Annabelle’s pussy fluttered like it never had before. The intensity of her orgasm was evident in her lack of vocal production. I knew that when my sister was coming the hardest, her voice would simply disappear, and she would silent scream. Then as air rushed back into her lungs, she would emit a guttural scream. True to form, she dug her fingers into the sheets and screamed my name.

“Miiiiick!! Oh fuuuuuck! Mmmmmnnngh!”

Her body shook and her pussy got even wetter. I didn’t think that was possible. But after the amount of cum I just shot into her we were going to have a hell of a cleanup. Thank God, there was maid service.

We had two days to be away together. We planned on doing romantic things like shopping and going to dinner. But so far we’ve spent five hours straight in bed, naked: fucking sucking, kissing, loving one another.

It was to celebrate her forty-fifth birthday.

***

Here is an update I imagine is due. Annabelle and Joel have three children. Jamie and I now have three children. (Our second, Ellen, was born a year after Amelia, Annabelle’s third).

Between us that’s a total of five.

Yes, when Amelia was born, it was obvious to everyone that she was my child. The round face, the button nose, the curly dark hair: all present. She was simply absent of blonde, blue eyes and anything resembling Joel.

This was the late 1980s, genetic testing was expensive and not the magic act it is today, at least outside the science world. And in this case there was only a one in two outcome- not difficult science to acknowledge.

Amelia Ann was my child born of my sister.

When Annabelle had finally told Joel she was pregnant, he was actually quite excited. They had acknowledged that giving Nicole and Vincent equal time was a fair way to be a parent. They feared a third child would lessen that for them. But in the end, the heart grows to what god or the universe or nature delivers to us.

You make it work because you have to.

The four of us parents had sat down for the hard discussion. It was the beautiful Jamie who took the lead. Like she had said to me, she said to the group, “We must love this child no matter the outcome. We had all agreed that this lifestyle was acceptable. Your relationship with each other as siblings and lovers was something we would embrace. This must be an extension of that acceptance.”

Joel nodded and added, “Besides, if the shoe was on the other foot, I would want you and Mick to behave the same way.”

So after a few hours of tears and laughter and fears, including a delicious meal, we had all agreed that when the baby was born, no matter who the father was, Joel would be their dad. I must remain Uncle Mick and love them just as I had the other two.

And I did love her as an uncle, well when anyone else was around of course. There was no question that she was going to be a rambunctious and inquisitive child. How could she not be? Her mother was energized and provocative.

While Nicole was effervescent Amelia was electric.

Who knew if one day in the future, there might be a time where my daughter, Amelia, could accept me as her father. But for now this was the best.

One might think this would curtail my sexual relationship with my sister. Quite the contrary. She simply doubled down on birth control and decided to finally go on the pill. She was in her mid-30s. It seemed like the smart thing to do.

***

It’s now 1998. Oscar is 12, Ellen is ten. Amelia is nine.

It is sweet Nicole’s seventeenth birthday. She was athletic, bold, and stunning with her five nine curvy frame and blonde-haired blue-eyed catalogue looks! And she wanted one thing for her birthday- and it wasn’t a party with her friends nor a car. She wanted to go canoeing in Wisconsin, with her dad and sister and brother. She was a brilliant photographer and had a gorgeous eye for nature composition. She was most at home in the wilderness or on the water.

They would be gone for a week in late August before her senior year kicked off.

Annabelle would be staying back, not liking to camp and not wanting to canoe.

When the plans were made all four of us knew what would be expected: Annabelle and I would want some time away. Her forty-fifth was a month away and I wanted to surprise her by being way too early.

My sister picked me up at our new house. It was two blocks away from the high school where Jamie and I taught. I had a bag that I went to toss in the car while my two lovers were having an intense conversation at the door. It ended with a laugh and we hopped in to drive to Chicago and an expensive hotel.

In the car, Annabelle was smirking.

I was staring. “Do I get to know?”

She looked at me with a more serious expression. “When the time comes. For now, just be here in this moment. Just love me.”

I took her hand as we drove up towards the city. Content to be quiet in the warmth of our familiar fingers.

When we arrived at the hotel, we just decided to say fuck it: we are a couple now. We had done this a handful of times before and only once did someone give us a strange look. Honestly, if they knew we were siblings, I would think it would be very hot.

At the hotel, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson checked in. I know, not very original, but a little bit funny.

We told them we were celebrating our twentieth wedding anniversary. It was actually 22 years ago almost to the date that she and I started our sexual relationship. So in a way, it was a celebration.

I had splurged and surprised her with a bigger room that was a suite. It had a sitting area and dining area with a small kitchenette. And then a glorious king-size bed with a beautiful view of Lake Michigan.

