Family Reunion

I pull up to the ranch in my dusty truck, the engine rumbling to a stop as dust settles around me. It's been years since Dad's remarriage shattered our family, Mom's death still fresh in everyone's minds when he jumped into that new life. He married a Latina woman ten years younger just two weeks after mom's burial. My sister, Rose and I had been devastated.

I was twenty then. Rose and I cut him off cold, no calls, no visits, nothing. As if out of anger or maybe wanting to find out what had made dad act that way. I had only dated Latina women since then. Now, fourteen years later out of the blue, he reaches out, his voice thick with regret on the phone, begging for a reunion.

"Come to the ranch," he says. "Let's try to fix this." I agree, curiosity and a buried hope pulling me here. My sister refuses. I hit the road, driving two hours to the place we grew up. Glad that I work remotely so being mobile is not complicated for me.

The front door swings open before I knock, and there he is—Dad, older, grayer, but still sturdy from ranch work. He pulls me into a rough hug, clapping my back.

"Son, it's good to see you.," His wife, Elena, my step mom smiles warmly from the kitchen, stirring something on the stove. And then there's my other sister, Lily. I am meeting her for the first time, twenty years my junior, her body curved and innocent in a simple jumpsuit that hugs her small breasts and flares at her hips. Her eyes widen when she sees me, a mix of shyness and excitement. She looks like a baby sheltered here on the ranch, untouched by the world. At fourteen her chest is too full for her. It squishes me as I hug her. I am almost getting hard but I manage to will it away. She is my sister after all and the bond will always be pure. It takes all my willpower not to stare at her big bubbly butt as she walks around the house.

We sit down to dinner, the conversation awkward at first, Dad rambling about the cattle and the land, Elena nodding along. Lily picks at her food, stealing glances at me. I catch her eye and smile, feeling a spark ignite low in my gut. She's this fresh, untouched beauty, her cheeks flushing under my gaze. Dad talks about reconciliation, how he wants us all close again. I nod, but my mind wanders to her soft lips.

Later that night, after Dad and Elena retire early, I find Lily in the living room, curled up with a book under the lamp light. She is wearing an oversize pink nightgown that isn't either childish or mature. She looks perfect.

"Can't sleep?" I ask, sitting beside her on the couch. She shakes her head, biting her lip. "After years of only hearing about you. It's weird having you here, I don't know what to feel about you. Also you are my brother but so different" I reach out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, my fingers lingering on her skin. She doesn't pull away. Indeed we are different. I and my real sister are auburn hair blue eyed while she is darker having inherited most of her mom's Latino features.

"I hope I can be a good brother to you." I say sheepishly. Dumbly actually. Because for some reason my dick is twitching. I have only dated Latinas. I have been in this position many times when about to fuck them. This may be the first Latina who is going to stay to me close without me cumming in her. Her presence close to me brings all sorts of negative thoughts. And my dick isn't famous about behaving well.

Instead, of her staying away from me as she should she leans in, her breath quickening. "Has anyone told you how handsome you are," she whispers. That's all it takes. I cup her face and kiss her, slow at first, then deeper, my tongue sliding into her mouth as she gasps. Eventually she pulls away.

"What... What are you doing?" She asks panting.

"It's nice brotherly love. I will show you what big handsome brothers do to their young sisters." She nods enthusiastically.

I pull her closer. Her hands tremble as she clutches my shirt, I kiss her again. She kisses back, eager and unpracticed. I slide my hand up her thigh, under the hem of her dress, finding the heat between her legs. She's wearing simple cotton panties, already damp.

"Let me show you," I murmur against her lips. She nods, eyes wide and trusting. I carry her to my guest room down the hall, locking the door softly behind us.

I strip her dress off, revealing her pale skin, round perky tits with pink nipples hardening in the cool air. She's a virgin, I know it—innocent, untouched. My cock hardens in my jeans as I push her onto the bed, kissing down her neck, sucking her nipples until she moans softly. I peel off her panties, spreading her legs to see her tight pink pussy, glistening with arousal.

"You're so wet for me as you should," I say, rubbing my thumb over her clit. I begin sucking it hungrily. I like sucking pussy. Hers tastes like an expensive dish. She arches, whimpering. I do not let her cum.

