Sockin' It To Sis

My sister had just told me a something that I wouldn't have believed - if I hadn't just fucked her. This is the wild story she told me. She said that our mother was a closet voyeur, that she really got off on watching other people doing the nasty. From the closet, or at lover's lane; even once with a telescope while pop boffed her from behind! My mom was a MILF - sure, but a kinky side to her was unsuspected. Parents were good at hiding their own pecadildos.

"Why do you think that we stopped going to drive-in movies as a family?" Tina asked. I had just banged her petite butt, the slapping sounds like a spanking, her bottom a rosy color from the drubbing. She was looking back over her shoulder, our position 'doggie', both of us drenched in perspiration. The question seemed to come out of the blue as my dick began to droop, the erection deflating after a hot session in my bed. She was visiting my apartment.

"I thought that it was because the local drive-in movie theater closed." I climbed out of bed. "Beer?" I asked as I started toward the kitchen.

"TWO!" My naked sibling called after me. I returned in a moment with a six-pack of Miller's Genuine Draft. I was without a stitch as well; neither of us were overly concerned about this casual nudity. Though it was the first time we had had sex with each other, we were both rather liberated in our mores and knew that about one another.

I was twenty and out on my own, but in the same burg as my folks. Sis lived at home but was recently graduated and going to beautician school. I made a living as an auto mechanic, with classes at night in electronics. She was working part time at the cosmetic counter of the hometown drugstore. She visited me once in a while, but our incestuous intimacy was a surprise to me. A happy and serendipitous one nonetheless, as Tina was a sexy as hell.

"No," she grabbed a beer and chugged half of it, "we stopped going to the drive-in because mom was uncomfortable at the couples making out in the cars next to us. The drive-in didn't close until a few years ago; it was one of the last in the country. It had a big write up in the local paper and they held a big party on the last night."

"Must've missed that, I don't read the paper much. So mom got embarrassed by the necking going on?"

"That's what I thought, but it turned out it was something different."

"What?"

"You're going to love this - she would get too turned on! Mother would get so hot and bothered by the people messing around in the other cars, she would have dad finger her to an orgasm!"

"You're shitting me!"

"Huh-uh. They stopped going when we got old enough we might have realize that something was going on in the front of the car, under the blanket. They couldn't do that anymore, as we could've caught on to their sexual shenanigans. So because mom couldn't control herself they would take us to the Cineplex, even though it was all the way to the next town, a half hour drive."

"Are you sure? How'd you find that out?"

"Mom told me." Tina had finished her beer and I handed her another. "That's not all! Wait 'til you hear what else I discovered, our parents - prudes they are not! In fact, dad says you might have been conceived at the drive-in!"

"Nooo!"

"Yup!" If so, it was either 'Killer Klowns From Outer Space', or 'Return Of The Living Dead'. Of course they didn't watch the films; they were balling in the backseat. Quarterback Grant would take cheerleader Vickie there; since he knew she would get so turned on he could get into her pants no problem. She got knocked up with you and the rest is our family history."

This was an evening full of surprises and revelations indeed. First I wind-up fucking my sister, then find out that I was likely started during a horror movie."

"You see, Stu, mom has a serious streak of voyeurism. She can't watch sex and not have an orgasm herself, it's like a compulsion."

"How did you discover that?"

Tina grinned and took a long gulp of her Miller's, "I thought you'd never ask!"

Earlier that wild night my doorbell rang, and when I answered it there stood my sister. I had no idea what was about to happen - but she did.

"Hi, Stu! Surprise!"

"Tina, what brings you over to this neck of the woods?"

"'Hank Aaron . . "

"Who's Hank Aaron?"

"I'm Hank Aaron for a cold brew! Bro, thanks!" and with that awful joke she walked in and headed straight for the fridge which was always well stocked with Miller's. I heard the pop of a tab as I followed her, my beer was on the end table next to the couch in my living room. "Lawdy! What a shit day at the store, we did inventory for the whole shop; all that bending down to count lipsticks and gloss and face-garbage just killed my back!"

"Did you want to borrow my hot-pad or would you need one of my back pills?" I could sympathize; scoliosis (curvature of the spine) had given me backaches since fifth grade. I wore a brace for a couple of years when I was in Jr. High, even as an adult I still got muscle spasms and pills from the doctor. My sister and I shared drugs, but usually it was pot when we partied.

"No, I have something else in mind. I might have stayed home and let dad get the kinks out, but the folks went to visit with the Bradleys to play bridge. I hear from Kim that you are a regular masseuse."

I had taken Kim, a friend of Tina's from when she was in high school, out for a couple of dates six months ago. Kim was tall and voluptuous, blond and busty. I had tried to use the back-rub ploy on our second outing to get into her pants, and it almost worked. However, she was interested in an even older fella and let him have her favors instead of yours truly. Too bad, she was a hot piece of tail! While I was willing to give Tina a massage, I didn't think that it would have any sexual overtones necessarily.

Tina was a pixie. Like Tinkerbelle, but dark, fair skinned with chestnut colored hair like mom, but of a delicate slender build and stature, which came from our paternal granny. Her pert breasts were well developed if proportionate, they were the best give away to her maturity, otherwise she might be mistaken for a kid in junior high. Our relationship was open and honest but had never gone beyond what most siblings do as they discover the difference between boys and girls. If she hadn't been my sister, I might have relished the thought of ravishing her diminutive figure. But like a bantam - that was one chick you didn't want to have mad at you if you valued your cock!

