The Black Box

“What in the hell do you think you are doing?!” he said incredulously. “Never on an empty stomach!” He held the boxes up.

“Dale,” Angela said. “Go easy on the boy. We were the same at their age.” She bit her lip as her eyes took in Scottie’s bare ass, framed by Hannah’s ankles. “Besides, your daughter doesn’t seem to be complaining at all.”

“Mm-Mmmmmm” Hannah purred as she started rocking her hips with her brother fully sheathed inside her.

“Alright, alright,” Dale said. “Tell you what; let me get this in the fridge and we’ll join. Sound good, Slugger?”

Scottie’s eyes went wide.

“What?!”

“Sounds good to me,” their mom said as she started unbuttoning her blouse.

“Awesome!” Dale hurried into the kitchen. “Don’t cum in her just yet, Scottie. We can see if she wants to be double-teamed. I just read about this position, what was it, Angela?”

“Air tight? No! Spit roasting!” she said as she folded her blouse and set it on the armrest.

“That’s the one. What do you say, Slugger? You up to try spit roasting Hannah? Or we could try it with your mom-“

“Jesus, Dad! Mom! That’s it!” Scottie said in a burst of panic. With strength unknown to him, he pulled back, disengaging from his sister’s vagina. In a flurry, he grabbed his scattered clothes and ran out of the room, only to return a moment later remembering the black box remote, then scampering back up the stairs. His mother, father, and naked sister watched his bare-assed retreat, each sharing a look of confusion.

In the sanctuary of his room, Scottie sat on the corner of his bed, naked, holding the pile of clothes and the remote. He stared at it, shaking his head.

“What the fuck was I thinking,” he said. It wasn’t a question.

Looking at the remote, the display still read ADULT. Nodding to himself in thought, he knew it was time to return. He tapped the up arrows, watching the screen change until he found STANDARD.

“Shit,” he said. “That’s gotta be it.”

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and pressed ENTER.

A rapid wave of static washed over him, and then as quickly as it started, it fizzled out.

Opening his eyes, he found himself in his room once more.

Scottie chuckled, then laughed. Talk about a wild ride. He stood, tossing the remote up and down in his hand, testing the weight and wondering what could be in store.

“Nice ass,” he heard behind him.

* * *

Chapter 5: Shaking Up The Family Tree.

For the second time in mere minutes, fear washed over him as he heard a voice from behind him. Scottie turned, dropping the remote and his bundles of clothes to reflexively cover his privates with his hands.

Sitting at his computer desk in the corner of the room, patiently, quietly, was Hannah, still wearing her baseball shorts, still in her black sports bra and she still wore that glare that appeared to be reserved for only her brother.

“Where did you zip off to?” she asked. Her tone was dry.

“Hannah! What the fuck?! What are you doing in my room?” Scottie said as he sideways stepped to his bed, then sat quickly.

She strummed her fingernails across his desk.

“I came downstairs to talk but couldn’t find you. After seeing the remote was missing, I figured you used it like I did. So, sooner or later, I knew you would end up here.” She stood, crossed the room and stood in front of him. Crossing her arms, she made no effort to hide looking him up and down in his bare state. “Where did you go?”

“Hannah, please. Do you think I can at least let me put something-“

“No,” she said sternly.

“Can I at least-” he pleaded louder.

“No.”

“But it’s my-“

“Scottie, no.” She stood like granite, sure and unmoving.

Scottie deflated. “Jeez, Porno-You was much nicer,” he mumbled.

“… What did you say?” she whispered.

His eyes went wide, fearing the ramifications of his slip.

“Nothing,” he said.

“That wasn’t nothing. Say it again!”

Scottie feared looking up to her but somehow found the courage. He saw not a fire in her eyes but a smoldering heat ready to erupt if the breeze was just right.

“… I just said… the other you was nicer, that’s all.”

Hannah leaned in, slowly. She knew what she heard.

“You went there, didn’t you.”

Her brother looked away from her eyes. Hannah knew what this meant. She was the first to go, to experience whatever that place really was. If it was the same for him as it had been for her… That would mean that he found her there, just as she had found him.

Being so close to him, Hannah was suddenly aware of his scent. It washed over her like a wave. Memories of depraved acts flooded her brain as she recalled her own accidental journey into that… place. Her body responding, skin tight with goosebumps. Her nipples hardened remembering his touch. And below, she felt a knot begin to grow, unwind and burn as her panties began to grow wet.

