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 Title: My Playmate, My Sister Ch.  02
Summary: Parents return, Sara and her brother have a car trip.
Keywords: inc,fic
   My sister Sara and I lay spent in each other's arms, Sara's head nestled
in the crook of my neck allowing me to take in the sweet aroma of her hair.
We had just encountered the most passionate sex either of us had ever had,
and despite the fact we both wanted more of each other, neither of us had
the energy to move.  Instead we drifted off into a satisfied slumber.  Even
though I had just experienced her in the most intimate way possible, my
dreams were still filled with visions of my sister, and for good reason. 
She was the soon-to-be playboy playmate of the year and possibly the
hottest women in the universe: Sara Jean Underwood.  I imagined taking her
in every position, in every place I could think of, immersed in her
beautiful moans of ecstasy.
   I knew I could tell nobody about this new direction in my life and the
incredible luck I had stumbled upon, not that anyone would believe me
anyway.  It was all too much of a fairytale that a normal guy like me,
though I like to think I'm handsome and charismatic, would ever find myself
in the arms of a goddess like Sara.  She was the very image of perfection:
smooth, with a toned form, soft, hand-filling breasts, flowing blond hair
and an absolutely angelic face.  Though it had taken me finding her in the
pages of a playboy, I now couldn't possibly imagine making love to a more
ideal woman than Sara.
   "Girls like Sara don't show me the time of day," I thought, "let alone
my sister!"
   Nonetheless, as I awoke to an empty bed the next morning and shuffled
downstairs with sleep still in my eyes, there she was.  She truly was a
goddess, her silky blonde hair cascading around her gorgeous face.  My eyes
continued down, taking in her petite frame, smooth and toned in all the
right places.  I watched her for a moment as she bounced around the
kitchen; it was like I had court-side seats to one of the playboy photo
shoots I had found of her online only a week ago.  She seemed so happy,
with a beautiful smile on her face and an energy in her step that made her
glow; it was even better to know that I had a part in her cheerfulness.  As
she bent over to reach one of the lower drawers, a flash went off in my
mind, reminding me of a pose just like one of the photos I had seen.  Then
she arched her back and reached her hands up, stretching out the morning
stiffness, flash, a sexy pose only Sara could do just right.
   Flash again, I wish I'd had a camera as Sara reached up to a shelf just
a bit too high for a coffee mug, the little yellow sundress riding high
enough for me to see the pair of pink, lace bottoms she was wearing.  Sara
heard me behind her and knew that she had been giving me a show, making
sure the cup she wanted was far enough back to prolong my view.  As she
finally grabbed the mug she wanted, I slid behind her, causing her to
shiver just a little at my touch.  I put my hands on her arms gently and
simply stood there, taking her in.
   "Good morning to you too Andrew," Sara said seductively.
   "When you weren't there this morning, I thought I had dreamt it all up."
I complained.  I rubbed my hands up and down her arms and she leaned in to
me lovingly.
   "I considered giving you a little wake-up call," Sara said, placing her
hand gently on my hardening cock over my boxers, "but I figured you might
want to rest a bit more, I don't think I've ever been with a guy who lasted
that long before."
   I couldn't help myself, I slid my hands under the bottom of her dress,
strongly moving them over her smooth skin until we came to cup her flawless
breasts.  Sara continued massaging me through my shorts and my cock grew
into her palm in response.  She reached up and scratched at the back of my
head with her free hand.  Showing off the flexibility her yoga had brought
her, Sara turned and arched her back to bring her lips to mine, still
facing forward with my hands kneading her luscious mounds.
   The feeling of our hands upon each other was so gratifying for both of
us that we pushed against each other, Sara firmly planting her toned ass
against my growing member.  She stood up a bit on her toes and pushed her
little but over my shaft.  A few soft and playful bounces against me and my
body was begging for her.  My hands continued their worship of her body,
one focusing on her squeezable tits and another on her curved hips.  I
reached for her bottoms while still grasping one of her breasts, rolling
her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.  We dry humped each like that
for probably three minutes, our desperation and haste getting the better of
us.
   Sara needed me, and she writhed beneath my grasp, her hands prying me
closer to her.  Her heavy breaths forced themselves out as she tried to
keep her tongue locked in a back-and-forth battle with mine.  She purred
soft moans at me, her hips rotating her lower half around my hardness.  I
could almost feel the heat of her sex against my boxers and it snapped me
back to reality.  I had to be inside my this gorgeous playmate now and as
much as I could while this sexy little jackpot of luck was within my reach.
