Fucking on the Floor

Time stopped. My heart skipped a beat. I violently pushed away the random woman I had been necking and ran towards Cindy. She dropped her paperwork and embraced me. Our eyes met, our lips touched. I didn't say a word. I didn't have to.

I removed her clothing, almost animalistically, and she removed mine. I gently laid her down on the marble floor and found my entry way. We fucked then and there for ten, maybe twenty minutes. I can't even recite how we fucked, because my mind went blank with joy.

We cuddled on the hard floor, staring into each other's eyes. She smiled at me, and I at her. "When did you wake up from the coma?"

"Yesterday," I responded, tracing the curves of her breast. Had it really only been one day? Time may have not been kind to me, but it was to her. Impossible to believe she was my older sister.

She frowned. "You should've called." I explained to her about the Leap Day nonsense and the Reeves insanity, but she still felt hurt that I didn't find a way to track her and mom down. "I guess you have to go wherever your cock leads you," she said, getting an excuse that made sense to her.

Megan and Janice had been mulling around, waiting for me to finish fucking my sister. Courthouse officials had to begrudgingly reroute the citation line which was now being blocked by our fucking. They were glad to see that we finished blocking the area as a janitor rolled in to mop up the mess.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, trying to help my sister find her bra. "Traffic ticket. They really don't like it when old fogeys like me still drive themselves."

Cindy found her ripped up pants, and removed the porthole before tossing them in the trash. She tried to make a call or send an MSG, but the Leap Day interference was making things hard on everybody. That's probably why there was a long line for the traffic payments, which usually would be done over the net.

The four of us went to the food court where Cindy had a voracious appetite. If I had a more critical eye, I would've noticed that her thighs were a little bigger than twenty years prior, but she was still my beautiful big sister. I had lain napkins down on her chair if only for her health. She was now only clad in a red t-shirt, so we needed to be extra careful where she sat. Although fucking on the floor was not the healthiest activity in hindsight.

"So, we've gotta get you to mom's house. You need to fuck our twins," is what I believe she said while inhaling some french fries. "I don't know, Cin, I kinda have to get back to the Manor. Amy is tied up in the cellar and I just sent a new cunt over there to fuck."

I was obfuscating. A part of me was embarrassed about my appearance, my age. Seeing Janice and now Cindy didn't help with seperating my old life from my new. Cindy saw it too, looking with concern into my eyes. "Okay. How 'bout you give me the address, and I'll pick up the twins and we'll come by tonight for a sleepover. They are both virgins, so you'll love that. You can even fuck them on the grass, if you're still into that," joked Cindy, recalling the time long ago when I took her virginity and probably conceived those twins.

I had a feeling she would be bringing more than the twins, but I agreed. We said our goodbyes, and I gave her a very sloppy goodbye kiss. I watched her exposed ass walk away, knowing I'd be fucking it in a matter of hours.

"I'll stay with you tonight, John," said Janice, "but I'm supposed to be shipping out to Sierra Leone tomorrow. The President wants to try to use an EDP to take out the dictatorship, and I need to supervise the op."

I'm pretty sure that was highly classified information that she just volunteered, so I tried to ignore it.

Our car, or a similar one, picked us up from the Mosk Courthouse and drove us back to Reeves Manor. I would have to do something about that name.

I saw my sister Cindy, still pantsless in the driveway, alongside who I surmised to be the twins, and a familiar face.