She knew she should stop. She shouldn’t push it.

“Was I there?” Hannah heard pass her lips. Why did she ask a question she didn’t want answered?

He nodded.

Fuck.

She felt her mouth begin to water. She remembered how he felt inside it, muscle memory recalling the shape of his crown as it slide across her tongue. She remembered his taste.

“Did we… do… anything?”

It was as easy as that. If he said no, it’s not like any boundary has been crossed. Unlike herself.

Please say no. Please say no.

Scottie turned to her, taking in his sister barely above, who only moments ago was beneath him, begging to be fucked.

He wondered if this Hannah looked the same way naked as the other. Did she feel the same if he touched her? Or, if she touched him? Just as quickly as the thought struck him, he tried to banish it. This was the real Hannah. His Hannah. His… The thought lingered.

Here was his sister, standing over him as he sat without an inch of clothing on. She must be aware of how her breathing had deepened. How her lips just barely parted to catch her labored breath. Those lips which he now knew how they felt against his own. How they moved against his skin. And how they parted when taking his cock into her mouth.

He felt himself starting to grow hard but somehow welcomed it.

“Scottie,” he heard her say again. “Did we?”

There was a sense of desperation in her voice. Or maybe hesitation? Or both?

He looked up to her face but found she wasn’t focused on him. Or rather, all of her attention was on his erection, feebly being hidden by his hands. Scottie could see that smoldering look behind her eyes start to grow once more. Yet, he knew now that he was mistaken, for it wasn’t anger that fueled the fire in her eyes. It was lust.

“… yes,” was all he said.

His words seemed to hang in the air, both siblings knowing what was implied. But between the two, Hannah’s frustrations were kept only to her. While her brother satiated his needs, his sister had been left wanting.

In a sudden move, she pushed his shoulder hard making him fall back onto the bed, arms swinging wide, abandoning modesty for stability. Hannah’s eyes darted down, locking onto his cock, her brother’s cock, in the open and oh, how it throbbed.

He was as hard as she was wet, and his cock looked harder than steel.

Scottie bounced back on the bed, landing firm and raising up on his elbows in time to see Hannah moving toward him. She moved with determination, removing her bra, shorts and panties without ceremony.

“Hannah, what are you-“

“Shut up,” she said as she crawled up onto the bed fully naked and straddling his hips.

She grabbed his erect dick and rubbed it against her soaking lips, smearing their juices together and coating his cock head in their natural lubricant. Without giving him a chance to say anything further, she lodged him between her lips, feeling the ring of her vagina open and pushed her hips down, squeezing his cock fully inside her in one solid drop.

“Oh fuck!” they said in unison as she sank down his length, resting only when her buttocks fit in the seat of his lap.

“God, you’re deep,” she said as she pulled her feet up, repositioning herself into a squat.

With her back straight, she pushed up, rising off her brother only to come crashing back down like a human piston. Her arms went back, maintaining balance and trying to push aside the burn in her thighs, hamstrings, and ass as she raised and lowered herself over and over again, squeezing her eyes shut as the pleasure washed over her.

“Oh my god, Hannah,” her brother groaned. This wasn’t some alternate version of his sister. This was the actual Hannah. “We shouldn’t… oh fuck!” he cried as she squeezed him tighter.

“Shut up, Scottie,” she said as she picked up the pace, placing a hand on his stomach for balance. His abs were firmer than she expected to her pleasant surprise.

“I’m sorry, Hannah. Oh my god, you feel so good!”

“Stop saying my name,” she groaned. “Don’t make this weird.”

“I can’t… ugh… I can’t help it!” He started thrusting up into her. “We’re actually fucking. I’m fucking my sister!”

“Don’t… make… it… weird!” she said, leaning forward and bouncing with each word, hands on his chest.

He grabbed her hips as she came down, holding her in place. His groin pressed hard against her clit, causing her to gasp, squeal, then grind against him.

“Oh you little pervert,” she moaned, rocking her hips against him, trying to wiggle his length deeper inside her. She already felt so full, could he go any further?

Scottie looked at his writhing sister, face twisted in blissful agony. He pulled back his hips and hammered up, then again, and again, pushing further and further into her with a slap-slap-slap.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck! I’m gonna cum, Scottie! I’m gonna cum on your cock. I’m gonna come on my brother’s cock!” she said as her eyes started to grow wide. “Oh my god! Oh my god! Scottie… I’m cumming!” she cried as her body tensed, then shook and her eyes rolled back, mouth open.

