A Stroll to the Open Space
Hey guys, all characters in this story are aged 18 or older. Any likeness to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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This is my first attempt at writing a story, so please bear with me. Any feedback and comments are more than welcome.
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William sat on his bed next to his sister Rebecca, or Becs as she's been called since childhood. The two of them silently gazed at the floor, both wrestling with their thoughts. Trying to make sense of what had just happened. They had been casually chatting about their daily activities when suddenly, Becs turned her head towards him and offered a shy smile. Without thinking, he leaned in and kissed her. Kissed his own sister!
"What the hell am I doing?" he wondered silently. "She's my sister."
"Becs…" he stammered.
She put her hand on his knee as if to assure him that it was fine, that he should forget about it.
Standing up, she softly told him, "I need to get some sleep now."
She walked towards the door of William's room and looked back at him over her shoulder. "Good night, William."
As she disappeared into her own room, he struggled to fall asleep that night. But it wasn't because of confusion or regret. It was because he was orchestrating and fantasizing plans. Unbeknownst to him, Becs was encountering the same issues, with quite different motivations.
The next morning presented a pleasant and warm Saturday. The threesome, consisting of Becs, William, and their mother, Carol, were laughing and chatting in the bright breakfast nook, enjoying bagels and coffee.
"You two are rather quiet this morning," Carol observed, "having a restless night?"
They exchanged glances, both feigning ignorance. The small family had been leading a nice life since Carol discovered her ex-husband with another woman. She had taken everything as retribution, including the fancy condo they now lived in. The first floor boasted a spacious dining and living area, as well as a modern kitchen and a three season atrium that served as a breakfast nook. Carol's private bedroom was also on the first floor, as well as a guest bathroom. Upstairs were Becs and William's massive bedrooms with a shared Jack and Jill bathroom. Carol rarely went upstairs except to check for cleanliness and to maybe put laundry away.
William paused to suggest, "How about we go to the Preserve and have a picnic like we used to? The weather's beautiful today."
The Preserve, or the formal name - Timothy Baker's Memorial Park and Forest Preserve, was a huge expanse of land donated to the city by a rich family who lost their son to drowning in the river where the park is located. It had a playground and a picnic area with a small beach and a plaque dedicated to Timothy. Most of the land was untouched, with numerous walking paths and natural trails going through the forest. As children, Becs, William, and Carol would often go there as a family, but it's been a while since the divorce.
Carol looked at William and responded, "That sounds like a lovely idea. But I have to go to my sister's for a baby shower later. You two should go. Pack a picnic, ride your bikes over there and enjoy the sun and fresh air."
As she finished her sentence, William couldn't help but notice a slight upturn in Becs' lips, an almost knowing smile.
"Sounds great, Mom," Becs assured, "as long as you don't mind spending the day with your ridiculous brother."
"Aw, come on. Calling me goofy, huh?"
"William!" Carol scolded, but they all laughed.
Becs and William both shared a natural ability to make each other laugh.
"I'll clean up the mess from breakfast," Carol said as she moved around the table, collecting plates and cups.
In the middle of the household, William called out, "I'm grabbing the bathroom first!" He hurried from the kitchen to the stairs leading up to their rooms.
Behind him, Becs yelled, "Wait up!"
Carol, smiling to herself, thought how fortunate she was. With siblings who got along so well while growing up and even now as adults, the process of raising them alone had been so much better over time.
Carol set aside her book to witness William as he descended the stairs. He was dressed in a pair of khaki shorts and a simple white t-shirt.
"Seems like you're prepared for a picnic. Is your sister planning to come?"
"Dad! You know how when Becs uses the bathroom, we often need to send out search parties! I'm intending to make a tasty picnic lunch for us while she's preparing. Might you have an extra bottle of Chard? Need some plastic wine glasses."
"Certainly, one's in the wine fridge, along with them."
He headed toward the kitchen, contemplating, "If she found out what I wanted... She wouldn't think so highly of me."
A fleeting sense of guilt passed through his mind.
William and Becs lay on the large picnic blanket after they had enjoyed their lunch. William had packed leftover chicken from the previous night and had tossed a can of Pringles (green can, sour cream and onion, Becs' favorite) in the bag. Alongside the food, he had selected a fine bottle of Napa Valley Chardonnay, essentially creating a simple yet delightful picnic.
