What happens in Lock-down
... stays in Lock-down.
What happens in Lockdown...
... Stays in Lockdown, a story of a brother and his sister, and how they cope during the Covid 19 lockdown. This story contains acts of incest, all participants are over the age of 18 and consenting. If that isn't your thing, don't read it. There are also some examples of highly inappropriate language. However, if you do read it and enjoy it, your votes and comments would be much appreciated. Thank you.
"What do you mean you fucked your sister?! DO YOU MEAN ME?!!!"
"What?!"
"It says there you say you fucked your sister -- are you saying that you fucked me!"
"No!"
"But you wrote it down!"
"You're my sister, Cassie -- my only sister, do you remember us doing it? No, of course you don't!"
I was working in my office at home -- I write business apps and 'consult' with companies on processes and regulatory matters -- not doing too bad at it either, and my phone rang -- it was my sister Cassie -- Cassandra Alice Evans.
There was none of the usual banter, just a quick "Kaz, (short for Kazimir Alexander Evans -- yeah, our mum and dad went for some bonkers names) are you at home? I need a place to crash for a few days, I can't get back to Italy because of the travel ban - can I stay there? It might be for a few days."
Of course, I said yes. She is my sister -- who I love very much - and I have plenty of room. And, I hoped, it would be nice to have her around for more than just a flying visit.
Which was probably just as well because the next thing I knew someone was leaning on my door-bell.
The taxi was driving off as I opened the door to see Cassie and a pile of bags and cases on my door step. My sister stood among them, looking stunning, tanned and well-presented.
"Kazimir!" She greeted me.
My sister is five years older than me - I'm thirty-two and she is a stunning thirty-seven - doesn't sound a lot does it?
It's worlds.
When she finished at uni, Cass went off to work in 'fine art' and that was it, she travelled the world working with and for various art galleries with her specialist knowledge of seventeenth century German painters, art in general and her ability to communicate.
By the time I finished my own studies and graduated university, Cass had been married for a short while, and she'd become a well-known figure in the art world, frequently cited in learned works and often appearing in documentaries on the History or Discovery channels, even on the Beeb. And it was like she was made for it - tall, slim, elegant Cassie Evans. With her cultured speaking voice, her beautiful brown eyes, gorgeous smile, and incredible memory for detail, she is an assistant-producer's dream, the perfect 'talking head'. On top of that, Cas fitted the cultural life like she had been born for it. Art exhibitions, charity galas, the museums and galleries of Europe, castles and theatres, yup that's my sister!
In all of this time, though she was well established in Europe, Cass never missed a Christmas or birthday card. Personal appearances were rare, she did turn up for our parent's funerals but if you invited her to anything it was more in hope than expectation. Still she always made her presence felt, with a card or a book signed by an author -- I have an incredible library of signed, first-editions - most of which I have never read, because they don't interest me. The Michelle Obama book, that I did read, but most of them I haven't even glanced at, even so, it's still a valuable collection.
The Italian government's response to the Covid-19 pandemic meant that with not being able to fly and get home to her place in Milan, Cass was stuck in the UK having to hole up somewhere -- that 'somewhere' being my place, our old family home. She'd been working in Leeds for the last week and was getting ready to return to Italy when they locked down, and so she found herself on the front step of the family home in North London.
We did the European kissy-kissy thing, and she helped me carry her bags in.
I made sure that all of her bags were in her old bedroom, and went down and did that most British of things -- put the kettle on. Cassie was already back on her phone.
"Yes darling, I'm at uncle Kaz's house" She held the phone away from her and looked at me. "Lucia says 'hello uncle Kazimir'."
"Ciao Bella!" I shouted across the kitchen. I heard a tinny "Love you Uncle Kaz!" in return.
Cassie's daughter lives with her father, who is an actual Venetian noble blood type, called Marco. Which is cool because he's actually a really nice guy. He has invited me to stay with him a couple of times to watch the England rugby team play the Azzurri -- Italy's rugby team -- at a place he has in Rome. Great bloke, can't half hold his drink, loves his rugby. Anyway, when he and my sister split -- quite amicably - it was felt that Lucia would be better living in the comfort of a family-owned venetian palazzo with all of the benefits that that conferred, rather than living out of hotels or in the smaller flat in Milan with her mother. Cass is still very involved in Lucia's life and the girl is loved by both parents, but her mother recognised what was best for her daughter.
Cassie was finishing her call, as I shouted "Love you 3000, Luci!" Cassie paused and looked at me. "She said that she loves you too. What does that mean? 3000?" I remembered then that Cass doesn't really 'do' fiction.
I explained it was from a film, "Perhaps we can sit down and update your modern social references, if Boris's supposed 'lock-down' goes ahead." I said.
With the tea poured it seemed to slow the whirl down, and we were quiet for a moment as we took a first sip.
"You're looking good Cass." And she was too. Like I said Cassie is slim - relatively small hips and a tight bum - though not the stick insect she was when she was younger, not really even an 'a' cup. Having Luci didn't do much for her overall figure, as shown by the artfully distressed, designer slim leg jeans with the knees missing and her tanned thighs showing through. Her hips got a bit wider, losing that 'straight-up-and-down-ness', but her boobs got a major upgrade, I guess she went from an 'a' to a big 'b' or even a 'c', nearly over-night, and now they fill her shirts nicely. I had had a crush on and off for my sister since - well since forever, and her bigger bust did nothing to sooth those feelings.
"Any idea how long this will last for Kaz?" She asked, "Not that I don't want to spend time with you, but ... you know?"
"I don't know Cass. Some guys I've worked with in the Home Office reckon the UK will be bringing a lock down in starting next week - they're talking about six weeks." I told her, "Possibly more. And the way I see it -- there's bugger all we can do about it.
"There shouldn't be any problems with you working from here," I told her, "I usually work from home anyway, so the wi-fi and broadband will cope with the two of us both being on line together. I'll set you up in the spare room and you can work out of there if you need to. If I put one of the landline base-stations in there, it'll save you roaming charges on your mobile."
That seemed to ease her mind a bit, she's trying to finish her new book, amongst other things and she sat back. "I'm hearing that it's really strict in Italy," she said. Cass has dual UK and Italian passports.
"Yeah -- the TV says it's really bad. It'll probably get bad here too." I said. "I think that it's not a case of if you get this Corona thing but when, and what I have heard about it worries me.
"I think the best thing we can do is stay inside and look after each other. But right now, I need to get to Ikea and get you a desk and chair. And I think while I am out, I'll do a shop to stock the freezer, top up what I can except for loo roll."
"Toilet roll? It's a virus not diarrhoea!"
I chuckled. "Yeah -- well, toilet paper is as rare as rocking horse pooh at the moment, panic buying and everything."
For a moment Cassie looked concerned. "You do have some don't you?"
I assured her we did and plenty of it, but then said, "If we do we run short, there's dock leaves at the end of the garden, but make sure you get the right ones and not the nettles that are next to them."
Cassie gave me that 'big sister' look, "Failing that," I said, "We'll do the 'designated flannel'."
Cass pulled a disgusted face. "This could be the longest six weeks of my life."
"Oh, it won't be that bad, I have lots to do, I'm sure you do too. And there are other things to do as well. Films, music, wine. There's plenty of that."
"Thank God for that!" Cassie laughed.
As it turned out, after the UK government announced our own lock down a few days later, the first two weeks passed really quickly. By this point neither of us had shown any signs of symptoms, but Cassie was quite tense because of the news from Italy. Each evening we would hear of the rising numbers of cases, and how areas were being isolated -- including where Cassie had her flat and where she worked. She listened intently to the announcers and scanned various news websites for information as well as following her friends on Facebook and Twitter. From what I could see from the reports, the Italian medical people were heroes, and Cas relaxed a little, knowing that the situation was bad but that every effort was being made to contain it and treat the sick.
As I said previously, I work from home most of the time anyway, so things hadn't really changed a lot for me. If I am at home (and not travelling) I usually get up about eight and run on my treadmill for twenty minutes before breakfast, I make breakfast and sit down and eat it at my desk. Then I work through till about four-thirty (ish) -- only stopping for a light lunch. I have another run at about five if I can manage it. Working was good, it took my mind off the generally bad news that was on the TV and the radio. And the weather was good, so I found often myself working not in my home office, but sat at the patio table, enjoying the April sunshine.
Cassie doesn't work like me - she's all over the show, never really in one place too long - even so, she adapted to the situation pretty quickly. She worked too, mostly in the room I set up for her, but often she sat opposite me in the garden, and that felt really good to be sharing time with her like that. Often though, she opted not to work in the afternoons, as most of her European contacts started earlier than us, and my sister would talk to them in the morning and make time to sunbathe for at least half an hour after lunch, while I worked.
in the evening I would make supper, and we would watch a movie. We talked too, more than we've talked in a very long time. I really enjoyed those conversations, it felt like I was getting to know her again. It wasn't that I felt estranged from my sister, but just catching up with her and her life and telling her about mine was particularly enjoyable for both of us.
