Trawling Atlantis

“She knew, Chris. About me and you.” I just shrugged. No point worrying about it now. “Last time I saw her, she was married. That was about three years or so after you left. She told me that she really did love you.”

“Guess I did her a favour, then. Because I loved someone else.”

Alexa just grabbed my hand and smiled at me. “I know,” she said quietly.

“When should we go see Mum?”

“Let’s get over the jetlag. So I was thinking tomorrow morning?” I nodded. “Besides, I need my brother’s cock inside me again. I’m thinking the rest of the night.”

I burst into laughter as my sister was proving to be rather insatiable. Not that I complained one little bit. There was no way she was going to wear me out anytime soon. The first thing we did when arriving at her place was to have a shower. A day and more in transit left one feeling rather icky. I was used to the feeling but my sister begged me to wash her. So I did that, plus a little more.

Once we’d dried off, I picked her up in my arms, my sister complimenting me on my strength, as I carried her to the bedroom. Laying her down on the bed, I must have spent the next couple of hours covering her entire body with attention. Not a single piece of skin would have remained untouched my either my lips, tongue or hands. Even though my hands were battered and scarred, she cooed at how gentle I was. Her breasts remained as perfect as I remember, spending plenty of time licking and sucking her nipples, amusing myself as they hardened, gently biting them and hearing her gasp as I did. I kissed her entire body all the way down to her groin, ignoring her dripping wet pussy as I kissed all the way down one leg to her cute little foot, before doing the same back up her other leg. By the end, she was begging for me to eat her out.

Her taste is indescribable. All I know is that I could do it every day for the rest of my life. I teased her mercilessly, my tongue running around the outskirts of her cunt before I finally grazed her lips. She pushed down, her body aching for my tongue or cock. I finally gave into my own temptation, spreading her lips and teasing her entrance, feeling her body shudder.

“I’m going to cum so fast,” she moaned.

I didn’t say anything, though I liked to know that everything I was doing worked. To say I feasted on her wouldn’t be entirely incorrect. She was literally flowing from everything I was doing to her. I inserted a couple of fingers, and the moan she made suggested to me that was she was about to blow. Gently fucking her with a couple of fingers, looking for that perfect spot inside her, I started to gentle flick her clit, doing little things with my tongue that I’d learned since we reunited that I knew she loved. And that I knew would make her cum hard.

Which is what she did about a minute later, crying out my name as her walls clamped around my fingers, continuing to pump those in and out as she arched her back, trying to squeeze her legs together though I was in the way. “Oh my god, Chris!” she cried.

I nearly came myself at what I’d managed to do to her. And I didn’t stop, continuing to pump my fingers and lick her clit. She didn’t tell me to stop, in fact telling me to keep going. “The next one may be bigger,” she said, actually giggling.

And it was. I think she nearly passed out and I figured I should probably stop what I was doing. Once I’d pulled out my fingers, licking them clean before wiping my face, I lay down next to my sister as she started to laugh. “My god, Chris. Can you do that to me every day for the rest of my life?”

I stroked my chin. “Um, let me think about it.”

She playfully slapped my arm. “Tease.”

Sliding my cock inside her again a few minutes later, we made love slowly, even tenderly. Our need for each other hadn’t diminished, but we were now together, and the fear that this wasn’t real had receded. She wrapped her legs around me, hooking her feet together, moaning that I was even deeper. My thrusts were long but slow, burying myself inside her before pulling back, enjoying the warmth of her pussy, my cock appreciating it completely. She felt so good. And it felt so right. This was my sister, a woman I’d loved my entire life. Who would love a sibling more than her own brother? I’d spend the rest of my life trying to make her happy and ensuring she felt loved every single day. That was the promise I made to myself.

She beckoned me on to finish inside her, though I purposely made her wait for the prize. I’d cum rather quickly quite often, though she never complained, knowing I was just so excited to see her, probably glad I didn’t cum before I’d even entered her. Slowly but surely, I was building up a resilience, able to last a few minutes longer, though neither of us appeared interested in hour long fuck marathons. We’d fuck for ten or fifteen minutes, orgasm, rest, then go again later. And that’s what I did again this time, kissing her hard as I felt another flood of cum flow out of my cock deep inside her. She giggled again, feeling me blast inside her, groaning into her mouth before near collapsing. I think every orgasm I had with her was better than the last.

