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The Flight to Paradise
by SpectreOfHell
The airplane was definitely in trouble. Even the flight attendants were buckled in six ways from Sunday, and everyone was grasping at the person next to them, certain that the plan would plunge out of the sky at any moment. And all Lyle could think was, ‘I should have expected this.’
Beside him, his twelve year old s****r Lacy was white as a sheet, which was saying something since she was normally dark hued like their mother had been. She had her eyes closed, her hands clutching the seat, but even in terror the sight of her brough a smile to Lyle’s lips. Their parents had destroyed everything around them, including themselves, but Lyle had made sure his s****r came through it all uns**thed. He almost laughed at the irony.
‘It’s going to be okay,’ he said, patting her hand. She grasped him tightly and squeezed, opening her eyes to stare at him. He gave her his best smile.
‘I can’t believe you,’ she said with a shake of her head. ‘Even now…you’re trying to protect me, aren’t you?’
‘That’s what big b*****rs are for,’ he said. He only wished he was a year older, because he had to be eighteen to be able to be her legal guardian. If his birthday had come sooner, they wouldn’t be on that damned plane headed for their aunt’s house in Oregon.
‘I don’t want to die,’ Lacy said, squeezing his hand even harder.
‘You won’t,’ he said. But they both knew it was out of his hands. She turned to stare out the window, at the storm the plan was struggling through. Lyle didn’t know what to look at. The other passengers depressed him, and the storm was just a seething mass of blackness lit every so often by the flash of lightning. He chose instead to look at his s****r.
She was being very brave. In spite of it all, she wasn’t whimpering like so many others. The temperature in the cabin had fallen for some reason, and he liked to think it was the chill that made her shiver, not fear. It had been so warm when they’d boarded the plane in Atlanta. He’d thought nothing of her opting to wear her skirt and flip flops. It was a short skirt, too, leaving her coltish legs bare to well above her knees. The way she was sitting had pushed the skirt even higher and Lyle could see his s****r’s legs all the way to mid-thigh. She had a very nice pair of legs for a twelve year old. She kept herself neatly groomed and had recently started shaving her legs. He could tell by the way the light sheened off them.
He jerked his attention away with a start. Was he really just ogling his own s****r? His shame left a bitter taste in his mouth. Then again…
They were probably going to die anyway, so what was the harm in admiring his s****r? He was no pervert, after all. Not like the friends of their parents he had fended off for years. They would have loved taking sweet little Lacy and fucking her silly, turning her into nothing more than a slut like their mother. But Lyle had protected her, even though it meant getting beatings from time to time. He hadn’t let anyone touch her. The very idea of someone putting their hands on her, touching her most intimate places, doing things to her with their tongues and cocks and…
He shivered. He had an erection. He looked back at Lacy who had closed her eyes again. She was so beautiful, he thought. She was worth saving, at any price. Even without makeup she had a glow about her. Mediterranean ancestry came out in her skin which always looked richly tanned, and he could see she was starting to develop what might have become a nice pair of breasts. He could see the outline of them under the blouse she wore, like little lemons. He realized suddenly that she was looking at him. Heat flushed his face when he looked into her eyes, and he turned away.
She said nothing at first. But then, as she leaned closer, she said, ‘It’s okay, Lyle.’
‘No, it’s not,’ he said tersely.
‘Yes,’ she insisted, ‘it is. You’re my big b*****r. You can look at me all you want.’
‘Hush,’ he said to her. ‘You don’t understand what you’re saying.’ She was silent so he risked looking at her. She met his gaze steadily and he could see her eyes were brimming with tears. Automatically he reached for her, cupping her cheek in one hand and using his thumb to caress her soft skin. She nuzzled her face into the palm of his hand and kissed it.
‘I know what I’m saying,’ she said. ‘Lyle, you know I’m a virgin, right?’
His blush deepened. ‘I didn’t know,’ he lied. ‘Besides, it’s none of my business.’
‘I’m glad you made it your business,’ she said, smiling for the first time since the ordeal had begun. ‘You’ve always been there for me. Always been the one I looked up to. I love you, Lyle.’
