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Banbaile, The Isle of Lewis, Outer Hebrides, Scotland

1980, Monday

“Ow” Moira gasped as Sean’s cock pushed accidentally into her anus. “Not in there!”.

“Sorry, piuthar” he said. (piuthar—sister). He’d been thrusting wildly into her wet hairless snatch when his cock had fallen out of her. Pushing back in, he’d not looked to where he was going.

“At least not now” she smiled wickedly as she reached behind and grabbed his cock and pushed back till her pussy had swallowed his length.

“Fuck!” she exclaimed as she took all of him inside her

She marvelled at how big her brother’s cock was. He held her hips as he thrust.

There she was, still in her dress. On all fours, on the bed. Her dress was hitched up over her ass and her panties—well she hadn’t been wearing any. He was on his knees behind her, his jeans down but still wearing his shirt and wooly jumper… Scotland was cold.

She reached now between her legs, and fingered her clit as his cock rammed in and out of her hot wetness.

“Fuck” she trembled as another orgasm rushed through her

“I’m going to come” he cried

Quickly she pulled off him and spun around, to catch his erupting ejaculate in her mouth.

“Mmmm-mmmm-mmmm” she smiled as her mouth ran down his shaft. She gulped down his come as fast as he shot it into her mouth. She snorted a laugh at how much come he fed her

She kept sucking, cleaning him after he’d finished. As she did she straightened her dress down with one hand, the other she caressed his deflating cock

“That was amazing” he gasped as he did up his pants

“I couldn’t believe how much you came” she laughed as she sat there watching her brother

“How do I look?” he asked

“Turn around” she said

He did so. She grabbed him and buried her face in between his ass-cheeks. She took in a big breath

“Why’d you do that?” he asked he smiled as he turned full around.

“I love the smell of your arse” she said, “Don’t you?”

“What? Love the smell of my own arse?”

“No… I mean… my arse” she said

“I love everything about you” he said

She stood up and embraced him. “I wish we could marry” she said

“Marry?” he asked as she draped her arms around him

“Yeah” she said “We could do this all the time”

“We’d go to gaol (jail)” he said

“Not if we moved… like to the States, or Canada, or Australia even” she said enthusiastically.

“Would you have my babies?” he asked

“I’d have them… as long as they didn’t turn out to be little monstrous freaks” she said… “You know, with two heads”

“Two heads”

“Well… maybe it could happen”

“I don’t know”

“You know the pharaohs—they were married brothers and sisters”

“Yes, I do know”

“You’re clever” she teased

“Hey” he said

“What?”

“I think mum just pulled up”

“Bugger” she gasped, “I was hoping we could spend more time together”

She went to the bedroom door and stopped. “Do you think this is wrong?” she asked

“Now you ask?”

“Well… “

“How long have we been fucking?”

“Making love!” she corrected before she turned, wiggled her ass and went to her own bedroom.

She stopped in at the bathroom—the only one in their small house and looked in the mirror. It was lucky she did as she had some sperm on her chin. She scooped it off and licked it off of her finger just as her mom came in

“Oh, are you in here?” Jane said

“I’m just going, mum” Moira said

“Good, I really need to wee” she said as she brushed past her daughter and reaching up under her dress she pulled her panties down and sat back on the toilet

She sighed as she urinated

“I thought you were going?” she asked, looking at her daughter

“I just wanted to ask you something…”

“Can’t it wait?” Jane asked

“No”

“Well… what is it?”

“When are you going to the mainland again?”

“Next Thursday. Why?”

“Just wondering” Moira said with a wry smile, already planning fucking her brother again.

1980, Thursday

Thursday came around

Moira took a bottle of beer in with her when she went to her brother’s room. He was still asleep.

She looked out the window, carefully. She watched her mom get in her car and drive on down to Stornoway—to the airport to catch a plane to the mainland.

Moira smiled as she watched her mom drive off. She turned to see her brother lying there peacefully. His cock was hard and she wondered what it was he was dreaming about.

She slipped off her nightie and pulled down her panties. Carefully she climbed in under the sheets and guiding herself eased back onto him, taking him carefully into her asshole

She was tight. She took him in slowly. She grinned, it was ‘so naughty’ she loved it.

He spluttered awake as she took all his cock in through her anus.

