Dented Ch. 01

We all stood around the kitchen island talking about what happened in New York. I did my best to absorb what they were saying. Anything I could learn from them would help me eventually when I was running the company. Unfortunately, my distraction level had been turned up to 11 as Jessica was at my side and had her shin pressed against mine. It was an innocent contact that we'd had hundreds of times over the years, but now I could feel the additional desire in it.

The envelope was only briefly discussed which was surprising since Jessica was the one who brought it up. In the end, we all agreed it was best to trash the whole thing. She seemed okay after but I could tell a slight change. It was hard to see at first but I could tell the anxiety was slowly creeping back in. I guess it was too much to hope for that a couple of orgasms could get rid of it completely.

That night we had dinner and watched TV. Jessica, who usually sat beside me, tonight lay her head on a pillow she put on my lap. She pulled a blanket over her and sighed contently as she lay there. Mom just glanced over and gave a small smile. She was used to us being close and if she suspected anything I couldn't tell. It wasn't lost on me that before I never wondered if they ever suspected anything untoward going on between their kids. Now I couldn't help but wonder. Was that because of guilt? Fear? Excitement, even?

My introspection was interrupted when I felt Jessica's hand snake under the pillow and caress me through my shorts. I managed not to take a sharp breath in when she did but I could see a sly smile forming on her lips. She didn't go so far as to fully stroke me but she did let her fingertips slide against me gently. Her feathery touch was more than enough to get the blood flowing. In the blink of an eye I was pressing against the cotton fabric.

Before I could do anything, Dad stood up and stretched.

"I'm going to bed," he announced.

"Already?" I managed to get out, trying to act as I normally would.

"You try getting up as early as we did for that flight and see how long you stay up." He said sleepily.

"Point," I said. "'Night."

"'Night." He said through a yawn as he headed towards their bedroom.

Mom stayed with us a few extra seconds, then just shook her head. "That's a good idea. Don't stay up too late."

Jessica and I bid her good night and watched as she followed Dad.

We sat there for a few minutes, neither of us making the first move. I was waiting not only to see what Jessica would do but also to make sure neither Mom or Dad came back for anything. My patience was soon rewarded. Jessica pulled the pillow away and rolled onto her stomach. She looked up at me with hungry eyes, gently biting her lower lip. Her hand went from outside my shorts to inside, grasping my cock and slowly stroking it.

"Know what I wanna do?" she whispered.

"What?" I asked, all the myriad possibilities running through my mind.

"This."

She pulled my cock out, stroking it in the open now. She slid up and gently kissed the tip. Feeling bolder she kissed it again, this time letting her lips linger. I was unable to hold in a gasp when she opened her mouth and pulled me in. She didn't move her head much, just let her tongue slide across the tip while her hand did the pumping action.

I couldn't take my eyes off her, watching her start to slowly bob her head up and down. As one hand worked up and down my shaft, her other hand reaching further down, cupping my balls and gently massaging them.

"Oh fu-." I tried to say but my voice caught as she started stroking me faster. "Jess." I finally whispered. "I'm gonna cum."

She stopped for a second, and it looked like she was contemplating her next move. She made up her mind, resuming her strokes and even going a little faster. I felt the pressure building and didn't hold back when it was time. I clenched my teeth to keep from making any noise but several groans escaped. I did everything I could to keep my eyes on Jessica swallowing as I filled her mouth.

She pulled up, scrunching up her face as she swallowed the last bit.

"Doesn't taste bad." She said almost analytically. "But it has a weird consistency."

"Where did you learn how to do that?" I asked incredulously.

"The internet, where else?" she said as if it were obvious. I suppose it should've been, but I was still coming back down to earth. "Did you like it?"

"I loved it, Jess." I stood up, pulling her with me. "Come on. Time for bed." She grinned as she turned off the TV and headed towards our rooms. I turned off the lights and followed close behind.

Jessica went into my room without preamble or hesitation. I was right behind her, grabbing her arm and spinning her around as soon as I shut the door. I pulled her to me, kissing her with all the passion and energy I had. Our tongues touched and she moaned softly into my mouth. We stumbled towards the bed, trying to shed clothes while keeping our lips pressed together. Her shins hit the bed and she fell back, giggling as she pulled me down with her. I was glad that Mom and Dad's room was on the other side of the house but we still needed to be careful.

