The Inevitable Barrier Ch. 02: The Fallout

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This is a complete work of fiction, any resemblance to anyone or anything is purely coincidental, all characters portrayed in this story, in relation to any sexual act, are mature adults, this story contains sexual content involving consenting adults, mm/ff bi-sex, incest, anal, oral, watersports & straight, sorry, no pain, animals or ego.

*I hope you liked part 1, this is part 2, Cheryl takes over the story at some point…

**Growing up with the word ‘arse’ instead of ‘ass’, which IS a term to describe a donkey, I feel that ‘arse’ is THE appropriate word to use. The language is not American or English, it’s Australian.

Many thanx for the feedback, I hope this is a little better. O.B.

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The Inevitable Barrier: The Fallout.

When I say ‘corporate’, Mum & Dad were lawyers for a string of corporations that focused mostly on the construction of education facilities for disadvantaged kids. My sister was a divorce lawyer, for the wealthy. She represented women that were true victims of trauma, at the hands of the blokes that they married.

Although Mum & Dad were semi retired, they quite often took on the role of consultant for negotiations that needed that extra special care. What they knew about the legal goings on in boardrooms across the country, was enough to fill any library, full.

Shezz was absolutely stunning to watch in a divorce court. She had a solid reputation for ferreting out the liars from the truth. Both blokes & women found out the hard way, that to lie in a divorce court, is dangerous. The extremes people go to, to protect their virtue, is obscene, at one end of the spectrum, idiotic & unbelievable at the other end.

I came to the conclusion that us blokes just need to keep our cocks in our pants. Our role in society is highly pivotal, in the grand scheme of things, we just need to recognise the strength a woman really has before we even blink in the direction of between her legs.

The primal attitude of returning to where we blokes originated, is the greatest mystery of Life. No-one knows why it happens.

It’s an inbuilt mechanism in our make-up. There’s no way to avoid it, unless you’re born a female.

We’ve learnt over the eons, than blokes are only useful for two things. Protect & create.

But, it’s then up to the girls to provide us with something to protect.

A bloke solo, on his own will never provide anything, except entertainment for himself.

Two blokes will never create anything worth protecting, neither will two women. A solo woman will also never create anything.

To create something for us to protect, we need to know exactly how strong you women are. We’ll show you how strong we are, we’re blokes, that’s what we do. We need the guiding hand of nurture & those little things in the female body called eggs to ‘help’ create a masterpiece.

When that little masterpiece finally arrives in the world, we recognise it as being a child. A child two people, a bloke & a woman, created together. It’s how Life rolls on this planet. That’s the bare arsed reality of it all. In the long run, blokes are always gunna be needed to protect what they create with a woman.

It’s just a crying shame that over the eons, some blokes got greedy.

They wanted something that will never exist.

They wanted something that was better than perfection.

With what I’ve seen in a divorce courtroom, I can quite easily sit here & say that there is nothing better than perfection.

But, that’s never been a reason for so many fuckwits who set about proving the theory wrong.

It’s sorta like the rationality that surrounds incest.

As highly impressionable kids, we are ALL exposed to so many different aspects, agendas, morals & clichés. When we’re old enough to understand where the boundaries of existence on this planet are, we’re told to be careful, Life is full of unknowns. What has totally slipped through to the keeper, is the fact that what might be good for one, is absolute crap to someone else.

What also remains to be said about the social enigmas relating to a brother ‘having sex’ with his sister, is that no-one will know the full story. Conjecture, assumption, forecasting is a shallow reason for casting aspersion on someone that is no potential threat to global welfare or the welfare of anyone, for that fact. Were there a country or a world called ‘Incestopia’ where the only creed is that you love your family for everything it is, I’d be on the first train there.

The bible bleats about the degradation & disgusting act of incest, even though, it was incest that started that story off in the first place. What right did anyone have telling me that a mother giving birth to her son’s child was wrong?

That it was a dirty, atrocious act that ‘should’ never be talked about or shown in public.

What also shakes up that barrel of monkeys, that a woman was created from a blokes rib. What moron came up with that analogy?

I reckon the convo went a little something like this:

“Hey bahis firmaları Big Fella, I’ve got too many bones in this thing you call a body, ya wanna take one of these rib thingys & make a woman for me, we got plenty of sand here?”