We would start off with the Six O'clock News from the BBC, and then go on to watch a film. At one point we were watching a news item about the people of a town in Italy singing together from their balconies. Cassie teared up a little at this. She loves Italy -- she has a whole other life there, with people I have never met, and she was missing it a lot. We were getting some news through from her friends but there were others -- some in hospital and others with whom she had been unable to make contact -- that she worried about.
I reached over and gave her a hug. It lasted quite a long time, because quietly and almost uncontrollably my sister was breaking her heart into my shoulder. All of the tension, all of the worry, it all came out. And me, I just sat there and let her do it.
Cassie sat up and looked at me, her eyes still watery. "Thank you!" She sniffled. Then she said, "When did you become so thoughtful and caring?"
"All part of growing up I suppose Cass," I told her.
"Well, you give good hugs," She said emphatically. For the rest of the evening Cass told me more about where she lives in Milan and the people who live around her at the university and the community. I was a little jealous, but only a little - I have my own life and my own community here in England. What was nice, though, was that after the hug Cassie didn't really move, she was leaning back against me, and to be honest if felt really good. At one point I found myself getting hard because her right boob was rubbing against my right arm but because my left arm was unencumbered, I was able to adjust myself without Cass being aware.
I was less worried about the erection, that was just a bodily reaction, than I was happy just to be with my big sister. It was pleasant to have her there.
So, you know I mentioned how Cassie's boobs got bigger? Yes? Well, because Cass kept to European time, starting her day earlier than me and finishing earlier, after she finished, she would lie out in the garden on a sun-lounger, in one of the tiniest bikinis I think I have ever seen. The top was a couple of pieces of string and two blue patches, while the bottoms were a couple more pieces of string and a bit of blue fabric in front of her mons. Cass doesn't like tan lines so she would lie there with her top off -- which from the lack of pale lines, I gather was SOP -- standard operating procedure -- and I'd be treated to the full monty when she rolled onto her back. Although Cass generally didn't take her bikini bottoms -- brief as they were -- off it was clear that she was scrupulous about keeping her body hair to a minimum - pits, bits, the lot.
I'm a grown man in the early part of the twenty-first century, nudity shouldn't be an issue, I have been to nude beaches, seen plenty of women naked, and been naked around them. Yet now in the seclusion of our back garden I found my eyes wandering to Cassie more and more. Despite my sunglasses I'm sure she was aware, and I found I had to 'stare off into space' - as if I was concentrating -- to explain why I wasn't working.
I couldn't understand why I found my sister's body so fascinating. I was between girlfriends -- this was true, and to be honest Cassie is still a bit too thin for my tastes these days, but with her tanned skin and those boobs, she just looked so hot! Then to make matters worse she asked me to put sun tan lotion on her back.
I took the bottle from her and started to smooth the lotion into her skin, gliding my hands across her back. She lay there, her head turned away from me, so when I got down to her bum and massaged the lotion on those taught, tight buttocks I thought I heard her moan, but wasn't sure.
Afterwards I had to go and rub one out in the downstairs loo. It wasn't a one-off occurrence either. I soon found that I was wanking myself two or three times a day. It was ridiculous, I'm a thirty-something-year old masturbating over my older sister, it's just bizarre!
We had begun to watch through the Marvel films -- in order, in the evenings - starting with Captain America. Cass had never seen any of them, and while I don't think that she was major fan, she seemed to be enjoying them. I'd have my laptop out and sit and pick away at 'stories' while we watched -- I've seen them all several times.
And that was when the fun began.
I like to write porn stories. I've been doing it for a while and I post them on-line. I don't earn anything from them, I just do it for the fun of it.
I'll have an idea and fill out a story line, hammer that into shape, make sure there's a start and an end and then I go back and fill in the erotic bits. I always have two or three stories of various lengths on the go. With Cassie about, I would keep the bits I was writing clean and then when she went to bed, I'd work on the mucky bits (and sometimes bring myself off at the end).
Now normally I am quite good about closing stuff down, but one night the words were flowing, it was easy to write and because of this it was about three o'clock when I finished. I put the lights off, turned the telly off at the plug and went to bed.
And forgot to close all the windows on my laptop.
I just closed it up and left it on the kitchen table.
The next morning, I got up, showered, dressed, and went to get my breakfast. Cassie was there in the kitchen and I opened my laptop to check my emails as she was sat next to me.
When I signed in, the screen opened with a page of text. Cassie's eyes were drawn to it, and that was when she came out with "What do you mean you fucked your sister?!"
Seriously I have no idea how she got the notion that I was talking about her. Well, okay, I know HOW she got the idea, but ... well, you know what I mean. I tried to explain that this wasn't her, but a fictional sister, but she still went off on me about it.
I may have been a bit snappish in my replies - okay I was - but this had taken me by surprise a little, and I really wasn't up to speed yet.
Cassie looked at me "You fucking pervert!", and what made it worse was that she was wearing the blue bikini. The bottoms were showing at the waist band of a pair of light coloured capri pants, but the joggling motion of her boobs where they showed in the open front of her shirt, drew my eyes, "And you're perving on my breasts too."
She stormed off up to her room, and that was it until tea-time, I didn't see her again.
At about six-thirty Cass came out of her room, came downstairs, made herself a coffee and a sandwich and disappeared again. I watched TV and went to bed.
The next morning, I could hear Cass moving about, using the toilet and going into the spare-room/office. I left her to it. I saw her briefly again at lunch and it was just as I was finishing work and deciding whether to use the treadmill for a run, that she emerged again.
"Why do you do it?" She asked quietly, as she sat down at the kitchen table, her tone was level and she didn't appear angry. She was wearing yoga pants and a baggy t-shirt. I guessed from the way her boobs jiggled enticingly under the cotton of the shirt, she wasn't wearing a bra. She poured some water into glass, taking a drink.
I must really have it bad, because even as I watched her, I realised that my sister has a beautiful neck.
"The porn?" I asked. Cass nodded.
"Why do you write it?"
"I enjoy it." I said, "Simple as that."
I explained, "I wasn't very well one day and had a duvet day, and I remembered a story I had read. I went looking for it on the site where my stories are. When I couldn't find it, I decided to write my own version of what I remembered. I've always written, mostly stream of conscious stuff, or fantasy fiction, and it just grew out of that."
"And that's it?" She asked.
I shrugged, "I like telling stories," I said, "I tell them my way, try to keep them 'real' and I try to make them different from the usual fap stories..."
"Fap stories?"
"Stories designed primarily for people to masturbate to," I said. "Well obviously mine have sex in them too but I try and tell stories as well, instead of just a series of episodes of people bonking." Cass nodded again. She took a drink of her water and sat quietly for a moment, reflecting on what I had said.
"I've read them." She said simply. "Your stories."
"All of them?" I asked. She nodded a third time. "How did you find them?"
"That piece that was open had your nom de plume on. All I had to do was google that."
It was my turn to nod. "And?" I asked her.
"Why stories about incest? Is it some repressed urge?"
I laughed at that, "Not really." I admitted to Cas I had had a crush on her when I was younger but that was it. No urge to act on it or anything. She smiled.
"What about mum?"
I could quite honestly tell her "Nothing." Our mum had been quite open about many things, and growing up with that had made it ordinary, even to a hormonal teenager -- mum was just mum. End of.
"Okay, but why incest?" She asked again.
"I don't just write incest stories," Cassie's nod was a concession that that was true. "But short of going into some areas which I find abhorrent, I think it's because it's a fairly extreme taboo. The lure of the untouchable. And it's a really busy category. There're a lot of stories in that section, so if your story works in there it must be okay."
"What do you mean when you say abhorrent? Because incest, you know, that's pretty ..."
"Things that turn me personally off completely," I said, "Bodily fluids -- weeing and stuff, and involving animals, and the like."
"People do stuff like that?" There was a horrified fascination in her question.
"Yes. Or at least they fantasise about it."
"Wow!"
"I try and keep it respectful too. You know between the characters." I waited a minute, not wanting to seem too eager. "So, what did you think?" I asked her.
Cassie thought for a minute. "I was a bit shocked at first. Angry because I thought it was about me. But then I read your stories on the web-site and I could see that they were just characters, not real people - though, that girl, the one with the..."
I nodded, "Cousin Debbie?"
Cas laughed. "Yes. But I liked the way it was her but it wasn't her as well."
She paused again, thinking, "After I read yours, I read some of the other stories on the web-site, and I can see what you mean -- about the fack stories..."
"Fap." I corrected her. "A lot of people like those sorts of stories, the bulk of readers I'd say."
"Yes," she paused, "Okay. But when I read yours, I can see that yours are as much about the story and the characters, and I understand now that the one in that story you're writing isn't me.
"Do many people read your stories?" She asked.
