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Elderly Incest
by paulphenomenon
Ted and Jill Mitchell had produced two daughters. Both daughters had
married well; in fact, Ted had sold his construction business to his
oldest daughter's husband and had taken an early retirement. Their
youngest daughter had given them three grandchildren, all girls. That
part
of their life functioned and gave them much joy, but Ted wondered if
he
still loved his wife.
Jill had changed from the women he fell in love with so long ago, and
the
changes had produced a crisis in their marriage. Oh, she was still
beautiful; she radiated an elderly loveliness in her face and her soft
voice still pleased his ears. They had grown old together. His body
drooped like hers, so if her appearance didn't excite him any longer,
he
felt certain his did little for her. But slow, inevitable
deterioration in
physical appearance over many years rarely caused loss of love. No, he
debated his love for her because he believed she no longer loved him.
The years had altered her attitudes and focus. In the beginning she
glanced frequently at him with love-dappled eyes, and he had basked in
being the core of her interest. But that time had passed many years
before, and still they remained in love with each other. Then came the
long middle years, the friendly and polite period, void of any real
passion. During this time, she became a friend; he still considered
her
his best friend - but not a lover. The friendship had been the one
factor
that allowed the marriage to continue.
Now he even doubted the friendship. Her only passion today was her
religion. Her deep involvement in her religion had not sprung
full-blown
overnight, but rather inexorably developed over a long period. As the
years slipped by she had reverted more and more to the religious
conditioning of her childhood and the faith taught to her by her
parents.
Because he could not accept the same beliefs, intimate discussions
between
them became awkward. Her innermost thoughts involved her belief in her
God
and the tenets of her faith. She had intermittently tried to convert
him
to her religion, but he had defensively rejected her attempts. Because
he
didn't share and would never accept her faith, she excluded him from
discussions about the one passion in her life. Conversely, because
religious zealots, he knew, would condemn many of his beliefs and
attitudes, and because he was uncertain which would be accepted and
which
would be rejected or condemned by his wife, intimate communication
between
them had ceased.
With such a marital rift, he no longer approached her to satisfy his
sexual needs. Surprisingly at first, she had complained about his lack
of
sexual interest, but except for the complaints had never tried to
initiate
any intimate activity with him.
The Sister and her Husband
Fred White was Eve Lathum's second husband. She had not changed her
surname to White for business reasons, she claimed. Now she was happy
she
had resisted her second husband's request to change her name to his.
Her first husband had been the love of her life, and she had fully
expected to grow old with him. He had been a giving man and had chosen
a
profession that satisfied his need to help the less fortunate. But
helping
the downtrodden didn't pay well. The young husband and wife barely
made it
from one month to the next on his meager salary as a social worker,
but
their love and zest for life more than made up for the lack of funds.
Then
one day when he tried to remove an abused child from her home, the
child's
father murdered him. He left his young wife emotionally devastated and
with two young children to raise by herself. With no time to mourn
properly, she scrambled to find work to keep her distressed family
together. Drifting from one bad-paying job to another, she finally let
a
broker talk her into selling homes part time to augment her income.
Now
she owned her own real estate company.
Her son, the oldest and still single, lived in another city and worked
as
an attorney for a prominent law firm. Her daughter started graduate
studies in literature at an eastern university shortly before the
second
husband had planted himself in her life. Eve had been looking for
love,
believed she had found it, but the blush on the bride quickly turned
pale
as she ferreted out previously hidden traits in the man she had
married.
He was a neat freak and downright stingy. At first the sex had been
good,
but had diminished both in frequency and quality. He professed to love
her, told her frequently that he adored her, but she soon realized the
declarations were lip service. She knew he had already been unfaithful
at
least once and suspected he jumped the fence at every opportunity. She
told him the marriage was over, and while he found a new place to live
and
remove his belongings from her home, she planned to visit her brother.
It
had been years since brother and sister had spent any time with each
other, but with the exception of her children, Eve's brother was the
only
person she loved.