I undress quickly, my hard cock springing free, thick and veined. Her eyes go wide.

"Whats that? It's big," she breathes. I guide her hand to it, showing her how to stroke, her grip tentative but firming up. Then I position myself between her thighs, rubbing the head of my cock against her slick folds. "Its my cock. It will make you feel so good. But it might hurt at first," I warn, but she nods, pulling me closer. I push in slowly, her tightness gripping me, her virgin walls stretching around my shaft.

I enter inch by inch and she grits her teeth trying to take my seven inch cock like a good girl.

"So fucking tight." I groan when I fully enter her tiny hole. She cries out, nails digging into my shoulders. I hold still enjoying the feeling of being buried deep inside her pussy.

I start thrusting, gentle at first, feeling her adjust, her wetness coating me. "Fuck, you're so tight. I love you sis," I groan, picking up speed. She wraps her legs around me, moaning louder now, her hips bucking up to meet mine. I pound into her, the bed creaking under us, her pussy clenching rhythmically. Suddenly, she tenses, her body shaking as she cums hard on my dick, her squirt gushing out around me, soaking my balls and the sheets. It feels incredible, her hot juices pulsing, coating me as I keep fucking her through it.

"Good girl," I pant, pulling out and flipping her onto her back. "Now, taste me." I kneel over her, guiding my slick cock to her lips. She hesitates, then opens her mouth, her tongue flicking out tentatively. I teach her, showing her how to lick the underside, swirl around the head, then take me in deeper. She sucks eagerly, bobbing her head, gagging a little when I hit the back of her throat but not stopping. Saliva drips down her chin as she works me, her innocent eyes looking up for approval.

I can't hold back long. I pull her up, positioning her to straddle me. "Ride me now," I say, helping her lower onto my cock. She sinks down, gasping at the fullness, her tight pussy enveloping me again. I grip her hips, guiding her up and down, teaching her the rhythm—slow grinds turning to faster bounces. Her tits jiggle with each movement, her moans filling the room as she rides me harder, chasing another orgasm. I thrust up into her, our bodies slapping together, sweat slicking our skin.

We're lost in it, her pussy squeezing me tight, when footsteps echo in the hall. Dad's voice calls out, "Lily? You in the guest room?" Panic hits me. She's still impaled on my cock, frozen. I clamp a hand over her mouth, whispering, "Shh, stay quiet." She nods, eyes wide, as the footsteps pause outside the door. The knob rattles slightly, but it's locked. "Must be hearing things," Dad mutters, his steps retreating. We wait, hearts pounding, until silence returns. Lily exhales, then giggles softly,

"You didn't tell me it's a secret. She says but before I can answer she is grinding down on me again. I fuck her harder, relieved, and she cums once more, squirting all over my cock, the sensation pushing me over the edge. I pull out and cum on her stomach, thick ropes painting her skin.

I clean her up quickly with me tongue. She begins moaning but I stop before we go too far. I am afraid of getting her addicted to my cock. We cuddle, her curled against me in the afterglow.

"That was amazing,' she whispers, tracing patterns on my chest. Then she says what I was afraid of. " I want more." She is getting addicted to it. Just like my ex girlfriends who until now still came for some. I think maybe this could work—a real family tie, twisted as it is. This is the only possible connection I can have with this girl. I do not see her like my sister at all. I fuck her twice again that night making her practise the things I have taught her. I reward her finally for learning well by cumming in her. She begs for another round but I don't let her. I simply finger her till she comes again.

"So greedy for cock." I tell her as she comes. Her cheeks become pink blushing. She finally agrees to go back to her room full of my cum.

The next morning, I jerk off before leaving my room. Over coffee, I bring it up to Dad.

"I could stay here for a while," I say casually. "Help us get close, you know?" He looks surprised but nods immediately, relief flooding his face.

"That's great, son. Whatever brings us together." Elena smiles, oblivious. Lily catches my eye, a secret heat in her gaze. As Lily and I go for a hike after breakfast, I plan to take her to the horse barns and fuck her, I know we're just beginning—her tight body mine to fuck, our fucked-up family maybe mending in ways he’ll never suspect.

Watch out for part two where Rose and Dad reconnect.