Feature Writer: Jillicious /
Feature Title: A Kiss To Build A Dream On /
Story Codes: Erotic Incest Stories /
Link: http://www.asstr.org/~Jillicious/stories.html
Author’s Notes: I’m beginning to explore self publishing options to share my stories. I have decided to publish a few of the stories available on my blog for a few reasons.
A Kiss To Build A Dream On
Paul hadn’t seen his sister, Angela, in nearly five years. She flung her arms around him, “I am so happy to see you!” Tears poured from her eyes causing her makeup to run down her face. On the other hand her hair looked as if she had just spent hours primping it in front of a mirror. Angela certainly looked five years older but her beauty was still stunning.
Paul squeezed his sister in response to her emotional needs. “What is happening,” he asked? “Why are you crying so much?”
“Those stupid bitches are looking to put dad in the cheapest casket with the smallest damned headstone they can get.”
Paul knew exactly who Angela was talking about. A few years after their mother’s death their father had married again. With his second marriage came a couple of stepchildren, Chloe and Tracy. Two snotty little girls that their father raised despite the fact that they would do anything to take advantage of him. Now all these years later Paul and Angela were mourning the death of their father while those two little cunts were trying to squeeze as much money out of his meager estate as they could.
“What type of casket have you been able to get him,” Paul asked?
“The cheapest damned casket they make,” Angel responded. We may as well just wrap him up in a blanket before burying him. It isn’t even a real wood casket! Just a wood veneer.” Angela continued so sob as a result of her day.
“Don’t worry,” Paul said. “I’ll take care of it,” he continued to embrace his sister.
“How the hell do you plan on doing that? Are you going to pay for it all out of your own pocket?”
“No. Dad has more than enough money left in his bank account to cover all his expenses and I have the power to use it. Where did Chloe and Tracy get the money to pay for what they have so far?”
“They say that they have access to dad’s accounts.”
“They had better not,” exclaimed Paul! “Remember when dad came to visit me a few years ago?”
Angela moved away from her brother’s embrace and nodded her head in affirmation.
“Well, while he was with me we talked about the future. He was worried that his wife had gotten Alzheimer’s and couldn’t remember a damned thing. So while he was with me we both signed a Power of Attorney form in front of a notary public. I have been paying dad’s bills for the last two years.”
“Oh that is such a relief,” Angela said. “Can we go back down to the funeral home to get things all straightened out?”
“Are they still open,” Paul asked?
“Yes, they should be there until 6:00 this evening.”
“Then let’s go down there and get our father a respectable coffin and funeral. Tomorrow we can head over to the monument company to get a reasonable headstone.
On their way to the funeral home Angela and Paul had time to catch up with each other. They spoke about their families, especially their children. They spoke about the job that had convinced Paul to move away from his father and sister. He had become rather successful and his wife gave birth to their last child a few months after the move. Angela had also moved away but she could still make the drive in one day. From the sound of things both of their marriages were as strong as ever. The only real trauma in their lives had been the death of their father.
It seemed as a brother and sister reunion had just begun when they finally arrived at the funeral home. “Are you ready to do this,” asked Angela?
“Damn straight,” Paul said. “Let’s go make things right.”
Paul walked into the front doors of the funeral home with purpose. Upon entering he found the mortician and introduced himself. “Hi,” he said, “My name is Paul and I believe you have been preparing my father for burial?”
“I’m Mr. Wood,” he responded slightly confused. “And your father is…” he looked up and saw Angela walk in behind Paul. “Oh, I see. Angela, it is nice to see you again.”
“You too Mr. Wood,” she said. “We have come to get my father a nicer coffin and hopefully we can arrange a more respectable funeral.”
“Your step-sister’s were insistent that your father didn’t have the money to afford a nicer funeral,” Mr. Wood replied.
“Oh, my dad has more than enough money,” Paul retorted. “A few years ago he signed over Power of Attorney to me.” Paul handed over some paperwork he had carried in with him. “On top you will find IRS form 2848 that shows I have paid his taxes for the last two years and underneath that is a copy of the original Power of Attorney signed my my father and I as well as a public notary. Would you mind telling me how Chloe and Tracy paid for the meager funeral that they chose?”
Mr. Wood looked over the documentation. “Uh, yes,” he said. “They wrote a check from your father’s account.”
“I would urge you not to cash that check.” Paul said sternly. “It is a fraudulent check and I would appreciate it if you were to just hand it back to me. I’ll write you a new certified check for the full amount of the funeral.”
“Yes sir,” Mr. Wood said, “that should be fine.”
