Chapter 3

Note 2: Thanks to Estragon for copy-editing and LaRascasse for plot suggestions.

The next few hours were excruciating. I desperately wanted to attempt to deflower my sister, yet I had to wait. Celebrating my parents' 25th anniversary was fun. I especially enjoyed giving a speech called "Ten things you don't know about my parents!", but pretending to be civil to a bunch of relatives we usually only see at funerals and weddings was grating my nerves. Every once in a while, my sister and I would make eye contact and her face would flush. There was no doubt she was mine; the question was how to finish the play.

It was after supper when I finally had a brief moment of alone time with Lilly.

Surprising me, it was she who went on the offensive. "As soon as the dance gets underway, I will be going to the wine cellar."

Before I could respond, she was gone and I had to adjust my growing cock in my pants. From opposite ends, we watched our parents dance to their wedding song and then throughout the mother-son and father-daughter dances, we continued to give each other knowing, teasing glances. The sexual tension was bubbling to the surface, and I was worried if the guests watching us could see the raw desire we both had. My stiff cock, unable to be released, actually poked my Mom briefly and it was my turn to go bright red.

My Mom quipped, "Oh my Anthony, who are you checking out?"

I stammered, "I-I-I'm sorry Mom."

She chuckled softly. "It's OK, son, I'm glad you're young and virile. Plus, grandchildren would be nice."

Hearing my Mom talk so casually about sex, I briefly wondered about the odds of getting her in the horizontal mambo. My Mom was still a very beautiful woman, although she never completely lost the baby weight from her pregnancies, and the reason for my pantyhose fetish. I grew up seeing her wearing them every day and spent many hours staring at her stocking-clad feet. I spent just as many hours stroking my cock thinking of fucking my mother. Attempting to maybe, just maybe, plant a seed that probably wouldn't grow, I smiled, "Mom, I wasn't looking at anyone else, I was just enjoying the company of my beautiful mother."

My Mom's face flushed and she couldn't resist breaking out a shy smile, the kind I often have seen when I laid on the charm to some unsuspecting, or in truth sometimes expecting, prey I was hoping to score with. I waited for her to say something, but she broke eye contact and the moment was gone. I did make sure on a couple of more occasions throughout the dance to make my manhood's presence known. When the song was done, attempting to leave one more tiny sprinkle of subtlety, I hugged her tightly, letting my nine-inch cock rest against her. While in the brief embrace, I made sure to pulse my cock, so she felt the entire length of my cock ... as I hoped curiosity would get the better of my mom. I kissed her on the cheek and whispered, "I love you, Mom."

She whimpered, clearly distracted by my touch and hard member, her eyes unreadable, "I-I-I love you too, son."

The brief embrace ended and only she and I knew of the sexual undertones that resonated between us while others looked on.

I returned her to Dad, gave him a sturdy hand shake and a quick man hug that included the traditional patting on the back. They were quickly pulled into a big circle dance and I scanned for my sister, who was nowhere to be found. My cock leading the way, I swerved my way through the swarm of guests and made it to our rendezvous, a hungry scavenger.

Disappointingly, Lilly was not there yet. My raging hard-on was highly frustrated. The whole day's build up was about to burst, especially after the hot encounter with my Mom. If I didn't shoot my load soon I would burst like the Hoover Dam.

I waited a few minutes before my pretty sister arrived, closing the door. The shy, nervous and insecure woman from earlier was gone and replaced with a lustful hunger, like a hunter searching for prey. She walked to me, fell to her knees, quickly unzipping my pants, unbuckling my belt and pulling out my fully erect cock. I couldn't believe her next words, "I have been craving this all day."

Before I could even attempt some sort of quick-witted comment she devoured my cock whole. I don't know how she did it, but while deep-throating me and bobbing back and forth with slut-like speed, she also created a whirlwind of saliva that made my cock feel like it was in a Jacuzzi. Clearly hungry for my cum she never once slowed down, never once stopped and in less than five minutes I was coating my sister's throat with my cum. Like the expert cocksucker she was, she never slowed down as my excessive load exploded in her mouth. She didn't stop until every last drop of my cum had been captured and savored, before she stood back up and admitted, "I can't get enough of that."

"I am always willing to share with you," I quipped back.

"But you are my brother," she sighed, frustrated it seemed by the fact that she craved her sibling's cum.

I shrugged, and admitted trying to soften her up for my long term goal, her virginity, but also to comfort her and me. "Lilly, many siblings experiment with each other. And wouldn't you rather experiment with someone you love than random strangers?"

"I suppose," she wavered, desperately wanting permission to continue to do what we had just started to do.

I looked into her eyes, saw into her soul, her anxiety, her desire, and said sincerely, saying to a woman and meaning it for the first time ever, "I love you, Lilly."

She smiled back, a heavy burden seemingly lifted from her shoulders, "I love you, too, Anthony."

