Dirty Incest and Neighbors

PART 1

"The sooner we cover this damn roof with slate, the more free time we'll have," Eric said in an instructive tone.

"I don't mind, but you could do without me!" his sister pouted.

Their father had told them to finish all the work at the cottage today. Although she would have preferred to lie on the terrace below and watch a TV series.

Eric climbed the ladder, and his eighteen-year-old sister followed.

"Stop whining, you lazy ass. You have to help me, otherwise it won't be fair!" Eric shouted at her, turning halfway around.

Hannah wanted to tell him to screw off, but she held back. Instead, she stuck her tongue out at him and slapped his butt hard with her hand. He laughed.

She was wearing denim shorts and a tank top. Golden curls framed her pretty freckled face.

To tell the truth, she wanted to masturbate thoroughly today--because she was going to the city tomorrow.

She had already washed her hands and slipped her right hand into her shorts, but then their father called...

Now her older brother was on the roof, examining the hole that needed to be covered with slate. Hannah held onto the railing and squinted against the sun. Her bare feet stood firmly on the slate roof.

Eric crouched down and bent over, filling the hole with plastic material. He was wearing nothing but shorts. Her brother had a strong body that Hannah loved to look at. She admired his profile, his sideburns, his aquiline nose. His black hair was blowing in the wind.

"He's so manly and handsome," Hannah thought.

"I heard you screaming yesterday morning, it even woke me up. What happened, come on, tell me."

"Yesterday morning?" Hannah was embarrassed. "Oh... No, it's fine. I had a nightmare."

"A nightmare? But you moaned like you were coming with two men at once!"

"Ugh, you're disgusting, how could you even think of something like that?" Hannah blushed.

In fact, she had dreamed that her own brother was fucking her on a large king-size bed, and yesterday morning she had come with a loud scream, soaking the sheet with her juices.

All day she walked around as if in a fog, dreaming of Eric, his wet cock, his embrace. She wanted to hug him like a kitten...

But how could she confess to him?

She slapped his ass again in indignation, and he quickly got up and slapped her hard on the butt in return. Then Hannah, in a fit of rage, yanked his shorts off.

Her brother stopped laughing.

"Hey, what are you doing?!" he shouted menacingly.

Hannah suddenly gasped. Underneath his shorts, her brother was completely naked! At first she was scared, then she giggled.

Eric's firm buttocks glistened in the sun, and his large, limp penis hung right in front of her. With one hand, he tried to pull up his shorts, and with the other, he grabbed Hannah's arm painfully.

She tried to break free.

They fell and began rolling down the roof. But suddenly, the roof broke off, and the teens fell straight down from the second floor!

That morning, Sylvia got up, rubbed her eyes, and went to the bathroom. She was wearing only a white T-shirt and blue panties that dug into her crotch. Walking barefoot across the carpet, she stumbled in her sleep and almost fell.

She needed to use the bathroom so badly that she could hardly hold it in.

She pulled down her panties, exposing her beautiful ass, marked with red stripes from the blanket and mattress. Smiling blissfully, she sat down on the toilet and began to strain.

First, thick yellow urine flowed from her urethra.

Then, with pleasant relief, she began to squeeze out her feces.

The strong smell of excrement was not too unpleasant.

The shit fell into the toilet with a sniffle, and as she lost each piece, Sylvia felt her strength leaving her.

Her shit was again thickly mixed with semen. This happens almost every morning now! The smell of her shit, urine, and her husband's semen mixes with the smell of freshly brewed coffee. So cool! She now loves this mixture of smells so much--it invigorates her, makes her body writhe with pleasure!

Her ass hurt a little from Kirill's cock. Electric spasms pierced her muscular body, and the nipples of her small breasts swelled. Sylvia looked between her legs. A whitish liquid dripped viscously from her gingery pussy, and a brown mass mixed with whitish drops of hot male semen floated in the toilet bowl.

He fucked her in the ass without a condom!

Sylvia smiled sweetly and put her feet up on the toilet door. She wanted to jerk off a little to wake up faster.

She began to pat her clitoris with her palm, while wiping her dirty anus with toilet paper with her other hand. Bringing the dirty paper to her face, she examined the brown marks and inhaled her scent.

A rush of excitement flooded her body, causing her hips to tremble.

If her husband had walked into the bathroom at that moment, he would have found his beloved 36-year-old wife sprawled out with her slender legs spread apart, languidly and slowly rubbing her flushed pussy with her hands.

