What I Didn't Hear Pt. 06 Take 2

All characters in the story are 18 and above. This is a story of incest between a brother and a sister. If that's not what you are here for, I would suggest you not read any further. Also, to understand what is going on, I suggest you start from chapter 1 if you just found this story.

Happy reading!

BHW

Chapter 6

"What the fuck! Are you guys serious?" I asked.

"As a heart attack," my father shot back.

"Holy shit, I can't believe this. How in the hell did you keep this from us so long? And why?" I asked, still dumbfounded.

"Well, it's a long story." My father said, "I think we should start this conversation tomorrow. It's super late, and we'll be up until noon if I start now."

"Yeah, kids, let's do this tomorrow while the weather is terrible and we are stuck inside." My mother said.

My sister just sat there speechless. I don't know if she was shocked or at a loss for words. I wanted to know right now but knew I was getting tired and had wanted to fuck my sister. But, after the bombshell that was dropped in our lap, that was probably out the window now.

"Yea, I can agree to that. I'm getting tired myself." My sister said, yawning.

"Kids, we love you both so much and want nothing but the best for you. You should know that now. So get some rest, and we can have breakfast in the morning and start the story afterward." My mother said as she stood and slid her chair in under the table.

"See y'all in the morning," I said to our parents as I closed the door behind them.

"Holy shit, can you fucking believe it?" My sister asked.

"No, I can't. That was the last thing I expected. You could've given me a million guesses, and I still wouldn't have gotten it." I replied.

"Me either. I have so many questions."

"I'm going to grab a quick shower and go to sleep. I need some time to process this."

"Me too, I wanted to fuck your brains out, but now I think I would be too sidetracked," she said.

"Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. Tomorrow will be a new day."

The shower was just that, and we were out in no time. I think it was the first time I hadn't looked at my sister in a sexual way since the day we arrived. The questions just kept popping up in my head. I would for sure have a list in the morning. I had tossed and turned all night, while my sister eventually turned over and faced the other way so that she could get some sleep. Then, out of pure exhaustion, I passed out just as the sun came up.

"Baby, it's time to get up," she whispered in my ear.

"Mmmmmm," I mumbled and rolled over. "What time is it?"

"A little after twelve. Mom just called and asked if we were ready to go."

I didn't want to move but crawled out of bed and headed for the shower. It was the only thing that would probably wake me up. Even my need to know all the details weren't enough motivation.

"I'm still a little tired, but I feel way better," I said, coming out of the shower, still dripping water on the white marble floor.

"Fuck it; I can't take it anymore," she said, stopping me in my tracks, dropping to her knees, and sucking my flaccid cock into her mouth. "I don't know how to start my day anymore without your cum in me." She said, pulling my cock from her mouth and stroking my growing shaft in her hand.

"I'm here to help," I replied with a smirk.

"Mmmhmm," she nodded as the corners of her mouth turned up while keeping my cock in her mouth.

The view of her on her knees in front of me gave me a sense of peace. It was an odd feeling to have at that moment, but I would grow fond of it as time went on. Her lovely golden breast shook as she worked my shaft at a steady pace. With my right hand, I reached down and gave it a gentle squeeze before I retreated to her nipple, pinching and pulling at it. The harder I pinched, the more she would forcefully shove my cock into the warm confines of her throat. The strings of spit that hung from her chin started to break as she urgently worked up and down my shaft.

"Cum for me, cum on my face." she pleaded with me as she stroked up and down my shaft at a rapid pace.

The first rope of cum landed across her left eye and cheek. Her long eyelashes kept it from making direct contact with her eye as they acted like umbrellas. The second and third long ropes of cum started just above her right eyebrow and finished in her hair, with the majority of it pooling on her forehead. The last of it never reached her face and fell helplessly to her beautiful breast. With two final full-length strokes of my shaft, she licked the slit of my head, getting the last bit of cum that oozed out.

Releasing her shoulder, I stumbled back towards the bed, trying to gain my balance back. She stayed in a kneeling position with a goofy expression on her face and a tiny smirk as she stared at her hand.