Becs took notice of her surroundings. The space, a roughly circular area of 20 feet, was completely surrounded by trees and a dense thicket of shrubbery, making it inconspicuous from the path. While walking on the trail, William had abruptly tugged her hand and pulled her towards the thicket, to Becs' astonishment, there was a very small opening that led to a zigzaggy passage through the growth, opening up into this perfect, secluded clearing. The lush, green grass beneath them, the clear blue dome of the sky above them.
"How did you ever discover this place?" She questioned.
William remembered, "One day when I was under immense stress dealing with a class, I went to the Preserve to take a walk and relax. I was on the path, and a cat darted across the track into the bushes. I saw that little gap. I pushed through after the cat, lo and behold."
Glancing at his sister, William couldn't resist admiring her figure. On their bike ride, he rode behind her to enjoy the sight of her slim backside as she pedaled. On the path, he allowed her to take the lead, all so he could gaze at her body. Holy hell, he almost climaxed in his pants during their stroll. She had chosen to wear a light blue cropped t-shirt and a stunningly tight pair of white yoga pants. Her bright blue toe polish matched her sparkling eyes and her shoulder-length brown hair was secured in a cute small ponytail.
"This is how I found it," he stated.
He took a pause, "Becs, last night-"
Before he could complete, she leaned over him and embraced his lips in the most passionate kiss he had ever experienced. Siblings, feelings of love, kindness, and care collectively erupted in an unstoppable torrent. Hands roamed everywhere. He slid his hands up under her shirt and stroked her lovely, firm 34AA breasts through her satin bra. The sensations overwhelmed him. His hands intruded further, squeezing her toned bottom through the tight yoga pants as she whimpered into his mouth.
She backed off with her hands tracing his belt. She pulled him away, standing between his legs.
"I don't want you to have my shirt. I want you to see me while you watch and stroke yourself."
He complied, stroking his arousal as she disrobed for him. She revealed her lovely, petite breasts, small but firm, her flat belly, her legs, and, most attractively, her smooth, shaven pussy. William lusted as he looked upon her.
She descended to her knees and drew his face to his erection, inhalation of his scent smouldering his loins. William moaned as Becs caressed him.
She smiled, a seductive, playful, lustful smile, and uttered, "What do you want me to do, William? What do you want me to do?"
"Goodness gracious Becs, please let me suck your dick. Goodness gracious, I'm so attracted to you."
Encircling his dick with her tender tongue, moving from the girth to the tip and eventually enwrapping her mouth around it, she gently grazed it two times before she drew in. Her full lips encircled the head, creating suction as she slid down. Although she almost choked, she couldn't grip all of it; she was determined to give her best.
"Fuck! Becs, I want to consume you. I...I just...this feels so good."
Carefully maneuvering her body, she grabbed his limbs, swung her around, and positioned her damp pussy over his face. He inhaled her aroma, her sister's sweet aroma, the most enticing scent he'd ever encountered. She lowered her head and similarly began sucking his dick, her mouth slurping and slurping on it. He, too, braced her and brought her head to his. Fingering her engorged, moistened lips, he fetched his finger and stroked around her delicate clitoris.
"Ooohh my God! Stop. I'm extremely touch-sensitive there," she cried out, her face flushed, "Just touch above it."
He did as she claimed, maneuvering his finger and tongue all over. She returned the favor, sucking him. She did her best to administer him the ideal blowjob possible. He enclosed her in his arms, hovering over her and allowing his mouth to feast on her vibrant pussy. She couldn't suppress her thrills as her cunt started splattering.
"Holy shit! Becs! I can't handle this!"
She swooned. Lowering her body once again, she could indeed only fit the tip of his member in her mouth, but she was slowly but surely purposefully losing control.
"I'm gonna cum!" he yelled, cumming. He thrust his tongue and two fingers into her swollen pink hole. The almost intense flavor and sensation made his mind swirl with excitement. She rocked and humped his mouth, teasing her pussy. She finally rolled away and crawled on top of him, ripping the blanket open. She quickly penetrated his mouth with the drenched head of his dick. Simultaneously, she jerked him off, but this time she lifted her hips to meet with his face. With her vagina, she began flexing, caressing her wet, sticky precious flesh.
