Betrayed
Introduction:
Siblings spot spouses together at a motel.
“Really Jack? Is that all you ever think about,” she asked me coldly.
“Lately, yes,” I shot back.
“I told you that I’ve been extremely busy at the office. Not all of us are on vacation from work like you are,” she said.
“If it were just right now, I would understand. But baby, it’s been over three weeks since you even let me touch you,” I told her with a little anger in my voice.
Sitting on the edge of the bed she reached out and stroked the side of my face before saying, “I know, and I promise to make it up to you. Just not today.”
I couldn’t help wondering if I had done something to turn her off, or if it really was the extra workload she was under. It wasn’t like we’ve been married forever. Hell, for that matter it’s only been a little over three years, so she shouldn’t be tired of me yet. This was the peak of her real estate season, and being the top agent in the office did come with some stress. But having to resort to whacking off instead of screwing my beautiful twenty-five year old wife came with its own set of stresses. A healthy twenty-six year old man shouldn’t have to revert back to his teenage years to get some relief, that’s how I felt about the whole thing anyway. I released the hold on my now flaccid cock.
“Maybe when I get home tonight we can see about having some fun,” Angie said, then got up and finished dressing.
“Yeah,” I replied sullenly, knowing that her use of the word “maybe” meant don’t hold your breath buster.
Wearing charcoal gray slacks with a silk maroon blouse, her short strawberry-blonde hair neatly combed, she looked down at me and blew a kiss my way. The fullness of her red lipstick covered mouth caused an involuntary groan deep inside me. Before I could say another word she left, the closing of the front door telling me that I was alone. Once again my hand found the limp dick between my legs and softly started stroking. Closing my eyes, I conjured up a mental picture of Angie’s tight rear-end and felt my cock begin to stir back to life. Leisurely I let my hand stroke the shaft of my cock while daydreaming of bending Angie over and slamming into her tight shaved cunt. I don’t have a porn star sized cock, but it is fatter than average and with a mental picture of Angie’s ass in my head, it wasn’t long before it expanded to its fully erect seven inches. Faster and faster my fist pumped my rod, until the telltale feelings in my balls warned of an approaching orgasm. Not wanting to ruin the moment by going into the bathroom to finish, plus the fact that I was naked, I just continued to stroke my hard cock hoping to catch the mess on my stomach.
“Take that Angie,” I groaned aloud as my cock erupted in a volcanic geyser of sticky white ropes of cum. Some shot as far as my hair covered chest, but most just landed on my stomach and the hand holding my twitching tool. The slickness of the spunk that had oozed onto my hand helped to rub my pole even harder, prolonging the wonderful bliss I was feeling. Until the damn phone began to ring and ring and ring. I can’t catch a break I thought, as my dry hand snagged the phone from the nightstand and brought it to my ear.
“Jack, you there,” my sister Catherine almost shouted into phone.
“Yeah, I’m here Cat. What’s got you so excited,” I asked, still gently rubbing my spunk covered cock and balls.
Catherine, everyone called her Cat, was four years older than me and was the epitome of a Susie-Homemaker. A stay at home mother with one kid, Billy, so named because her husband’s name was Bill. My parents had her ten months after they got married, but held off having any more children till yours truly came along. Her and Bill had gotten hitched when I was just turning seventeen so we hadn’t spent much time together while I was growing up. Even though we live in a small town now, we still only see each other a few times out of the year. It’s not that we don’t love each other, it’s just that we have our own separate lives and sometimes it is hard to fit get-together times into our schedules. Our parents had sold their home and moved back east after both of us left the nest. We saw them a couple of times since they moved and stayed in contact through phone calls and facebook. The one odd thing about Cat and myself was the fact that our birthdays fell on the same day, only four years apart. How our parents had managed that was a mystery to both of us. I thought that was why she was calling since our birthdays were tomorrow.
“I have a problem and I don’t know who else I can talk to about it except you,” Cat stated.
“What sort of problem,” I asked half-heartedly.
“I don’t want to talk about it on the phone. Could you meet me at Neilson’s Café as soon as possible,” she asked.