“Angela,” Paul said, “why don’t you get our dad a nice solid oak casket and get the details all finished with Mr. Wood. I need to make a few phone calls to the bank.”
Angela and Mr. Wood discussed the details of the funeral while occasionally bursting out loudly. They both heard him yell things like, “that is fraudulent,” and “I have the Power of Attorney!” After a few hours each of them had finished their business. Paul wrote a final certified check to Mr. Wood’s funeral home for the complete cost.
On their way out Angela started the conversation, “Sounds like you had one heck of a conversation.”
“Yes, I did,” Paul replied. “The bank has all the documentation of me being dad’s Power of Attorney but that didn’t seem to be enough for them. We got it all worked out though. I also called a lawyer and got things going for Chloe and Tracy to be charged with bank fraud.”
“Are you really that upset about what they did,” Angela asked?
“Furious,” Paul responded. “Payback is coming for being such bitches to dad.”
“You do realize that bank fraud is a felony?”
“They should have thought of that before they did it then.” Paul said. “Did you get hotel rooms for the night?”
“Kind of,” said Angela. “I couldn’t afford to pay for two rooms so we will have to share for tonight.”
“As long as you don’t try putting makeup on me like you did when we were kids,” Paul noted.
“Angela giggled, “Well, if you hadn’t been so cute when you were little!”
“I just want a quiet night,” Paul said. “My family is flying in tomorrow afternoon and I really don’t want to be on edge when they get here. I also assume you want to be rested for tomorrow?”
“Yeah,” she said, “a quiet night does sound good.”
As soon as Paul and Angela checked into their hotel room for the night he went straight for the shower. Between the flight and the fight for his father’s funeral as well as pressing charges against his step sisters, Paul needed a shower. He let the water cascade down his back, all of his cares washing away.
Angela began getting ready for bed. She took off her shirt and her pants. She took off her bra and then pulled her bag up on the bed to retrieve her nightgown. Before she was able to open her bag the phone rang. She felt her heart leap thinking it might be her husband calling for her. She answered quickly, forgetting that she was only wearing panties. She sat on the edge of the bed and heard a horrifying noise on the other end. The cackling of her two bitchy stepsisters greeted her.
In the meantime Paul had exited the shower. He dried off and was ready to get dressed himself when he heard the sound of crying mixed with yelling coming from the hotel room. It sounded as if Angela was as emotional as when he first arrived in town. He loosely wrapped his towel around his bare ass and poked his head out of the bathroom. He saw Angela’s back, sitting on the bed crying on the phone.
Paul walked over to his sister and gently placed his hand on her back. He rubbed it slightly before she looked up at him. “Will you talk to these pompous bitches,” Angela exclaimed!
Paul took the phone, “What is the problem,” he asked? He sat down on the bed next to Angela. She moved behind him and cuddled up to his back, needing his comforting. She lay her head on his back while he continued his conversation with Chloe.
Angela heard some chattering on the other end of the phone and heard Paul answer, “My dad is going to get the funeral he deserves. He doesn’t owe you shit. As far as I am concerned he doesn’t owe your mom anything either.”
Angela continued to listen to the barrage of verbal abuse her stepsisters were dishing out to her brother. He finally had enough, “You stupid cunts had better cancel any checks you have written. Anything that goes through will be used as evidence against you for bank fraud. I can afford a lawyer who will make sure you each get the full sentence!” He slammed the phone down and took a deep breath.
He could feel his sister’s tears moistening his back. “Are you going to be okay,” he asked?
She sniffled, “I’ll be fine. I just didn’t want to deal with them tonight.”
Paul put his hand over his sister’s, “Things will be fine. After the funeral you won’t have to ever look at them again if you don’t want to.” He moved her arm and stood up, with his back towards her. His towel had become extremely loose and began to slip. He grabbed onto the front of his towel with one hand and turned around. “Well, maybe we should get dressed, huh?”
Angela stood up and hugged her brother once again. “I don’t care right now. I really just need someone to hold me and right now you are the only one here. Would you just hug me back right now?”
Paul was faced with a decision. He could hold onto his towel and give his sister a weak hug with his other arm or he could let go of it and embrace her like she was saying she needed. Paul opted for the half-hug and put his free arm around Angela.
“Would you just give me a real hug,” she asked?
Paul sighed knowing the outcome of removing his hand from his towel. He was beginning to have a hard enough time as it was with his own sister’s fleshy breasts pressing deeply into him. He could feel his cock beginning to stir to troubling thoughts of his naked sister. Paul finally threw caution into the wind and let go of the only cloth between his complete naked body and his sister’s half nude form. He now had both arms around Angela and gave her the comforting squeeze she had been looking for.