"Aw, fuck, Becs, I'm cumming!" he yelped.
She, too, reached orgasm, bathing his face in her undulating, appetizing secretions. Every limb in her body quivered as her climax made its way through her.
"Fuck, she's a superb cocksucker," he said with a smile.
She swatted his side, playfully, and grinned, "Nobody has ever done this to me before," she said, panting.
"Nobody's mum as mouthwatering as yours," he added.
Her eyes went wide, "Hahahaha, I won't tell mum you call me that," she jested, "And after all that you put me through, I seem to find you terribly handsome. I suppose I should call you...hm, Billy Cock."
She chuckled at her awkward joke. He flipped over her, possessing her, spreading her legs, and immersing his lips into her bushy mound.
"Hey, I can't stand that," she frowned.
Lying side by side, he stumbled over the word, "I said, can't help it, not with..."
She didn't hear his comment and rose. The blanket came down to her midriff, showcasing her natural blessing: her considerably smaller, youthful breasts.
"What else did you say?" She inquired.
Cupping her breasts and kissing one unattractive nipple, he whispered, "I said, can't help it, not your Sexy Bexy lying beside me."
"Sexy Bexy?" She mocked, "Don't let mum catch you calling me that."
She stared at him, dumbfounded. He, distracted by her magnetizing beauty, failed to hear her question. He repositioned the blanket so it covered both of their exposed bodies. He kissed her, and she cuddled up to him while waving her fingers up and down his chest.
"Mr. Man of Steel," she coyly joked.
He giggled, "I can't help it, the brilliant Becs has awakened me."
He looked baffled, "But I thought you intended to."
"I do desire you, my attractive sibling, but not in this manner. Let's make love another day. Perhaps tomorrow?" She teased him, "But at this moment, I want you to possess me. I yearn for you behind me taking me like a primitive man. Make it dirty with me. Make me yours. Dear William, please impart your passions unto me."
He didn't hesitate. Her eyes gleamed with primitive desire, so he followed her instructions. She found herself upside down on her hands and knees. Behind her, he knelt, his hard, glistening tip teased her opening. It rubbed against her flesh, prompting a gasp and squeak from her.
"Is this what you yearn for, Becs? You desire to be my lewd sibling?"
"Yes, oh yes! Please, don't stop!"
He eased in, carefully stretching her small entrance. Then he withdrew, leaving her longing for more.
"Please!" she cried out as she reached under herself and spread her lips.
He pushed in, this time deeper, but he paused. "Tell me again, slut."
"I want to be your courtesan, mate. I want to give myself to you."
Immediately, he entered her a second time, this time fully securing himself inside.
"Your desires may be fulfilled, my lewd sister. Are you ready to be owned?"
"Own me, possess my body, fuck it William."
With that, he began slowly, then began to gradually ensure his speed was fast. His stiff, long dick traveled with relentless energy in and out of her hot, captivating pussy, his large hands holding her tight, trim back.
"You'll love this lewd woman. Which cunt is mine?"
"Yours!" she pleaded, "Your bitch cunt."
"Your cunt is so effervescent, Becs. You'll receive my dick every day. I'm claiming this dirty hole, my dear, vile wench."
He rammed her multiple times, sweating, his breath heavy with effort. His strong, thick member drove effortlessly in and out of her small, nubile pussy, his hands grasping her sleek, well-formed back.
"You're satisfied, slut? Remind me of your name."
"Slut, my cunt is stuffed with your penis."
He thrust her, sodomized her, his utterances transformed into grunts, her cries into mewls.
"You relish this lewd woman? Whose cunt seized you?"
"Yours! God, it's your cunt, baby."
"Your snug cunt is hot, Becs. I'll show you my love daily. Slut hole, your cunt is now mine."
His sensual assault was unstoppable. He tunneled into her like a foreman, his hips powerful and arousing her.
"Fuck me," she begged, "Fuck, oh fuck, fuck me with your dick. Pound your sister hard."
"Yes," her mother witnessed the siblings kissing deeply. "You two did enjoy your adventure in the woods. Welcome home."
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