Pink - Learning To Fly

I had expected to be at the end of this series by now, but I just decided to go with it. I would suggest reading the other 3 parts, 1. I'm Not Sleeping, 2. Uncomfortably Numb, and 3. Wish You Were Here, before proceeding.

The usual confirmation that all engaging in sexual exploits are over 18 applies

This story is of fiction, and the creation of the writer.

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Next morning - Chloe's Perspective

Waking up the next morning, I was momentarily disorientated by my strange surroundings. I was facing outwards, on the right hand side of the bed and. I rolled onto my back, immediately identifying the sleeping, muscular, brown haired man with the chiseled looks beside me, as my brother, Adam. The sticky feeling between my legs, and that warm "Glow" you have the morning after, reminded me that last night, brotherly and sisterly, we were not.

I lifted the covers off and looked down at myself, almost to confirm what I already knew, I was naked. I briefly ran my fingers over my vagina, resting after what was an amazing workout. I couldn't help but visualise the intrusive activity from a few hours earlier, and lament the lack of shaving beforehand.

Looking over to Adam, and the rise and fall of his chest, I couldn't help myself but to look under his side of the bedsheets too. There, standing tall in the morning light was the penis that had brought out the woman in me last night, and twenty years ago had injected our son into my womb.

Glancing at the clock on his nightstand I saw it was 8:05am, and my brother was still dead to the world. I wasn't regretful in the slightest about what had happened, but I was anxious about the conversations that were bound to follow as I'd just told him he was the father of his 19 year old, now former, nephew.

I needed to use the bathroom, so quietly slipping out of bed, I picked up my discarded pyjamas and, opting not to risk waking him by using the en-suite, I made my way to the main bathroom. As I entered, still being naked I caught sight of myself in the mirror. My hair backed up the memory that I had been fucking, hard. Wiping myself after going to the toilet, I again acknowledged the need to buy a razor. Then another realisation hit me like an archer's arrow......Adam had cum inside me and I needed the morning after / Plan B pill, as I had never reinstated my contraceptive pills after rehab. The decision was made, I needed to visit that chemist / pharmacy I noticed in the nearest town.

I quickly returned to the spare room and put on the clothes from yesterday, complete with baseball cap and sunglasses. I looked in on my still sleeping brother and decided to leave him a note, and having a momentary debate about it's contents, I decided on,

"Gone to shops. Love, Chloe XX." Then, trying to be as quiet as possible, I realised quite how loud everything was. I challenge anyone to cold-start a nearly 30 year old car quietly, with two barking dogs announcing your every movement. I pondered the best ever day and night before, as I drove and also thinking what would transpire upon my return.

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Adam's Perspective

I woke to the sound of the alarm I had set for 9:00 to remind me to let the dogs out. Chloe was gone and I immediately panicked. Sitting up, I looked out the window and her car was gone too. I thought, 'Shit, this is bad,' as I reflected on the AMAZING night before, now with a different perspective. Walking back towards the bed I spot a piece of paper on the pillow. "Oh thank fuck," I said aloud as I rubbed my face while reading her note.

After a quick shower and shave I went to let my dogs (Troy and Otto) out. Standing in the garden with a cup of coffee I heard the unmistakable sound of an old VW Golf approach. Troy wanted to play ball, so I got distracted and didn't hear her go in the house. Eventually, I convinced my furry friends to go indoors so I can get them their breakfast. I heard the shower running as I came through the hallway and sighed contentedly that Chloe was back.

I decided to make breakfast as she showered, hers taking about three times as long as mine did. I was nervous as hell, thinking about how this conversation would go. It's not every day you find out you've a son who has been your nephew for 19 years. What the fuck is that about!! I didn't know if I was angry at her not telling me, or happy that it's a fact.

As I busily set about preparing eggs and bacon, and was just buttering toast when the door opened and there she was. Hair now tied up in a ponytail, clad in grey sweat pants and white t-shirt, she greeted me with a nervous smile and a "Hi," as she stopped dead in the doorway.

"Hi," I reply, turning to briefly make eye contact, "why don't you sit and I'll bring your breakfast over."

"Ok, thank you," she replied, seemingly as uncertain as me.

