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An Interlude
by Anonymous Author (no address provided)
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After the recent death of their parents, brother and
sister find comfort from their sorrow in brother's bed.
(mf-teens, youths, inc, 1st, rom)
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THE FIRE ENGINE red classic XK-140 Jag nimbly moved at
75 MPH down the Pacific Coast Highway headed towards the
Westwood area and home. Traffic was light this night for
a change. Dom and Maria Valacchi chatted about the
events of the evening at the holiday dinner party in
Malibu, listening to the tenor sounds of Russell Watson
waif through the rebuilt classic coupes leather and wood
interior.
Dom moved his head slightly to avoid the glare of the
bright headlights in his rearview mirrors of the
approaching vehicle behind him. “Sonnofabitch!” he
exclaimed, as the lights grew larger and brighter,
illuminating the Jag’s red leather interior.
Maria had turned to stare at the ill- mannered driver.
She could see the large chrome grill of the huge Volvo
eighteen- wheeler nearly touching their car’s rear end.
“Oh my gawd, Dom, that trucks gonna hit us. Do
something!” Maria nearly screamed.
Dom stomped the accelerator peddle to the floor. The
beefed up 140 jumped ahead several car lengths. The semi
quickly chewed up the gap. Dom was frozen in fear to the
steering wheel as they hurtled south at 100 mph; the
right fender of the tractor-trailer rig now was inches
from the Jag’s left rear fender.
The truck’s bump seemed like a parking lot tap. At 100
mph, the tap was enough. The shiny red Coupe started to
fishtail. The semi bumped from left to right again
against the car’s fender. Dom tried to correct for the
fishtail. Nothing worked; the truck was pushing again.
Suddenly the semi dropped back. Dom attempted to
straighten out the erratic movement. “OhGodOhGod! Dom,
we’re skidding, do something!” she uttered in a rather
low voice, her dark eyes pinched shut with hopes the
nightmare would go away, clutching the seat belt
harness, her knuckles white.
It was too late. The Jag’s rear tires had caught the
graveled shoulder. The car sliding across the loose
material, as if drawn by a huge magnet, was suddenly
airborne over the edge into nothingness then towards the
rock-strewn beach below. As it arced out towards the
vast Pacific, the heavy front end pulled the car down.
The last things Dom heard, was the roar of the over
tached engine and his lovely wife’s hysterical screaming
competing with fragments of Russell Watson’s Tenor
voice.
The large Catholic funeral had been an afternoon
consuming affair. The Valacchis were well known, very
affable, and highly regarded hosts.
Nearly three weeks had elapsed after the accident before
the remains had been released for burial. The autopsies
had been for not- nothing unusual. Even the blood
alcohol level was minimal. The deaths had been termed
accidental due to human error.
As an only kid, four-year old Salvatore was taken with
his new eighteen month old baby step-sister. He helped
Mama A look after the pretty dark haired girl with the
beautiful olive skin. Even at that early age, her large
hazel eyes, with long lashes, and full lips, drew every
ones attention.
When she crawled, he crawled with her, the two of them
laughing and giggling. He learned to change her wet-
messy diapers, Angela put the two in the bathtub where
Sal liked to investigate Sam's fat labia which always
caused her to giggled when he tickled her pussy. He was
there helping her take her first tentative steps; Sal
had always been there for her. The children spent many
hours in the care of Angelina and Gino, when he Gino was
not with Dom, as Maria and Dom their father met their
many social and business obligations.
It was big brother Sal that Samantha went to with a hurt
knee or a school problem to discuss. It was Sal's lap
she would sit on facing him, rubbing her excited pubis
against his small erection, always kissing him on the
lips as she massaged herself. It was Sal she sought when
she had a bad dream or heard creepy noises, crawling
into his warm bed where she was soon cuddled up and
asleep.
You lika some Fettuccini? Angela finally asked as she
wiped her wet cheeks and eyes with the back of her
hands. You needa some of Mama A s pasta! You not eat
much today. I heat some for you two.
Ok, they said in unison, suddenly laughing at how they
had responded; the offer of Angelina s cooking sounded
good.
The fettuccini with Gino's wife's Alfredo sauce was
beyond great, it always was. Mama A broke the rules a
little; she insisted they have a glass of red wine with
their pasta she didn't have to insist to strenuously.
She wanted them to sleep to help ease the pain of the
day she just knew would come in the night.
The delicious meal, the Chianti (two glasses), and the
late hour worked its magic; the kids had dozed off on
the family room couch trying to watch some TV movie.
Sal stirred, half asleep, got up then eased Sam’s legs
onto the couch, covering her with a lap robe kept at
hand there. She was out. He kissed her on the forehead
then punched the remote control, turning off the large
television set. He staggered up the stairs to his room,
managing to shed his sweats as he moved towards the bed;
again sound asleep as his head hit the pillow.
*
Some three hours later, a distraught Samantha, black
hair now around her tear-wet face, entered her step-
brother’s room as she had so many times over the years.