The Sister
I hope he's waiting at the gate, Eve thought as she struggled with her
luggage, finally yanking it from the overhead compartment. She had
last
seen her brother three years before when he had visited her for her
fifty-fifth birthday. That makes him sixty now, she considered. My
god,
we're getting old.
As she exited the gate she spied Ted's grin spread across a rugged
face;
the broad smile took years off his age. He's still a hunk, she
thought, as
he took her in his arms and hugged her.
"You're a sight for sore eyes, pretty sister," he said still holding
her.
"You don't know happy you made me when you called and told me about
this
visit."
His eyes did appear as if he appreciated what he saw; they sparkled
with
pleasure but also radiated a sultry look, one that proclaimed, "I want
you." He had often given her that look, and Eve was pleased to see it
again. She wiggled in his embrace, enjoyed the feel of him flat
against
her from chest to knees. Too bad he's married and my brother, she
thought.
But then, Ted has always turned me on. Without the incest taboo, I'd
have
tripped him so he fell between my legs when we were teenagers.
"I'm happy to see you, Ted, but I'm not happy," she said "My marriage
is a
mess. How's Jill, your children and grandchildren?"
"I'm sorry about your marriage, Eve. I know a divorce is traumatic at
best. I've watched quite a few friends go through the messy process.
Just
know I'm here for you. As for my family, everyone is hale and hearty.
Jill
would be here, but she had some all-day meeting at the church she
couldn't
get out of. My youngest granddaughter, Ellen, is three now and reminds
me
of you when you were her age. She's an imp and a big flirt. Her
granddaddy
doesn't have a chance. She has me wrapped around her little finger,
like
you did then - still do if I were to admit it, which I won't."
Eve wiggled again, flirting unconsciously and pleased by his comments.
She
felt the press of the beginnings of an erection against her and then
felt
her brother back away slightly.
He's blushing, the old goat is actually blushing, Eve thought. Time to
tease, she decided. She pulled her hands from his shoulders and
encircled
his neck as she buzzed him with a kiss, not a passionate one, but
certainly not sisterly. The erection blossomed a little more, and Eve
wiggled against it.
"Jill must not be taking care of you properly, big brother," she said
with
an impish grin.
Instead of more blushing, a scowl crossed his face. "Jill and I
haven't
made love for over a year, Eve." Abruptly his mood changed and he
smiled.
"Leave it to my bawdy sister to ignite my hibernating libido. You're
still
the biggest tease I know. Let's go; I'll carry this bag, and
undoubtedly,
we'll need a skycap for the rest of your luggage."
The Brother
Ted set the last of her luggage on the bed in the guest room. "There
you
go. Are you hungry? Need to rest from the flight? Thirsty? What? Your
wish
is my command, pretty one," he said.
"I sat next to a fat lady doused with perfume on the flight. If you
don't
mind, I'll take a shower to wash away her scent, and then change into
some
casual clothes."
"Okay, I'll be down working."
"Oh, I thought you retired."
"I did, but I watch the stock markets and make frequent adjustments to
my
portfolio. I fired my broker; it's easier and more profitable to do my
own
trading online. Also I've started to write again. It's too late in
life to
make writing a career, but still I enjoy it. I have managed to have
some
stories published, though only on the Internet, not in the print
media. I
was even paid real money for the effort."
"I'm pleased, really happy you're writing again, Ted. You've always
had a
talent as a wordsmith. Let me shower, and then the first thing I want
to
do is read one of your stories. What's the genre?"
Ted hesitated. He wanted to tell her. He wanted to tell someone.
Perhaps...
"Erotic fiction. Eve, you're the first person I've told. It's not that
I'm
ashamed of what I write, but Jill wouldn't understand. She'd consider
it
pornography and think I had lost my mind. If..."
"Marvelous! My big brother is a dirty old man," she said giggling.
