Rebecca Do My Bidding CH6 Karen comes clean

Rebecca Do My Bidding CH6 Karen comes clean

The next day in the office absolutely sucked for me. I could not get my head away from the thought of Rebecca riding down the interstate with a beer can up her pussy and her having an orgasm every five or ten minutes. The boner I sported all morning was really driving me crazy and relief had to come soon. By ten o’clock I had decided to make a short day of it. A twelve o’clock departure was definitely in the crosshairs, but a little motivation was also a necessity. The phone call to my sister fixed that.

“Karen,” I said once she answered the phone. “I’m going to make it an early weekend, do you have any plans?”

“I do now!” she responded enthusiastically. “When do you want me to come over?”

“I’m going to get out of here at twelve,” I said as I looked at my wrist watch before opening my e-mail responses. “You can come over whenever you’re ready.”

“Great!” she replied with even more enthusiasm in her voice. “We can cook out or something.”

“Sounds like a plan,” and I hung up. There was no doubt about it, I did not feel like being in the office. With my tall fuck toy on the road for the next 12 days, I was going to have a tough go of it unless I could distract myself with something, or someone. Thankfully I have always got along well with my sister. And with the few little post hypnotic suggestions she has still in place, the prospects for a really good weekend made me feel tremendously better.

The last hour of work played ‘drag ass’ worse than any other time in my life. By the time that month long hour passed I was more than ready to get the hell out of Dodge in a hurry. With my e-mail responses set and all of my work knocked out, I was actually looking forward to seeing my sister. Whatever the weekend had in store for me, it was about to start as I literally ran to my car in the parking lot. Nothing was going to hold me up any longer.

One thing is for certain, I am not used to driving home on a Friday afternoon at lunch time. To describe the traffic as thick would be an understatement. I never knew the traffic was this heavy where I lived. In the mornings it was rather sparse considering what time I drove in to the office. But this was completely new for me. It was bumper to bumper traffic for the entire drive home. What usually takes me 15 minutes or so took almost 45! Couple that with the raging hard on I had and I was in misery. I almost couldn’t wait to get some relief but managed to hold on as I turned into my apartment complex and headed for my building. Relief was coming in the form of my sister, I thought, as I parked my car and headed for my door. It was time to let out a little bit of frustration.

As my door swung out of the way I was instantly greeted to a darkened room and soft music playing in the background. The very faintest whiff of perfume teased my nose as I stepped into the dimly lit space of my living room and set my briefcase down. “Karen?” I said out loud as I tossed my suit coat over the back of a chair before tossing my keys into the small basket on the table near the door. “I’m home.”

I was honestly surprised my jaw didn’t punch a hole in the floor when my eyes came to rest on the vision that appeared from my kitchen. Clad in a white dress blouse and a short dark blue business skirt with black high heels, all 115 pounds of my sister strode out into the middle of the room only to stop in a very provocative pose with a shit eating grin on her face and an ice cold beer in her hand next to her right hip. “Hey big brother,” she cooed with a sultry voice that made my dick slam to attention in my slacks. Instantly I could feel my heart pounding in my ears as I scoped her now firmly sculpted body from head to toe.

“Oh my God!” I exclaimed as I did my best to make my feet move toward her.

Karen took a quick look down at herself before she twisted around to give me a view of her now very tight ass and toned legs extending out of the skin tight skirt. “I take it you like what you see?” she stated as she finished her turn to face me again.

“You’re gorgeous!” was my reply as my feet finally managed to bring me up right next to her.

This absolutely spectacular smile came across her face accompanied with a notable blush as she quickly glanced down at my groin before handing me my beer. “I’m glad you like what you see,” she replied as she took a step forward to press her breasts against the lower part of my chest. As she brought the beer up so I could take a hold of it her left arm went around my waist only to pull our bodies closer together. “I saw how much you liked seeing Rebecca in her skimpy little business dress so I thought I’d wear something like that for you.” As she spoke she ground her groin against the steel rod in my slacks. This little smirk resonated from her mouth as her right hand came down only to take a hold of my cock through my clothing. “Seems I was right,” she said as she turned her face up toward me, “it feels like this big thing wants to try and split me open.”