Good grief, give me a feather & tell me I’m a possum, that work’s at Macca’s. Seriously?

The biggest act of betrayal, is incest will never be seen as an act of Love, in it’s truest form. It will always be a taboo subject that no-one really wants to talk about. All we ever wanna talk about these days is being more greedier than the next bloke. That, in itself is the greatest lie ever told, though. Did some bloke, way back when, really thump some other bloke over the head because he wanted a go at the woman that was better looking than his own partner?

The syndrome known as ‘my dick is bigger than yours’ is the biggest misconception on the planet. Blown out of proportion by someone that wanted to prove to the world that HIS dick was in fact bigger than everyone else’s. It’s just a crying shame that there’s not enough people in the world to stop giving a fuck about how big someone’s dick is. Yet. Give it time, though.

Someone’s gunna start a revolution soon to take back what was never spose to have been taken in the first place.

Then we’ll see how big those monkeys’ dicks really are.

Regardless, irrespective, irrelevant & immaterial to whoever the father is, when a bloke becomes a father, his value then extends to that child, AS WELL AS the mother of that child. That’s the only concept that needs to be released on it’s own recognisance.

But, who am I kidding, like THAT is ever gunna happen. All the dick wavers need to stop waving their dicks for that to happen.

And it’s time for me to get off my soapbox.

My sister & my parents took down some totally impossible people that just simply refused to stop waving their dicks around.

It’s actually very funny to watch these morons.

He loses his house, his wife, his kids, his livelihood, his secrets & his dick waving capabilities.

Then, when he gets desperate, he proves, beyond any doubt, how much of a needledick he really is.

The astonishing thing is, the more desperate he gets, the worse he gets.

But, I spose that’s just because blokes are wired that way.

We’ve got thick heads, it takes us a bit to get the message.

We’re blokes.

Once we get the message though, we’re good to go.

Remember, we need that gentle, guiding hand, we’re fucktus cactus without it otherwise. Behind every man…blah blah…shit, ya know.

We blokes need you women like you need us.

Sometimes it just fucks with ya, the rest of the time, it’s fun.

Which kinda put Des in a different perspective altogether.

He’s got money, he’s got power, he’s got a gorgeous wife, he’s got two wonderful kids, he’s got a fantastic family home, he’s got a woman in every port-of-call he visits. He had perfection.

So why stick ya cock in my wife, even though you’re sticking it in my sister? You arsehole.

To some, that might seem like I’m the kettle calling the pot black.

I never fucked his wife, while he was married to her.

Until just before, out on the pool deck, but, you’re catching what I’m saying.

I fucked her before she became his wife, but, that’s Cheryl’s & my secret. Only Mum & Dad know about it (& now you know).

I’m sure there are those that will condemn my actions & by all means, knock yaself out. I welcome that argument.

Any time, anywhere. Just remember, those that support my actions will never see the light of day, because it was my ‘sister’ that I stuck my cock into. Society wants me to believe that it’s wrong to feel that way about ANY family member, male or female.

Fuck you, society. That’s all I’ve really got to say on the matter.

The fact that I was sitting in a hot tub, with my father stroking my erection & me stroking his, kinda twisted everything out of balance.

It was about then I realised exactly what it was that I had.

At my disposal, I had access to three of the most lethal minds in the corporate law sector, to take on AND bring down a heavy hitter in the corporate world.

Did I really want that to happen?

Did I really want to destroy Des for fucking my wife?

Did I really wanna destroy my wife, for turning to another man for physical relief? Was I prepared to swallow my own sword?

This was messing with me, big time. I was staring down the barrel of turning into one of those pathetic dick wavers I loathe so much.

I closed my eyelids. A ping of energy shot through my skull hitting me between the eyes & exiting the back of my head. My heart rate was on a rapid ascent. Then, the vibration thundered into me. Light exploded between my eyeballs & my eyelids, my whole body went taught, my left hand gripped the edge of the wooden seat I was sitting on, my right hand gripping Dad’s cock. I screamed.

Then I went totally slack.

Then everything kaçak iddaa went black.