Looking at the bedside clock I saw that it was only eight-thirty. Neilson’s Café was on the outskirts of town right across the road from the new five-star motel, about a ten-minute drive from my place. I told her I would be there in thirty minutes or less, hung up and hit the shower.
It only took me twenty-five minutes. When I pulled my truck into the parking lot I spotted Cat’s Volvo near the side of the building and parked next to it. Inside I found her sitting at a small table by the window closest to the road. She had her back to me and jumped when I touched her shoulder before taking the chair across from her. It never fails to amaze me how much she and I look alike. We both have brown eyes and black hair; hers long and straight and as usual in a ponytail, while mine is almost military short. She stands a good five-nine in stocking feet and has the same athletic build that I do, although you couldn’t tell by the baggy clothes she preferred to wear. It occurred to me that I’ve never seen her in anything other than loose fitting attire. Why I was wondering what my sister’s body looked like was beyond me, I shook the thought from my head.
“What’s up sis,” I inquired.
At first I thought she hadn’t heard me. She sat stiffly in the chair and stared across the road at the motel, her eyes wide and unblinking.
“Hello,” I said, rapping on the table with my knuckles.
“Sorry Jack, lost in thought there,” she offered as an explanation while turning to face me.
“So what’s the problem sis,” I asked when the waitress left with my order for just coffee.
Leaning toward me over the table she said in a hushed tone, “I think Bill is cheating on me.”
“What makes you think that,” I asked skeptically.
Her eyes started to mist and her bottom lip quivered slightly as she told me what she knew. Two days ago she had found red lipstick smudges on Bill’s shirt collar while putting it in the wash. And yesterday she said she found a piece of paper with a phone number on it. She had called the number and a woman had answered. When I asked if she had talked to the woman, she said she got scared and just hung up. I felt a twinge of sympathy when she also explained that Bill hadn’t touched her in almost a month. That was something I could relate to, but still felt a little uncomfortable hearing my sister tell me how her sex life was going.
“Well that doesn’t mean he is seeing someone,” I chuckled just as my coffee arrived.
“Maybe not. But last night I installed a tracking app on Bill’s phone. Care to guess where he is right this minute?”
“Where did you get a tracking app,” I asked, sipping some coffee and gazing into her eyes.
“Take a look across the road. Recognize any of the cars over there,” Cat asked, ignoring my question about the app.
Turning to face the window I scanned the dozen or so cars parked in the motel parking lot. I was just about to tell her she was seeing things when my eyes roamed over a black BMW that looked vaguely familiar. Sure as shit, there was Bill’s beamer complete with the hokey vanity plates BILLY 01 stuck to the rear of it. Being an attorney maybe he had some out of town clients I tried to tell her, but she could hear the skepticism in my voice. When I asked what she wanted to do, she said she was going to wait and see when he comes out, and with whom. Seeing the worry and hurt on her face I told her I would stay too.
“Thank you Jack, I don’t know if I’m strong enough to handle this alone,” she said reaching across and taking my hand in hers.
“I’ll always be here for my big sister,” I told her, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.
“Thank you little brother,” she smiled at me.
As it turned out we didn’t have long to wait. The rooms at the motel had to be entered through a lobby and it was impossible to tell which room someone had come from. As we watched, Bill and a slender blonde woman strode out the lobby doors and walked to his car. They hugged each other, then climbed into the car and started driving away. Both our eyes were bulging out of their sockets as the car speed off toward town.
“Was that who I thought it was,” Cat asked, barely able to speak.
“Yep. That dear sister was my two-timing slut of a wife,” I hissed through clinched teeth.
“Son-of-a-bitch,” Cat whispered.
We sat there in stunned silence for what felt like hours but was closer to twenty minutes, each of us trying to figure out what to do next. Finally tired of sitting Cat and I went out and she climbed into the front seat of my truck with me. I rolled the windows down and found the pack of stale cigarettes in the glove box I kept for emergency calm-me-downs. I’m pretty sure that this constituted an emergency. I was surprised when Cat asked for one and took a deep drag on it without coughing.