We escaped the bedroom later that night to head out for dinner. It felt very strange being back in a big city. Living in Peterhead, I’d rarely left the town itself, only heading to Inverness if I wanted some time away. I’d never even been to Europe. There just wasn’t time with being a trawlerman, and I didn’t really have the inclination to travel alone. The crowds made me a little uncomfortable, in all honesty, wondering if anyone would recognise me after all this time. My sister recognised my discomfort, so quickly suggested we grab some take-out to eat back her apartment.

After eating, we finally stayed out of the bedroom, actually sitting down on the couch to watch a little television. Eventually settling on a movie, Alexa cuddled into me, everything feeling rather reminiscent of that very first night we shared together, though this time, we made it through the entire movie before we ended up having sex on the couch. Then on the floor between the living room and bedroom. Before finally the bedroom.

I was a nervous wreck the next morning. I hadn’t seen any of the family since the day I visited the grandparents in the few days before I’d left. I had no idea if any other family would be at the hospital. “Brian doesn’t make an appearance until the evening. Our grandparents may be there, though. Her parents, at least.”

“How will they react to my appearance?”

She shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t really know. A lot of time has passed. And I think showing up there with me may help put some things right. Mum knows the truth, though. I have no doubt she’s been telling everyone what really happened.”

“So the truth but… it was consensual?”

She shrugged again. “I’m not sure, Chris. We haven’t really spoken about it.” She hugged me. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll be fine.”

I was bricking it in the car on the way to the hospital. I really didn’t want to run into Brian, and had noticed Alexa also called our father by his name too. We walked in hand and hand, following bright corridors, coming to a stop just outside her door. Alexa just squeezed my hand as I took a deep breath before I nodded.

Mum was awake. She didn’t look well at all. In fact, she looked as ill as Alexa had described. But her face lit up into an enormous smile at my appearance. Sat near her bed were her Mum and Dad, our grandparents. Grandma gasped as they both got to their feet too.

“Mum gets the first hug, Chris,” Grandma said.

I couldn’t hug her too tightly as Mum felt so thin and fragile. But she held me tightly in reply, hearing her sob quietly in my ear as I held her. “I’m sorry, Mum,” I whispered, feeling hot tears drop from my eyes.

She didn’t say anything while we hugged. I’m sure we held each other for at least ten minutes. Probably longer, in all honesty. When she finally dropped her head back onto the pillows propping her up, the smile had broadened, though I could see the echo of pain in her eyes. “You have nothing to apologise for, Chris.”

“But…”

“But nothing.” Mum then looked past me to Alexa. “Knew you’d find him eventually.”

“I wasn’t returning without him. Sorry it took so long.”

“My sister let us know of your arrival, Chris,” my grandfather stated, walking towards me with outstretched hand, “And it’s good to see our grandson again.”

I couldn’t help the surprise that no doubt appeared. “You too, Grandad.”

Then I hugged my grandmother. “We never believed his lies,” she said quietly.

I wanted to ask plenty of questions about what Brian may have said about me. But, to be honest, it was ten years ago, and I didn’t really care anymore. All that mattered was enjoying these last few days or weeks with Mum. I took a chair and placed it next to her bed, Alexa sitting next to me, grabbing my hand. Mum noticed it and smiled. “Even after ten years, Chris?”

I glanced at my grandparents before meeting her eyes. “I never stopped loving her, Mum.” I looked at my grandparents again. They both simply nodded and smiled.

“I told them everything, Chris. What really happened that night and morning. They don’t claim to understand. But you are their grandchildren. They love you. And want you both to be happy. Just like your mother.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’ve watched my family fall apart, Alexa. My son was forced out of his home. His sister never comes home. My husband,” she spat that last word, and I had a feeling she was getting everything off her chest now the end was nigh, “Brian has taken everything I cared about from me, and all I did was stand there and watch. I may be dying, but I can still make this right.”

“You don’t need to do anymore, Mum. We’re going to be together, and anyone who doesn’t like that can get fu… I mean…” I trailed off and cleared my throat.