"At the moment -- over a twenty-four-hour period -- I get between two and four hundred views, sometimes they're full reads and sometimes they're just people looking at them and not bothering. If I publish a new story that can rise to tens of thousands over the same period while the story is new." Cassie's eyebrows went up and she looked surprised.
"Some people get a lot more than that." I told her.
"The fap ones?"
I nodded. "I believe so, I can only go by my own stats, but I get glimpses of others people's volumes -- I'm doing better than some and not as well as others.
"Which is cool," I told her.
We both sat there for a minute, the double doors to the garden were open and a blackbird was singing in one of the bushes.
"You didn't answer my question." I reminded her.
"Did I like them?" Cassie paused a moment. I wasn't sure I really wanted to know -- I half expected an academic review or a literary crit.
"I'm not good at fiction," she said at last, "But I liked them. In fact, the series about the guy and his mum, I thought that that was really good, with a bit of re-writing -- you could probably publish that mainstream."
"That's been said before." I told her.
"I did like the Hallowe'en one, and the one about the robot girl."
I like both of those too, though the robot girl story never really took off with the readers, it has a decent score, so people who've read it, enjoyed it." I explained about scores and voters. "But in terms of volumes -- no, not a lot."
"Surely you could target your stories at what people want..."
"And change my name to Stock, Aiken and Waterman?" I laughed, "I suppose I could, just writing stories to a strict formula?"
Cass nodded.
"No. That's not me. I do that for a living -- creating things to strict guidelines, writing these is what I do for fun. So, what if some of them aren't as popular as others, I still like those stories."
And the conversation seemed to end there. I made a light supper, and we sat down to watch another film.
It was Cassie's turn to choose, so we sat and watched something worthy, and uplifting, and because I wasn't that engaged, I opened my laptop and started picking away at another story, not the one that had sparked Cassie's anger, this is an extension of the series Cassie had read.
I realised that Cassie was reading my page and not watching the film, so I turned the screen towards her. She pushed it back and turned the volume of the TV down.
"Read it to me?" She asked, making herself comfortable next to me, so I did.
"Dear God, I hate Mondays." I started, "If Friday and Saturday are the burning fire of the weekend with all of their promise and excitement, and Sunday is the embers, as we come down from the high, then Monday is the cold ashes lying in the hearth. Not only that, but with the working week stretching before us, Monday has its claw-like, cold, clammy hands strangling any anticipation and choking the joy out of the upcoming week.
On the other hand, there are exceptions -- today being a fine example.
A pair of eager, well-educated lips wrapped themselves around my soft cock, teasing it, nibbling it, licking and suckling at it to get its attention. And so good were these particular lips that the interest wasn't long in coming. A faint hum of satisfaction emanated from the lips under discussion as the mouth behind them was filled with cock.
A soft, silky tongue licked at the head of my prick, swirling round it, caressing it, before the owner plunged downwards in a slow head first dive. Down and down and down until I was lodged in the top of her sucking, enveloping throat.
In and out, up and down, a great blowjob, assisted by gentle hands that teased my shaft while her mouth drew me in and then slowly drew me out again.
I was horny anyway, and the owner and operator of said hands and lips knew this as she sucked each ball in turn, humming deep in her throat as she did so. As she did, I felt her fingers on my cock start to stroke up and down with a firm but gentle pressure, twisting her hand as she did so.
Mmmmmm! Oh fuck! So good!
And then I felt her hands leave my cock and balls, to be replaced by the warm, enfolding pressure of her breasts. Her mams, her tits, her waps, her glorious, full, warm, wobbly boobies.
Squeezing, milking my erection, rubbing her tit flesh up and drawing it down. The best bit was on the down strokes when my cock-head emerged far enough out from her cleavage, that meant she could still suckle it, leaving it moist and lubricated for the up stroke.
Such a good tit-fuck, but I was getting to the point where I needed to get off. I applied a gentle
pressure on her head, pushing it lower. The boobies fell away, now it was just her hands and her sucking mouth again.
Faster.
Harder.
Deeper.
Sucking.
Sucking, gobbling, swallowing, a mouth-fuck magnifique.
It was time, I felt the cum boiling in me, streaming up from my groin, my balls lifting and my cock getting harder and it got ready to shoot.
My fellatrice felt it too. Her hand wanked me harder, rubbing up and down with delicious friction, as she clamped her mouth down on me.
OHHHH! Fuck me! I came hard, the best sort of cum, the one that feels like a fire hose, as cum spurts long and hard.
All captured in a sucking, warm, enveloping, cum-guzzling mouth."
"I like that." Cassie said, "Is it another incest story?"
"No." I told her, "I'm exploring the theme of unexpected wealth again."
Cassie looked at me.
"How do you make these up?" She asked.
"How many paintings of the death of John the Baptist are there?" I asked her.
"A few," she conceded, meaning loads. Cassie got what I was asking her. A lot of paintings, certainly in the Renaissance are based on Bible-stories, and you often find several versions of those stories sometimes by the same artist.
"Porn writers are the same -- they all try their hand at the same basic stories -- you name a situation and somebody has written about it, several somebodies in fact, and they all tell the stories in different ways. I mean there are only so many situations or combinations of situations when it comes to relationships, so the challenge is thinking up a new way to tell that story and make it new and interesting."
At this point the film ended and because she had a conference call with her museum in the morning Cassie went to bed, I wrote for another hour and turned in.
A couple of days later, when Cassie came down to breakfast, she looked sort of frazzled. She was back in her thin t-shirt and a pair of sleeping shorts. Wow! For some reason that morning I couldn't take my eyes of her legs. It was like I was seeing them for the first time, they're slim but beautifully shaped, jeans -- ripped or otherwise - don't do them justice.
Cass was late getting up -- I'd actually done my 'run' before she appeared, and for a second, she looked like she hadn't slept well. I've heard about 'cabin fever' from when people used to spend the winter in a log cabin. They'd sleep a lot and then their sleep patterns would get out of whack. I thought we'd avoided the worst of it for four and half weeks so far but it looked like Cass was starting to suffer. I figured that being cooped up in a house that isn't yours, however familiar it is, in a country other than the one where you live wasn't helping either.
"Have you got any calls today?" I asked.
Cass shook her head and grunted, over a bowl of cereal. "No, I'm taking a couple of days off."
"Are you okay?" She looked rough, like she'd been drinking. She shook her head again. "Temperature? How is your sense of smell?" I asked. She waved that question away with her hand.
"Well look, I'm doing a supply run today, do you want me to bring anything?" Another mumble and a shake of the head.
I headed off just after that -- the queues for the supermarket don't really get going until mid-morning so the queue wouldn't be right round the car park like I've seen it before.
I got back mid-morning and unloaded the car. I had expected Cass to be in the garden catching the sun. But she wasn't there. I went up to her room and as I was about to knock, I heard a groan.
When I knocked there was another groan, so worried about her, I opened the door.
"Ooops! Sorry!" I backed out immediately.
Cassie was naked on her bed, legs spread and her fingers frantically rubbing at herself. Her other hand was cupped around her breast, it looked like she was desperately close to bringing herself off.
I wasn't even sure that she had seen or heard me, so I went back down stairs and started to put the shopping away.
Cassie appeared about fifteen minutes later. Now she simply wore her night shirt and a pair of pale coloured knickers that showed occasionally as she moved, hardly elegant, chic Cassie, but lovely, in a dishevelled way.
"Sorry about that!" I apologised, "Here, these are for you." I handed her a small bouquet of flowers that I'd picked up on a whim for her.
Cassie clutched them to her, looking forlorn. "Thank you." She said quietly. I stopped putting shopping away and put the kettle on.
"What is the matter?" I asked as we sat down.
"It's your bloody porn." She said, much to my surprise.
"Well, not your porn precisely but that started it all off. Since you showed me that site, I can't stop reading them! I'm horny all the time and I can't stop masturbating." Cassie looked like she was going to cry.
"It's not the stories though is it?" I suggested.
Cassie shook her head. "I think it's a lot of things. But some of the porn stories are very good, and I get so worked up, so turned on.
"Two days Kaz, two fucking days I've been like this. I'm rubbing myself raw!"
At that point Cassie realised that she was actually holding flowers. "These are nice, thank you."
"They seemed like a good idea, I figured they might brighten your room."
"Yes, they're really pretty."
I brought one of mum's old vases out of the back of a cupboard and put the bouquet in with some water.
Cass stood up and hugged me for bringing them for her.
It wasn't really a brother-sister hug. Cassie melted against me, wrapped herself around me, and I reciprocated, folding her in my arms. The picture of her on the bed came into my head as she pressed her boobs against my chest. At that point she felt my cock move in my trousers. To my surprise she just looked at me.
"Did I do that?" And she pressed her pelvis against mine, grinding my erection between us.
"I think I might have done some of it." I told her as I unwrapped her from around me. "I need to go and make a phone call."