I never heard the three voices of my family yelling my name…

{Sheryl picks up the story…}

I walked out into the warm arvo air, I spotted Jack, my brother standing by the kerb. I felt for him.

This last year had taken it’s toll on him.

It had taken it’s toll on Dad, Mum & me as well.

I was now a very wealthy woman.

I had just destroyed my now ex-husband in court.

Mum & Dad took him for everything, left him a house in Melbourne & $500,00.00 in cash.

In the process, however, I also destroyed my brothers wife in court. She was moving her stuff out of my brothers home this afternoon. She was moving to Melbourne with Des. Des was also removing his belongings from my home this afternoon.

His weasel of an attorney had done his best in trying to discredit Jack & myself.

I made him look like a very little man, way out of his depth.

That night, that Jack passed out in the hot tub, set the fire under the arse of the Smith family, namely my father, Jock, my mother, Trish & myself. Me & my baby Bro was hurting.

We were going to hurt some people.

Jack & I found ourselves up at Mum & Dads that night due to Jack & I finding out that our respective spouses were fucking each other. It was a genuine shock to both me & Jack.

But, the bare arsed reality was, my baby Bro & I have been intimate since we were able to understand exactly what the word meant.

Our parents were free roamers, they truly believed in equality.

It was their secret, I believe, to their successful marriage.

Because, that’s exactly what Mum & Dad have, an extremely happy & immensely successful family. But, to the ordinary every day citizens of the world, we’re just ya average Jo’s & Blo’s.

Regardless of what any other family is like, MY family are most definitely, strangely unique.

Incest has been in my family for a long time.

How long, actually, is irrelevant.

The shit with us, we’re extremely careful & cautious about keeping our ‘Secret’ secret. Three lawyers in the same family with the Secret was a very fine line to walk. In anyone’s shoes.

The adrenaline alone was worth the risk.

To the every day citizen around the world, my parents were the epitome of success. Quiet achievers.

Their parents, also successful, etcetera, & so on, & such forth.

You get the message.

Behind closed doors, however, our family fucked each other. Generations of us had been fucking each other silly since I can remember. Same sex Love was as rampant as straight sex.

As much as I thoroughly enjoyed female to female Love, I simply loved cock more. Jack loved cunt just as much, even though he enjoyed male to male sex.

In fact, the only bloke I ever saw him do, was Dad, the only woman I did, was Mum.

For almost three years I enjoyed Love with my parents & my brother. There were many occasions where extended family members were involved. Sharing ourselves in this way, to us, was healthy.

Once we turned eighteen, we were given the option to change our names by deed poll. Most of the time, that was the normal practice.

To look at us, we’re average looking, we blend in with protocol. We’re ordinary, every-day people, going about our daily business.

It’s when we get behind closed doors that our Secret Life, comes to Life. No-one is any the wiser.

Generations of information passed down, from parent to child.

We helped fight wars, we survived through genocide, we maintained discretion. To look at one of my ‘Smiths’ in the trenches, no-one knew what sorta life he had back home.

The name ‘Smith’ is not the the first name we’ve used, there’s more names in the phone book that we’ve yet to use.

They’re always generic, average, basic names.

Mum & Dad never hid anything from us.

From the get go, they gave us their everything.

As per our family creed, Jack & I celebrated our eighteenth birthdays giving our virginity to one another.

Being born in the same year, we were often mistaken for twins.

Most other siblings in the Secret we identified with over the years, were born in different years, usually no more than two years apart.

Anything longer than that & cracks started appearing at the seams.

One couple Jack & I know, share the same birthday, exactly one year apart. You’ll meet them soon.

They’re my kids, Brian & Cassie.

Jack’s kids, Ozzy & Zoe, are eleven months apart, like me & Jack. You’ll meet them too.

Jack & I were left to decide our futures when were old enough to understand what we were capable of achieving as adults.

As much as we had the guidance from our parents, we were given the freedom to make up our minds about anything that crossed our minds.

We gave that same respect to each of our kids.

In this case, giving our kids the freedom to decide how they wanted to deal with their divorced kaçak bahis parents, proved to be a valuable advantage.

You’ll find out ‘how’ advantageous a little later.

Unfortunately, Des missed out on a lot of the kids growing up.