Her legs slammed together, causing his cock to slip out as she convulsed in wave after wave of her climax. Her brother held her tight, feeling her spasm against him as her orgasm rocked through her body.

She fell forward, head landing on her brother’s chest. Scottie held her there, feeling her wait, her breasts pressing against him, nipples digging into his stomach just as his cock did to hers.

“Oh, fuck!” her voice quivered as a smaller aftershock rocked through her.

Hannah looked up at her brother.

“Jesus Christ, Scottie. You fucked me so good I got tears,” she laughed, wiping the corner of her eyes.

Scottie chuckled as she slid to his side, still wrapped and plastered against him. He ran his fingers over the small of her back while she raked her fingers through his thin tuft of chest hair, then leaned into him, nuzzling her nose against his skin.

“I want to tell you something but you’re going to think I’m a freak,” she whispered.

“Oh come on, Hannah,” he said. “I already think you’re a freak.”

He only laughed for a moment as Hannah was quick to grab him by the literal balls and squeeze.

“Shit! I’m sorry! I’m sorry,” he said.

“You fucking better be,” she relaxed, laying her head back on his stomach. She released his testicles and slowly brought her hand to his cock, letting her fingertips trace each vein, still shimmering and wet with her lubricant.

“What’s up?” he asked.

She took a deep breath. “That was kind of a fantasy of mine…”

“Really?”

She nodded, watching her hand slowly stroke him.

“Yeah. I used to watch you during swim practice last year. I liked how you filled those tiny little suits, and, it kinda did it for me.”

“Holy shit, Hannah,” he said, staring up at the ceiling, trying to keep his breath under control.

“Then today, when I suddenly went to that place, you were there. And once I realized it was a thing with the remote, well, I may have seduced Bizarro Scottie just to test out how I felt.”

Scottie’s cock twitched. Hannah smiled and squeezed.

“What… What did you do with me?” Scottie asked.

Hannah lifted her head, looking at her brother. Her eyes danced with mischief.

“We kissed,” she said. “Well, more like made out. When I told him I like my nipples sucked on, he pushed my top up and…” Scottie watched as her nipples began to harden again. “Then, I may have sucked you off. Him! Sucked him off.”

Scottie’s grin widened. “You didn’t.”

She just shrugged. “I might have. I even asked him to cum on my tits.”

Scottie laughed.

“What?” she said.

Her brother tried to wave it off.

“Nothing, nothing,” he said. “It’s just, Porno You said the same thing to me.”

“What!” Hannah mocked outrage. “She can be such a slut!”

They both laughed.

“Speaking of cum,” she leaned in closer to him. “Don’t want you to think I’ve forgotten about your friend here,” she purred as she slowly pumped her hand, expertly milking his dick. “How close are you?” The way she looked up at him; breasts pressing against his chest, mound against his thigh, the way she bit her lip in anticipation. No one could hold back against that pure imagery of sex.

“Super close,” he said, bringing a smile to her face.

“I’m still super sensitive down there,” she said. “Would you mind filling your big sister’s mouth with your cum?”

His eyes went wide. “It would be my honor.”

She rolled her eyes and slapped his chest. “You’re so fucking weird, you dork.”

Scottie chuckled to himself once more as he watched her slide down on her knees between his legs with her perfect ass in the air. She held her hand against the base of his cock, forcing it completely upright and nudged it with her nose, tracing the ridge of the crown.

“Can I tell you something else? Something few guys know?”

Scottie put a pillow behind his head, enraptured by the show as she looked up at him. his dick brushing against her lips.

“I kinda have this kink,” she said, raising her eyebrows. “I don’t know why, but I kinda get off on the taste of my pussy on a nice, hard dick.” She extended her tongue and ran it up the length of his shaft from root to tip. “And the fact it’s on yours is driving me fucking bananas.”

“Now who’s making it weird,” he laughed then stopped suddenly when she took him fully into her mouth. “Ohhhhhhh damn,” he said.

Scottie was beside himself in bliss, watching his sister bob up and down on his cock as she worshiped it, deliberately focusing on his pleasure as she lived out her fantasy. All of it was even more exemplified by the knowledge that she was getting off on sucking her own flavor off of him.

He shook his head in wonder at her, how her ass was raised up like she was in heat. How her tits brushed back and forth against his legs. How she would pinch a nipple and moan into his member. How she slurped and licked and kissed his cock. This side of his sister he never knew.