“Thank you,” she said while continuing to hold onto him. After a moment she noticed the situation. Actually, she noticed her own brother’s semi-hard cock pressing up against her. She knew they had to get their clothes on but she had never felt so emotionally close to her brother before. Of course they had a good sibling relationship, but never had they shared so much love.
Angela looked up at her brother so that she could agree to his earlier request. Instead of speaking they instead caught each others gaze. All it took was one moment of eye contact to cause their moment of love to turn into a moment of lust. Suddenly Angela wanted to stay naked instead of agreeing with her brother’s request to dress.
Paul moved his face in closer to Angela’s. Their noses touched intimately. The thought of being with his sister had caused his dick to become fully erect. Being fully erect while merely being naked together was something he hadn’t experienced with his wife in years. But here was his sister, the girl he grew up with, the girl who protected him as much as she had tormented him. With Angela in his arms his cock had become rock solid without any manipulation.
Angela decided to end their nose to nose stalemate. She pressed her lips against his. Either he would retract from her or he would take her. No matter his decision she would accept it. She knew they needed to stop but deep inside, though hard to accept, she wanted to lay with her brother.
Paul returned the affection and kissed his sister back. Now he had come to terms with sleeping with his sister. “It would be incest,” he thought. A thought that caused his cock to start throbbing. Never before had he been so disgusted with himself yet so willing to ignore his morals. He hadn’t been with another woman since he had met his wife over twenty years ago. He was about to break his marriage vows for the most deplorable coupling.
Paul gently moved Angela back down on the bed. She slid herself up so her head rested on the pillows. He lay his body on top of his sister’s and they both resumed kissing. Paul’s cock pressed deeply into his sister’s panties, trying to pass to her cunt. In response she began humping him back.
“Take my panties off little brother,” Angela blurted out.
Oh that sound. The feeling of his sister’s words had brought a deep primitive urge to fuck her. Paul began kissing downwards, taking a taste of her motherly mounds. Angela gasped as her brother sucked her mammaries. What could be best described as electric shocks shot from her nipples down to her clitoris. She was so wet, so ready to fuck her own sibling.
Paul kissed further down to her belly. He grasped the elastic around her panties and began to pull. Angela lifted her hips in eager anticipation while her brother removed the last barrier to their forbidden coupling.
Paul buried his face into his sister’s cunt, tasting the sweet slit that gave birth to his nieces and nephews. He spread his tongue wide, tasting as much area of her cunt in one lick as he could.
Angela cried out, “Oh fuck! Oh fuck yes!”
His sister’s encouragement only strengthened Paul’s resolve. He continued eating his sister’s pussy as lusciously as he could. Taking long strokes with his tongue and then teasing her clitoris with a sucking motion. With each lick his sister would moan in delight. With each suck she would beg to be fucked. Angela couldn’t take much more of Paul’s pussy bombardment. She squeezed her legs together against his head, holding his mouth in place over her cunt as she ferociously humped his face. An orgasm had taken over and all her brother could do is wait out the storm.
“Oh shit,” exclaimed Angela. “That has got to be one of the best orgasms of my life.”
“You’re welcome,” Paul replied. “Now about you begging to be fucked…”
“After cumming like that I can wait a little bit before I am filled with your dick.”
“What would you like to do then?”
Angela pushed Paul slightly, guiding him to lay down on the bed. She gave him an evil smile. He had seen that smile before when she once blackmailed him so she wouldn’t get in trouble. He knew she was about to enjoy her actions. She grabbed his dick in her hand and heartily sucked his cock head into her mouth. A little tease, she stopped sucking him and started licking his shaft. She worked her way to his balls. She sucked one of his nuts into her mouth and gently pulled her head back, letting it elastically flop back out onto his taint. She worked his balls, more for her own desire than for his pleasure, until he began jacking himself off.
She knew she had teased him enough. She coerced his cock out of his hands and shoved it back into her mouth. She began bobbing her head up and down on his hard shaft. She knew he wouldn’t last long. He was moaning loudly while yelling out his sister’s name and saying how he loved incest with her. She held his balls while sucking his dick, giving them a gentle squeeze. Angela felt his balls tense up and his cock stiffen ever so slightly. “Here he cums,” she thought.
One large spurt of his milky white cum slammed into the back of her throat. Angela relaxed and let it slide down. It was followed by another, and another, and finally another. The firmness of his body below her let her know the orgasm was worth it. She swallowed every drop of his cum. She then ran her finger up the underside of his cock, coaxing out more cum for her swallow.