"Well,
I love erotica. My first husband and I used to read the Penthouse
Letters
in bed together, and then fuck like bunnies. While I'm showering, you
pick
out a story. Now leave me, so I can wash that fat lady's stink away."
Well, that takes care of my worry that my stories would embarrass Eve,
and
in the process embarrass me, Ted thought as he started his computer.
She
was tickled with herself when she gave he a hardon at the airport.
She's
always been pleased when she aroused me. In our early teens, I
remember,
she'd purposefully run around the house in bra and panties and then
giggle
and wiggle and squirm and rub up against me until a bulge appeared in
my
pants. If I had not been her brother, I'd have flipped her onto her
back
on my bed and fucked her. That would have stopped her teasing, but she
was
my sister, and she knew I wouldn't jump her, so she teased and flirted
and
practiced her feminine wiles on me before applying them to the boys
she
dated. She was a round-heeled hussy too, delightfully so - not slutty,
after she started fucking.
He scrolled through the files that held his stories and debated which
to
present her, but the debate was fraudulent, he knew. Before he started
searching, he had already made up his mind which story he wanted her
to
read. Coincidently, it was also the first to be published. He clicked
on
the title, and when it opened, started to send the document to his
printer. No, he told himself. It's too long, and I don't want a hard
copy
hanging around that Jill could find. I'll put Eve in front of the
computer
and let her read it from the monitor.
He chuckled. She's teased me to the point of exasperation; maybe I'll
get
even when she reads this story. With a click of the mouse, he sent the
story to the task bar, and pulled up his browser to surf the Internet
until his sister finished her shower.
The Sister
I don't know why I'm such a tease when it comes to Ted, she thought. I
know it's not nice, but I can't seem to stop myself. It's a habit, no
doubt. And I'm too old to learn new tricks. She looked in the mirror
and
grimaced. Old! No wonder Fred ran around on me, though I'm more
attractive
than the sluts I suspect he fucked - all of them. My tits are still
okay.
That's one benefit to perky tits; they age well. My waist has
thickened,
my hips have broadened and gravity is winning in the ass department.
Still, not too bad for my age. I hate getting old! Just hate it!
What to wear, she asked herself as she slipped into panties. She set
out a
pair of shorts and a blouse and reached for a fresh bra. No, no bra,
she
decided and tweaked her nipples. That's better, she thought after she
had
donned the blouse. The no-bra look increases the tease factor. She
wiggled
into the shorts and checked out her ass and long legs in the closet
door
mirror. My legs are still my best feature, she thought as she quickly
ran
a brush through her hair. She liked her short hairstyle. Easy to care
for,
it curled around and framed her face, and the auburn coloring nearly
matched the natural color of her youth before gray had taken over. A
little lipstick and it was time for show and tease. She padded down
the
stairs barefoot. Red toenails matched the red on her fingers and at
her
lips.
"Casual but sexy," Ted said with a look of approval as she turned at
the
landing. "I'm having an iced tea. What can I get you?"
"The same."
He poured tea over ice in two tall glasses. "Unless you've changed
your
mind, the story is on the computer in my den. Do you mind reading from
a
monitor?"
"Not at all, and I'm still eager to read your stories, Ted. Lead the
way."
He sat her in front of the computer, reached over her, slid the mouse
to
the task bar and clicked on the story. It rose on the screen.
"The Tease by Adam Johnson," Eve read aloud. "Who is Adam...oh, I
guess an
alias is necessary when you write erotica." She glanced back and up at
him
and caught him looking down her blouse. She grinned, happy she had
decided
to leave off her bra. "Like what you see, big boy?" she asked
giggling.
"Yes, I've always liked what I saw when I looked at you, little
sister.
I'll leave you with the story. Holler if you need anything. I'll be in
the
living room."
Before she finished the first page, Eve knew Ted had drawn on their
youth
as brother and sister for both the plot and the main characters of the
story. The sister teased, and the brother masturbated.
