Executive Incest- Part 1

"You're really determined to have me, then."

"Yes, and I will even share you, if you wish."

"Well, I've never been a swinger."

"You could try it. Open your mind to what I'm offering you. Why not try it, and see what you think?"

"Try what- just incest, or swinging too?"

"Both. Also, I want to introduce you to SM, if you haven't done that."

"Tried it once, but she was the dom, and I didn't like it. She did, of course, and we had a big fight about it."

"You can be the dom. I want to submit to you, Howard."

"Is this what your marriage was like?"

"Yes, and I loved it that way."

"Wow! Is that why your marriage worked so well? I always knew you were a very happy couple."

"Yes. I loved the freedom of swinging, and the vulnerability of bondage."

"So, what would you do? Let me tie you up, and fuck girls in front of you?"

"That's what I did with Russell. I could do that with you, plus, you could have all 3 of my holes."

"Wow! This is not what I expected. You're pretty wild, and you want to get it on with me?"

"Yes, now please understand- I'm not just lusting for you. I'm in love with you."

President Mathis was quite stunned, to say the least. His sister had propositioned him in his bedroom, and she was suggesting all kinds of wild, fetish-related sex. Should he be seriously thinking about this? Incest, for God's sake? That would be a scandal even bigger than selling pardons. He was brought up in a strict, Greek family- could he do this?

Then again, every traditional relationship he had attempted had failed on him, and he was starting to wonder if this was why. He may
need to consider incest, at least. After all, he was Greek, and his people had always prided themselves on logic and reason. What reason, aside from occasional genetic deformities, could he find for not committing incest? What Socrates do- no, scratch that, he was gay. What would Zeno the Stoic do?

Here, meanwhile, his darling sister awaited his decision, not making it easier for him, with her sweet, loving smile, and those cute, brown eyes of hers, begging for his touch, his kiss, and his cock.
She wanted him, more than any woman ever had, and she was not even jealous! She wanted to service him, pleasure him, and show him things he had not tried. Most of all, she was his sister, and she would not do him wrong, like Patty had.

That was it- she was his sister, and she loved him. How could he deny her his love, when she was so willing to give him hers, and made no demands for "fidelity"? She was perfect for him, and he knew it, now.
The voters wouldn't understand, but they were not in that position- what would they do, if confronted with it?

Well, he couldn't speak for them, but he had to make love to his sister, because she was just so adorable and lovely, that he could no longer turn her down. 

"Very well, sis. You win. I'll sleep with you. You're just too cute for your own good, you know."

"Thanks, Mr. President."

"Since when do you call your brother 'Mr. President'?"

"Since he agreed to fuck me, and he happens to be the President. I have had 2 fantasies unfulfilled- incest and sex with a powerful man. Sleeping with you would take care of both."

"You get off on the idea of doing the President?"

"Yes, I feel very patriotic, helping my President."

"Well, it's time to do your civic duty, then, sis."

He took the handcuffs that she was offering him, and slapped them onto her wrists, making her flinch from the sheer pain. She gasped, as he pulled up her dress, to reveal that she had a butt-plug buried in her ass. She wore no panties, and he could tell that she was very wet. 

"Oh, my God! You really came here prepared to seduce me, didn't you?"

"Yes, please fuck me, now! Please eat my pussy, Mr. President."

Somehow, the way that his sister was begging him to fuck her, and calling him "Mr. President" really turned him on, and he found himself devouring her twat. His mouth moved everywhere, sliding his tongue all around her labia, then centering on her clit. He would rotate between the clitoris and the labia, getting each very excited, and then backing off to do the other, until Thalia was screaming for him to get her off by tonguing the inside of her cunt.

His tongue brought her vagina to life in a way that even she thought impossible. That was the one satisfactory part of his marriage. He ate pussy in a way that made even his ex- wife occasionally try to get him into the sack. He had learned it from an escort, though he would never admit in public that he had hired one to teach him cunnilingus. 

When Thalia began to get drenched by her girlie juices, he knew that it was time to enter her, even as the plug remained in her ass. Mathis could tell that she wanted that for an extra source of pleasure and arousal. He took her doggie-style, giving it to her as she was on all fours. Every thing that she did now indicated that she was too turned on to hold back from another climax for long.

"Oh, fuck me, I love this! Fuck me some more!"

He continued to ram her pussy, slamming it as hard as possible, as she moan, groaned, signed, and generally behaved like a banshee. She was getting fucked by her own brother, the President, and her only thought was how awesome it was to feel his powerful cock inside her body. Her emerging orgasm overwhelmed her now, and she screamed like she was being forced, even though she wanted it more than him.

That brought him beyond the point of no return, and he came gushing into his sister, without stopping to withdraw, or think about how she was possibly fertile, and she might get pregnant by him. It was too late, and whatever happened, would just have to happen.

She looked him in the eye with an naughty grin, and he could tell that she wanted an encore.

"Alright, but I need to rest a sec, and you'll have to stay cuffed."

She giggled at that, and then said, "I have no choice but to wait- you have the keys in your front pocket."

To be continued...