"What's so funny, babe?" I asked.

She was wiggling the smallest finger on her right hand as my cum clung to it. "I have you wrapped around my pinky," she replied with a giggle.

With a gentle smirk, I thought, that was the damn truth. With the amount of uncertainty, I've had over the last thirty-six hours, loving my little sister wasn't one of them. The fear had long left me, and I began to feel very optimistic about life as I watched her exit the room and heard the shower turn on.

We settled on a different place than our usual go-to. The weather was a shit show outside, and the restaurants not connected to the main lobby were closed. It was noisy and packed, being one of the few restaurants open. The sounds of silverware clanking off plates and conversation filled the room. Even with the added noise, this was not a place to have a conversation like ours.

The time it took to receive our food wasn't any longer, but it seemed to take forever. The main saving grace was having my sister sitting just that little bit closer. Our hidden secret was now safe in the presence of our parents, and the little shows of affection were met with enthusiasm. The happiness our love brought them wasn't something I was going to take lightly. I knew that ninety-nine percent of siblings in our situation would not be met with open arms and understanding.

"I love you, baby," spoken softly into the side of my neck, followed by wetness from her lips, sent a rush of warmness through me. It made the hair on my arm that she clung to stand.

Turning my head towards her as she nuzzled her cheek into my arm, I closed my eyes and kissed the top of her head with a whisper. "I love you too."

Her sudden show of affection towards me wasn't something she did because she now could. Instead, it was a relief that was sensed between us that we were finally free.

"I love y'all so much. Seeing you two so happy together, I only wish I had the words to express my feelings," my mother tapered off with a single tear falling down her left cheek.

The silence that continued throughout our breakfast wasn't at all uncomfortable. It was more peaceful than anything, even with all the background noise. It wasn't until we had completely finished our lunch and our waitress had returned did the first words come out.

"How was everything, and would anyone like dessert?" The waitress asked, then backed away, seeing the moment we were having.

"I think we're good," my father replied, smiling at her. "Y'all ready?" He asked.

"I sure am." I shot back, letting go of my sister and standing up.

Not in a hurry, we strolled through the lobby, checking out things we had missed as we hurried to and from our destinations over the last several days. The resort had opened a temporary bar almost in the middle of the lobby and had a band playing with the weather as it was. They were doing everything in their power to keep their guests happy and were doing a fantastic job. We made sure to stop and order our favorite drinks of choice before finding a few available chairs to sit and listen to the live band.

After several upbeat songs, a song my father played a lot around the house started to play. It was a song we had both grown to love. I held my palm out to my sister, who readily accepted it, and I pulled her up to me. We danced in a slow turn just in front of our chairs as the intro played.

"Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world. She took the midnight train going anywhere." My sister sang into my chest.

The song's words took on a whole new meaning as we listened carefully to the words being sung. I hadn't a clue what our parents went through, but I at least knew why the song was a favorite between them.

"Don't stop believing. Hold onto that feeling," was sung in unison as our parents had joined us dancing.

With a slow, passionate kiss as the song ended, we resumed our walk through the lobby. The resort really was beautiful. The time and money spent on high-end art and decor had to be astronomical. I wondered how many people even noticed it as we reached the elevator doors.

"It's ok with me if y'all want to wait until tonight to talk about everything," I said.

"Oh, honey, that would be lovely. I didn't get much sleep last night and would love a nap," my mother replied.

"Just fine with me. Let's do room service again for dinner. I think we all need some rest."

"Good idea, son," my father shot back just as we stepped off the elevator.

Walking into the room, I fell back onto the bed and used the inside of my heels to remove my shoes.

"Make love to me, baby," my sister said after removing her shirt and showing off her lovely round breasts spilling over her black lace bra.

The smell of vanilla and strawberries filled my nose as her long autumn hair had draped down on both sides of my face. Her bright green eyes and dilated pupils seemed to look deep into my soul the closer her face got to mine. I wanted to speak but couldn't form the words. The sensation from her lips sliding across mine sent signals directly to my cock. It ached as it strained against the fabric of my shorts.