“What about Brian?” my sister asked, “In fact, I can’t remember the last time I saw him. I don’t particularly want to see him either.”

“You’ll need to speak to him once you’re getting ready to put me in the ground, Alexa.”

I couldn’t help the burst of laughter that erupted. “Sorry, Mum, but you talk about it so… calmly.”

“I’m going to die, Chris. I don’t know when, but the doctors are pumping me with so many painkillers, I’m assuming they’ll eventually give me enough to put to sleep and I won’t wake up again. I know it’s soon, so I’m saying as much now because, no doubt, I’ll be fucked soon enough.”

Mum held on for longer than anyone imagined. Alexa and I visited nearly every day, and were lucky to never run into any other family except our grandparents and her brother, our uncle. We kept our relationship under wraps in front of him, though he echoed what his parents had said. He didn’t believe what our father had said. It was nice to know after all this time, though it was too late to change the past.

I managed to avoid seeing my father until the day Alexa received a call from the hospital. By this stage, we’d already said our final goodbyes as Mum had slipped into unconsciousness for the final time. My sister was already prepared, having to swallow her pride and at least speak to our father on the phone as plans were made for the funeral.

That was when the long lost son, his name besmirched by his very own father, would reappear in front of the entire family.

*****

CHAPTER FOUR

“I’m still not entirely comfortable doing this at her funeral,” I said for no doubt the hundredth time.

Alexa just smiled as she helped me straighten my tie. I’d never worn one in my life. “It’s the perfect time. He can’t say a thing once he sees you. And you reappearing on my arm will certainly set plenty of tongues wagging.”

“The eulogy should be interesting.”

“There will be two. Grandad will be sharing some words too. The differences between the two should be interesting.”

My sister drove us to the funeral home, never letting go of my hand as she drove one handed all the way. Once we arrived, there was no missing the stares and surprise of family members, and even one or two old friends, upon my appearance, but particularly as I walked hand in hand with my sister. Mum’s parents were already there, greeting the pair of us, as did our uncle. Friends of Alexa’s, and even a couple of my old friends, appeared and immediately bombarded us with questions. I put it straight, saying my father had lied. Whether they chose to believe me or not was up to them.

But it was a sideshow to the main attraction. Alexa and I made sure we were the last to enter, and I saw my father for the first time in over a decade. He looked a little older, his frame having diminished. But when his eyes met mine, they burned with the anger and hatred I saw the last time we’d seen each other. I just smiled at him, holding the hand of my sister. My grandfather gestured for us to join them.

Alexa and I walked down the aisle, stopping to greet people we hadn’t seen in years. Most of the greetings were friendly enough, obviously the poisonous lies of my father left lingering doubts, though the fact I was there with Alexa suggested things were not as they were told so long ago.

Then we had to walk by my father.

“When did you get back?” he asked testily.

“Long enough to have shared plenty of words with Mum and my grandparents.” I leaned in close and whispered, “Just know that your wife despised you by the end of her life. Go to your own grave knowing that, you son of a bitch.” Then I leaned back, clapped him on the shoulder and said, “Good to see you too, Dad. It’s been a long time.”

My sister played her part perfectly, even kissing him on the cheek. “I still hate you with every fibre of my being, you bastard,” she whispered, loud enough for only my father and I to hear. Even at a funeral, the hate ran deep.

I could see he was rattled, not just by my reappearance but by the eyes my sister gave him. I’d never seen such hatred in anyone’s eyes like that. I remember the look he had in his eyes that morning, so long ago, and they were nothing compared to the stare my sister returned to her father.

We sat hand in hand through the service, sitting next to our grandparents. The celebrant — we were not a religious family — shared some words before opening up the floor for eulogies. I had one mention during my father’s, the fact my mother gave birth to a boy. Other than that, nothing. He spoke of my sister in grander terms, though I could see her words had got to him. My grandfather must have adapted his eulogy rather quickly for my return, as he spoke in glowing terms of his two grandchildren, and the love his daughter had shared for her two children. I’ll admit, the old man got to me, feeling it necessary to wipe my cheeks, feeling Alexa cuddle into me at the same time. I’d never doubted Mum loved me, and I was filled with deep regret that I’d barely had a couple of weeks with her before the end.