Damn, this story is making me hot, Eve thought. She remembered that
Ted,
like the brother in the story, often disappeared into the bathroom
after
she had teased him, and she suspected he jacked off to relieve the
tensions she had created. Ted's descriptions of the sister's body and
the
brother's lewd fantasies about what he wanted to do with his sister's
body
had pushed Eve's arousal buttons. His narrative of the brother's cock
and
the sensations the teenager experienced during his jack-off sessions
pushed Eve's arousal higher. When finally the brother decided he
wasn't
going to take his sister's teasing anymore, Eve agreed. Enough was
enough!
After reading the scene about the brother and sister's first fuck
together, Eve realized she had been rubbing her pussy on top of her
shorts.
Incest is sexy, she decided and looked over her shoulder. Ted wasn't
in
sight so she sucked in her stomach and slipped her hand down the front
of
her shorts. Her panties were soaked! Finding herself too hampered, she
popped the top button on her shorts and lowered the zipper a little.
That's better, she thought as her fingers easily reached all the
places on
her cunt she wanted to touch. Her other hand reached inside the blouse
and
she fondled her breasts. She reached in and out of her blouse when she
needed manipulate the mouse as she read.
The second sexual encounter between brother and sister in the story
employed oral sex, and from Ted's portrayal of the brother sucking off
his
sister, Eve knew Ted was more than experienced; he was a master at the
art
of cunnilingus. Eve's finger pushed her panties to the side, and she
plunged the digit as far as she could into her sloppy cunt. The
fingers on
her other hand twisted and pulled on her nipples.
"No better compliment..."
Eve jumped, quickly removing the hand from her shorts and the other
from
her blouse. She blushed and stammered, "I - ah, I couldn't help
myself.
Jeez, Ted, you made me jump a foot."
"As I started to say, no better compliment can a reader give the
author of
erotica than the one you just gave me," Ted said.
"God, I'm embarrassed."
"No need to be embarrassed. Erotica is supposed to heat up the libido.
I've masturbated often while reading other authors' stories."
"Do you - ah, do you get hot while you're writing your own stories?"
Eve
asked.
"Oh yes. That story took much longer to write than it should have
because
of my frequent need to relieve myself. I usually let the first draft
flow
without taking much time for proper grammar or spelling. The sex
scenes
are raw and vulgar and highly arousing when I first write them. But to
a
reader, they would be confusing. Sometimes during the first draft I
write
so fast to keep up with my imagination, the words become disjointed. I
always go back and edit after I make myself come. However in the
rewrite
to straighten out the mess, I try not to lose the raw flavor of the
action
and the sensations the characters experienced in the first draft."
"Sit down over there, and let me finish - finish the story, not the
other," she said and blushed again. When he sat Eve noticed a
prominent
bulge and a wet spot at the top his trousers. At least I'm not the
only
one hot and bothered, she thought as her eyes returned to the screen.
"Damn Ted, this is hot. Reading about incest makes me hot, hot, hot,"
Eve
said after she had read for a few minutes. She looked over at her
brother.
The wet spot had expanded.
The Brother
Ted noticed the direction of her glance.
"Yes, I'm hot, too," he said. "When I saw you playing with yourself I
became harder than I've been in years. If you want, go ahead and
finish
what you started - both the story and yourself."
"I don't know, Ted. I don't know if I can with you sitting there."
"Why not? Just think of it as the ultimate tease."
Eve's expression saddened. "I'm sorry, Ted. I know I'm a tease,
especially
with you."
Damn it, I don't want her feeling sad, Ted thought. I want her happy
and
horny.
"Don't be sorry, Sis. I admit, your teasing frustrates me, but
nonetheless
I enjoy it. You can infer by reading that story that I loved seeing
you
bounce around the house in your bra and panties. I particularly
enjoyed it
when you gave me peeks of your tits and your cunt."
"I never gave you a peek of my cunt, never, at least not on purpose."