My own sister was the very definition of my lust and love and probably was
of any guy she had come across since her first photos were snapped.  I
reached down between us and hooked my finger on her panties and began to
push her bottoms down, preparing to take her right then and there.  We were
both aching for it, holding our breath as the material slid down her silky
when...
   "Hello!" said our mother, opening the front door.
   The mug Sara had been holding dropped from her hand into the sink,
shattering, as both Sara and I scrambled to separate.  I slid onto the
stool at the island and Sara smoothed out her shirt just as my mother
rounded the corner and gasped.
   "Sara!" both of us frantically looked around, thinking we had missed
something that would give us away, "you didn't tell me you were going to be
home!"
   I sighed in relief as my mother moved to hug Sara and I shook my dad's
hand as he followed his wife into the kitchen.  I noticed that my father
was looking across the kitchen instead of at me as I asked about their
vacation.  his eyes were locked on his little girl, whom he had not seen in
months, and I figured he was reacting to the sight before him just as I had
when I had first seen Sara days ago.
   "Sara, don't you think you should be a little more covered around your
brother?" asked Jim, our father as I poured myself a bowl of cereal.
   "Nice to see you too dad," Sara said with a smile on her face, "besides,
it's not like I was looking at me anyway, he's too focused on his food as
always."
   I immediately looked down into my cereal bowl and shrugged, hoping my
dad wouldn't push the issue any further.  I wasn't sure I'd be able to keep
my cool now that my mom and dad were back and our watchful eyes were upon
us.
   "I'm sorry, and it's good to see you too Sara, and I'm glad you're
back," Jim rebounded, "just try to cover up a bit more, okay?"
   "Sure daaaad," Sara drew out.
   "Leave her alone honey, she's a grown woman now," said Karen, our mom.
"Speaking of which, Sara, you have got to get me on whatever diet you are,
because you look great!"
   As the women chatted, our dad told me that he had forgotten his laptop
charger at home, and that they could only stay for two days on the boat
trip they had planned; ten days was too long for a lawyer such as my father
to be out of contact.
   "So kids..." started Karen, "we still have the sailboat for eight more
days, well seven now, and I think we should all head back to Florida today
so we don't end up wasting the money."
   I could feel my luck turning from bad to worse.  my morning had started
with the prospect of fucking the most gorgeous blonde vixen I'd ever known,
my sister, and a playboy playmate over the sink before I even ate
breakfast; and who knows what the rest of the week could have had held in
store.  I looked over at her, even with the flowing dress I could make out
her sexy frame, and I couldn't believe I had just been cock-blocked by my
own parents.  Sara caught me looking at her and made eyes at me to answer
my mother.
   "I don't know mom," I said unenthusiastically, "it's kind of short
notice.  Besides, how could we all even fit on the boat, especially with
your friends already there."
   "First of all," replied Karen, "I know for a fact you have nothing else
to do, and second, this is not just any sailboat, it's built to fit six
comfortably.  Of course, you'll have to share a room with Sara but it's
nothing you two haven't done before."
   Sara and I stole a glance, smirking at the double meaning, and we could
both feel our luck turning.  We knew we couldn't say no to our mother's
request and since Sara didn't have any photo shoots with playboy scheduled
for a few weeks, her tan could certainly use some work before then.  (Her
work with playboy was still unknown to Sara's parents and she intended to
keep it that way as long as possible.) We had nearly been caught fucking in
the kitchen moments before and had planned to do so as often as possible
before our parents returned home, but all was not yet lost.
   Hours later, we were packed and headed to the airport once again.  Sara
and I sat as close as possible in the backseat without looking
inappropriate as the car bumbled along.  Sara had to fight off smiles and
giggles as I gave her knowing looks and we chatted with our parents.  If we
were alone, we wouldn't be able to keep our hands of each other, but in
only a few hours we would have the opportunity once again.
   "I'm dying over here," I whispered to my sister as we both exited the
vehicle.
   "Me too, just a few hours and you can show me just how HARD it is for
you." she whispered back and pretended to stumble as she exited the
vehicle, pressing her little ass against my yearning cock.
   As we made our way through the airport toward our gate, Sara thought
about how things had changed in the few nights since she had returned home.