Jess was clad only in her white cotton panties and I couldn't help admiring the view as I leaned back. I slid down her chest to her waist, pulling her panties down as I neared them. She helped by lifting up and letting me slide them off. I was treated with a close-up of her very wet pussy, silky dark hair glistening with her juice. Those hairs tickled my nose as I spread her lips open and slid my tongue up to her clit.

She reacted like she'd touched a live wire. Her body jerked up and back, the sensation overwhelming her at first. She stared at me with wide eyes and I smiled as I pulled her back to me and went back in. Her tangy juice was divine and I drank in as much as I could. I looked up and could see her breasts shaking as she took short and ragged breaths. I returned to my work, continuously licking and rubbing her sensitive little button.

For several minutes, the only sounds in the room were her breathing and the wet sounds my tongue made on her. Her hands wove themselves into my hair, pushing me against her wet core as my eager tongue continued its joyful work. Soon, I felt her body start to tense and her hips started twitching. Her legs began to tremble slightly, signaling me to work faster and push against her a little harder.

When she climaxed, her legs clenched against my head trapping me, though hardly against my will. I was rewarded with a small flood of her delicious juices that I hungrily devoured. Shortly, I slowed down, letting her come down from her high gently. She pulled me up, kissing me with more passion and heat than any girlfriend I'd had in the past.

Part of me wanted to strip the rest of my clothes off, climb atop her, and push my hardened cock into her. I didn't. That was a step too far and the small, rational voice in my head was loud enough to keep me from giving in to my baser desires. Instead, I rolled us so we were on our sides and could look into each other's eyes.

"Now what?" I whispered.

"I don't know," she whispered back, still flushed.

"What do you want?"

"I know what I want but I don't think I'm ready for that," she looked at me apologetically. "Not yet."

I kissed her gently, reassuring her that I wasn't in a hurry. "I'm not going anywhere. You set the pace here."

We rearranged ourselves under the covers and I turned out the light. She curled up against me, her nude body pressed against mine.

"I love you," she whispered into my ear.

"Love you too," I said as we both drifted off to sleep.

*****

The next couple of weeks passed in a similar manner. During the day we'd go about our normal lives, but at night we'd explore each other's bodies thoroughly. The forbidden-ness of it made it all the more exciting. We came close several times to crossing the final line, but we never did.

It was a Saturday early afternoon that changed everything. We were laying around the house watching TV. Suddenly, we heard the glass breaking from inside the kitchen. Dad and I immediately got to our feet and headed in through different doorways.

There was no intruder, but the picture window was shattered, jagged pieces of glass hanging from the edges like a monster's snarl. On the floor, amidst the bits and shards of glass and was broken piece of a cinder block. It had fallen in such a way that the black writing on it was clearly visible.

YOU SURVIVED HIM YOU WON'T SURVIVE ME

Taped to the concrete block were photos of me and Jess. Recent photos that were taken with a telephoto lens from various locations. I recognized our college campus and our yard, as well as grocery stores and shopping malls. Other photos stuck out from underneath but we knew not to touch anything.

"Jess!?" I heard my mother cry out.

I turned around and saw them behind us. The blood rushing into my ears had drowned out all other sounds and I hadn't heard them come in. Jess stood wide-eyed, staring at the block. Her mouth moved silently, reading the words over and over. I saw the oncoming storm and it was going to be big. She reached out, frantically trying to find my arm while not taking her eyes off of the block. I grabbed her hand and pulled her close to me. She stood rigidly, barely acknowledging my presence. Tears began streaming down her face as her legs collapsed from underneath her and she crumpled to the ground, taking me down with her. Jess was trembling, rocking back and forth, her eyes never leaving the black writing.

"Jason!" my dad said firmly, getting my attention. "Get her to Obsidian."

*****

Fifteen minutes later I loaded Jess into the car with some hastily packed clothes and toiletries and we took off. I was keenly aware of the pictures so I kept checking the rearview mirror to make sure we weren't being followed. I'm not an action movie star or a trained spy but I'm pretty sure we weren't. Some of the roads were long and deserted. Good place for an ambush I thought but at least I'd see them coming. I was also confident the BMW Alpina B7 could outperform most other vehicles on the road if it came down to it. In a couple of hours, we'd be at Obsidian.

