They awoke again several hours later. The sun was already up and Lisa had never felt more alive in all her life. She couldn't see the sun in all its glory but she could feel its effects on her face.
With the shades open, it poured over her face like melted butter. The warmth filtered down into her naked body. She didn't care if there were neighbors watching her silent worship of the sun or not. That was up to them. She was just glad to be alive.
Alive and having Steve.
It amazed her how much she loved her brother. And in how many different ways. The brotherly love was there, sure. It always had been. He'd given her hell when they'd been younger, but that was normal. After their parents died, he'd gone out of his way to look after her. She had rebelled a little and gone on an independence kick.
He'd even gone along with that as being a good thing.
But there had always been something else lurking buried in her mind. It came from the deepest recesses of her being. Lisa hadn't been able to confront those feelings until the rape made her examine everything about her and her attitudes toward sex.
She loved her brother and the way she loved him was anything but brother-sister stuff.
It was outright physical attraction. She loved running her hands over his body, his face, sensing the smooth flow of his muscles, touching his face, feeling him smile.
Those weren't the only places she had wanted to touch him. Now that she'd had the chance, her drive towards incest was even stronger.
She loved him as any sister could love a brother. Lisa also loved him as passionately as any lover could love her man.
Incest, sure. But so what? There were worse things going on in the world every day. People being robbed, politicians stealing the taxpayers blind, people doing damage to others.
What she and Steve had hurt no one. They were the only ones who were involved. It might have been a sin, a crime they could be sent to jail for, but she didn't care. Let the police catch them!
Lisa wanted Steve so badly she'd do anything, risk anything, for his wonderful prick. It meant that much to her.
He was a strong man. She could depend on him. Her independence was real – up to a point. Without Steve to give her the support she occasionally needed, she didn't know what she would do.
Carl had dumped her because she wouldn't marry him. The more Lisa thought about it, the more she realized this was a small loss. She had loved Carl in her way, but it wasn't the burning, fiery passionate love she felt for her brother. Carl could never possibly compare with Steve.
She heard a loud yawn and turned toward the bed. The warm sun on her back relaxed her, made her comfortable and ready for more sex.
"Morning, sleepyhead. I thought you were going to be conked out for the rest of the day."
"Urn?" Steve mumbled. He rubbed his eyes a couple times, found he could focus them and then saw his sister standing by the window. He thought for a moment he'd died and gone to heaven.
No earthly vision could be so beautiful.
She stood there so innocently. She'd never seen herself, never seen what other women looked like. She had no basis for comparison.
That was just one thing that attracted Steve so strongly to Lisa.
The other was her physical beauty. The light illuminated her perfectly. He could see the silk-like hairs on her body lighted up by the sun. She was smiling and it was all for him. But he couldn't keep looking at just her face. There was so much more for him to take in.
The way she stood with her hands on hips told him she was ready for anything. And anything meant sex.
He licked his lips as he saw the sun shining between her legs. The forest of her pubic hair hung down a little along her snatch. He could see tiny drops of cunt juice leaking out of her pussy lips. She was getting hot and ready to fuck just standing there!
His sister was gorgeous. He'd always known it. But not in the way he did now. Lusting after her and actually fucking his own sister were two different things. As he'd found out.
Fucking her was a lot more satisfying.
"So are you going to give everyone in the neighborhood a free peep show or are you coming back over here?"
"Why should I come back to bed? What's in it for me?"
"I can tell you what'll be in you if you come back," he said. His cock was already swelling.
"Should I really let you do all those depraved things to me?" she asked, a joking note in her voice. "I mean, after all, you're using me. How is it any different what you did to me and my poor ass than what that rapist did the other night?"
"You wanted it with me. You were begging me for my cock."
"How do you know I wasn't begging him for his prick, too?"
"I don't. But on the other hand, I'm here now and he's not. So if you want any more prick jammed up that tiny little twat of yours, get your ass in gear and get over here!"
She got.
About three-quarters of the way to the bed, she jumped. With an uncanny sense of where things were, she didn't need sight to land heavily beside Steve in the bed. If she'd jumped a little harder, she would have landed on top of him. A little less would have dumped her on the floor.
This was just right. Her hand snaked out and she unerringly found his prick. She began stroking the hard length of meat.
"Urnmm, that's nice. But not what I had in mind."
"It's what I went," she told him.
"Fuck you!"
"Please!"
"Hell, you sex-starved sluts are all the same. Cock, cock, cock. That's all you ever think about. I suppose you want me to fuck you now. Is that it?"
His hands weren't merely resting on the cool sheets. They were morning over her body. He found one tit that seemed starved for affection. He was giving it his best shot. And it was responding beautifully. He could feel his sister's heartbeat throbbing through her chest. And the tit flesh was growing warmer as he fondled the smooth cones.