There had never been a shortage of guys begging for her attention, but the
way she and Andrew had come together had just felt so...  natural.  He was
just the kind of guy she was always looking for, caring and cute, but
sturdy and down-to earth.  All the guys she had met since college and now
in her work with Playboy felt so fake to her.  They were no different than
the TSA officer who joked that she had been randomly selected for a pat
down before eye-fucking her and waving her by.  She nearly threw herself at
me and wrapped her arm around mine when we were both through, she was so
disgusted with everyone but me.
   Our affection for each other became more manageable now that we had been
forced to act appropriately for long enough.  The flight to our connection
in Nashville was uneventful save the not-so-jokingly references we both
made toward joining the 'mile-high club.' We talked the entire flight,
interesting and loving conversation that had brought us so close in the
first place.  Our parents looked across the aisle, happy to see our
children getting along so well as Sara slumbered on my shoulder for the
last half-hour before landing.
   Unfortunately, as most things usually do, not everything worked out so
peachy in Nashville.  Due to our short-notice seats, and though we had
gotten lucky in Chicago on standby we would not be taking the afternoon
flight to Jacksonville as planned.  Even though our father could afford it,
even the first class seats were sold out, so given the choice to stay the
night and take the flight the next evening, we chose instead to rent a car
and drive the rest of the way.  Nobody was too happy about that, but once
again we found themselves shooting down the freeway toward our destination
in no time.  Always opting for the more luxurious option, our dad had
rented a large van with comfy captain's chairs and a large back row.
   After we all stopped for dinner, our father announced that he would
drive through the night and the rest of the family could sleep unless he
needed a replacement.  With the sky now completely dark and our mother
keeping my father awake in the front seat, I moved toward the front,
asking:
   "Everything okay up here?"
   "You bet, we've got our snacks and this Cat Stevens special on the radio
has got us in a great mood," replied Karen, enthusiastically.
   "Well, I haven't gotten much sleep from finals this past week so I think
I may go pass out on the seat in the back," I said with grogginess in my
voice.
   "Hey!" fired Sara, "I wanted that back seat, Andrew."
   "You'll just have to share it then, it's plenty big for the two of you,"
Karen mediated.
   I looked back, now realizing what my sister had intentionally done, and
saw that naughty grin on her face she'd shown me multiple times since she'd
been home.  Our father turned the music down in the rear speakers and I
made my way toward the back.  Sara quickly followed me, and as I laid down
on the large backseat, Sara took her place in front of me, sliding her sexy
frame so that I spooned her ever so slightly.
   Karen looked back at her two children; they seemed to be fidgeting a bit
to get comfortable in the darkness of the backseat.  She could just make
out their forms but thought that the seat must have been smaller than she
had previously judged.
   "Andrew, why don't you be a gentleman and take one of the blankets and
lay on the floor so Sara can sleep comfortably," she implored me.
   "It's okay mom, he's a big oaf but there's enough room for me," Sara
teased.  "Oohmphf," she let out just as she was finishing her sentence.
   "What's the matter honey," Karen asked upon hearing her daughter's funny
noise.
   "Nothing mom, just caught a bump back here," she lied.
   Truthfully, as Sara was teasing me to our mother, I had worked my hand
to her breast and pinched her nipple solidly over the fabric of her cotton
t-shirt.  Sara moistened at the contact and knew we had to be extra careful
with our parents in the front.  She reached behind her and took hold of my
cock with her hand ever so slightly.  She could feel me thrust my hips
forward at her touch and she wished we were alone so we could both release
the intense feelings of desire we had felt for the second time that day.
   "You know, I actually wanted to get a little sleep," I said quietly.
   "Oh, I'm so sorry, you go ahead," Sara replied, cutting off all contact
and crossing her arms in front of her.
   Too turned on by having my fuckable playmate sister curled up in front
of me, sleep was now the last thing on my mind.  Instead I began to tease
my sister by tickling lightly at the backs her crossed arms, trying to
break her from her feigned stubbornness.  Sara leaned away as I touched
her, trying to sell her act further, but I was not discouraged.  I moved my
hands down her abdomen and slipped my fingers just under the waist of her
athletic shorts.  I moved them slowly around the waistband, massaging
gently; it was becoming impossible for Sara not to react.  Then I began
pushing the shorts down just below her hips, exposing the white cotton
panties underneath and the wet patch they held over her sweet quim.  As I
moved my fingers toward it and felt the spot, I knew she wouldn't be able
to hold out for long.  I began to push one finger against the puffy lips
over her panties.
   "Still going to hold out on me?" I challenged her quietly.
