My parents split when I was a child. The divorce was wickedly acrimonious and I ended up moving away with my father. Since he’d been fucking around on momma, she became the victim and got the house, alimony and my sister who is four years younger than me. Somehow, I ended up living with my father. My sister and I were too young to understand the grounds for the split; we just know it hurt like hell not to be a family any more. Dad and I moved back to his hometown to be near his family, 300 miles from mom and Sis. For the first couple of years my sister and I got to visit the missing parent and sibling, moving back and forth the between our two homes. After the 5th year dad quit paying alimony and the visits stopped completely. I hadn’t seen my female family in a decade.

I was twenty-five, working on a small work boat and living the life of a bored, lonely, single man. I’d had girlfriends since I was sixteen and wasn’t a stranger to the wiles and pleasures of the female of our species, but lately I lived alone and unloved. I didn’t really mind. I’d dated almost every girl of my generation in the small town but not a one of them could keep my interest. My father was still chasing every piece of ass he could shove his dick into and I know for sure he and I have fucked some of the same women. While I was still living with him more than one of adventurous ones sneaked into my bed after he went to sleep.

My best friend Alan had gone off and gotten his girlfriend pregnant and married her. They were head over heels in love and couldn’t understand why I couldn’t find a permanent love interest. If I were to open up to some fucking shrink, I would learn that my parent’s bitter split and my dad’s vast harem of sluts had subconsciously ruined my chances for a long-term mate.

Alan got a decent job in Seattle and moved out of our small burg with the very pregnant Carol. I was left with my shadow to keep me company which suited me well for a while, but then the lure of the big city and my friend’s constant pressure finally got me to move my ass from small town America to Seattle. It didn’t take me long to find a good job on the water, an apartment, and to fit into the socially corrupt side of town.

Carol was going to college part time and being a mom the rest of the time. She and Alan settled into a nice family life while I hung in the peripherals, just outside their intimate circle. A few months after I moved to the city, I was having a beer with Alan and we started talking about my life in the seamy bars and locals. He knew I never had a permanent girlfriend wondered out loud if I liked fucking the dregs of society, the girls that would get drunk or high and screw anybody, man or woman, just to show off their newest tattoo or piercing. I told him my balls were happy and I didn’t need an emotional relationship. He scoffed, “Everybody needs an emotional relationship.”

Carol decided that some of her friends from school would make good matches for me and tried setting me up with blind dates. She insisted that these girls were nice and wholesome, intelligent, pretty and worth dating. At first, I refused to get involved with her picks for me but eventually I let her arrange for me to meet some Seattle University coeds.

I met three of Carol’s friends in the next few weeks and I have to say each of them were women any man would like to have hanging on his arm. I hit it off well with them but none got me emotionally excited. I managed to get one to bed and she was no different than the women I’d been screwing for the last nine years. She was nice, pretty, didn’t have any tattoos, but was still just another warm wet pussy to fill with cum. Carol gave up on me and let me go back to my own kind. Hard, loose and uninhibited.

It was at the Halloween party that it all turned around.

Alan and Carol threw a costume party for Halloween. It was a big affair with his friends from work and several of Carol’s classmates. There must have been thirty creatures there, from werewolves to fairies with a few zombies and witches thrown in for flavor. I found a costume of Davy Jones from Pirates of the Caribbean that had a full head mask with hair made of octopus arms. I was standing by the wet bar waiting for a chance to pour myself a shot of bourbon when Medusa bumped into me. I looked down on the girl and said “You’re excused.”

She darted her eyes to mine and retorted, “Excused for what? That sorry assed fucker over there just pushed me into you, make him apologize, I’m sure as hell not going to.”

I was immediately attracted; I love it when a girl talks dirty. Hazel eyes sparkled under layers of dark eyeliner, her face was made up with hues of browns and blues to match the gloomy cast of the head covered with snakes. I couldn’t tell what she looked like as a normal person but under the body hugging snake skin costume and the makeup, I sensed a very attractive girl, even if she was only about 5’3.

I hit on her, “Name is Mike, you want something to drink?”

She came right back, “Monica, yeah, make it a double.”

I took her glass and poured a double plus into it and handed it back. She wrapped her fingers around it, blew me a silent kiss then melted back into the crowd. I sloshed some whiskey into my glass and followed her.