Once the service ended, plenty more people came up to at least say hello, and I did my best to remain friendly and pleasant. The wake was to be held at our old house, now empty of everyone except my father. I’ll admit that thought pleased me to no end, knowing the bastard was now alone.

I was hoping to get through the entire day without confrontation so Alexa and I could just move on with our lives in peace. But once my father had a couple of drinks, he came looking for trouble. I’m not a complete asshole. I could see he was devastated by the loss of his wife. But I knew he had taken my words to heart. I have no doubt my grandfather’s eulogy would have been a jolt too, as his speech suggested plenty of thoughts and feelings no doubt repressed for a very long time.

My sister and I were quietly chatting about nothing important as I heard my father shout my name from across the room. Silence followed, as I simply turned towards him and smiled. All eyes now glanced between son and father.

“Something you want, Brian?”

“I told you to get the fuck out. Again.”

The smile remained on my face. “You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore, Brian. And if you think you’re going to stand there and intimidate me, then you’re fooling yourself.”

He strode towards me, his face turning into a sneer. I knew what was coming. It was so telegraphed; a carrier pigeon could have dropped me a note saying ‘He’s going to throw a punch’. It was so long in coming, I could have finished the beer in my hand. Instead, I quickly handed that to Alexa, as I felt her step away. His right hand came up, balled in a fist, and I know I surprised him when I caught it in my left hand.

“Not this time, Brian.”

Then I punched him in the face. That rocked him, so I hit him again, this time straight into his nose, watching blood immediately pour out and I was left with little doubt it was broken. He started to wobble, so I hit him a third time, sending to the ground on his arse. It was still silent as I looked around.

“Anyone else want to have a go?” I specifically looked at his side of the family, glaring at them with the same hatred I had the man on the ground. No-one made a move.

I got down on one knee, doing exactly what he had done to me ten years before. A knee into his chest, a hand around his throat, before using both hands to grab his collar, bringing his face closer to mine.

“Payback, you son of a bitch. Over ten fucking years of my life you’ve stolen from me. And for what? Because I love my sister.” I heard the murmurs start, but ignored them. “I didn’t assault her. I didn’t groom her. I most certainly didn’t fucking rape her. It was the best decision I’d ever made, and the best night of my life up to that point. And I know it was for Alexa too. All we did was consummate the love we’d had for each other up to then.”

“You’re fucking…”

I violently shook him, cutting off his words. “You didn’t even let us explain! All you did was beat me up then kick me out. We knew it may have been difficult for you to understand, even accept, but we were your children. You should have at least attempted. Instead, you treat me like dirt and god knows what you really thought about your daughter. I’m still convinced you wanted her for yourself.”

“Fuck…”

I shook him again. “Shut the fuck up! You don’t get to talk now. Over ten years, Brian! Over ten years I was separated from the only woman I’ve ever loved. So this is what is going to happen now. She is coming with me because she wants to be with me. Because she loves me just as much as I love her. I’m not going to tell you where we are going. You don’t get to know that information. Just know that, after today, you will see neither of us again. Mum died with love in her heart, knowing her children were happy. And she hated you for breaking up her family. So it gladdens me, no matter how sick it sounds, that you will now die alone. We won’t show up to your funeral, whenever that is. If we lived in another country, I’d be tempted to give you a gun so you put it in your mouth and end yourself now. Just know that I despise the ground you walk on. Your own daughter hates you with every bone in her body. You are nothing to us. A sperm donor at best.”

I fell silent and watched his eyes glare back into mine. I finally released his collar and his head dropped back onto the ground as I got to my feet. I looked around the room, stunned expressions returned from most people. Our grandparents, our mother’s parents that is, just smiled at us. I walked towards them. “We’d better go. I think I’ve finally done what was required.”

My grandmother just hugged me. “Keep in touch?”

“We will.”

My grandfather shook my hand. “Your mother was always proud of you, Chris. And she’d love you even more for protecting your sister. You go with our blessing.”

“Thank you,” my sister and I said together.

“Wait, what?” my uncle asked, finally understanding.

