Families Ch. 01

“Oh, my god!” Lisa groaned. “I’ve never felt anything so intense before in my life. That was way better than when I do myself.” They both started laughing at this, and ended up sitting there on the floor a good five minutes cracking up before finally showering off, drying ourselves, and putting some clothes on.

Later that afternoon, Chris caught Lisa sitting on the couch in the living room. He decided they had to talk about what they were doing, a serious talk this time. He wasn’t going to let her distract him. Chris walked into the room and sat down on the couch beside her.

“Lisa, we have to talk,” he began.

“Ok, about what?” she asked.

“About us, what we did earlier,” he said.

“What about it?”

“Lisa, most people would say it was wrong, because we’re related,” Chris started.

“What do you have to say about it?” she questioned. “I don’t care what ‘most people’ would say. I only care about what you have to say. Do you think it was wrong? Do you want it to stop?”

“Well, no, I mean, it was great. But I don’t want to be taking advantage of you,” Chris said.

“You’re not taking advantage of me,” she reassured him. “I know you love me and would never hurt me. And I know if I said we should stop, you would. But I’m not asking you to stop.”

“At the rate we’re going, you know where things are gonna end up?” he spoke.

“With us fucking?” she asked seductively.

Hearing her using such a blatant word such as that caused his dick to immediately stiffen. “You know that’s the final line. Once we cross it, we can never go back,” he warned her.

“I want us to cross that line together. I want you to want me as much as I want you, Chris. I always promised myself the first time would be with someone special. Who else would I want to be my first than you?” she softly said. Lisa then stood up and said, “Give me ten minutes, then come up to my room.” He looked up at her and she gently smiled back down at him.

While Lisa disappeared upstairs to her room, Chris got up and went around the downstairs of the house, turning off lights and televisions and anything else that was on. He poured himself a glass of ice tea and gulped it down standing in the kitchen. Then he thought to go upstairs to the bathroom, where he pissed and brushed his teeth. He went back to his room and slipped into a clean pair of boxers. Then he paced the room, thinking that these were the longest ten minutes on record. Finally, he walked to Lisa’s bedroom door, turned the knob, and gently pushed it open.

Being that Lisa’s room was on the east end of the house, and being that it was already late afternoon, her room was in shadow anyway. But she had closed the blinds and the drapes, making it fairly dark in there. There were candles a light on her dresser and night stand, casting a yellowish-orange glow about the room. And there lie Lisa on the bed, naked but for a pair of black thigh highs and a red garter around her left thigh. Never had she looked so sexy.

“Come and join me,” she beckoned.

Mesmerized, Chris walked to the bed and lay down beside her. Lisa put her hand on his chest and leaned over to kiss him passionately. As her tongue wrestled with his, he felt her hand in his crotch. She was gently squeezing and pulling on his stiff cock. Chris reached over and held her breast in his hand, testing its weight, before squeezing it firmly, but not roughly. When Lisa finally broke the kiss, she got up on all fours and straddled his legs.

“Let’s get rid of these,” she playfully said, and began pulling his boxers off. He raised his hips off the bed to accommodate her, and soon they lay on the floor beside her bed. Still on all fours above him, Lisa slowly lowered her body to his. She stretched herself over him like a cat. First, he could feel her tits mash against his chest, her hard nipples digging into his flesh. She stayed like that for a while, with her beautiful ass high in the air, then she lowered her hips to his. Chris’s hard cock was caught between them. As Lisa slid up to kiss him once again, he could feel her already soaked pussy slide up the length of his shaft. Locking her lips against his, Lisa began sliding her wet pussy up and down his length. In just a few strokes, his cock was covered with her juices. Then Lisa sat up on her knees over him. Looking him straight in the eyes, she reached back behind her and grabbed his cock. Never taking her eyes off him, she leaned over on one knee and placed his cock at her entrance. Then slowly, she began to lower herself onto him. Chris nearly exploded feeling his dick sliding into her. He let her take the lead so she could go at her own pace. Lisa went slowly, and soon they hit her barrier. Still staring him in the eye, Lisa took a breath and pushed down. He felt himself tear through her, and when he looked up Lisa had a tear in her eye, but was still smiling. She stopped for a moment to let herself get used to having something up inside her, then continued to lower herself onto him. Soon, Chris was lodged all the way inside her. Lisa leaned forward and they kissed like lovers. While still kissing, Lisa began to slowly move her hips up and down. Chris continued to let her set the pace, and when she was comfortable with it, he began thrusting his hips up to meet hers. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled them over. Lisa was lying on her back now beneath him. He rose up on his elbows and started working her from the hips. They got into a good rhythm, and Lisa began to cry out.

“Oh, Chris, that feels so good. Yes! Harder! Harder! Oh, fuck me harder!”

Hearing her talk like that spurred him on, and he started fucking her as hard and as fast as he could. Chris knew he wouldn’t last long, and he soon felt his balls begin to boil and his cum begin to rise.

“Oh, god, Lisa. I’m gonna cum!” he groaned. Chris started to pull out of her, but she grabbed his arm.

“No, inside me. It’s alright, I promise. I want to feel you inside me,” she said.

It was too late now anyway. Chris started spurting inside her. Once the first spurt came, instinct told him to shove his cock as far up inside her as he could, which is just what he did. As he was emptying his balls inside her, Lisa moaned loudly and began to go stiff. His orgasm had evidently triggered her own. Lisa locked her legs around him and tried to pull him farther inside her as her upper body thrashed beneath him. When it was over, Chris lay shaking on top of Lisa’s quivering body. His cock was slowly deflating inside her, and he could feel his cum trying to leak out of her temporarily plugged hole. When his cock did finally fall out of her, he rolled off Lisa’s sweaty body and they lay there catching their breaths.

“I don’t know what I like better, having you cum in me or having you cum on me,” Lisa said in a bewildered tone.

“I didn’t know anything could feel that good,” he told her.

“Let’s get cleaned up and I’ll make us supper,” Lisa said. “I’m famished.”

So, they showered, put on robes, and went downstairs, where Lisa made a fabulous spaghetti dinner. Later, sitting in the living room again in just their robes, Chris couldn’t help himself and took Lisa again right there, from behind, on the couch. He fucked her hard and they both got so loud they thought they’d have someone calling the cops on them.

From that point on, Lisa’s late night visits to Chris’s room included hot, sweaty sex, though they did have to control the volume level when they weren’t alone in the house.