   "You're the one who wanted the sleep," Sarah said back, holding her
ground.
   But truthfully, Sara couldn't take it anymore, Andrew was too good; it
was as he I knew all her sweet spots as well as she did.  She began to
gyrate her hips back against me and we were once again spooning firmly
against each other.  If felt so good to have Sara back in my arms, and
having her mouth-watering cheeks split over my fully hard cock didn't feel
so bad either.
   Rather than let me continue, Sara sat up quickly and quietly and
reversed her position.  Her face was now rather close to my cock, and she
wasted no time.  She grabbed at my waistband and pushed it down over my
cock.  I could feel her warm breath on my shaft and nearly shouted as she
grabbed a hold of my member and took the tip into her mouth.  Not to be
outdone, I pushed her shorts and panties down her legs in one move and
grabbed her hips in both hands.  Simultaneously, we then began to pleasure
the other.
   I darted my tongue out over Sara's clit, licking first in broad stokes
and then quickly over her little nub.  Sara held back a scream, and may not
have if she had not been inching my cock into her mouth at the time.  After
she worked it in and out about half-way a few times, Sara sucked gently at
my tip and flicked her tongue out over the slit.  I was in heaven - and I
too began to breathe heavily.  Using my fingers while continuing my attack
of her clit with my tongue, I reached up and worked a finger inside of her
tight little hole.  She began bucking at my touch and felt as if she could
hardly concentrate on the blow job she so wanted me to enjoy.  I continued
to lap at her cunny and Sara started moving involuntarily; I could feel how
strong her core was as her hips bucked in my hands.  I sucked her clit into
my mouth and pulsed around it as Sara neared her orgasm, her pussy now
getting wetter with each passing second.
   Sara too was getting the desired effect out of her efforts; I could
barely keep up licking at her with my tongue in between heavy breaths as
Sara's head bobbed over my stiff cock.  I had pulled her on top of me by
now and placed a blanket over our bodies.  The captain's chairs hid our
heads from view but if our parents had flipped the lights on we would
easily be found out.  Not to mention that Sara let out the occasional
squeal that was apparently just quiet enough to be drowned out by the
radio. I was glad of it because the I loved the sweet sounds that Sara
made, letting me know I was doing a good job on her.
   "Sara...  Sara...  I'm almost there," I alerted her.
   I expected her to release me as I continued stimulating her with my
fingers and tongue, but Sara had no such plans.  Seconds away from release,
she could feel me unintentionally thrusting toward her and she took me in
as far as I could go, massaging my soft sack with her nimble fingers. 
Once, twice, a third time she slid her luscious lips almost entirely up and
down over the length of my cock.  On the third she held me there and I
began to pump my semen into her mouth.  I was in heaven, breathing out
heavily onto her wet pussy as I shot rope after rope into her throat. 
Never before had a blowjob made me orgasm so hard.  I shuddered as Sara
pressed her lips over my sensitive tip, swallowing and erasing all traces
of my release.
   But Sara had been close just before I came, so as she proudly kissed the
tip of my member, I picked right back up where I had left off.  Sara was
back in no time to her panting and twisting about as I grasped firmly at
the soft skin of her ass and began to sink my tongue into her soaked canal.
She tasted so sweet, and I held her tight as she involuntarily fought my
hold on her because the pleasure was so intense.  She was dripping now, and
had to bury her head in the seat in order to hide her moans from our
parents.  I began to fear that they might turn around, but ignored the
thought as I sent my sister over the edge.  She arched her back, pressing
against me as I continued plunging my large tongue in and out of her,
making sure to connect with her clit every time.  Sara came hard, and as
her eyes rolled backwards and her vision went stark white, she was immersed
in a warm bath of ecstasy.  It flowed over her body forever, and when she
finally came to, she had to push my head away from her drenched pussy; even
my breath was too much for the sensitivity I had caused her.
   She lithely moved back into the spooning position, and we lay there with
each other, two lovers lay in a post-orgasmic bliss, unfathomably satisfied
and proud.
   "I don't think I'm ever going to be able to let you go Sara," I spoke to
her, softly.
   "You don't have to," she whispered back "besides, I don't know where you
learned it but I've never cum like that from oral in my life, and I'm not
about to give that up."
   We held each other close, our unknowing parents sitting only a few feet
away.  Sara's backside felt so good against my front that I still couldn't
imagine sleeping, despite the release we had both shared minutes before. 