That was enough for me. I had reached my breaking point. With a quick little bend of my knees I threw my arms around the small of Karen’s back and pulled her up hard against me. She never had the chance to make another reply before our mouths were locked together in a deep opened mouth kiss. Straightening my legs caused Karen to come up off the floor. She needed no further queue as she immediately wrapped her legs around my waist, tearing her tight skirt in the process all the way up to her hip. It was pussy destruction time!

The next 25 minutes or so could only be described as animalistic. So what if I had to buy some new business clothes, I thought as shredded garments were cast aside while I made a bee line for my bedroom. I wanted in someone, and the most basic of instincts focused in on my sister. With one giant leap we catapulted across the last little distance in a great arc only to land with Karen on her back and my rod forced so deep into her I was surprised it did not come out the top of her head. Bam, bam, bam, I hammered away into the wanton desire of my sisters groin while thinking about Rebecca, riding across America, on the back of a motorcycle, with a can of beer in her pussy. Karen moaned and groaned while her hands raced over virtually every last inch of my body while my shaft tunneled up into her over and over.

“OH GOD YOU FUCK ME SO GOOD!” she blurted out in between kisses and gasps for air while she kept her legs spread as wide open as she could. My cock was so hard inside my sister it hurt. I’ll bet that if I had pulled out right at that moment, the helmet would have been a deep dark purple. The feeling of power was simply just too much for me to handle and I lost it. Slamming my hips forward my cock began blasting my sister full of incest while my fingers clenched tighter and tighter into the mattress. Instantly Karen lifted her head till our noses touched. “OH FUCK YEA!” she bellowed as her hips jerked and twitched with each and every throb of my cock. “SHOOT ME FULL OF CUM DAVE!”

Gasping for air, I held my ground while my cock finished filling my sister to the point of overflowing. It felt so good to let go of all the pent up frustration of not having my office fuck toy for the day. I looked down at my sister who started to relax in the afterglow of her own massive orgasm. She looked like she had two shiners because around her eyes was this deep dark blackish color. Damn she felt good! I did not want to move from where I was and just remained perfectly still with her pussy firmly gripping my still hard cock inside her. When her eyes finally did open she was looking straight up at me.

“Mmmm that was good,” she cooed while she gave my cock a squeeze inside her. “You can do that to me as much as you want.”

It was at that moment that I wondered if that was a genuinely real response from my sister or a hybridized answer from the hypnotic programing I had given her. In that split second I really needed to know. “Snickerdoodle.” Instantly my sister froze in place and stared blankly up at me. “Karen, you will no longer be hypnotized. You will return to your normal self and remember everything we have done. You will answer me truthfully and tell me exactly how you feel, do you understand?”

“Yes Dave,” she replied.

Here it goes, the ultimate moment of truth. “1..2..3…”.

For just a moment Karen did not move. Only her eyes moved back and forth as the memories from the last 7 months all came back to the forefront, including the memories of us fucking. I remained absolutely still as Karen gradually returned to the here and now. When she finally did regain all of her senses she looked straight up into my eyes. I held my breath. “You know,” she said as she again squeezed my cock with her pussy, “if you really wanted to fuck me that badly, all you had to do was ask. You didn’t have to hypnotize me to do it.”

“So you’re not mad?!” I asked as my heart began to beat again.

“Are you kidding?” she stated as she gave her hips a big roll so she could make my cock press up against all areas inside her, “and give up the best fuck I have ever had? You’ve got the biggest meat stick I have ever had inside me.” She continued as her hands came down to lock onto my ass cheeks. I didn’t know what to say. “You are going to fuck me again with that big thing, aren’t you?”

“Dumb question,” I said as I pulled back only to start hammering into my sister just as I had done before. The added knowledge of my sister actually being all here with me, and not under the influence of any hypnotic suggestions gave my cock an added hardness. Again our mouths locked together as we fucked each other like new lovers. We were both home.

……………………………………

It was 10 in the evening and we were both a little tired from a solid afternoon and evening of fucking when Karen sauntered back into my bedroom, completely naked, with a pair of beers. “You know, I guess it’s a turnabout of fair play,” she said as she stepped up onto the bed. Walking up from the foot she kept her feet on either side of me until she was directly above my waist. “Do you remember the night you graduated from high school?” she asked while handing a beer to me.

