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David arrived in front of the hotel first, at promptly 5:00 pm, rolling a suitcase behind him. It was a big, old-fashioned hotel in the heart of downtown, with a bellhop and everything. The 22-year-old had been on plenty of trips with friends before, and once had visited New York with his college girlfriend, but this seemed more mature, somehow. Certainly it was much more illicit.

After graduating from college two months ago, David had been living at his parents' house and applying for jobs. It was tough going: he went to interview after inteview, but none of it led to anything. He loved his parents, but staying at their house was starting to become torture. He was starting to wonder if he was stuck there forever. To be away, at this hotel, was a welcome change of pace. Even given the circumstances.

He looked around for his partner in crime, but she was nowhere in sight. Typical Lizzy, he thought, always behind for everything. He remembered one time a few years back when she'd been late to her own middle school singing recital, forcing everyone to wait awkwardly until she arrived.

"Boo!" David started as his little sister Lizzy jumped out from behind him. She wore a tight, plaid miniskirt and a red short-sleeved blouse. Her red-brown hair, usually a messy rat's nest, was traversed by a single waterfall braid across the back of her head, behind which the rest of it elegantly flowed. She was getting better at using makeup, although there were mistakes here and there -- a bit too much rouge, the eyeliner applied a bit awkwardly. Nonetheless, Lizzy looked like what she was: a beautiful adult woman.

"Lizzy!" said David. "You scared the shit out of me!"

She giggled gleefully. "You look good, big brother. This shirt is very handsome on you." She placed her hand on David's shoulder. He was wearing a green plaid flannel and skinny jeans. At 6'1", David was a full nine inches taller than his sister, and he was in great shape from working out nearly everyday. His messy red-brown hair and hazel eyes matched his hers perfectly.

"Well, shall we go in?" asked Lizzy. She extended her small hand and David took it. That small act, seemingly so tiny, transgressed so many boundaries that he had a hard time processing it. I wonder how many more boundaries will be shattered by the end of tonight, he thought to himself. The two siblings began inside.

Lizzy brought a photo up on her phone and showed it to David. It was the two siblings, together in a different hotel room, arms over each other's shoulders, smiling for the camera.

"Remember this?" smirked Lizzy. "It was the last time we stayed in a hotel together. Six whole years ago."

"You were super into Twilight back then," said David. "It was so fucking annoying. You wouldn't shut up about it."

"Ha," said Lizzy, smiling devilishly. "Whereas, you were just fat."

"I was not fat! I just hadn't started working out yet. I was chubby."

"I saw you with your shirt off plenty of times on that vacation," said Lizzy. "You were fat."

"Don't be a meanie," said David. "You know what all my friends called you until a couple years ago, right?"

"What," said Lizzy.

"Mosquito Bites," said David. "On account of how your boobs were about the size of mosquito -- owwww!" He stopped talking as Lizzy whacked him with her purse.

"Bet they don't say that now, do they?" asked Lizzy, as they arrived by the front desk. She stood on her tippy-toes and jutted out her chest, as if to make the point to her brother. Lizzy's breasts weren't massive, but on her petite frame her perky C-cups were plenty.

"No," said David slyly, "They just make fun of your ears."

"My ears?" asked Lizzy, nervously checking one of her perfectly ordinary ears. "What's wrong with my ears?"

"Nothing, weird-ears," said David.

"Weird-ears? Fatface."

"Dummy."

"Boogerbrains."

"Brat."

The siblings grabbed each other and began making out furiously. Lizzy extended her body upward, trying to meet her tall brother's mouth. Their tongues swirled around each other, as if engaged in some exotic dance that no one outside the pair of close siblings could understand. David grabbed Lizzy's ass and pulled it toward him, as his member throbbed against her toned stomach.

"Ahem." They pulled away from each other as the concierge addressed them.

"Um, sorry about that," said David. "We have a room reserved. It's a king-sized suite."

"Name?"

"David and Lizzy Mackenzie."

The concierge typed something into the computer. "Mackenzie," he said absently. "It that Irish?"

"Scots-Irish, actually," said Lizzy. "Our ancestors moved from Scotland to Ireland, then Ireland to America. Our mom did the whole genealogy."

The concierge turned a bit red and then pressed a button on the computer.

"Well, here are you keys," he said, handing one to each of the siblings. "The room's on the fourth floor. Have a good night!"

