Incestuous Tales of the Quarantine 4: Little Sister’s Naughty Treat

Incestuous Tales of the Quarantine

Story Four: Little Sister’s Naughty Treat

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!

“That’s it, Clancy,” groaned my twin sister, her naked ass wiggling at me as she lay bent over the hood of the 1969 Camaro I was repairing in the garage. “Just slide that cock into me. I need it. I’m fucking going crazy!”

“Shit,” I muttered, my dick out in my hand.

I was about to fuck my twin sister. Nancy’s trimmed, brown bush dripped with juices as it peeked out between her thighs, the slit of her pussy framed by her lush legs. She looked over her shoulder at me, her brown hair spilling over her face.

“I know you need it, too,” she moaned. “How much pussy have you gotten since this began, Clancy?”

“None,” I groaned, pressing the tip of my cock into my sister’s cunt. Feeling the incestuous warmth of her juices. Her silky hairs spilled over the tip of my cock. “Shit, Nancy.”

She had just walked in and said, “Want to fuck?” I had thought she was joking, but now…

Now I was too horny after three weeks of quarantine. The only women I’d been around were my mom, my twenty-one-year-old twin sister, and our two younger sisters, Renee and Linda. I was spending all my time rebuilding this old car in the garage, trying not to think about hooking up with girls and how much I wanted their sweet, sweet pussy.

Now here was my twin begging me. It was incest. Wrong. Forbidden. Yet her silky pubic hair and hot cuntlips felt amazing against my dick. I knew she was no virgin, but I never thought she’d be such a horny slut she’d come in here begging for my cock.

“Ram into me, Clancy!” she moaned. “I need it. I fucking need.”

I groaned and thrust into my sister’s snatch.

Her hot, tight, juicy cunt slid over my cock. She gasped, her head tossing back. Her pussy clenched down around my dick as I buried with ease into her depths. My balls smacked into her bush. My jeans rustled around my ankles. I gripped her hips, shuddering at how tight and wet she felt around me.

She wiggled her hips, stirring her cunt around my cock. That naughty twat massaged my dick. Her brown hair rustled down her back. She felt amazing. Her snatch squeezed about me. She held me tight. She loved my cock with her twat.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes!” I groaned, holding her hips and drawing back through her snatch. “Jesus, Nancy.”

“Mmm, Clancy!” she purred as I thrust back into her. “Oh, I need this. Fuck me hard. Dump that cum in me. I want a big load of jizz in me.”

“Holy shit!” I gasped and thrust into my twin sister. I had no idea she was such a whore. “What about…?”

“I’m on the pill!” She clamped down her cunt around my dick, increasing the silky friction. “Now dump that jizz in me, Clancy. I love the feel of cum in me!”

I groaned, thrusting harder into her. The incestuous rush of fucking my twin and jizzing in her swept through me. This was wild. Crazy. Intoxicating. I pumped away at her with hard strokes. I buried into her again and again. Her twat squeezed about my dick. Her pussy felt amazing around my cock. I reveled in the thrill.

I pumped away at her. I buried my dick to the hilt in her cunt again and again. I pounded her hard. The pleasure swelled in my balls. It was incredible to experience. I groaned, the pressure rising and rising, a swelling need to erupt.

I shuddered, thrusting away at her. I fucked her hard and fast. My balls buried into her again and again. I groaned, stirring up her snatch with the ferocity of my strokes. The car’s shocks groaned as it rocked. My crotch smacked my sister’s rump.

“That’s it!” she moaned. “Oh, my god, that’s fucking it. Ram that dick into me, Clancy!” Her moans echoed around the garage. “That’s so hot. That’s so fucking amazing. I love it. Don’t stop. Bury in me. Oh, my god, that’s amazing. Yes!”

Her pussy squeezed around my dick. Her hot cunt held me tight. I gritted my teeth as I plunged to the hilt in her twat. My hands slid up her body, brushing the bottom of the baby doll t-shirt she wore. I loved the feel of her skin while her juicy snatch massaged my cock.

My balls tightened. The pressure in them swelled and swelled. I hurtled towards my orgasm, so ready to dump my load in my sister’s cunt. It had been too long with just my hand. Now I had pussy around my dick.

My twin sister’s pussy. The taboo rush alone made this intoxicating. I groaned, coming closer and closer to erupting. I slammed into her, my nuts smacking into her bush. She groaned and thrust back into me, her pussy massaging the tip of my dick. The ache swelled there.

“Fuck, Nancy!” I groaned.

“I know!” She shuddered. “Ooh, Clancy, I should have known you’d fit in me. Incest is amazing!”

“Uh-huh!” I panted and slammed to the hilt in her again. And again. I plundered her cunt, aching to jizz in her. “Let me feel your pussy go wild about my cock. Goddamn, your twat was made for my dick.”