I said lightly without nefarious motivation, "Kim said I had talented fingers, tender without tickling."

"So I'm going to take you up on that talent and let you knead my back and attend my needs, before I go back home."

"Okay, why don't you lay down on the couch then?"

"Better yet, grab your beer and meet me in your bedroom. I'm going to pee and find the talcum powder."

I was somewhat surprised when she arrived from the bathroom. She had stripped and was wrapped my big beach towel from the linen cabinet. One hand clutched the terrycloth to her flank, the sides dividing at her hip like a short sarong with a high slit and the other hand held the talc atop her can of suds. I figured she had panties on but I couldn't see. She demurely lay on the mattress on her stomach, then propped up her torso to quaff the last of her beer and as she reclined once more Tina flipped the towel down to her waist. This proved she was no longer wearing a bra, afforded me a brief glimpse of her nips, and gave me the start of an erection.

I started to straddle her, but she stopped me with an emphatic, "NA-NA-NA!!! not with those scratchy jeans on!" So I slicked off my slacks and shucked my tee shirt too. Now as I straddled my sis once more, the beef-stick boner erectly rode between her buns on the rough fabric covering those firm haunches. I humped as I leaned forward to massage her shoulders. The pout of her pair of pretties pushed from beneath her ribs. Using the powder judiciously, I dusted her back to make it slippery. I worked down her backbone and back up her sides, my finger tips touching the flesh of her tits. She made no objection. They were tender yet firm, smoother than the skin over her muscles and each time I glided over them added oak to my woodie.

"Do my legs too, would you Stu?" she asked. I obeyed, thinking that this would defuse the growing sexual tension I at least was experiencing. Her feet were perfect little models of toes and arches and heels and ankles. I worked the metacarpals or whatever the anatomy was in the feet and got groans from Tina like she was in ecstasy. More talcum as I worked her calves and I knew that was important for somebody who stood for long periods, like she did behind the counter for her job. Then I moved up to her thighs, again a sprinkling of talc dust. I was taught by one of my earliest girlfriends that a gal's thighs were as sensuous in some ways as her breasts, an erogenous zone if you did it very gently without tickling. That's what almost did Kim in.

Tina was obviously enjoying my 'talented touch', her legs parted and I scootched up between them. My hands kneaded the slim limbs, higher and higher, first the left then the right - closer and closer to her behind. The light wasn't all that bright from the lamp on the nightstand but I could see no second layer of material under the terrycloth. I began to detect the scent of a woman, a female in heat. I was certainly hard. Tina was old enough to know what her lithe form did to men, and had not been shy tonight about exposing it to her brother. I wasn't perfectly convinced I was being seduced, or if we were just gravitating toward mutual desire for a consanguine convergence, but if it happened, I was not of a mind or physical state to object.

"Put powder on my tush and work the globes." she directed and grabbed the towel with her right hand and flung it to the floor. Her bare bottom was exposed, the ass crack like a big sideways smile. My face had a shit eating grin too, since this could almost for sure descend into indecent acts of incest that night. To add further proof that Tina was ready for an encounter with her sibling's sabre in her scabbard, the sprinkling of white evidenced that the juncture of her crotch was damp. I took thorough pleasure in mauling the buns of my sis, using the rotation to spread and expose the private places that were waiting my exploration with my instrument of love.

Her hips rose at a tilt and signaled it was time to connect in the most intimate way we could. With a snake like undulation I shimmied off my underpants, little kicks cleared them from my legs completely and I socked my cock to the target of Tina's raised and open pussy. The juicy hot hole was tight, but gave readily to the invasion of my prick. I thrust my dick forward trying to bury it as deep as possible in that delicious flesh. She made motion back toward me to help, but after several strokes I took charge and simply grabbed her hips and lifted, while simultaneously plowing my raging hard-on all the way to the root.

"YEAH!!!" she shouted her affirmation that this was what she wanted. I didn't wait for any adjustment by her to my length, but went at it like a machine, jack-hammer hot and heavy in that sweet center of carnal pleasure. Tina was right with me, and while I expected to cum quickly, especially since she was clearly popping off several paroxysms while we banged away; I was able to continue quite some time before my balls and boner signaled the impending climax of my jism's rush. Then there was no more of our variations, slow plugging alternating with fast furious jams, then side-way with rotations of 'stick-shift' fancy moves. Finally just slam-slam-slam on those spanky butt-cheeks in that slutty sibling that was calling, "YES!-YES!-YES! -EEEK!!EH!!" as I flooded her quim with my sperm.

We stopped, locked in coitus, to catch our breath and savor the glow in our loins.

"Why do you think that we stopped going to drive-in movies as a family?" Tina asked.

I was confused for a moment, but then I answered, "I thought that it was because the local drive-in movie theater closed." I climbed out of bed. "Beer?" I asked as I started toward the kitchen.

And so that wild evening's revelations commenced. I became enlightened as to a family secret my sister had discovered about my mom. Further, she told me about how mom had set sis and our father up; so that she could watch the two of them ball. Our liaison was not the first incest in our family, and with Tina's help, and mom's weakness, it wouldn't be the last; there was yet another combination waiting to be consummated - mom and me!