‘I love you too, s*s,’ he said. His heart hammered in his chest. It always felt so good to say those words to her and to hear them said back.
‘I don’t want to die a virgin,’ she said.
All the other sounds of the plane faded away. He stared at her. ‘You’re not going to die,’ he said.
The plane lurched sharply as if calling him a liar. She grabbed him reflexively, gasping. His hand brushed her chest in passing, and he was acutely aware of the soft curve of her hidden breasts. ‘Please,’ she said, trembling. ‘I don’t want to die like this.’
He almost told her again that she wasn’t going to die, but the strength had gone out of him. ‘What can I do?’ he heard himself say.
She clung to him, unspeaking, for a long minute. Her voice, when it came, even though her lips were so close to his ear, were almost too faint to be heard. ‘Make love to me,’ she whispered.
He wasn’t sure who was trembling more at that point, him or her. ‘I can’t,’ he croaked. ‘You’re my s****r.’
‘And you’re my b*****r,’ she whispered, her breath tickling his ear. ‘There’s no one on earth I love more than you, Lyle. Please…I need this.’
A wealth of supressed emotions flooded through Lyle. His s****r, his sweet, beautiful, innocent s****r…he had saved her from the predations of perverts and sacrificed his own personal life to do it. But he hadn’t minded. He loved her. He loved her more than anyone. He would rather spend time with her than do anything else, and he couldn’t deny the truth anymore. The weight of it smothered the trembling in his body. Yes, he wanted this. Wanted it with all his soul.
‘Are you sure?’ he asked.
A smile spread over her face. She knew him well enough to know that he was capitulating. She glanced to left and right, leaned to look beyond him, and sure that there were no witnesses she leaned closer to him and pressed her lips to his. Her soft, tender lips. His nostrils filled with the heady aroma of her body and fire raced from his lips to ignite his passion. Groaning, he pulled her closer, holding her roughly, ardently, kissing her like he’d never kissed another girl in his life. His s****r, his sweet innocent twelve year old s****r. She groaned too, her small hands clutching fistfuls of his shirt as she clung to him. The kiss ended and he gasped for breath. Lacy watched him, smiling wickedly, all trace of her fear gone.
‘How?’ was all he could manage to get out.
‘The bathroom,’ she said promptly. He understood instantly. It was a joke they’d heard, about the ‘mile high club.’ Neither, at the time, could have imagined that they would become members, let alone with each other. Lyle leaned into the aisle to see if they could make it. If anyone would try to stop them. Other people were up and stumbling about, coming and going to the bathroom to empty their stomachs. It wouldn’t be suspicious.
‘You go first,’ he told her. ‘I’ll follow in a minute. Okay?’
‘Okay,’ she said, excited. She unbuckled and squeezed between his legs and the seat in front of them. ‘I can’t believe we’re really gonna do this,’ she said.
He couldn’t either, but he didn’t have it in him to say so. He helped her pass by him, his hands on her narrow waist. She was so small, so young, so trusting. He almost felt like a monster for wanting to make love to her. But when she smiled at him, when she looked into his eyes, nothing else mattered but the love he felt for her. He watched her stumble down the aisle to the bathrooms at the rear of the plane. He stared at his watch, counting down.
At exactly one minute, he said to the air, ‘I wonder what’s taking her so long. I better go check.’ No one paid him any attention, of course. The plane lurched again and the lights flickered. But Lyle didn’t feel an ounce of fear for his life as he stumbled down the aisle. The terror he felt was deeper, more profound, and it sharpened as he tapped on the door he’d seen Lacy enter. When it opened, and he saw her, Lyle felt something break inside him. Whatever barrier he’d held in check was gone. She smiled at him. She opened her arms in welcome, and he fell happily into them.
It was a tight fit inside the bathroom. It was meant for only one person, and he was grateful that Lacy was so petite. After a little struggle, he lifted her onto the little sink and stood between her legs. She was panting, so was he. She ran her hands over his chest slowly as he held her.
