I Regret Nothing Pt. 02

A week had passed since that night of debauchery. I had dreamt about her almost every night that week. In the morning she had not remembered what we had done, but still I could not forget. Simple thoughts of this and that led naturally into others, but my mind always returned to thinking of that night. I couldn't escape from it. At work I spent my whole time daydreaming about fucking her and had to keep my legs under the desk to hide my erection. A few days after I met a woman at a bar where I had went to numb my mind of these thoughts, she was gorgeous and we talked all evening, however, when I took her home that night and as I looked down at her body while we had sex my mind was with another. My sister and I had not spoken since though this was not uncommon as we both lived fairly busy lives. Family occasions, like our birthday, were when we caught up and saw each other. So when I received her phone call inviting me to dinner the next evening I was taken aback as this was far from ordinary. As she spoke I listened intently trying to discern from her speech whether she had figured out what had happened, but our conversation was brief and she gave no indication that anything was awry.

So now here I was standing outside my sister's front door just like I had that night. This time I was alone with no other party goers around and without a costume I was no longer Poseidon. From here on out I could not hide behind a character to myself or anyone else. I had dressed up in a shirt and tie as to be honest I had never been invited for dinner at my sister's house and did not know the etiquette so decided: when in doubt go smart.

When she opened the door I saw that she too had dressed up and was wearing a pretty yellow floral dress which was neither too smart nor too casual. I had been looking at her door number, which was roughly head height, so when she opened the door she caught my eyes before I looked down and away embarrassed. My cheeks flushed red and we shared an awkward hello. In the entrance way to her house she went to hug me as I took off my coat which caused another uncomfortable moment as we bumped chests and I felt her soft breasts again. Trying to adapt quickly to the situation and make things normal she darted behind me and helped me remove my jacket. Her hand seemed to linger on my arm as she did so, or maybe it is all in my head.

We made small talk as we walked to the dining room and she told me what we would be having for dinner. As we entered the room I expected to be met by her husband and be subjected to an awkward exchange of pleasantries about work and weather, but all the seats were empty and only two places had been laid out. She saw the confused look on my face, "It's just us" she said before inviting me to take a seat and running off to the kitchen. This was going to be a long evening. I sat in silent waiting. Something was not right.

She returned with our meal and we ate again making small talk about our weeks and things of little importance. As a side she had served a bowl of soup and watching her blow on her spoon and then swallow with a big gulp brought back memories. I fidgeted adjusting my trousers to appease my growing discomfort at these tight clothes but mentally tried to command my body to calm down. Every time I looked up she was staring at me and like when we were younger, all those years ago after seeing her in the bathroom, I couldn't meet her gaze. We continued to eat and talk about nothing; I still to this day cannot remember a single topic we discussed. Eventually, we finished and our awkward meal was coming to a close, though, now we just sat doing nothing with a heavy silence hanging between us. It seemed like something was on the edge of her tongue and she couldn't form the words or summon the courage to say it. Then the lull was broken.

"I know it was you" she whispered.

I was mid drink and almost choked on my water before recovering. "I'm sorry?" She looked back at me scrunching her face and tilting her head to the side condescendingly. Still I maintained my innocence trying with all my might to look like I had no idea what she was talking about. Despite this, I could not stop my cheeks flushing and I had to grab my legs under the table to stop my hands nervously moving.

"I know it was you" this time louder.

"I'm not sure I know what-"I replied before she interrupted.

"Stop" I studied her face but despite my efforts I couldn't read her expression, there were parts which showed anger but also hints of disappointment and something else. "I know why you're lying but..." she trailed off. Again silence. I didn't dare speak I just sat there the moment standing over me laughing as I sunk into my seat. I had been caught; my arrogance to think this wouldn't happen I now realise now was just that- arrogance. She ended the silence as she stood up bushing her dress flat. "I'll be upstairs if you want to leave then turn the lights off when you do" she said and before I could respond she left the room and I heard her footsteps as she gently climbed the stairs.

I didn't know what to do I had not expected things to go the way they had. She had caught me she knew that it was me she had fucked that night not her husband, even though she didn't say it that much was clear. However, instead of being met with rage or disgust she seemed... almost shy. I rose and paced around the room I was so confused and walking helped me think and stopped me wringing my hands. What was most confusing was the last thing she had said: "I'll be upstairs." Is she inviting me up to join her? If so and I climb those stairs what will I find waiting for me? Maybe this dinner was her giving me an opportunity to repent for my sins and apologise and I hadn't so this is her ultimatum: fix things or leave. Of course it is also possible that her husband is upstairs waiting to bash my head in for fucking his wife and if I follow her back to the scene of the crime and we are alone in the bedroom what will that look like? The problem is I want to fuck her again, I don't want to repent, I don't regret what happened. Words can hide so many meanings and be laced with tricks; you can take them for what they are or imagine so many possible implications for a simple phrase.

