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Anything The Heart Wants - Part 5</p>

Hot Day and Hot Nights on Cape Bonita. Incest begins</p>

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Rob McCall IV</p>
This is a multi-part story of a young man's life and the joys of his adopted family. Time may jump a bit within the story. I suggest you consider reading the prior parts first.
All persons depicted in sexual acts are at least 18 years of age and consenting adults.
© 2022 RMcCIV
I was walking hand-in-hand with Andi on our favorite stretch of Cape Bonita's beach after she asked me to come home. The sand was sun-kissed and golden like Andi's legs, and the glistening turquoise ocean was reflected in her eyes as the palm trees swayed gently in the light breeze. Thankfully, the same breeze was blowing open the translucent wrap Andi was wearing over her skimpy bikini that barely contained her voluptuous bosom and dynamite ass.
At 19, Andi had grown into a woman as pretty as one of the models you see in the magazines.. Her mop of blonde hair had grown out, so she always looked as if she'd just gotten out of bed. Her pert nose demanded to be kissed along with the light freckles dancing across it from years in Cape Bonita's sun. I watched them travel down her nose and across the top of her luscious C-cup tits. Thanks to our home gym and her rigorous workout schedule, Andi's stomach was ripped, and her ass was a work of art. Firm, tight, high, yet somehow also womanly. I looked at her, thinking, "My sister's a hot babe with an ass that looks at you and says, "Come fuck me." She was also petulant, fiercely intelligent, sassy, opinioned, dominant, and expecting to win at all times.
I loved being home with my sister.
I was shirtless in my regular home swimsuit, hoping that my giant cock swaying against my left thigh wouldn't get hard and tent my suit. It was a beautiful day, not too hot, not too cold, with no threat of rain in the sky. We were walking along with Brownie, who was having the time of his life. Occasionally one of us would throw him a driftwood stick he'd brought back to us. Like me, he grew up on the beach and was loving it.
I felt happy and loved as we walked. The warm blanket of love that one feels when you are home again. As we strolled silently, occasionally jumping away from the tides, my thoughts drifted to how does love occur? I don't mean the love a mother has for her child the moment the doctors lay the newborn on her chest., or a fan's love for a team either developed by rooting alongside dad while watching them or becoming absorbed by a team loving culture such as living in Spain and the love for the Real Madrid Football team. I mean the love from your heart.
Some fall in love at first sight. They look across a room, or someone sits down next to them on a train, and their look, their style, their smell, their aura grabs you. And in those circumstances, have you fallen in love or in lust? So many have had that lightning bolt strike them and two weeks later, after they got to know the other person, realized that it wasn't really love after all. Some make the tragic mistake of getting swept up in their emotions and get married, only to be divorced in a year or two, sadly sometimes with an unwanted child between them.
No, I'm talking about true love. Something beyond your genitals. Within your heart and as corny as it sounds, organically. The kind of love where not only the physical being of the person turns you on and gets you hot and bothered, but so does your love for the person. Who they actually are. Their personality, their interests, their character, their being. The love you feel at the bottom of your soul, and the other person also feels for you.
But how does well-established platonic love become that kind of romantic-from-the-heart love? That moment when you realize that the love you have felt for a friend, a workmate, a teammate, or a companion has grabbed hold of you and become the kind of romantic love that Sinatra sang songs about?
And what about a sibling or your mother?
My father fell in love with Margie at first sight, standing by our mailbox watching her as the Tanners moved in next door, and because of that and their subsequent marriage, a family was born. Or should I say blended?
Andi, Jess, and I didn't fall in love with each other right away. We were kids. We were excited to have kids our age next to us to play with, and that became friendship and then admiration and closeness, and eventually true love as brother and sisters. I liked Margie, and I assume she liked me, and, I suppose, that grew into mother/son love as our years went on and accelerated and cemented as we clung to each other during the aftermath of my dad's death. But I didn't love her with all of my heart as my mom until I left for college and realized how much I missed her being in my life on a daily basis. I guess the old cliché is true; absence does make the heart grow fonder.
After a half hour Girne Escort or so of strolling in silence, Andi said, "Johnny, we have a lot to talk about."
"Okay."
We strolled some more.
"Mom is in trouble."
