Unintended Affections
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
50,848
Reviews:
33
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Homecoming
Chapter 13
After all they had done, it brought a smile to Jamie’s face that he could still manage to make Emma blush when they were together. His sister was kneeling and gripping the headboard of his bed with her back turned toward him, her wrists handcuffed together. Her plaid skirt was hiked up over her hips to expose her round buttocks, which were rosy from a little playful spanking; perfectly matching the color of her cheeks as she looked over her shoulder at him.
Jamie grinned back at her, enjoying the little bit of wanton desperation that was beginning to show in her eyes as she raised her ass toward him. “I can’t believe you found the anal beads,” she mumbled quietly as he reached forward and tugged the hoop on the end of the string that disappeared inside her. Emma let out a low moan as he did, but Jamie did not pull hard enough to start popping the beads out. He liked seeing his sister stuffed full and pliant to his whims, especially when he was using her toys.
She squirmed when he put them in, slowly inserting the beads one at a time after lubricating her tight passage with his fingers. It was fun watching her tremble as the little balls were sucked inside as he pressed them with just a little pressure, forcing them passed the tight barrier. Jamie tugged at the hoop and the largest of the beads popped out, earning a sound that was part yelp of surprise and groan of delight.
Grinning, Jamie sat up and crawled toward his sister, pressing his body against hers with the bulge of his pants pressing against the cheeks of her ass.
“Like that, sis?” he asked, grabbing her breasts and kneading them hard.
“Yeah,” Emma said, clenching her hands on the headboard and grinding back against her brother. There was a sound from the downstairs, a couple of thuds and something indistinct. “What was that?” Emma squeaked suddenly, her eyes wide.
“Nothing,” Jamie virtually purred, pressing his body against hers as the sound came again. This time louder and audible, the sound of their mother’s voice. Jamie froze.
“Get off,” Emma hissed, pushing back and toppling her stunned brother on the bed as she dove for the key on the nightstand and got the handcuffs off. She threw the handcuffs under his mattress and reached between her legs, pulling the anal beads out in one swift motion. His usually intelligent sister had not thought out the reaction her body would have. Emma thrust her face into his pillows to stifle a cry as she came, her knees trembling and her body threatening to collapse on the bed. Jamie reached out and grabbed her, pulling her away from the pillow as she began gasping for breath.
“I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm like that,” Emma said, momentarily resting her head on Jamie’s shoulder as he stroked a hand over her back. Her body enjoyed it, but her mind was terrified at the sound of their mother’s voice calling for them, and Jamie could hardly blame his sister for the reaction. His own erection was wilting.
Emma pushed away again, slower this time as she got off the bed and tested her footing to be sure she could trust her legs to hold her weight. She grabbed her discarded panties off the floor and pulled them on, frowning as they merely soaked up the cum, and she pulled down her skirt. “I’m going downstairs,” she told him, taking a few deep breaths and looking over her shoulder.
“Deal with that,” she said, pointing toward the bulge in his pants that was no where near as hard as it had been a few moments before, “and meet me down there.”
Jamie could only nod as he watched his sister disappear through the bathroom that connected their rooms, calling out that she was coming down in a minute. He got up and watched Emma through the doorway as she washed her thighs with a washcloth before actually running down the stairs. His erection was virtually gone when he heard the happy sounds of his parents’ voices greeting Emma.
His sister’s words were coming back to him, that they would have to stop this incestuous relationship once their parents got home. Jamie had not agreed back then, but he knew Emma had taken his silence as consent to her terms. He glanced at the calendar and clenched his fists. They were two weeks early coming back, and now he had to go downstairs and pretend to be happy they were home, which he knew he ought to be.
Gritting his teeth, Jamie pulled on a shirt and went down to see his parents. He tried to force a smile on to his face when he saw them. “Hey, strangers,” he said, holding out his arms.
“There’s my baby boy,” his mother said with a giant smile. “I’m so glad your sister’s been taking good care of you.”
The look of shame that flashed over Emma’s face broke Jamie’s heart. Thankfully he was the only one that noticed as he hugged his mom and gave his dad a half-hug, slap on the back. “Still doing well in college?” his father, ever the practical one, asked.
Jamie nodded and told them about his classes and grades, and what he hoped to do over the summer as they sat down. Emma briefly piped in about her thesis once or twice, but the conversation soon turned away from school and to the trip and how wonderful it had been. Jamie asked more than once if they planned to go on another soon, and the second time his sister kicked him hard.
Their parents were ready to go to bed pretty quickly, yawning during their stories about the native cultures and jokes that fell flat. “Time difference,” their father said with another yawn as he pulled his wife toward their bedroom, bidding Jamie and Emma goodnight and promising more stories in the morning.
Emma said nothing to Jamie as she walked up to her own room and shut the door, locking it and barring the door between them. Jamie spent the entire night knocking on the door and whispering for her attention, but did not get so much as a peep from his sister.