I didn't but I wasn't comfortable with the way things had been going. Look, I may write about incestuous behaviours but that doesn't mean to say that I have done it or want to do it myself. I wanted to have a serious word with myself, so I went and locked myself in my office.
It was wrong, I told myself, on so many levels. It's not just one of society's biggest taboos, it's illegal to boot! And it wasn't like we were hormonal adolescents getting over-heated and out of control. We are both intelligent people -- Cassie actually is a genius, officially, to be indulging in that sort of behaviour, well, it's just not on. I was appalled with myself.
Apart from the fact that every so often an image of Cassie lying nude in the sun or lying on her bed with her big boobs bobbing back and to as she jilled herself off, would flash up in my memory, in fact it got so bad I had to open my shorts and tug one off.
I realised that it was no good, sitting there, with my shorts around my ankles, yanking away at my dick. I needed to do something.
But before I could take that thought any further, Cassie knocked on my office door. I stood up dragging my shorts up my legs.
"Kaz! Are you okay?"
"Yes!" I replied, re-dressing myself and opening the door for her. "How are you feeling?"
"Better." Cassie said, "I'm sorry about before..."
I shook my head, "Not your fault. Mine, I guess. What do you want for tea?"
This had become a bit of a ritual. Cas smiled, "I don't know, what can I have?"
"I was going to do fish fingers, oven chips and beans."
Cassie's eyes lit up, "Seriously?" It was something that had been a favourite when we were young.
I nodded.
"Retro!" She laughed. "I'll go and get a bath. I stink a bit." She did, my sister smelled of sex.
"Wait a minute then!" I told her, and grabbed a small bag from the kitchen. "I picked these up for you as well." I'd picked up a crème bath, and one of those things that fizzes up when you drop it in the bath to cheer her up as well.
Once again Cassie looked delighted. She kissed my cheek and as she did, I had those images flash past my mind's eye again. Then she turned and went up to the family bathroom.
After tea, we sat in the lounge and I poured Cass a glass of wine. She had dressed properly after her bath, wearing a cotton shirt, pulled out of her waistband and pair of black leggings. Cass had put her hair up and was bare-footed -- something she did a lot around the house. Suddenly she looked at me suspiciously.
"Why?" She asked.
"Why what?"
"The flowers, the bath stuff, the wine, why are you doing all of this?"
"Like I said this morning. You've been stuck in here with me for over five weeks now. Me? This is almost like my normal way of life, but I figured it's been really tough for you and I just wanted you to feel good."
Cassie raised her glass in a toast, "To the best brother I have ever had! Thank you for looking after me."
We drank, and I could see Cass was thinking about something.
"Kaz, am I sexy?"
"I'm not sure I'm supposed to answer that." I told her.
That obviously wasn't enough. "Okay, put it another way, if I was a woman in one of your stories how would you describe me? Would I be 'busty', 'skinny' or 'big-titted'?"
"Well..." This was a bit of a trap, I thought. "You'd be all of those things, but differently. I mean you are skinny, and busty, but if you were one of my characters, I'd use more complimentary terms to describe you, emphasise 'classy Cassie'. Instead of 'skinny' you'd be 'slim', or 'elegant'; and you wouldn't be 'busty', you'd be 'well-endowed' or 'voluptuous'."
Cass took a big swallow of wine as she chuckled. "Voluptuous? I like that."
"If I was actually describing you -- Cassie -- and not some made-up sister, I might even use Rubenesque, which would be in-line with your artistic background."
Cassie nodded. "You don't think they're too big do you Kaz?" She squeezed her upper arms together making them bulge even more.
"No." I said, after a moment, "Though your hips could be bigger for a Rubens woman, your boobs are right on the mark. Peter Paul liked a good pair of boobs and from what I have seen they are a good pair of boobs."
"You like them?"
"If you weren't my sister, I'd be on them like a rash."
Cassie smiled. We went and started watching the film Infinity War, and drank some more wine.
One of the things I will not forgive this pandemic for is the way it has killed off 'That Friday Feeling'. With all the days running together, the end of the week and marking the start of the weekend doesn't seem so important. Of course, the curse of Sunday night is still there but Friday and Saturday just feel like any other day.
Early on we started making the point of marking the start of the weekend, by doing something fun. On that particular evening, we did it by finishing the first bottle and going onto a second. Cassie drinks wine like water normally, but I guess the restricted conditions meant that maybe her tolerance had waned a bit. Certainly, by the end of the second bottle, she had sprawled along the couch and was sitting leaning against me as we watched Thanos snap his fingers.
"Oh God!" She said, "That's so sad! Tell me everything is alright!"
"That's tomorrow night's movie." It was strange to watch these films with someone who had no idea at all about what was going to happen.
"'I don't feel so good Mr Stark'" She quoted, "Awww, that got me right in the feels!"
Now normally Cass would never say something like 'right in the feels', I figured I was rubbing off on her. But the way she said it -- a bit too eager, it made me wonder.
"Do you know that the guy playing Spiderman is an English actor?" I asked her.
"No?! He's got a great American accent! And he's kind of cute too."
If my sister wasn't drunk, she was getting there. From her over-the-top responses, she was at the bottom end of 'squiffy' at the very least. It was that sort of state where her moods could swing wildly, from high to low and back.
"It's all your fault!" She said, quietly. And there we were, at 'low'.
"Me? What have I done this time?"
"You showed me pornography."
"Oh, now wait a minute! I've seen some of those pictures you study -- you have been looking at porn all of your working life and getting paid to do it."
"It's not like that!" She dismissed my argument. "Those paintings were porn for their time, because they were scandalous, because they broke the rules about the way people should behave but honestly Kaz, by modern standards they're pretty tame. The stories I've been reading make those pictures look like kid's comics. Have you ever done some of the stuff I read in your stories?"
"Some." I said, "Not everything but I try to write about things I know, so I've done a fair bit."
"And that's the problem," Cass said loudly, "I haven't! Even when I was with Marco, it was very -- what-d'ye-call-it? Vanilla! Straight. Lie there and think of Venice. It was never really satisfying. Even since then, I haven't dated much and most of the people I have been out with are over-awed by me."
"Well you're so much cleverer than them."
"Yes!" She said plaintively, "They see 'these'..." And she threw her shoulders back, hefting her boobs at me, "And they're like slavering dogs. But when they get a glimpse of what's up here..." She tapped her head, indicating her brain, "They're off like a shot, never to be seen again."
Cassie flopped back down again, turning herself so that she was leaning her back against me.
"My life is pathetic."
"Oh no!" I said wrapping my arm around her waist and hugging my sister to me, "Look Cassie it's pornography, it's not real, most people don't do a lot of that stuff."
"I'm not talking about the taboo things, or the bondage or things like that, I mean in general. My life is so boring Kaz."
"You can't say that! If the telly people are doing anything on art, who do they call? Cassie Evans. I've got all of your books. And you have this fabulous champagne life style. To be honest Cass, I'm jealous. Dead jealous."
Cassie had taken the hand that was at her waist and was caressing it between her long fingers. "I sort of wish you would put me in one of your stories, and make my character do some of things you write about."
"Well that's not going to happen," I said, "If I had included you in a story, you'd be so heavily disguised, you wouldn't recognise yourself...
"What about 'Debbie'?" She asked, mentioning our cousin. Her name isn't actually Debbie, but we both thought she was like the character from the Addams Family film, so we called her that.
"Only you and I know about that and that's how you recognised her. But getting back to you -- well, I'm not sure I could do that sort of thing with you."
"Why not?"
"Well you're my big sister, my smarter big sister... oh!" At that point I realised how men could be intimidated by my older sister.
"See what I mean? Don't tell me you haven't had thoughts Kaz, I think you must have, from the way you disappear into the downstairs loo after you've put sun tan lotion on my back."
I admitted that I had had thoughts, but didn't own up about the feelings that I was having at that precise moment.
"Let me have a look at it?" Cassie had turned and was tugging at my shorts.
"At what? God, no! Why?"
"Well how am I going to describe it in literary terms if I haven't seen it?"
"You what?! Have you gone mental Cass?" Her hands were all over my waistband.
"You've seen my boobs; I want to see your willy."
"No! Cass that's just wrong. That sort of thing is illegal."
"So! While it's okay for you to ogle my tits, if I want to look at your dick it suddenly becomes an issue? There's only the two of us here, who's going to know? And it's not the first I've seen, they're all over the place in Milan and Florence..."
"This one isn't in a painting on a wall or carved in marble!" I said. "This one is mine!"
"Man up, Kaz, and get it out!"
It was obvious that Cass wasn't going to give up on this, acquiescence would probably be the best option, but I had to give it one last try, "Those things you've read, Cass, it's porn! It's not real! People don't really carry on like that. People in stories do things that people in real life just don't do!"
Cass looked at me with another one of her Big Sister looks. "Really? I would never have guessed." Her words dripped sarcasm, and she sat up as she replied, "I know all that, but it's not all made up, is it? The situations may be fictitious, but the things they do are based on reality. A reality I have not been participating in." All the time she was talking, Cassie was undoing the buckle of my belt and undoing my fly button. Finally, she had the zip down.
