The Overtons

Note : This story is completely fictional!

Clarence Overton had just gotten back to Macon, Georgia, from the Mexican War, only to find his aging, widowed mother in ill health.
His father had died of a stroke while he was away, and so there was little reason for her to stay alive, apart from her children. The family farm, almost successful enough during Clive Overton's lifetime to be a plantation, was sinking from the poor management that had happened in his absence. The rice farmers of the region were too competitive for a widow in her mid-50s, which was an old age in those days, to keep up with them. They only had 10 slaves, compared to the neighboring Tompkins family, which had 28, and 3 of these slaves were domestic servants- the butler, the coachman, and the nurse.

Clarence had only one sibling, a 16 year old sister named Carlotta, who was a truly sweet and ravishing Southern belle. She had all kinds of men looking at her, but she did not seem interested in marrying them. The day after Clarence returned, his mother died. Carlotta, now an orphan, was inconsolable. She did not know who would take care of her, now that Father and Mother were gone. She was sure that Clarence would simply sell the farm, move to Richmond, Virginia, as he had planned, and practice law, for which he was trained. 

Where would that leave her? She was old enough to marry, but the only man who impressed her sufficiently that she wanted to stay with him, besides her father, was Clarence, her own, handsome, intelligent, and courageous brother. Her brother?, she thought, realizing that she would be committing incest, which the rector of the parish, along with her parents, had always taught her was sinful. She was a good Episcopalian, and such people do not commit incest, right?

What else could she do, however, since she was afraid that her brother would marry her off to some wealthy planter, just to get rid of her? She had to seduce him, even though it meant going against everything her upbringing had trained her to condemn as wicked and depraved. She knew that she could win her brother's heart, if she just had some time. He already loved her as his sister, so why not simply add more intimacy and affection? She would first plead with him to take her with him to Richmond, on the pretext that she wanted to find a lawyer to marry (though, of course she wanted to be with a lawyer, alright- him). She would get him to make love to her during the trip, and then they would live as man and wife when they arrived.

She approached him, tears in her eyes, to ask him for a "favor". At least, not all of what she said would be false. "Clarence, my sweet brother, could I come along with you to Virginia? I want to find a husband there, who might be one of your partners, or another lawyer, so I don't have to stay in Georgia, marry a planter, and live close to Overton Place- it's just too heartbreaking to live near Father's farm.", she pleaded. 

"Why, my dear sister, I thought you wanted to be a planter's wife. I didn't realize that you would be so hurt by the memories of our parents, that you would have trouble living close to the farm. Don't worry about being a burden- at least, my new house in Richmond, small as it may have to be until I have prospered sufficiently, will have a woman's touch, and you could be a hostess. That should give you the chance to meet a man of high station.", Clarence answered. "Thank you, Clarence- I promise you, I will be a gracious hostess, and will add that 'woman's touch'. You won't regret letting me live with you.", she replied with evident gratitude.

Everything seemed normal, for the first few days of the journey, as the siblings travelled, with their house slaves in tow, having sold the rest, of course. At Durham, North Carolina, however, as they stayed at a respectable, but not luxurious hotel, she deliberately lingered in bed one morning, when they were supposed to keep moving, and he had to wake her up, meaning that he had to grab and shake her a bit. She used that to embrace him more intimately than he was accustomed, and then to kiss him on the mouth. She had soft lips, for sure, and somehow, he could not bring himself to break the kiss. He knew that this was his sister, and he had no business kissing her like a wife or mistress, but she was exquisitely beautiful, even more so lying in bed like that, and the passion with which she kissed him overwhelmed his inhibitions, as she seemed to find him irresistible, which idea appealed to his ego.

"Carlotta,", he stated, as he finally broke the kiss, "I am your own brother, and you can't kiss me like that. It's immoral, and contrary to the way we were brought up." "Clarence, I don't care about that. Father and Mother were different people, that was a different time, when we were children, and they are now dead. I miss them, but, now that we live on our own, can't we live by our own rules? Besides, you have admitted to me that you plan to take a mistress when you get married. I won't get jealous of your mistress, like some wives would.
I can act the role of the wife, so that you don't have to actually marry anyone, and neither would I. I know that you like Kelly (the nurse), and you could keep coupling with her, while I could use Barry (the butler) and Tommy (the coachman). Nobody would have to know! Come on, is my brave brother, who was tough enough to fight Mexican soldiers, afraid to break a taboo?", she challenged him.

"Are you proposing a sham marriage, with me pretending to be the husband, and you the wife? Well, that should be easy enough, since we have the same last name. Are you really willing to commit incest- won't that disgust you? What about our children?", Clarence pointed out. "Well, they would just inherit our speaking skills, twice over, wouldn't they? It doesn't disgust me, to couple with my brother, because I have always admired your courage, intelligence, strength, and beauty. Am I not a lovely lady, my dear Clarence? You would have someone to keep house, and the slaves wouldn't care, because they would be well treated.", she replied.