“Well, that certainly was interesting,” Cat finally said, exhaling a large plume of smoke out the window.
“What now sis,” I asked.
“The way I see it, we have a few options. We can tell them we know about them; we can just file for divorce; we can say nothing, or we can get even by finding someone to fuck,” she spit out angrily.
“You don’t mean that Cat, you’re just pissed right now,” I said, amazed at her vehemence.
“Wanna bet! Hell, if you weren’t my brother I’d have you fucking my lights out right now,” she almost hissed.
“Don’t let that stop you,” I jokingly replied, hoping to lighten her mood.
She turned in her seat and stared into my eyes. I shivered involuntarily. The look on her face made me feel as if she was sizing me up, like some kind of predator about to devour its prey. It was at that very moment that I realized I didn’t know my sister as well as I thought I did.
“So you’re saying you would fuck me if the chance arose,” she asked calmly, taking another long pull on her cigarette.
“Uh…No Cat. I was just trying to lighten the situation,” I stammered.
“You don’t find me attractive,” she asked, still giving me that odd stare.
“No! I mean…yes, I think you’re beautiful. It’s just that you’re my sister and…” I couldn’t think of what to say.
I don’t know if it was my imagination or what, but I could swear she licked her lips and let one of her hands slide down over the front of her chest before settling back in the seat.
“Yeah, I guess that would be wrong,” she whispered turning her head to stare out the window.
“You know Cat, we could be wrong about what’s going on here,” I told her.
“I suppose,” she replied from far away.
“How about we take a few days and see if anything new happens,” I offered.
“Okay,” was all she said before climbing out and heading to her car.
I noticed as she walked away that the baggy sweatshirt and pants couldn’t hide the roundness of her ass or the flare of her wide hips. The long strides she took were an obvious sign that she had long legs also. I was a little disgusted at myself when I felt the twitch in my crotch. Maybe Angie was right about what I think about.
The rest of the day was a blur as I puttered around the house trying to stay busy so I wouldn’t be thinking about what I’d learned. Angie called at two-thirty and told me she would be working late. I asked why and was given the excuse she had a listing to show, but the clients would be late getting there. After telling her I would either order pizza or run down to the diner for supper I hung up on her. Not fifteen minutes later Cat called and told me that Bill was going to be late also. I decided since both our spouses were going to be late, Cat and I might as well have dinner together.
“Can you get a sitter for Billy,” I asked.
“Sure. Why?”
“I thought we could got out to dinner if you feel up to it,” I told her.
“Sounds good to me. I’ll see if Hazel from next door can watch Billy,” she replied cheerfully.
“Call me back when you know,” I said and hung up.
Five minutes later she called and said everything was set. We both said we probably weren’t going to be very hungry, so we settled on going back to Nielson’s Café for burgers or something. When she asked if we were taking both our vehicles I told her I would pick her up in my truck around six. At five I started getting ready for my date with my sister. I showered and shaved then put on a pale blue button-down shirt and blue jeans with cowboy boots. I wasn’t really sure why I was getting all duded up to have dinner with my sister, or why I was getting butterflies in my stomach either.
At 6pm I pulled up in front of Cat’s house and was just about to get out when she came out the door. My jaw dropped as she walked toward my truck. On her feet were black sandals with straps that circled up to the middle of her calves. The form-hugging blue knit dress she wore showed off all her curves in the right places. It had a plunging neckline that showed the tops of large breasts, larger than I remembered her having anyway. Judging by the way they jiggled when she walked I was sure she was braless. A wide silver zipper that zipped from the top downward held the knee length dress closed. When she got close enough I saw that she was wearing her hair in a ponytail and had also put on some blue eye shadow and red lipstick. The dress was too tight around her thighs to allow enough movement for her to climb into the cab of the truck. I watched wide-eyed as she hoisted the zipper up to the middle of her thighs then clambered into the cab, flashing me a brief glimpse of pink panties in the process. Sister or no sister the sight of her made my cock lurch in my pants.
“Ready,” she said after settling in.
“I guess we both went a little overboard for dinner at a café,” I remarked before taking off down the road.