"See!" She said happily, as I lifted my hips up and she slid my shorts and underpants down. "Actually, that's quite a nice one."
"Don't you dare compare it to one of your pictures, or -- ACK! What the Fuck?!"
Cass's hand had reached out and she now had my dick lying across her palm, stroking it with her thumb. And of course, it being a dick, it was revelling in the attention.
"Well this has grown a bit since we used to sunbathe naked at the villa."
"Cassie? What the fuck are you doing?" I said, though it was pretty obvious, as she bent down and kissed my cock, before she went to take it into her mouth.
"You'll have to tell me whether I'm doing this right. I haven't done this that often."
"No! No! No! Aaaahhhhhhh!" Even when we were younger Cassie always got her own way. But I had to resist 'manfully', even though her mouth on my cock was a wonderful feeling. "You don't have to do this..."
"But I want to Kaz, I'm missing sex, even the awful sex I usually have. Do you know I can probably count the number of blow jobs I've given on one hand ... " Cass thought about it for a second, "Well. I haven't given many, anyway."
And she wasn't doing too badly either, her mouth and tongue were very gentle, her lips circled my cock and she kissed and licked it up and down, sucking as she drew her head up. I rested my hand on her head.
"Don't force me!" She looked up. "I'm not ready for that."
I stroked her hair, pulled it away from her face, back over her ears, "Okay!" I said. I expected her to get it out of her system and stop. But she didn't, gradually trying to get more of my willy, as she called it, in her mouth and down her throat. I stroked her back through her shirt, wondering whether I could -- should - fondle her breasts. I decided instead to slide my hand up the back of her shirt and smoothed my hand over her tanned, and smooth back.
"You do know that doing this will change our lives completely?" I said as her soft lips slid up and down my cock, and she cupped my balls in her hand, fondling them gently. I think I was trying to tell myself that I was putting up some sort of fight, because I was enjoying what Cass was doing way too much. It was never going to be a porn star blowjob -- all jabbing my cock deep into her throat, and 'gak-gak-gak!' sounds, but Cass was earnest about what she was doing, and intent on experiencing a blow job for herself and not just my pleasure. And that was good, because she was enjoying it, not just going through the motions. She licked, she sucked, she nibbled with her lips, she bobbed her wet mouth up and down. Cassie filled her mouth with my cock, cramming it into her cheeks, making them bulge with the head of my dick. At one point she even hummed as she sucked my balls. I have had better blow jobs, but I was enjoying this one. A lot.
Cassie paused, "I think that what happens in lock-down, stays in lock-down, wouldn't you say?"
I laughed, "Only if you'll let me use that in a story."
It was her turn to laugh, as she considered it, still gently stroking my balls, "Okay. But I have to be in it."
I still wasn't sure that this was a good idea, but as Cass literally had me by the balls at that precise moment - gently massaging them with her elegant fingers, I decided I'd go along with it. "Okay." And I relaxed back into the cushions of the couch and let my sister continue her work on polishing my knob with her tongue.
My hand roamed across Cass's back and down to her bum. Yes, it's a small (ish), tight, surprisingly taut one, but it fits nicely in my hand, and is pleasantly touchable. I kneaded her bum cheeks as she worked on my cock. This made her groan.
"Oh, that's nice!" She said as she lifted her head a moment. She pushed back onto my hand. I took that as an invitation to slide my hand inside her leggings and tug them down her legs so that I could feel her bum for real. The thong she was wearing was so small that all I could feel was Cass's flesh. Warm, tanned, taut, smooth - my sister's arse.
Her underwear was basically nothing but strings, so thin that, as I roamed my hand across her arse cheeks, it was inevitable that the exploration would be about more than just fondling. The string of her thong slipped in between the smooth globes of her bum, not covering the pucker of her bum at all, and there was bugger all at the front, except where the diminutive piece of cloth covered her pussy. That coverage could easily be described as 'barely'. The cloth was wet already, her labia were swollen under it and her juices had soaked it.
I slipped my hands around the curve of her bum and found a knot on her hip. Finding and undoing were virtually one and the same thing. The same on her other side. Cassie lifted her head and grinned, as she felt it go loose round her waist. I just drove my hand deeper inside her pants and grazed my fingers across her bum-hole, and down into her pussy.
Cassie, who had been kneeling by my side, threw her head back and moaned at the ceiling. "Oh God, Kaz! Touch me there!"
I was planning to do more than just touch her 'there'.
It was as if my sister's hips had taken on a life of their own. While her mouth and her hands were busy with my cock, licking and suckling, loving it with her soft lips and cool hands, her hips responded to my hand, my probing fingers. Her pelvis danced, softly undulating, circling, thrusting back into my hand, as I stroked in and out of her wet pussy. Her labia blossomed, flowering with my probing.
I pushed my first two fingers in between them, sliding over the threshold off her pussy, feeling it slick against my fingers.
I took my fingers out and with my eyes locked on hers, licked them in front of her. It was hard to judge her expression as she watched me - partly surprise, partly ironic amusement, but when I dipped my fingers again and offered them to her, she opened her mouth and tasted herself.
"Oh!" was all she said.
"You taste very nice." I told her. "A little sharp, with a hint of sweet sweat, but overall, I would say 'Davvero molto bello'" And I kissed my fingers to emphasise just how nice. Cassie laughed.
"I've never tasted myself before." She said. I leaned in and kissed her deeply, tasting myself, and her on her lips, "Now -- we're even." I didn't tell her that that wasn't even close to being a first for me.
That kiss morphed. It had been an open-mouth exploration of each others lips, if the kiss had been a glass of wine, we'd have been sampling the 'nose' of the wine, enjoying the aromas and flavours. Cassie exploring mine and me sampling hers. Then it was as if we had knocked back the whole glass. It became a voracious, hungry exploration of each other's lips, and tongues, and a full blooded passionate kiss. We fell sideways on the couch, shedding clothing as we did, my cock nestling up against her naked pussy, and our limbs tangling with minds of their own.
I pressed my sister's nakedness to mine, and she in turn, pulled me on top of her.
My hands were on those boobs!
Those big warm, soft boobs.
The boobs I have been admiring for weeks, dreaming of for years, masturbating about -- lusting after since I hit puberty. Her big conical nipples responded, filling up and pushing out, filling my mouth as I licked at one, with my free hand tugging and teasing at the other. Cassie arched her back as the sensation hit her.
"Oh Kaz, that is good! Tug them a bit harder, please? Oh yes! YES!"
I was being careful not to tug them too hard, but Cassie urged me to do more, thrusting those lovely warm handfuls up at me, I worried at one with my mouth, gently grasping it between my teeth and tugging it side to side, while my other hand tugged and twisted more vigorous, until Cassie physically moved my head to the other nipple, which got the same sort of attention.
I stopped. After all my bleating on about incest and so on, I was diving into this head first. It appeared that Cassie was up for this, so what the hell, I thought, let's just fucking do it!
We were on my couch in the living-room. "Should we take this somewhere more suitable?"
Moving from the couch -- where we could always tell ourselves it was a bit of foolishness -- and taking Cass to bed would mean that we were taking this seriously. I wasn't sure whether she would feel the same. However, she didn't even think about it, and nodded her approval vigorously.
I put the TV off, grabbed the wine and the glasses, and followed her up the stairs, noting as I did so, that my sister's bottom, on the stairs ahead of me, looked like something you'd want to bite, and lick, and kiss and -- well, you get the idea.
It was a warm evening so I pulled the sheet down and invited Cassie to join me on the bed. She climbed on, kneeling with me in the centre of the mattress. We kissed, deeply, exploring each other in a way that was as far from a brother-sister kiss as it's possible to get, our bodies were pressed together with my aching erection pushed up between our bellies. Our hands explored our each other's naked flesh. It was every kind of wrong you could imagine between a brother and a sister, but it felt good, really, really good.
This had been a long time coming since I, a boy approaching my teens, had first become aware that Cassie was in fact a female, and my fantasies around that fact had been stoked by hot summer Greek island days watching her tan. Now here she was naked and willing on my bed.
We moved from the vertical to the horizontal, and I resumed what had become my worship of Cassie's breasts. She chuckled, "You really love them, don't you?" She said laughing.
"In the worst way," I told her. "But ...!" I said as I kissed them both. "There's more!" I said as I slid down the bed, kissing her bare mound.
"Are you ...?"
"Yes." I said kissing her thigh.
"Oh!" Was all she said.
From the way Cassie was moving under me I could tell she was excited. I love to tease so I started gently, thighs, mons, anywhere but. I felt her hands on my head, I looked up at her. She remembered what she had to me said earlier. "Sorry."
"No." I told her, "It's okay, it helps me understand what you want better."