"Alright, Carlotta, you've persuaded me! If you were a man, you would make an excellent lawyer! Anyway, though, we have to get moving, so we will act on this passion of yours when we get to the next location.", he decided. That was enough for her, as her grin indicated, not to mention her giggles, and the generally cheerful mood she had for the whole day, as they moved further north. 

When they stopped in a small town on the Virginia-North Carolina, they hurried to their suite, and dispose of their clothing, from their riding boots, to her corset, his vest, etc. He kissed her this time, locking lips for several sweet minutes, and she eagerly returned the favor, even using a "French" trick she had heard about, of tangling her tongue with his, to his absolute delight, although he had done the same thing with a few Mexican whores during the war. Somehow, a "french kiss" with his own sister was especially sensual.

He surprised her next, planting kisses all over her breasts, neck, arms, legs, stomach, and then her pussy. She ached for more, and begged for it, knowing that nothing had ever pleased her as much as the hot kisses of her brother against her flesh. He then gave her cunt a "French kiss", which particularly aroused her. This attention to her sex lasted for a few excruciatingly pleasurable moments, and then he really shocked her, by turning her over, kissing her bottom, and even spreading her cheeks to kiss the crack of her ass. Something about that kind of oral attention got her wetter than a raw recruit in his first battle. She started to scream, due to the sheer intensity of the pleasure. This was even better than her dreams, which had mostly featured him, anyway.

He then suddenly entered her dripping cunt, and found that she was not a virgin. "Well, sister, it seems that you and Barry or Tommy, or both, for that matter, have been coupling for some time now, haven't you?", he inquired teasingly. "Yes, my dear brother, I've had them both, and they were so large, that I dreaded that my future husband would be much smaller than them. You're not, however, in fact, you're about the same size- 8 inches, I believe. There is another reason I feared marriage, since any husband might despise me for having been deflowered. I don't regret it, however, since I at least learned a thing or too, which a man like you would appreciate, I just knew, as opposed to some fool like Alexander Tompkins, who I've heard has a small phallus, anyway." "Where did you hear that, dear sister?", he asked curiously. "Kelly told me, that one time she seduced him, out of interest in his handsome looks, but was disappointed in his length and girth. He's a fool, and a coward, so I don't care, anyway."

As they talked, he entered her several times, then withdrew, and then re-entered, to her obvious satisfaction. She began to softly moan, followed by a scream, and then she started to spasm, thrashing around a bit. "Oh, Clarence, you are the greatest lover I've ever had!", she exclaimed. "Sis, I'm only the 3rd lover you've had!", he responded. She laughed at that, saying, "Yeah, but you're a lot better than them, because you're my brother, and you actually love me, whereas they just like me as a woman, and fear me as their mistress. You treat me much better than they do, with passion- please don't deny that you've fallen in love with me since that kiss. I know you better than that."

Clarence spilled on hearing that, because the boost to his ego and pride were so stimulating, that he could not avoid coming. He did not stop fucking her, however, riding her rather hard for some time afterward, pulling her hair (which she especially liked), and even getting out his riding boots to mount her like a horse. This had an explosive effect on his sister, who found that being "ridden" was particularly hot and erotic, so she could not help having an orgasm, from the amazing feeling of being the mount in a "bareback ride". The slaves heard and saw much of this action, and found themselves awestruck by the splendid scene, and they had to masturbate. 

Tommy and Barry were so turned that they seized Kelly, hiked up her skirt, and entered her simultaneously, penetrating deeply into the nurse, like they had done several times before, but this time, she was equally as excited, and the rutting session was much hotter, causing her to climax from the fact of watching her mistress getting shagged by her master, while she herself was taking on both of the manservants. Tommy emptied his balls first, into her cunt, followed by Barry, who shot off his rocks into her bum.

Clarence and Carlotta now watched them, having been exhausted by their own tryst, and they delighted in the sight of their slaves having each other. Kelly's lovely, creamy face, which betrayed her European as well as her African ancestors, was clearly fixed in a trance of ecstasy, even after her fellow slaves pulled out of her.

"Well, it seems that we have set a good example for our servants, wouldn't you say, dear Sis?", Clarence asked rhetorically. "Yes, my sweet brother, we have done right by then.", she answered with the most impish, yet ravishing smile on her stunningly beautiful face.

Both of them knew that they reached a "point of no return", and their lives would only seem conventional, but in truth would be anything else but that. 

(See the sequel for their sex lives in Richmond.)