I walked to the bottom of the staircase- I wanted her and I couldn't live with myself if I walked out the door. Though, as I took the first step I stopped and hesitated. I still feel no regret but I know this is wrong- how many times can I tempt fate? I stepped back and walked to the front door took a hold of the handle and opened the door making to leave. Outside the night was cool and the air both refreshing and bracing. I stared outside at the streetlamps and felt the cold touch my skin and I remembered. I remembered the warmth of her skin as she lay on top of me, I remembered the heat of her pussy as it surrounded my cock, and I remembered the fire I felt inside me as my sister brought me to climax.

I shut the door and I turned around. I climbed the stairs two steps at a time almost tripping in my haste and then I was there at her bedroom door and I pushed it open.

There she was on the bed in front of me on her hands and knees her dress on the floor between us. With her head crooked to one side she looked back at me, the expression on her face was one of nervousness but not hesitation. "Finally" she whispered. I met her gaze and held it before she looked away putting her forehead against the covers. I can't believe this is happening. I took a second to pause and take in the moment while I unbuttoned my shirt and slipped out of my trousers and underwear. My eyes followed the flow of her body down and my cock grew hard as I looked at her. From behind I could see the sides of her breasts as they pressed into the mattress moving softly up and down with her every breath. Further down I admired the shape of her hips and the curves of her behind. I stepped forward to the edge of the bed and ran the palms of my hands down her back and her body shivered with my touch. Upon reaching the small of her back my hands drifted outwards and I took hold of her waist. I held her hips with my fingers on the front of thighs and my thumbs wrapping around to point up at her shoulders. Finally, I looked at her beautiful pussy, I could its wetness and it beckoned me forward. I could wait no longer. She wanted this and so did I.

I got onto the bed and shuffled forward on my knees and grew even harder as my cock was placed against her. Still looking into the covers she let out a quiet noise and pushed back gently. I stroked my cock down with one final tease and then finding the entrance thrust into her. She grabbed the bed sheets and scrunched them in her hands as I began to move in and out of her to the sound of my balls rhythmically slapping against her. I started slow using my grip to guide her back onto me. It all felt so alien, before we had been drunk on alcohol and fuelled by pure lust now I had time to think. Not that this was all bad as I could appreciate the feeling and sensations of fucking my sister.

Still she was facing downwards looking into the bed. This was doing nothing for me it all felt so tame as we gently made love compared to the night before. It was time to take things to the next level and inject some energy into this sex after all if we were going to do this let's do it properly. With my left hand I reached up and took a handful of her hair and drew her up off the bed while with my right hand I spanked her. "Oh!" she exclaimed and before she could say anymore I spanked her again this time harder causing her cheek to flush up red "OH!" I waited to see her reaction it would decide whether this had all been a huge mistake and that one night had been it. She looked back at me and I saw the fire ignite in her eyes "fucking harder I've been bad."

I spanked her again harder as commanded and then grabbed her hip once more and pulled her back into me with a renewed passion. Now she began to make noise letting out a scream every time I drove into her wet pussy and the passion started to build. With my other hand I pulled her head back by her hair arching her body and watched as open mouthed she gasped as I fucked her. "Yes, yes, yes" she said with every thrust. "I'm fucking my brother" she said to herself then again "I'm fucking my brother." Her breasts swung back and forth as I penetrated her. "I'm such a-".

"Slut" I finished her sentence. "You've always been the biggest slut I know-" I said pulling her hair bringing her back to me, "I heard all those stories with your friends when we were younger and I saw you in the bathroom sucking cock" I spanked her hard as I said cock and she quivered.

"You heard?" she said her face going red, she tried to drop down and burying her face in the covers but I pulled her hair again. "The bathroom-"she paused before saying sheepishly "with who?" There had been so many she needed clarification. It was then that my cock slipped out as she moved forward and sprung free from her pussy to stand proudly in the air. I slapped it on her cheeks quickly before slipping it back inside her. She began to gyrate her butt in circles while I remained still. Finally she said: "I am a slut you're right. I need a good cock or I lose my mind, I always have." She started to wiggle her bottom up and down bringing my cock with her. "I fucked him every day this week since the party trying to recreate that night. I rode him, I sucked him, I swallowed load after load but it was never the same. Nobody has ever... there has never been anybody who has made me cum like you; it is what I have always needed. I am not 'a slut' I am your slut brother. I need you. I need your cock. I need your cum." She started to push back with her body moving me in and out of her. "Fuck me."

Something clicked in my head with this and a primal side of me took control. It was as if something switched in my head and from that moment all I could think of was sex, it dominated my mind. Nothing else mattered. That pussy is mine now. I let go of my sister's hair and pushed her down onto the bed by her shoulders. I grabbed her by both of her wrists and pulled her arms behind her back and began to pound her like an animal. She moaned so loud that her neighbours must have heard but I didn't care. As I was pulling her arms back with every thrust I drew her a little bit off the bed suspending her in the air for a moment while fucking her. My mind was racing and my body was an autopilot. I stood up on the bed towering above her and taking hold of her by her shoulders I drove down into her pussy. "Ooooh Gooood" she groaned and I felt her finish and my cock instantly became more lubricated by her cum, but I didn't stop even for a second.

