Journey to Love. Pt. 12

To take one's lover to the heights of passion is like a hot air balloon ride. The journey of our lovers and siblings goes to new heights. Which incidentally also takes one to the depths of love.

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Jack

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Ten minutes before my alarm went off I woke up. My body clock does that. Carefully I got out of bed and turned off my alarm. I could see a faint outline of my naked sister in the blue light of phone chargers and appliances that insist one should see them all the time. I stretched and contemplated what to do. I didn't really need a shower.

Swim, yes perfect. I crept out the back door and shimmied into the cold water. Invigorating to say the least. I swam a few very short laps. The pool was about eight metres so I did some tumble turns. Then I floated.

Wow best move ever. It was a moonless morning. The sky was filled with the universe. Billions of stars no one could count. As I always did, I found the Southern Cross and calculated south. Floating beneath the Milky Way on a night like this was awesome. I watched a Satellite pass over.

The water became warm. The air was chilled. It's like that. It's the nice thing about swimming at night. My thoughts turned to today. Big in many ways. But most importantly and perhaps significantly was my proposing. Loosing my virginity might appear significant to the young man I was. But marriage is an ongoing commitment. I didn't want to throw the moment away on a quick root. But then today I would likely have both gifts. Gifts from my precious sister. A yes and a yes.

I thought about it mathematically. Two positives, did they make a negative? In this case love can't be derived into a formula. But then in C++ it did. One adds to the other allowing growth. So maybe it does, but I was looking for exponential growth. The sort that takes up the fight against entropy.

Shit I've not though of school learning all year. Why spoil the day with science and maths? I decided to get out and check the time. But then today did rely on our understanding of Science. Hot air rises. Up up and away. Without it there would be no romantic proposal. At least the one I planned.

I dried and padded to my phone. Opps it was twenty five past. I was now cold. Talking of entropy I needed warming and Sophie needed waking. Cheekily I slipped into bed and wrapped myself on her warm body.

"Jack, fuck you're cold." Sophie tried to push me away.

"Wake up darling we have to be gone in thirty minutes."

"What there are not better ways to wake me?"

"I can think of a few but they would take more than thirty minutes."

My slightly pissed off sister jumped on me and started tickling me.

"This had better be worth it. What the fuck could you have planned that requires us to get up at this god forsaken hour. And Jack, how did you get so cold?"

"Swimming under the starlight."

"I want to roll over and go back to sleep."

"Well we are getting picked up in twenty five minutes so I think you had better get dressed."

I flipped her on her back and kissed her. My shrivelled soft dick barely made contact with her groin as I ground into her.

"Listen you need to get dressed in your warmest stuff. I suggest layers so you can strip a bit later in the morning. Plus we need to put on our runners."

I jumped off her and started dressing. I had some chinos that were warmer than my jeans. I put undies on underneath. I doubt I've worn undies at all this three weeks.

Mumbling, Sophie went to the bathroom and splashed her face.

"Jack,"she yelled, "if this doesn't mean I get fucked by the end of the day you are dead meat."

I quietly packed the engagement ring in my day pack along with some snacks for us, plus some fresh fruit from the fruit bowl.

"Ten minutes and a guy will be knocking on our door darling."

Sophie dashed in and started dressing.

"You're serious aren't you?"

"Deadly. Jack don't rise this early even to milk cows."

It was the fastest I'd seen my sister dress. Mind you I had mainly seen her undress. My shoes on, I took pity and gave her a big hug and kiss.

"That's a deposit on the day, I think the loving can only go up from here." I giggled. "Mmm must give more hints."

"Don't laugh Jack. Promises promises."

"You think I'm full of hot air?"

I checked my phone, opps forgot to do that. I was dead meat if I had a text.

Well I did have a text, shit. I opened it but it said 'see you in five.'

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Make sure you have your phone."

"Do we need swimmers?"

"No, not even when we get back here."

We grabbed a few last things.

"What about drinks?" Sophie asked.

"Good idea."

I grabbed some bottled water from the fridge and added it to my day pack.

"We need to travel light or we may not..."

"May not what?"

"Halfway through that sentence I sort of decided I couldn't finish it and not give stuff away, Sophie."

Next we heard a car horn.

"That's our ride."

"I'm glad we are not taking Daisy. It's too dark."

We bundled outside in the dark. Two posh four wheel drives greeted us in the driveway.

"Is this a kidnap Jack?"

"Sort of, but only if you consider yourself a kid."

For that I got an elbow in the ribs. Both cars had trailers attached. We were met by the lead vehicles driver.

"Hi Jack, Sophie. Welcome to Flights of Fantasy. I'm Jim."

"Great to meet you at last Jim. All good for the morning."

"It couldn't be more perfect. Hop in and we will get underway."

"By the way, Sophie has no idea what we are doing."

"You did that well."

