Stepsister&#x27;s Place Ch. 04

by Ravenblackerotica

story tags: stepsister, taboo, incest, female_orgasm, hero,
passionate_sex, creampie

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https://www.literotica.com/s/stepsisters-place-ch-04

Stepbrother must save his stepsister and face his father

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*Chapter one*

*John*

The tilted coffee table was flipped across the room as John let out a
shout. He felt a tornado of rage whirl inside him like nothing he had
ever felt before. Each thought of Marie pained him. He saw her blood on
the bed and floor and felt physical at the thought of her in distress.
Like the winds whipping inside him were filled with shards of glass,
every thought of his sister screaming in pain cut a hole deeper inside
him.

He stormed out of the room after swiping up every handful of dollars
and change he could see and stuffed it in his pocket. In the pitch
black of night, he stomped towards home. Towards the community. To the
only place he knew. He didn't know how he would get there. He did not
know what would happen once there. The community was miles upon miles
away. John didn't care. He would walk day and night for weeks if need
be to reach Marie.

The only thing he knew was he would get to Marie.

/I will save Marie./

John had walked for hours before a yellow car pulled to the side of the
road beside him. 'Taxi-Cab', the vehicle read. The driver was a
heavyset man leaning out of his window.

"Hey man, you need a ride? This is the interstate. You don't want to be
walking out here."

"You'd give me a ride anywhere?" John asked, exhaling several deep
pants.

The driver snickered and shook his head. "I wouldn't say anywhere, but
as long as the price is right."

"Price..." John dug in his pocket and pulled out the crumpled 5, 10,
and 20 dollar bills he had wadded together. "How far west can you take
me for this?"

"West?" The driver mauled over the amount of money with his eyes before
saying. "Maybe an hour or so."

John dumped the money into the driver's hand and got into the back
seat. The drive seemed like it paused time even though his mind raced.
He wondered if she was alive or if she was alive, how had he hurt her?
He could not have killed her. His father would be upset because of
their defiance, but he was more upset about losing Marie after having
already sold her in marriage. If he lost her and the sale fell through,
he would be shamed in the community. That was the biggest insult he
feared.

/What tortures is she suffering for her betrayal? What fate have I
subjected my stepsister to?/

It was halfway through the night when the driver turned down his radio
and spoke to John again.

"Hey, man. This is it. I drove an extra twenty minutes more because you
seem like a good dude, but this is as far as I can take you."

John got out of the car and looked about. He recognized the farms and
open fields, even at night. They were about fifteen miles from his
community.

"Very well, thank you," John said.

"Good luck to you, man," the driver said before turning around on the
country road.

John started at a brisk jog. A pace he could sustain for some time. He
was not a man built for running long distances. Though his tall long
limbs were good for runs, his bulky muscles built over years of tossing
bales of hay and working the fields made him slow. His pace quickened
the more his mind thought of Marie and the closer he got to her.

He would sprint for a half and mile then march for the other half, over
and over until finally he neared home. The smells, the sounds, the
sights... they were the same as he had felt his entire life. Birds
chirped as darkness faded to morning, the sun rose. John's shirt was
soaked through with sweat, but still he jogged. He jogged down the dirt
path all the way to the front of his father's house. The house where
his mother had died. The house he wished he never saw again.

Exhausted and near collapsing, John wheezed several deep breaths before
shouting, "Father!" Staring at the quiet house as the morning light
rose. "Father!!!"

There was motion inside the house, and the door opened. Only it wasn't
father who came out, nor was it Marie. The man who stepped outside was
Tom, Marie's betrothed. Followed by Tom's father, Gary. Then five other
men from the community.

They walked down the stoop forming a wall in front of John.

"Where is... my father?" John gasped.

It was only then his father exited the house and from the front porch
looked down on his disobedient son.

*Chapter two*

*John*

John stared at the men, who glared down at him. Their eyes were set and
full of judgment. It did not matter to John. He was not here to placate
these men nor their ways of life. He was here to get his sister back.