I took hold of the headboard, which was at roughly waist level with me standing, and continued to hard and fast thrust into her. The bed was shaking. I spanked her again and again her butt now red from where I had been hitting. All I could hear was muffled moans as she bit the pillow and held onto the corner of the bed. Then again she was cumming once more and lifting her butt high into the air so that I could fuck down into her and push her into the bed. I was getting close. In my mind the only thought I had was "she is yours, make her yours." So I did and I pulled out of her and lifted her up and flipping her onto her front. I mounted her chest with my knees either side of her just beneath her armpits and my ball resting on the underside of her breasts.

She knew what I was thinking "cum on me, cum on my face!" she shouted her voice wild. I pumped my hand up and down my shaft until she slapped my hand aside and took it herself with both hands and began jerking furiously. Her breasts jiggled as she frantically tugged at me and she opened her mouth wide sticking out her tongue. With one hand I braced myself on the headboard while with the other I reached back and slipped two fingers deep into her soaking pussy. She gasped and spat on my cock and continued to work it. Then I exploded shooting a thick string of cum diagonally across her face. Again she finished bucking against my hand as I shot another load down the centre of her face. Her mouth was wide gasping as she climaxed and she closed her eyes in ecstasy while I coated her chin and lips with my final spasms. There my sister was with a face full of cum, my cum.

She opened her eyes and looked down at my cock and scooted forward to take it in her mouth. My cock was still sensitive so soon after finishing but retained its hardness for now. She demonstrated again why her nickname was the 'Fellatrix' as she took me straight away deep into her mouth. The sensation was too strong and I leap up pulling myself out of her mouth with a loud 'pop' and got off the bed.

I expected that to be the end of it but as I looked back I saw the fire still in her eyes and my sister with her face coated in cum came after me. She crawled rapidly on her hands and knees first off the bed then on the floor backing me up. "Wait" I said before I was brought to a halt by the wall but then she was on her knees at my feet and grabbing the outside of my thighs digging her nails in. She began to suck my cock and my head fell back against the wall. The sensation at first was too strong but soon it became so good. She deepthroated me showcasing her talent and took hold of the backs of my legs to pull herself all the way down my shaft. I could hear my sister choking herself on my cock gagging slightly. Her face was pressed so close against my body when she was all the way down the cum covering her face started to rub off on my lower abdomen. She was barely coming up for air instead she kept her mouth firmly around my cock not letting me go.

Her aggressiveness had taken me aback but it had also successful maintained my erection and I felt that primal urge rushing back again- I needed to fuck. I managed to pull her head off my cock long enough so that I could bring her to her feet before she could plunge me down her throat once more. I changed our positions and turned her around to face the wall. I tapped her ankles with my feet to push her legs open and then rose up and entered her pussy again. She inhaled and let out a long yes. I began to fuck her and I pushed her head gently forward. Instead of resting against the wall where we were positioned her cheek rested against a photo that was hung in her bedroom, not that she cared. As we fucked her face moved smearing cum from her face all over the picture. It was a lovely photo of her and her husband looking happy as newlyweds on their wedding day- now my slut in her beautiful white dress had my cum smeared over her just like she did now.

The wall shook with every pump of my cock. She planted her hands against the wall with her fingers spread wide and pushed back. I placed mine on top of hers interlocking our fingers. With the space she had created for herself by pushing back she could now look directly at the photo of her on her wedding day, I continued to fuck her but for a second wondered what she would do as looked she back at herself. Answering my question she leaned forward sticking her tongue out and started licking the photo lapping up the cum and eagerly consuming it.

I could not last much longer and was close to finishing again it had not been so long but this side of her drove me crazy. After a final few thrusts I drove myself inside of her until my balls were touching the outside of her and began to cum. It was at that moment that we both heard it: the sounds of the door open and then close with a thump.

"I'm home!" a cheerful voice from downstairs shouted. I couldn't stop myself it was too late and my legs tensed as I shot my load into my sister's pussy- her attention had been drawn away and as she felt me explode inside her she gasped and looked back at me. The look in her eyes was one of pure terror. I ejaculated another wave into her grabbing her hips and pulling her back. I couldn't stop my orgasm and in that moment it was all I cared about and wanted to enjoy. She had frozen not knowing what to do. Then the final burst came and my sister moaned for a second before remembering the situation. I pulled out of her and my seed dribbled out of her down the inside of her thigh.

"Hide!" she seethed at me now I was finished pushing me across the room and into the closet. I stumbled in barely managing to fit with the spare bed back in storage. She shut the door and I watched her through the slats as she hurried around the room kicking my clothes under the bed. Her hand darted between her legs and she scooped up my seed and she quickly sucked the juices off the hand pausing momentarily during her tidying as her legs went weak.

"Where are you sweetie?" the voice came again from downstairs.

She wiped herself with a tissue between the legs and jumped into her dress while the sound of footsteps could be heard ascending the stairs. He was almost at the door. Her eyes shot around the room checking that everything was in place before shooting a withering look at the closet which meant only one thing: don't make a sound. Her husband entered the room "there you are, I've been calling didn't you hear me?"

"Oh no sorry I must have been in my own world you know how I get" my sister replied moving up to him and embracing him while simultaneously turning him away from the closet. However, in doing so while his back was now to the closet he looked over her head and was facing their wedding photo.

"What's that?"