My sister clung to me as we moved to share the back seat.

"No fair Jack. It had better be good Jim? Whatever it is. What's in the trailers?"

"That's our means of transport. Let's just say that Jack is not a Basket case."

"I'm not going in an ultra light, just saying that now."

"I think I had better let her know, Jim. Remember the clue for Canowindra Sophie?"

"Look to the sky's, so we are flying."

"Sort of darling. Try up up and away."

I got blank looks.

"Then around the world in....."

"Your kidding, what! A balloon ride."

"We are going to need all the hot air we can muster darling."

"We are going Hot Air Ballooning?"

Suddenly I got a huge hug and cuddle.

"How romantic. Wow."

"Followed by a Champaign Breakfast."

"We have about a forty minute drive to our launch site, so we should be lifting off just before sunrise." Jim added.

My sister was almost beside herself with joy.

"This has been on my bucket list in like forever. I forgive you Jack for the early morning wake up. Please forgive me for doubting you."

"I've been busting to say something. I was afraid you would look up Canowindra and discover my intent."

Jim chuckled loudly.

"What's funny so Jim? "

"It's just the way you say Canowindra."

"What say that again?"

"Canowindra. It's pronounced 'Can- own as in town- dra.' Can-own-dra'"

"What no wonder Grandpa chuckled. My Grandpa that is, the one who sent us on this wild goose chase."

"I love your Grandpa for it too Sophie. Great move to see if I'm really committed to his wonderful Granddaughter. Canowindra, that explains that drover's reaction as well."

"But Ted and Melinda said nothing when we pronounced it that way?"

"Don't worry," Jim added. "It's a running joke in the district. People who are local love pulling the wool over newbies eyes. It's the great local joke. Rather like Drop bears are on a National scale."

"Or in the case of Albany and Albury then." I added, "that's funny."

"I know where Albury is but where is Albany?" Sophie asked.

"In Western Australia darling."

I watched the light dawn on my sisters face. You mean it's Albany not All-bany. I always said it like Albury."

"Exactly." We all had a good chuckle.

"Can I ask where you came across Ted and Melinda?"

"In Cumnock. We stayed there two nights ago."

"I thought it might be. Our two kids are great friends of theirs. You'll meet them soon. They are in the other car with their mother. They are part of the launch crew."

Sophie dug me in the ribs and whispered in my ear.

"You don't suppose?"

"So Jack, Jillian and Gerry are taking over the business one day. They are about your age. Jillian has her Ballooning licence already and Gerry is putting in a few more hours before he can gets his. If you decide to fly again later in the week, they'll be your pilots."

"So how easy is it to learn to be a pilot?" I asked.

"Almost as hard as being an aircraft pilot. It's a very regulated and safe industry these days. When my wife, Rachel and I started, it was in the early days. But a few unfortunate accidents showed the need for good training.

"So the big Balloning festival, that must be a awesome sight."

"Yep. Flying with and among all those balloons is incredible. We were part of the early pioneering group that put Canowindra on the world ballooning map."

"So have you flown in interesting places?"

"All around the world in fact. Normally we rent Balloons when we travel outside of Australia. Here we often go as a family."

"I guess that's expensive."

"Definitely, this business keeps our local flying financed. But we have been fortunate to have inherited enough to do our world travel off the interest. Also we rent balloons to qualified Pilots. But often we swap balloons when visiting our international friends."

"Like vacation swaps."

"Exactly."

We swung into a local sports ground.

"Okay you two, we need you to help, it's mainly unfolding the Balloon and holding ropes while we inflate. Gerry will give you gloves. You need them to protect from rope burn. In case we get an unexpected gust. If you ever feel like you can't hold on. Just let go. Better the balloon gets a bit away from us than we have an injury. It's why we only fly on still days.

"Jillian will run you through some occupational health and safety stuff. There is a toilet block over there, I suggest using it before we are ready to leave. I do suggest doing number twos if you can. That can be awkward once off the ground."

"Gee the things one doesn't think of when going Ballooning."

"Will we feel seasick?" Sophie asked.

"It happens sometimes but very rarely. It's a very gentle ride. But if it happens, then it's like a boat. Spew with the wind."

Jillian ran us through some safety instructions and showed us how to fit our harnesses. We would be tethered to the basket. Just in case a basket tips. Unlikely but possible. Most things were simply sensible.

Then it was all hands on deck unfolding the balloon and assisting in the inflation. We got allocated ropes and I could still take photos of the balloon beginning to rise in the dawn light. Jim told us our basket was a mid-size. The size of the outfit depended on passengers. The more weight the bigger the balloon and heavier the gas tanks, everything scaled.

Jillian saw our day packs safety stored in the basket and weights were secured to hold us still until we took off. It was an amazing sight seeing the scale and size of the balloon close up. Nothing like I imagined watching TV images or movies. Soon it was a toilet run and then harnessing up. There was little time to think. It was all action. Finally we boarded as the last of the balloon was filled as it floated above us.

