Tampa Bay
Copyright© 2025 by Denny No name
Chapter 2: Getting My Sister and Flying to Tampa
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2: Getting My Sister and Flying to Tampa - When their mother has a heart attack, brother and sister rush to Tampa Bay to be with her. While they are there, they rekindle their incestuous relationship that thei mother stopped over 25 years ago.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Heterosexual Fiction Incest Brother Sister Oral Sex
It was finally Wednesday. I couldn’t believe how long it seemed to take for Wednesday to get here. I put my suitcase in the car and left to pick up my sister. In no time at all I was driving up the Blue Route or I-476 and got on the Northeast Extension of the Pennsylvania Turnpike. I turned on my GPS; I had inputted my sister’s address earlier and found that I was about an hour from her home. The scenery was pretty; I always like going through the tunnel that’s located about twenty miles north of Allentown. You can see the Lehigh River below you as you go through the mountains. After getting off the turnpike at Route 80, I followed the GPS’s directions turning right and then left and proceeding 6.8 miles and turning right again. You get the picture. I finally pulled up in front of my sister’s house and I saw a truck in the driveway. Shit, sometimes you can’t win, and the day was going so well.
I was just getting out of the car, when the door to their house opened and out walked Bobby following by Ginny carrying her own suitcase. He started “You know she’s using two vacation days to see her mother. It sounds like the old lady is going to pull through, so I don’t see why both of you have to fly down.”
I ignored him and went to help my sister with her bag. I noticed immediately she looked tired and sad. She had lost weight, I just couldn’t believe this was my younger sister who was always happy and had a smile on her face. I gave her a hug, a quick kiss on the cheek and put her bag in the trunk. I tried to get out of there before I said or did something I would regret.
But Bobby just wouldn’t let me go until he could bust on me. “I guess your ex racked your ass over the coals, you driving this old American car. Where’s your Mercedes? Hope she left your family jewels.”
Before I could respond, Ginny’s expression changed, her face got a serious look on it. She turned and faced her husband. “Bobby, why don’t you shut your mouth before you make a bigger fool out of yourself. You don’t take your best car and put it in the parking lot for five or six days; of course you never drove anything worth stealing. Why don’t you get in your truck and go see your girlfriend? Then she turned to me and said “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
We got in the car and away we went. I could see Ginny crying as she looked out the passenger side window. After a few minutes of silence, she turned to me and said,” I’m sorry about what Bobby said. He’s so jealous of you; he thinks if he can put you down, he’ll look better.”
“Kid,” I said, reach over and squeezing her hand, “I could care less what Bobby said. In fact the less we talk about Bobby the better I would like it.” She squeezed my hand back and gave me a big smile.
She turned to me and said, “I can’t believe we’re finally going. Ever since you called and set up this flight, I’ve thought of nothing else. I’m happy to be away from there and to be with you. I can’t wait to see mom. I talked to her a few times and she sounded good. She’s worried a little bit about the operation. She helped her brother Tom through his by-pass surgery so she knows what to expect, especially the pain she’s going to experience. She’s happy that we’re coming down and she can’t wait to see us tomorrow.”
As we drove to the airport we talked about her son and how worried she was with him over in Iraq. She blamed her husband for driving Jr. out of the house and into the army. Bobby treated his son like shit. In his father’s eyes, Bobby Jr. couldn’t do anything right. He made Jr. work with him on painting jobs and only gave him a few dollars for his wages. He said the rest of the money he earned was to pay for his room and board. Bobby Jr. hates his father so much, the last time he was home on leave he informed them he is no longer going by his first name, he decided to be called by his middle name Thomas or Tommy. Then she talked about her daughter. Bobby treated her just as badly. During Cindy’s high school days, Ginny worked the night shift, so Bobby would treat Cindy like his personal slave. Cindy would cook his meals and wait on him while he watched T.V.
Then we changed the subject and talked about me for a while. We talked about my business and how well it was going. We talked a little about my divorce and how I was happy with my life. I recovered nicely from my divorce and was quite well off, finically.
I talked about our mother’s heart attack and her condition. I told her what the doctor said when I talked to him on the phone, just in case I had forgotten to tell her anything when I called her during the weekend. The next thing I knew was we were pulling into the long-term parking lot and waited for the shuttle to take us to the airport.