What she wanted was for me to dive in and get busy with her pussy, which wasn't going to happen just yet. Instead I worked my way closer and closer, kissing and licking, then moving away. Until, at last, with the pressure of Cas's hands on my head, I sought out her surprisingly long clit and planted a big wet sloppy kiss right on top of it.
Her back arched as the sensation hit her, groaning in pleasure. This was a good start. I was really hoping I could rock my sister's world, and it looked like I had a good chance of achieving that.
"Oh! Kaz, do that again!"
Of course, I didn't, at least not immediately. I always aim to give my lovers what they want, but not always when they want it. Instead I moved further down, sliding my togue up and down through her slit, exploring the darker lips of her pussy, pressing my face closer and my tongue deeper. As the hands on my head got more and more demanding, I switched back to Cas's clitoris.
"Oooohhhhhhhhh!" She moaned as I sucked it in between my lips.
"Fffff............!" as I swirled my tongue across and around it.
"Jeeeesus! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhh!" As I gripped it gently between my teeth and tugged.
I was enjoying this teasing. And so, apparently, was my sister. Time to move up through the gears.
Where before my tongue had been leisurely, gentle, and exploratory, my next visit to her juicy furrow was more energetic. I was ravishing her pussy, plunging my tongue in and out, broad lascivious licks, and sweeps, up and down. And then I made my move.
Lifting Cassie's hips in my hands I licked her from the top of her pussy to her bottom, swirling my tongue around her pucker and across it. A shiver of sensation flushed through her, as I worked my way back up to her cream coated pussy.
Cas lifted my head up and looked at me, her eyes were half-hooded, and I think she wasn't really seeing me, because the next thing that I knew, her body was wracked with an orgasm that made her buck and jump like she had been electrocuted.
I pressed my tongue to her clit, pressing it hard against her pubis. This is a hell of a technique if it works, it just keeps the orgasm going, and going, and going.
And going.
And going.
Eventually though Cass was pressing her hands against my head, pushing me off, as she laid her head back and collapsed on the bed. I crawled up next to her and lay there, watching her, eyes closed, lying there quite still.
Cass lifted her arm up, limply, her hand and forearm flailed in the air for a moment, then she reached out and touched my face. She didn't say anything, just rested her hand on my face. I wasn't sure if she was trying to locate me or just looking for support, not that it mattered.
I lay there watching her through her fingers. Eventually I asked if she was alright.
"It's always better when someone else does it!" She said eventually, sounding a little like she was speaking from a distance away, "But I don't think it's ever been that much better before."
She took her hand away, and rolled onto her side to look at me. "That was incredible! I mean not just the oral thing but the orgasm! How did you learn to do that?"
I smiled. "You learn things -- here and there."
"I am so glad you learned that. So, so glad." She laughed. "I don't think I've ever ... er ... 'cum' that hard." It was interesting to hear Cassie say 'cum', probably not the kind of language she would ever have said before Lock-down, and her exposure to porn. There was almost a 'my work here is done' feeling.
I opened my arms to her and she moved towards me across the bed, turning away from me so that we snuggled in a spoon.
I hadn't been with anyone like this for over three months, that it was Cassie lying there with me didn't matter. Really, despite all of my misgivings earlier, it felt okay, comfortable, right somehow. It just felt really good to be there with her, naked, skin on skin. It was good to feel her smooth skin against mine, her lean, shapely thigh resting alongside mine. It was good to have her cute bum nestled in my groin, my erection pressed up between her tight bum-cheeks, and her back lying against my belly and chest. I think she was feeling the same because she slid her hand back and between us, searching for and finding my cock and holding it in her hand.
Almost as if she was confirming what I was thinking, Cas turned round. "Are you okay? With what we did, I mean?"
"I looked at her, "Isn't it a bit late to be asking that now?"
She gave a funny sort of smile. "I suppose so. But you are okay, aren't you?"
"And if I said no?" I asked. "We just broke one of society's biggest taboos. Okay we haven't made love, yet, but that was pretty intimate. We've crossed a line tonight ..."
My sister looked at me hopefully. Her hand on my cock, flexed, gently working it. "Stop being a dick Kaz, and answer the question."
"Of course, I'm okay with it. Okay, I wasn't sure earlier but honestly? I wouldn't be anywhere else at this precise moment -- even if there was somewhere else to go to. How about you? How do you feel about it?"
Cas thought for a moment before answering, unconsciously bring her other hand to caress my cock as she did so. "Yes."
The short answer surprised me. "That's it? 'Yes'?" I had expected a deeper exploration of how she was feeling.
"Yes." She said emphatically, "I'm happy here, I enjoyed what we've done so far, and I want to do more Kaz. So, yes."
And with that she slid down and placed her breasts either side of my dick and started to tit-wank me. "We are going to do more tonight aren't we Kaz?"
"Not if you keep going on with that. I'll blow way too quick."
"Is it good?" She giggled.
"Heavenly." She was a bit awkward, but it did feel good, those boobs and my prick, "But let's do it again another night. Roll onto your back."
Cassie did as I asked, and I rolled with her, half covering her as I reached down and diddled her pussy, aiming to get her even wetter. She moaned as my fingers penetrated her, reaching around my shoulders and pulling me in to kiss her.
She was very wet, lubricious is a good word, so I moved over and got between her legs. Cassie was clearly eager, "Come on Kaz, stick your big fat fuck stick in my hot wet cunt!"
I looked at her, gob-smacked. "What?"
"I was just trying to talk like they do in the stories." Cass looked embarrassed, before laughing at her own attempt to talk dirty.
I shook my head, laughing. "'Big fat fuck stick'?".
Cassie slapped me for laughing, "Just fuck me, smart-arse."
"Okay, I'll use my big fat fuck stick, should I?" Another slap. With that silly moment done, we got back to where we were.
Cassie lifted her hips to let me in, and although she was wet, my sister was tight, deliciously tight. I rested her bum on my thighs, pulling her in towards me. I was planning to start slowly, but Cass wrapped her long, smooth legs around my back and pulled me in even more. That pull was the start of it, as she relaxed her legs I began to pump in and out, and she matched me, pulling me in with her legs as I thrust forwards, relaxing as I pulled out.
Despite her supposed 'lack of experience' in her sex life, and/or despite her ability to talk dirty Cassie took to fucking like a duck to water. It started out as very much a missionary fuck, but soon Cassie and I were exploring the further possibilities of her long and supple legs.
"Yes! Oh! Yes!" She moaned tentatively, I grinned and nodded, encouraging her.
"Tell me where it feels good?"
"There! Right there Kaz!" Cass was sideways onto my hips, so that I was kneeling straddling one of her legs, while her free leg extended up my torso. Not only could I caress her leg, and the soft sensitive skin behind her knees, but it also gave me access to diddle her clit or play with her boobs as we fucked. It was also a good position for me to get a good rhythm, keep up a good stroke. I mean normally there's that whole slipping-out-every-so-often thing. In this position there was none of that, and I was able to thrust in and out of my sister, and really explore her pussy with my cock.
"YES!" Cassie cried, "Just a little more_" I never found out what she wanted a little more of because just then, Cass threw her head back and groaned loudly as she came.
And what a cum it was, shaking, moaning and those awesome boobs bouncing around, oh man it was a sight to behold. When she had finished, Cass put her hand against my chest and pushed back so that she lay back on the bed. I lay down next to her.
"Are you okay?"
Cassie shook her head slowly, side to side. "Yes." Then she threw herself on me, her face serious and intense, hugging me tightly as she gave me a loving kiss on the cheek.
"What was that for?" I asked.
"For being my brother, and loving me."
I looked at her in surprise. "Okay, go on ..."
"That was it!" She said happily. I waited for clarification. "I came! That was the first time I have cum from penetration! I have never cum that way before! And you did it!"
"Never?" To be honest I was a bit stunned.
"No!" She said, "I've always had to finish myself off later. Oh Kaz! That was wonderful." She hugged me tightly again. "Tell me we can do that again Kaz, please can we do it again?" She sounded childishly eager.
I looked at her again, "You've really truly never cum that way before?"
"You wouldn't believe the number of times I have had to fake it over the years."
"Even with Marco?" Cassie's ex, and her baby-daddy.
"Remember what I said?" She said, I could hear the melancholy in her voice, "'Lie back and think of Venice'?"
It struck me how sad this was, I mean sex is as much about sharing as it is about getting your rocks off, right? For example, I personally believe that foreplay should be so amazing that your partner should feel like you're putting her out of her misery when you slide your 'big fat fuck-stick' into her 'hot, wet cunt'. It should be about making sure she gets off, at least at the same time as you do, if not before, during and again after. That it had never happened like that for Cassie explained a lot about her sex life and her marriage, which was a shame because I really like Marco. At least they had remained friends.
Suddenly Cassie's looked at me, "You've not cum yet, have you?"
"That's not a problem." I shook my head, dismissively. It wasn't, honestly, my sister's reaction was enough for me, but Cass wasn't going to be dissuaded.