What?! Something illegal? Is she okay?! Do we need to get a lawyer? Please, don't tell me she is pregnant."
"Calm down. Nothing like that. It's her business. Business trouble. I think she needs your help."
"Business? Now, I'm really confused. Mom no longer has a business."
"She does. Jolene talked mom into an online store selling high-end, very sexy lingerie from the best designers. They named it Sinful Lingerie. And it is. If you go to the website, there is some of the hottest stuff you have ever seen for all tastes and kinks."
"Mom did that?"
"It was a perfect combination. Jolene and mom's business partnership and mom's overheated sex drive. It took off like gangbusters on launch. No questions asked, discounted designer lingerie shipped to the customer in simple, brown boxes they cleverly advertised on the adult toy sites. They used the Amazon model and, thanks to their relationships in the business with the suppliers to not purchase until the order came in, minimizing the overhead. She looked at me coyly, "I have a few examples at home if you'd like to see them someday. Black and red. They say red is the color of sex."
Just the image of Andi in something like that had me instantaneously blushing, hoping it looked like too much sun. Did I see her lick her lips seductively?
Andi continued, "It was racking up the sales for a while, and then the pandemic happened, and everything crashed. She took money out from the equity of the house, and now we are in big trouble. That's why we need your help."
"My help? How can I help? I don't know her business. I'm not a businessman."
"But you know her, you know what she does, you know business, having grown up in it, and she trusts you. Also, there is the equity in your house."
Now I got it. But I was not going to get hooked by this, not today, so I looked at her and said, "Okay, got it. What's next?"
We walked a bit longer. A whole lot longer. Chatting about school, her job working at the animal shelter, hopes for the future, Jess's problems, anything but what was troubling her.
"Andi, are we ever going to get to the next one?"
""Yes." We stopped, and she looked me in the eye. "I've been a bad girl." I waited until Andi said, "Let's sit. How about there over by that cove." We did. Andi nervously moved some sand around, looking for moonstones that the beach was famous for.
"Look! I found one." It was white, smoky, and translucent all at the same time. The qualities moonstones are desired for.
She look my hand and surprisingly put it on her inner thigh with her hand over mine. "Johnny, what did you do with that pic I sent you? Did you delete it as promised?"
I decided to fess up and said, "No."
"Please tell me you didn't show it to anybody else."
I reassured Andi I would never do that, and I think she believed me. I looked her in the eye. "So, this is what you wanted to talk about? Why? Besides the obvious."
"As I said, I've been a bad girl. Jess thought I needed you to send me a dic pic to put us on even ground, but you know her, Miss Computer Geek. She decided instead to hack your phone, which she did, and downloaded a bunch of your dic pics from it. Johnny, you need to get a better password, and why so many? Anyway, we have been looking at them, and you're huge!!! I didn't know penises were that large outside of porn and in real life. Is that really your cock?"
Sheepishly, I nodded yes.
"Jeez, it's ginormous. I think 18 year old Jessica was shocked silly. I was simply stunned and impressed, and then, honestly, Johnny, late at night, I started masturbating to the pictures of your cock. It was so big, and so hot, and it was yours. I have been masturbating to it ever since. Sometimes more than once a day." She put her hand on my cock! "Oh, it is!" and yanked her hand away.
"Sweet Jesus, that's big! Can I touch it again?" She put her hand on my now rapidly growing hardon and felt around, starting at the head, slowly down my shaft, and finally, rolling my now aching balls in her hand.
My cock was rock hard now, and she tentatively, slowly started to stroke it. "Oh, it is really big!" she exclaimed. "And so hard, yet so soft at the same time." She moved to the head of my cock and started to roll around it with a finger.
"Is this as big as I think it is? How do you get it into a girl?"
Andi wouldn't let me answer, a rhetorical question I guess, and flipped my swimsuit leg up and pulled my steely hard cock out.
She stared at it and gasped, "Oh, my God." She started to stroke me some more, doing a running commentary like a play-by-play announcer on television. I didn't care. All I heard was her soft hand on my hard cock. Magosa Escort Despite that, she continued talking as she stroked me. "And what about my pic. If you didn't delete it, what did you do with it?"
