Chapter 1

“Brian, can I sleep here tonight? It’s cold in my bed,” my sister Morgan asked me rather abruptly last December, just days before Christmas.

“Morgan, you’re eighteen years old and have plenty of blankets to keep you warm. It’s not my fault that you don’t bundle up enough, sis. Maybe you should ask for better pajamas for Christmas before it’s too late,” I shook my head at the antics of my Welsh half-sister, who had moved in with us after coronavirus killed her mother.

“Mum let me sleep with her ... until she... , “ Morgan hesitated to say it.

“Died of a highly communicable disease? You’re lucky that they let you into the country. They must have tested you at the consulate or something. If Dad wasn’t an American, you’d be shit out of luck. They don’t let too many Brits or any other Europeans into the States these days. Now, try to get some sleep and don’t spoon me this time. Last time you gave me a boner!” I was in a foul enough mood to speak the truth, awkward as it was.

“Yes, I felt it, bro! It was fucking large, too! Especially for a boy of nineteen! All for me and my pale, freckled bum? I’m flattered!” Morgan blurted while getting very cozy with me under the covers.

“You’re naked ... again! No wonder you can’t get warm, sleeping in the nude like that!” I rolled my eyes, even as Morgan persisted in spooning me, you guessed it, with her butt pressed to my groin.

“Oooh, someone’s rather stiff ... nice and woodsy! Is that for me? I think that someone likes rubbing his dick against my arse! It’s a rather nice bottom, don’t you think? Your cock does, that’s for sure. It’s okay if you want to do that ... this, I mean. I won’t complain, I swear!” my sister played up her feminine charms to tease me further.

“Sis, that’s not fair ... to tease me with what I can’t have like that,” I griped, even as Morgan kept it up, her sweet, freckled ass rubbing me just the right way as I spooned her.

“Whoever said that you can’t have it? I never did! You want this arse ... it’s yours, bro!” Morgan teased me even more as she emphasized her sentiment by trapping my cock between her cheeks.

“But ... I’m your brother ... you’re my sister! That would be ... incest!” I protested now.

“Didn’t stop Mum and me ... I loved eating her out and having her eat me out, too! Yeah, Mum and I were lovers from my fourteenth birthday until she got sick. Four fucking years of me munching on Mum’s fanny, her quim, sucking her teats ... her sweet, lickable bum! Four years of kissing her sweet lips! Four years of sucking on her clit and having her head between my thighs, driving me mad. Four years of her rimming me until I screamed like a banshee.

“I still slept with blokes ... and none of them knew that I got it on with Mum ... none of them had any clue of it. Mum encouraged me so that no one suspected the truth about us ... plus she liked to lure lads into her bed, too. Mum liked youths ... and maidens. She seduced all of my mates, male and female alike, as long as they were at least fourteen. That was her cut-off point. She taught me well how to be a proper tart ... a good, loving strumpet!” Morgan now revealed that her “innocence” was a mere ruse, an act.

No wonder that her mother had seduced Dad into that affair while in Cardiff on business. A very friendly, passionate Welshwoman with red hair, freckles, green eyes, and pale skin, who could refuse that? She probably invited a lass or lad or both to join them in bed as a sweetener, from the sound of it. The apple didn’t fall far from that tree at all. I had to wonder if Dad had any clue what kind of living, breathing firecracker lived under his roof in the form of his daughter, my half-sister.