Grains of SandChapter 3
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Yakhir drank far too much the night before, and was trying to hide from the bright sunshine that had already heated up the air in his room. Today was his last day of freedom, and his lazing in bed wrenched his conscience that he was spending the first part of it nursing a hangover. He didn't remember drinking that much, but what he had slurped down must have been pretty potent.
As he catalogued his body parts and their protests of pain, Yakhir realized that he was naked under the sheet. He cranked open an eyelid and peered at the floor to take an accounting of his clothes. None were there. A feeling of non-specific dread crept into his thoughts as he feared there was a story from last night with him in a starring, but embarrassing role. Yakhir was a private person in many ways, and not one to discuss his sexual adventures with his peers, unlike most of his friends.
He heard the sounds of footsteps in the hall that made their way to the bathroom, but he didn't move a muscle. The footsteps returned to the hallway and came to a stop before his door. A soft rap let him know that it was his sister; only she refused to pound on the plaswood like the rest of the family. The door opened quietly and confirmed his educated guess.
"So, the great swinging cock is finally awake," she announced with a certain malicious glee, as she peered into his one eye.
"Where are my clothes?" Yakhir croaked, "How did I get to bed?"
"Most of your clothes are inside the front door but I may have dropped one of your socks," Janina replied. "As for who put you to bed, who else would drag your sorry carcass off of the street and carry it home?"
"You?" he squeaked.
"And may I say that my brother has grown into a big man, and I do mean a 'big' man," she prodded, making double quotes with her fingers.
"O Chaos, how much further down the path of humiliation will you take me?" he shuddered and then suddenly bolted upright as his bladder proclaimed an emergency. Without sheet or wrap, Yakhir fled to the toilet and let loose a long stream of strong smelling piss. He cursorily washed his hands and went back to sit on his bed. His head ached at both temples and he rested his forehead in his palms.
Janina knelt before him and massaged both temples with her index fingers for a few moments. Then she encircled the base of his neck with both hands and jabbed her fingers into the pressure points at the bottom of his skull. The pain in his temples subsided.
"Thanks" he murmured with sincerity.
The hands released his skull and came back around to his front, only to grasp his dangling cock.
"Janina! Mom?" Yakhir collapsed two sentences into mere words.
"Relax, Mom spent the night at auntie's house. Where did you get this monster between your legs? No wonder Davni couldn't move last night."
"Davni? I fucked Davni last night? I really must have been blinding drunk," Yakhir lamented.
"What is the matter with Davni? She's cute with a nice figure even if her breasts are a little small," his sister asked, as she continued to massage his awaking cock.
"She's dumber than a doorpost: that's what the matter is," Yakhir snorted. "I had to be drunk out of my skull to sink my cock into her."
Yakhir stopped his thoughts for a second and realized his sister was still stimulating his cock into a full blown erection despite his protest. "Why are you doing that?" He asked haltingly.
"Why not?"
"You're my sister and the last I knew, brothers and sisters don't play with each other's genitals," Yakhir tried to explain.
"Some of them do and we are this morning. I got cheated out of a good fuck last night if you must pry. The dumb bastard drank too much and ended up dazed, confused, and limp," Janina explained. "I need a fuck now, and you, dear brother, owe me for getting your sorry ass home before Dumb Cunt could claim you."
"So you knew she was an idiot," Yakhir accused his sister.
"I know many things, O naïve brother who spends too much time with his nose in data sheets. Right now, I KNOW you owe me one decent fuck with your big cock," Janina demanded.
She pushed his shoulder back and he fell back onto the bed, almost banging his head against the wall. Janina whisked her sleeping shift over her head and clambered atop his prone body.
"Hold your cock straight up for me," she ordered and Yakhir silently complied. Janina positioned her hips and slowly sank down upon his erection, spearing her pussy with his purple tinged crown.
"Ah," they both moaned as she sank down further onto his cock. She wiggled and flexed her hips as she adjusted her position to accommodate the large cock forcing its way towards her womb.
"Damn, I've never had one this big," she exclaimed with rising excitement. She took in the last centimeters and let out a sigh of contentment as she rested on his hips.
"Aren't you glad you always listen to what your big sister has to say?" Janina teased. "Now show me what Adilah taught you, and caress my breasts."
Of course his sister knew about Adilah; she must have caught them a half a dozen times when they were doing it regularly. Nonetheless, Yakhir felt it was an invasion of privacy to mention his sexual liaisons, and he let out a deep sigh to let her know he wasn't happy with her comment.
"Come on, little brother, stay with me in the moment," she coaxed. "Share a little love with your sister, who really, really needs it."
Her puppy dog eyes tore away the dampening veils of his earlier thoughts. He reached up to cup her swinging breasts. They reminded him of pendulums; they were perfect teardrops with nipples pointing out directly at the world. Slowly he ran his fingers around her flesh as she started to lift and drop bit by bit upon his cock. He finally relented and traced the side of her rigid nipples with his fingers, which elicited quiet moans from his lover. Softly he squeezed eraser like tips and was rewarded with stronger moans and a flexing of deep muscles around his shaft.
Yakhir wanted to latch his lips upon her breasts but found himself too well pinned to the bed. He grabbed her hips and without warning, flipped the both of them over. Before she could complain, his toes found purchase on the poured stone floor and he began thrusting deeply into her depths. Her hands latched onto his scalp and Janina ran her fingers through his hair.
He bent down to suckle on the nipples that had so far been denied him. His thrusting brought more friction to their coupling and Janina began to breathe in small gasps as the heat built between her legs. The forbidden nature of their act heightened her senses and the tingles coming from her breasts had her head shaking in disbelief from side to side. With a final moan, emanating from deep in her chest, she welcomed the explosion of sensation that began in her pussy and traveled through every muscle in her body.
Yakhir, proud to see that he had outlasted his sister, sped up and let go of all of his restraints. With mighty thrusts, he plowed deeply into her cunt until he could no longer hold back. With an ancient war cry on his lips, he let loose his incestuous load with every muscle at his beck and call.
And promptly collapsed upon her thin frame, all of the strength in his arms having fled. Not a word was spoken. Janina grasped his butt cheeks and squeezed them as her vaginal muscles massaged his shrinking shaft.
After cleaning themselves up, both sat down to cup of café turki, relishing the deep bitter brew with quick sips. The ancient tradition of drinking coffee had only been rediscovered in the last two decades when the bushes had been found growing on the side of the mountains facing the sea. The process of roasting, grinding and serving of the coffee had been the success that catapulted the young Suli Al-Taquir to the top of his profession. He had found a description in an ancient Turkish novel written for women; the heroine remembered her liaisons as she reminisced in her coffee house left to her by her third husband. Each sip was an act of gratitude to their beloved father.
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