Setting her plate in front of her, and mine at the other end of the table, each with cups of tea, we eat almost in silence. She asked me if the dogs were alright and we exchange other pleasantries as we eat. Then I address the elephant in the room via asking her about her impending day at Wimbledon, a present from her.......no, our son, Charlie.

"What time are you meeting Charlie then?" As she stopped chewing her food.

"Erm, about 12. I'll need to leave soon I guess......."

"I can drive you if you like. Save you having to park."

"That would be great. You're......ok with me staying here tonight?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Adam, after what I told you.......God I'm such a fucking mess."

"Does he know?" I ask, making her shift uneasily in her seat. "What does Matt know?"

"Matt knows everything. Since we found out he wasn't the father. He was so angry at first and said he wished we'd never met. But he is a good man. When he calmed down he said he didn't want Charlie to know just yet, as he's had enough going on," she said, looking into her cup of tea.

"That surprises me," I sighed, doing the maths and remembering how Matt flew over from USA to be with his family at our Dad's funeral, knowing all there was to know by then. His comment about me being the man of the family now had a little more weight.

"He said he's been Charlie's Dad for all his life and why would he make that change now," she sullenly said.

"Now I'm really surprised! I had him down as a right asshole," I exclaimed.

"No no. The asshole would be me," she interjected,"general asshole to all men who love her."

I went on to ask her why she had kept this all to herself all these years andshe swore on her own life that she thought that Matt was Charlie's father. They even have the same red hair, but then again, my beard is ginger when I grow it.

"I do love you, very much," I confirm, eventually winning the battle with her tea cup and locking eyes with her briefly, before she drops her gaze and stands. She walked over to leave her empty plate to the sink and leaned on it with her back to me. "I'll understand if last night was just the heat of the moment, maybe I took advantage of your emotional state," she rambled.

I crossed the floor and stood behind her and asked if she thought it was was a mistake, placing my hand on her right shoulder.

"Do you think it was a mistake?" She breathed, tilting her head to rub against my fingers.

"No......we need to talk about Charlie much more but, I've no regrets about us. I hope.....hope it wasn't a one off regret," I nervously replied before asking, "How do you feel?"

She took my hand in hers, turning around to face me. "Adam," she hissed, "I woke up this morning feeling sticky and used. And not only that, I was sticky because of my brother........And it felt good, right! So good, I've had to get the morning after pill, and I want it again."

I looked into her nervous eyes, realising I still held the cup and plate I was going to leave in the sink.

"Adam," she said in a low and husky voice while setting my crockery on the table, "I don't think I'll ever feel anything like that again. I hope you'll prove me wrong later."

"How later, when have you to be ready to go?" I painfully enquire, starting between her eyes and her chest, her cleavage now in my eye line.

"You want to see my breasts and again, don't you?"

"Maybe."

"You know its OK to want to see my breasts and vagina now?"

"Really?"

"Yes. Tell me."

"I want to see your breasts and vagina please, Chloe."

"Who does?"

"Your brother wants to suck your tits and cum in your pussy again, Chloe."

"Well, what if we make love later, you can have all of me when I get home. But right now," she said, removing her bottoms allowing them to fall and stepping out of them, "Would you fuck me before I go, as hard as you can, please?", a as she stood in T-Shirt and blue lace panties.

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Chloe's Perspective

I didn't know who this demon was, who's words were now spilling from my mouth. But I loved her. I could feel my knickers moistening, and needed to get them off. Adam could so easily say no and tell me to explain myself some more, but taking the risk, I looked in his eyes and removed my panties, allowing them to fall to the floor and kicked them under the breakfast table.

Adam immediately lowered his gaze to my now completely shaven 'Dawn,' my pussy. I think it's a pussy and not the more clinical vagina when you're this close to being fucked, and you're glistening with wetness. I reached around his shoulders to lean in for a kiss, but he had other ideas. No tenderness would be welcome here this morning as he grabbed me by my hips, and in a show of strength that almost made me orgasm on the spot, he raised from with all my weight on him, spun me around and lay me on my back on the dining table. I'd never seen this look in his eyes before, in any man's eyes! Hunger, frustration, a little anger perhaps and VERY aroused.