“Just barely,” was the only response I could give considering that I got smashed at a friend’s house at the after graduation party.

“I remember it,” she said as she squatted down to slowly engulf my semi hard cock back inside her. Once she had managed to get all the way down she wiggled her hips back and forth to make sure my cock was all the way inside her before she continued. “You had gone to Jeff Winkler’s house for his big graduation bash. When you got home around one in the morning you were so hammered you couldn’t make it up the stairs in the house.” She giggled as she relived the events of the evening in her head while she made slow circles with her hips.

“I don’t remember any of that,” I said with just a slight bit of embarrassment. But then again, it really did not surprise me. I was known for doing some rather wild things in my younger days.

“I can tell you that it was a genuine bitch getting you up the stairs in the house without waking up mom and dad. You were almost dead weight and you smelled like a distillery.” Again she giggled before she took a big pull from her beer. “Once you hit your bed you were out.”

“Thanks for the assistance back then,” I said as I also took a pull from my beer.

Then this wicked little smile came across her face before she continued. “Do you remember waking up the next morning?” she asked as I felt her squeeze my cock inside her.

“I remember my head was splitting from the massive hangover, and I reeked of sex. I must have had a really good time at the party.”

“I don’t know about that,” she continued as she leaned over to place her beer on the nightstand. “But I do know you had a good time at home.” When she said this she wiggled her hips back and forth and squeezed my now hardening cock inside her.

“What do you mean?” I asked with a noted tone of uncertainty to my voice. Did she do what I think she was about to admit to?

Karen leaned forward till she was lying down on my chest with her face only inches from mine. “Let me put it this way…this year is not the first time we have ever fucked.”

“You’re kidding.” I responded without even thinking.

“No I’m not.” She replied as she began pumping her pussy up and down my shaft. “It was quite a bit of work to get you to cum the first time,” she said as she sat up so she could put her full weight down on my now rock hard cock. “But after the first one the next two were a bit easier.”

“You made me cum in you three times while I was passed out?” I stammered, not knowing any of what she was talking about.

“Yea,” she answered as she began mauling her tits while she slid up and down my shaft. “I wanted it to be more but those three took almost 4 hours.”

“Holy shit!” That was all I could think of to say at the moment as my cock suddenly erupted inside her. “I hope you had a good time because I don’t remember a bit of it.”

Karen stopped riding up and down as she felt my cock start throbbing inside her. “Oh I had a good time alright,” she answered as her hands came down to the lower part of her belly.

“What made you decide to fuck me?” I had to ask out of just sheer curiosity.

“What really started it all was when I came home early from ball practice and found you masturbating with a pair of my panties.” As she said this I felt her tighten up on my shaft. “You were in your room and your door was opened about an inch or so. As I walked by I caught a glimpse of you moving through the crack. My panties were wrapped around your cock and you were pumping away like you were really serious about getting off.” She reached over and picked her beer up only to take another big pull from it before setting it down again. “I barely got to watch before you arched your back and shot into them.”

I have to admit to being a little bit embarrassed as my sister told me this. “Sorry about that sis,” I said as I gently placed my hands on her hips.

“Oh don’t be sorry,” she responded immediately as she ground her hips around in a circle. “Because when you came, I came.”

“Really?” I inquired with a bit of a smile.

“Oh yea,” she continued while bringing her hands up to maul at her tits. “It was running down my legs out of my shorts as you jerked repeatedly into my panties. When you looked down and began to unwrap them from your dick is when I ran into my room and hid in the closet.” I have to admit that this admission from my sister was beginning to turn me on a bit now. “My heart was pounding so hard when I watched you come into my room and put them back into my laundry basket. I was so excited my hands were shaking.” I could actually feel Karen tremble a little when she told me this part. “As soon as you left I went and picked them up. I was actually a little surprised as to how much cum you had left in them.”

“Well,” I said as I pulled down on her hips, “you were quite the hottie back then.”

“Mmm,” she hummed as she looked down at me. “You know I carried those panties in my pussy for almost three days?”

“What?!” I stated in amusement as I took my hands off her hips and laced my fingers together behind my head. “How did you get them in there?”