"Where is she?" John panted, his exhausted body struggling to recover
from his all-night journey. His eyes darted from each man's face before
him, but none replied. "Where is she? Where is Marie?"

When he looked up at his father, who stood on the porch, he saw the
jagged look of the man's snarl. A man full of hatred and malice that
had built up and consumed him after a lifetime. It was then in that
moment that John questioned why he called this man father over so many
years. His mind searched for a moment to call upon in his memories.
Examples of love, affection, or warmth that he could cling to as
reasons he should still call the man father but none came to him. The
man was no more a father than a manager was at a factory.

Taking a step forward, he walked towards the house. If they would not
produce her, John would find his sister and take her from here. It was
Tom, Marie's betrothed, who shoved John backwards a step. Measuring the
scowl in Tom's eye, John could tell they knew of their relationship.
They knew his step sister was more than that to him now. And Tom didn't
want the competition.

Tom swung a right hook at John. John ducked below the punch and shoved
the boy backwards. He stumbled backwards and fell at the feet of his
father. Gary grumbled a curse and, while John still stumbled off
balance, struck a punch squarely in John's jaw.

The piercing strike jarred him and sent him falling into the dirt.
Before he could get up, a kick from a third man struck his face and
sent blood flowing from his nose.

"Ugh!" John flipped on his back and rolled to his side. Through blurry
vision, John saw Tom swinging his foot at her face. He stumbled to his
feet and felt weakness in his arms and legs, then felt Tom's boot hit
his leg. Hands grabbed at his arms and around his chest. They were men
from the community. Old men who had kept this community alive for
decades. The kind of man John would become in thirty years if he
stayed. The kind of man John's father expected him to become.

John felt his sweat-soaked shirt stretch to the limits as he used all
his effort to pull from the hands. Using all his strength, he sent one
man tumbling forward before Tom's punch connected with John's face. And
again, he ate another punch.

"You think you can steal my bride?" Tom yelled as he wound up for a
third strike. John snapped his hand loose and grabbed Tom's throat in
one hand. Tom still threw the punch, but it landed like nothing against
the taller man. Squeezing Tom's throat until his ferret face panicked
and turned blue, John gritted his teeth and thought that he would never
let go of this swine.

There was shouting all around John, hands clawed at him and swung
punches at his face, but he ignored them all. Then there was a strike
to his leg that seared pain through his knee and thigh. Gary had a long
piece of wood in his hand and was winding up for a second swing. John
released Tom and was thrown on to the ground while the boy wheezed for
air.

John wouldn't get up from the ground and when he was moved he wouldn't
remember how. The last thing he remembered was the dozens of strikes
raining down on his arms, legs, and head as he tried to shield himself.
It was his father who threw the last punch that sent him into
unconsciousness.

He still hit as hard as John remembered.

Lights came and went as did consciousness as he was moved and dragged
about. Darkness came again when the familiar smell of hay, dirt, and
barn hit his nose. He heard doors closing and rusty metal locks
clicking. This barn wasn't his father's, though. Everything hurt as he
found consciousness slowly. But gentle hands found his cheeks. Through
swollen and bruised eyes, John looked upon Marie's tearful face.

*Chapter Three*

*John*

"They came in so fast, I couldn't stop them," Marie had said later that
night. She cleaned his wounds with a tear of fabric from her skirt and
a bucket of water that was left for them. "There was a knock at the
door. I was stupid not to use the peephole. I just thought it was you
or something. "It was Gary, Tom, and... father."

"Blood..." John's mouth and tasted his own blood as he did. "There was
blood in the hotel room."

Marie looked away. Saddened and ashamed, it seemed.

"It was Tom and... and father," Marie shook her head as if confused.
"There's another side to that boy I hadn't seen before. He had a
gripped throat and started choking me. I swung and tried to get free.
We tipped over half the furniture fighting. His father pulled him off
of me... I thought I was going to die... when father grabbed me by my
hair I was so mad I spat in his face... that's when he gave me a bloody
nose."