“We’ll explain it later, David.”

He shook my hand, sharing one last hug and handshake with the grandparents, before Alexa and I walked out of our hold house hand in hand for the last time. Before getting in her car, she pushed me into its side and kissed me. And I mean kissed me! It was hot, heavy, with the sort of tongue involved that was only ever going to make me achingly hard. I kissed her back, of course, though couldn’t help wonder if she was putting on a show for anyone who may have been watching.

“I’ve been dreaming about you doing that for ten years,” she said, a little out of breath once she broke away.

I just cupped her cheek. “I love you.”

She kissed me softly before replying with the same words.

Despite the sadness of the day, I think smacking my father had turned her on, as by the time we got back to her apartment, she was ready to fuck. “I want to celebrate life,” she said upon closing the apartment door. She took two steps towards me before practically leaping on me. We fucked right there in the hallway. All she did was pull up her dress and drop he panties. I dropped my trousers and underwear and we fucked. There is no other way to put it. We. Fucked. It was hard, fast, sweaty and incredibly orgasmic, the release of pent up emotions over the previous days, weeks, months and years. Once I came, we kept right on fucking, my cock barely going soft.

We eventually undressed completely and in the bedroom, my sister now on top of me, riding my cock through orgasm after orgasm. We didn’t stop until much later that evening, when I think we were both feeling a little sore and worn out. I was still a little erect and inside her as she lay on my chest, breathing hard.

“So I’m going with you, am I?” she finally asked.

“Ah, yeah, about that…”

“I’d love to.”

That surprised me. I was convinced she’d want me to return. “You’re serious?”

“You said you love the life, Chris. I can’t pull you away from that. Plus, the UK is always looking for teachers. I’m sure I’ll find a job somewhere.”

“It’s a hard life up there, Alexa.”

She lifted her head to meet my eyes. “As long as I’m with you, Chris, I don’t care where we live or what we do. I just want to be happy. And I’ll be happy when I’m with you.”

So I guess that was decided. Alexa was coming with me.

I got in touch with my old captain, thankful I managed to get hold of him while he was on shore. I explained what was happening, and told him I’d be a little longer. He just laughed, suggesting my replacement would be rather happy to continue using my ship for as long as I wanted.

“So, I guess the one question I have is… Is your sister joining you back here?”

“She is,” I replied.

“Your secret is safe, Chris. As I said, I can’t claim to understand, but I saw how she looked at you. There’s no doubt in my mind she feels the same way.”

“I know. But thanks, Jack. We’ll definitely catch up once we’re back.”

“No hurry now, Chris. You take all the time you need.”

Alexa had to get all her affairs in order. Though I had the feeling she would have rather just dropped everything and left, she still had responsibilities that required sorting out. She resigned her teaching position, though would work until the end of term (thankfully only a couple of more weeks). Other than that, she had to give notice about ending her rental agreement, started to tell friends that she would be leaving with me, as nearly everyone was aware of our relationship after the wake. I guess that was another good reason to leave, as I have no doubt someone would eventually let the authorities know.

Despite that, we did hold a farewell party, inviting the few friends that remained. Not all were at the funeral or wake, so may not have been aware of our relationship. We didn’t particularly want to go into details or explain too much to those who were not aware, so we simply said Alexa was joining me overseas as there was nothing left for her now that her mother had passed.

Once the party was over, Alexa and I made love for what I assumed would be the final time in our home country. We were all over each the moment we closed the door on the departure of our final guests. She was definitely in charge, dragging me into the bedroom by the front of my shirt, before she sat down on the bed. Grabbing my belt buckle, that was undone in double quick time, my trousers and underwear dropping to reveal my already hardening cock.

One of her hands wrapped around my shaft as she looked up at me, innocence in her eyes and all over her face. “Do you want your little sister to suck your cock?”

“Only if she takes a load in her mouth.”

“Oh, she will definitely take whatever her big brother gets her.”

“This gets you off, doesn’t it?”

She smirked. “Are you complaining?”

“I love the fact my little sister loves my big cock.”

