The upcoming weeks and months were mostly filled with paperwork and a shitload of searching. My sister, sorry my girlfriend, and I looked for our new hometown. At least 500 miles away from home, where nobody knows us. A place for us to start over. To life as a newly wed couple. Totally freed from the fact that we are not just lovers, but brother and sister too. Our parents were more than just supportive. They gave us some money for the start, organized a car for us and ordered some wedding rings. They even found a way to do the paperwork, to make us official husband and wife. Sis and I made up a cover story: We were neighbors, living in the same house, in the same small down, more less knowing each other since forever. Latter as adults, we were falling for each other, we married and somehow got sick of the town we had grown up in: Always the same people. The same old stories. And not that many jobs. No real career opportunities. It took a while to get it all done, but they day of our exodus came closer. When the day finally arrived, we all, the whole family, had some terrible feeling deep down inside our guts. We knew that we would miss each other. We weren’t talking that much in that morning. Dad helped me loading the last stuff on the car, sis helped mom making some lunch. The conversations that morning somehow were awkward. We all knew that the goodbye would come, and we all were afraid of it. When everything was done, we just stood in front of our home. The house we all lived in together. The house sis and I grew up in. We said goodbye to the house. We hugged our parents. They hugged us. We all had tears in our eyes. Dad, and I, we tried to play it though, but in the end, tears were running down our cheeks too. But we had to go. It was better that way. Sis and I both turned around more than once, looked back at our old home, waved our parents goodbye. Still with tears running down our cheeks. But somehow we were happy to leave. Happy to leave our old lives behind us. Happy to stop being brother and sister and become husband and wife. And the further we were away from home, the more relaxed and open we became. When we entered a restaurant next to the highway, we were holding hands. For the first time in public ever. I even grabbed my sisters damn hot ass while walking in. We ordered some food, were flirting openly. And people just didn’t care at all. But we knew about our dirty little secret. So it was a big turn on for us both. A damn big one. A few minutes later we were in the bathroom. Occupying one toilet stall. My head between her legs. My tongue, and a few fingers inside her pussy. I silenced her by stuffing her panties into her mouth. Then I began to fuck her. The way she likes it. I know exactly what buttons I have to push to make my sister, ah sorry, wife, happy. It didn’t took long until she made it to the top. I came with her. Filled up her pussy with a steaming hot load of cum. After dinner, we kept on driving. Enjoying the scenery, enjoying being together while listening to some nice tunes from the radio and doing some dirty talk. Shortly after a beautiful sunset we arrived at the motel. I began to undress myself. Ready to jump onto her. To fuck her. But she stopped me. Told me that it was time to try something new. That she wanted me to fuck her up her ass. I said yes. Not that fucking my sister up the ass was the only thing I was dreaming off, but I was thinking, why not. Maybe it has something. For both of us. When she came back from the bathroom, when she had finished preparing herself we both were really damn nervous. We tried to kiss each other to calm us down. But it didn’t work out that well. So we decided to go for it. We started slow. I lubed up one finger and slid him gently up her ass. I fingered her for a long time until she said that she was ready for number two. Same game again. Then number three came in. And yes, fingering my sister’s dirty hole was turn on for me. It kept me rock hard. She noticed it. Smiled at my boner. And said: “Now, fuck me brother. But gentle.” I drowned my cock in lube and entered her backdoor. Gently. I let my dick slide in slowly. She took him without any problems. Even told me to go all in. Balls deep. And I did. I fucked her slow and deep. She began to enjoy it. Began to moan. I had trouble holding my load in. I had to fight the urge to nut out a big load. For some time I succeeded. But then she asked me to go faster. And harder. The good brother I am, I obeyed. I went in faster and harder. Not full speed ahead. I was too much for me. I nutted a load up her ass. I tried to stop me from doing so, I failed. After pulling out, she told me that it was okay. She also told me that something, some feeling started to build up in her. It felt good. But she was far away from an orgasm. I once more told her that I was sorry, she just kissed me. And hugged me. Told me again that it was okay. And now, I believed her. We cuddled a little and fell asleep. In the morning after our experiment I woke up with some hard wood between my legs. So I spooned sis and poked her awake. She didn’t say anything. She just took my cock, jerked me a little and then slid him inside her wet pussy. I spoon fucked her. I kissed her beautiful soft neck while doing so. It didn’t took long until she had her first orgasm. Just a small one to warm her up. We didn’t change position at all. I didn’t even change the pace of fucking her. I just kept on going. Her orgasm number two was already a little bit bigger. She really began to moan. Her body cramped a little bit. But I wasn’t done with her. Not now. I had some stamina left in me. I aimed to give her a number three. To give me number one. I felt tension building up in her. Tension building up in me. Somehow sadistic me showed. A few moments before she would jump over the edge, I just pulled out. Gave myself a few strokes and shot a nasty load on her ass. She wasn’t pleased at all. She was royally pissed at me. She was calling me some not that nice names. I, I just had a smile on my face. Somehow enjoyed the show. Yes you have to be an asshole in bed, sometimes. And I would make up for it later. But that my dear reader, is a different tale to tell.

And yes, fiction. Nothing but fiction.