“Looks that way,” she laughed, and then said, “I just wanted to look nice for a change.”
“You look gorgeous sis,” I replied in a weak voice.
As luck would have it we ended up getting the same table we had that morning. Once our orders had been taken we both scanned the motel parking area. Catching ourselves staring over at the motel we cracked up laughing, both realized it was no accident that we had chosen to eat here. Fortunately there was no sign of either of our spouse’s cars in the lot. With burgers in our tummies we sat back and made small talk while sipping what had to be this morning’s leftover coffee.
“You know, they have a cocktail lounge with live music over there,” Cat stated, pointing toward the motel.
“Sounds good to me,” I responded.
We paid our bill, or I should say, I paid the bill, then we went out into the evening air. Instead of driving over we decided to walk the short distance. As we crossed the street Catherine slipped her arm through mine and held on to it until we reached the lounge entrance. Being a weekday we were informed there was no live band, but there was a jukebox and dancing was allowed. We settled into a booth near the tiny dance floor and since I was driving I ordered a beer while Cat had a margarita. By the time I finished my first beer Cat was working steadily on her second drink, something that surprised me since I knew she wasn’t much of a drinker. Our conversations ranged from old times to the present but never broached the subject of our spouses. She even managed to talk me onto the dance floor for a couple fast western songs. There wasn’t much of a crowd in the place but when someone played a slow song on the jukebox Cat asked me to dance.
On the dance floor she wrapped her arms around my neck and placed her head on my shoulder. My arms went around her waist and I put both hands on her back just above the swell of her ass. Neither of use were used to dancing with each other, especially to a slow romantic ballad, so we awkwardly spun slowly around in a circle.
“Do you think I’m pretty, Jack,” Cat whispered, her face nuzzled in against my neck.
The softness of her breasts pressed into my chest and the feel of her supple body against mine had the inevitable effects on me. I could feel her lower stomach rubbing on my crotch, and no matter how hard I tried, I wasn’t able to prevent my cock from creating a huge bulge in the front of my jeans.
“I think you are absolutely beautiful Cat,” I whispered back, pulling her in closer to me.
“I guess you do little brother,” she purred, letting me know she felt the bulge too.
The next song was also a slow one, but we only made it halfway through before the turning in a circle dancing we were doing forced us to return to our booth, our heads spinning a little too much. The evening wore on with me drinking two more beers and Cat downing three more margaritas. Surprisingly, her speech was only slightly slurred and I had to admit that I was having a great time with her.
“I think I’m drunk brother,” she giggled after killing off her drink.
“You think!” I replied with a chuckle of my own.
“Yepers. You will probably have to carry me to your pick-em-up truck and pour me into it,” she snickered.
That’s almost what I had to do. She had to lean heavily onto me as we made our way back across to the café. Nielson’s was closed by now and my truck was the only vehicle in the parking lot. I helped Cat to the passenger side and opened the door for her, but when she tried to climb in her dress didn’t let her spread her legs wide enough. Giggling, she reached down and tugged the zipper up until it reached almost to her waist. Standing in front of her I had a clear view of her lacey pink panties. With her back to the cab and her hands holding the roof she tried to slide backwards up onto the seat.
Offering to help, I stepped in close to her and took hold of her under her armpits and lifted. She was almost in when her butt slipped off the seat and she fell forward. I caught her around the waist just in time to prevent her from falling to the ground. Her legs were spread to either side of mine and she had thrown her arms around my neck for support. With her weight on me I had to step in closer in order to maintain my own balance. Being up partially on the seat placed her crotch and mine in a direct line and as I moved in they connected forcefully.
Her eyes and mine widened when we felt the bulge in my pants press into her soft mound. I don’t know what came over her but she grabbed the back of my head and brought my lips to hers in a smoldering, passion fueled kiss. I didn’t resist. Instead I returned the kiss with a fire all my own and started running my hands up and down her back. When her mouth opened I darted my tongue inside, only to be met by her tongue coming to meet mine. I was completely lost in the moment and I brought my right hand around to cup her full left breast and squeezed it gently. A moan escaped her lips and she lowered one of her hands to my crotch and began to roughly rub my rapidly growing cock through the jeans.
