He was curled against Cari's nakedness when he awoke. She felt warm and smooth; they fitted against each other like two spoons nestled together.
Chance didn't want to move, but the sunlight beaming in through an irritating separation in the drapes made it necessary. His eyes couldn't take the bright rays.
He rolled to his back, closing his eyes and trying to drift into sleep again. After all, it was Saturday morning, and Saturday mornings were made for sleeping late.
It was no good. He was wide awake. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, tracing the stucco swirl patterns there.
As much as he loved his sister, and as glad as he was to see her, Cari's being here was bothering him. Three months ago, at the beginning of the summer, it would have been the perfect arrangement.
But that was three months ago-before he met Tanya. And Cari didn't even know about Tanya, didn't know her loving brother was engaged, would be married in another ten days.
Chance felt like a heel. Cari deserved better than that. He had tried on several occasions to tell his younger sister about his fiancee, but had never worked up the courage. Cari was more than just a sister-she was his lover. How does one go about telling a lover that he's in love with another woman and going to marry her? He knew he couldn't, not without hurting Cari. And he knew she would never understand if he told her that Tanya was a virgin. Cari just wouldn't understand. Not Cari, ever-ready and ever-willing Cari.
Memories flooded his mind, taking him back to that night five years ago. It was two months after their parents had been killed in a car accident. He had come home to visit Uncle Bill and Aunt Emma, and Cari who was living with them. His uncle and aunt had gone to a movie and left him and his sister alone.
He had gone to his room early, telling Cari he had to study, he remembered, when in fact he wanted to read a rather sexy book he had picked up in the bus station, and diddle himself. He was well into an arousing scene, his erect prick in hand, when Cari, fourteen and just learning about her own body, walked into the room.
It was hard to recall all the details, he was embarrassed and awkward, and a virgin, despite being nineteen and a sophomore in college. But Cari knew what she wanted-her big brother. And that's what she got. And for five years, they had shared their bodies whenever the opportunity presented itself.
They both had taken other lovers in those five years, but none were lasting, for either of them. That was, until Chance met Tanya.
Chance smiled, he could hear Cari calling his raven-haired fiancee a cow. As Cari had noted last night, he had a definite taste for bigtitted women. Tanya was definitely big-titted, and beautiful. She was also quite willing and passionate. Her only hangup was an old-fashioned desire to preserve her virginity until her wedding night. Chance never understood that, but after a month of trying to get Tanya in his bed, he realized it was an impossible task. He also realized he was in love with the young woman. The results had been two months of mutual masturbation sessions, a box or two of come-drenched tissues and lubricant-stained panties. And, of course, Tanya's intact hymen, that thin membrane of flesh she was saving for their wedding night.
Tanya knew he had had other lovers. However, she had no idea one of them was his sister.
Cari-Tanya, Tanya-Cari. As many times as he rolled the two around in his head, they just didn't seem to fit. There had to be just one, and that was Tanya.
For a twenty-four year old attorney, fresh out of law school, junior member of the biggest law firm in town, he didn't feel too smart. Cari just didn't fit into his vision of the future, a life he planned to share with one woman, Tanya, his wife. He should have told his sister about Tanya earlier, perhaps from the very beginning, and thus prepared her for the eventual outcome.
Now anything he said, anyway he said it, would be like hitting his sister over the head with a sledge hammer. There was no way to lessen the shock. If it were possible, he would have kicked himself in the ass for being so stupid!
"Mmmmmmm," Cari sighed, rolling to her back beside him. I feel wonderful! Last night was fantastic, Big Brother. Now, your little sister feels like being fucked awake. I can't think of a better way to start the morning."
"Cari, I need to talk with you," Chance started, fully intent on telling his sister everything about Tanya and their quickly approaching marriage.
"Later, Chance, please." Cari pouted, her voice a piteous plea. "Right now I need to feel my brother inside me, filling me with his hard cock."
She pulled him to her, her lips softly brushing against his. Without thinking, he responded, pressing down atop her, reveling in the firm feel of her young breasts spearing into the nakedness of his chest. Her tongue was in his mouth, languidly exploring the roof of his mouth and toying with his tongue.
