Chapter 2

Turning, Jeff walked naked over to Jan, grasping his penis in his hand.

"This is what you want-isn't it? My eight and a half inches of prick?"

His sharp, harsh words cut through her like a knife. She bent over, the tears surfacing, and spilling on her naked body.

"Well, admit it. I'm just a stud-service. You're oversexed, little sister, and you want me to give you your kicks. And for this, you'd wreck my whole life!"

"No, no," she sobbed, and then she turned over, and cried as if her heart would break. When Jeff saw how upset he'd made her, he did feel guilty.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he reached over to her, and stroked her back, "Oh, honey-I didn't mean to hurt you. Honest to God, I didn't mean to hurt you, but baby-I don't want to grow up and be some sex-freak people make fun of."

"Nobody is going to make fun of us," she insisted, "We'll go to the biggest city in the country-New York, and we can change my last name, and they won't know we're brother and sister. We can shack up together, just like all the other fuckers."

"But, we'd know," Jeff insisted, "We can't ever run away and hide from ourselves."

Jan thought for a long moment, and then an idea surfaced in her thoughts.

"Here's what we ought to do," she replied, "We ought to be honest with each other at last."

"I'm trying to be honest," he insisted, "I wish you would try too."

"Are you, really?" she smirked, a strange, accusing look appearing suddenly on her frustrated face.

"Yes, baby, I am trying like hell," he gritted his teeth nervously. c

"First, let me ask you something," his sister began, "Do you enjoy having sex with me? And, tell the truth!"

"Yes," he replied, "I do!"

"Then, what's wrong with it-we're not hurting anybody, as long as nobody knows."

"Well, you've got a point there," he admitted, and his sister continued the argument, "Then, luv-why don't we go away to New York City where we could have a lot of fun-together!"

"But what about Aunt Helen?"

"What about her?" Jan asked coldly.

"She would feel awful if we just split, and didn't keep in touch-wouldn't she?"

Shaking her head, and allowing a small smile to surface at the corners of her mouth, she said, "I think Aunt Helen would figure good riddance. Do you realize what we've done to our family reputation-you're very, very wrong if you think Aunt Helen gives a damn."

"But-what about me?" Jeff continued the debate, "I might find some other chick I wanted to ball. You'd get jealous if I brought her back to our place."

"I love you too much to get jealous," she assured him, "If going out with a gang of chicks, and banging every one of them will make you happy-do your thing!"

"Now, that's the way I like to hear you talk, baby doll," he smiled, "It isn't that you don't turn me on, sis-it's just that a lot of other chicks do too."

"I understand," she replied.

As he looked at her lying naked on the bed with her bottom so well shaped and appealing luring him on, he reached over and patted her shapely behind.

"You want it from the back door?" she asked quietly. Jeff nodded, an embarrassed smile surfacing.

"Go ahead," she insisted, "I want you to do whatever you want to-that would make me happy!"

"Alright," he told her, and then he went to the bathroom, and got a bottle of baby oil, and came back with it in his hand.

"Lube me too," she smiled, as she saw him opening the bottle, and using some on his penis. It didn't take him long to get himself prepared to enter her.

"On all fours, fucker," he chuckled, the idea of giving her anus a good screwing appealing to him more every moment.

She got on all fours, and then he thrust his penis into her buttocks. Slowly slipping it between the ass-cheeks, he gradually brought it to her tight anal ring. That moment of unpleasant expectation made Jan shiver.

"Go ahead," she told him, "Don't keep me in suspense!"

And then, grasping her buttocks firmly, he rammed his penis past the anal ring, and into her tight anal channel. He liked the way she accepted him, and she loved the feel of his hard, long rod inside her.

Bending over, he felt her breasts, and running his right hand down to her vagina, he kept playing with her there, while he rammed it to her ass-hole.

"Fuck me," she urged him on, "Ohhh, yes, Jeff, baby! I love it when you drive it up my ass-hole. Fuck it, fuck it!"

Jeff enjoyed the multiple action; he enjoyed the feel of his throbbing male member gliding up her hot ass-hole, and he loved the excitement of feeling of her breast, gripping it excitedly, while his other hand fingered her clit, bringing her close to climax too.

