The Barn Swallow Club Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

The Barn Swallow Club Pt. 03

... had probably been the reason I had gotten so horny over the mere thought of my own kid sister drinking cum.

I shook that thought off, ashamed of myself for even going there. Maybe Candy would pop into my office before she left and provide me with a much needed release. It seemed likely, since she was probably just as horny as me after two days of no sex, following our weekend of constant sex.

I decided to get through some paperwork and distract myself from the bulge in my pants and the giant load of cum I had stored that was screwing with my mind.

About an hour went by when there was a quick knock out on the reception room's door. I got excited for a moment, hoping Candy was stopping in to see me because I had a monster load for her to try and choke down, but it opened and Diane strode into the reception office. "Just fucking great," I mumbled to myself in disappointment. I shifted in my chair, trying to get comfortable holding a motherload of semen in my loins, and planning on making this meeting with my sister very brief.

Adjusting her shoulder bag and carrying her notebook, she strolled into my office, turned and shut that door, and then she strolled over to the chairs across from my desk as if in no hurry at all. I was already getting antsy, and annoyed at how sedate she looked, like she would waste as much of my time as she could. Well, I had other ideas.

She blew out a breath, shook her head as she smirked at me and plopped down in a seat.

"Where's ...

... Candy and Liz?" I asked, only caring where Candy might be so I could hook up with her right after this short meeting.

"I sent them home," Diane said, which annoyed me a lot, but I let it go. "Is Dad's Kentucky Bourbon still in that bottom left draw, Dickie? I could really use a shot."

I smirked and nodded. It was now my Kentucky Bourbon, since I'd replaced the bottle a dozen times, but I let that go, too. Reaching for the draw and the bottle and two snifter glasses inside it, I said, "I thought you had a drinking problem?"

Diane snickered ruefully. "Yeah, well, I've had lots of problems over the years."

"It sounded like you did." I poured us each four fingers and pushed a snifter at her. Sitting back in my chair, I took a nice stiff belt, swallowed it down and said, "You know, Sis, I'm really shocked at all those things I heard about you today. Can you fucking give me some information on who, exactly, my sister really is? I mean, all these fucking secrets? I feel really dumb, I mean, really, really fucking dumb."

Diane finished taking her own first swig, and let a breath of satisfaction. "I'm sorry, Dickie. It was never you and you were never dumb. It was me. I was... sick, a really sick and twisted spoiled rich girl. I was just so fucking obsessed with sex and so embarrassed about my... obsession... that I created this whole secret life." She shrugged, sipped her drink and shook her head.

"So, it turns out," I said, "You are even more fucked up and obsessed ...