Standing up, he lowered the shorts he was wearing, taking his boxer shorts along with them whilst hungrily looking at my pussy. At that moment, I genuinely think he had switched everything else in the world off, including the proprietor of the vagina now splayed in front of him. I was so turned on as he raised my knees and leaned between my legs and down to kiss my pussy. This was something of a limited experience for me, as Matt, my ex-husband, didn't really like going down on me. In almost twenty years, he'd only did it a handful of times. And as for Rufus.....my part time fuck busy and bisexual drummer who's in a relationship with a man, he was no big fan of it either.

He probed his tongue between my outer folds that brought out a yelp from my lips. Licking me from my bum to my clit, he inserted a finger and slowly probed me. Removing his finger, he spread my lips and fucked me with his tongue, still not making contact with my needy clit. He looked up at me as I lay helpless on his kitchen table. Thank fuck it was sturdy oakwood!

He speared his tongue deep inside me, I thought, 'This guy is a fucking lizard' as I felt my climax lay it's foundation deep within me. He added the finger again, twisting it around and using the 'Come Hither' motion which rubbed my G-Spott. I tried in vain to push his hand away, I really did, but he's so strong my little paws were no match. I could now hear my soggy pussy singing of its arousal, as with every movement in and out, I squelched in celebration. I would usually be embarrassed by this sound but not this time. It made me more turned on, wetter, hungrier for the main course. But he wasn't finished his starter and increases the movement on my G-spot. Rubbing it more and more as he blew a light breeze of air over my clit.

Feeling new sensations begin to take hold, I looked down at him again as he looked back up to me and I cum. Waves of orgasm wash over me in a climax not ever broken on me before. I run my hands over my tits, still covered by bra and t-shirt and can hold it in no longer. "Ah, oh fuck, oh Adam that's the spot, ah, ah, AH!" I scream at the top of my voice, thinking that my world was coming to an end. How wrong I was. Removing his finger, he looked up at the writhing mess before him and delved back between my legs with his mouth, covering my entire sex. I reached down to push him away but he grabbed onto my thighs to hold me in place as he homed in on my clit. He briefly stopped, I saw thick streams of my girl cum keep us connected as he looked up at me, then he sucked my hard, erect clit into his mouth, squeezing it between his lips as he sucked on it and flicked it with his tongue. And, now the bottom fell out of my world and I see stars in my tightly closed eyes. I wailed like a banshee as my body convulsed as he suddenly stopped licking, just as I feel the tightening feeling that I need to pee, let go. Too turned on to be embarrassed, and in a first for me, what seemed like litres of clear fluid ejaculated from my virgin like vagina. She had never had an assault like this before as I spasm and convulse out of control, coating Adam in whatever the fuck this is!

Lying on the table yelping and twitching, my sinfully erotic ordeal is far from over. He slid me to the edge of the table and reached down between our bodies and it didn't take long to find out what he was doing. In one single motion, he slammed that thick, throbbing menace to my sanity inside me, right up to the hilt, bringing my legs up against his beefy chest. God how he fucked me. My soaking, already spent pussy taking all she could handle, every thrust feeling like electric shocks being delivered from my pussy to my brain.

Suddenly he stopped and pulled out and I gave him a questioning gaze as his strong arms lift me up and onto my feet. He turned me round and bent me over the table and as I'm only short, I was hanging over the edge with my feet dangling just off the floor, as he settled in between my child-bearing hips, thumping back into my molten hot core.

First he put his hands on my shoulders, then he ran them down my back, leaning in to lick it. I moan a somewhat feeble moan, not sure how much more I can take as he grips me by the waist and started gently moving in and out. I can feel another orgasm forming as he increased his pace. A voice said, "Harder," as his thrusting got more heated. He moved me backwards slightly, holding my entire bottom half's weight in his hands, gripping me tight as he started to pound me. "Harder!" there it is again, before I realise that the voice is mine. I feel like I'm floating beside us, watching him pound into my tiny body with his bruising manhood. "Harder," I say again as he tightened his grip on me even more.

If last night we made love, and I lost control control when I had ridden him for our second time shortly after, this was different. He now had complete control over my body. This wasn't love making, this was carnal, animalistic. I was being mated, and I loved it. "Don't stop," I breathed, almost too frightened to speak, which sent more shockwaves to my pussy and deep within me. He still hadn't said a word to me as I grabbed the sides of the table as my climax grew again. I felt light headed, and the familiar warmth start to spread as his breathing began to get shallow as I clenched his cock in my pussy, still soaking, trembling and wanting more.