I was starting to leak. The clear pre-cum flowed into Andi's hand and onto my thigh. "You're leaking!" she said. I was embarrassed and warned her, "If you continue this, you will make me cum. Please don't." She ignored me and kept on stroking. By now, she had grabbed a hold and was jerking me off like a pro. I sensed this wasn't her first time doing so since she had mad skills.
I tried to continue our conversation, attempting to ignore the screaming head of my cock. "Yeah, errr, what did I do with your pic?" I looked down towards the sand, still embarrassed. "I've been masturbating to it too. Sorry. It got me hot."
"My pussy got you hot?" Her hand sped up on that news, and Andi leaned into me for a very long, hard kiss. Her hand on my cock was now jerking me with a purpose. "My pussy got you hot? Really?" She said again and kissed me, this time putting my hand on her breast.
Caught up in the moment, she said, "Do you want to see it?" Before I could object, she pulled her bikini bottom aside to show me her fully shaved pussy. Like Andi, it was perfect. Not too small, not too large, not fleshy, delicate lips that outlined and enticed the delicious folds of her vagina. The best was Andi's clit. Not so small that you couldn't find it if eating her, but not so large it looked like a small dick. Her clit was pink, teasing me from the clitoral hood, and present enough to take into your mouth and make it happy.
I pulled away.
"Andi, I don't think we should do this."
"But we already are. My hand is on your penis, and I'm jerking you off. I want you, and I've been waiting for you." She gave me a deep kiss rolling her tongue around mine, our tongue engaging in a long, loving kiss as she held me in a warm embrace. Her hand stopped, but she kept holding me tightly.
"Johnny, as silly as this sounds, you are the only one I have ever loved, forever. As a child, I used to play house with us being married. All of those "tea parties" we had as kids, we were married, and when I was in school and boys would ask me out, I would say no because they couldn't compare to you. Later, after I was 18, I did stuff, but that was mostly because it was expected of me, and except for once or twice, I got little or no pleasure from it. I've been waiting for you ever since we met. Between mom's divorce, my deadbeat dad, and our moving around, you are the only one who has made me feel loved and safe. I love you," and she leaned in for another, longer kiss putting my hand on her breast.
She looked me In the eye. "Johnny, I love you more than as a brother. I love you. And being in love by yourself is a lonely place to be. I want you to love me too. Please love me too."
I put my head down in deep thought and consideration and looked back at my sister. "Andi, I love you too. I guess I always have."
She leaped in for another kiss, and her hand started back on my cock like a jackhammer, pistoning me as fast as she could.
My balls started to swell and move up tightly towards my body just as she sped her hand up even more, and I heard her whisper, "Cum. Cum. I want you to cum. I want to see it. Show me your love. Show me how much you love me."
By now, my balls were really tight, and I realized I was about to pop in a mere couple of strokes. And I came. Shooting a gigantic load all over Andi's hand, my thigh, and the sand. "Wow! I had no idea," she said.
"Neither did I."
"Is that a lot of cum? It looks like a lot of cum. Did I do that?"
"It is, and you did."
"Wow!" She said, staring at her hand, marveling at its power. My jizz was everywhere. On me, on Andi, all up and down her arm, on the sand. I shot a gigantic wad.
"Ooh, I want to taste it," and she bent down and did, licking up more than a mouthful. Andi then sat back up, opened her mouth to show it to me full of cum, closed it, swallowed, and opened it again. "How do you like that, big brother?" And she then leaned down to clean me up. Taking my overly-sensitive head in her mouth and licking it clean, then sticking out her tongue to slowly, seductively, move down my shaft and clean it. My swimsuit and torso were next, and then Andi looked at me like a porn star and licked my cum off of her arm and hand, eating it all.
Chapter 2
We had to get back to town to pick Jess up to run errands and had spent so much time - I'm happy to say - at the beach that we were running late. Really late, and that was the kind of thing that Jess, who was on the Asperger's spectrum, could not tolerate.