"It's noisy Jack." Sophie shouted.

"Not what you expect."

"It will be until we get up. Remember we are right underneath the burner." Jim told us.

We started rising on our tether and suddenly we were floating. Tethers and weights released, we rose gently but quickly in the initial phase to ensure we cleared tree height, then it was a gentle rise with the heat cutting in and out.

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Sophie

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I watched the land slip away beneath us. It was that fairytale miniature world that appeared below us. Jack made himself busy helping pull in the tether ropes and securing using them.

"I'm impressed Jack, where did you learn rope skills."

"I did a bit of scouting. Mainly Absailing as a venturer."

Wow something I didn't know, I thought. Jack might have had a disrupted childhood being farmed out all over the place, but it gave him some skills. Job done, Jim told us to relax and enjoy the ride.

Soon we were in each others arms. Snuggling in the colder air which got colder as we rose. Eventually we were at what was a cruising height and we drifted slowly over the landscape. Jack turned me around and kissed me. It was a long and passionate kiss.

I wondered if one could join the mile high club on a balloon? But then the harnesses would make that nigh impossible. As would the company of a pilot. But when would Jack actually propose? We spent a lot of time excitedly pointing out land features and trying to guess names.

Jim pointed out the support vehicles scurrying ahead of us. They were white matchbox cars. I guess they knew where we would probably end up. Jim was steering the ballon as well.

Jack left my side and I saw him hand his phone to Jim. It wasn't a surprise as I knew it was happening today, but it was clear that this was the moment. It didn't make me any less giddy with excitement.

Jack bent down to retrieve something from his bag then enfolded me in another kiss. I looked at him in loving expectation. My handsome Jack, my big brave Brother Jack. My spunky Brother with whom I have shared all my sexual experiences with. I watched him as he tried to go down on one knee, but then pull up again. Puzzling how to do this, he moved me around into a corner. I think more for the camera angle which Jim had running. Finally he put one knee up against the basket edge. He took my hand and opened a small box.

"Sophie my darling. Will you marry me?"

"Yes Jack yes!"

I immediately moved into him and kissed him passionately.

He took my hand and I was shaking with excitement. Carefully he took the ring out and suddenly dropped the box.

"Shit the ring."

My heart stopped.

"Only kidding." He carefully placed the ring on my finger.

"Jack my loveable br.. bastard." Shit I nearly brother. "I love you so much. Even if you are a dag."

We kissed again and Jim offered congratulations. Then we snuggled, Jack pressed into my back as I gazed at the ring on my finger, and showed it off to the camera.

Whoosh, the gas's fired and we rose again.

"Sorry to break the moment with the firing, I tried to hold off as long as I could." Jim apologised.

The next hour was spent in a shared flight of fantasy. It truly was a fantasy land up here. Jack was my Peter Pan and I was his Tinker Bell. Floating in a wonderful Neverland. Neverland where one never really gets married, or grows up. I sighed to myself. But nonetheless this was real, not a fairytale. Would we have a fairytale ending? Happily ever after. In this moment I believed we would.

We kissed and made out at intervals between gazing in wonder. Jack was making the best of the phone as well. Taking video and zooming in on some things. But mainly he was here for me. Much of the time the phone remained in his pocket. I don't think I got mine out once.

"Our photo Jack, for Grandpa. Jim can you take some stills for us?"

"Certainly."

We smiled beaming at the camera. With curvature of the earth providing an amazing backdrop.

"Should we send it now. Check if we have reception Jack."

"We should,"Jim said, "not much gets in the way of a signal up here."

We selected a safe photo to send. I noticed we were slowly descending.

"All good things must come to an end you two love birds. We will be landing very soon."

Just then the phone rang.

"I looked at Jack." He nodded.

"Hi Grandpa. It was a video call once again. Jack moved it so Grandpa got the view."

"Can't talk now we are about to land."

I heard him say congratulations, but what did he mean? Congratulations for having a ride on a Balloon or had he guessed? The whoosh of the gas happened and Jack wisely said a hurried goodbye and hung up.

Then it was all hands on deck. Jim instructed us to take a rope each and be ready to cast it overboard. We saw the support cars below and Jim masterfully steered our decent toward the three people on the ground preparing for our landing.

"Okay now."

The ropes unfurled downward and Jim let out some air from some vents in the top and magically we touched down with a gentle bump.

"Stay put. We need your weight as ballast."

The balloon deflated gently and the team directed its fall away from the basket. There was no wind so it was an easy process.

"Be careful of the burner it will be hot. Just make sure nothing drapes over it." Jim instructed as we begin to pack. We kissed again. It was funny being back on land.

"Okay you can get out now.

