the soap in, my eyes close and I start to stroke myself, gently at first in my most sensitive area as it grows in my hand until it is rock hard and standing proud. I think of your face smiling at me, I imagine you watching me with your bright blue eyes, staring at my hand as it moves over my cock faster and faster, pumping away in bliss. I feel your presence as if you were already there with me, kneeling in front of me, your mouth open and those eyes by now staring up at me, begging me to cum for you, to cum on your beautiful face. My hand pumps harder and I can hold back no more, in my mind I see your smile beaming at me as my hot spunk flies over your face and down onto your chest. I open my eyes and realise that it's not true, not yet, I'm still in the shower and I need to clean my cock again to wash the last traces away.
I dry myself and try to dress as quickly as I can, I don't want to wait any longer now than I have to. "Christ I thought only women have this problem" I chuckle to myself as I throw my clothes around deciding what to wear; suit and tie, all nice and sharp or casual, relaxed and laid back. I decide on the latter, I don't want to scare you off the first time you see me. I check my hair, grab a jacket, and saunter down to the car. I look at the map I've prepared to get me to your house, you already given me your address so I could send you something for your birthday that's just passed. I hope you liked the roses; they were as red as your cheeks when you get excited but they paled in comparison to your beauty.
For the first time I start to worry if I have understood everything that has happened between us; that I haven't misinterpreted your words and actions, that I've got it badly wrong. We have shared so much in the last few years since we started contacting each other on the interweb; before, all we'd had were letters and phone calls but for a long time we have been able to see and hear each other. Everything was normal at first as we just caught up and reminisced about our innocent life together before we were cruelly parted twelve years ago, half your age now, but then things started to become, well, shall we say interesting.
At first it started with a little harmless flirting; just a young woman exploring her own sexuality I used to think, but it rapidly grew until we realised that the feelings we held for each other were those of the most primal instincts known to mankind, love, desire, lust. It all exploded one day when you "accidentally" exposed your full, firm breasts to me on webcam and the reaction you saw on my face said it all. From then on we have explored and examined every aspect of each other that it is possible to do without the physical presence of the other and have longed for the day when we could once again be together and finally consummate the love we have expressed so freely over the web.
I have threatened and cajoled you for a while that the day was coming soon when we would meet again but when you told me that you would be alone when everyone else went on holiday I knew that it was time. I wanted this to be a surprise; I hope and pray that I have not misunderstood our actions and that it is me you truly want, just as you are my only desire. I know you have not had a boyfriend for some time now, not only have you told me but we have "met" on cam every day for so many hours that you wouldn't have had time for anyone else. As for me I haven't been bothered with anyone since we started talking intimately, knowing that you are the only one I want in my life now, however difficult that might be.
I draw in a deep breath and exhale, calming my nerves as I turn the key and the car burbles into life, a shiny blue Corvette; nice I think to myself, always fancied one of these babies. I roar off down the road, I have to get to you as quickly as I can, the evening is drawing on now and I want to take you out to dinner so we can talk more intimately. It is not far but this last little bit of the journey seems to be the longest, it takes only minutes but each one seems like an hour as I hustle along, dodging through the evening traffic towards your home. Finally there is the neighbourhood sign and I slow to check where I am and where you are. Not far now just a few minutes and I'm outside your door. I'm shaking with the anticipation, what will I say, I've rehearsed it hundreds of times in my head but now my mind is blank, I cannot think, I cannot speak.
The road is quiet; I look around and admire all the white painted clapboarded houses, "hmmm, the garden state," I think to myself, "it's certainly green and pleasant around here." No one seems to be about as I walk up to your door and knock on it, far louder than I thought I had so I take a step back just in case I've upset anyone. There's no reply at first, maybe you're not in but just as I'm about to knock again I hear footsteps approaching the door. It opens and there you stand before me your face an absolute picture as you look at me enquiringly and then the penny drops.