“What are you…?” he gasped

“You wanted my arse” she smiled

“You’re a little minx” he said

“You’re so big I didn’t think I’d fit you all in”

“I can’t believe how tight you are” he gasped, “And soft”

As she rose up, he smelt it. “Fuck” he gasped, “That stinks”

“I know” she laughed, “I’ve not gone to the loo yet”

“Oh, man” he gasped

She sank back down on him. Even her nose twitched, and she was smelling her own ‘brand’

She rose up and down slowly

Suddenly Jane screamed “What in God’s name are you doing?”

Moira almost shit herself as she leapt off her brother’s cock, clutching the sheet, which simply exported her brother’s stiff, browned cock.

“You sick perverts!” she screamed “You horrid filithy little…”

“Mum” Moira cried “I can exp….”

“Get out!” she cried “Get out of my house the both of you!”

“Mum”

“I said get out!” Jane cried jumping at them and flailing her arms about

Sean grabbed his pants and ran out the door, then down the stairs. Outside he went over to a tap and did his best to wash his cock

He heard the door open behind him as Jane chased Moira out. She kept running after Moira who was naked, except for the sheets she clasped to her front.

“Fuck” Sean gasped as he watched.

2000, Wednesday

“Mum?” Isla cried out “I can’t find my phone”

Moira put the ironing down and went to the back of the croft (a small single-storey farm-set house).

“It’s probably where you left it”

“I’ll be late for college” Isla complained.

“Don’t be such a drama queen” Jessica said of her sister.

“Here it is” Moira said, finding it in Isla’s bedding.

“Come on” Moira said “You two better get moving”

The three got to the door when Isla noticed a man standing out on the road, on the other side of their small stone wall.

“Who is that?” Isla asked

Moira stopped and stared. And, for a moment she failed to recognise him… she then turned white.

She looked to the girls “Get a move on” she said to her daughters

She watched them walk out the gate and down the road towards the bus-stop. Watching the man for a moment she turned and went back inside.

She looked out the window and watched him as he came down the front path towards the door

He knocked on it. She stood with her back tot he wall, ignoring him

He knocked again “Moira” he called out “It’s me”

“I know” she said “Go away”

“Please I need to talk to you”

“Go away” she called back

“It’s been twenty years!”

“Go away” she said again.

Sean knocked on the door again, pounding it with the ball of his fist.

“I’ll call the police”

“You wouldn’t call them on your brother…”

And, she had to admit she wouldn’t. It would be difficult to relate to the police why she didn’t want to talk to her own brother; and to dredge up things that happened two decades ago.

She opened the door.

“Can I come in?” he asked

She stepped aside and as he past her she looked out up and down to see if anyone had seen him.

He was standing there when she directed him into the living room—to a couch. The room which was what the door opened onto was small. The ceiling low.

She sat down on a chair opposite him

“So?” he asked “How are you?”

“You’ve come here now, after all this time to ask that?”

“No.. of course not”

“Well?”

“I see you have two daughters” he said “Where’s your husband?”

“Michael….?” she said “That didn’t last…”

“I’m sorry to hear that”

“Yes, well… it’s been sixteen years since he was in our lives”

“And your girls…?”

“Both now in college”

“My how time…” he began but thought better of it

“So why did you come here?” she asked

“I missed you”

“Missed me?” she snorted

“Yes” he said, “We were…”

“Whatever we ‘were’ was a long time ago”

“We were lovers”

“A long time ago” she repeated

“You and I… we had so much fun…”

“And where were you when mum chased me down the street, naked, crying… humiliated?”

“I’m sorry” he said, “I should have taken you to America… like we planned”

“America?” she asked

“Yes… we were going to get married”

“Married!” she exclaimed—it was as if she had forgotten, or had thought it was preposterous that such a thought had ever been entertained.

“And…,” he said, “That’s why I’ve come now”

“What do you mean?”

He slid off the chair onto one knee and he took out his coat pocket a ring. A plain gold ring

“Will you marry me?”

“What?” she gasped. She didn’t know whether to laugh at him or cry for him

“Will you marry me?”

“Are you crazy?”

“No” he said “You, and the girls, can all come and live with me… in northern California”

“California?”

“I have a large property… never mind … you’ve not answered me…”

“You must be mad”

“I need you to put this ring on”

“Why?”