At the same time, her wide, juicy ass was exposed for all to see, gaping with a torn anal hole, which she had not wiped too thoroughly.

(But Kirill was asleep, exhausted after a night of sex, and could not see Sylvia.)

Suddenly, a loud noise distracted her from enjoying herself, her body, and the sweet, heavy smells of her own secretions--as if something heavy had fallen right outside their window.

Alarmed, Sylvia got up and began to tidy herself up. She rushed into the kitchen and looked out the window.

Hannah held onto the drainpipe. Eric was lying below. He was moaning. She was very scared. But somehow, the girl managed to reach the ladder and put one foot on it. Then the other. And she began to climb down carefully. Her hands were shaking. Her brother didn't make a sound.

When she ran up to him, he was lying unconscious in the blackberry bushes. She called his name and shook his shoulder.

"Eric, dear, Eric, what's wrong with you?" Hannah called.

Her brother was naked; his shorts were still on the roof. He was lying on his side with his arms and legs spread out, and Hannah could clearly see his penis. She was so scared for him. She rubbed and stroked his body, begging him to wake up.

She hugged him and almost cried, but then he groaned.

Hannah was glad he was alive.

"How do you feel, are you in pain?" she asked.

"I think something's wrong with my leg," he replied through a groan.

"It's my fault, I'm sorry!" she cried and pressed herself against him.

Her brother hugged her and said nothing.

She took off her white T-shirt to cover him somehow. But it was clearly a stupid idea. What to do next?

Hannah wasn't wearing a bra under her shirt, and her large, beautiful girlish breasts spilled out. Oops! Eric stared at them mesmerized and even forgot about the pain...

The brother and sister's eyes met.

Sylvia saw everything happening from the window of her neighboring house: a naked guy was lying in the grass, and next to him was a half-naked blonde girl hugging him. It seems that these are the adult children of their neighbor, an old notary. What are their names? It completely slipped my mind. Eric and...?

Suddenly, he lost consciousness again, and his sister started crying. Then she got up and went into the house. Half a minute later, Hannah came back with a phone and a bottle of wine. She decided to call her father. While she was dialing the number, she cried and drank wine from the bottle in big gulps.

The red wine dripped down her tits. It started to rain. Drops of water fell on Eric's poor body.

Her father didn't answer the phone, and Hannah was in despair. What to do? Call an ambulance? But it wouldn't get to their cottage anytime soon. Maybe find the neighbors?

She dialed the village administration's phone number and asked someone to send help.

She felt so sorry for her brother that she began to stroke his penis with her hand, resisting the growing desire within her.

"He's so beautiful and defenseless right now, I want him so much. How despicable of me," Hannah said to herself softly, sobbing and looking around for a solution.

"I'm sorry, my dear," said the girl, exposing her brother's penis head with her hand and taking it into her mouth.

A soft summer thunder rumbled, and the warm rain fell a little harder.

What is happening? The young man dreamed that his sister sat down with her warm, wet vagina on his erect penis, and that his crimson head entered his sister's tight virgin hole with difficulty.

He felt a burning shame and resistance. He muttered that they shouldn't do such things, waking up and falling back into oblivion. It seemed he had hit his head pretty hard!

In a fog, he saw Hannah bend her fair-haired head over his groin, moving her head rhythmically, and felt warmth and pleasure spreading from his penis throughout his body. At the same time, his right leg hurt badly around the ankle...

He reached for her hair, which he had loved since childhood, and said hoarsely:

"Hannah, don't you think this is not the best time to suck my cock? Sis, what's going on? I... I... what am I supposed to think?"

They never had incest! Although Hannah was already a mature and very sexy girl, he didn't think about fucking her, no!

Well, maybe once or twice... Peeping at her in the shower.

"Don't think about anything, the ambulance will be here soon. Lie down, brother, please, let me help you?"

A plea appeared in Hannah's loving eyes as she looked at her brother. Her face was wet from the drizzling rain, her cheeks were flushed, her hair was tousled. A lustful mist floated in her eyes.

Now she looked like a drunken goddess of sex who would never let him go.

She took his swollen crimson cock into her plump mouth again and tried to push it deeper into her throat...

Eric tried to protest. But gradually he began to feel better and better. He took a sip from the bottle too.

The blowjob and wine helped him forget about the pain in his leg...