Rachel helped me over, and as she did she saw my ring. She hugged me instinctually.

"Congratulations. We were thinking this would happen today. One of the best things about running this business."

Jack couldn't help himself and set about helping the guys with settling down the bladder.

"Leave them to it Jack, breakfast is ready."

Jack bounded over and cuddled me as we walked over to a carefully laden and decorated table. White linen service with silver platters and champagne on ice.

Jack held my chair out and saw me seated. Then seated himself, he took my hand, my ring hand, and gently kissed it. He opened the champagne and filled our flutes.

"Rachel could you take a photo?"

He handed her his phone and then got lost in my eyes. I don't think he once looked at the photographer. We toasted our future. Referred to each other as our fiancé and revelled in the romance.

"Jack this is so beautiful, sitting here with my handsome fiancé. Taken to the sky and back. Wow what a way to propose."

"You had no idea?"

"Not a clue. Although I was hoping it wouldn't be parachute jumping. This my darling, was the way to fly."

"So important question. Do you want to do it again this week? Grandpa said we were to spend on experiences. We can afford it."

"After that ride, yes please. I'm even happy to do another early morning wake up. I could even go another breakfast like this." I was definitely very hungry.

We had been served a hot chicken and salad breakfast with fresh bagels, pastries. Fresh juices and barista coffee.

"This champagne is going to my head Sophie, lucky I'm not driving."

"This Breakfast is almost brunch and may end up lunch. I hope I'm not too sugar doped for our afternoon special."

"Me too big boy. But these chocolate brioche are to die for."

We could finish in our good time, but eventually it was time to move. The balloon had been stowed. Rachel and Gerry were hanging around in the background. Once we stood up they looked keen to talk with us.

"Dad said you might be interested in flying with us again this week?" Gerry asked.

"Definitely and it's a yes. We both want to do it again." I said as I leant into Jack making love sick eyes with him. Because I was, at that moment, very love sick.

I looked at them together for the first time.

"Are you twins?" Jillian looked at Gerry, I could see her loving gaze.

"Jillian's older by twenty minutes. And she lets me know it."

"But it's clear you get on very well considering you're brother and sister."

"I wouldn't swap her for the world, but we have our moments."

"Changing subjects, how do you know Ted and Melinda?" Jillian asked.

"Quite by accident. We needed a place to stay between Dubbo and here so it was a spur of the moment call to do that at Cumnock."

I could see Melinda's face drop a bit. I was on alert to it, as I knew Ted and Melinda's mission to support siblings in love. Could this be another couple?

"Hang on why did you need to stay on your way from Dubbo, it's very close." Gerry enquired.

"Oh, you don't know about our car." I answered.

"Maybe when we go out next you can stop off at our digs for lunch and a swim. We can show you the car and give you a ride. But we may leave that as a surprise. Reward for being fantastic pilots." Jack said

"But that's not conditional, if the weather doesn't go our way come over anyway."

"We would love to. It would be great to hang out with people our age. Most of our clients are Grey Nomads filling bucket lists."

"Deal, so Monday. Sunday if the weather is good. We could do Tuesday but we may need to move from our current digs."

"I don't think that will be a problem. We know the owners. It's free all next week." Gerry said.

Jillian giggled. "You're a tease Gerry. We actually own it. It's our house. We have it on air B&B."

"It's our investment property. Mum and Dad's is board free and they are very supportive. So why not. It makes good money to pay for our Ballooning habit."

"I think your folks are ready to go and I want to take my new fiancé home and give him a special reward for today. If you get my drift."

"Well I think Jack deserves it. He managed to have kept this secret, plus treat you to such a romantic occasion."

"True, but the love we share can't be bought at any price."

Jillian squealed in delight and hugged me. "I can't wait till Monday. It will be so great to share our ballooning life with you."

"And us, the tales of our travels."

As we piled back in the car, Jim commented.

"It's so good to see our young ones socialising a bit. They are so dedicated in what they do. Gerry holds down a few casual jobs in town and Jillian is doing the accounting for the family business, as well as studying the subject at Uni. But I'll let them fill you in on that."

"I'll transfer the balance for today when I get home Jim, and put in a deposit for the next flight as well. Well home being back at where we are staying." Jack informed him.

I giggled. "Yes we don't have a home yet. But he did carry me over the threshold last night."

"True, home is where Daisy is."

"So when I drop you off, is it okay if I have a quick look at Daisy? I assume it's the car Jack mentioned when he was booking."

"Sure thing. It is the real reason we are here enjoying your services. We would not be together, nor engaged, if not for Daisy."

"So tell us about this trip."

Jack started sharing a very edited version of our journey and purpose set up by Sophie's grandpa's wicked sense of humour. Plus the challenges he has laid out.

I snuggled into Jack from the middle seat and drifted off to sleep.