Sara's shorts and panties were still bunched just below her knees, so when
my cock started to stir again, it pressed right between gap between her
legs.  She was wet as ever and my shaft slid slowly along her slit as it
filled along with my desires.
   "No way," Sara protested "it's too risky."
   But as she resisted me verbally, her body sung another tune.  With my
hands exploring and massaging the tips of my fingers coming into contact
with the sides of her breasts, Sara once again began to writhe under My
attentions.  I grasped at her body, hands firmly over of 34C tits, her
perfect, erect nipples poking into my palms.  She could distinguish the tip
of my cock from my shaft as we both began to gyrate against each other,
Sara still resisting penetration.  It was almost animalistic, our bodies
moved on our own, needing each other just as much as our first time only a
night before.  At some point, Sara's worries of being discovered by our
parents began to dissolve; she could only think of getting Andrew inside of
her.  I hadn't even thought about our parents since I had first had my cock
in the playmates mouth minutes earlier and I wasn't about to start now. 
Just as we thrust a final time and pulled away from each other, Sara
reached down between us and pointed my rod at her opening once more.  I
pushed past her slick folds and into her drenched tunnel, feeling like I
belonged nowhere else as her walls clamped down on me.
   "Do you two want to stop for something to eat or drink before you fall
asleep?" Both the children froze as our mother looked back at them.
   With my hard cock now fully inside of her, Sara could barely think let
alone respond to her mother.  It was all the two of us could do just to
stop from continuing our incestuous activity without even responding. 
Sara's bald pussy pulsed in anticipation, gushing around the invading
member and ready for it to begin thrusting in and out of her.  With much
effort Sara managed, "I think I'm rather...  oohhh...  full at the moment
mom." I could hear the ecstasy she was feeling in her voice and was now
afraid our mother might too, but I gave her a daring little thrust
mid-sentence anyway.
   Sara turned her head and looked at me wide-eyed, shocked that I would
carelessly jeopardize our secrecy by fucking her as she spoke to our
mother. Her big green eyes staring into my only made me want her more and I
pulled slowly out of her and pushed back in again, watching her mouth open
and pupils dilate in response.  I couldn't even stop my slow assault on
Sara as our addressed me,
   "You too Andrew," my father, Jim asked, "are you too comfortable back
there to stop?"
   "Yeah pop, you don't even know how good it feels..." I thrust into her
again, "being able to finally get some..." another thrust, "rest."
   "Alright then, we will see you in the AM," said my father.
   Sara and I were already miles away as our mother turned out the final
light in the front and the only lights were coming from the dashboard and
headlights.  We were the only ones on the road and Sara and I now found
ourselves in complete darkness.  I resumed sliding my cock in and out of my
big sister, the heat and feeling of having her tunnel wrapped around me
excruciatingly pleasurable.  She moved just right and I relished the
feeling of my hands upon her, feeling her strong, sexy body moving in front
of me.  I kissed her neck and sucked at it, her skin tasted sweet and I
wasn't even surprised.  I pulled my cock all the way out of her and held
the tip right against her opening.  I then prodded slowly at her, pushing
into her pussy less than an inch each time.  Sara made a frustrated moan
and reached down between us.
   "God damn you....uhhh," she let out as I pushed into her just a bit,
"just fuck me....  put it all the way in....  fuck......ohh......  you
asshole."
   I loved what I was doing to her, her need for me was so genuine and I so
enjoyed teasing her like this.  One more prod and Sara's patience was gone,
she reached down and took firm grasp of my cock and pulled it towards her.
Her hand wrapped around me felt so good that I lost track of my intentions
and started to oblige her.  The feeling of being halfway inside my sister
and her hand holding onto my other half was like no other feeling in the
world.  In one last effort I stopped and held there, grinning.
   "If you don't fuck me.....oh god.....  right now," Sara demanded, "I'm
going to straddle you....  and ride you right in front of mom and dad."
   Happy with the results of my teasing I gave in to Sara and thrust the
rest of my cock inside of her velvety tunnel.  I moved slowly at first and
began to pick up speed and Sara was now panting her approval.  After a
minute or so of jamming my pelvis against her soft, grab-able ass I was now
pounding in to my sister with passion and Sara rotated her hips in earnest
to get more of me inside of her.  She felt like she had never been filled
quite this perfectly and she grasped onto my hands, interlocking our
fingers as if to tell me.