Letting go of her tit I moved my hand down onto the front of her panties and found the crease of her cleft with my index finger. Gently I ran my finger the length of her slit feeling her heat increase the more I rubbed. Breaking the battle our tongues were doing I began to kiss her on the face, and then down to the front of her neck. I could hear her breathing becoming labored as I worked my lips down toward her chest.
Carefully, I used my fingers to slide the leg opening of her panties to one side before sliding my index finger between the folds of her very wet pussy lips. She let out a gasp and laid back onto the seat as my entire finger sank deep into her slick tight opening. Moving it gently in and out I began to finger fuck my sister as I moved my mouth down her body until I was close enough to smell her arousal. With my left hand kneading her breast, my finger stuck into her cunt, I lowered my mouth onto her sensitive clit and started licking her bud feverously. Pulling my finger out of her and using it to keep her panties out of the way, I clamped my mouth over her slit and plunged my tongue up into her hot wet tunnel.
“OOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!” she screamed as her cunt bucked violently against my mouth.
Her loud orgasmic moan snapped me back to reality and I stumbled back away from her. Panic racked my brain as I realized that I had been eating out my own sister. What had come over me I wondered? Cat was still lying on the seat as I gazed into the truck; her panties had slipped back into place but only enough to cover one of her outer pussy lips. The light from the cafes neon sign was bright enough to see my saliva on the exposed puffy one. Slowly, as if in a trance, Cat sat up on the seat and just stared at me.
“God Cat, I’m so, so, sorry. I don’t know what came over me,” I cried in a trembling voice.
“Let’s go home,” she said softly, adjusting herself in the seat but not fixing the way her panties were riding between her wet lips.
The ride home was done in silence. I don’t think either of us knew what to say. When we pulled up in front of her house she turned to me, placed a hand on the side of my face and kissed my cheek.
“I had a wonderful time. Thanks Jack,” she said, then climbed out and went inside.
Her parting words resonated inside my head as I pulled away. At home I found Angie in bed more asleep than awake. She asked where I’d been and seemed relieved when I told her that Cat and I had gone out together.
“That reminds me. Tomorrow’s your birthdays and Bill and I have a surprise for both of you,” she said sleepily.
“What kind of surprise,” I asked.
“Cat will have all you need to know, but you will need to pick her up tomorrow around one o’clock,” was all she said before I heard a soft snoring coming from her.
After washing my face I got in bed and tried to spoon Angie. She mumbled something about being tired and scooted further away from me. Par for the coarse I grumbled to myself and rolled onto my back, put my hands behind my head and stared at the ceiling. Every time I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, the image of Cat’s puffy outer pussy lip crept into my head. The more I thought about how her cunt had slammed into my face as my tongue worked in and out of her, the harder my cock got. I knew Angie wasn’t going to give it up tonight, and I also knew that I wasn’t getting any sleep until I relieved my blue balls. Stealthily as possible I got up and headed to the bathroom. Thirteen minutes later I was back in bed and dreaming of how my sister had sounded when she orgasmed.
Angie was nowhere in sight when I woke at eight the next morning. I did find a note taped on the fridge that said she had went into the office early. Sure she did, I thought sarcastically as I drank my first cup of coffee. It was close to nine o’clock, while I was nursing my third cup, when Cat called.
“I need you to get over here right now,” she said without so much as a how-do-you do.
“Happy birthday to you too,” I said.
“Listen! Just get over here, you won’t believe what I have to tell you,” she spouted then hung up.
Throwing on a wife-beater tank top, baggy cut-offs and tennis shoes I made it to Cat’s house in fifteen minutes flat. She answered the door dressed in a fluffy white full-length robe with a sash tied tightly around her waist. Little Billy was already in school so Cat was alone in the house. We went into the kitchen were she told me to have a seat at the dinning table. After fixing us each a cup of coffee she sat across from me, reached inside the robe and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. I took the one she offered and after lighting up waited for her to say something, fearful that this was about last night.