“She certainly does.” To emphasise how much she did love it, I watched the entire length disappear inside her mouth, not all at once, as she had to adjust her mouth and throat, but after a couple of attempts, her nose did bump into my groin. Pulling back, my cock now covered in her saliva, she looked up again, didn’t say a word, before she started blowing me. One thing I can say about my sister is that she was now an expert cocksucker. I knew she’d been with one other man, and she said he was rarely blown by her. Me, though. I think she liked sucking my cock as much as I liked going down on her.

I could help throw my head back and groan, feeling tingles flow up my body, looking back down to see my sister’s head bob up and down on my cock. She looked up at me the entire time, a smile wanting to appear on her face. My cock reappeared again. “Are you going to cum for your sister, Chris?”

“Soon enough.”

“Will you eat my pussy afterwards?”

“All night if you want.”

“While that sounds delightful, I definitely want you to fuck me soon. But I want your cum in my mouth soon.”

She received a healthy dose of it not long later, wrapping one of my hands around her head, hearing her squeal with delight as I blasted hot, sticky ropes into her mouth. Once I was finished, I released her head as she looked up at me and opened her mouth. She then closed her mouth, smiled and swallowed. My cock barely went down after seeing that, and she started blowing me again. I was feeling rather sensitive, and my legs felt on the verge of giving out, but I didn’t stop her.

“You’re insatiable, Alexa.”

“I went over ten years without this cock in my life, Chris.”

I eventually had to stop her. Not because I wasn’t enjoying myself, but I wanted to return the favour. She was ready to complain when I lifted her up, though as soon as I started to unbutton her shirt, she just leaned up to kiss me. We were both naked rather quickly as I lay her back on the bed, her legs automatically spreading as I teased her entrance with my cock.

“Not yet,” I said quietly.

She knew what was coming, unable to stop the smile forming as I kissed her. I could taste myself on her lips and tongue, but it never really bothered me. Why should it when she’s willing to take an entire load? I teased her for a while, but it wasn’t relentless. My fingers went to her cunt every so often, and if it was possible, she was wetter each and every time. Her perfect breasts were shown plenty of attention and affection, hearing her whimpers as I sucked, licked and gently bit her nipples. They were so hard, the saying ‘hard enough to cut glass’ would have been rather apt. I think she almost orgasmed just from the attention I gave those alone.

I then shocked her by flipping her over onto all fours, once again pressing my cock to her entrance, feeling her push back, eager for me to slide inside her. Instead, I leaned forward and kiss the back of her neck, feeling her shudder as I moved down her back, covering her back and gentle kisses. “Oh my god,” she whispered as I gently started to rub her.

Kneading her butt-cheeks, I covered them in kisses too, my sister wiggling her butt into my face at the same time. “Do you like my arse?”

“It’s perfect, just like the rest of you.”

“Want to stick your cock in it?”

That grabbed my attention. “Seriously?”

“I’ve never done it before but I’d let take you me in every hole, Chris.”

“We’ll look into it if you’d like.”

But I know I still surprised her when I started to lick her arsehole. She actually started to laugh, though only because she said it felt a little strange. But she still ended up pushing her arse back into my face, urging me to eat it out. “I had no idea,” she breathed.

“Got any lube?”

She giggled. “Want to try it now?”

“God yes.”

I’d done it before with Melanie, though that was a long time ago. The fact my sister was willing and eager would hopefully make this easier. She kept lube in a drawer of her bedside table. She giggled again as placed some lube on her puckered little hole, gently rubbing my finger at her back entrance before I inserted a finger. She gasped when I did, and naturally tried to pull away. I held her in place and let her adjust to the intruder.

“Let yourself adapt.”

“It’s just weird.”

“It’ll get better.”

I slowly finger fucked her, letting her get used to having something in her arse. I wasn’t stupid and wasn’t going to just start fucking her. I wanted her to enjoy it and offer to do it again. The fact it was my little sister offering her arse to me made it even more mind-blowing. She was soon pushing back onto my hand and I knew I could insert another finger. She moaned when I did, and I started to finger her just a little harder.

“Oh, that’s good, Chris.”

I used my other hand to start fingering her cunt at the same time, and my sister was soon writhing in my hands. Literally. I almost made myself laugh as I’d insert my fingers into her arse and out of her cunt, then vice versa. My sister knew what I was doing too, but was far too caught up in the sensations to do anything but whimper and moan.