"Yes, that's it!" She tried pulling his cock to her snatch. He was being reluctant for some reason. She could tell he wanted her. His cock had never been harder. If it hadn't throbbed and burned with sexual heat, she'd have thought she'd grabbed a fireplace poker it was so stiff.
"Got other ideas," he said.
"Like what? Another chase around the house?"
"Nope, I'm too tired out. I just want to sit here. And I want you to sit here, too. On my lap."
She stroked over his erection again. Sitting on his lap would be fun. If she could fuck herself on his cock at the same time.
He might have been reading her mind.
"It's not difficult. All you have to do is sort of sit there, maybe moving when you want to. If you want to," he needlessly added.
She wanted to! She wanted nothing more in the world at that second then his prick shoved all the way up into her hollow pussy.
"So help me up," he demanded. Then, "Ouch! Hey, don't pull so hard on that! You'll yank my cock out by the roots!"
"I always wanted one of my on," she said.
"So get a dildo. But don't tear mine off. I want it, too!"
Then there was no more time for words. There was no need. His mouth was fully engaged with the demanding mouth of his sister.
She had a form of radar she'd developed over the years. She might not be able to see but she always knew where all the important things were. Like his cock and, in this case, his mouth. Her lips crushed his. Her tongue stabbed out and drove into his mouth.
There, salivas mixing sweetly, they let their kiss deepen. Tongues danced to and fro until they were both gasping for air.
When she broke off the kiss, she gasped, "You taste better every time!"
"Yeah, I know. I practice," he joked. "Now get those lovely legs of yours across my lap. I can kiss you later. Right now, I've got a friend who's hurting in the worst possible way. Needs first aid."
"And I have just the hospital to treat your friend!" she cried in joy.
She allowed her brother to guide her legs across his lap. Her ass poised for a second, then his hands around her waist motioned her down.
As she slowly sank, she felt the tip of his cock pressing into her pussy lips. She sighed. She allowed her body to sink lower. The glans of his cock penetrated her, stirring her inner passions. Almost weakly, she collapsed.
His cock surged all the way up her cunt.
It was as if she'd been struck by lightning. A hot spike of pure pleasure rammed into her body. She savored every second of it. Every inch held a special pleasure as she sat there on her brother's lap.
Pressing firmly into her sex lips was his ball sac. She could feel the wiry hair on the scrotum rubbing across her delicate labia. And then, just inside her pussy lips, were the pink, tenderly scalloped inner sex lips. His prick pulsed hard against them.
She should even feel the big blue vein on the top of his cock. She tried squeezing down on his prick using only her pussy lips and was rewarded by a tiny grunt from his lips.
The effect on her own body was even more startling. She felt as if she'd take off and go into orbit. It was only by considerable effort she held herself down on his lap. That cock was too precious to lose right now.
Just a bit higher up past the inner sex lips was where the juicy, well-rated walls of her cunt tried to grip and clutch hard at the thick prick in her cunt.
The motion of his cock as it passionately jerked around inside her gave a clue as to how aroused he was. This sitting and waiting managed to build both of them up for a really fine fuck-fest.
It might have been the most thrilling portion of his cock inside her. The blunt head of his glans spread out and filled her, stretched her apart, made her realize how huge he actually was. Sure, he was long and penetrated far up her cunt, but most guys weren't this thick. Not only was her brother long, he was huge around. That threatened to split her like an over-ripe melon. And how she wished he'd try!
It would be a sexual paradise!
"Go on, do something," she said.
"I'm not going to do a Goddamn thing. I'm just sitting here waiting for you to move. Go on, Sis!"
She couldn't withstand the sexual strain on her body any longer. She began to gently move up allowing his prick to slither from her cunt. When only the top couple inches remained inside her cunt, she lowered herself again. She could feel his agitated balls rubbing against her pussy lips.
"That's something else! I never felt so… full!"
The answer was choked. He was having a difficult time controlling himself. The slow fucking she was engaged in drove him wild with desire. Sifting as he was, he could do little to speed her. His hands stroked around the flare of her ass as she lifted from his lap, toyed with her pussy lips quickly, then raced back to go up her backbone as she lowered herself again on his cock.
He was getting all the attention his prick could stand. And his hands were anything but idle. He was finding his hands filled with all the woman-flesh he could possibly want.
Ass. Tits. The smooth flow of skin across her belly. The deep depression of her belly button. Silky hair to stroke. Even a tiny, shell-like ear to nibble on as she fucked herself.
He had a lot to occupy him.
But he wanted her to quicken the fucking pace. She was driving him out of his skull. His cock felt a if it would split along the seams at any instant.