“Bill and your wife want us to meet them at the Oxnard Inn at one o’clock today,” she finally said.
“The Oxnard Inn? Isn’t that the motel we saw them…” I didn’t finish.
“The very same,” she answered.
“Do you know why?”
“All Bill said was that they have a surprise for us,” she told me.
“That’s what Angie told me last night,” I let her know.
“I’m so fucking pissed! Can you imagine the gall of those two? Wanting us to meet them at the same place they’re using to fuck each other,” she spat.
“We still don’t know if that’s what they were doing there,” I reminded her.
“What else could it be,” she said before adding, “And I think you feel it’s true also.”
“I just don’t know Cat,” I tried to reason with her.
“You obviously thought so yesterday, or you wouldn’t have munched my box like you did,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes.
“I really don’t know why I did that Cat. Something just came over me and I couldn’t stop myself. I truly am sorry for hurting you,” I said apologetically.
Standing up she walked to my side of the table and pulled my head to her chest.
“Oh baby brother. You didn’t hurt me,” she said soothingly.
Turning in my chair so that I was able to put my arms around her waist, I let her stroke my hair while my face nuzzled in-between her breasts.
“What happened last night was special to me. I’m just surprised you didn’t finish what you started,” Cat whispered in my ear as her hands undid the sash of her robe.
“What are you doing Cat!!” I stammered as she backed up a step and parted the robe.
“What I’ve been wanting to do since last night,” she said.
Stunned, I sat there and watched as the robe slid off her shoulders and landed in a heap at her bare feet. I could not stop my eyes from roaming up and down her tall womanly figure. Her breasts were easily a 36D with a small sag to them from having little Billy. The dark brown areolas were the size of a half dollar capped by small hard nipples. My eyes traveled down over her flat stomach, past her wide hips and came to rest on the small black patch of pubic hair that barely covered her mound.
“Stand up,” she commanded me.
Like a robot I stood and remained motionless as she approached. Her eyes remained fixed on mine as her hands deftly undid my pants then lowered them and my boxers down around my ankles, freeing my burgeoning penis. Slowly she sank to her knees, and before I could protest my cock disappeared inside the warmth and wetness of her mouth. I could feel the tip of her tongue caress the underside of my mushroom head each time she pulled her mouth almost off my cock. With one hand holding on to my ass, she used the other one to gently roll my balls around inside their sack. I was becoming delirious with pleasure from the way she was slowly sucking my cock into the depths of her throat. Suddenly she stopped and stood up. Placing her hands on the hem of my shirt she tugged it upwards forcing me to lift my arms before she was able to remove it. Throwing the shirt on the floor, she placed her hands delicately on my hairy chest and forced me backwards.
I figured out what she wanted, so I reached behind me and turned the chair so I could sit leaning back in it. Once my ass landed on the seat she straddled both my thighs and the chair, bringing her soft spongy tits directly into my face. As if my hands had minds of their own they reached up and took hold of both tits while I buried my face between the warm soft flesh. Leaning my head back slightly, I pressed her milky globes together until her nipples were almost touching, then covered both stiff points with my lips.
“Oh yes,” she murmured, softly holding the back of my head with both her hands.
The very wrongness of what we were doing only fueled the lust I was feeling at this moment. My cock throbbed and grew harder than I’ve ever been before, almost to the point of being painful. With one hand on the back of my head pushing my mouth gently forward on her nipples, Cat let her other hand slide down through the hair on my chest before it continued down between our bodies. Moaning softly she reached my twitching member and grasped it tenderly at the base. While holding it upwards between her legs she lowered herself until I felt the puffy outer lips separate and accept the bulbous head of my cock. Lower and lower she sank, until I could feel the smoldering heat of her walls completely surrounding my shaft. Once she was all the way down on me she relaxed her legs, and it felt like I slipped even further into her molten heat.
“Oh shit Jack. You’re a lot bigger than I thought you were,” she cooed.
