Back at my apartment, sexy times ensue

Tiffany texted her mom that she was crashing at my place for the night before we hopped in the car. On the drive to my home, I rested a hand on her smooth thigh and told her that I was looking forward to all the kinky things we were going to do together.

Upon kicking closed the door to the apartment, we tore off each other’s clothes. Apparently, we were having dessert before dinner. Tiffany pushed me onto my bed and straddled my hips. Above me and naked, her sexiness was unholy, and I told her so. In response she made a sound that approached a growl and leaned down to kiss my neck.

She rubbed my cock between her wet nether lips and then grinned when she pushed me inside of her hot cave. We tongue kissed with a tenacity that fatigued my jaw, and yet she continued to **** my mouth with her lips and tongue. Of course, she had wanted me before, but where this particularly fiery lust had hidden dormant I did not know.

We put my mattress to the test. She had several different modes of moving her hips: bouncing straight up and down was her first mode of attack. Then pelvic thrusting while still upright seemed to hold her interest for a minute. Lastly, she laid on top of me, allowing each of us access to the other’s devouring mouth, while going back and forth.

Tiffany came while moaning into my neck. She was the first of us, but that wasn’t surprising considering that she had the full range of motion to use my cock in the way that pleased her best.

“Oh, geez,” she said. “I came too early, didn’t I?”

“Not to worry,” I said. “I’ve got this. Just lie on your back.”

I fucked her thighs, which pleased both parties because she didn’t have to do anything while still participating in getting me off and I was able to answer for myself the burning question of how those shapely thighs felt around my cock.

“Fuck, yeah,” I said, tearing off the condom. “Don’t need this where I’m cumming.”

After reclaiming the joy of sex, I rolled over to lay next to Tiffany.

“I could get used to this,” I said.

“Fucking each other’s brains out?”

“That, too. But I was talking about relaxing next to you in a post-orgasmic stupor.”

“Mmmmm.” She took my hand in hers.

After a few minutes, we took a shower together—I rushed through it, too hungry and exhausted for the round two that might have ensued had I riled up Tiffany with my apparently irresistible bod.

I unwrapped the frozen pizza we’d bought earlier and stuck it in the oven.

She seemed pensive after the shower. I guessed that she was having moral difficulties with the eagerness with which she had used her cousin to get off, a cousin who she still thought was sick. Lying next to me in the dark for the second consecutive night, she appeared to be looking at the ceiling.

“Hey,” I said, drawing close to her. “Whatever it is, don’t worry about it. I love you.”

I hugged her against me the way I had the first night, caressing the back of her head while her face was buried in my neck.

“I love you,” she said.

The way she said wasn’t in answer to what I had vocalized, like when someone says ‘I love you, too’ as an automatic response. She said it in answer to what I was doing with her physically. When I asked myself why she liked being held like this so much, I thought that perhaps because her father had died at such an early age, she had never gotten enough paternal affection, which in this world was maternal affection.

There was no problem with me giving her something she hadn’t known she’d been missing. In fact, I held her tighter.

I had fun with this thread, but at least until I get more ideas, I'm not going to continue it. To my mind, what's missing is some difficulty for the heroic, incestuous couple to overcome. If anything feasible occurs to you, let me know in the comments.