John opened his eyes enough to see through the moonlight the crusted
blood around her nostrils and the bruising beneath her eye. John
gritted his teeth at the sight. He knew he was a mess of injuries, but
that was fine. He'd take any punishment as long as she did not.

"Did they tell you what they're going to do?" Marie asked with fear in
her voice.

John only shook his head.

"This is Gary's barn. They're holding us here but I don't know...
what... why they're holding us... what for..."

Once most of the blood was wiped away and cuts cleaned, John slipped
away to sleep in the dirt with his sister clung to his side. Their
bodies were each other's blankets.

Over the next few days, they were fed and watered, but were forced to
remain in the barn. After a day of rest, John could begin moving around
some but he immediately felt pain in his right leg where he had been
hit with the block of wood. Marie begged him to sit still and wanted to
care for him, but he kept his distance. He knew she'd be punished if
they were caught together like before.

Days passed. John didn't know how many--he didn't keep track. He didn't
want to. They kept Marie in, what John would come to learn was, Gary's
barn. John didn't know the terminology the community elders used to
make their evilness sound righteous, but he knew the truth of it. Marie
was being held as a hostage while John learned his place, again. Every
morning, the barn door would open and Tom and Gary were there to bring
him to Tom's place.

John limped with a hitch in his step from his injuries. He was a beaten
dog forced to mind his place. Forced to remember his place. He did much
of the same manual labor he had done at his father's place only now he
did it at Marie's soon to be husband's place. A penance for his attempt
at stealing a woman that had already been sold. Under a watchful eye,
he built a barn and additions to the house that Tom would soon be
having his sister in.

It wasn't told explicitly, but John understood the arrangement he found
himself in. If he continued to work and pay his penance in the form of
labor, his step sister would continue to be fed, watered, bathed, and
treated humanely in her captivity. Should he choose to struggle or
refuse outright, then her treatment would change. John was no fool, nor
was he averse to labor. In a way, this was the easiest way for him to
comprehend.

/My sweat and pain will buy her comfort and security. Life isn't easy,
but at least I know my purpose. I know what I work for./

John returned to Gary's barn under guard. John limped inside as the sun
set behind him. Gary had his double-barrel shotgun resting casually
across his lap as his horse walked 20 paces behind him. John's eyes
stayed low on the dirt as he slid the barn doors closed and entered the
darkness. A few seconds later he heard the chains being locked outside,
securing him inside after another day of labor.

"Eventually they are going to take me away," Marie spoke softly after a
long silence. "I will be married off to Tom as father said."

John said nothing and drank from the jug of water they shared.

"Eventually, they will take you back to your father's house. Then you
will eventually be sent off to marry some... some harlot. And that will
be that..."

"You will be safe," John said. "That will be enough."

"Enough for who. Not for me. I'd rather be dead than..."

"What if death is the other option?" John asked.

"You've seen what they did to you--to me. These people, this place...
it's not what we thought. I'd rather live a lifetime in hell than to
watch you die... There's nothing else I can do. I'm not who you want me
to be. I'm just not."

John laid on his back and when his sister neared his side, grabbing his
arm. He turned his back to her as he rolled to his side. He couldn't
deal with this. He couldn't be... he never could be what she needed.

John felt her soft body against his back. Her tiny arms wrapped around
him. Without warning, her hand gripped his muscular arm before sliding
down to his crotch. Rubbing his crotch up and down, he felt his cock
stir. Without invitation or words, his sister undid his pants and slid
her hand inside his underwear.

Marie's hand wrapped around his half limp cock and stroked it gently
but firmly. Her body spooning his, he felt her kisses through his shirt
on his upper back as she pumped his shaft hard in his pants. His cocked
flexed until his head pressed against the front of his underwear,
making his pants and underwear stand tall. Scooting his clothes down
from his waist, Marie freed his cock and forced him to his back on the
ground.