I woke as we stopped at the farm house. Jack took Jim over to look at Daisy and I excused myself and went inside. I came back out immediately, as I realised I hadn't thanked him. Finally I disappeared to organise some thing special for my man.

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Jack

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"Nude swim darling? I think we need to wake up."

Sophie popped her head out of the bedroom.

"Put these on Jack. I want to be able to take something off later."

She dangled my budgie smugglers out the door whilst keeping herself covered.

"I'll join you in a few minutes. Jump in."

"Strange, but Ok."

I stripped there and then, and put them on. It was strange having my tackle confined again. I got the need for a refreshing swim though. I don't think I was ready just to go straight into virgin territory yet.

I did a horsie into the water. God that felt good. Followed by a few laps then I stood and looked to the house. My anticipation as up. What was my Sister planning?

"My bloody oath YES!"

I fist pumped the air. Shit. What a vision. Sophie sort of shyly walked out the back door.

"That is stunning darling, you are beautiful and I just went hard as, crap."

She was wearing the last bikini set I had saved in my spank bank. The little Daisy-Yellow ittsie, bittsie, tiny, weeny bikini. It consisted of two micro triangles barely able to hold her generous breasts. Actually barely able to cover her nipples. The bottom triangle managed cover the newly cropped pubic hair, but nothing else. That rest was string. I watched mesmerised as she seductively walked to the pool. If there was a bottom to the fabric it had disappeared between the swollen lips of her sex. Her labia minor covered more than the bikini did.

I groaned. "You bought it. I can't believe you bought it. Like back then when you were still so shy. Fuck."

I watched, with my mouth still wide open, as she descended the steps into the cool water. I actually could not move. I was so stunned. She giggled that cute infectious giggle of her's.

"Just the reaction I wanted. This one is definitely for your eyes only."

My sexy, very hot, little Sister traversed the water to me and draped her arms around my neck.

"It's not a sexy neglige, but I wanted something to turn you on before we go to bed."

"Wow my cock is loaded. I might not make it to that blowjob you promised, but I certainly need something to take the pressure off, so I can actually make love to you."

Sophie moved down my body and pulled herself underwater using my torso as a pole. She ran her hands all over me. It was turning me on to know that, while covered, that incredible bikini was tantalising my mind. That's it, turn a guy's mind on and his dick will follow. I had seen my sister nude plenty of times by now. We had so done so much sexually together, but this raised me to another level.

I pulled her up to my level and my waiting lips. My eyes drank in the sight of the water flowing over her skin and trickling between her breasts, which were held together by string and yellow.

As we kissed passionately, I felt her hand untie my speedos and delve in to hold my aching penis. She led me to the steps. I stepped up one step and my penis was exposed and almost level with her breasts.

She ducked a little and placed it between those magnificent breasts and began moving me in and out of her cleavage. It was too much. It was what I needed. Her mouth followed, and I thrust into its slippery wetness.

"I'm going to cum darling."

"That's my intention, let the backlog out, so this penis can spend a good while taking my virginity. She whispered in a throaty voice over my cock.

Her voice vibrating on my cock did it. "Cumming."

She took the first load in her mouth then the next few over her bikini covered breasts.

"Take me to the bedroom, make me yours forever."

I scooped her up, and dripping, took her to the bathroom, where fluffy towels waited.

"Leave the bikini on a bit Jack. I think it will get you hard again."

Once again I carried her to the bedroom, which had the curtains closed and was lit by a myriad of candles.

I carefully placed her in the centre of the carefully laid out towel. I lay her down and kneeling, I bent to kiss her lower yellow triangle.

"Just making sure you're wet darling. Also I can't get enough of this bikini."

I licked my way along the string. Granted it had a mixed flavour of Sophie and pool chlorine. I dipped my tongue into her centre. Then up to her clit. I took a bit of time there, building her anticipation. But before she came moved to her hips where I used my teeth to untie her strings. Then back to her core where I slurped the ittsie, bittsie, tiny, weeny yellow triangle into my mouth and pulled it up her body, dragging the lower string through her lips as I went.

"Jack, I'm ready, stop playing."

I kissed her and passed her sodden bikini bottom to her in the kiss.

"Jack!"

I then proceeded to remove her top but with my fingers. By now I was rock hard. I leant over my very turned on Sister.

"Do you want me on top or below for this?"

"On top, I want you to take me. I want to see you above me, parting my lips with that monster, while I hold you tight."

I got the gist and spread my weight on her. Slowly we kissed and made precious love with our mouths. All the while our hands roamed and felt out our needs. My hard penis ground her core. I was now in no hurry. I wanted us to enjoy this once in a lifetime experience. It was an exquisite time of mural love. We folded our legs in and our of each others in slow movements.