For just a moment Karen bit her bottom lip before this wicked little grin came across her face. “When I saw all of that cum in the crotch of my panties I didn’t want to waste it. So, I place them on the top of my bed post with your cum facing up and I sat down.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing as I felt Karen squeeze my cock really hard. “I made sure to sit all the way down so they were as far up inside me as they could go. Then I stood up and tucked the rest up in there with my fingers.”

I was dumbfounded as I took in what my sister just confessed to me. “And this is what made you want to fuck me?” I asked as her gaze returned to me.

“Well, it was that and the time I watched you fuck the hell out of Becky Blackburn in the garage,” she said as she began riding up and down my shaft again in earnest. “I remember seeing that big beautiful cock of yours stab her over and over between her legs. When she orgasmed and you shot your load into her I knew right then that I had to have you at least once.”

“Really?” I was somewhat amused because I had never imagined my kid sister wanting to have anything to do with me other than to pester me.

“I waited and waited for my chance until your graduation party.” As she said this she brought her hands up to maul at her tits again. “And then, everything just fell into place.”

I looked up at her with new found amazement as she steadily fucked me in a nice slow grind. “I am glad you finally got what you wanted.” I said as I placed my hands on her hips in preparation for another good sound fucking.

“Actually,” she stated as she slid all the way down my shaft, “I got quite a bit more than I had expected.” Suddenly I froze in place. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as a wave of pure panic suddenly rolled over me. Karen was biting her bottom lip with a slight look of anxiety about her as she mulled for a moment. I guess you could say I knew what was coming. “Do you remember that I got pregnant that summer?”

“Yes.” I responded quickly as I swallowed really hard. “I also remember that you never told mom and dad who the father was.”

“Yea,” she stated as she looked down toward my belly button. “You see, Allison (that’s Karen’s daughter) is not your niece. She’s your daughter.” As soon as she revealed the truth to me she tensed up and froze in place.

I think, at that very moment, my heart quit beating. I really didn’t know what to say even if I could have spoken out loud. All kinds of visions of things that could have been, the missed birthdays, jail time, you name it all flashed through my head at the speed of light. “But why didn’t you say something to me?!” I retorted quickly.

“Oh yea, right…” she stated with just a bit of a huff. “What was I supposed to say? Hey Dave I fucked you really hard when you were passed out drunk and got pregnant? That would have gone over like a ton of bricks.”

She was once again looking me dead in the eye as she just sat motionless on my cock. “Actually,” I calmly stated while pulling down on her hips, “I probably would have asked to fuck you again so I could see just how good your pussy was while I was awake.”

This broad smile came across Karen’s face as my answer touched her hidden feelings. Instantly she squeezed my cock really hard with her pussy before she began sliding up and down again. “It seems like you like it pretty good now,” she stated with a gasp as a small orgasm rippled through her. “You’ve fucked me enough this year to fill up a condom the size of the Hindenburg.”

Karen was right. We had fucked a lot since I had introduced her to the hypnosis program, and never once had I used a condom while we fucked. Was I in for another surprise like Allison? And what about Allison? She was now 40 and had grown up without a father. “So tell me, does Allison know who her real father is?”

“No,” Karen replied as she pressed her crotch down hard on to me only to roll her hips around and around. “I told her that her father was killed in a car accident the same night I had fucked him. That is why I decided to keep her because she was the only remembrance of him I had.”

It was right now that reality hit me in the face like a wrecking ball dropped from an airplane. “Holy shit!” I exclaimed as I suddenly sat up and almost threw my sister to the floor. “You say Allison is my daughter?”

“Yes,” Karen replied as she slid off my cock so she could sit upright in between my legs.

“Are you positive?” I asked very animatedly as the news I was about to tell her was going to scramble our lives in a way she had never even remotely dreamed of.

“Yes, I’m positive,” she reiterated as she now looked at me with a slight bit of worry to her face. “Why?”

I was almost to the point of choking when I looked her directly in the eyes and hammered her with some news of my own. “You know her husband, Kevin … he’s my son. That day you referred to when I fucked the hell out of Becky in the garage. I knocked her up.”

Instantaneously I watched all of the expression bleed out of her face as she now realized that our incestuous daughter was married to her half-brother and they already had 3 kids! We both just sat perfectly still and stared at each other. Again the whirlwind of images and thoughts spun in my head as I tried to assimilate everything I had just learned.

