Unearthly Secrets Ch. 05

Me too, she hummed. She could still eavesdrop on his most intense feelings. We will just have to be more subtle while your father is home, perhaps. We will find a way, somehow.

They kissed again, this time longer and deeper, letting their lips intertwine. After a few seconds, Amy pulled away just as suddenly as she had leaned in.

"Goodnight," she whispered.

"Goodnight," he responded.

She squeezed his hands twice before letting go. Any more lingering here and they might get caught. She turned and walked toward her bedroom. Jack fell backwards into his, shutting his door and collapsing on his bed.

***

The next day Jack awoke at a late hour and moved slowly all morning. Around midday, his phone began buzzing in his pocket. The face of his sister, Emily, appeared. He swiped open to answer.

"Hey dude, what are you up to?" came the hollowed, digital voice of his sister through the receiver. She seemed excited about something.

"Uh, nothing. Why?" he asked, uninterested.

"Wanna come spend the night at my place?"

Spend the night? Did this mean what he thought it did? And if so, what about her boyfriend? What excuses would they have to cook up to make this work?

"Em... are we talking about, y'know, bonding time? Or do you just want to spend time with me?" he responded.

"Why not both?"

He could sense a playful tone in her voice. She sounded rearing for a go or two.

"Fred's out of town with his buddies for the next two days. They're in Vegas for a bachelor party. I want you to come over while he's gone and make you cum again... and maybe one or two more times after that."

She let the words ring out through the phone line, knowing that her brother would need a moment to process her forwardness. She was gambling that such a bold offer would be irresistible to him. She gambled correctly.

"Why does it turn me on when you talk like such a slut?" he replied, gripping his hardening cock over his pants.

"Because I'm just saying what you're really thinking anyways."

She was good. She was really good. She knew how to get him going from zero to a hundred in a millisecond.

"What do I tell mom and dad?" he asked.

"Well," she chewed on the question for a moment. "You tell Mom you're going to bond my brains out, and you tell Dad we're going to a concert or something. I dunno."

"You think Dad would really buy that?"

"When has Dad ever cared to notice anything about what we do? When isn't he thinking about emails and power points?"

This made Jack laugh out loud.

"Heh, true," he replied. "I'll go tell them now then, I guess. What time should I be there?"

"Hmm..." she teased. "That depends on how many rounds you think you can go for."

She was just adding icing on top now.

"I'll go all night and all day," he boasted back, uninterested if that was even true. He didn't care if it wasn't; he was going to drive there as soon as possible.

He told his parents of his plans for the night and not to expect him back home before tomorrow morning. His mother hummed to him privately as he stepped out the front door.

Have fun, sweetie. And remember: be safe.

He couldn't help but groan at her motherly impulse.

No accidental pregnancies! she followed up.

I'm aware! he retorted with an emotional register of exasperation. He felt her hum a cheeky grin back at him.

They exchanged "I love you's" telepathically, and then he was off onto the highway that would bear him towards the city. The drive took him longer than he remembered, not having made the journey in a year or two.

He struggled to find an open parking space in the lot his sister had directed him to, and navigating the busy city blocks to her building was like trying to read ancient greek. Eventually he wound up at a door with a list of names and room numbers. He scanned the list and found it: Hudson, Emily. 206.

He pressed the button and heard a buzz.

"Hello?" he recognized the voice of his sister over the static.

"Em, it's me. Let me in," he answered.

"Jack?" she asked.

"Yeah! Please tell me this is the right Emily Hudson."

Her giggle came through the line. "Come on, hurry up," she said, and the door unlocked.

He raced up those two flights of stairs like his life depended on it. His heart was pounding and his adrenaline was pumping.

He found her door: room 206. He knocked, and the door opened almost immediately. Standing there in front of him was his older sister draped in a long, satin robe. It was a light hue of pink and gave her the appearance of flowing water.

"Come in," she said, motioning with her hand.

She shut the door behind him and locked it. Then she turned to face him and wrapped him in a tight hug. She brought her lips to his and kissed him fiercely. Jack, startled, pulled back for a second before realizing what had happened.

"Sorry," he said, seeing the look of confusion and disappointment in his sister's eyes. He grabbed her face and pulled her back in. They let their instincts take them where they would, Jack now kissing down her neck and even biting her ear. He felt Emily shiver in his arms.