“You’ll understand once you’ve put it on”

He moved forward on his knee and took her left hand

He went to put it on her ring-finger himself when she pulled her hand sharply away

“I think you better leave” she said

“I love you” he said, “I want you to be my wife”

“Get out!” she yelped—she sounded just like their mom.

“Put it on damn you” he said reaching for her arm

She climbed backwards up the chair, almost leaping backwards

“Put it on” he growled

“Get out” she called “I’m calling the police”

She scrambled over the back of the chair. He leapt up after her

“Leave me alone” she screamed

He caught her and tacked her “Get off me” she cried

“I need you to put this on” he said as he wrestled with her.

He pinned her down. She scratched at him with her right hand as he used both his hands to hold her left, trying to force the ring on her finger

“Ow!” he cried as she tore at him

He managed to force her ring-finger up and he pushed the ring down over it.

She immediately stopped struggling

“How do you feel?” he asked

“It… it’s so beautiful” she said admiring the ring

“You like it?”

“Like it?” she gasped “I love it”

“I’m glad” he said as he got up ff her. He helped her to her feet.

He then knelt down on one knee “Will you…?” he began

“Of course” she laughed leaping to him, throwing her arms around his neck

They kissed.

He rose up, even with her hanging around his neck.

“You will love, honour and OBEY me?”

“Yes” she smiled and kissed him

“Say it” he said

“I will love, honour and obey you” she said

“Forever?”

“Forever” she smiled.

He picked her up into his arms “Where’s the bedroom?” he asked

“Are you going to be naughty?”

“I’m going to consummate this union”

She laughed, throwing her head back… “Down there” she pointed

He carried her down to the bedroom and threw her onto the bed

She laughed as she bounced.

“It’s been such a long time since we did this” he said as he pulled off his coat and shirt

“So long” she gasped as she raised her hips up so she could pull her jeans down

Her panties went next

She had a hairy bush

She’d put on a little weight, her tits sagged a little, and she had small lines next to her eyes, and on top of her upper lip… this had to be expected.

He’d gone a little grey and put on some weight himself

He climbed onto the bed, and she spread her legs. She was already wet as he slid his cock into her

“Oh, yesssss” she whimpered

“Oh, piuthar” he gasped as he began to ride her

She hung onto him as he thrust in and out, driving her up the bed. She bumped her head on the wooden head-board

They both laughed. He rolled them over and she sat up on top of him

He grabbed her breasts and squeezed them as she rode him

She gasped at each time she sank back down onto him

And then she came as she felt him spurt seed into her womb; barren as it now was.

“I missed that… your fat cock” she said as she lay in his arms in the cool of the morning. “Did you miss fucking? I haven’t had sex since.. well…”

“You are amazing”

“I love you, husband”

“You’re going to take it in the arse”

“Yes, of course” she smiled.

She remembered the last time they’d had sex… and it was anal. She giggled as she thought back of the mess she’d made on his cock.

She held out her ring finger and looked at it shine as it caught a beam of light

“So beautiful” she said

“It’s magical” he said

“Yes” she agreed but not for the same reasons.

“So wonderful” she added, “I can’t believe how it makes me feel for you”

“And you know what it’s real trick is?”

“What’s that?”

“It allows me to make more of them…”

“Really?”

“Yep” he said “I can enslave more like you….”

“Have you seen mum?” she smiled looking at his beautiful eyes.

“No”

“She’d like to have one of these rings, I’m sure”

“You think I should enslave mum?”

“Yeah, why not…” she grinned.

“It’s a thought” he said.. though he’d never been sexually aroused by his mom

“Girls” she said as Isla and Jessica returned home that afternoon “I’ve wonderful news”

She had her arm around her brother’s waist, holding him tightly “This is Sean” she said “He’s my new husband”

“Husband?” Jessica gasped

“Hello” he said

“And we’re all moving to the United States” Moira added

“What? No!” Isla cried “I’ve only just got a boyfriend”

“No way” Jessica said too. “I’m getting a job at the Co-op”

“I know this is sudden” Sean said

“Sudden?” Jessica gasped incredulously

“And he’s got something special for you both” Moira smiled

“What?”

“Show them” Moira said nudging her brother.

He puled out his pocket two gold rings.

“We’re going to be a special family together” Moira smiled.