‘Kiss me,’ she whispered. Groaning, he obeyed. She gasped sharply as he pulled her roughly against his chest and pressed his lips to hers. Her mouth was open already and their tongues met in a furious battle. She tasted like cola and bubblegum, and he wanted to devour her. Where had she learned to kiss like this, he wondered? Then again, he didn’t really care. She pushed a hand between them so that she could touch the bulge in his pants. He jumped but she held him tight, putting her legs partway around him and digging her heels into his butt.
‘Oh god, Lacy,’ he moaned as she released his lips at last.
‘I didn’t think you’d be so big,’ she said, giving his bulge a squeeze. ‘Take it out of your pants, Lyle.’
Lyle backed up as well as he could, Lacy relaxing her legs to let him. Her eyes glued themselves to his crotch as he reached down and lowered his zipper. Then he decided to just go for it and unbuckled his pants. Gravity took them down his legs, but there wasn’t enough room for him to push his briefs down. ‘Help,’ he said to his s****r.
She giggled as she grabbed his underwear and pushed them down. His hard cock sprang free between them. She left his briefs just below his balls and wrapped one hand around his shaft. Her touch made him moan. He wasn’t as big as she thought he was, he knew that. She was only twelve and had no experience with cocks. By measure, he was just over six inches, but he’d had other girlfriends tell him he was thicker than most. All he knew was that his cock seemed to fit perfectly into his s****r’s hand.
The plane lurched violently and Lacy grabbed him, sobbing. The light went out. ‘Lyle!’ she gasped.
‘It’s okay, Lacy,’ he said, holding her tightly. ‘I’ve got you.’
‘Don’t let me go,’ she sobbed.
‘I won’t,’ he said. ‘I’ll never let you go, Lacy.’
The light came back on. Slowly, she let go of him. The moment of panic had made his cock start to wilt, and he was about to tell Lacy this wasn’t such a good idea after all when her hand wrapped around his cock again. ‘Help me get my panties off,’ she said quietly, staring at the cock in her hand.
‘Lacy, are you sure?’ he asked.
A tear rolled over her cheek. He pulled her into his embrace, wanting to comfort her. She clutched at him, but into his ear she whispered, ‘Please, Lyle. Please. Fuck me.’
Hearing that word from his s****r’s innocent mouth sent shockwaves through him. His cock surged. Eagerly now, he pushed up her skirt and reached under it. She rocked side to side as he wiggled her panties over each cheek of her little ass. The problem came when he tried to get them lower. Her legs were spread and he couldn’t get them down.
Lyle was consumed by desire at that point. He had to have her. Had to have this luscious object of fantasies so secret even he hadn’t known he had them. ‘Lacy,’ he said, speaking her name as though it were the key to paradise.
She looked up, into his eyes. ‘Lyle,’ she whispered. The plane shook, a vibration ran through it like a broken church organ, but they didn’t hear it. They had become a world unto themselves, and they kept their eyes locked together as he put his hands under her knees to lift her legs. She wiggled her feet, dropping her flip flops off them. He lifted her slender legs until they were straight up, and he leaned into her.
His cock raked over her pussy. They both gasped when that happened. Lyle put his s****r’s feet on his chest so he could let go of her legs, and he reached down to grasp his cock. He guided it to her opening, nudging it between her labia. He could feel pubic hair down there, but not much of it. He pushed and she looked pained. His cock wouldn’t go in. Then her hands reached between her own legs, and her fingers spread her labia apart for him. He felt hot wetness against the end of his cock then and knew his s****r was aroused. She was aroused by him, her own b*****r. He rubbed his cock through that wetness, baptising his cock with the fluids of her love for him, rubbing it over her engorged clit so that she moaned deeply. Then he put the tip of his cock into her and pushed again.