She was talking to Carol when I found her again. Carol turned to say “Mike, this is Monica.”

“I know, we just met over cocktails” I answered.

Carol looked at me slightly puzzled but Monica spoke up, “At the bar, the stupid dick thinks I own him an apology.”

I smiled at her and continued the banter, “I’ll get an apology, you’ll be begging for forgiveness before I let you off the hook.”

Carol looked from me to Monica, “Do you two know each other?”

Monica took a sip from her glass, moved her eyes to mine, “Not yet, but I think we’ll be good friends soon.”

The Greeks say that one glance into Medusa’s eyes will turn a man to stone. It worked for me. Her words and the depth of her eyes turned my cock to stone in three heartbeats. My nuts pulled up and dumped a large dose of lust into my bloodstream. As our eyes locked, a perceptible current of understanding passed between us, we both felt it, we both understood it, we both knew how the night was going to end.

“Are you with anyone?” I wanted to know.

“No, I came alone.” By then Carol was forgotten so she blended into the crowd leaving me and my new date to ourselves.

“Good, sometimes it gets awkward trying to steal some guy’s girlfriend.”

“With as many arms as you have it shouldn’t be too hard to latch onto someone while holding off the competition.” It took me a second to realize she was talking about my head gear with the octopus arms.

We talked and mingled for a couple more hours. The entire time a small bell was ringing in the back of my head, this girl was familiar, I had the vague feeling we’d met before. Gradually the party was winding down, monsters and fairies were withdrawing into the night. As Monica and I tested the various brands of liquor, we got closer, more intimate. Finally, it was time to say goodnight. Her car was outside, so was mine but we’d been drinking so we agreed to call for a Lyft.

When it was time to leave, we said our goodbyes then climbed into the car. When the driver asked “Where to?” Medusa looked at me, the message was clear. I gave him my address then put my arm around her and pulled her in for our first kiss. Snakes and tentacles tangled and knotted as we necked. Her mouth was hot and soft, her tongue launched a sweet invasion. She caressed my thighs with her leg as my hands explored. By the time the car pulled up to my apartment, Monica and I were boldly groping each other, giving the poor driver one hell of a show.

I didn’t bother turning on any lights. As soon as the door clicked shut, she threw her arms around me, lifted her legs around my waist and locked her lips on mine again, I walked to my bedroom with her clinging like a burr. She bit my neck then nuzzled my ear before she lowered her legs to the floor and we began to pull off our costumes. I struggled to get my pirate pants over and off my hard-standing erection as I watched her molt from the snake skin. When she bent down to pull the tight material off her legs, she was close enough to me to stroke her hand up my leg when she stood. Monica’s eyes were locked on mine when she captured my hard cock and squeezed it while smiling up at me. My balls shivered with anticipation and need as she caressed two fingers across my ball sack. In moments we were bonded by our arms again. My erection was spewing lubrication on her stomach as her tits scorched my chest. Monica reached up and pulled my mask off and dropped it to the floor. I grabbed her snake head hair, tossed it aside then fell back onto my bed pulling my nude, overheated Halloween Treat with me.

She laid full length on me; my erection was lodged between her thighs caressing the hot tender lips of her sex. I still couldn’t see her face clearly because of the makeup in the dark room, but her body was magnificent. I smoothed my hands over her back to the round curve of her ass and flexed my hips. She rose up slightly, reached between us and held my cock then put it where we both wanted it. We were both saturated with slick fluids so I easily penetrated Monica until my balls stopped me. She put her lips over mine and we started fucking.

I spend a lot of energy on introductory fucks, and long ago I learned how to keep from blowing my nuts too soon the first time I screw a woman. I was going to enjoy this fresh young piece and I knew how to make sure she enjoyed me. Monica and I tumbled and wrestled all over my bed, taking and giving, lusting and fucking, she was getting hotter and more feral as we pummeled each other.

I was beginning to think she was insatiable when her entire being began to vibrate. She was bucking with a series of orgasmic detonations, each one growing in strength as I drove my hardened shaft into her repeatedly. Monica struggled for a deep breath then exhaled it as a long string of vowels as her cunt began to gush hot juices around my cock. She was convulsing against me, grinding her sex against mine, urging me to climax with her as she wailed softly into my ear. Cum tore loose from my balls and surged into the depths of her body as we both thrilled to the erotic seizures of orgasmic spasms.