Early on we had learned that being on the water was one thing that really helped to calm Jess down. Maybe it was the complete disconnection from land and knowing we were isolated. We're not sure why but all we know is that it works wonders. When her attacks were at their worst and most frequent they all but vanished as soon as we pulled away from the dock.

Obsidian was our family boat. It was a solid white 55' cruiser. Naming it Obsidian was one of dad's jokes since I'm not sure there was any measurable amount of black paint anywhere on it. Over the years we had taken it out numerous times. I had learned to pilot the boat before I learned to drive a car, and many times dad sat back and let me take the helm. As we grew older the allure and the necessity of the boat waned but it still had a special place in my heart. As we drove, I called ahead to the marina and requested it be pulled from the slip, fueled, and stocked for our arrival.

We parked the car and I grabbed our bags as I helped Jess out. As quickly as we could without drawing attention to ourselves, we boarded the boat. Within a few minutes, I had signed the receipts and untied the mooring lines. The twin diesels fired up smoothly and with a practiced hand, I guided the boat out of the marina and into the St. Joseph River. After years of navigating these waters I was able to guide the vessel around the bends almost by instinct. In a short time, we were gliding out into the calm waters of Lake Michigan.

As soon as we pulled away from the marina I could see the change in Jess. She watched the docks recede as her breathing slowed and she slowly returned to her normal self. After a few minutes, she made her way to the flybridge as I piloted us out towards deeper water

"Hey," she said softly, easing herself into the seat beside mine.

"Hey. How are you feeling?" I asked while steering the boat North.

"Tired. What the hell was all that back home?"

"No clue. I should call Dad and see what's going on."

Using the boat's satellite phone, I called Dad's cell phone. He picked up on the first ring.

"Thank God," he said. "I've been waiting for your call."

"Yeah, sorry. I wanted to get out to the lake before calling."

He knew my meaning. I wanted to make sure this worked for Jess before calling.

"Gotcha," he said quickly. "We called the police. Turned over all the surveillance camera footage."

"Did you get a good look at the guy?"

"Yeah, but it's not a guy," he said with a trace of curiosity in his voice. "Looks like a girl who did it."

"Huh. Okay. Any idea who she is?"

"None whatsoever. We'll see what they say. How long can you stay out?"

"We're stocked for a week," I said, remembering the groceries I'd had stocked. "Figure I'll head further into Lake Michigan and anchor there."

"Okay. Keep the radar on."

"Always." the radar would alert us if any vessels entered into a set radius around us.

"And don't forget the gun in the safe."

"Yes, sir," I said solemnly.

"Love you both."

"Love you."

I ended the call and returned my focus to piloting the boat out of the river and into the open waters of Lake Michigan.

***

I kept the boat cruising along around 15 knots along the east coast of the lake for several hours. Jess sat beside me, resting on the flybridge's lounge. I steered out into slightly deeper waters until the shore was just a small line on the horizon. Setting the anchor, I killed the engines and secured the flybridge. Jess and I went onto the main deck where the main bridge and galley were. By this time she was back to her normal self, laughing and cutting up with me as we made a quick meal of sandwiches and chips.

When we came up here with the family our room was normally in the starboard cabin, across the companionway from the master cabin. In that cabin there were two separate twin beds so that if Jess woke up in the middle of the night I'd be near if she needed me. Tonight, however, we were going to use the master cabin.

Unfortunately, neither of the showers in either two heads were large enough for both of us so we had to settle for separate quick showers. As I stepped into the bedroom, Jess was already under the covers. We turned off the lights and I climbed in beside her.

As soon as I was down, Jess sat up and leaned over me.

"I need you," she said, the hunger in her voice evident.

She kissed me, moaning softly as our tongues danced across each other. She slid down me, taking my hardening member into her mouth. With as much hunger as she's demonstrated earlier, she devoured my cock. The moonlight allowed me to see her fingers rubbing herself as she pleasured me.

Throwing the covers off of us, she straddled me then leaned down to me.