"I love you," she whispered into my mouth.

I just nodded, still in my hypnotic state. I was at her mercy, and she knew it.

Sliding my hands up to cup her entire breasts, I kneaded them softly through the lacy bra as I continued to kiss the curve of her neck. The vibrations of her vocal cords resonated through my lips when I reached the base of her neck. Goosebumps spread across her body like wildfire as I dragged my tongue from her throat to the slit between her breasts.

"Oooh fuuck," she moaned, now sitting up and lightly rubbing her hands over the curves of her breasts.

Putting one arm behind her back, she released the clasp that held her large breasts captive. Her bra fell to her lap with a shrug of her shoulders, exposing her soft breasts and hard nipples. My cock ached even more as the heat of her sex radiated through my shorts.

"Wow, you're so beautiful," was the only words I could manage to push out through my dry mouth.

"Thank you, baby," escaped her lips.

With a flick of her thumb and pointer finger, she unbuttoned my shorts and began pulling at the waistband. Just as the band cleared the head of my cock, it sprang free. She instinctively bit her lower lip while she hummed and looked hungrily at my shaft. With the speed of a rattlesnake, she sucked my cock into her mouth. I released an audible groan at the sudden warm sensation around the head on my shaft.

"Fuuuuuck," I growled through my teeth as she fed her throat my entire cock.

I refused to look away as she worked my cock in and out of her throat, even though she wanted me to watch. I found myself in different waves of ecstasy until the urge to cum become too great. Weaving my fingers into wavy hair, I pulled at the back of her hair in need of freeing my cock where her throat was holding it hostage. The assault on my shaft was over. With my cock now free from the confines of her mouth, I released my fingers that pulled hard at her hair. A quick lick of her lips broke the long strip of spit hung from her lower lip to the head of my cock.

"I need you in me now, baby." She moaned, crawling up towards me.

The ridges in her sex felt like speed bumps on the head of my cock as she gradually worked the entire length into her.

"Wow, even without moving, I could cum right now," she moaned.

The soft velvet flesh of her sex clung to the sides of my cock each time she moved me in and out.

"Cum with me, baby," she whispered in my ear as the walls of her pussy started to clamp down on my shaft.

"Ooooooh fuck," I groaned, her words sending me over the edge faster than she excepted.

"Yes. Yes. Yes," she hissed between her teeth like a chant, just as the first blast of cum splashed off her cervix.

I bit down hard on her rubbery nipples as her eyes began to roll into the back of her head.

"Fuuuck yeeessss," a high-pitched squeal filled the room as her orgasm wreaked havoc on her body.

Wedging my hands under her breasts to keep her upright, I continued to launch rope after rope into her, thrusting my cock harder and harder each time. Finally, shaking almost uncontrollably, I let her down easily onto my chest and held her until the involuntary shakes stopped.

"I don't know what you do to me, but motherfucker!"

"I hope I didn't bite your nipple too hard?" I asked.

"No, that was perfect. I actually got to enjoy my orgasm the whole way through." She replied, sliding off my rapidly deflating shaft. Making sure to keep her sex tight against my leg, so my cum wouldn't leak out.

"Now that everything is out, can I please stop taking birth control? I don't care what other people think." She asked.

"Baby, I don't think that's a good idea. Let's do it their way. They have dealt with this for a long time, and I don't think they would tell us something like that if it wasn't necessary."

"Ok, I just want to have your baby."

"You will soon enough. Think about it. We are going to move, and we don't want anyone to trace anything about us. I guarantee that it will be in all the papers and probably on the news if we get caught. That would be hard to hide from."

"That's true. So when we move, I can stop taking it?" She asked.

"After we get our own place," I replied.

"Deal," she smiled into my chest.

**

"I want to start this off by saying, Connor, I'm truly sorry I was a poor father to you. I know this doesn't make it right, but I was trying to protect you. I knew if I were hard on you, you would leave and not come back unless you had to." The words my father spoke were uneasy and hard to come by.

"Dad, you are a great father." I wanted the burden he was carrying lifted from his tired shoulders.