We fell apart drenched with sweat and fulfillment. Neither of us spoke, we didn’t need to, I had just experienced the best sex I’d ever had on a first date. The room was still spinning around my head when Monica rolled to her side and rasped softly, “My god, what did we just do?”

I was too spent to even kiss her, “You just ripped my balls off, when do I get them back?”

I saw her teeth luminescent behind the smile in the dim light, “After I recover.” She shut her eyes and slipped into sleep while I watched.

I didn’t follow her to dreamland. I moved away from her so I could look at her clearly. She was lying on her back, one arm resting at an angle over her head, her left leg bent at the knee. I had a full view of her from toes to hair. I couldn’t tell what color her hair was, maybe dark brown or black. We had smeared her makeup in our passion but her face was still painted as Medusa so I could only imagine what she looked like but I could tell she was pretty. She had only a single tattoo, a tastefully done dragonfly resting on her left hip. As I watched her sleep, I got another flash of déjà vu, that I’d met her before, that we had crossed paths at some time in our lives. She looked familiar but I wasn’t sure why. I knew I’d never fucked her before, a girl that hot I wouldn’t have forgotten. The only connection I could think of was that she was a friend of Carol’s.

I fell into a restless sleep; restless because I didn’t want to wake up to find out I’d been only dreaming about this girl. I would open my eyes and look for her and when I saw the back of Monica’s head on the pillow, I would slip back into slumber, reassured that she was real. The third time I woke, she was lying at my side with her head on my shoulder, my arm wrapped over her back, my hand resting on the swell of her hip. I twisted my head so I could see her face in the dim light and as I was watching her, wondering where I’d seen her before, my cock began to revive. When it was standing full, I pushed her over until her back was to me, lifted Monica’s leg then probed between her thighs, I pushed into her until my groin was caressing her ass. My early morning assault must have felt good because she reacted to the erection sliding into her by murmuring her sub-conscience approval. I rocked my ass, screwing the tight young cunt until my balls relented. I groaned out the contractions while she twitched her hips, accepting me even as she slept. The last thought I had before I drifted to sleep again was that I hoped she would still be in my bed when I woke. For the first time in my life I cared enough about a girl I had just fucked to look forward to seeing her in the morning.

I woke up in an empty bed. Daylight crashed through the window assailing my eyes as I looked for Monica. I heard the splashing of water and the sound of an Adele song so I knew she was in the shower. I forced myself up and crept in to pee while she was distracted. She was behind the shower curtain and didn’t see me standing at the toilet so I managed to empty my bladder without notice. I inspected myself carefully and noticed that my pubic hair was matted and clumped, a sure sign that I had mousse de amour smeared into it. That’s when I realized that I had cum in Monica twice without care, that she and I were so fucking involved in sex that we didn’t consider the consequences. To my knowledge I’d never knocked a woman up but as I stood fingering my cock, I felt a shiver of dread that I took chances with this girl, I hoped she was using some form of protection. That was a new sensation for me too, why would I feel that, why did I care? I pulled a towel from a shelf and wiped the greasepaint from my face, making myself a bit more human before she saw me again.

My cock was elevating when I stepped to the shower and pulled the plastic curtain aside. Monica was turned away from me so I reached for her and wrapped my arms around her body and pulled her close, putting my lips on the base of her neck. She pressed her butt against me and rubbed it invitingly on my groin then turned around for a kiss. Our lips met; our tongues entwined as we caressed each other in a full body hug.

Monica broke the kiss and leaned her head back to look up at me. Her face was clean and I could see her clearly. In an instant I knew why she had been so familiar to me the night before. Her eyes went wide, she paled and gasped as her knees gave out. I grabbed her before she fell and propped her against the wall of the shower, not believing what I saw. Who I saw. We stood with water cascading off our nudity staring at each other, both speechless. I didn’t put it together the night before; the feeling I knew her, the familiarity, the name.

I was standing naked in the shower with my own sister. It had been eleven years but I recognized her, and she knew me. My erection shriveled to a nub in seconds as my mind cowered in shock. She cried out, “Mike? You’re my brother Mike!” She repeated my name, “Mike!? What the hell have we done!?”

I backed away, out of the shower, found a towel and handed it to her as she turned off the water. She looked at me again, still colorless in the face, her voice carried a hint of hysteria, “How could this happen? I haven’t seen you since we were kids but we should have known. What the hell are we going to do?”

