Point of No Return
Copyright© 2021 by Its a Kilt, Not a Skirt
Chapter 6
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 6 - When Natalia, Trevor's pretty older sister, comes home from a bad date, his attempts to comfort her morph into something else which fulfills his most private fantasies...
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Teenagers Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Incest Brother Sister Cream Pie First Slow
Epilogue
We continued to share a bed a lot. Nat was adamant we not restrict ourselves when it came time to leave the nest; we were having sex, yes, and it was great, but we were siblings. There wasn’t really a future for us out there if we did that for the rest of our lives exclusively with each other (despite the Marks’ supposed success). So, during the rest of high school, we went on dates and kissed some other people, but never got into anything serious. We never even talked about birth control, so we thought we were pretty lucky that I’d never knocked her up (although we’d fantasized about it during sex often enough.) We only had sex with each other, though, until Nat went away to college. That was where she met her husband. She always told me she didn’t feel bad sneaking sex in with me when we saw each other, even after she’d married him. Because I was her brother, I’d always be in her life, but she wasn’t about to leave me for him. I also wouldn’t be someone her husband would be suspicious of her having sex with, although I wondered if he knew, but never asked. I enjoyed the stolen time with my first lover as she rode me to bliss. Nobody could ever make me cum quite the way Natalia could. Perhaps it was because of all our history. Besides, it was best to keep our relationship good ... our sibling relationship, of course.
Later, she and her husband had trouble conceiving. It seemed there was a reason I’d never accidentally knocked her up all those years we’d fucked long, deep, and continuous. But once she did get pregnant, she was insatiable. Once she came to me after saying she had been with her husband three times that day already. I fucked her into a lather even though I’d been planning to go out on a date that night, making her cum three times, enjoying the feel of her swollen stomach and pretending the child growing in her was my own. I think she did, too—it was just too hot a fantasy for us both, when it had been something we’d often pretended in earlier years.
We never talked about our other partners, or how they ‘measured up,’ because they weren’t really the kind of relationships we could compare ours to. There’s just something we can give each other that no one else can ... a special bond that we will never have with anybody else.