John didn't look at her immediately but his sister grabbed his chin and
pulled his lips to her's. Kissing so intensely they shared the moment
her hand circled his shaft, massaging it up and down. He felt her push
her tongue into his mouth as she squeezed and pumped his cock. She
panted quick breaths from her nose and between the kisses as she cooed
whiny moans. As if just touching his cock was a sensation she had been
deprived of for too long to bear.

Taking off her own clothes in a mad rush, John tried to focus. It was
dark outside and there was no knowing if there was a guard just out the
door watching through a crack or listening to their sounds.

"Marie, we shouldn't. We could be watched. He could be caught," he
warned as he watched his sister slide from her dress and expose her
breasts and curvy hips. When she ripped his shirt over his head,
undeterred, he tried again, "Marie, don't we can't."

But his words were cut off by his sister's lips pushing down on his as
she swung a leg over his hips. Her hands grabbed his interlocked
fingers as she pressed his hands down on the dirt beside his head.

With her naked body hovering over his, she said, "what I want you to be
is who you are. Not what father has convinced you are, but what you
were truly meant to be. It'd be easy to allow yourself to be stuck in
this small life and for you to say it's for my sake. But if you care
about me. If you truly care about me. You'll fight. Just as I'll fight
like hell with anyone that stands between us."

There was a brief moment where their eyes searched another's. John
looked up at his sister's marvelous breasts and flowing hair staring
down at him. And Marie staring down at her brother's muscular chest and
flexed arms. It was at that moment John knew he'd die before letting
Tom or any other man touch her.

"I am your's, and you are mine," John said, lighting a brilliant smile
on Marie's face. John pushed his hands up from the dirt and wrapped
them around her waist and the back of her neck as they kissed deeply.

*Chapter Four*

*Marie*

Marie kissed her brother deeply as she sat back on his lap. With one
hand she cupped his cheek and felt the energy, the passion, ignite in
him like a smoldering fire that only needed a burst of oxygen to turn
into a blaze. Her other hand reached between her thighs and found his
hard, erect cock oozing pre-cum as it searched for her pussy lips. Her
guiding hand eased his shaft into her lips.

Slipping down on him, Marie felt him fill her up and gasped. Breaking
from the kiss just long enough for a breath, their eyes met while laid
in the dark dirt of the barn. She was lost in the gaze of his strong
brown eyes. This was where she belonged. Pursing her lips as she pushed
further down his shaft.

"Ugh!" she groaned.

/This is where I belong.../

Holding her hips down on her brother's cock, she could feel his girth
and length stretching her hole. John reached up and grabbed her face as
he pulled her down for a deep kiss that made Marie sigh and moan. His
rough, large hands slid down her shoulders and rubbed down her ribs to
her hips, sending chills darting up and down her spine.

When his fingers slipped around her ass cheeks and squeezed them, Marie
felt him shove his cock even deeper inside her.

"Oh, god, John," she gasped, pressing her forehead to his.

Using her hand to help flip her long hair back over her shoulder, Marie
pushed her palms into her brother's muscular chest as she began to
slowly ride him. Lifting and falling back on to his cock, she felt her
vision blur. It felt so good.

Rocking her body into a motion, she rode him in a repetitive motion.
His hands grabbed the meat of her ass roughly enough to make her bite
her lip and want more.

Panting, she moaned uncontrollably, "oh, yeah," then quickly covered
her mouth with one hand to stifle the next moan. She watched the lines
in his abs and pecs flex as he flexed inside her just as he stared at
her soft, plump breasts jiggle with each hard thrust down on him.

"Ahh ahh ahhmmm...." Marie cried through the palm covering her mouth.

She leaned forward and cupped her cheek to her brother's as she rode
him. She felt his warm face on hers. Her breasts brushed his chest as
they swayed beneath her. She whispered into his ear with high-pitched
cries, desperate to scream but knowing she couldn't.