Then the moment happened. I had moved down a bit and my penis slipped toward Sophie's waiting virgin hole. Instinctually I pushed and prodded until I was seated. My glans snug in her waiting entrance. I leant up on my elbows, and gazed into the eyes of my sweet, sweet sister and lover. She gave a slight nod of approval and took hold of my buttocks. Sophie's legs spread wider and silently I pushed some more. I could feel her body open slightly and my head moved into her waiting space.

I leant and kissed her. A deep passionate kiss. I felt her as she quaked in a small silent cum.

"I'm sorry sis but I think this next bit might hurt."

I could see the anticipation on her face, mixed with fear, steeling herself for the pain. The most she had had in her was a single finger or tampon. I was much much thicker.

She pulled at my hips and I bore down. I could feel my stiff penis constricted. Pushing up against her maidenhood.

As if by a signal in the depths of our eyes I gave a solid push at the same time that Sophie thrust upwards.

"Fuck! Yes. fuck stop. Wait."

Sophie lay still beneath me and I looked down to see more than half my penis had entered her. I waited.

"So tight," she gasped. Tears formed at the edge of her eyes. "Stings a bit."

"Tell me when." I was not going to backtrack and loose the territory gained.

"That's better, more Jack give me everything."

Slowly I pushed further, and with the barrier broken, I was able to slide my length into her snug tightness.

"That feels amazing Sophie darling. You are wrapped all around me."

I took her hand and placed it between our groins so she could feel our union.

"We are no longer virgins, big brother."

We kissed and without moving out I ground Sophie's fingers onto her clit with my body.

"Keep doing that Jack I need to come. God I'm going to Cuuuuuum."

All up and down my stiff intrusion, her vaginal muscles spasmed. I gritted my teeth as I tried to delay coming myself. It was only her tightness that prevented me joining her.

"I want to see as you pull out a bit Jack."

I perched up on my hands and dragged a pillow under her head. We both watched intently and I moved out a few inches. There was clearly blood, colouring my withdrawing penis. I kissed her. No longer married by mosquito bites. This was the real deal.

"Jack," Sophie slapped my butt hard and I slammed back in.

"Crap that was good. Do it again."

I moved out the same amount and quickly drove back in.

"Yes, that's good."

I came out a bit more and began to get a rhythm. I moved back down pressing her breasts to my chest and thrust. Her legs wrapped around me and I kissed her. Slowly I moved my body in time with hers.

"I love you Sophie." and started to suckle her neck.

"Yes Jack, faster. I like it". We started to thrust more urgently.

"I'm going to cum soon Sophie."

"Me too, fill me Jack."

Next we were thrusting fast in joint passion, our groins grinding at their conjunction.

"I love you Sophie. Fuck I love you so much my sexy sister."

I clamped on to her neck with my mouth and my body churned its seminal fluid up the length of my penis.

"I love you Jack yes, I can feel you coming. Arhhh."

Jointly we fell over the cliff of fulfilment and slammed into our mutual climax. My penis was buried as deep as I could go in my final release. I slumped, but made sure not to crush my lover.

"Stay in me Jack."

I did and we looked into each others eyes with joy and amazement. I could feel my sisters vagina trying to suck my sperm further into her depths. Finally her orgasm stopped. Her body relaxed with mine. Careful not to withdraw I rolled her on top of me. I was happy to take all her weight.

Suddenly Sophie was crying, then I was crying with her. Our emotions finally released from our weeks of buildup and frustration. They were happy tears, although I could feel that Sophie also had some pain. Slowly she played with my chest. Feeling again my now sweaty body. The aroma of sex filled our flaring nostrils as we sucked breath into our lungs.

"I love you Jack. That was perfect."

She ground some more and my penis, which was starting to go limp, stiffened with her movement.

"Shit I can feel you growing. Yes I want more."

With Sophie on top she took control and started to move her hips into me. She gained pace as my penis hardened to fullness again.

She sat up and I moved further in. I had no idea that was possible. I rose my hips up to meet her and before I knew it she was lifting herself right up. Almost to my penis exiting, then dropped down again. I could read pain in her eyes and determination in her mind.

My hands sought out her breasts and they both held her up and mushed the fingers into their softness. She was literally fucking me, and I could feel my climax building. I doubted I had sperm left to give. But give I did as my Sister crashed into and through her next climax.

Without words Sophie collapsed onto me and I rolled us both until we were in the position that that innocent photograph foretold. There we slept, spent. Lovers in arms.

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Sophie

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Some hours later I woke. Well we did have an early start. I was in the arms of my lover, brother, and friend not to mention new fiancé. I felt I had just had a foursome with all of them. My vagina was sore but I was totally satisfied. I looked down at Jack's dreamy body and began to recall how I felt and what I experienced when he took my virginity.

We had made love. It was passionate and caring. I recalled feeling him push into me, into my tightness. I actually had my doubts, but he did fit. I shuddered a bit at the memory of pain and the sting that was still present. I prayed silently that my vagina would heal quickly. Because, as I caste my eyes over Jack, my impulsive desire was to have him again.