"Can I try something?" She asked as she moved on top of me.
"Feel free!" I told her.
"I want to do that reverse cowboy_"
"Cow girl." I corrected her.
"Cowgirl." She repeated. "That makes sense." I could actually see the thought progressing on her face, as she paused. "Have you ever ...?"
I shook my head, "A guy?" She nodded. "Not my thing, really."
"Would you ever ...?"
"Dunno, but up to now I've never felt the urge or had the opportunity to. Can we get back to the job in hand please?"
"Sorry!" Cass gave another girlishly embarrassed smile and turned herself round, rubbing my cock with her taught buns as she did. I supported her as she got into place, then lowered her down onto my erection.
"Ooooh!" Her exclamation was part moan and part squeal of delight. "That's good! Oh yes!" I slid up inside her. Slick but still tight, it felt wonderful.
"Okay, now rock back and to." I said.
"Like this?"
Holy fuck! That was good. "Yes! Just like that Cass."
She quickly got into the pleasures of the motion, sliding back and to, and up and down, pushing her pelvis back so that the head of my cock moved up against the walls of her vagina. I didn't need to do anything, just hang on and enjoy it. I could feel her fingers as she masturbated herself while she fucked me, Cas was going for this whole heartedly. I suspected she would cum soon.
For myself I was pushing my hips up underneath the motion of her arse. I was also getting close -- and it was going to be a good one. The choices, thrust up and pull Cassie down on top of my cock? Throw her over onto the bed and take her from behind? Or just let her enjoy herself?
"Cassie," I panted, "Ease up love, I'm getting close."
She looked at me over her shoulder, slowing her motion and letting me thrust upwards, she pushed down and forwards as I pushed up. She reached back with her right hand and took my hand in hers. Suddenly there was no choice at all. I felt it rushing up through me and I pulled her downwards, grinding her pelvis against mine. She felt it too, and pushed her hips back against me, forcing my cock against the front part of her pussy, at the same time I felt the tips of the fingers on her other hand touching herself -- and me.
"Oh Cassie!" I groaned.
"Yes?" She said, then suddenly her eyes got wider, "YES KAZ! OH GOD, YES!" and writhed on top of me as her orgasm shook her.
I let go of her hand and pulled her hips tighter to mine, as I started cumming inside her, as she shuddered on top of me. I was shooting strings of gooey cum - from my big fat fuck stick - up and deep inside my sister's hot wet cunt!
And it felt good. Very good! It was one of those cums that you feel should be commemorated every year on this day, that good.
I think she enjoyed it too.
I came again after the first spasm -- two very strong, sharp jolts. Each one convulsed my hips up, bucking Cassie up into the air. She climbed off, my cock falling slick and slimy from her as she did so. She lay down next to me, and pressed herself against me.
"That last bit -- the bucking, was that why they call it the cowgirl?" I nodded. I didn't feel comfortable with speech at that point.
"I came again." She said with a smile in her voice, another nod from me. "That's twice Kaz."
I held my fingers up in a victory sign.
Cass got up on one elbow. "Are you okay?" I nodded, and reached my arm around her shoulder, pulling her in tight before kissing her deeply. She relaxed next to me.
"I'm beginning to understand better." She said.
"Understand what?"
"How much fun it can be ... sex, I mean."
I nodded. "Yes."
Suddenly, after all of the surprise and the passion, a thought occurred to me, "Cass? Are you on the pill or anything?" we had just had unprotected sex. Unprotected incestuous sex!
"No." She replied cheerfully, "Nothing."
I sat upright, before she laughed. "After Lucia was born the doctors thought it would be safer if I had my tubes tied. Hurt like hell, but ... you know?" She shrugged.
Once again, I got a sense of the sadness that lurked in the background of Cassie's life. She was a success in her chosen field, well respected, and near the top of her particular tree. But in all of that, her sexual experiences had been not particularly good, with the exception of her beautiful daughter, and then she had been denied the opportunity of more children. I hadn't known any of this, Cassie had kept it quiet. And I understood that it was not normally the sort of thing she'd ever have discussed, even recently. Cassie just got on with the rest of her life.
I thought it was grossly unfair. Sex for me has always been fun, and I have been lucky to have had some adventurous and eager partners, people like me, who are doing it for the pleasure. By treading carefully, none of my relationships have been too involved, but we've always had fun, and I have remained friends with most of my partners. Cassie had been going through her life missing out on one of life's greatest pleasures.
I had never even considered incest before - I mean sure I had written about it, but as for actually doing it, well it just wasn't on the radar. Now, however, it felt like a bit of a mission. I know how to enjoy sex, and I could help my sister enjoy it. People all over Britain were using the lock-down to have new experiences or learn new skills, this 'project' would be mine and Cassie's.
I must have moved or something because Cassie rolled towards me. "What are you thinking?" so I told her, about the 'project'. Typically, Cassie dismissed my concerns about her sex life with a 'pffffh!' noise.
She was resting her chin on my chest, looking up at me, "I'll write it up. I'll tell the story and put you in it." I told her. "I'll even give you a new name?" I told her.
"Like what?" She was curious.
"How do you fancy being a Cassandra?" I asked.
"Cassandra?" She road-tested the name aloud, "Cassie? Cass? Okay, but who will you be?"
"I'm thinking Kazimir, there was a guy I knew at college called that, great bloke, fucking epic name."
"Kaz." She said quietly. "I like that. Our parents though, what were they thinking? Cassie and Kazimir?" We both laughed.
"What would they think if they could see us now?" She wondered.
"Dad would have had a fit," I suggested, "But mum was a bit cooler than he was so -- nah! I don't know." I leaned over and kissed her again. Definitely not a brother-sister type of kiss. It was all tongue and exchange of bodily fluids. Cassie is a good kisser.
Cassie broke off, "Will I be voluptuous like you said?"
"Of course." I told her.
Cassie smiled. "Will you kiss them again?" She pushed her boobs up at me in invitation.
"My pleasure." I said as I bent my head.
We didn't get a lot of sleep that night. It was a good job that neither of us was working the next day. Introducing Cassie to 'doggy' style was a hell of a lot of fun, she loved how deep I was able to get, and she said it felt a bit 'caveman', but she also said that a bit of caveman from time to time was good for the soul. I also helped Cass explore oral sex -- what she initially lacked in skill; my sister made up for with enthusiasm. By the next morning she was getting very good.
We tried playing with a bit of light bondage. I got a couple of my silk neck-ties out of the wardrobe and tied her wrists to the bed posts while I ravaged her orally again. It's a good job our neighbours are a decent distance away from us, as Cassie shrieked quite loudly several times, and she wrapped her legs round my head. I think she quite enjoys cunnilingus.
Actually, I know she quite enjoys it.
As dawn got closer, we slept for a while, I had thought she might go back to her own bed, but she did seem quite comfortable snuggled up next to me. Me? I looked down at her sleeping with her head on my chest, my older sister, my beautiful, sexy, clever and eminently fuckable older sister. I have genuinely never loved her more than at that moment.
I reached across myself and used my thumb to wipe a fleck of jism off her cheek. She murmured something as I did, softly, not really words. And as I sucked it off my thumb, I drifted off myself, and slept like the proverbial log.
The next morning at breakfast I expected some reaction to the previous night -- angst, regret, questioning, that sort of thing. It's all very well to do something like that in the heat of passion but in the light of a new day with the sun streaming in through the windows, people often reconsider.
Nothing!
No 'we shouldn't have done it', no 'oh god, what did we do?' and definitely no 'do you hate me?'. I didn't regret it, even though I had had reservations to begin with. We are both adults, what Cassie said about her hysterectomy meant there'd be no chance of children, and to be honest it wasn't the first taboo thing I have ever done, and I dare say it won't be the last. But seeing my sister when she came down to breakfast was what convinced me that, even though it was taboo, and illegal, what we had done was right.
The first thing I noticed was that Cassie seemed to be glowing. Most of the time when I describe Cass, or talk about how other people describe her, they say words like 'elegant', 'glamorous' or they say she is 'classically beautiful'. It had never really struck me before but Cassie could also be described as aloof, kind of remote. Which is okay in an academic, after all you want learned rather than sexy when you're being authoritative about Renaissance painters. But I know how passionate Cass is about what she does and that doesn't always come through, when she talks.
That morning, walking round my kitchen and in and out of the conservatory, in her outsized t-shirt, wearing silky red knickers, with cute little lacey bits, bare-legged and bare footed -- she looked incredibly sexy. I'm not sure whether it was the 'just roundly fucked' look, or whether perhaps we had unlocked Cassie's inner goddess -- but she looked stunning. She radiated sexy, her posture was more relaxed, she moved gracefully, and her boobs, while not any bigger, seemed to have shifted slightly and they fitted her body better. That sounds crazy, because there was absolutely nothing wrong with them, or her, before, but that morning it was like it had all fallen into place. And I tell you, Peter Paul Rubens himself never did a finer piece of work.