“Fuck, Hannah! You’re incredible.”

“Mm-hmmm,” she said, mouth full of her brother. Hearing her own name moaned on his lips increased the flood to her pussy. Without a thought, she lowered her hand to her sore and aching mound rubbing it gently as she bobbed her head.

Her own groan caught Scotties attention as he watched her play with herself. Then a thought hit him.

Both realities had focused on him, focused on his needs. He needed to return the favor.

“Get up here,” he said. “Let me do that for you.”

She pulled off her brother, and a small trail of saliva dripped from her lip which she wiped away.

“What?” she asked.

“Get your ass up here,” he said again.

“Scottie, I thought you were close.”

“I am,” he said. “But I want to make you cum first.”

“I already-“

“Hannah, get our sweet ass up here so I can lick that pussy.”

So commanding, so sure; who was this Scottie? She smiled, rose, and swiveled her body around, pivoting over his groin.

“Be gentle,” she said as she lifted her leg to pass over his head, fully exposing her vagina and ass to his view. She settled herself lower, his head fully straddled, and she leaned back down, taking him back into her mouth.

Scottie, in turn, savored the moment. He ran both his hands over her thighs, feeling the sudden ridge of her cheeks rise and swell. He cupped both, squeezing, massaging the globes of her ass in unison. Each swell would open and stretch the cleft of her groin, that sweet, soft spot of the inner thigh and pelvis just outside her labia. He dug his thumbs in on both sides, softly stretching her open, watching her pink lips part, covered in dew.

Her aroma was intoxicating.

Hannah grew even wetter, knowing she was on full display. So open and vulnerable, and she loved it. Yet, with all this stimulation, sibling rivalry kicked in. She’d be damned if he got her off first. She swirled her tongue and sucked, then drove him deep down her throat.

“Fuck!” Scottie moaned as the pleasure overtook him. If that’s how she wants to play…

He pulled her ass to his face and plunged his tongue inside her, tasting her on his tongue for the first time. Her muffled moans encouraged him, driving him as he used his mouth to survey her responses.

Together, bodies entwined in a taboo Yin and Yang, they both sucked and licked, blew and kissed each other in ways known only to the most intimate. Hannah moaned as Scottie groaned. Both savored the taste washing over their tongues, both wondering how the other sibling became so skilled at their task.

Hannah watched as her brother’s balls tightened. Scottie felt it too.

“I’m gonna cum!” he warned her, but she only picked up her pace. “Hannah! I’m gonna’-” was all he managed as his cock pulsed, firing a rope of semen deep into his sister’s hungry mouth, his flavor coating her senses as she tried desperately to swallow in time to his ejaculations.

Scottie lurched his head forward and groaned deeply, sucking on her clit as his climax took over. It was too much for Hannah as she too came suddenly and fiercely against her brother’s mouth. They rocked together, thrusting their sexes into their partner’s mouths as they shook with diminishing convulsions until slowly, they were panting, sister atop brother.

With a heavy sigh, Hannah slipped to the side, rolling off Scottie. Her head near his feet and his near hers.

“Phew,” she said, staring up at the ceiling. “That was… way to go us!” she joked as she raised her hand for a high-five. Scottie weakly slapped it.

Catching his breath. “Hannah,” he said. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard before.”

“Oh really?” she said. “Not even with Porno-Me?” Her voice was mocking, all of which was lost on Scottie.

“Hell no,” he said, all smiles. “You have her beat…”

They both lay there, their fingers barely touching until Hannah opened hers slightly. They held hands, neither speaking, only breathing and staring up at the ceiling.

After minutes that felt like hours, Hannah broke the silence.

“How are you feeling about… all this?”

Scottie took a deep breath. “I don’t know… You?”

“Same.”

“Is it weird that I don’t feel how I feel I should feel?”

Hannah chuckled. “I think I follow you… but what?”

“What we just did… It was real. That wasn’t in the other place but here… so doesn’t that make it-“

“Incest,” Hannah said.

Hearing the word aloud felt heavy. Deep. Forbidden.

“… Yeah.”

“Does it bother you?” Hannah asked, sitting up on her elbows. “… Committing incest with your sister?”

There it was again. Real and taboo. Why did it make his cock twitch? Why did it make her wet?

Scottie sat up on his elbows, facing her.