My body produced more fluids at the thought. He had slipped out of me and his penis lay limp across his inner thigh. It was encrusted with dried blood and the obvious fluids of our lovemaking. Tentatively I moved my hand down to insert a finger. My little lips were almost stuck together. Carefully I pulled them apart only to release a built up puddle of my brothers spunk. I dipped my finger in the mix, and popped some in my mouth. Not quite yuk, but the taste of blood and sperm was not as pleasant as Jack's sperm in pure form. Contentedly I was thankful that I had protection and could not fall pregnant. But deep inside was a desire to breed him, my stud brother.

My internal reproductive organs cried out in my mind. I moved my hand up to feel the implant that was stopping this. I sighed relief that it was still in place and told my heart to get over its disappointment. That little tube meant we were free to keep making love. Jack would be free to fuck me whenever and where ever we both felt like it. Granted we needed to have some circumspection to keep our true identities hidden.

I was content. Very content. All my desires, urges and lusts had their fulfilment. I couldn't believe Jack came in me twice and he actually came three times in about an hour. But I'm not sure how long he actually lasted. We had no concept of time in our lovemaking. He certainly didn't fire off before he got inside me.

I thought of that chiko roll. The one Jack was bigger and fatter than. My stomach let me know I was hungry. My bladder let me know I needed to go and relieve the pressure. So reluctantly I rolled away and stood. The fluids of our union started to flow down my legs.

I looked at the bloody towel dishevelled on the bed. Blood stains also marked the sheets. I tiptoed to the shower and realised I actually needed to wash. Although I wanted to shower with Jack, I knew I could not take him again just yet. But I also thought that toileting was going to make more mess. Resolved I moved to the shower and stepped into the warm water I had turned on. I luxuriated a minute then released my urine where I stood.

The relief was a blessing, and gathering body wash, I gingerly washed my vulva. Dazed I watched the pink of my virginity make its way down the drain. We were married. A thought crossed my mind. Digging deeper, I remembered the history of kings and queens in Europe. In the Catholic tradition, not the ceremony, nor the paperwork mattered. It was the consummation that signalled a legitimate marriage. So arse about again, the order of our union mattered not. We were one. Two become one in the traditional marriage test. Sister and Brother defying rules, laws, convention and society. We were one, married, joined and together.

I continued washing my body, breasts and torso. I knew I was washing away the direct evidence of our lovemaking, but I also giggled at the images of Jack marking me again, and again and again through life.

I took the last towel left and dried myself. Then padded out to the kitchen. Now to feed my man.

The fridge revealed all manner of snacks and foods. I puzzled a bit on how it managed to be so full, as we had not shopped. It was clear that making up a cheese and meat platter with various fruits and berries was possible. So I went about preparing the marriage feast. Ok technically the engagement celebration. Definitely the loss of two virginities.

The sun had set but I had candles lit in the bathroom and around the table. Time to wake Jack up. The candles in the bedroom were burning low, so I didn't have to flash his eyes with the bright overhead light.

In the flickering glow my Brother looked so peaceful. The gentle rise and fall of his diaphragm emphasised his sleek torso and outline of his rib cage. I realised there was not much fat on my man. He was more an almost wiry love machine. I was lost in the wonder that was my lover and the vision of him driving his penis into me. Content I settled in the comfy reading chair and watched.

It was this body that had just taken me to heaven and back. My brother that had treated me to a flight to the heights above the earth. He had taught me how to climax and had loved me to one almost every day since we met.

I counted back the days. It can't be? It has been less than three weeks. It seemed forever. Nineteen days ago I didn't know I had a brother. Somehow this journey became my world, and that world was my brother.

I saw his penis move. It stiffened a bit and rolled across his thigh. Was he dreaming? A faint groan filled the silent room. It twitched and grew some more. His hips thrust a tiny bit. Then his body settled as if to say I'm not done sleeping yet. Or at least I'm enjoying this dream. I was tempted to join him and encourage his growth. But I stayed, my hand nuzzled into my groin.

His penis grew to almost full hardness, his forskin slipped below his glans. In the light I could not make out the blood stains clearly. But it was stained with my blood.

He rolled and thrust toward the missing form that had shared his bed but two weeks. His hand moved to hold me but found emptiness.

"Sophie," he groaned. "Sophie sister darling." The words mumbled through parted lips, "I love you, do you love me....." he felt again. Half awake half asleep he groaned almost in disappointment.

"It was such I nice dream. I dreamed I had a sister and we made love. It was so real, I don't want to wake up."

I could hold back no longer. I tiptoed over and leant in to kiss those moving lips.

"It was real, Jack darling. I am your sister and you did make love to me."