"Yes, yes, yes, I love it, I love it. You're gonna ah ah ah... make me
cum. Make- make- ohh god," Marie moaned.

Her skinny body writhed and rode on top of him. His hands rubbed and
gripped her hips as he bucked inside her. Marie's breaths became more
desperate, each one was more panicked. Every thrust inside her made her
eyes flirt with rolling back until...

"Oh god, I'm cumming!" She cried as John's lips found Marie's.

Her body stiffened and her pussy seized as her brother continued
stuffing her with each thrust. With their tongues intertwined and his
thick cock stuffed inside her, her pussy seized and the orgasm overtook
her entire body. Then John broke free from the kiss to release the
sexiest sound she had ever heard. He grunted a groan that made her
orgasm last another minute. She could feel his engorged cock swell and
flex inside her as he pumped her full of his seed, filling her to the
brim.

Both their bodies remained stiff and flexed as they rode out their
pleasure for a full moment. Collapsing into her brother's arms, she
laid on him in a sweaty mess on the dirty ground of the barn. She knew
they may not live much longer, but if they died tomorrow, she would die
in love.

*Chapter Five*

*John*

John laid with his arms and legs entangled with Marie's. He watched her
sleep all night and didn't manage any sleep himself. He knew this
couldn't go on. Today was the day it ended.

The sun had risen, and John knew it wouldn't be long now. He left Marie
to sleep in the dark recesses of the barn, put his clothes on, and
waited for the sound of the lock to the door being undone. When the
door swung open, John limped forward on his bad leg and stared Tom and
Gary in the eye.

Stepsister&#x27;s Place Ch. 04

by Ravenblackerotica (UID 2788845)

https://www.literotica.com/s/stepsisters-place-ch-04

Stepbrother must save his stepsister and face his father

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"I want to see my father," John said.

*Chapter Six*

*John*

John was brought to Tom's barn that morning and not his father's house.
Forced to work another day building the barn under Tom's watchful eye.
He wasn't sure he would be brought to his father until when they neared
sun down, quitting time, when instead of back to Gary's tent he walked
home. To his father's house.

It was a long walk and the hitch in John's step had ached and worsened,
but was going numb now as he walked. When he finally arrived at the
driveway of his father's house, he half expected to see a bloody mark
on the gravel where he had laid weeks ago, but there was nothing.
Marley and Jonah were back at the farm, John saw them saddled and tied
to a fence. Gary and John's father left the barn eyeing John with a
smirk.

"Show him inside, Tom," his father said.

"You heard your daddy," Tom poked. He hopped off his horse and casually
carried the double-barrel shotgun behind John.

Inside the house, John saw Marie laid on the floor in front of a couch.
Her legs were bound at the ankles, her wrists were tied behind her
back, and there was a gag in her mouth.

John felt a flare of anger at the sight and ran toward her. Lifting her
from the ground, he sat her on the couch and removed the gag.

"Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" John asked.

"They didn't. They-" Marie started.

"She's fine, John," his father said. "She's just here to clear the air
once and for all. Tom, why don't you take your fiancé upstairs. Clear
the air between you two there and complete your wedding this weekend."

"I will not marry him!" Marie snapped.

"I did not ask you, woman!" Her father snapped.

Tom smirked and went before Marie, untying her bindings around her
ankles. "Let's go, sweetheart."

Marie's eyes held John's as they walked by him. Her gaze was fierce.
She gave him a slight nod as if to say, /you can do this,/ as if she
could read his mind. It wasn't until they had gone upstairs that Gary
and his father spoke.

"Sit," his father's voice boomed like the scolding parent he was.

John limped over to the couch and sat behind the coffee table.

His father stood beside Gary across the coffee table. Gary held the
short 2x4 wood he had struck John with before.

His father spoke first. "You will come home and continue your chores
once Marie is married to Tom. After a month's time you will marry a
suitable bride and you will never see Marie again. Understood?"

"You beat me, you beat Marie," John said.