The inner tension she had been showing for a couple of days had dissipated as well. She no longer had that frazzled look she had been wearing.
After breakfast Cass kissed me, deeply, and went upstairs first to shower and then to write -- she was still officially taking a few days off but she told me that she felt she had to go and write some stuff down.
When she came down a couple of hours later, she looked happier.
"I'd reached a point where it wasn't working," she said, meaning her book.
"And?"
"It works now!" She smiled happily. It was, she said, as if for the last few weeks, she had just been putting words onto the screen, and now her passion for her subject had come back to her. She had looked at what she had written recently and had started to edit big chunks of it, and re-written a couple of sections. Cass leaned over and kissed me again.
The whole mood in the house was lifted. I knew she was suffering a bit but I hadn't realised how stressful it had gotten, and that stress was probably what had caused Cass to go off on me over the story that set her off. She'd been getting in a stress spiral over her work and I hadn't noticed. And while I had been making every effort to look after Cass, I hadn't noticed how I was also getting stressed as well.
We spent that afternoon together -- I was making supper and Cassie helped me. As the afternoon turned into the early evening, the sky cleared and the late sunshine bathed the garden. I opened the French door in the dining room, lit candles and put some soft music on, and we ate in a happy silence, there didn't seem to be any need to say anything.
After the supper dishes were washed and put away, we sat and watched End Game -- 'Ah!' Cassie exclaimed, 'I love you 3000'! All through the film Cass sat leaning against me, her back against my chest, and her hand resting on my thigh or holding my hand. The film enthralled her; apart from the scene with Tony and his daughter, I don't think she said more than about ten words through the whole thing. She loved the girl power moment and I think she actually fought back a tear when Iron Man died. (After the film, I showed her one of the scenes that they cut, where the surviving Avengers take a knee after Stark's death, and she did tear up a little.)
After the film we sat and finished our drinks, and talked about the series -- it's always going to happen like that with us, we can't just watch something, we have to talk about it after. Cass was really impressed when I told her how the series had been story boarded back as far as the first Iron Man movies and Thor, but then I got interested in nuzzling Cassie's neck and my hand started to wander across her magnificent voluptuousness, and I lost track and we went to bed.
The next few weeks were more of the same -- we worked during the day, and once a week I would go out for supplies. Sometimes Cass would come out with me (all masked up of course) just so that she could get out of the house. Then at night we fucked like bunnies. We tried all sorts of different things, or as much as we could in the circumstances. We watched porn together, and Cassie realised that it was possible to get physical - tugging nipples with your teeth, the occasional spank -- and for it to be sensual. She allowed me to hold her head while she was going down on me, but drew the line at having a hand on her throat. We only ever did stuff like that where she felt comfortable in trying it. Cass also tried anal, but was a bit wary of it, and never really liked it. Which was cool.
Cassie got a hell of a lot better at blow jobs, she loved to give and get oral, she was so into it that one time she came when I just breathed on her pussy.
My sister moved into my room with me, and so it went on for the rest of our time together.
Occasionally we'd watch porn together, most times nude and often masturbating each other while we did, Cass quite liked some of the girl on girl stuff, which was okay by me, and she'd get all 'hot and bothered' by it which made it all the more fun.
Dirty talk was always funny. Cassie does swear but not that much, but never really got the hang of vulgarities. One night having spent some time in just making out -- I don't think I will ever get tired of Cass's boobs, she was wanking me off with her boobs -- yes, it was that good, I swear, stroking my cock in just the right way, and I was getting close. Sensing this, Cass tried to encourage me by saying, "Splash your man-jizz all over my gazongas Kaz, flood my tits with your baby batter!"
That fucked the moment, completely. I was helpless, giggling, "Oh Cassie! Gazongas? Seriously?"
She started laughing too, "Baby batter? Who thinks these words up?"
After a while we had both stopped laughing, the moment had gone, but we lay there together just relishing each other's company.
After a while something that I had been thinking about for a couple of days fought its way to the surface. "Where is this going Cass? This new deep relationship between us, is this 'it', or are you going to just dump me and run as soon as we get out of this damned lock-down?"
Cass laughed, not unkindly, "Of course I'm going to run as soon as I can!" Then she leaned back on my chest, looking back at me, and said, "That doesn't mean our relationship isn't deeper than it was. I was pretty stressed out because of the lock-down and all, when I read that thing, and blew up at you. But since then I've learned so much in these last few weeks -- about sex, about you and about myself. I hadn't realised I was missing so much. And I've realised how very much I love you."
Now there was a word we hadn't used very much in conversations before now. In all of my relationships I have generally avoided it, but with Cassie it was different. I didn't feel the need to hide from it.
"So, am I going to see more of you?" I wondered.
"Are you getting needy Kaz?" She asked with a cheeky grin.
"Not really," I said honestly, "But we've ever been closer, and I wondered..." I stroked her left nipple with my fingertips, making Cassie shiver with the sensation.
"I'm not sure." She said. "There's going to be a lot of work, picking up from where we were before the quarantine, and this draft of the book is nearly ready to go to the publisher - so there'll be re-writes. And I am supposed to start a speaking tour in the new year. But I will come and see you as often as I can ..." a sly smile crept across her face, "And maybe we can lock ourselves down for a couple of days. Because...?"
"What happens on lockdown stays on lockdown." I kissed my sister. "I will make sure that there is plenty of wine, when you do."
"And chocolate, don't forget to get chocolate!" Cassie's hand snaked around my neck and up the back of my head, drawing me towards her.
We kissed gently, our lips meeting softly, for a long breath, then Cass went on, "And of course, there is nothing to stop you coming to Italy and we can find somewhere to lock-down there, too. Marco has a place in the hills near Verona, I can use it any time I want ..."
"Sounds good to me!" I said as I pressed my lips against hers, and we sank down on the bed,
Well I suppose all good things must come to an end. Italy lifted the travel restrictions, and as soon as they did Cassie was on the phone making a reservation.
We had, neither of us, had the virus -- though sometimes we'd had one of the symptoms or another, but because neither of us had had had them all at once or lost our sense of smell or the sense of taste, we concluded that we hadn't had the full monty, so it was time to end our lock-down and for Cassie to go home.
Was I sad? Maybe just a bit, but I was very aware that she had to resume her life, and that life was in Italy where she had her job and her flat, her whole life in fact. And I will be honest, I was looking forwards to having my own life back. We had got along together pretty well, really well, with one significant exception, and that had all been cleared up. But I was looking forwards to having the place to myself again. I won't say that there would be things that I could do again like watching porn on my big screen TV or walking round naked, because -- well, apart from video calls or having to go out of the house, that had sort of became the norm towards the end. I just wanted to be in my space on my own again for a while without constantly rubbing shoulders with someone else.
The English government -- the Scots and the Welsh were intent on doing their own thing - were talking about lifting certain restrictions as well, with regard to meeting up with other people -- not that I was going to run outside and meet up with a lot of people, but it looked like we were starting to come out of the other end at last. Certainly, I was getting more and more emails from my clients discussing how things were going to go forwards or looking for support with existing solutions.
Cass got ready and I took her to Heathrow. It's not a very long drive and the M25 still wasn't up to full speed, but the first part of the journey was quiet, inside the car and out. I put it down to Cass getting her head round the things she needed to do.
Then she said, "I need to thank you Kaz, that was all pretty weird but it was also fantastic as well - you were fantastic"
"Thank you." I was a little surprised by her compliment. "You're pretty special too."
"Do you think your life has changed because of it?" I asked, meaning, I suppose, was she going to shag anything and everything now.
"Apart from our relationship, you mean? No." the response was emphatic. "I'm not sure there will a string of lovers in my life from now on. I have a much better appreciation of sex, but I don't think there're many men I want to share it with."
"Okay," I said, "That sounds reasonable."
"What about you?" She asked.
"I'm the same, I think what we've done and what we've got is one of those things that will always be private, no matter who else I am with."
And that was pretty much it, except that Cas made me promise to come out and visit her so that she could return the favour. I dropped her off at the terminus and got out of there.
Five hours later I received a text from Cassie letting me know that she was home, and everything was okay, she signed it 'l u 3k'. I was back at home myself by then, sitting on my couch wearing just a pair of shorts and drinking a beer, working on a new app solution and watching replays of cricket matches on the telly.
I love my sister, literally and figuratively, and I will miss her ... but not for a couple of days.
Postscript
And still the pandemic rumbles on.
Cassie and I have talked a few times -- there is definitely something strange about nude zoom calls, but they're a lot of fun too - about me going there, but it's not working at the moment. We're locked down, then not locked down and then they say we'll be locked down again. However, confused it all seems, I have a goal, sometime soon Cassie and I will be locking ourselves down in Marco's place near Verona. I have seen the pictures, it's stunning!
THAT image is what is getting me through this.
Take care all, stay safe!