Angela cuddled up to Paul, sliding up under his armpit. He put his arm around her, “I haven’t gotten a blow job that good in years.”
“Oh? Your wife doesn’t do that for you anymore,” Angela asked?
“Well, she sucks my cock sometimes she just doesn’t do it as enthusiastically as you did.”
“I did have to repay you for the best cunnilingus I have received,” Angela paused, “ever.”
“Does your husband not eat you out?”
“On rare occasions. Even when he does he doesn’t always make me cum while doing it. When he does make me cum it isn’t as spectacular as that was.”
“You know it will take me a while to get my dick back up. I’m not twenty years old anymore.”
“I wish we would have done this when we were younger. We could have had so much fun together.”
“You are right we could have. But we’ll only have tonight together so we should make the most of it.”
“What do you want me to do for you? I can suck your dick again, you can fuck your sister’s pussy, I would even let you fuck my ass.”
“For being my older sister and always trying to protect me you sure are wanting to expose me to all sorts of depraved sex acts. I only wanted to have sex with you.”
“Yet you were the one who started eating my pussy as if it were the last one you would ever see.” Angela got to her knees, letting her tits sway back and forth in her brother’s face. Then she straddled him, rubbing her wet pussy up and down his chest.
“I don’t know if we should do this,” Paul said. “I don’t have any protection.”
Angela could only laugh at him, “Protection from what? STD’s? I’ve been faithful to my husband until tonight with you. The way you talk I would think you have been faithful to your wife as well.”
“Yeah, I have been,” replied Paul. “But if you were to get pregnant we would have a hell of a lot of explaining to do.”
“Actually we wouldn’t. I would just go sleep with my husband and call it his. But I won’t get pregnant. I can’t get pregnant anymore. Menopause has made sure of that.” Angela moved her hand behind her. She grabbed Paul’s cock and gave it a squeeze, “Looks like you are starting to get hard again. Any chance I could help that along? I would love to get your cock inside me before you change your mind.”
“If I were to change my mind I would have to go get my own hotel room. I can’t stay in this room with you and expect to not have sex with you. We have already done too much. Now that I know you can’t get pregnant I have no reason to not fuck my own sister.”
Angela felt Paul’s cock rise as he talked about fucking her, his own sister. The thought of incest sex, once deplorable, had become desirable to her in such a short time. She wanted him. She wanted him badly. She slid her body down, her pussy leaving a wet trail showing where it had previously been. She moved her body backwards until she could feel his hard dick pressing up against her backside. “Oh, not that hole,” she said. “At least not this time around. Maybe if you are a good boy I’ll let you have that one later.”
Paul laughed slightly. Angela lifted her body and let his dick flop down. He took a firm grasp of his manhood hand lifted it upwards, guiding it towards his sister’s cunt. She sat down on his lap, impaling herself on his cock.
Together, they were now joined. Sibling rivals, protectors, instigators, and now lovers. Angela began moving her hips back and forth. Her clitoris was receiving maximum stimulation as she bucked against him. They connected together emotionally as they were physically. They were not only having sex they were also connecting. It was not regular sex, it was not only love, it was incestuous sibling making a family connection.
“Oh shit,” Paul said, “your pussy feels so good.”
“Fuck, your cock is just what I needed,” she responded. They began moaning together in a sweet symphony of sound. A brother and a sister had achieved a higher connection with each other.
Paul held his sister’s tits while she rode his cock. He leaned up and sucked each protruding nipple to help improve the sensation between the two. With the emotional connection and Paul’s stimulation of her nipples, Angela couldn’t last long. Her body began to shiver and shake with an orgasm. Paul grabbed her hips and began quickly ramming his cock in and out of her cunt. She was exhausted and collapsed on top of him.
“Oh wow,” Angela said. “That was incredible”
Paul kissed her, the taste of his cum still lingered in her mouth. He continued kissing, not caring about tasting himself. Angela kissed back, tasting herself as well. He rolled her over so she lay on her back. Two orgasms done he knew she would be starting to feel the effects.
Paul pierced his sister’s cunt with his dick once again. He began humping her pussy while she moaned in delightful response.
“Oh yes,” Angela cried. “fuck me, little brother.” She encouraged her brother with every thrust. “Fuck me. Oh yes, fuck it hard. Faster! More! Take me!” Paul could only moan with each thrust in response.
Paul could feel his sister’s body begin to firm up once again. He knew another orgasm was imminent so he began to thrust faster than he had before. Her body tensed up completely. Each tiny muscle twitched as she screamed in complete satisfaction.
“Oh my shit,” Angela said. “My husband used to give me more than one orgasm during sex but that hasn’t happened in years. Thank you.”