"You stole horses that weren't yours," Gary scowled. "You had unnatural
relations with your sister who was promised in marriage..."

"Step sister," John clarified, "and I raised those horses and tended to
them their entire lives. And that was not what I meant." He glared at
his father.

"It's called discipline," his father quipped with dead eyes.

"Marie and I wish to leave. You can keep the horses, but we will walk
out of here. You can keep the clothes on our backs for all I care. But
our souls are our own."

"They are not!" His father boomed. "I fed you, I brought you into this
world. You will both remain. No one born into this community may
leave."

There was a sudden loud thud as if someone was thrown on the floor and
it was followed by a shrieking scream.

"Marie!" John shouted and went to stand. Both his father and Gary moved
to hold him down. John grabbed the edge of the heavy oak coffee table
and flipped it over on top of them. The table flattened his father onto
his back but barely touched Gary, who was now raising the 2x4 over his
shoulder to swing like a baseball bat.

John charged the man like a wrecking ball and smashed his shoulder into
his chest before he could swing. Gary fell backwards and crashed into
an old dusty bookshelf. The wood broke and books fell and piled on top
of the man. As his father struggled to his feet, John ran upstairs into
the bed and saw Marie with her arms still tied behind her back and her
skirt hiked up as she kicked at Tom, who had his pants around his
ankles. Both men eyed the double-barrel shotgun laid on the edge of the
bed between them.

John dove first, but Tom was closer. Their hands met simultaneously,
but Tom had the better grip. He would have wretched the gun free had
Marie not spun and kicked her heel flush into Tom's jaw. Pulling the
gun loose, John pointed the barrel at Tom as he leaped for John and
pulled the trigger. The gun blasted rock salt into Tom's groin,
disfiguring him. Tom released a shriek of pain in a pitch he'd never
recognize coming from a man.

There were thunderous footsteps upstairs and John spun around and fired
the other barrel into Gary's gut. Gary fell over into the hall and out
of sight. Walking cautiously to the hall with his empty weapon, John
looked to see if he had killed his kidnapper.

It was when he was just at the hallway entrance John heard Marie's
scream, "John, look out!"

But it was too late. The piece of wood swung and struck him square on
the side of his forehead. The world went black as the stinging on his
temple went numb. When he awoke from unconsciousness, it must have been
only seconds later. John laid on the flat of his back with his father
swinging his 2x4 wildly.

Marie, still with her hands bound behind her, rolled across John's
chest with her chest. She protected him with her body as she kicked
wildly at their father. John saw the wood fall once hard on Marie's
back as she screamed in pain before he came to his senses.

Rolling Marie off, he jolted to his feet and grabbed the side of the
wood. His father and John wrestled across the room with the wood.
Toppling furniture and breaking glass, they slammed each other wall to
wall.

"John!" Marie screamed as if she wished she could help but couldn't.

The sound of her voice gave John the final push he needed to rip the
hunk of wood from their father's hands. In one hard swing, he crashed
the wood into the side of his father's knee, breaking it. When he fell
to the ground, John swung the bat and broke his other knee. Tossing the
wood away, he mounted his father and rained down long, heavy strikes
down on him. His broad shoulders and flexed arms pounded hits on their
father's face until his lips, nose, and forehead were covered in blood
and his eyes wavered in and out of consciousness.

When his arm tired, John stood, panting and faltering on his injured
knee. He ran to Marie, who wore fresh bruises on her face, legs, and
back. He undid her bindings, and they hugged for a time.

"John, let's go," Marie said as John walked back to his father.

Bracing his bad leg as he kneeled over him, John grabbed their father's
neck and held him down on the ground. With Marie standing over his
shoulder, John growled through gritted teeth.

"You hear me now. We are gone. We will leave and never come back. If I
see you again, I will kill you and bury you. Do you understand?"

John squeezed their father's throat and there was a gurgling sound
before he gruntted a weak and pathetic, "yes."