After we got our bags checked in and we passed through security, we had about an hour and a half until our plane took off at 8:15 PM. I suggested we get something to eat since they don’t serve food on the airlines anymore. We found a café in one of the concourses that had a decent menu and sat down at a table. After we got our drinks, a beer for me and a soda of Ginny, we continued our talk while we waited for our meal.
“How are you really doing with your personnel life, now that you’re divorced,” asked my sister? “We hardy see each other and rarely talk any more. You said you’re happy and doing well, are you? Are you seeing anyone on a regular basis?”
“Actual, I’m enjoying my life since my divorce,” I replied. “It was started to become a strain to try and live with Karen. She didn’t want what I wanted to do and I wasn’t comfortable doing things that she liked to do. We rarely saw each other, our schedules were so different, and our sex life was nonexistent. What triggered the divorce was her moving to New York City. As for me, seeing anyone on a regular basis, no, I’m not. I’ve had a few dates after the divorce, but they didn’t work out. Most of the women my age is divorced and have kids or have big problems. I sure as hell don’t want to date any twenty-year-old. I had a friend that got divorced and hooked up with a girl half his age, is that a joke. He thinks he looks like this handsome Romeo with this beautiful girl on his arm and all he looks like is a pathetic middle-aged man trying to convince everyone he’s something with this hot young chick. No thank you! Not for me. I made one mistake, I sure as hell aren’t going to make another. If I get serious with another woman, she’ll have to be my soul mate; I’ll make sure of that.”
Ginny got a serious look on her face and was about to say something when our food came. It looked very good. I had a broiled chicken breast without breading and a side salad and Ginny had a chicken salad. I guess we were hungry, since we didn’t talk much after the food was served. We had just enough time for a cup of coffee before it was time to make our way to board the plane.
I was able to get a direct flight from Philly to Tampa and we were schedule to arrive in Tampa at 10:45. I thought by the time we get our bags, flag down a cab and arrive at mom’s condo it should be around 11:35, that’s if everything goes the way it should. It didn’t take long and we were in the air. Ginny held my arm tightly and put her head on my shoulder.
“This is the first time I have flown,” she told me. “The take-off was exciting. I like that feeling of power when the engines are screaming and we are thrown back in our seats as we took off. It’s a lot more fun than a roller coaster.”
“I didn’t know you hadn’t flown before or I would have given you the window seat,” I told her. “You can have it on the way back. I thought you visited mom in Florida?”
“I did, but Bobby said we couldn’t afford a plane so I had to take the bus.”
“That husband of yours is nothing but a good for nothing piece of shit. I didn’t like him when you were dating him in high school. I didn’t like him when you married him, and I still don’t like him. I never understood why you hooked up with him in the first place.”
“That was the problem,” she said.
“What do you mean by that,” I asked her?
“Never mind. I thought we weren’t going to talk about Bobby anymore. Let’s talk about what we’re going to do in Florida, when we’re not visiting mom. We’ll probably spend a few hours with her tomorrow. They won’t let us spend all day with her because they’ll want her to rest for the surgery on Friday. Most of Friday, she’ll be in recovery and out of it. I don’t know if they’ll let us in to see her for more than a few minutes. So do you have something planned? You told me to bring a swimming suit and a dress, so what are we doing?”
We’ll visit mom in the morning for a short time and then let her rest. In the afternoon, we’ll go to beach that’s right by the condo, or we can use their pool. Then we’ll visit mom again and for dinner, I’ll take you out to this nice restaurant I discovered when I visited mom last year. We had so much fun; we even danced after the meal. We had the best time; I had not seen her that happy in a long time.”
“That sounds like fun. The last time we had that much fun together was the summer mom and dad went to Europe.” She hugged my arm to her breast; looked up at my face and gave me the most beautiful and sexy smile and lightly kissed me on my lips. Then she put her head on my shoulder, closed her eyes and I heard a soft sigh escape from her lips.
That summer! Ever since I planned this trip that’s all I thought about. The next few days would tell if we could go back to that summer. I think I’m willing and I hope she is too. I can’t imagine she wouldn’t want to considering her life today, although maybe I’m selfish.
Our thoughts were interrupted by the intercom coming to life, “This is the captain speaking, we will be arriving in Tampa in about ten minutes. The temperature is 84 degrees with a slight breeze off the ocean. Please put your seats and trays in an upright position and make sure your seat belts are fastened. Please stay in your seats until we have come to a complete stop at the terminal. Thank you for flying Southwest Airlines.”