"Your memories aren't as vivid as mine then. I remember a time - you
were
about fifteen, I think - when you exited the bathroom after a shower
wrapped in a towel. The towel somehow fluttered to the floor, and you
bent
over to pick it up. That beaver shot fed my fantasies for years."
Eve giggled. "Right, now I remember."
"Go ahead, finish the story, and if the urge hits you again, finish
yourself. I need some new material for my fantasies."
Eve's eyes returned to the screen, but she kept glancing back to her
brother. Finally she said, "What would you say if I told you I didn't
want
to tease you anymore, Ted?"
"I'd say that's a shame. I love your teasing. It's one of few bright
spots
in my life."
Eve rose from the computer chair and settled herself astraddle her
brother's lap. "You don't understand, big brother," she said and
wrapped
her arms around his neck. "So, I'll give you a clue."
Her kiss started slow as she explored his mouth with her lips and her
tongue. When she had found all the sensitive places, the rest of her
body
became part of the embrace. Her crotch humped against his erection,
and
her breasts rubbed back and forth against his chest as the kiss
accelerated in intensity. Ted had never been kissed so thoroughly in
his
life.
"No more teasing, big brother. It's time for me put up or shut up."
She
kissed him again and tried to place one of his hands inside her
blouse.
"Please touch me, Ted. I need your hands on me."
When Ted started to unbutton her blouse, she helped and before long
both
his hands roamed her breasts.
She moaned softly and said, "No more teasing."
Ted explored while she kissed him again. Her nipples, he discovered,
were
marvelously sensitive to his fingers, and when she finished the kiss,
he
pulled her up and sucked one of her breasts into his mouth, as much as
his
mouth could hold. His lips smacked loudly when he released one tit and
switched to the other to repeat the action, and then his tongue and
lips
danced from one nipple to the other. Her moans and sighs indicated her
pleasure.
He felt her fumbling with his belt and zipper, so he helped by sliding
back a little and lifted himself slightly when she tugged. Soon she
had
his trousers around his knees and his cock in her hand.
"Ah, finally," she whispered as if in awe as she gazed down at his
erection, "finally I get to see you, see your beautiful cock, and feel
it!
God, the end of it is as wet as my cunt; it's slimy with your juices.
No
more teasing. No more teasing, Ted. It's time to fuck. I want my
brother's
cock in me. I want it in me now."
She rose to her feet and shoved her shorts and panties to the floor.
When
she settled back on his lap, she didn't hesitate. Taking his cock in
hand,
she hitched her ass quickly back and forth, dragging the head of the
shaft
though the crease of her cunt.
"I want your cock, big brother," she said again, her voice husky with
lust
as she inserted the head of his prick into her cunt hole. "I want it
in me
now!"
Ted nearly came when his cock split the lips of her pussy and then
relentlessly slid through the hot and wet membranes to finally settle
against her cervix. "Oh," he said, "it's better than I imagined all
these
years."
"Much better, much better," she aped his words and her hitching
movement
accelerated. "I'm going to come, big brother. It's too soon. I'm like
a
bunny. I'm trying not to, but... No, I can't stop! Yes! Yes, yes, yes,
I'm
coming. I'm coming on by brother's cock! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck -
fuck -
fuck - fuck."
Ted felt her first contraction. The one's that followed, he ignored
because his own orgasmic contractions took center stage. Grabbing her
ass
cheeks firmly, he slammed up against her hitching pubic bone, and
drove
himself as deeply into her as he could. He shuddered and started his
own
hitching movement timed for each contraction in his cock. He felt his
semen spit from his cock to her cervix with each orgasmic seizure.
Finally, he relaxed and fell limply back to the chair. Now he could
feel
her spasmodic cunt again, and he basked in the sensation of feeling
his
sister climaxing on his cock. Her contractions slowed, became less
frequent, and she settled heavily on him with her head and face hidden
in
his shoulder.
A moment later, she looked up at him. Happy tears dotted her eyes. She
smiled.
"No more teasing," she whispered.
The End