"Mmmmm," she moaned, her eyes closed.

"Sorry, I didn't mean for us to jump right in."

Jack pulled away again.

"I was just so horny waiting for you to get here," she continued.

"I was horny the whole ride here thinking about you, too," Jack responded. Emily smiled.

"Follow me. I want to show you something."

She took his hand and led him into her and Fred's bedroom. On the mattress were arranged several plastic dildos, beads of various sizes, and a bottle or two full of that same lube she had used on him back home.

"I changed the sheets, don't worry," she said.

"I, er, wasn't-" he replied, but she kept talking over him.

"I know Mom probably gave you another warning about being safe."

He nodded. "Uh huh."

Emily giggled.

"She texted me, too. But we don't have to worry about that tonight because I, well..."

She paused, seemingly unsure of herself for the first time Jack could remember.

"I want to try something with you, but I'm afraid you'll judge me..."

"Emily," he said with concern. "I would never judge you."

This seemed to satisfy her.

"I want to try it in the butt with you... y'know, anal," she finally got out, her lips lingering on the final syllables.

Jack couldn't say he was shocked. He had always suspected his sister was a freak, but he had assumed she had lost her anal virginity years ago by now.

"You've never done anal before?" he asked incredulously.

She just shook her head.

"Nope."

"How do you know you're even going to like it?" he continued.

"I don't know. I've stuck a few fingers in there before, and I've even managed a dildo or two. When I gave you that ass job, it sent shivers down my spine. I just want you to fuck me raw, Jack, and this is the only safe way I can think of to do that."

Jack couldn't deny the overwhelming urge to grab her from behind and pound away into her fat ass until she was a whimpering mess on the floor, either, but he had assumed that would've just had to wait until she was ready for a baby. He didn't need to think longer about the proposal.

"Well I'm game to try, as long as you are."

His sister's face broke the widest smile he had ever seen. She was full of excitement and nerves. She cackled softly, almost like a witch, unable to contain herself.

Emily waltzed over to her bed and let the robe fall, revealing her bare skin underneath. Her ass seemed extra plump today, a perfect peach sat below a tiny little waist. She leaned forward over the mattress, accentuating the curved of her backside for him. Everything was exposed to him.

"Grab some lube," she commanded.

Jack approached and picked up a bottle.

"Now put some on your finger," she continued.

"Like this?" he asked, showing her his index pointer. He wanted to do everything right. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her during their first time.

"Yep, that's it," she replied. "Now... go ahead and start rimming it around the entrance."

She settled herself a little deeper into the bed, bracing herself.

Jack cautiously touched the pink flesh of her anus, unsure how much pressure would be too much. He didn't dare press it inside of her yet.

"Ooh, yeah," she cooed. "Keep doing that for a bit until I'm warmed up."

"Okay," he answered. He took his free hand and cupped an ass cheek. He gripped it tight, digging his fingers into her flesh and jiggling the whole thing up and down.

"Mmmm, Jack... grab me like that more."

He slapped her ass now, going back and forth between massaging and jiggling.

"Yow!" she exclaimed, but it only seemed to turn her on more.

After a few minutes of teasing her rim, Jack felt her hand reach back and around, latching onto his wrist. She began to gently push his finger into her hole. Jack's immediate reaction was that it wouldn't fit. It felt too tight. However, his sister's muscles relaxed some and he felt the tip of his finger slide in with ease. Just as soon as it was in, her muscles contracted again, pushing him back out.

"Are you okay?" he asked, still concerned.

"Mmm, yeah," she half moaned. "I'm just still really tight. You just need to shove it all the way in and don't let me squeeze it out."

Was that safe, he wondered? Well, she knew what she was doing. It would be fine.

He felt her relaxing again and capitalized on the opportunity. He slowly but firmly pushed into her asshole now, feeling every bump and wrinkle of her rectal walls. Her muscles were contracting and spasming like crazy, but he forced his finger to stay inside of her. He was deep as he could go, but without constant pressure he would surely be ejected again.

She was breathing heavier, a finger working on her own clitoris while her face was buried in the blankets.

"Try two fingers," she whispered between labored breaths.