"Yea, Dad, you're the best," Katie replied.

"Well, thank you both. I promise never to make that mistake again," he struggled to get the words out.

"Kids, I would like to apologize as well. I should have never gone along with it. I was fucking up a lot back then and couldn't keep my mouth under control. I slipped up several times, and we were having to move a bunch. It was putting your father under a tremendous amount of stress, and we decided this was the only way for both of you to live a happy life without us holding you back." Tears continued to stream down our mother's face.

"I want to say something...." I cut my mother off with a pause. "This entire vacation has been the best time of my life. I don't want it to end with a bunch of sadness. I really do understand what both of you are saying and don't hold a single grudge. This is not how I want this trip to end. We all apparently love each other more than anything and have a lot of catching up to do, but for now, can we all agree to let this go and move forward?" I asked.

"That sounds like a fantastic idea, son. Are you good with that, momma?"

"I haven't felt this good about anything in years," she shot back.

"Baby, are you good with it?"

"I'm down." Her smile was now beaming.

"It's settled. Now let's get drunk and finish this vacation off with a bang." Everyone busted out laughing and replied, "hell yeah."

*****

The long black gown would easily conceal the three-month baby bump as she strutted across the stage to accept her diploma. The diamond-encrusted wedding band I slipped onto her tiny finger the day we wed in a small European country was never questioned. It was a wonderful two-week trip made over the Christmas holiday break.

We had timed it perfectly, and within a week of her stopping birth control, she was pregnant. Something, she had figured that out when the doctor told her how far along she was. That was the only time that particular doctor would ever see her.

Our flights were the following morning after graduation. The last moving truck left just before we did on our way to the ceremony. My father locked the door one last time and handed over the keys to the real estate agent. It was bittersweet as we all sat in the rental car we were to drop off in the morning before our flight and quietly said our goodbyes. This was the home where it all started for my sister and me. It had played a considerable role in us being able to sneak in and out of each other's rooms without our parents knowing what we were up to at night. Our first and only fight had happened here. Even though those memories had all but vanished. Where our first child was conceived... I would miss it, and the thoughts faded off just as my mother said.

"Baby, please be careful today walking across the stage in those heels. I don't want you falling and hurting my grandbaby."

"Mom, I'm not going to fall. I'm more worried about throwing up." She rolled her eyes with a bit of whine.

The whole morning sickness thing was anything but that; she was sick sometimes in the morning, at lunch, dinner, and even in the middle of the night. It didn't make a difference. Certain smells would even set her off. I felt helpless some days and optimistic others. On the bad days, she would start first thing in the morning and still be having fits at dinner, and on other days it was just once if she didn't eat first thing. Even with it all, she never faltered and stayed happy. Not letting herself become sad or even stressed was vital to her. Something that she read online about being stressed would make the baby stressed and have anxiety when they got older. I never questioned any of it and did my part to keep her as comfortable as possible.

The evening concluded with many heartfelt goodbyes to our friends. I would miss John the most out of them all. When we moved to the small Texas town, we became fast friends. We both grew our golf games tremendously through each other's competition and friendship. He was a true friend you could tell anything to, and he would take it to his grave.

Will, our closest friend, knew this first hand after getting too drunk and running his truck into a ditch, and rolling it three times. Being the passenger and the sober one, John took the wrap for it, saying he was driving, and a deer ran out in front of him.

I never told him about the relationship I was having with my sister, even though I suspected he knew. He never questioned the forgotten panties or bras on the floor my sister left the few times he came over. He would just brush them off and pretend not to see them. We continued to play golf as much as we could after vacation, knowing our jobs would start promptly at the end of summer. His uncle Gary owned a string of auto parts stores, and not having any sons of his own, John began learning the ins and outs for when the time came he would take over. Life became hectic, and with both of us working full-time, golf was mainly on the weekends that we could both get out and play eighteen. I would miss my friend.

The morning started early and was going to be a good one. Katie made sure to eat first thing, and our flight was mostly uneventful. Two hours and twenty-two mins later, we landed in Charleston, South Carolina.