I kissed her gently, like lovers do. At first it was tentative and slightly awkward, but as the incest taboo faded from our minds ... carnal lust emerged. Our tongues danced in each other's mouths and the longer the kiss lasted the more passionate the kiss became. Finally, I broke it and said, "I want to make love to you, baby sis."

She was startled by my declaration and looked down, again shy and nervous. "I don't know, Anthony. What we are doing is pretty crazy, but actually having sex seems to cross a line."

I kissed her neck, and whispered, "If you think what I did to you earlier felt amazing, wait until I make love to you."

Her moans increased and I could tell I had her considering my taboo offer when someone tried to open the door.

Lilly went pale as a ghost and I, very good at improvising, suggested, "Don't panic. We will open the door and if whoever it is we just say we were having a private conversation and needed somewhere quiet. No one is going to remotely think that you and I, polar opposites and siblings, were doing anything remotely inappropriate."

"Good call," Lilly said, realizing my logic was right.

I opened the door and it was Mom, with a strange look on her face like she knew exactly what we were doing. She said, "I was wondering where you two were."

I covered, "Oh, just getting away from the chaos for a bit and helping Lilly with a problem she is having."

Mom looked to Lilly, again with a smile that wasn't Mom, "Maybe I can help. What is it, dear?"

I smiled at the hilarious offer Mom just unknowingly offered, while Lilly, who apparently had no poker face, went pale again. She stammered, "Oh, oh, oh, um, just boy trouble."

Mom laughed, "And you asked Anthony? That is like asking Stalin how to show compassion."

"Hey," I shot back, "did you just compare your only son to a ruthless dictator who killed millions of people?"

"Well, when you put it that way it sounds pretty cold. But you are hardly the sensitive type that someone like Lilly would date."

That assessment would have been true until the last twenty-four hours, yet something in me had changed and I could not explain it. But hiding the new me, I shrugged, "Yeah, you are probably right."

I left my two sexy family members alone, my head actually imagining a threesome where my sexy sister and my beautiful mother were entwined in a sweet, slow, simmering sixty-nine while I watched. I shook my head and tried to plan how I was going to get with my sister again.

I returned to the party, grabbed a drink and just sat back and relaxed. A few minutes later Lilly returned to the party, but went in the opposite direction. The next couple of hours were sheer torture as the only thought in my head was deflowering my sister. I didn't want to fuck her though, I wanted to make love to her; to show her how great sex could be.

It was almost midnight when my adorable sister grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the dance floor for a slow song. As we danced, my sister said, "I can't believe Mom almost caught us."

I replied, determined to keep her calm, "But she didn't, Lilly. And she has no clue of what we have done or what we are about to do."

"Oh, Anthony," she replied, her tone implying her conflicting emotions. "I always wanted my first to be special."

I smiled at her old-fashioned values and her sincerity, all the while noticing the irony considering she had blown so many random strangers. "Lilly, there is nothing more special than making love to someone you love and who loves you back. I wish I had a sweet DeLorean to go back in time and lose my virginity to someone I loved instead of Mrs. Parker."

"Mrs. Parker," Lilly gasped. "She is in her sixties."

I lost my virginity to our neighbor after mowing her lawn one afternoon. She was a still pretty, albeit chubby woman, in her late fifties, and I ended up mowing her personal lawn too. "She was 58 thank you very much and smelled like Bengay. I still have nightmares and I have been in Afghanistan."

She laughed, before anxiety returned. "I just don't know."

The song was ending and I decided to take a chance and be slightly aggressive, playing I hoped on my sister's submissive eagerness to please. I leaned into her ear, making sure my hot breath was bathing her ear. "Our parents' room has a lock on it. I expect you there in five minutes, Lilly." I bit her ear playfully and subtly, and smiled in my head when I heard a soft moan escape her lips.

Before she could respond, I left her on the dance floor and never turned back.

I went to the washroom, cleaned up a bit and headed to my parents' room. Once inside, I waited to see if my aggressive plan would pay off. As expected, Lilly obeyed my instructions and met me in our parents' room. She was nowhere near as confident as she was a couple of hours ago when she devoured me whole with such reckless abandon.

Taking charge, I went behind her and locked the door. Once locked, I put my arms around her from behind and gently kissed the back of her neck. She was stiff as a board at first, but she slowly weakened as my hot breath teased the back of her neck. She weakly protested, "Anthony, this is wrong."

I unzipped her dress slowly as I whispered, "Lilly, I know a part of you is scared, yet the fact that you are here meeting me tells me deep down in your subconscious you want me as much as I want you." She didn't respond when I slipped the dress off her shoulders and allowed it to fall haphazardly onto the floor. I could see her shiver, so I spun her around and pulled her into me and began kissing her gently. Her already weak resolve melted away as she returned my kiss. Our tongues danced inside each other's mouth as we forgot about our shared genes and became the sexual beings we were. Controlling the situation, I broke the kiss and went to her ear and splattered gentle kisses all over. Her breathing began to increase and I took her hand and led her to the king-sized bed.