"Speed it up!" he said.
"But why? I thought you liked to take it slow and easy in the morning, I didn't think you woke up fast. And that went for your big friend naming around in my cunt, too!"
"Hell with that. You woke me up fast. Too damn fast. Now fuck yourself, damn it!"
She laughed, but she also sent her hips to moving with a quicker motion. It wasn't anywhere near as fast a he needed. She was building up her own passions.
Hearing him say things like that gave her a feeling of power over him. He needed her to bring him pleasure. That she was getting off on it was an added bonus, but the sense that she controlled the lovemaking sent her on a giant power trip.
As she rose, his hand crept under her ass. She shivered as he tried to drive a finger into her asshole. She wasn't up in the air long enough for that to happen but just touching the tightly held anus sent tremors quaking through her.
She worked her hips faster.
Planting her feet on the floor gave her more leverage. She could rock forward and pull his prick from her cunt. Rocking back like she was in a rocking chair stuffed his prick back into her cunt. It was a time of intense warmth all through her belly and twat.
That was what she was after. The physical sensations of fucking were just as important to her now as the mental ones.
She was thinking hard about the way her body was responding, about how this entire scene had come about. Incest with her brother again. She loved it. He was a great cocksman, one of the best studs ever.
And he was the one who'd gotten them started. But she was controlling the pace. She was the one dictating what would happen, what wouldn't. That robbed her of a little enjoyment.
The woman realized she enjoyed being told exactly what to do. And then, being forced into it. A symbolic rape, maybe, she didn't think that far.
But she had to have a dominant man. Her own blindness had caused a split in her thinking.
She was independent. She had to be to get along in the world. But she needed a man's strong hand when it came to fucking. Being told gave her the added arousal that set off the really huge orgasms.
This was nice. She couldn't deny that her loins were burning with the warmth of his prick in her cunt. Her juicy pussy was even overflowing with the heavy, oily fuck fluids. That she was aroused wasn't open to question.
Just how aroused was something else.
This couldn't possibly compare to the virtual rape when he'd chased her around the house, spanked her butt, then fucked her up the ass. That was the huge climax for her.
Those fleeting thoughts robbed her of a little enjoyment in this screwing. The hard length of cock dipping into her gave physical release. The way her brain was wired up kept it from being great.
But it certainly was good!
She fucked herself faster. The way his prick spread her pussy lips and drove all the way up into her cunt filled her with liquid fire. It was as if millions of fire ants had invaded her quim. They nipped and bit and ate away her most private flesh.
She was coming alive to the fucking. Faster and faster, she dropped. The cock smashed into her cunt with a wet smacking noise. That sound aroused her. She sould hear it, feel the cock burning in her guts.
His hands touched all the right places on her body. She was gasping in reaction now. Tits felt like over inflated balloons. Her clit was lightly fondled by his fingers as he stroked across her belly and played in the we of her bush.
Her ass was pinched and fondled. Most of all, the cock inside her was threatening to rip her apart.
She fucked faster.
Then the orgasm washed over her. It was a warm, gentle ocean of sensation. She went under it and easily surfaced. Her hips were still moving in the ages old fucking rhythm but the climax hadn't been the one she had expected.
It lacked zest. It wasn't potent. It wasn't a kick in the guts by a mule.
"Wasn't very good, was it?" Steve asked.
"It was okay," she said. "Not the best ever, but okay."
"And you never could lie very well. You got off but it was a wet firecracker. You should have driven me down into the bed so hard, the springs would have squeaked. You came, all right, but it wasn't big. Not big."
She shrugged. His cock was still erect in her cunt but something was gone. It had fled with her pussy cum. Her body still demanded sex. She wanted to really fuck herself and do it up royally.
Something in her head told her it wouldn't be any good.
Such a waste of hard cock, too. She hadn't even gotten Steve off on the fucking. Lisa almost felt guilty about that.
This made her even more despondent. What had made the screwing die so quickly? Was she having second thoughts about balling her own brother.
Was the incest trip losing its zing?
"I've still got a friend who needs tending to," Steve reminded her.
She reached down beneath her hips and found a cunt-juice-slippery cock. Lisa sighed. She supposed she'd have to suck him off. Even though she loved giving head, the prospect didn't appeal to her.
Maybe she should have drawn a circle around the date on the calendar. The very first time the thought of sex didn't thrill her until her toes tingled.
"I'll suck you off. That's going to please your friend a lot, I guess," she said.
He slapped her across the face. Not hard, but hard enough to tingle. She fell across the bed, holding the spot where his hand had left a red imprint.
"You'll do no such thing!" he snapped. "I don't like the way you operate, sister, dear. I'll show you what I expect. And you're going to like it – or else!"