She literally spun around in the middle of the room, her skirt opening up as she giggled. Then she flopped on the bed and said loudly, “Oh Mick! I needed this so badly!”

I chuckled at her as I set down our suitcases. “I can see that.”

Laying down next to her, I took her face in my hands. She smiled and then shook her head. “Twenty-two years. What a crazy thing we have done.” We kissed. “I wouldn’t change a thing.” Then we kissed again- tenderly as partners. As lovers. As best friends.

“Sure you wouldn’t change a few things?” I was smiling when I asked. All she did was shake her head again and pull me down for another kiss. Within moments, her blouse was open. My hands were massaging her breasts, and she was working on my belt to pull my jeans off. I stood quickly and stripped as fast as I could while she threw off her skirt and pulled down her sweet pink panties. Both fully naked, I laid on top of her, legs entwined, mouths engaged, and our souls in perfect harmony.

“I love you so much. You and my wife and kids are equally the greatest things that have ever happened to me.”

She moaned as I chewed down her neck. My mouth took in her left breast, and I did everything she loved. Nibbles on the under the bottom, tongue tip around her areola, tight sucking of the tip.

In the meantime, she had gripped my ever-growing cock with her left hand and was stroking. Her right was massaging my lower back. She rubbed the head of my cock on her sweet wet lips, and I moaned knowing I was finally heading home.

Penetration was as delightful as it always was. Snug, warm, wet, welcoming. There is just no way to describe how good she felt. My wife Jamie was a fantastic sex partner- the best I’ve ever had.

My sister felt…right…great but different. Sex with Annabelle was transcendent.

Now in her deep and wet, we began to grind together. It was amazing how we knew what the other one wanted before we even started. These were going to be deliberate drives towards mutual satisfaction. Nothing furious, nothing slow and sensual. Just fantastic practical fucking by two lovers.

Annabelle spread wide, I pushed up with my arms to watch her beautiful facial expressions telling of joy and lustful heaven just like I was feeling. My dick drove deep to cervix-level, but the pullbacks were even better as she gripped me with every muscle she had inside. Amazingly strong and purposeful, I never got tired of watching her work!

“Oh fuck Mick! right there- oh my God. Yes!”

“Oh god Anna! You are fu—Unhh ungh unghhh fuuuck!”

Wild sloppy kissing followed. Even a few giggles when she bit my tongue. We were on fire and we were in sync. Nothing like it.

I was getting close already. Jamie and I had fucked the night before with her standard “I don’t want you to forget me while you’re fucking your sister” sex. So I expected to last longer. But something about this woman just made me want to explode. So I did.

“Oh God, I’m not going to last baby. I’m sorry I’m going to —- oh my Gooood.”

“Just do it Mick! just do it baby- give it to me fill me up. I love you so much!”

With a grunt and moan and my head thrown back, I unloaded. My balls contracted, my cock went stiffer and swelled, and my head blew off as I painted her insides with stream after stream of what we know was quite potent semen.

Annabelle dug her nails into my ass as she tightened to take all of my load. She had her eyes closed in a look of bliss. She was a Degas painting come to life! Physical perfection in female orgasm.

When I came down I held myself above her as we kissed with purpose. We had a way that we reconnected after orgasm that reminded each other how much we loved. That this was never about getting off, rather connecting, returning to that otherworldly bond we had formed so many years before.

She was smiling at me and I looked puzzled. “What? Was it not good?”

She slapped my ass and laughed, “Of course it was. It’s always good with you. But…You didn’t make me come. I think you’re getting old, maybe losing some of your finesse.” I knew she was teasing, but it really bothered me that she hadn’t had an orgasm.

“Well, there’s an easy way to fix that,” I said, as I climbed off of her and she sighed at the disconnect. I aggressively moved down her body, grabbed her knees, and pushed them up. My mouth engulfed her dripping pussy and she squealed in delight. I sucked my own cum out of my sister, as I drove her towards her well-deserved pleasure release.

Her hands in my hair dug into my scalp. I loved the intensity of her sexual expression. She pushed her vulva up against me as my tongue slithered and snaked inside her dripping folds. Then I sucked on her clitoris and she shook in almost seizure-like spasm. Her legs flailed and she cried out as orgasm rocked her body.

“Fuuuuuck yesssss! Oh babeeee!”

After a few moments of deep breathing and spoon-cuddling, she finally found her voice again. “Something strange happens to me when I’m with you. I feel like that first time in your bedroom that hot summer. I feel young and foolish and adventurous. You make me…young.”

I choked up and could not respond. I just kissed her soft shoulders.

She abruptly tapped my fingers to get me to let up on the hug and she jumped out of the bed.

“What are you doing? We were having such a nice cuddle”

“I have to go to the bathroom if that’s acceptable to you, baby brother. And,” she booped my nose with her finger. “I have a surprise.” She grabbed her bag and went into the bathroom and closed the door.