John dropped his father to the ground and felt Marie's hand to help him
to his feet. With their arms around each other's back, the pair looked
once more at their father before leaving the room. They didn't check on
Tom or Gary when they left, though they noted that they no longer were
making sound.

John wanted nothing more to do with this place and he wanted to think
of it even less. The sun was setting, much like the last time they left
this place. They walked to Marley and Jonah and untied them from the
fence. John and Marie mounted their horses and started their slow trot
away from the farm.

John's brows dripped blood down on his shirt, and his mind threatened
to obsess about the events that had just occurred. But before he could,
Marie moved nearer on her horse and grabbed his forearm.

"Hey... stay with me." She said, "I am yours, and you are mine..."

He smiled as darkness fell, "I am yours, and you are mine."

*Chapter Seven*

*18 Months Later*

*John*

John patted their horses, Marley, head as he took breaks between eating
mouths full of hay. Their two horses were penned inside the small barn
he had built as John saw thick clouds form overhead. Rain was coming.
Not that it was a surprise for where they lived. Washington state was
known for the rain and he thought that's why Marie chose this place to
settle down. There was something peaceful about curling up under
blankets on a rainy day, she had told him. He also thought mentally
their location gave them simple escapes should their father ever come
for them again. They had bought a plot of land that was within driving
distance of the Canadian border and the ocean. John knew they would
never need to run even if it wasn't for them changing their last names.
His father knew what would happen to him should he come looking for
them.

After making sure they had enough hay for the night, John hooked a tarp
of the unfinished portion of the barn to keep the rain out. They lived
in a small plot of land cleared of vegetation but surrounded by the
green forest. Living small and cheap for months was paying dividends as
they had just bought 5 acres of surrounding forest that once cleared
would be their horse's fields come next summer. John worked
construction and Marie was learning the internet and how to be a
part-time assistant in town. John had told her she didn't need to work
at all but she insisted on contributing.

Walking to the house, John kicked the dirt from his boots before taking
them off on the front porch. The house, like the barn, was small and
hand built by John and Marie over the past year. They left plenty of
room to expand both as their savings and income grew. Inside there was
a small living room and limited electricity for lights, a wood burning
furnace for heat, a kitchen, and a single bedroom. They had no need for
TVs, computers, or any distractions. Instead, they just shared a cell
phone.

Marie was at the sink washing dishes from the day before. She wore a
black open skirt that hung at her knees, and a blue top that fitted her
well. Slipping his arms around his wife's waist, John kissed her neck
in multiple spots and Marie angled her neck to the side and hummed a
note of approval.

"Not working on the barn today?" She asked while drying one of the many
glasses on the countertop.

"It smells like rain out there," John whispered.

Marie leaned forward and looked at the cloudy sky through the window
above the sink. The movement also caused her butt to press back into
John's crotch, which he couldn't help but notice the way she rubbed it
back and forth, slowly.

"Mmm, looks like rain, too." Marie smiled over her shoulder at her
husband, who smirked back playfully.

Reaching behind her with one hand, she cupped the back of his hand as
they kissed and their tongues met and John's hands warmly circled over
her belly and up her chest. He felt her fingers comb through his hair
as his palm closed around her left breast, squeezing and massaging it
through her shirt. With no bra on, he could feel his wife's tender
breast warm and her nipple harden quickly.

"Mmm... oh..." Marie hummed as she closed her eyes. John slipped his
left hand inside the front of her skirt and felt the warmth radiating
from her sex. His strong, rough fingers gently rubbed on her slit,
spreading her lips and slipping a single finger up and down her pussy
before circling her clit. He felt her chest rise and fall.

Marie placed her hands on the countertop to keep from losing her
balance as his fingers circled her clit faster and faster. Over and
over. She pressed back against him and her body formed against his. Her
knees quivered as her breaths became desperate.

"Oh god," Marie growled as the orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her
legs quivered and her entire body convulsed. "Oh, fuck. Yes, yes, yes!
Argh..."