His hand found mine and pulled me to him. Our kiss extended to become a full bodied hug. He rolled on to me. His penis nudging my vulva in his half waking state. My mind realised he wanted to go again. I was aware that my body wanted it to. I was so moist from my watching him sleep, and granted, my hand that had rubbed my need as I did so. I was sore and would be sore but yes.

His penis found my entrance and gently Jack pushed himself through my folds. I breathed to relax my body so it could welcome him back. With minor thrusts he worked his way into my depth and held himself there.

Our kiss deepened and he ran his fingers through my hair as our passion increased.

"So good that it was not a dream."

"Well it was Jack, but now it's not. Gentle. Love me gently, my body in not yet used to your thick cock."

We moved against each other in a slow dance. My hand explored his buttock firm beneath my grip. His hand took my breast and moved explore my soft fullness. We had not broken our kiss but muttered words of love. As our tongues danced with our growing passion.

I could feel the moistness flow and lubricate him more. His penis slipped freely and his thrusts more urgent.

"Cum in me Brother."I moaned as I moved my head to lick and nip his earlobe.

I could feel his penis swell in me and his body tense. With him my own climax hit in the suddenness of his release. They were urgent but gentle thrusts as his sperm filled my recesses. My vaginal walls clamped, in fulfilment and pain around his fatness.

He looked down at me as he pulled his upper torso up.

"I can't believe we just did that again."

"Neither do I. But you need to come out. I'm still sore."

"Sorry," he moaned, and he pulled his hips back.

I watched as his still hard penis withdraw whom my gaping red vagina. Followed by his creamy fluids that dribbled out. My body clamped in its loss and the final spasms of my orgasm. This expelled a full load that flooded down to my anus.

Jack looked back at me and kissed me.

"I guess I just gave my sister a cream pie," he giggled.

His penis was still hard.

"I think I need to piss. This thing won't go down until I do."

"Shower with me Jack. You can piss in the shower." I giggled. "I did when I first woke up."

I had more energy than Jack so I pulled him up and guided him to the shower. Deliberately I set it on cold and pushed him in.

"Hey, fuck, that's cruel."

"I'm still your cheeky sister lover boy."

He reached for the tap and added warmth. I looked up at him and he leant forward and kissed me. I turned him and pressed my groin into his bum while my hands cupped his flat breasts.

"You can piss now Jack. Relax, that's it, let down."

His flow found the wall tiles and I let him piss freely. Finished, I took some soap and began to clean his genitals.

"Careful Sophie I'm a bit sore."

I slapped his butt. "Whose fault is that. A bit sore! You should feel my aching and stinging vagina. You might have to give me a weeks break."

He groaned. "I doubt I could hold off that long."

"Good news neither can I, but that was your last fuck until tomorrow."

"I can live with that."

We lost ourselves in sudsy groping. Then rinsed clean.

"Do you realise Jack, I've only known you for eighteen days?

"What, wow we did move fast?"

"I know, best eighteen days of my life."

"Mine too. In fact it's like it's my entire life. What was lived before no longer matters."

"Oh yes it does, what went before shaped you into the wonderful young man you are today."

"Okay I'll take that."

We dried ourselves on the one towel that had already dried me earlier.

"I guess we need to wash some linen", Jack said as he gathered the pile of towels in the corner of the bathroom.

"There must be a laundry somewhere?" I asked.

"It's off the back veranda. I hope there's a drier as well." He took is bundle our towels out while I stripped the bed.

"I noticed you made a feast while I was sleeping."

"Gotta feed my man. Cold water only Jack, there is a bit of blood on this stuff."

"Good point. Let's run it while we eat."

Domestic tasks done we sat together naked and fed each other morsels of the finger food.

"I have that champagne from the motel in the fridge."

"Perfect Jack, yes please."

"How did you fit that in, I didn't see it in Daisy."

"I squeezed it into my case. I wanted to keep it for the day I proposed and we made love."

The cork popped and shot up to the roof, then splash landed in the dip. The bubbles flowed and Jack rushed to fill the glasses.

"It's a bit of an interesting metaphor of your dick Jack. Popping your cork." I giggled.

Eventually we found our way, with the rest of the champagne, to the jacuzzi. Jack found some mosquitoes coils and citronella candles and we relaxed in the bubbly warmth of each others arms. The rest of the evening was spent quietly, enjoying each others company while the Milky Way made its slow journey across the sky above.

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Author's Note.

Well we finally got there. But their sexual life has only just begun. Thanks for following so far. This journey will continue. As you are aware other siblings who have crossed the incest line have appeared. Once this, main journey narrative is complete I will be writing their stories.

They will be desperate one part stories not sagas. I will also contemplate Jacks and Sophie's life together post their return. As I write they continue to endear and conscript my deviant mind to continue to fill out their story.

Writing Part thirteen has already begun. The honeymoon. So to speak. Many more towns left to visit.