"I need you. In me," she growled

"Are-Are you sure?" I asked, suddenly nervous.

"I am." she breathed. "I've wanted this for a long time, and now I'm ready."

I watched my sister lift herself up, positioned her body, then slid me into her. I felt her lips part and allow me inside. Between using her mouth on me and her already extremely wet pussy, I slid in with very little resistance. A part of me knew we shouldn't be crossing this line but not only did it feel incredible, it felt right. Like our bodies were made for one another, as trite as that may sound. With a final gasp, she slid down the last bit and I was completely encased within her.

For a moment everything stopped. She looked down at where we were joined and a little giggle escaped her lips. Jess looked back up at me, smiling as she bit her lower lip. In her eyes, the storm that always threatened at the edges, even after we had been intimate before, was gone. I was a part of her in the most intimate and complete way and she knew it. At that moment I saw the sister that I had lost all those years ago.

"Hello," I said.

"Hey," she said, leaning down and kissing me.

With slow thrusts I made love to my sister. She held onto me as I did, her body pressed against mine. Jess moved her body in time with mine, grinding herself against me. I clutched at her, pulling her to me each time I pushed into her wet pussy.

"I've wanted this for so long," she confessed again between kisses as she rode me. I felt her squeeze my cock each time I push into her. Each thrust filled the cabin with soft squishing sounds and I could feel her juices run down me and onto the sheets. Reaching around, I gently massaged her perineum, trying to avoid pressing into her ass by mistake. That might've been too much of a shock and ruin the moment. As I did, she started tensing up and I could feel her shudder slightly. I knew what was about to happen and I sped up to push her over the edge.

"I'm cumming." she cried as she spasmed against me. Out here, alone in the middle of a lake, there was no need for her to be quiet. Even when our parents weren't home we felt we had to keep the volume down. Now there was no one anywhere near us and there was nothing holding her back. Jess howled and moaned as waves of pleasure coursed through her. Her fingers dug into my shoulders as she held on, her body shaking not only from her orgasm but my thrusting into her. The walls inside her clutched at my cock, pushing me closer to my own orgasm. I slowed to a stop, letting both of us cool down a bit.

"You need to get up. I'm really close." I said in between gasps.

Instead of getting up she smiled at me mischievously and started slowly gyrating her hips against me.

"What are you doing?" I asked alarmed.

"I prepared for this. It's safe."

"Are you sure?"

Without answering me, she started rocking her hips faster and faster, thrusting me in and out of her with each roll. I held it back as long as I could, partly to prolong the sight of my sister fucking me but also because part of me was scared to cum unprotected inside her. Every time I'd ever had sex before, I either used a condom or pulled out well before I came.

When I could no longer hold it, I felt my orgasm rush up through my cock. Like Jess, I cried out as I came, partly knowing I couldn't be heard and partly uncontrollably. I felt my cum rush out and fill her, jets of my semen entering her quaking body. Jess pushed herself onto me, pushing me as deep as possible into her as I came.

As I cooled down Jess looked down at me, both of us panting trying to catch our breath.

"Holy shit." we both said, then laughed at our "twin-ness".

She slid down off of me, my softening cock slipping out of her with a soft squish. She kissed down my chest, eventually making it all the way down. She took me into her mouth, cleaning my dick of both of our juices. As sensitive as I was I couldn't help but cry out and my body jerked up.

"Mmmm," she said, moving up to lay beside me. "You know, alone your cum tastes okay, and my juices taste okay, but together they're actually pretty good."

"Oh, so you've tasted yourself?" I asked teasingly.

"Maybe," she shrugged, then kissed me. "I love you, Jace."

"I love you too, J-Bird."

"No, Jason," she said seriously. "I. Love. You. In every way. Not just like we always have, or because we're family. I love you. I'm-" she paused. "I'm in love with you. I have been for a long time."

"I-"

"No." she interrupted. "I don't want you to say it back. Not yet. Not immediately after. Not when you're still euphoric. Not as a reaction. Say it after you've had time to think about it, and then only if you mean it."

Jess rolled over onto her side, pulling my arm with her. With the boat rocking us gently, we fell asleep spooning, her body fitting perfectly against mine while her words echoed in my ears.