David Niğde Escort and Lizzy turned toward the elevator. As soon as they were out of hearing range, David turned to his sister and said, mortified, "I can't believe you told him that."

"Told him what?"

"Right after we made out, you said something about our ancestors, and then our mom. Now he knows that we're siblings."

"So what? Fuck him, it's not like we're ever going to see him again."

"We just have to be more careful," said David, pushing the UP button on the elevator. "You never know how this could come back to bite us."

Lizzy put her hand on his shoulder. "Oh, come on. Everything's going to be all right."

The elevator dinged as it reached them. "I still can't believe we're doing this," David said as they entered.

"I can," said Lizzy. "I feel like I've been waiting for it forever."

"That's because you're a weirdo," said David. "I never looked at you in a sexual way until what happened a month ago."

*

What happened a month ago was that Lizzy had gotten drunk for the first time at her friend's house and called David for a ride home. While they drove, Lizzy confessed that she had always had feelings for her big brother and that she was attracted to him. David, who had just moved home from college, didn't know how to respond at first. It ought to be disgusting, but somehow he couldn't put it out of his mind. He'd never thought of himself as attracted to his sister, but he did watch a fair bit of incest porn, and he was also crushingly aware that as long as he was unemployed and sleeping in his childhood bedroom, his romantic prospects were near-nil.

After that night, Lizzy started texting him erotic photos or herself either in the shower or before bedtime. Eventually David had had enough. I'll be out of here in a few months, he decided, and Lizzy will be headed to college. What's the harm in having a little fun? But he insisted that they wait until after her high school graduation and that they get a hotel room, driving their separately to throw their parents off the trail. And here they were, two siblings who shared an attraction, about to do what so recently would have been unthinkable.

*

"You never looked at me in a sexual way until a month ago?" Lizzy burst out laughing. "I can't believe you can say that with a straight face."

"What do you mean?" asked David.

"The Myrtle Beach family trip, when I just got my first bikini," said Lizzy. "You looked like you wanted to plow me right there in front of Mom and Dad."

"I was probably looking at the girl behind you with D-cups."

Lizzy stuck her tongue out at him.

*

David scanned the keycard on the door of their room and pushed it open. Their room was big, with a window one the opposite side that looked out on the city's downtown. The siblings entered and the door shut behind them. David started unzipping his suitcase.

"What did you bring?" asked Lizzy.

David pulled some items out. Aside from a toothbrush and change of clothes, David's suitcase contained a bottle of wine and two glasses, swimming trunks, his laptop, portable speakers for an iPhone, lube, and a box of 24 condoms.

"Wow, big brother, you came prepared," Lizzy laughed.

"Better overprepared then under," he said, turning a bit red.

"Imagine screwing your sister twenty-four times in one night," she said. "You'd have to be just about the biggest incestuous pervert in the world."

Then they were silent. Suddenly, Lizzy had become awkward too. David thought he knew why: out there, or at home, there were limits constraining their behavior, things and people preventing them from going as far as they'd like. To Lizzy, it was fun to stretch those limits, to see how far they could be bent. But here, in this room, they could do anything, and it was exhilarating as well as terrifying.

"Let's lay down some ground rules," said David. "If either of us says 'Stop,' the other has to respect that. If I'm hurting you, tell me. If you're hurting me, I'll tell you. Whatever happens, we're still siblings. Also, if we have actual sex, we should wear protection. I had a pregnancy scare with my ex-girlfriend, the last thing I want is another one with my sister."

Lizzy nodded her assent. "So, uh, what do you want to do now?"

David shrugged, equally unsure. "We could make out again?"

"That sounds fun." Lizzy started to approach David, just as his phone vibrated. He looked at the caller ID.

"Oh shit, Lizzy, it's Mom and Dad," said David. He put the phone to his ear. Lizzy crossed her arms, irritated.

"Hey, Davy," came Dad's voice. "How's your weekend with your college friends going? Did you make it to the cabin yet?"

"Um, not yet, almost," said David awkwardly. "We're stopped at a gas station."

"I hope you guys have fun," he said. "Don't party too hard."

"We won't. What's up, Dad?"

From Niğde Escort Bayan across the room, Lizzy made a "wrap it up!" motion with her finger.