This time, he entered her. She was a virgin, she had said so and he believed it, but she felt no pain at all as he entered her. He felt her tightness around him, felt a momentary resistance which melted away, and she was a virgin no more. It was difficult to get his cock into her, he was so thick and she so narrow. He moved back and forth, watching waves of pleasure cross her beautiful face, knowing he was the cause of it. His cock dipped deeper and deeper into her body, making a wet squelching noise in her juices. The smell of it came to his nostrils, the full musk of a grown woman’s desire emanating from a twelve year old pussy. Her age no longer mattered, nor did the fact that they were b*****r and s****r.
Lyle moved closer to her, as close as he could, and reached down to slip his hands under her so that he could grip her ass. They kissed again, her grunting because he was folding her together between them. He eased back and saw that her eyes were becoming glassy. ‘It’s really inside me, isn’t it?’ she asked.
‘Yes,’ he groaned. ‘I’m fucking you Lacy. You’re not a virgin anymore.’
‘No, I’m not,’ she panted. ‘I’m…oh! I’m…I’m…I’m yours Lyle. All yours. Forever and ever and I belong to you and I love you so much and…’ Her words trailed into a nearly silent scream. He had half his cock in her and she was cumming. He was making his little s****r cum. He held onto her as she rode it out going limp after half a minute. Her eyes opened wide and she smiled broadly.
He smiled back at her and pushed his hips forward. The orgasm had loosened her muscles, relaxed the channel of her pussy, and his cock sank into her to the balls. She tensed as she felt his crotch come flush with hers. He could see her pretty toes curling and uncurling. Slowly, he withdrew, eliciting another gasp from her, until only an inch or so remained inside her hot passage. Then he slid back in, moving slowly, filling her to the brim with his cock. That was the pace he set, slow movement back and forth, savoring every sweet second of the first time he made love to his s****r. He knew it wouldn’t be the last, not if they survived this trip. He could tell she felt the same by the look in her eyes.
‘I love you, Lacy,’ he moaned, moving just a little faster.
‘I love you so much, Lyle,’ she moaned back at him.
‘Little s****r,’ he panted.
‘Big b*****r!’ she gasped.
His orgasm ripped through him. It built at the base of his spine and sent waves of hot sparks into his brain, down every nerve of his body, blinding him with its intensity. She felt his cock swelling inside her and instinctively knew what it meant. ‘Don’t pull out!’ she said to him, clutching him.
‘I have to,’ he said. ‘You might get pregnant…’
‘I don’t care!’ she said, almost shouting. ‘I want my first time to be complete. Fuck me, Lyle. Fuck me and cum in my pussy!’
That did it for him. He drove into her hard, feeling her cervix at the end of his prick, and emptied himself into her. He hadn’t masturbated in awhile so he had a lot to give her. Pulse after pulse of sperm jetted into his twelve year old siste’s unprotected womb. Feeling her b*****r’s hot spunk filling her triggered another orgasm and she almost passed out. They finally sagged, both of them spent, sated. They didn’t notice at first that the plane was no longer vibrating.
Slowly, they came back to themselves. He was softening and he eased out of her gently. A flood of white sperm oozed out of her pussy. She laughed about it. He helped her back into her panties, she managed to help him get his pants up. Paper towels were all they had for cleaning up, but it was enough. They shared a last kiss, tender and lingering, before he left the bathroom and made his way back to his seat. A few people looked up, their faces still ashen with fear, but not many. They made it back to their seats and had just buckled up when the pilot came over the intercom.
‘Ladies and Gentlemen, it looks like the worst is behind us,’ he said to loud cheers from the passengers. ‘We’ll be landing in about ten minutes. Sorry for the rough flight.’
Everyone was celebrating. Lyle looked into his s****r’s eyes and felt warmed by the brightness of her smile. ‘See?’ he said. ‘You didn’t die.’
‘No,’ she agreed, ‘but I feel like I’m really alive for the first time.’
He had to agree. He wasn’t sure what the future would hold for them, but he didn’t regret what they had done. And he knew in his heart that it wouldn’t be the last time he and his little s****r made love. They had alot to look forward to, a lifetime of exploration, of companionship, and love. The plane glided down out of the sky, but their hearts soared.
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