“We are twins!” she whimpered. “We shared Mom’s womb. Oh, god, that’s good. Just…Just… Fuck, Clancy!”

Her pussy went wild around my dick. That hot, tight, delicious sheath rippled and writhed around my cock. I drew back, her hole sucking at my dick. My balls tightened. The depraved delight of my twin sister’s snatch rushed through my body. I slammed back into her, the pressure bursting at the tip of my dick.

“Fuck, yes!” I howled and came in my twin sister.

I gripped her hips as I dumped my jizz into her snatch. She whimpered, her pussy writhing and convulsing around my dick. Her hot flesh sucked at me. Stars danced before my eyes. I groaned, pumping load after load into my sister.

“Oh, give it to me!” she moaned. “Oh, give me all that wonderful cum. I need it. Flood my pussy!”

“Shit!” I groaned, pumping all the spunk I had into her twat, not caring if I would knock her up. She better be on the pill, but…

The pleasure slammed into my mind. I trembled there as her cunt worked out the last of my jizz. I panted and she groaned. Her head lowered as she gasped for her breath. I shuddered. Savoring the buzzing afterglow of incestuous sex.

It was a rush fucking my sister.

“Oh, that was what I needed,” Nancy moaned. “God, I think I can go another three weeks without going crazy.”

“Uh-huh,” I panted and pulled out of her. I stumbled back, my jeans about my ankles almost tripping me, and leaned against the wooden workbench. The garage felt so stuffy now. “We’re not going to…?”

“Oh, no,” Nancy moaned, my cum already bubbling out. She pulled up her purple panties and covered her rump. Then up came her jean shorts. “This was just me scratching an itch.” She snapped her fastener closed. “Mom should be done with her afternoon delight with dad and the strawberries should be done stewing and ready for making them into jam.”

Our family lived in a large house, and we were all finding ways to be busy and not drive each other insane. Dad was working in his office, discovering how to work from home. My eighteen-year-old sister Linda was hanging out in there with him working on her stories. She wanted to be a writer or something.

Though she would never let anyone in the family read them. Too embarrassed.

Mom was canning and making jams and working on crafts. She had her own workroom on the first floor. Nancy had always been into crafts. The pair of them had been making things since she was a kid. Making decorations, baking, canning. Nancy was as good a cook as our mother.

Renee, our nineteen-year-old sister, liked to spend her time on her phone on social media while sunbathing. She had gotten one hell of a tan over the last three weeks. She was out by the pool right now sunning herself.

“I can’t believe we did this,” I muttered as I drew up my boxers.

“Mmm, it was fun,” Nancy said. She headed for the door that led to the kitchen. “You should totally boink Renee. She wants you.”

“What?” I asked.

“Renee. She’s got a big crush on you.” Nancy paused at the door. “Mmm, imagine getting your dick in her. You two could be having a lot of fun. No reason you have to go stir crazy for pussy for the next month. I just needed a little itch scratch. Don’t expect me to be back any time soon. But Renee…”

Then she slipped through the door and closed it.

“Damn,” I muttered.

I stewed over that for a long time, shocked by it. Renee had a crush on me?

I found myself drifting to the back door of the garage. I opened it and spotted my younger sister lying on the chaise lounge, sunglasses on, her oiled, tan body gleaming. She wore a small, red bikini, her legs long and lithe. She had sandy-blonde hair, the closest to Mom in coloring. Dad had black hair, which Linda had inherited. Nancy and I were in between them with our brown. Renee’s round breasts looked delicious in her bikini, and her stomach flat and toned. She did exercises every morning, wanting to stay limber.

I slowly moved to her.

She turned her head at my approach. “Hey, Clancy. Bored working on that car.”

I shrugged. “Bored lying here.”

“Mmm, it’s relaxing.”

Did she really have a crush on me? She didn’t seem so. Was Nancy messing with me? She liked to do that. I could almost believe she had sex with me just to trick me into making a pass at Renee and embarrassing myself.

Almost.

“You look flushed,” she said. “Working hard in there?”

“Uh, yeah,” I said, staring at her body. God, she was sexy. How had I never really noticed before just how hot my sister was? Nancy’s words echoed through my mind. Could Renee and I have something? It wasn’t like I could just whip out my cock and say, “Want to fuck?”

Guys didn’t get away with that with girls. They weren’t wired the same.

Renee started playing with her phone. Not sure what to say, I drifted back to the garage to try to work on the car. But I couldn’t focus on anything. My mind was full of the wildest ideas imaginable. They consumed me.

Fuck.

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Three days later, Renee still filled my mind. Linda had finally re-emerged from her self-quarantine in her room—the stress of this damned disease had gotten to her. She seemed happier than I had ever seen her, bouncing about the house before she vanished upstairs with Dad to work in his office. Mom and Nancy then disappeared to work on crafts in the workshop.

Leaving Renee to go sunbathe and me to think about my nineteen-year-old sister’s nubile body.