Growing up can be tough, even tougher when you are a Pastor's kid, or PK for short. That's how it was for Brian and Kate O'Dell. They were the children of the pastor of the local Episcopal church. They were expected to uphold a certain standard of propriety and decorum. They were each other's fiercest allies and greatest weakness.
Their father had shown them that the parishioners always had an angle and wanted something from them. Based on the counseling he'd given other families, their dad would tell them which kids they could and couldn't hang out with. He would warn them about which kids were into drugs and which ones were being promiscuous.
Life as a pastor's kid was rife with lessons in trust. Brian and Kate learned early on that they could only really rely on and trust each other. People were always using them to get closer to their dad or the pastor or trying to tempt the kids into trouble. Brian and Kate had gotten the belt more than a few times for falling for the latter, so their public personas clashed starkly with their private ones.
Brian and Kate were born ten months apart and often mistaken for twins. They were always in each other's pockets. Thick as thieves, their mother called them. And now that they were older, they always had each other's backs. Though they rarely argued, they did have a barter system that they often used to appease one another. The use of the family car was one particular sticking point because they both had their license and called for the greatest tact lest they be banned from using it.
Fridays and Saturdays were the nights they could use the car. Though they were always together, it was about where they would go and who would drive. However, lately, they have been going to Meyer's house to play games with their kids.
The Meyer family had been a part of the church for the last five years, and Brian and Kate had grown up with their children, Mary and Mike. The Meyers were a straight-laced, no-nonsense kind of family that was on the pastor's approved list. It just so happened that the kids also liked each other enough to be considered dating, but they would never call it that.
Our parents felt that we'd be good as long as we were all together, and the four of them were allowed to play unsupervised in the basement as long as the door stayed open. Little did their parents know that the kids were sneaking in a round or two of seven minutes in heaven while they played board games.
"Did Mike try anything with you this time?"
"No. Even though his hand was two inches away and never made a move. I don't think the fucker would know what a tit was even if I slapped him with mine," Kate snorted. "What about you?"
"She thinks that she'll burst into flames if we do anything more than kiss. I'm getting it, too."
"I know what will help the both of us," Kate said as she unbuttoned her blouse and slid next to her brother.
Brian put his arm around his sister's shoulder, slid his hand down her top, and cupped her breast. He felt her nipple grow erect as his fingers glided across her tit. He tweaked it playfully, making Kate giggle. "Don't. You know that always gets me horny,"
Brian slipped his hand into her bra and caressed Kate's nipple, purposely getting her aroused. He kissed the top of her head, telling her that is why he does it. "I said, don't. You're making me wet," Kate squirmed at his touch.
Her brother moved his hand and reached between her legs, and hiked up her skirt to rub her pussy. He found that her panties were soaked through and slipped his fingers under the fabric before she removed them.
Brian's finger slipped through the folds of his sister's vagina until he found her hole and pushed it into her. His thumb rubbed against Kate's clitoris. "You know what that does to me. You're going to have to pull over somewhere," Kate said as she squeezed Brian's cock through his pants.
Brian pulled off the highway and headed towards their church. He'd recently been tasked with cleaning out the church's garage, so their family could park there when they were there. He pulled in and closed the door behind them. The garage was dimly lit by a single bulb above the church's entry door. They both knew they wouldn't get caught here, as it had no windows, and no one would be there at this time of night.