“I need you to fuck me, Chris. Fuck my arse!”

I was generous in the application of lube on my cock before adding more to her arse. Placing the head of my cock at her entrance, I could sense she was a little nervous. But she looked back and smiled, and I pressed the head of my cock through her tight little hole. She gasped again as I did, stopping as soon as I was inside her, letting her adjust to the size of my cock.

“Holy shit!” she cried softly.

“Good?”

“Uh-huh. Just give me a moment.” She wiggled her butt and laughed. “Wow, that’s actually pretty good.”

I took my time, adding an inch before pulling back, adding another inch, slowly, slowly, lowering my entire shaft into the arse of my sister. Once I had my entire cock inside her, I couldn’t help the groan. It felt different to her cunt but the sheer taboo of arse fucking my sister nearly made me blow my load then and there.

“Okay, Chris?” she breathed.

“Just taking a moment.”

“Fuck me, brother.”

Being her first time, I only ever remained gentle as I started to fuck her. While I fucked her arse, I tried to play with her pussy at the same time, though she eventually grabbed my hand and moved it away as she started to play with herself. “Hold my hips,” she requested, so I placed a hand on a hip each and started to rock myself, slowly upping the tempo every couple of minutes. Pounding her wasn’t going to be necessary, I was definitely going to cum regardless. But I wanted my sister to cum while I was deep in her arse.

Applying a bit more lube, feeling it starting to run a little dry, I started to pound my sister’s little arse a little harder, hearing her breathing change, earning myself more moans, and I knew she was now in the moment and on the verge of having an orgasm. I was doing all I could to hold back my home, trying to ignore the warmth and tightness of her arse, trying to ignore the fact this was my sister and she was actually letting me fuck her there. I’d never even thought about it until she offered.

“Oh, Chris, I’m going to cum so hard.”

That’s probably one of the most glorious sentences a brother can hear his sister say. “So am I.”

“Cum in my arse, brother. Blast inside your little sister’s arse.” She then squeezed and I nearly came. “Yeah, that’s right, fuck my arse, big brother. Make your little sister cum while you’re in her arse.”

I lasted another couple of minutes as I started to pound her. She screamed, I think in delight but also in a little pain, though she urged me to keep going. I felt that usual tingling sensation in my balls, knowing I was going to erupt and very soon. I let her know. All she did was start pushing back into me, urging me on. I sensed she was getting close too, noticing her right hand was rubbing her clit furiously.

“Oh shit!” I groaned, pushing forward one last time as I started to cum. “Holy shit.”

“Oh Chris!” my sister cried barely seconds later, falling forward, taking me with her as we collapsed on the bed. I felt my sister shudder underneath me, my cock still buried inside her arse, as she let rip a series of expletives as she came. Then near silence, only our heavy breathing echoing around the room for a few minutes.

“Wow!” my sister whispered a little later.

“Wow indeed. That’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever done.”

“You just fucked your little sister in the arse, Chris. It was the hottest.”

“It was hotter still by the fact she suggested it.”

“Every hole is yours, Chris. And we’re definitely doing that again.” She wiggled her butt. “I can’t believe how good it felt. I’d read about it but thought it was only ever going to hurt.” I leaned down to kiss her cheek. “I love you,” she finished quietly.

After enjoying a shower, we cuddled together in bed, plenty of kissing and caressing though, for once, I think more sex was the last thing on our minds. We didn’t talk much. I think we were all talked out for the time being. So we just looked at each other in silence, a content smile on the fact of my sister before she finally yawned and snuggled into me, whispering how much she loved me before drifting off to sleep.

We left the country the next day. Only our grandparents came to see us off. I was okay saying goodbye, but my sister was in tears as she hugged our equally tearful grandmother. Although there were promises of seeing each other, I knew air travel from one side of the world to the other for them would always be rather difficult. We suggested we’d try and visit them, but it would depend on how our lives eventually panned out. But there was plenty of technology available, our grandparents being rather tech savvy for their ages, that meant we could easily remain in contact.

With a final wave, I took Alexa by the hand and we walked through customs into our new lives together.