He suddenly lifted me, holding me back in the air, my back pressed against him and I could feel his sweaty body through my t-shirt. I feel his pectoral muscles flexing as we move with his arms tight across my chest, and his penis keeping me up as he carried me to the sofa beside the TV in his kitchen. He bent me over it and lifted my right knee onto the cushioned back. This new angle took him deeper as he again fucked me from behind. He reached up under my top and under my bra as he held me up, fondling my left tit before he continued his most amazing war on my senses. He's deep. I had never been fucked this deep before, and although he's apparently not large, I'm small and I can feel him just kiss what must be my cervix. The noises I made as a result are previously unknown to me as he bottomed out and I shudder with a deep cry from my belly like I've been punched in the stomach, "UH." Finally he spoke. "Are you OK?" He panted.

"Don't you fucking stop," the devil inside me hungrily spews as he again, slightly more gentle but much deeper, fucks my weeping pussy as I feel her trying to milk him, to fertilise her depths.

I felt him getting faster. He pulled me up against him, hands both under my top on my now uncovered breasts as I reach around to kiss him for the first time since we started. "Cum for your.....Uh.....sister," I gently say as he set my body down on the back of the sofa. He took hold of my hips, slapping my right cheek as he pistoned in and out. His pace increasing, I feel him spreading me further as his cock thickened even more. Then a thought sprang to my mind, I had to taste him, "DON'T CUM IN ME!" I almost scream and he pulled out as I fall to my knees and take him into my mouth. He gripped my head with both hands and stared in amazement as ropes of boiling hot semen overloaded my mouth, causing it to drip down my chin and his balls as I swallowed my slightly salty load.

"Holy fuck that was hot," I state to obvious, as I return my boobs to my bra. "I've to concentrate on tennis after that you know,"

"Gives a new meaning to 'New Balls Please' doesn't it," he panted, making me giggle.

"I hope after all this I'm still unseeded," I return. And then he said something I wasn't expecting.

"Well, we didn't do too bad the first time, with Charlie." Which made me even weaker at the knees, and as I pulled him in for a hug he said, "I can't quite tell you how happy I am right now, Chloe, but if this is a one-off amazing weekend, I'm very thankful."

"Does this feel like a one-off to you?" I smiled, bringing his hand to my still hammering heart. "I love you, brother of mine. In every way you need me to."

He kissed me again, gently. With our soft, post-sex glow, the softness of our lips were a stark contrast to the brutal fuck session we had just shared. Eventually I tore myself away to compose myself, bending down to pick my panties up, I was fully aware he was looking at my bum, fuck that turned me on. And, having no memory of a man looking at me with such lust, I purposely wiggled my bum as I shimmed them up my legs. Turning around, I waved playfully with my sweatpants in my arm and teased, "Hold that thought, dear brother. I have to go get ready." Then, crossing the gap between us, I cupped his chin with my free hand and kissed his lips, then, recalling my brief training to be a model for one of our music videos, I gave it maximum wiggle as I left.

About 45 minutes later and, ready for the day ahead I came back down in my Wimbledon wear. I will admit myself that I had gone all out. I had my hair down, and styled wavy in banana curls, meeting a blue figure-hugging sundress (with body shaping underwear that kept everything but my boobs down), secured over my left shoulder with one strap, and came halfway down my tanned thighs. I finished it with a blue fascinator hat, sitting just off-centre to the right, and blue high heeled sandals. "Wow!" Adam exclaimed, with his mouth hanging open.

Not coming near him, I put my hand on my right hip and the with the other I "Doff my cap" to him and say, "Am I ok, little brother?

"You're fucking stunning," he says in a long, lust-filled breath.

I reach into my small, black clutch-bag and hand him the lacy, blue panties I had been wearing before and after we fucked earlier breathing, "I had to make some sacrifices for this dress, can you take care of these for me?"

"You fucking tease....." He exclaimed, adding, "Wait until I'm getting you out of that later," As I walked away from him towards the car, again giving it wiggle to the maximum.

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As Adam had offered to give me a lift, I realised we had a problem. With his car still at his work, there was no way I was getting in and out his truck in this dress. It just wasn't happening. So he drove my car, stalling the 30 year old girl twice by the time we got to the end of the road.