“What kind of surprise?” I said loudly through the door.

Her muffled voice came back, “Geez! just relax. You are so impatient!”

I smiled and rolled onto the pillow hands behind my head. This really was the best place to be.

After a few minutes, I heard a flush and she came back out hiding something behind her back. I looked at her mischievous face and she winked.

“In honor of our special occasion, I have decided to do something completely new for both of us! I know so as Jamie confirmed.”

I sat up, my cock slowly rising. Annabelle turned around and bent over showing me her wide round ass cheeks. She then tossed something to me, and I caught it. It was a bottle: Personal Lubrication for Intimate Use.

Remember this was some time ago. Ass fucking was reserved mostly for gay men and was often thought of as a perversion because of it. To have her offering me this was a surprise beyond my wildest imagination.

I stared at the bottle, and her beautiful pussy on display with her pink winking star just above it. My hesitation caused her to worry.

She turned her head, looking a bit embarrassed. “Oh shit did I overdo it? I’m sorry, Mick. I just thought it might be fun.”

I shook my head, snapping myself out of a stare. I crawled over to her and held her ass cheeks in my hand and squeezed. “Are you kidding me? This is the coolest thing that ever happened! And I am honored that you trust me to try this.”

Annabelle gave an audible sigh of air. “Oh good! that’s a relief! Well, I’ve already cleaned out and put some lube inside so just get your cock soaked with it and we’ll see where it goes.”

“Okay…” I began to follow her instructions. It had a fake cherry smell to it that reminded me of a car air freshener, but I wasn’t going to complain.

She climbed onto the bed and remained on her hands and knees, resting her head on a pillow. I knelt behind her and bent down to kiss her back and caress her spine. I knew this was going to be difficult and I wanted her to feel good as soon as possible.

I lined up the head of my cock noticing it had grown some since applying the lubrication. Psychologically I think my friend knew he was in for a treat. I pushed into her. She flinched.

“Did I hurt you?”

She rapidly shook her head, and I continued. After some squirming about, my cock easily slipped into her. She stifle-yelped into the pillow and I just held myself there. She had not told me to stop and honestly, it felt really good.

“I’m going to go a little deeper- if that’s okay.”

She nodded her head and said through a strangled voice, “Nnngh…yes, keep going. It actually feels- oof, painful but good.”

My head fully inside her I pushed and found another barrier. As I slid slowly past it, I grunted in delight. Then I backed out and pushed in with a little more force. Suddenly half of my seven-inch cock was buried inside my sister‘s ass.

I just held still for a moment. The heat and tightness were fascinating, like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Annabelle was tilting her head back and forth as if discerning whether she liked it. Then she dropped her head and let a breath eke out of her. I know her pleasure sounds and this was one of them.

“It feels really good baby. Go ahead, Mick. Fuck me.”

I gripped her pinky-white hips and pulled back then pushed in. Mmm it was amazingly tight.

“Ohhh man,” she gasped, “that feels so…nasty. I love it! Deeper!”

I obliged, this time feeling like I was all the way in. My turn to assess. “It feels like nothing I’ve ever experienced. It’s warm like your mouth and your pussy, but it’s tighter. The muscles are different. I could stay here forever.”

She let out a long moan in descending scale, her body shivering. Then in one of those intense sex whispers, I had come to love she gave me orders, “Fuck my ass baby brother! Go! fuck me.”

I smiled as I closed my eyes and set up a nice pace. It was different than our usual fuck sense. I was still getting used to all the sensations.

I think she felt the same way as her breathing was soft shallow moans with groans on each pullback. These were new emissions never heard from her before, and I was enraptured!

She was calling me to our sexual place only known by the two of us siblings.

Soon my balls were slapping her pussy and its wetness made me realize we needed more lube. I stopped and her head snapped up in surprise. But then she felt the coolness of the liquid dripping on both of us. She moaned while I slid back in. Apparently, it increased her pleasure to another level.

My pelvis was hitting her ass in a new rippling rhythm. I bent to kiss her shoulder blades and the back of her neck. I soon realized that my depth was compromised so I straightened up again and increased tempo. My left hand reached under and grasped her left breast. Her left hand allowed the right full support and grabbed mine pushing me up into her tit flesh with more force.

That was my girl.

That was my Annabelle.

That was my sister telling me it was time to let loose.

Holding tit and hip I fucked her like I never had before; her ass gripped and pulled and yanked and I loved every moment. My cock was more alive than ever before, every nerve awakened and anticipating.

She was singing through an intense orgasm.“OH YES MIIIIIICKKKkkkk!” I could tell by the way her voice changed in pitch it was a new level.

But I did not slow down. Another came soon and I did...