With his hand vibrating on her clit, he felt her knee buckle suddenly
as she squirted on the hardwood floor in front of her. "Ahhh ohhhh
yesss...."

Marie turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck aggressively,
pulling his tall frame down for a hard kiss. Her hand rubbed his neck
and chest. Before pulling away, giggling.

"I told you not to do that in the kitchen. You made me make a mess,"
Marie smiled.

John smiled down at his wife. "I like making you make a mess."

"Oh, yeah?" Marie said, pushing away from him. "Big talk from a big
man..." She stepped away and walked backwards to the bedroom, hunching
low, and curling her finger up for him to follow. "Come on tough guy."

John chased her into the bedroom as she squealed in anticipation as he
scooped her up and threw her down on the bed. The two tore each other's
clothes off between kisses, and John pushed her to her hands and knees
at the foot of the bed. Feeding the swollen head of his throbbing cock
inside her tender and drenched pussy lips, John immediately felt her
soft warmth engulf him.

His warm hands slipped around her hips and pulled back on the meat of
them as he entered her deeper. Flexing his cock inside her, he grunted
as he felt her squeeze on him.

"Ugh.... oh god..." she gasped.

Without warning, he shoved his entire length inside her causing her to
shout a growl and her fingers to dig into the mattress. With hard bucks
of his hips and pumped his cock in and out of her pussy, making her
scream moans into the bed. Marie stuck her round ass up tall in the air
while her chest and face were stuffed in the blanket.

John's thrusts became steady and firm. Each one made her entire body
rock and her to cry out. Slowly after several minutes, she rose from
the mattress to her hands and knees.

"Oh fuck, fuck, yes! Yes! Fuck me, ahhh, godd!" She cried. Then,
through gritted teeth, she looked over her shoulder with a devious
smile and her hair a mess partially covering her face. "Come on,
brother. I thought, mmm... I thought you like making me make ahm! A
mess?"

John smiled down on her and smacked her ass hard enough to leave a red
mark and she moaned in pleasure as he jerked her hips back harder.
Fucking her pussy hard like she loved. His body flexed as he pounded
inside her, over and over.

"Yesss! Oh my god! Oh god..." she screamed and pushed back on the bed
to force her ass back against her brother's cock.

He fucked her so hard the entire bed rocked and her tits bounced and
clapped together wildly. He smacked her ass twice more, leaving a
handprint and making her entire body squirm.

"Oh fuck!" Marie moaned. "Pull my hair! Pull my- ahh ahh yess!"

John grabbed her hair in a tight ponytail and jerked her head back with
one hand while gripping her bouncing breasts with the other.

"Oh god... oh god... oh... oh... god...." Marie cried. She was barely
breathing as she gasped desperately. Her body went rigid when it hit.
"I'm cumming!"

Slamming his cock deep inside her, John felt her seize and cum,
squirting hard as she shoved her face into the bed to scream. John
couldn't hold out any longer and groaned as he sent strings of warm cum
inside her, filling her with his sperm until he had nothing left.

When the two collapsed on their sides on the bed, they laid there
panting for several minutes. Marie shivered constantly as the orgasm
continued to pulse through her.

"Looks like you made another mess," John whispered with a grin in her
ear.

Marie playfully slapped at his naked thigh behind her, then found his
hand and clasped it as she brought it around to her mouth. The rain
started with a trickle, then turned to a pattering on the windows
before it poured.

The two kicked away the comforter they had made a mess on and curled up
beneath the blankets. For minutes or perhaps hours, they laid there in
a state between wake and sleep, whispering to another. It never
bothered them that they didn't talk about the past because they had so
much future to discuss. They made each other laugh and shared long
tender kisses while listening to the rainwater in the forest outside.

It was moments like this one they dreamed of and fought for. Now they
get to enjoy them. Together.

Story Tags: stepsister; taboo; incest; female%20orgasm; hero;
passionate%20sex; creampie

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