She wrapped the towel around her body and tucked it together over her breasts, her eyes stricken with panic, “Goddamn! I can’t believe I fucked my own brother!”

I put a towel around my waist and interrupted her outburst, “Monica! Monica, Stop!”

She focused distressed eyes on me, “What?”

“Don’t worry about last night. It happened; we didn’t know. We didn’t get hurt.” I paused, “What I can’t believe is that it’s you after all this time. God, Monica, I’ve missed you for so long. What are you doing in Seattle? How long have you been here? Why didn’t you let me know?”

My sister was calming down, her panic subsiding, “I didn’t know where you were, mom never talks about you or dad, it was like you never existed but I missed you too Mike, terribly.” We were standing face to face, she put her arms around my neck and held me close to her. “I missed you every day; you’re my brother and I never forgot you” she sobbed and hugged me tighter, “I don’t believe this, is it really you?” Then the tears started.

She didn’t have any clothes other than the snake skin so I gave her a t-shirt, a pair of my boxers and sweats to put on. She looked lost in the oversized clothes but it didn’t matter to either of us. We sat in my kitchen and downed a gallon of coffee as we relived the missing years; we quickly forgot the trauma of screwing each other.

She’d moved to Seattle 18 months earlier and was working at Macy*s as a makeup artist for their fashion models. She did part time modeling too, for petite clothing. She attended night classes at the college where she met Carol. I filled her in on my upbringing and how I got to Seattle, she thought it sweet that I was the godfather for Alan and Carol’s baby.

My stomach began talking to me so we ordered pizza and washed it down with a couple of Buds. Toward evening she said she needed to go to her place and change clothes, she invited me along. We took another Lyft and picked up our cars then I followed her to her townhouse.

I spent three more hours with Monica then returned to my home, my head full of my sister. I was thrilled to find her again and that we hit it off so well after so long. I’m positive the bed bouncing we did the night before helped break the ice even though we carefully avoided mentioning that little adventure. I didn’t get a lot of sleep that night, reveling in the elation of having found Monica again. The next day I picked up my sister and we spent several hours hitting some of our favorite places in the city. I was mildly surprised and greatly pleased that she and I had similar likes and dislikes. We acted like young lovers half the time, holding hands, laughing and talking, learning more and more about each other. After so long apart we had a lot to learn, and we were eager to share and enjoy the others company.

We ended up at Alan and Carol’s. Carol was delighted to see me with her friend. When we explained that we were long lost siblings just reunited, Alan looked at me with a question in his eyes. I knew what he was asking so I lied, the words rolled glibly off my tongue, “Luckily we figured it out before we jumped to bed.”

Wine was served and sipped for an hour then we had to leave. The next day was Monday and we had jobs so Monica and I left for her place. When I dropped her off, I got out of the car and walked her to the door. She turned to me, “This was a fantastic day Mike, I’m so glad your back in my life.” As I hugged her goodnight, she sighed deeply which pressed her breasts tight against my chest. Completely unbidden, my hands slid down her back until I cradled her ass and pulled her even tighter. I was getting aroused.

Monica pulled back from me pursed her lips and grazed mine lightly, “I can’t believe I have my brother back; I love you.” She eased away through her door, I watched her as it closed.

I drove about three blocks then my lust overcame my common sense. I did a u-turn and sped back to my sister’s place. She opened the door after just one ring of the bell, she was wearing only bra and panties. I wanted to say something, anything, but I could only stare at the vision that greeted me. She welcomed and invited me with a sensuous smile and a coy flash of her eyes. She opened the door wider, held out her hand, took my fingers in hers and wordlessly led me to the bedroom.

My sister and I almost wrecked her bed in a frenzy of desire and need for each other. We spent the night exploring, massaging, caressing and loving. What we did, what we felt, what we needed, transcended the fact that we are brother and sister. It didn’t matter to us. In one night, I learned how to make love to a woman, not just fuck her. For the first time in my life I felt emotionally fulfilled after a long night of intense, passionate sex. After a shower together that morning we both called in to take the day off then continued to strengthen the bond between us.

We don’t know where this will lead, we don’t know how long this new-found intimacy will last, but for now, Monica and I are lovers, we grew up apart and we don’t want to lose each other again.

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