“That’s where I feel mixed up,” he said. “I feel like should be repulsed, but… I don’t.”

“Same,” she said.

They stared at each other, more exposed than they’d ever been, but unable to look away from each other’s eyes.

“Are we fucked up?” Scottie asked.

“Oh yeah,” Hannah smiled. “But isn’t everyone in some way?”

“I guess,” he replied, letting his eyes travel down her ravished body.

“So, if we’re both fucked up, you down for another…” he said arching his eyebrows.

Hannah laughed.

“Down you horn dog.” She slapped him with one of his own pillows. “I’m so sensitive down there that I may short circuit,” she said spreading her legs and gently patting her swollen and glistening vagina. “You really did a number on me.”

Scottie just watched, amazed that he just had sex with such a beautiful woman.

“Damn you’re sexy,” he said.

Her grin couldn’t get any wider. “Thank you, Loverboy. Compliments like that will get you a reward,” she said as she leaned forward and kissed him sensually on the lips.

For a moment, in between savoring the soft feel of her lips on his, Scottie’s mind instantly reflected to her alternate version of his sister saying the same thing. He thought better than to say anything.

Hannah was the first to break the kiss.

“Alright,” she said. “I need to pee, drink some water, and shower. And you, my dear sister fucker, you absolutely should crack a window. This room reeks of sex.”

Scottie nodded, then his eyes went wide.

“Oh fuck!” he said. “What time is it?! Mom and Dad should be here any-“

Hannah put a hand on his chest.

“Relax,” she said. “It’s barely noon.”

Scottie looked out through the window seeing the sun still high in the sky.

“What? How?” he said. “I was in that place for hours.”

Hannah shrugged. “Same thing happened to me. Time moves differently there than here.”

She stood and picked up her clothes. As she turned to leave, she stopped. Hannah walked back to her brother and kissed him. It was brief, tender, and sweet.

“Thanks, little brother,” she said and left with Scottie watching her naked ass shimmy out of the room with every step.

* * *

Chapter 6: When Days Go By.

As the hours passed, their parents eventually returned from the open house with Thai take-out for the family. During dinner, Dale complained non-stop about the volatile market while Angela kept nodding and agreeing from behind her glass of wine. As for Scottie and Hannah, their shared secret led to unavoidable awkward moments, most of which caused Scottie to blush and chastise his sister with a glare. For Hannah, she just reveled in the opportunity to make him squirm.

Eventually, all members of the Miller household went to sleep, each sibling to their own room, exhausted from the day’s events. But they both shared the same thought before slumber overtook them.

How does the little black box work?

It wasn’t until the following afternoon that they were able to experiment again.

First, they sought to figure out the time differential between the other places and their world. They decided to both start a timer on their phone, then one would use the remote while the other stayed in their reality, then compare. Easy enough.

Hannah won the coin toss and volunteered to go. Scottie handed her the controller, they synchronized timers, and counted down.

“Three. Two. One.”

Hannah flickered out and was gone.

Scottie found himself pacing for the next few minutes. Then bounced a ball off the wall for a bit. Then strummed a little on his guitar.

He just started learning to juggle when she returned, flickering back into existence.

Just as he was about to say something when she interrupted him.

“Pants. Off. Now!” she demanded, then turned, dropped to all fours on the carpet and pulled her skirt over her naked ass.

Scottie found himself questioning if she left wearing the same outfit, but that concern instantly left his brain as he pushed inside her warm, tight tunnel.

Needless to say, they forgot to stop their timers.

Scottie volunteered to go next. When he returned, his dick was so hard he felt like he could punch a hole through the wall. Thankfully, Hannah was already naked and on his bed with her legs spread.

She pointed to her vagina. He nodded like a bobblehead. Their moaning was heard from the street.

Once more, they failed to compare times. This issue of theirs persisted venture after venture until two weeks later, they finally chose a different channel and were able to keep it in their pants long enough to come up with a result. They determined that no matter how long someone spends in the other place, only twenty-two minutes pass in their reality.

“Why twenty-two minutes?” Hannah asked.

Scottie shrugged. “Maybe it has something to do with the average length of a sitcom?”

As time progressed, so did their tests.

Eventually, they found that by joining hands, they could both travel at the same time, opening the door to many other possibilities. They spent an entire week living out the adventure films of their childhood. The next week, they were on the panel of judges for a cooking game show. They defeated an alien invasion. Solved unsolvable mysteries. They even accidentally stumbled into a haunted asylum, vowing afterward to never do Horror again.