"It's your sister," said Dad. "She said she was going to a sleepover at her friend Jen's house, but your mother and I found out she was lying."

Lizzy suddenly lost patience, went straight up to her big brother, grasped him and started kissing his neck. David felt his little sis's boobs against his chest, her intense (and to be honest, a bit overused) perfume in his nostrils as her little mouth pressed against him, and his cock hardened.

"Oh, uh, lying? What makes you say that?"

"We ran into Jen at the grocery store. She said Lizzy's out of town. I was just wondering if you knew anything about that."

Lizzy's hair hung loose all over his chest, her big eyes -- identical to his -- stared up at him. He had never been so turned on by a girl still wearing all her clothes. He needed to end this call. Soon.

"I don't know, Dad, Lizzy's always been a little cuckoo, maybe we shouldn't worry too -- owwww!" He screamed as Lizzy, who had been fondling his shoulder with her mouth, suddenly took a big bite. She looked up at him defiantly, as if to say, That's what you get for calling me crazy.

"I was just calling to see if you knew anything," Dad said. "I know you and Lizzy are close. And let's be honest, she's been acting different lately. Dressing up, being all flirty, even around the house. I'm afraid she's hanging out with a boy."

"A boy? Lizzy? Now you're crazy." Lizzy moved down to her big brother's pants, unbuckled his belt and threw it off.

"Don't be naïve. Maybe you don't notice it because she's your little sister, but she's been really filling out lately. A lot of boys would be happy to get a piece of that."

"Dad, don't be weird," said David, as his sister started fondling and stroking his cock. She was surprisingly skilled, although at this moment it would have taken very little skill to get hard. He realized that, over the past month when he'd started seeing Lizzy as more than just a little sister, he'd built up a lot of pent-up desire. She'd gone out of her way to dress provocatively, often in short skirts like today. And it wasn't just that -- something about the fact that she was his sister, that they shared so much, turned him on to an unbearable degree. He felt his cock stiffen even more as her face, so similar to his own, stared up at him. She noticed the attention and moved his cock slowly to her mouth.

"Oh, shit." His little sister's mouth felt so good!

"What's the matter?" asked Dad. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine," he said. "I'm about to start driving again. See you on Sunday. Bye!"

He threw the phone down. Lizzy giggled. David reached forward and ran his hands through her hair as she continued to suck.

"You... are the naughtiest... little sister... of all time."

"Wha waf Dab callig aboup?" she asked, her words muffled by her brother's cock in her mouth.

"Jen ratted you out," says David. "I thought you were going to tell her to lie."

Lizzy removed his cock from her mouth momentarily. "I did, but Jen's such an airhead. I should never have trusted her."

"You didn't tell her where you were going, did you? Or who you were going with?"

"Of course not, big brother! I'm not a dummy." She proceeded to start sucking on his dick again.

David was still a bit worried about his parents. They were very thorough, and very protective of their little girl. But, he reasoned, there was no way for them to figure out that they were here. He and Lizzy had taken every precaution and left no evidence. His sister's lips around his cock, too, were a good incentive to forget about it.

"Mmmm,"said Lizzy, pulling away. "Your brother-dick tastes so much better than a normal one."

"How many normal dicks have you sucked on?" asked David.

"Kevin Cruseman, who took me to Homecoming," she said. "And Jake Gold, after Jen's 18th, in his car. He wanted to go further, but I said no."

"Wait a minute, Lizzy," said David. "Are you a virgin?"

Lizzy blushed a little bit. "None of your business. Like you have so much experience."

"I wasn't making fun of you. I think it's cute that my little sis hasn't had sex yet."

"You don't have to worry about my hymen," she said, as if apologizing. "It already broke, on that horseback riding trip we took in Wyoming."

David smiled. "I always wondered where you and Mom disappeared to that day." Then he paused. "Lizzy, has a boy ever eaten your pussy?"

"No," said Lizzy. "Or Kevin tried for a bit, but he wasn't very good."

Gingerly, David approached his sister, unzipped the front of her miniskirt, and pulled it down. Underneath were her pretty, pale legs and a pair of lacy pink underwear. David reached for the edges and pulled it off to reveal...

"Your sister's pussy," Escort Niğde said Lizzy. "Is it exciting, to finally see it? Think of all the times we've hung out, been literally inches away from each other, and yet this part of me was off-limits, at least since we bathed together as kids."