Jack did as he was told, slowly inserting his middle finger until he was all the way inside. This was getting a little easier as they went along, he noticed. From the groans and shivers of his sister, he assumed it was starting to feel better for her, too.

Eventually after he worked her up to three fingers, Emily had her first orgasm of the night.

"F-f-f-fuuucccckkkk!!" she stuttered like a child with a speech impediment. "Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Her body was convulsing, her rectal muscles squeezing tighter on his fingers than anything he had ever felt before. He wondered how good that must feel on a cock.

"Waahhhh!" she wailed, and there were literal tears streaking down her face. They were tears of pure pleasure, he realized. She was in a state of ecstasy.

Once she had calmed down Jack removed his fingers. She rolled onto her side, her chest still heaving.

"Jack... what the fuck. That felt so intense. Like no orgasm I've ever had."

"It seemed like it," he replied, proud of himself. "Can you go again?"

She looked at him as if to say are you serious? Yes, duh!

She sank down to her knees on the floor in front of him and without warning unclasped his pants. She tugged them down and ripped them off his ankles, revealing his hard cock springing free from his underwear. Like a parched whore in a desert, her lips hunted down his wild dick like a heat seeking missile before swallowing it whole. He felt his mushroom head pressing all the way against the back wall of her throat, and she held it there for a few seconds while gagging and attempting to shove it even deeper. It would not budge.

She finally spit it out and inhaled aggressively. His shaft was covered in her thick saliva.

"I wanted to lube you up the old fashioned way," she smirked, looking up at him with those big green eyes. Her tits swayed underneath her gaze like a hypnotist's pocket watch.

"Think you're ready for the main event?"

"Yeah, just after this," he answered, grabbing her by the back of the skull and forcing his dick to her lips again. She opened without resistance, taking him all the way back a second time. He held her face there while he humped her throat rapidly. Spit-up and saliva were now leaking down onto her tits. He was face-fucking her, pounding her throat like it was her pussy, and all she did in response was moan silently.

"Do you like having your throat used like a cock sleeve?" he asked.

She assented by forcing herself even deeper on his shaft, her eyes closed in determination.

Jack moaned and called her a slut.

"What a fucking whore, I love you," he cried as she gawk, gawk, gawked on his cock. Drool and slobber coated her breasts.

After a few more pumps, he let her free. She gasped loudly, tears welling up in her eyes. She coughed a few times, trying to clear her airway.

"Fuck, Jack. That was hot." she exclaimed.

"It just kinda took over me. Sorry if I hurt you... I just couldn't control myself."

Emily just wiped her mouth with the side of her arm.

"No, don't apologize. I loved it. Nobody has ever just used me like that before."

Jack felt rather masculine hearing her say that. She made him feel strong, powerful... like he was the only man in the world. Perhaps there really was something magical about this familial bond...

He chuckled, looking down at his disheveled older sister. She had a grin on her face despite the mess.

"I liked it, too," he replied.

She stood up and bent down on all fours on the bed once again.

"Now you need to use me like this," she said.

Jack knew exactly what he needed to do. He let the instinct drive.

He approached her soft rump and slowly rubbed his wet cock against her asshole. Shivers rippled through her.

"Yesss..." she whispered.

He guided the shaft ever so slightly into her now puckering hole. The pink flesh was pulsating, stretched and relaxed by his fingers.

As the tip pushed its way inside, Jack thought that it felt like nothing he had ever experienced before. He knew from his fingers that it was tight, but this was tight. Like, really really tight. Oh my god, he thought as he pushed his shaft in, this felt fucking incredible.

"Emily..." his voice quavered.

"Uhhhuh... ohhh," she cried in response. They were talking gibberish to each other.

He watched her stretch out her arms and grip the sheets with fingers like talons. She even bit down on her arm for a second as he continued widening her out.

Before long he was fully inserted, his stomach flush against her smooth cheeks. He felt her muscles relaxing and contracting all up and down his rod, but he held firm. It felt amazing.

He gave her a moment to breathe before slowly pulling out halfway, then slowly back in again. He began building speed, gripping her hips now and pulling her closer with each thrust.

Slap... slap... slap, went the noise of their two bodies meeting every few seconds.