He was a virtual father. As much as we had always stuck by the creed of keeping the Secret in the family, Des & Angie, Jack’s now ex-wife, were the first ‘outsiders’ to go beyond the first tier.

They were vetted carefully & warned of the protocol.

They breached the Creed outside of the tier set. Adultery.

That was our family law. Blood breeds blood. Cheating within the Secret was forbidden & extremely forbidden ‘outside’ of the Secret, ie, the in-laws that were only half part of the Secret.

Our Secret was about promoting healthy continuity, maintaining genetic parameters. We raised our kids with a free, open agenda.

Parents answered any questions their kids asked with as much open honesty as possible, yet never corrupting them with the evils ‘outside’ of the Secret. Once they got out into the big, wide, ugly World, they got a face full of a Life that they were able to decide on whether it

was good for them or not.

When a brother & sister were brought together to celebrate the age of eighteen, even though they never knew where their Life was gunna take them, their decisions were totally up to them.

They were supported no matter their choices.

We often gave the Outsiders a go.

It’s just that we knew the Outsiders had a problem with infidelity & adultery & we avoided them like a warm beer.

Des, my ex-husband, had a problem keeping his cock in his pants.

When he was home, he was always too tired to get it up.

He was also an chronic alcoholic.

A dribbling, pathetic soak, to be more accurate.

When he decided that it was too much effort to fix his ‘problem’, I ended up resorting to masturbation.

I must admit, that I got plenty of use outta that dildo set Des sent me from Holland.

That’s not to say that there were the occasional good bits, although, they kinda dried up when the kids turned five.

When I first met Des, we were at each other like rats on goey. We were insatiable. I sucked his cock on Westgate Bridge in Melbourne, stark naked. Got in a bit trouble for that, too.

Des’s lawyers got us off. Fuck it was fun though!

Once the sex between Des & I crashed, I found myself pushing away from him. I literally became disgusted with him. My toys & my imagination got me through any funk that hit me.

I had begun to believe that I was never my full sexual self with Des.

The days & nights blended together with the echo of loneliness.

As much as Jack & his kids used to spend a lotta time at my house or me taking my kids to Jacks place, the solitude suffocated me.

Jack started going through his own lack of sex with Ang, at around the time I was pulling back from Des.

She was a fucken freako.

He told me one night, that he ejaculated all over her lap while she was sitting at her computer.

He was as horny as a rabbit on Viagra, fuck, he was always horny for his wife. She was a hot lady when she was done up. Lovely boobs, tight bum, nipples always ready for a wet tongue.

He just barged into her den, stark naked & stiff as steel. She merely gawked at his donk. He started stroking himself & tossed his lollies all over her trakky daks.

She simply got up, went & had a shower, threw on clean clothes, locked herself the den. Fucken cow.

As time when on, Jack & I gravitated back to the time when were eighteen.

As much as we were constantly horny for our respective spouses, we found that we spent most of the time flirting insanely with each other.

Once the kids all left home, Jack & I spent a lotta our free time together. Our sexual tension making us giddy.

The pent up frustration was palpable, but tough to swallow.

Then, a year ago today, Jacks birthday, as his present, I took him a bottle of Asti Ricca-Donna, his favourite at the time.

He went through phases with the booze, he was never a heavy drinker, just choosy about what fluids he let past his lips.

My usual greeting was to grind my muff against him & give him a big tonguey. We play this little game of tagging each others lips when we kiss. We’ll try to tag each others tongue with our own, before it actually becomes a level two kiss. It’s drives us both nuts. Usually, Jack knows when I’m on my way over, or when he’s on his way over to my house, this night however, it was a surprise.

He never knew Des & I were coming over for a birthday drink.

When I greet my brother, I’m always glad to see him.

Usually, I’m sloppy wet in my undies by the time I’m walking up his front pathway to ring the doorbell.

It’s crazy, I know, but, that’s what my brother does to me. The fact that he IS my brother, is what makes it all the more horny for me.

I Love him with everything in me.

When I grabbed Jack’s arse & pulled him against me, I felt straight away that he was soft.

I was immediately sympathetic to my baby brother.

Here it was, that he was about to conclude his birthday, alone.

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