David examined it. It was a perfectly ordinary, shaved pussy, but the fact that it was his sister's... that it belonged to the girl who stole his Hot Wheels as a kid, who he shared half his DNA with...

He plunged his face into it and started licking.

"Oh... oh brother!" she shouted as he picked up speed. "Do you like that, when I call you 'brother'? Eat me out, brother! Lick your sister's pussy!"

Blindly -- his face was so submerged in his sister's snatch that he could see nothing else -- he reached his hands up her supple body, feeling her. Lizzy was not an extremely skinny girl, nor was she fat -- if she wanted to be a model, she could probably have stood to lose ten pounds, but David didn't want a model, he wanted his sister. Lizzy started unbuttoning her blouse as she continued to moan.

"Oh, yeah, David! Lick my clit! Fuck yeah! I think I'm going to orgasm on my own big brother's face!"

"Lizzyffff, shuf up! Someone coulb hear ufs!"

She ignored him. "Big brother! Big brother big brother BIG BROTHER!" And with that, she climaxed, spraying her girl juices onto her biological sibling. Johnny looked up to see his little sister in the throes of ecstasy. Her body was covered in sweat, her braid was coming undone, her blouse was unbuttoned, under which her freckled chest and pink bra could be observed. David thought for a second about what was happening and realized how objectively depraved this was. The juices on his face were his own sister's.

And he liked it.

"David," she whispered. "That was the first orgasm anybody other than myself has given me. I want to lose my virginity to you. Right now."

David felt a sense of nervous anticipation that he hadn't since the time he lost his virginity five years ago. He'd had, at the time, the idea that he was about to enter a new territory, totally unexplored. With each new girl he'd been with (five total) a little of that had been lost. But here he was, with his own sister, more excited than ever.

"Here, let me put on some music," she said, shedding her blouse on the bed. She took the speakers out of David's suitcase and set them up on the bedstand, plugging them in. Then she took her iPhone out, plugged it in and started looking for a song. Meanwhile, David removed his shirt -- the last article of clothing he was still wearing -- revealing his sturdy abs and broad shoulders. He went over to his suitcase and pulled out a condom. A moment later, an Imagine Dragons song started blaring over the speakers.

"No way," said David. "I am not screwing you to that."

"What do you mean?" asked Lizzy. "They rock."

"That's such a high-school thing to say."

"I graduated from high school a week ago."

"How about some P-Funk?" asked David. "Or something with a good beat."

"Of course, you want to listen to some band from fifty years ago that no one's ever heard of," said Lizzy. "You're such a fucking hipster, I swear to God."

David went up behind her and grabbed her right tit from over her bra, the only article of clothing that either of them were still wearing. "It really doesn't matter, does it," he said. "Whether we're sitting in the backseat of our parents' car, or hanging out naked in a hotel room about to fuck. You're the same bossy, immature imp." She gasped, faux-offended, and he pulled her head around and kissed her deeply on the mouth.

"Yeah, what about you?" Lizzy said. "You act so adult, so responsible, and yet you take your sister for a hotel for a night of incest fucking. Imagine if someone filmed this and put it online. Your whole image would be ruined. What would you friends say. What would your ex-girlfriends say."

"How about this," said David. "We put your iPhone on shuffle, and just listen to whatever song comes on."

"Fine." She pressed Shuffle and the song "American Girl" by Tom Petty started playing. Fair enough. David picked up his bratty lover, threw her onto the bed, and positioned himself above her, his cock inches above her pussy.

"Don't worry about that condom," she said.

"You're on birth control?"

"You'll remember to pull out."

David knew this directly violated his earlier rules, but his hard eight-inch cock quickly overruled his objections. Wanting to impress his little sister with his stamina, David hadn't jacked off in over a week, and she had him unimaginably horny. And it wasn't that his dick just saw her as "just another girl:" his brain had told his penis all about the sisterpussy it was about to be inserted into, and it wanted it. It wanted to be inside its sibling's wet cave more than anything in the world.

"Wait," said Lizzy.

"What?" asked David. His animal brain had almost fully assumed control of his functions, and it took everything he had to hold himself back.

"I want to know something first," she said, speaking sincerely. "I want to know that you love me."

"Sure, I love you, Lizzy. You're my sister."