They were young lovers, and as such, barely able to keep their hands off each other. These channels they could jump to, provided this taboo couple the perfect safe haven for naughty time. No risk of being caught in the real world, and if their actions were discovered while in the other genres, they would be forgotten the moment they returned home. Most of the time it was Scottie interjecting taboo sex scenes into their escapades, though Hannah often instigated sex when feeling particularly feisty; something Scottie took advantage of as often as possible. It was not uncommon for them to visit the home remodeling channel and put the newly renovated bedrooms to the test, sometimes even during the big reveals. That one in particular really got Hannah going.

This was how their summer transpired. While their parents had completed the renovations to the Westbrooke estate, finally putting it on the market, Scottie and Hannah ducked out at every possible opportunity to venture into alternate genres of reality.

Finally, it was the week before Fall semester started that the last bit fell into place.

They were in the Classics; all black and white and vintage. And as such, felt it only fitting to be in the Hotel Monte Vista in Casablanca, Morocco.

Their motel room was the spitting image of colonial luxury in the 1940’s. The room found a strange balance between opulent and basic. The walls were mostly bare with the exception of tasseled sconces, an extended ornate screen, and the silhouetted shadow of ferns. A large queen-sized bed sat in the center of the room, with a matching dresser, vanity, and table. The crackling sound of jazz music from a record player drifted in from the partially opened window, completing the scene.

Scottie entered from the adjoining bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist and skin still wet as Hannah sat at the vanity, topless and wearing sheer lingerie panties. She held her hair up atop her head, exposing her slender neck which showcased a brilliantly bejeweled necklace. While her eyes sparkled like diamonds, her gaze kept returning to her brother’s reflection.

Letting her hair down, she reached for a half-empty dirty martini beside her. She tilted the glass up to her lips, draining it, leaving a single olive to roll around wet and alone.

“Scottie,” she said locking eyes with her brother in the mirror. “Has it occurred to you that any fantasy you want to live out is possible?”

“The thought has crossed my mind,” he said as he removed the towel and reached for the bathrobe on the bed. Hannah felt a rush run through her seeing his exposed package.

“Well, it has me thinking,” she said. “If you could sleep with anyone, no consequences at all, who would it be?”

Scottie smiled and walked up behind her. “Oh that’s easy,” he said while hugging her from behind. “Probably Betty Rubble,” he joked (though he was half serious). “That’s why it’s best we don’t go back to the Cartoon world,” he said as he kissed her neck.

She rolled her eyes.

“Scottie, I’m being serious.”

“And so am I,” he said. “Something about that blue skirt. Yaba-Daba.”

“You’re such a dweeb,” she said with a laugh. “You could fuck anyone. Rock star, Movie Star, Famous whatever…”

“Alright, little miss judgey. Who would it be for you?” he probed.

Hannah’s face blushed. “I don’t think I can tell you after your answer.”

Scottie reached his hands around her waist and kissed her neck again.

“Come on,” he said. “With all we’ve been through, do you seriously believe I would think less of you?”

She looked up at him over her shoulder. “Alright,” she said taking a deep breath, looking him deep in his eyes. “I would fuck Dad.”

“… What did you say?” he whispered.

“I think you heard me,” she replied unblinking.

“You… want to have sex with… Dad?”

Hannah nodded but said nothing.

“… Is this because of us?” Scottie asked.

“No,” she said.

“But… you want to have sex with our father…”

“I do,” she said.

As Scottie looked at her, he could see her nipples harden as her chest rose and fell with deeper and deeper breaths. He knew she was thinking about it now, and the idea was turning her on something fierce.

“You’re serious, aren’t you…?” he said as he felt his heartbeat quicken.

“I am,” she said.

Scottie stood up, Hannah still watching him. He sat back on the bed facing the vanity as his sister rotated on its small bench to face him.

“What brought this on?” he asked.

“I was just thinking… I’ve never kissed a man with a beard,” she said. “I was just wondering what it felt like to have a mustache brush my face when our lips touched. Or to feel it on my clit as I rode his face.” Scottie watched her nipples suddenly harden. “Then I remembered… Dad has a beard… And then that got me thinking about how wrong it would be. But what you and I do is also wrong, but it doesn’t feel that way…”

She paused for a moment, looking at her brother.

“Does this surprise you?” she asked.

