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She broke from him and sat in the car, pulling his pajamas down at once. She stroked him a couple of times, then slid back on the seat. She spread his legs for him.

He moved inside until his hips were touching her thighs. He leaned in to kiss her again, and felt him rubbing against her pussy again.

He pulled back from kissing her and looked her in the eyes. He rubbed the tip against her lips and saw how much she wanted it. His eyes look at her body all over one more time, as it hit him one more time.

This is Melissa. My little sister.

She wants it.

And so he felt his sister's pussy for the second time. He went in, and it felt as wet as ever. He gripped her legs and held them back, then went in again. Deeper this time. This was it. He found his position.

Then he started to fuck her.

She was about to say something when it started, and immediately forgot what it was. Her brother was now in control, and she was already crying out. He didn't seem to care how loud she was.

And she was getting loud.

She didn't actually know for sure until it was happening, but she was right about her brother's performance. She'd been with at least one man that was as attractive and fit as Rick, but he wasn't as good at this. And he wasn't as well-endowed.

She would think it a crime later that a sister could lay claim to such an amazing gift just because it was her brother. As he pounded her, and he made her come several times more than she thought possible at one time, she felt an odd sense of entitlement to it. She felt like such a pleasure should not go to other women. It she go to the sister.

All of these thoughts and more lingered through her mind between orgasms. There seemed to be no limit for Rick.

If she had been counting, it was during her fifth orgasm that the door to the kitchen opened. Only Rick heard it open, so he had to cover her mouth to muffle her screams.

But it was too late.

Bernard stepped down into the garage, and made eye contact with Rick. Melissa moved his hand away and said, "Why did you stop?"

He shushed her, but it was too late. Bernard was coming around the side of the car, seeing that the door was open.

It was over. They were caught. It was fun while it lasted, but now the worst has happened.

But thinking quickly, Rick pulled out of Melissa and got out of the car just before Bernard looked inside.

"Son? What are you doing out here?"

"I was, uh, just wanting some me time, you know? House is a little crowded."

Judging by Bernard's response, he wasn't sure if he'd heard Melissa at all. He was getting hard of hearing in his age, but he didn't think his dad was that old yet. But something caught Bernard's eyes that was visible to him from where he was standing. Rick turned and he felt a lump form in his throat.

It was Melissa's legs.

"What's going on?" Bernard said. Bernard stepped closer, seeing for the first time that Rick was naked. Then he looked in the car, and then he looked back at Rick, jaw wide open. He thought he was done for, until Bernard did something he didn't expect.

He grinned.

"You never told me you invited a lady friend over here."

Rick bent over to look into the car himself, and couldn't believe what he saw. Melissa found the Indian mask on the floor of the car, and was now covering her face with it. She was sitting up, with her legs still partially spread.

"Say no more, son. Just, uh, tell me next time so I don't walk in on you like this." He looked back into the car and said, "Very sorry Miss, it sounded like you were almost there. I feel terrible."

Melissa responded by saying, in a poor attempt at an English accent, "That's quite alright, Sir. I've had no trouble at all in that regard, thanks to your son here. He's rather gifted."

Rick was speechless.

Bernard turned back to Rick and said, "Oh you gotta invite this one to dinner sometime."

"Maybe I will."

"Come here," Bernard said, walking back to the door. He followed his father, nerves still on fire.

Bernard leaned in and whispered, "Some fatherly advice for you... make sure you make her come three times, not just one." He said this while making numbers with his fingers.

Rick smiled and asked, "Why."

"You wanna keep her, doncha? That's how you keep one's like that. That in there's one of the best-looking ladies I've ever seen. Pussy like silk. The kind they write folk songs about. I'm just sayin', hold on to that one."

"Dad..."

"Sorry, sorry. I know I don't have to worry. Well I won't make her hate me for keeping you. Tell her to stay and have breakfast, though, wouldya?"

"What's going on?" Carol's voice appeared out of nowhere, and Rick shot a concerned look towards the car. He saw the head with the mask popping out from behind the driver's seat, and hands that made a "What's happening?" gesture.

Bernard saw the panic in his face and said, "Nothing, honey. Let's go back to bed."

"But Rick, what are you doing up?"

"Off we go," Bernard was saying, and a moment later, both were gone.

He returned to the car and Melissa took the mask off. They both breathed a huge sigh of relief, and shared a laugh.

He sat down next to her to calm himself, and she leaned into him. She couldn't believe that her father had seen her naked. It made her think about the feeling of being seen naked by Rick all over again. The wrongness of it, and the vulnerability of it.

"What did dad say about me?"

"You don't want to know."

"Yes I do." He looked at her and saw that she had a nervous grin, but that she wouldn't stop asking if he didn't tell her.

"Well I suppose it isn't any weirder than what we've been doing all night..."

"So?"

He turned to her and said, reluctantly, "he said that you have one of the finest pussies he's ever seen, and that I shouldn't let you go."

She let out an ecstatic laugh, and looked off in a daze. "He really said that?"

"About his own daughter, yes. He said they don't make many like yours."

She looked at him again when he said that, like she couldn't believe it. "You're fucking with me."

"I wish I was. But that is the man who raised us both. Maybe it's a guy thing, but it doesn't surprise me."

She realized he was serious, and cupped her hands over her face. "I don't know what to think," she said.

"Well I guess it means I have good taste in women, anyway."