With her nipples no longer in my mouth I began lazily raining kisses up and down the side of her neck. The hairs on my chest must have been tickling her nipples because it felt like they had gotten harder all of a sudden. Neither of us moved as she sat there with my raging stiffness buried to the hilt inside her. I could feel her tiny spasms along the length of my cock, causing my pole to twitch erratically against the velvety smoothness of her wet tunnel.
“God Cat, this is so wrong,” I protested weakly.
“I know,” she replied softly before sinking her teeth gently into the top of my shoulder.
Gently she began rocking her hips forward and backwards, working the head of my penis in small circles inside her cunt. I put my hands on her ass and helped her gyrate on my lap until we had a smooth rhythm established. This went on for at least five minutes before she planted her feet on the floor and lifted up until just the very tip of my cock was lodged between her pussy lips. I almost busted a nut when without warning, she dropped forcefully back down slamming my rod deeply up inside her. She repeated this a couple of times before settling into a leisurely up and down motion. Her fluids coated my shaft and I could feel the air hitting my cock each time she rode upwards.
“Yes…yes…yes…” she repeated with each downward thrust.
“I think I’m gonna cum Cat,” I whispered hoarsely.
“Wait for me Jack,” she implored, increasing the tempo of her up and down thrusts.
Up and down, up and down. Faster and faster she fucked me, her rock hard nipples scraping against my chest. I tried to match her thrust but wasn’t able to, so I did what I could to help my cock penetrate as deeply as possible. The sounds of her rough breathing and the wet sloshing noise coming from our colliding genitalia spurred us on. With her teeth once again digging into my shoulder she forced her cunt roughly up and down on my slickened pole. Grabbing her ass with one hand, and holding her tightly to me with the other, I stood up and swung her over the dining table. With her sitting on the edge of the table she leaned all the way down until she was lying on her back. Spreading her legs by her ankles I began to mercilessly pound into her sopping wet hole. Lying on her back I watched as her tits bounced and jiggled and her lust filled eyes glared at me. Her nostrils flared right before I felt her cunt clamp around my swollen cock. She opened her mouth wide and tried to scream but nothing came out at first. Her juices poured out around my shaft and the slap, slap, slap of my balls on her wet ass echoed off the walls.
“CAAAAAT!!” I bellowed as my spunk shot out and flooded the insides of her convulsing cunt.
“OOOHHHH MYYYY GOD!!” she finally screamed, her orgasm exploding deep inside her.
With labored breath we clung to each other, me gently lying over her with her legs wrapped around my waist holding my softening penis inside her soaked pussy. When my breathing was under control I leaned up enough to look into my sister’s eyes. All I saw there was love, the same thing she was seeing in mine.
“Happy birthday little brother,” she whispered, with a smile on her glowing face.
“Happy birthday to you big sis,” I returned.
For some reason after we untangled ourselves, we became quite shy and hurriedly got dressed. We agreed that I would pick her up in time to reach the motel. After a long shower, I changed and waited till it was time to get Cat. She was waiting and ran out and climbed into the truck as soon as I arrived. When I asked what we were supposed to do when we got there, she showed me a note Bill had left for her. It said we were to go to room 214 and just walk right in. Both of us exchanged puzzled looks before I pulled away and headed to the unknown.
When we got there we went through the lobby and took the stairs to the second floor. Room 214 was down at the end of the hall and we just stood in front of it for a while, working up the nerve to open it. Each of us had thoughts running rampantly through our minds as to what we would see on the other side. None of them pleasant. Cat took my hand in hers as I reached out shakily, turned the knob and pushed the door wide open.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!” four voices rang out in unison.
Both Cat’s and my own eyes bulged, and our jaws dropped as we stared into the room. On the left side were Bill and Angie, large smiles plastered to their faces. Directly in the center of the room stood our parents.
As it was explained to us later that evening, Bill and Angie had spent the last couple of weeks setting up all the travel and lodging arrangements for Mom and Dad. Our parents had arrived four days ago and our spouses had spent a lot of time keeping them company until they could spring their surprise on us. Cat and I were speechless, and each time we looked at each other for the rest of the day our faces burned bright red. This was certainly a birthday that my sister and I would never forget.
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