“Yes… No… I’m not really sure,” he said. “When you said any fantasy, I don’t know why, but sleeping with my own family was not at the top of my mind.”

“Okay,” she said. “But we’re family.”

“True,” he said. There was no denying that. “But our parents… Isn’t that even more of a taboo?”

“Maybe,” she said. “But it does make it more exciting, doesn’t it.” She pressed her legs together, thighs rubbing as her loins heated in anticipation. Hannah was wet enough to glisten.

He never could put a finger on how she did it, but he was amazed at the aura of sensuality she exuded when sexual tensions were on the rise.

“Why are you asking me? If you wanted, you very easily use the remote and jump over to that channel without me.”

“I know,” she said. “And I almost did a couple days back.”

“Really?” Scottie asked.

She nodded, the very tip of her tongue licking her lips.

“I was in the kitchen, cleaning the dishes from my lunch when I looked out the window over the sink. There he was, working away in the backyard hauling giant bags of soil for the vegetable garden.”

Hannah started running her hands up and down her thighs slowly.

“He was wearing his yard work clothes. You know, those torn-up jeans and his black T-shirt for that big dad rock band from the 80’s. The one he should have thrown out years ago but loves too much.”

Her eyes glossed over as she parted her legs.

“He was filling it just right. His muscles popping, skin slightly dirty with a light sheen of sweat. Then, you should have seen how excited he got when he found an actual tomato on that stupid little plant. There was just something about that little moment where I saw him being kinda goofy and kinda hot.”

“So, what stopped you?” Scottie asked.

Hannah picked up her martini and took a big sip, draining the glass.

“Mom came outside,” she said.

She stood and set her glass down, but not before picking up a single green olive and popping it in her mouth.

“… and, it made me realize something,” she said and strutted over to her brother.

“What’s that?”

“Well…” she said, facing as she straddled his lap, settling her weight into him completely. Her panty-clad vagina rubbed against his bulge. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “… I realized this was something we should do… together?”

Scottie raised an eyebrow.

“You, me, and Dad?” he asked.

“Maybe,” she said, leaning down and brushing her nose against his lips, his chin, his jaw.

“Me and Dad… ” she said as she brought her lips to his ear, her bare chest pressing into his. “… and you and Mom.”

Scottie tensed upon hearing her proposition.

“You really are a dirty girl,” he said with a laugh.

She pulled back smiling. “Who me?” she said coyly.

Scottie brought his hands to her ass and pushed his erection up against his sister. She gasped then groaned with a toothy grin.

“Yeah, you,” he said. “What makes you think Mom’s my type?”

Hannah slowly started to rock against him, rotating her hips in slow, sensual movements.

“Well, it was just a hunch before. But based on that pistol you’re packing down there, I think I have a pretty solid case.”

Scottie groaned, flexing up into her again as she raked her fingernails through the hair on his head.

“You think so, do you?” he said.

She bit her lip and nodded.

“Besides,” she said, parting his robe to wrap her fingers around the head of his cock. “I’ve never been in an orgy before. Might as well have my first with my family.”

Hannah pulled off his robe, pushing it over his shoulders, then held his cock and moved closer while grabbing the gusset of her panties with the other hand. She pulled them to the side, positioning him right at the mouth of her dripping pussy.

They both groaned in unison as she sank down his shaft.

Slowly, Hannah started to ride her brother, rocking her hips up and down, rotating against him when he felt her own ass fit into his thighs. Scottie wrapped his hands around her, pulling her into a tight embrace. With one hand between her shoulders and the other on the back of her head, he kissed her, hard. Though he was the first to open his mouth, she was the first to use her tongue.

Their hips danced together, pulling and pushing in perfect synchronization. Their hands squeezed and groped, mauled and pinched. Scottie pulled her hair and bit her neck. Hannah raked her nails against his back swirling her tongue around his.

It was passionate and desperate, both breathing into each other with eyes shut, focusing on the overwhelming pleasure mounting within them.

“Your hard cock feels so good in my pussy, Daddy,” Hannah whispered in his ear.

“Oh fuck, Hannah,” Scottie groaned, grabbing her breast, and catching the nipple in the web of his hand.

Their pace increased. More frantic, animalistic.

Hannah moaned and grunted “Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh!” in rising octaves as she bounced in his lap. Scottie sucked on her tits, twirling her nipples in his mouth as his hands squeezed and kneaded her tight, round ass.