She slapped his arm, and he laughed. "There is something seriously fucked up about our family, isn't there." The way she looked up at him made his limp penis begin to harden again. She looked down at it, then back up at him. "Is it our family, or is it just us?"

He couldn't explain it, but her line of questioning was turning him on. He put an arm around her and his eyes were looking up and down her body. "For all we know, it's not just us."

"Why would you think that," he asked.

She started rubbing his dick again, and said, "Well, what about Bobby and Brenda? They're the same age, and they're in college." As she spoke, she sat up and moved one leg over his body, so she was sitting on him. "They would make a cute couple, don't you think?" She guided him in, and started fucking him slowly.

"Why is this turning me on?" he said, making her giggle.

"I don't know, but it's turning me on, too." She smiled and closed her eyes, her body now more in a state of bliss than anything. "I know one thing, though... there's no way Bobby's fucking Brenda as good as you fuck me."

"You don't think so?"

"Well, maybe he is..."

"That's it," he said, and started tickling her. She banged her head on the roof, but was having too much fun to care. He turned his body, and she got off him and backed into the other door. He spread her legs and said, "Dad's right about your pussy..." Then he started eating her pussy.

It was very unexpected, and the effect was not immediate. But after a few moments, she was coming once more. She was squeezing his head with her thighs, and he reacted by sitting up and pulling them apart. He pulled her body down so she was flush with the seats, then he brought his cock to meet her pussy and then put it in again.

All this he did in seconds, and she was still coming when she felt his dick going in.

"Rick..." she moaned.

After a few thrusts, it all blended together for her, and became a general burst of ecstasy that seemed to have no end. And this is what he wanted, because now he wanted to come.

She was dripping wet, and so was he. He pushed her legs up until they rested on her breasts, and he felt himself going as deep into her as he could. She started screaming again, but her screams revealed that she was losing energy.

His thrusts were deep, but he slowed. He was about to come.

All the way in, then almost all the way out. He did this again, and then again. His dick began tingling, and he pressed his body into hers as close as it could be.

He moaned directly into her ears, "Melissa...fuck..."

She experienced one last erotic surprise: she was going to make him come. She was the reason.

And what it was doing to him. What her pussy was doing to him.

This made her hotter than anything else.

All the way in, all the way out.

Almost there.

"...your pussy... Melissa... oh fuck..."

All the way in. The electricity started. All the way out. No need to go back in.

He sat up and brought her legs down, then came. She looked up at him, seeing that moment of pure ecstasy on his face for the first time. She smiled watching him as white streaks of come sprinkled onto her tits.

She was fascinated. She knew that she would enjoy sex with Rick, but she couldn't have forseen just how mesmorizing it would be to watch her brother coming.

Rick might not have imagined coming onto Melissa's body at all the way he did. Before they fucked, he would have expected to have avoided it. Come on something else. She was still his sister, after all.

And that is what made this so special. He didn't think about any of that, and he didn't need to. She would have been offended if he had denied her that part of their intimacy.

In a word, they both thought that this sexual experience was the closest to perfect that either had ever had.

They both could safely claim to be experienced, and with partners that were indeed quite good. But this made even the best times feel like a first kiss.

For a few moments, Rick sat back with Melissa's left leg laying across him. He would look for something to clean her up with in a moment, but for new he caught his breath.

She watched him, and smiled blissfully. They made eye contact twice, and they just breathed together. She caressed his arm, and he looked at her one more time.

He thought about when it first started. Opening a door and seeing her naked with her fingers inside her pussy. He looked at her pussy again, amazed.

The passion was passing, but his desire for her remained. He would never get tired of looking at her. And she would never get tired of being looked at by him. She would always be willing, if he desired her again. Of that she was sure.

Now he reached into the back and found some paper towels, and leaned over to clean her chest. She just smiled sweetly up at him, not moving an inch. He rubbed the sweat and come off off from her tits, and then her belly.

It made his penis react, but not enough to make him erect. And that was fine.

"So tell me what you really think about what I asked earlier," she finally said. She sat up and crossed her legs, facing him.

"About what?"

"Bobby and Brenda..."

"Oh, you were serious?"

"Not when I said it. But now I'm wondering..."

"There's no way. This kind of thing doesn't happen. Like, ever."

"I happened to us."

"Yeah, but... we're the exception."

"Maybe. But I'm still kinda curious."

"That's a great idea! 'Hey Bren, don't take this the wrong way, I'm just kinda curious, but, well, like, do you ever fantasize about Bobby's big dick!'"

She smacked his chest and said, "I wouldn't say it like that!"

"Yes, because there are so many ways to say it that are not uncouth..."

"I can find out, you know."

"Just don't be disappointed when the answer is 'no.'"

"Something tells me it wouldn't take much to get them together."

"You think so, huh?"

"It didn't take much for us. Just timing."

"You're serious?"

"I don't know, I keep think about it. It's making me kinda hot, you know? Getting our cousins to fuck would be like me getting you to come all over me."

"Well if that's all you want..."

"Stop it," she said with a laugh.

"How about for now, you get some clothes on so we can go upstairs and actually get some sleep. And I mean it."

"Don't worry. I'm exhausted, thanks to you. But I can't promise that you won't wake up with a little morning surprise."

"As long as everyone's out of the house."

"Including Brenda?"

"Another day, perhaps."