The wine had not worked that well for her. The nightmare
of the events these past few days continued to flash
through her mind; she was in the Jag as it arced out
over the rock-strewn beach. The realistic scene brought
her half awake, more like a dream state. She lifted the
comforter and slid in next to his warm near nude shorts
clad body. She was used to it.
She eased his arm over where she could lay her head on
it and cuddled to her warm security. She instinctively
turned to somewhat face him lying on her side and put
her bare leg over his thighs as she settled in, with an
arm across his bare muscular chest. He had not moved, so
sound did he sleep. His warmth seeped through her long
nightgown and caressed her bare leg that lay over his
upper thighs.
She relaxed into near sleep, her eyes heavy, peacefully
savoring the warm quiet comfort, the painful thoughts
slowly ebbing away as his soft rhythmic breathing
caressed her ear like a melodic running stream. Even in
her dream like state, her overly warm thighs began to
tingle, sending forbidden signals. She snuggled tighter
to Sal’s warm body. He only slightly moved pulling her
tighter to his side as she succumbed to sleep.
A new dream, a memory really of their younger days when
she would sit on his lap enjoying the feel of his erect
thingy had entered her mind. She and Sal were running
and playing barefoot in a beautiful field of
wildflowers; white clouds blotting the azure blue sky
here and there. The running and laughter were
exhilarating as she chased him up the hill reaching out
as they raced for the crest.
The thrill became near overwhelming as she ran faster;
her breathing labored, he slowed as she caught hold of
him. She was about eight at the time. Her arms encased
his slim waist finally resting her hot hands low on his
well- muscled stomach. She was nearly panting as she
automatically moved her right hand towards his groin,
gripping his six inch erection, pushing her excited body
to him so as not to fall as she suddenly reached an
unexpected pinnacle of ecstasy, her first climax.
Suddenly she gripped Sal tighter trying to push her
overly warm body more on top of him. He mumbled
something as she did so. He instinctively reached out in
the dark for his make believe seductress. His hands
instead found the warm female body nearly lying on top
of him.
Without conscientiously thinking, he proceeded to lift
and move the near, flannel-clad, body over on top of
him. Sam assisted in the transition without hesitation,
letting go of his swollen erection at the last moment,
as she raised her nightgown hem to her waist, pulled
herself up into a precarious position. Sal was still
too caught up in the dream to realize Sam’s presence.
Her movements became more determined, more forceful. She
clung to him in desperation as if they were floating in
space. Her moisture bathed him as she rode him; he now
responded. He met her movements; he caressed her soft
lower back, kissing her neck. Her warm soft lips found
his. He did not resist but held her tighter.
He could contain his self no longer. His strong hands
slid down to her silk encased derriere and pulled her
demanding body tight as he released.
She moaned as she felt his hot wetness and pushed, her
strokes and gyrations became intense. Samantha trembled.
Her whole body seemed to soar. She buried her face in
his neck, pushed hard against the still swollen member,
let out a muffled scream and bit her Romeo’s neck.
“Oh God, I love you so!” She murmured and deeply kissed
him again.
Sal came fully awake. He broke off the kiss and held her
tight to him. "Oh baby, what have we done, he anguished
in her small ear.
“It's ok my love, it's ok. I need you so badly,” she
whispered. She again kissed him passionately searching,
teasing with her tongue. Sal could only hold her tight
and respond.
They entwined for several minutes. Sam kissed his neck
as he held her tightly to his still needful body. She
thrilled as Sal pulled her nightgown up to her shoulders
then off over her head. Her exposed nipples swelled to a
demanding erection as they touched his hot bare chest.
His right hand carefully found her left nipple,
massaging softly. She moaned. Her open lips found his,
her eager tongue slid into engage his. She was wet again
in need of his cock but in her pussy this time.
She reached down to her wet panties and managed to slide
them down to her knees then worked her legs to remove
them completely from her legs. Her legs spread
automatically with the freedom exposing her demanding
treasure to Sal's swollen tool. She massaged her swollen
exposed clit on his cock head for a few moments.
Sal cast all caution to the seven winds as he placed the
glans at her open lips. She pushed down to take him into
her hot wet channel. She stopped her downward movement
as she felt the pressure his cock against her partial
hymen. " Push it in love." she encouraged. He raised up
to insert more as she pushed down helping his cock past
her hymen. She felt only a touch of pain as he fully
embedded his eight inches. Sam climaxed.
Sal held her tight as she road up to her crest. "Oh gawd
Sal, fuck me! Fuck me!" she almost screamed.
He pulled out to her open labia then pushed in again as
she continued to violently climax again. "Harder love!"
she demanded rubbing her clit roughly against his pubis.
He was suddenly in dire need to climax. "I can't come in
you," as he slowly pulled back down and out of her
wetness. His cock head was pushing at her dilated anus
as he erupted.
His mouth found hers as he did. She collapsed on him,
breathing heavily. They spoke not a word. The lovers
drifted off to sound sleep in that blissful position.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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