TBC...
After all they had done, it brought a smile to Jamie’s face that he could still manage to make Emma blush when they were together. His sister was kneeling and gripping the headboard of his bed with her back turned toward him, her wrists handcuffed together. Her plaid skirt was hiked up over her hips to expose her round buttocks, which were rosy from a little playful spanking; perfectly matching the color of her cheeks as she looked over her shoulder at him.
Jamie grinned back at her, enjoying the little bit of wanton desperation that was beginning to show in her eyes as she raised her ass toward him. “I can’t believe you found the anal beads,” she mumbled quietly as he reached forward and tugged the hoop on the end of the string that disappeared inside her. Emma let out a low moan as he did, but Jamie did not pull hard enough to start popping the beads out. He liked seeing his sister stuffed full and pliant to his whims, especially when he was using her toys.
She squirmed when he put them in, slowly inserting the beads one at a time after lubricating her tight passage with his fingers. It was fun watching her tremble as the little balls were sucked inside as he pressed them with just a little pressure, forcing them passed the tight barrier. Jamie tugged at the hoop and the largest of the beads popped out, earning a sound that was part yelp of surprise and groan of delight.
Grinning, Jamie sat up and crawled toward his sister, pressing his body against hers with the bulge of his pants pressing against the cheeks of her ass.
“Like that, sis?” he asked, grabbing her breasts and kneading them hard.
“Yeah,” Emma said, clenching her hands on the headboard and grinding back against her brother. There was a sound from the downstairs, a couple of thuds and something indistinct. “What was that?” Emma squeaked suddenly, her eyes wide.
“Nothing,” Jamie virtually purred, pressing his body against hers as the sound came again. This time louder and audible, the sound of their mother’s voice. Jamie froze.
“Get off,” Emma hissed, pushing back and toppling her stunned brother on the bed as she dove for the key on the nightstand and got the handcuffs off. She threw the handcuffs under his mattress and reached between her legs, pulling the anal beads out in one swift motion. His usually intelligent sister had not thought out the reaction her body would have. Emma thrust her face into his pillows to stifle a cry as she came, her knees trembling and her body threatening to collapse on the bed. Jamie reached out and grabbed her, pulling her away from the pillow as she began gasping for breath.
“I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm like that,” Emma said, momentarily resting her head on Jamie’s shoulder as he stroked a hand over her back. Her body enjoyed it, but her mind was terrified at the sound of their mother’s voice calling for them, and Jamie could hardly blame his sister for the reaction. His own erection was wilting.
Emma pushed away again, slower this time as she got off the bed and tested her footing to be sure she could trust her legs to hold her weight. She grabbed her discarded panties off the floor and pulled them on, frowning as they merely soaked up the cum, and she pulled down her skirt. “I’m going downstairs,” she told him, taking a few deep breaths and looking over her shoulder.
“Deal with that,” she said, pointing toward the bulge in his pants that was no where near as hard as it had been a few moments before, “and meet me down there.”
Jamie could only nod as he watched his sister disappear through the bathroom that connected their rooms, calling out that she was coming down in a minute. He got up and watched Emma through the doorway as she washed her thighs with a washcloth before actually running down the stairs. His erection was virtually gone when he heard the happy sounds of his parents’ voices greeting Emma.
His sister’s words were coming back to him, that they would have to stop this incestuous relationship once their parents got home. Jamie had not agreed back then, but he knew Emma had taken his silence as consent to her terms. He glanced at the calendar and clenched his fists. They were two weeks early coming back, and now he had to go downstairs and pretend to be happy they were home, which he knew he ought to be.
Gritting his teeth, Jamie pulled on a shirt and went down to see his parents. He tried to force a smile on to his face when he saw them. “Hey, strangers,” he said, holding out his arms.
“There’s my baby boy,” his mother said with a giant smile. “I’m so glad your sister’s been taking good care of you.”
The look of shame that flashed over Emma’s face broke Jamie’s heart. Thankfully he was the only one that noticed as he hugged his mom and gave his dad a half-hug, slap on the back. “Still doing well in college?” his father, ever the practical one, asked.
Jamie nodded and told them about his classes and grades, and what he hoped to do over the summer as they sat down. Emma briefly piped in about her thesis once or twice, but the conversation soon turned away from school and to the trip and how wonderful it had been. Jamie asked more than once if they planned to go on another soon, and the second time his sister kicked him hard.
Their parents were ready to go to bed pretty quickly, yawning during their stories about the native cultures and jokes that fell flat. “Time difference,” their father said with another yawn as he pulled his wife toward their bedroom, bidding Jamie and Emma goodnight and promising more stories in the morning.
Emma said nothing to Jamie as she walked up to her own room and shut the door, locking it and barring the door between them. Jamie spent the entire night knocking on the door and whispering for her attention, but did not get so much as a peep from his sister.
TBC...