Scottie stood, Hannah letting out a squeal of surprise as he carried her to the chest of drawers, still lodged within her to the hilt. He set her down at the edge, her eyes wild and loving it and he thrust his hips into her.

“You fuck me so good,” she said as she leaned back against the wall, shaking the furniture with the concussion of each thrust.

Vintage photos in vintage frames tumbled and clattered. The dresser hammered against the plaster wall behind, cracking and flaking in a growing spiderweb as their voices grew louder.

“You like my tight pussy, Daddy?” She said as she spread her legs wider, grabbing his hips and pulling him into her. “You like fucking your baby girl’s wet, little pussy?”

Scottie pushed into her hard.

“Fuck, I love it,” Scottie said. “Daddy loves it so much.”

Hannah growled in pleasure.

“Oh my god!” she said, reaching down and holding her legs wide for him. “I want to feel you cum, Daddy. I want you to cum in me so bad!”

“Oh, Baby,” he said, thrusting harder, faster. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Fuck yes! Do it!” she said, hand dashing to her pussy and rubbing her clit while he pounded against her mound. “Cum in me, Daddy!”

“Fuck!”

“Yes!”

“Fuck!!!”

“Yes! Yes!! YES!!!”

Scottie fired off inside her, shooting his cum deep into her womb. Hannah felt the heat explode within her as he convulsed in pleasure. She screamed in ecstasy as her nerves ignited as she too came, pussy clamping down and milking the semen from his pulsing cock.

They held each other, panting and sweaty, slowly allowing their senses to return to earth.

Scottie looked at her and smiled, leaning in to gently kiss his sister. It was short but spoke volumes.

“Mmmm,” Hannah said as he pulled away. “I do love those lips.”

“And I love yours,” Scottie said with another peck, then slowly withdrew his cock from her. “Both sets,” he joked.

Hannah smirked at him, playfully as she reached down, running a finger through her lower lips, scooping up a trail of his cum. “Yeah, they’re not too shabby,” she said winking at him as she sucked their juices off her finger.

Scottie picked up the discarded robe and turned to Hannah while putting it on.

“So… Was that all play? Or were you serious? About the whole parent thing?”

Hannah shrugged.

“Not too sure, but it certainly was fun,” she said.

A hesitant knock was heard at the door. Brother and sister looked in that direction, still panting.

Hannah slipped off the furniture, panties still wedged to the side of her red and swollen sex.

“I got it,” she said with a wink and walked to the door in only her misaligned panties. Scottie had just thrown his robe back on when she unlatched the lock and swung the door open.

There stood a bellhop in a finely pressed uniform, complete with fez. Hannah reveled in his expression going from professional to pure shock in the blink of an eye.

“Yes?” she said with innocent doe eyes, one hand on the door, the other on its frame.

“Um, p-p-pardon me,” He stammered. “Th-th-there have been a… a… nipples… There have been a number of noise complaints…” One didn’t need to see color to know how red his cheeks were.

“Oh, dear me,” Hannah feigned, laying it on thick. “I’m so terribly sorry. I can get quite noisy when I’m randy, and I’ve been ever so randy today. Wouldn’t you say so, Humphrey?” Hannah looked back at her brother with a playful expression.

Scottie nodded.

The bellhop gulped, audibly.

“W-w-well if you would be so kind as to…”

“Yes, of course!” she said, placing a hand on her breast as a string of cum dripped from her exposed vagina. “We will certainly try to be mindful of the other guests.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” he said, bowing, suddenly aware of his own erection. He just started to scurry off when Hannah stopped him.

“Oh, Bellhop…” she said.

He turned, still slightly leaning over to hide his excited state.

“… Would you be so kind as to fetch us some ice and extra towels? I plan on having my brother plug up my asshole with his girthy tool and I have a feeling I won’t be sitting right all night.”

“… Oh dear,” said the poor man as he swooned, then fainted, falling with a thud in the hallway.

Laughing, Hannah shut the door, turning back to her brother who watched her incredulously.

“I have so many questions for you,” he said laughing.

She giggled, posing at the door like a pinup model.

“And I would love to answer them, but first, I’m going to take a nice, long bath,” Hannah said as walked to the bathroom, hips swaying seductively.

At the bathroom door, she stopped and slipped her panties over her hips and down her thighs until gravity let them drop the rest of the way. Gracefully, she stepped out of them, one foot at a time. Then, placing one hand on the doorframe, she looked back at Scottie over her shoulder. Mischief danced in her eyes.