Not fully presented Asperger's, Jessica picked up some social cues and had understanding and empathy, but her steely intelligence ruled her life, and she seemed to make most of her decisions and Kıbrıs Escort choices via her personal analytics formula rather than instinct, need, or emotion like most of us. It served her well, except now that she was of age, she still was spending nearly all of her free time inside the cave of her room on her computer. I held no judgment about that, hell, I loved jess for who she was, but all of us believed that her life would be richer and more fulfilling if she got out into the world some more. I mean, even geeks come from all over the planet to go to Comic-Con in downtown San Diego, California and Riot Games has three studios in just the United States where 24/7, they televise tournaments between live contestants for the entire world to screen and play along with.
Bottom line: We needed to nudge her out of her shell and into her own life in her own way.
We had both changed out of our bathing suits, and I was zooming down the highway, breaking the speed limit, on the way home. We were in my Dodge Challenger, its engine was louder than a Stones concert, and it moved like a bat out of hell. The damn thing roared like an Apollo rocket getting ready to lift off as I sped down the windy roads to our house. I drove as if the speed limit had no meaning and, thankfully, without a speeding ticket, got curbside to our house in no time. Thanks to Andi's text, Jess joined us at the curb, climbed in, and we drove off to the market.
"You have mom's shopping list, right?" asked Andi.
Jess did.
We started chatting about life, and as usual, the conversation - thanks to Andi - drifted to how Jess led hers. I listened to the back and forth as long as I could tolerate it and finally said, "That's it! We are going to the mall and Jess, we are going to buy you some clothes. Discussion over."
And I headed there. In a bit of time, we had picked through the women's department, selected some clothes, and Jess was begrudgingly in the changing room trying them on.
"I like the pink outfit on her," said Andi.
"No way. That is not her, and she will never wear it, but I have hopes for the jeans and that loose, blue work shirt-like thing. I think she may go for that. And we heard Jess' voice from the dressing room.
"Johnny, will you come and join me, please?"
Not Andi, but me? Okay. I knocked on the dressing room door and entered. Jessica was standing there in her bra and thong, attempting to squeeze the jeans on. I couldn't remember when I'd seen her in anything but baggy this and baggy that, and I was surprised by the sensuality of her body, the size of her breasts, which were bigger than Andi's, her flat stomach, and scrumptious booty. My sister Jessica was one hot piece of ass.
"Shit! Jess," I said as I entered. You are sexy as hell. Why do you hide it?
"Shut your pie-hole, brother. I've seen how huge your inhumanly large cock is, so we are even. If you assholes really want me to wear these jeans, help me into them," as she struggled to get them over her hips.
I could see she was aggravated and moved closer, grabbing hold of her face tenderly. "Jess, Andi, picked these out. They're something she would wear, but they are too tight for you and not your style. Let's find you something else. God help me, she kissed me on the lips and moved her tongue inside my mouth to find mine. And after a moment's hesitation, I returned it, and the two of us started to make out in the dressing room. I moved my hand down to one of her large bra-encased breasts and sprung a massive hardon. Jess could feel it as I pressed against her rubbing the sensitive head against her stomach.
"Oh shit! It is as large as your pics showed." I nodded yes as she began to move her hand up and down the front of my pants.
Knock, knock, knock! "What going on in there?!" insisted Andi.
Busted. I gave Jess one last kiss and with my blue balls aching, opened the door and said, "These jeans aren't going to work. We need to find her a simple loose pair of Wrangler's that are old school. And Andi went off for the search.
Jessica looked at me. "You know, Johnny, I am not asexual, and I am not a lesbian, and I have an intellectual understanding of the pleasures of the flesh. I would not be unavailable to explore those with you if you so desired." And she leaned over, pulled my zipper down, grabbed my hardon through my boxers, and sucked it into her mouth like a vacuum for a minute or two before letting go with a loud pop.
"See?! I'm not a eunuch." And she let go of my cock and my pants, threw on her clothes, and marched out of the dressing room to look at Andi and say, "I'm done. Let's go."
I was driving to the supermarket with Andi, Jess, and her new pair of jeans and a new work shirt, staggered and wondering about what had just happened. My cock was still quivering, and my balls were aching, but the three of us were heading to the produce department to buy salad fixings and to the butcher's counter for a nice, thick steak.
Walking down the aisles, we chatted and caught up. I was surprised and delighted to learn that Jess had applied to MIT and Cal Tech, along with a few other top computer schools like Stanford and Carnegie-Mellon. I was convinced that she would eventually change the world for the better.