Ian's Adventure Pt. 06 - Sex Stories

Ian's Adventure Pt. 06

... coffee table, and the game waiting in the darkness.

What would have happened had a card called for true sexual intercourse?

Could we-would we do the deed?

I want to say that I was positive I wouldn't, but like Lily said, there was a part of me that wanted to. It was only the appearance of mom that stopped us short. Had she not returned when they did, would Lily and I have done more?

Could I really have sex with my own sister?

I knew if I had post-nut clarity, there wouldn't be a chance in hell, but right then, at that moment, on a tropical island in the middle of a storm, with no electricity, sitting around a table in near darkness, with three naked women and bearing a raging hard-on, I wasn't so sure I could say no.

What would it be like to make love to my own sister?

Or my mom for that matter?

Would she call me her baby, or darling like you read in those trashy porn stories that I like to read? More importantly, would I be able to perform? Could I satisfy her, bring her to the orgasm she richly deserved?

I felt a wave of nausea as I realized I was having that fantasy of having sex with my own mother again.

What the fuck was I thinking?

I sat up in darkness, drenched in sweat, chased by an unsettling dream that I couldn't recall. It was as hot as Hades in the living room. It was also very quiet. The storm must have ended earlier, leaving a thick blanket of heat in it's wake.

Did it always get so hot after a hurricane? I fumbled for my ...

... phone. No service of course. But the phone light did help me to find a way to open the windows. Despite the age of building, the windows did work flawlessly.

Although not exactly cooler outside, a small breeze meandered indoors, curious to explore the house, and helped to reduce the suffocating stillness inside.

I could hear the soft roar of an upset ocean, waves breaking on the beach only yards away. No bird noises yet, so sunrise was still some time away.

I had to pee.

At least the toilet was still working.

I went back to the living room, illuminated now.

I stopped, wondering if I had left a candle burning unattended.

No. I hadn't lit one.

Then why was there a candle burning now?

Then I had my answer.

Mom was lying on the couch, her back to me, covered by a red satin sheet that clung to her in all the right ways, the true definition of static cling. I was reminded of the t-shirts she would wear when doing yoga.

I stared for a moment.

From the way the fabric clung to her, there was no doubt mom was naked under that sheet. I knew her state of undress was from how hot and humid the night had become, but still various fantasies quickly flicked through my mind.

"Mom?" I asked, dismissing the sinful thoughts.

"Too hot in the bedroom." She grumbled, fidgeting with her pillow, but not turning to look at me.

"Uh." I tried to find the words to speak, staring at her sensuous back side. The way her body curved was like seeing an old time ...