“Holy fucking shit!” Karen stated as her hand went to her crotch only to start feverishly digging around. “That is just about the hottest fucking thing I have ever heard of!” Before I could even formulate a response Karen was back on me. Pushing me back onto the bed she was straddled over my waist with my cock plugging her hole faster than I could react. “We can never tell them,” she quickly blurted out before she locked her mouth onto mine and started to fuck me at an incredibly furious rate. I grabbed Karen’s hips with my hands and began thrusting up into her as hard as I could while she whined in pure bliss. We were both lost into a realm that excited us to no end.

By 1 in the morning we were both exhausted. There is no telling how many times I came in my sister, but when you consider that the bed sheets were soaked from corner to corner it had to have been a lot. Laying there spooned together with my cock inside her; it was nice to have a warm body in my bed again.

“You know,” Karen said as she fiddled with the fingers on my left hand. “I wish that had been us.”

“What do you mean?” I asked as I propped myself up on my right elbow so I could look at her face over her shoulder.

“Well, Allison is married to her half-brother and she doesn’t even know it.” She said as she pieced together all of the information that had just come to light. “And she fucks him very regularly from what she tells me.” As she said this her fingers began tracing a circle around my ring finger of my left hand. “I just wish I could have married you and made a bunch of babies with you.” When she said this she looked up out of the corner of her eye at me and smiled.

“You do realize, don’t you,” I said in a very flat and plane tone of voice, “that your name would not have changed? Your name would still be Karen Hampton.”

“No,” she quickly interjected as she twisted her torso so she could get a better look at me. “It would be Karen Hampton Hampton.” With that said she burst out laughing.

Leave it to my sister to come up with something so corny. It was a little amusing when I thought about the absurdity of it, but it was something that definitely wouldn’t happen. “Let’s get cleaned up,” I said as I pulled out of her and rolled off my funk soaked bed. “Hit the shower while I strip the bed down.”

“Party pooper,” my sister replied just before she disappeared into the bathroom.

The dynamics on my home front were in the midst of some really radical changes. I am not going to lie to any of you. I love fucking my sister. Aside from the fact that she has slimmed down and become an extremely hot babe at the age of 58, she is a dynamic partner and just overall an outstanding person. Working with my sister toward a common goal would be a piece of cake. And when I thought about it, the logistics were so simple it bordered on the criminal. I mean, why not push a few boundaries in your lifetime? When are you going to have the chance to do it again? And even then, are you going to be physically able to do it? I had made my decision in those few short minutes while I changed my bedding for something considerably dryer. When the bathroom door swung open I had my future laid out in front of me.

“Karen,” I said as I stepped into the middle of the small area for her to exit the bathroom. “I want you to move in with me.”

Karen looked at me as she tucked the towel that was wrapped around her torso under its edge just above her right tit. “Oh really?” She half stated and half mocked as she stepped up to me because I was in her way.

“I’m serious,” I retorted as I moved to stop her progress into the room. “I want you to move in with me and live here.”

Karen just stood for a moment while the gears spun around in her head. I could tell she was seriously weighing in the idea of getting laid every night as this big broad smile came across her face. “What are we going to tell Allison?” she said as she grabbed another towel to dry her still wet hair. “She’s going to wonder why I moved in with my brother when I already have a nice apartment.”

I stepped up closer to my sister and brought my hand up between her legs. “We’ll just tell her that I have to do more traveling with my job and that it makes better economic sense for us to share a place.” As I said this I cupper pussy with my hand and pushed my ring and middle fingers up into her. This had the effect of eliciting a very nice smile from her. “I mean that’s if you want to move in with me,” I said as I began to dig into her by wiggling my fingers back and forth across her G spot.

“Seeing as you are so convincing,” she said as she took a small step to the side to spread her legs a little more, “I suppose it would be a fantastic idea.” With a smile and a little twist of her head she offered her mouth up for a nice kiss. I slept with my cock inside my sister for the remainder of the night while we lay spooned together. It felt so good to have a warm body next to me all night, and I slept like a rock because of it. This was the beginning of the best stretch of my life!