“Feels like my dick is still hard, still ready for more. I haven’t cum yet,” Paul responded.
“I don’t know if I can,” Angela said, “You have taken so much out of me. And my clit is starting to get sore.”
“Oh, you will,” said Paul. “You will because you started this. You said you can’t get pregnant so I am going to finish inside of you.” He pulled his cock from his sister’s soaking wet cunt. He looked down at his handiwork and noticed that his sister’s cunt was still gaping open for him even though he had pulled out.
Paul firmly grasped Angela’s hips and guided her to turn over. He lifted her backside up while she lay flat on her chest. Her pussy and her asshole were both clearly open for fucking in this position. “Have I been good enough to take your asshole or do you still need it in her pussy?”
“If you happen to have any lube with you then you can fuck my asshole. But please don’t take it without any lube.”
Paul easily slid his cock back into Angela’s cunt. “Sorry babe,” he said. “The only lube we have is what your pussy is producing.” He began slamming up against her ass as hard as he could. The slapping sound became increasingly raucous as he was working himself to orgasm. Angela was exhausted but could only take the fucking her brother was dishing out to her. Fucking doggy style she could feel his cock digging deeper than it had before. Another orgasm was building inside of her again.
Paul began slapping her ass as he thrust into Angela. He was at the brink of orgasm and through their emotional connection he knew she was as well. His body tensed up and his cock began to pulse his cum into his sister’s birth canal. She pushed back against him as her orgasm shot through her. Together, they came.
Angela fell onto the bed and Paul lay beside her. “Well, that was fun,” he said jokingly.
“That was fucking incredible,” she responded. She moved her body up against his, cuddling as before.
“Do you think you will want to do this again,” Paul asked?
“I’ll always want to do this with you again,” Angela responded.
Paul began to consider what she had said. The significance of their situation began to sink in. “Do you realize what we have done? I just cheated on my wife.”
Angela could hear the concern in his voice. She knew as well as he did, that they had committed a grievous sin against their spouses. “I know,” she said. “Please don’t remind me. I just want to be here with you for the rest of the night.”
“We can do that,” Paul said. “But I don’ t know if we can ever do this again. I love being with you but I’m not sure I can live with myself if we do.”
“Do you feel guilty,” Angela asked?
“Yes,” he responded.
“Guilt for cheating on your wife or guilt for fucking your sister?”
Paul remained silent for a moment. He needed some time to sort through his thoughts and feelings. What the hell kind of a man was he? He just fucked his own sister without his wife knowing. “Both,” he said. “I’m glad we did this but we shouldn’t have.”
“There are a lot of things in life that shouldn’t be,” Angela said. “This was one of them. What is done is done. Don’t worry about what we did tonight. I would like to do it again when your cock gets back up if you are okay with that?”
“Of course I’ll do it with you again. I can’t say no to such a beautiful woman. Besides, didn’t you feel that… that connection?”
“I was wondering if it was just me. Can I love more than one man?”
“We can always have love for each other. I just don’t know that we can continue to be intimate.”
“Then it is settled. We can’t ever do this again. But on this night you are mine,” Angela declared.
“I’ve got to be at the airport at 8:00 AM to pick up my wife and kids. Would you like to come with me?”
“I would love to. I haven’t seen your family in so long. Afterward I’ll have to come back to the hotel. I’m supposed to meet my family here.”
“What a family reunion that will be,” Paul said. “Promise you won’t be jealous when I ignore you and give my full attention to my wife?”
“No jealousy,” she said. “I’ll have to do the same.”
The night continued on with Paul and Angela laying nude with each other. Paul’s cock was able to muster up one more time that evening. They fucked again that night and fell asleep in each others arms.
When the morning arrived Angela got up from the bed and looked down at her brother. Paul stared back at his sister. Her tits bouncing with every move. “You are so beautiful,” he said.
“Even though I have pushed out four kids,” she asked?
“Yes, despite your sacrifice your body is still rockin’.”
Angela leaned in and kissed her brother. “Well, sorry to tell you. It is time to get back to being brother and sister.” She walked away from him purposefully swaying her hips sensually.
They both picked up their families as planned. They both attended their father’s funeral with their families. Their nasty stepsisters were there as well but kept their silence throughout. They knew Paul had backed them into a legal corner. Were it not for them Angela and Paul would never have spent the night together. Without them, two siblings would have never shared their love.
Despite their agreement to never make love again, Angela couldn’t help but get dressed up every time she would see her brother. Paul certainly noticed her actions but never acted on them. He enjoyed knowing that his sister was dressing sexy for him.
THE END