*****

CHAPTER FIVE

We returned to Scotland a newly married couple. Not officially, there was no way that could happen, but we bought each other a ring and simply introduced each other as man and wife, telling everyone that we had married before leaving Australia. Of my friends in Peterhead, only Jack ever knew the truth about who Alexa and I truly were. And he was true to his word. He never told a soul.

Alexa and I lived in my small house until the day she announced that she was pregnant, which was barely six months later. She had already found work at one of the new primary schools in the area, and was adamant she would return to work after the baby was born. Although I loved my work, I’d met plenty of husbands and fathers who worked as trawlerman that had seen their families drift away. I sat down with Jack one day and he gave me the brutal but honest truth.

Find something else to do if I wanted to keep my family.

I sat down with Alexa one evening and we discussed my options. I never thought of myself as particularly intelligent, but my sister wouldn’t hear of such self-deprecation. While I wasn’t particularly interested in further study, Alexa suggested I would make a fine school teacher like herself.

“You reckon?” I asked, unable to hide my surprise.

“I’ve seen you with the kids, Chris. You’re going to make a wonderful father,” she said, rubbing her developing belly, “And I think you’d prove an inspiration to the next generation coming through. You’re a history buff. I’m sure you could inspire the next historian.”

“What options do I have?”

If Alexa was one thing, it was prepared. She had a booklet from the Open University. “Study and work at the same time. It will be a bloody hard couple of years, Chris. But if you’re serious about giving it up…”

“I have to. I have to be here with you.” I shook my head. “No, wrong term. I want to be here. I don’t want to be out there, trawling Atlantis. Not anymore.”

My sister rewarded me for those words with an outstanding blowjob and a night of mind-blowing sex. I know she missed me every time I left the docks. I knew she would appreciate the fact I was giving up the job I still loved to be with her all the time.

It was long, hard work, but I eventually graduated with a teaching degree and found a job at one of the local high schools. I certainly earned respect of students with my gruff but still rather easy-going manner, adapting the way I’d dealt with my crew on the boat to how I dealt with students. Speaking of my boat, the ‘Alexa’ was sold and we used the proceeds from that to buy a bigger house while building some savings. The gentleman that bought it said he’d keep the name.

Alexa and I eventually had a large family, for the standard of the time anyway. Our first child, a girl, we named after our mother, Claire Alexandra McDonald. She would eventually turn into a dead ringer of her mother. Fifteen months later, we had twins, a boy and girl. The girl we named Isla Olivia McDonald, the boy Lewis Christopher McDonald. Finally, we had a boy another eighteen months later. We called him Jack Alexander McDonald. When my old captain and now best friend found out, it was the only time he ever cried in front of me, and being squeezed into a big bear hug by the man nearly suffocated me.

As our children got older, we noticed the relationships that developed between them. The twins were very close, obviously, while Claire and Jack were near inseparable at times, the oldest sister certainly doting on the youngest brother. Alexa and I discussed it at times, particularly once they hit puberty, and agreed we would simply let nature take its course if that was to happen.

As for Alexa and I, we were blissfully happy. We still made love nearly every night or morning. Sometimes we’d even sneak away at lunch for a quickie in one of our cars. Even if we didn’t, we were always kissing, hugging or sharing sweet words. I can honestly say we rarely if ever argued. I’m not saying we never disagreed. We could well and truly disagree at times, but we always discussed things rationally, never left a room angry or with bitter words, and definitely never went to bed angry. We never sweat the small things. Only the larger issues would ever cause us minor problems. Marriage is constant work, though it’s not hard if you’re willing to work together, a little bit of compromise from both parties but the central aspect should be one’s love for the other. I loved my sister more than anyone, except perhaps my four children, and did everything to make her happy, and I know she did the same for me.

Our kids were certainly smart, and it was no surprise when Claire was the first to disappear off to university, though only headed down the coast to Aberdeen, able to return home quite often. Unsurprisingly, it was Jack who missed his oldest sister the most, moping around the house while she was away, though he certainly brightened up once she returned.

But it was the twins that Alexa and I certainly discussed more often than not with my wife. They were a definite reminder of past events.