Each time he fully penetrated her, she whimpered quietly. Her body was still somewhat stiff like a paralyzed deer on the highway. He didn't care. He picked up his pace. Her tight hole felt better than any pussy he had ever fucked in his life. He grabbed her hips even tighter and beared his whole weight down on her.

"Fuck... yeah... fuckin'... slut," he moaned with each thrust.

He saw her fingering herself again, this time more frantically than the last. Her tits were flinging all around, slapping her on the chest before smacking her in the face. He reached down and grabbed on, pulling them towards him like the reigns on a horse. He squeezed hard, and it felt amazing. He wanted to suck them until he came, but he couldn't reach from this angle.

"Oh! Oh fuck!" she cried as he grabbed her, taken by surprise.

Slap, slap, slap, slap.

He was fucking her so fast that she barely had a chance to catch her breath in between pumps.

"Your tearing up my ass, oh my god!" she screamed, overcome with lust.

"I love my brother's cock. I love his fucking cock!"

This outburst made Jack want to slap her, so he did. Her asscheek turned red in response along the outline of his handprint. She bit the blanket to stifle her yell.

He let go of her hips to grab her by the face. One hand wrapped around her jaw and the other clung to a ball of her long, dark hair. He tugged on it until her eyes were tilted back enough to see him. He peered into them only to see the gaze of a wild animal staring back.

"Are you a slut for this dick?" he asked her as he held her face immobile, thrusting into her like a jackhammer.

"Mhmm, mhmmm!" she moaned, tears running down her face again.

"I'm your little slut! Use me, Jack! Fucking use me!"

She was shaking and crying now, so much so that Jack had to wrap one arm around and under her stomach to keep himself from slipping out of her.

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" she was saying, the tears flowing freely. She was sobbing.

Her asshole was clenching down tight on him, stronger than it had at any point this night. He knew it was now or never, and the sensations were enough to push him over that threshold...

"Fuck!!!" he yelled, shoving himself as deep as possible one more time. He felt her ass spasming on his rod, coaxing the seed from his balls.

She fell flat on the mattress under his weight, her whimpers and cries only growing louder. She looked as if she were in pain, but she moaned as if it felt good. He continued plowing down into her, filling her hole.

He could feel every eruption working its way through him. His loads must have been shooting off into her asshole with immense speed and force because semen began spraying out around the seal that his dick made by plugging her tight.

He pumped a few more times until it had all worked its way out, and then he relaxed. Her asshole quickly expelled him, revealing a tunnel of oozing white cum dripping down onto her pussy lips. Had he really just done that? Had he really just had anal sex for the first time--with his sister, no less?

Emily's hand scooped a thick glob of his semen from between her cheeks.

"Jesus, you really filled me," she said, surprised.

"You were just really tight," he responded. "You're sure you've never done this before? Not even with Fred?"

"Nuh uh," she shook her head. "I wanted to save it for a special partner... I wanted to save it for you."

Jack felt his cheeks flush red. He was touched, albeit in a strange, unorthodox manner.

"Well thanks, I guess. It felt like you knew what you were doing."

"Ditto, right back at ya," she replied.

He chuckled. "I suppose it came naturally to us."

She stood up and sauntered to the bathroom where she retrieved a handful of tissue paper.

"We're meant to fit together, so to speak," she called out in response. "I'm not surprised it felt amazing on our first try."

"Do you think it gets even better?" he asked, still unsure about so much of this new life of his.

"Oh, yeah..." she answered playfully, returning to the bed but leaning over him now, her breasts splayed out in front of his face. "I know it does."

Jack reached up and cupped a breast, bringing it to his mouth. "I want to suck on them. Is that okay?" he asked.

"Mhm," she cooed, squeezing the areola so that it fit easier between his waiting lips.

"You suck on them until you're worked up again, then we'll shower and I'll suck on you."

Jack shivered at the thought of busting in her mouth tonight, too. His sister crawled into bed beside him, curling up so that he could lay his head on a pillow and suckle at her nipples until he eventually felt the swelling in his penis again.

They rinsed off, making sure to scrub away all the stink and grime from their first round. When they dried themselves and returned to bed, Emily straddled him with her hips up over his head. She was facing downwards towards his crotch, her pussy squarely in his face.