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The next day was the beginning of the ‘family’ transformation. Karen and I fucked really hard before breakfast and our morning shower together. It was going to be a bit of a change for me in that I would not be alone in the apartment anymore. Shower and toilet time would now be split between us so I was going to have to do some additional planning. After breakfast we went and rented a little moving truck so we could haul her necessities to my place, and to move her furniture into storage. We were operating like a well-oiled machine as we moved her things into my apartment. It was on my fifth or sixth trip to the truck when the landlord came striding up to inquire about what was going on.

“Good morning Dave,” the senior gentleman said as he stopped at the rear corner of the moving truck. “What have we got going here.”

“Good morning Mr. Marcus,” I said as I set the box down I was carrying. Just as I was about to address his question Karen came walking back out to the truck. “Karen,” I said as I looked at my approaching sister. “This is Mr. Marcus,” I said as I gestured toward the elderly man. “He’s the landlord here.”

“Hello,” Karen said as she gently grasped his outstretched hand.

“Hello back,” he responded as her gave her hand a gentle shake. “So you’re the young lady that we have seen going in and out of David’s apartment.”

“Yep,” Karen responded with a big smile, “That would be me.”

“Well it’s nice to finally put a name to such a pretty face,” the old man mused as he gave my sister a little wink. “You know David, if your girlfriend is going to move in with you we will have to change your lease to show the double occupancy.”

“Oh she’s not my girlfriend,” I suddenly blurted out without thinking.

“She’s not?” The old man got a little puzzled look on his face before he asked his next question. “Then who are you?”

Before I could say a word Karen sealed the deal. “I’m his wife.”

To say that I was shocked would have been like waking up with a cattle prod stuck up my ass. I was simply going to tell him that she was my sister and that she was going to be staying with me for a while. “His wife?” the old man asked as he looked from Karen over to me. “Why you old hound dog you,” he said with a big smile. “This is a surprise. Congratulations!”

“Thank you,” I responded as I shook his hand. “It’s been quite a surprise for all of us I think.”

“Look,” he said as he leaned over toward me, “If you won’t tell anyone I will just add her name on to your lease and we will call it a done deal, how’s that?”

“Mr. Marcus,” I said in disbelief as events were just popping right and left completely out of my control. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Nonsense,” he said as he threw his hand up in quick protest. “You’ve been one of our best tenants for the last 10 years,” he said as he stood up as straight as he could. “Besides, it’s the only wedding gift I can afford to give you.”

“You’re too kind,” Karen quickly said before she leaned over and gave the old man a kiss on the cheek.

Quickly the old man looked around to see if the coast was clear. “I hope my wife didn’t see that,” he said as he brought his fingers up to caress his cheek where Karen had kissed him. “She’s terrible jealous.” We all gave a quick little laugh before he continued. “Well, if you can just give me your driver’s license little lady, I’ll go get the paperwork straightened out.”

“Sur thing,” Karen responded before she quickly spun around to retrieve the document from her purse.

“You’ve got a real winner there Dave,” he said as he watched Karen’s tight little ass disappear through the door. “I’m happy for you.”

“Thank you Mr. Marcus,” I responded as Karen returned with the card in her hand. “She’s great. I feel like I have known her all of my life.”

“Here you go,” Karen said cheerfully as she handed the card to the old man.

“Karen Elaine Hampton,” he said out loud as he read the name on the card. “That has a nice ring to it. I’ll get this back to you directly,” he said before he turned around and headed back toward the complex office.

We both just stood there and watched the old man leave. When he disappeared past the corner of the building I turned to face my sister. “My wife?” I said in more disbelief than anything.

“Yea,” Karen said as she stepped back into the back of the truck to get another box. “Mrs. Hampton. I like the sound of that.”

“Well it’s a done deal now,” I stated as I reached down to pick up the box I had just set down.

“Look at it this way,” Karen said as she led the way back into my apartment. “I don’t have to change any of my documents, and you just got a wife for free!”

The simplicity of the whole ordeal was absurd. With my sister now living with me, the balance I had been apparently missing settled in like putting my hand into a glove. Karen and I spent virtually every spare moment fucking like there was no tomorrow. I guess we were trying to make up for the last 40 years we had lived apart. One thing is for certain, the two weeks of Rebecca’s absence went by very quickly. Her return to the office was not only welcomed, but revealing as well.

The End Ch6