   Now free to move about, the little gymnast in Sara maneuvered so I lay
under her and she rest atop me, weighing down against my chest as we
remained locked together at the hips.  I could only make out a little bit
of the playmate's body so I once again began to paw at her with my hands.
She loved the feeling of my big, strong fingers probing at her, rubbing
every inch of her body and squeezing her breasts and ass lightly.  Sara
lifted her tiny hips and then sank back down hard on my engorged member. 
Her mound mashed against me as she did so and she rotated around a bit upon
each meeting to stimulate herself further.
   "Andrew...  Andrew..." Sara whispered in my ear with lust thick in her
voice.
   Her panting into my neck drove me crazy, even more so when she flicked
her little tongue over my neck and earlobe.  I took hold of her pistoning
hips and added to her up and down plunging motion by pushing up to meet
her. Our lips eventually found each other and Sara rubbed a hand through my
hair as we explored each other's mouths.  Sara's tongue wrestled mine
strongly, mimicking the rhythmic movement of our bodies.
   Sara could feel her orgasm approaching, and she knew it would be a
powerful one.  The little blonde playmate thought of how taboo it was that
she was fucking her little brother, and so dangerously close to our parents
at that.  The thought only served to bring her closer to climax and Sara
continued to slide up and down on her brother's pole in search of it.  She
whimpered into my mouth and then released my lips slightly, breathing onto
them.  The soft blows of her breath were stimulating and sensual; I was now
close to cumming as well.
   "I'm close Sara," I warned her
   "Oh my God, me too," my sister managed between thrusts.  "Come inside
me, please Andrew...  uhhh...  come inside."
   Her begging brought me so close to release that I held on for dear life
so my sister could have time to climax.  I didn't have to wait long, three
more full strokes into her moist channel and she was clawing at my back as
she began to cum.  My body tensed and Sara sat down hard onto me, impaled
and writhing on my cock.  Then it hit, my sister and I began to orgasm in
unison, clutching each other tight.  Jet after jet I pumped into her and
Sara bit down on my muscular shoulder to hold back her screams.  She could
feel herself being filled with my cum and her pussy only clamped down
harder on me to experience it.  As I released a torrent inside my sister, I
was in absolute bliss, cumming so hard that I pushed into more strongly,
seeking further depths in which to spray my incestuous seed.  She was mine,
and if I was going to mark my territory I wanted to bury my cum as deep
inside of her unbelievably tight pussy as I possibly could.  Sara embraced
it and shifted to allow me deeper, bucking in time with her heartbeat on my
cock.  She milked every single drop out of me as waves of ecstasy washed
over her.  Sara's soft cries of passion were so sexy I felt like I was once
again in a dream.  My sister, the playmate of the year was still climaxing
atop me, holding my rod firmly inside of her as she came.  I held her until
she shuddered for the last time, my cock still too sensitive to move.  Sara
relished the feeling of still being filled and she lay limp atop me, taking
deep breaths to recover.
   It made me smile to think of how careless we were when making love,
casting aside all cares in search of each other.  Sara's tight t-shirt was
bunched over her beautiful breasts and her bottoms had fallen to the
ground. She was disheveled as all get-up and we were both basking in our
post-orgasmic amazement.  Suddenly, a light flipped on in the cabin and our
mother grabbed a water from the package in the middle row.  Sara's shorts
and panties were visible on the ground from her seat and her naked children
were a foot away from them.  Were it not for the blanket, she would have
been able to see her my mostly-erect cock still buried inside Sara, her
daughter, fluids from our lovemaking escaping between us.  Furthermore, it
would have taken very little effort to see that Sara was laying directly
atop me.  We held our breath and begged that our mother wouldn't discover
the hot, incestuous romp that had occurred right behind her.
   Sure enough, Karen's eyes moved quickly over the cast-aside bottoms, her
brain not making the connection.  As she shut off the light, both of her
children let out a sigh of relief.
   "That was close," I sighed.  Sara only giggled in response.
   With that, I teased Sara with one more little thrust and then slid my
softening dick out of her.  Sara grinned naughtily at the action and kissed
me firmly.  Our tongues played lethargically for a moment before I rolled
Sara off of me.  We hugged each other close, my package pressing tenderly
against her folds and Sara's soft breasts against my chest.  Making eye
contact, we examined each other in our satisfied states before we drifted
off to sleep.  We still had days of sharing a room together ahead of us,
but for now, fucking each other in the backseat of a car driven by our
parents seemed enough for a lifetime, or at least until we woke up the next
morning.
   to be continued....
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