"Oh, yes, brother," Jan panted, Feel me there! God, right there-ohhhh, yes, you-know just how to use your fingers on me, Jeff. Ohhh, ahhh-I love it! Fuck my ass-hole! Fuck it for me, fuck it!"

Jeff indeed liked the fact his sister wanted him to stab her, hot twisting ass-hole all as much as he wanted to do it to her. And he kept his throbbing male member stabbing up there until he knew he was about ready to get his rocks off. Pinching her nipple, as it became more erect, and utilizing his fingers most effectively, he knew he didn't have long to wait to bring her to a scorching climax.

"Ohhh, ahhh-yes, yes, baby, fuck it-fuck it," she urged him on until finally the big explosion came. The hot cum flashed up her ass-hole, and Jeff rammed it in up to the hilt, his weighty testicles jiggling on her behind.

"Squeeze the juice out of my dick," he told his sister, "Ohhh, yes, baby, yes-that's it, don't stop now!"

She had become so extremely excited by this moment, that she climaxed too, and the sticky juices were all over his fingers.

"Ohhhh, beautiful, beautiful," she panted, as the pleasure nearly overpowered her. "Wild-baby-wild!"

They didn't pull apart until Jeff had finished spurting his load into her, and then, he slowly pulled himself out, and she lay down, relaxing after a marvelous sexual interlude.

"You see how we fit?" she smiled, "Wasn't that great?"

Smiling at his sister, Jeff whispered, "You're a super-fucker!"

"Thank you," he nodded. And then, he lay back and rested a few moments, thinking about all the things he had to accomplish before they could make the move.

"What about the house-and the furniture?" he asked Jan.

"I think we should go and talk to Aunt Helen about all this," Jan suggested. "If Aunt Helen knew how eager we are to split this scene-she would help us out-I hope!"

"Alright, I'll go see her," he said, "And I don't think I should wait too long."

"Go right away," she smiled, "And, I'll stay here and pack."

"Okay," he replied, "And I should go to the bank and take out what little money I have."

"Mom didn't have a cent to her name when she died," Jan said quietly, "She only had loans."

"I know."

"Well, honey, you go along and see Aunt Helen-"

"What if she asks where we're going?"

"That's right-well, for now, let's tell her New York, and we'll give her a box number. That city is so big she could never find us. So, don't worry!"

"I'm not worrying," Jeff smiled, "I just want to do the right thing. It's important I don't goof up."

"You're so right," she smiled nervously, "We don't ever want anybody to know about us again. Brother and sister sex acts aren't exactly common, I guess."

"No, I guess not. At least people who do it keep it quiet-so nobody finds out."

"Like we'll do," she insisted.

"Right," he nodded. And then, Jeff went to the closet, and picked out his clothes and got dressed. Jan lay there, relaxing, still sprawled naked across the bed.

"So long, sis," he called to her, as he walked out the door.

"Good luck, Jeff," she smiled. And as Jeff turned to look at her, he could almost see his Mom in his sister. Their voices, their faces were so much alike.

Then, he hurried downstairs, went out to his car and drove downtown to the bank. He wore his sun glasses as he felt as if everyone was looking at him. With such strange feelings going through him, he was only too glad to get out of town as fast as he knew how.

The teller at the bank instantly recognized him, and when he withdrew the money, she tried to smile, and be friendly, saying, "Good luck to you!"

And the pathetic way she looked at him tortured him so much, he wished she's said nothing.

"So long," he said, "Take care."

Again, as he got in his car, he recognized Jerry Miller from high-school. Jerry lived just down the street, and they used to be great buddies, attending sports events together. Jerry didn't even speak, and again, this cut like a knife.

Apparently, he had heard about the sordid sexual involvement too. It bugged him. He decided he'd go right over and speak to Jerry in spite of his coldness toward him.

"Hi, there," he began, and Jerry acted as if he hadn't heard him.

But, Jeff became more angry every moment.

"Aren't you speaking?"

Jerry didn't so much as glance his way. He got in his car, backed out, and drove out of the lot, and never said a word. Jeff stood there stunned, hurt, and finally fully aware of what his sister meant about moving.

He got into his car, and with new determination drove off. Too late, he realized that the one mistake he made when he decided to have sex with his mother, had changed his life forever. Life is never the same again, he thought sadly, and I've got nobody to blame but myself.