Damn! He cursed himself, feeling a rush of desire course through his loins. His cock was on the rise again. You've got about as much control over yourself as a mink in heat when it comes to your sister!
"That's better," the frosty-haired nymph cooed as their mouths drifted apart. "For a minute, you had me afraid I was going to have to get down on my hands and knees and beg for you to fuck me."
"That's never bothered you before," he answered with a playful kiss.
"If that's what you want, I'll do it right now," she replied. Her voice was husky and drowsy, still half-asleep, but containing the beginnings of lust.
"Perhaps later," he said. "Right now, this will do just fine."
He kissed, tenderness growing to passion as he drilled his tongue deeply, striving for her throat. She wiggled and squirmed beneath him, working a hand between his legs. Her fingers found the hose-like length of his penis. He throbbed and grew under the intimate fondling of her cool fingertips.
"I love to feel you get hard while I hold you." Her eyes fluttered open, flashing with a lusty light. "There's a certain satisfaction in knowing that this magnificent prodder is pulsing and growing for me, to feel its strength and power."
He loved it too. His cock was now stiff and thick, a pole of need and desire, testimony of the pleasure he found in his teen-age sister's playful tauntings.
"And these," she said, slipping her hand to his scrotum. "I like to hold your balls, feel them moving around in their bag when my fingers play with them."
He moaned. His testicles shot around in their hairy sac under the exploring caress of her fingertips.
"In fact, I like everything about my brother's pussy pleaser," she said with a shivery little sigh. "Especially when it's burrowed deeply within me."
She gave his stiff cockshaft a firm, ardent squeeze to make sure he got her meaning. He didn't need such an obvious demonstration of her desire. There was nothing he liked better than to ensconce his prick in the tender folds of his sister's quim.
However, he was not ready for that, at least not at the moment. Last night, caught in the passion of their reunion, they had been rushed.
This morning, fresh from a restful sleep and with no pressing business facing either of them, he wanted to take his time.
Taunting his fingertips over the taut sleekness of the young blonde's flat stomach, he worked his hand upward until a palm cupped the rounded base of one of his sister's breasts. Her flesh was velvety smooth and radiated a summery sexual warmth. He reveled in the touch of her, the youthful firmness of her ripe, bulging tits.
In lazy languor, he tickled his fingertips around the round base of her luscious tit. Aroused shivers and delightful waves of erotically induced gooseflesh rippled over her silky flesh. Her chest heaved with mounting anticipation while his fingers lovingly crept up the alluring contour of her breast.
"Ohhhhhhh!" She gasped, trembling when his fingers found the quiescent nipple sleeping atop the knoll of her pleasure.
Tenderly, he fondled the soft little button, sending suffusing tremors of arousal through his sister's supine body. Beneath the dexterous manipulation of his fingertips, he brought the mammary bud to life. It swelled, its coral pinkness blushing redly. It stiffened, rubbery hard with excitement, until it stood straight up, a tight-pointed tip jutting into the air.
In an abrupt movement that caused the teen-ager to suck in her breath and groan with abandoned relish, his fingers released their hold on her nipple and suddenly dropped down to cup her tit again. Solidly, he kneaded the apple-like shape of her young breast, while he ducked his head down, his lips capturing the swollen nubbin of her need.
"Suck it, Big Brother," the frosty-tressed beauty whispered her desire.
"Suck it!"
Her back arched upward, feeding the creamy flesh of her tit into his welcoming mouth. He sucked, harder and harder. At the same time his tongue, a moist whip of pleasure, lashed across the swollen nipple and his teeth nibbled at the delicate morsel.
Her hand tightened around the stiffness of his cock. Fervently, she squeezed the thick rod of sex. She jacked at him, her fist rushing up and down on the desire-laden rail of flesh. His balls churned within the security of their bag, afire with a rising need to quench their flames in the liquid warmth of his sister's wanton pussy.
"Brother, please!" There was no sleep in the nymph's voice now, only desire. "I want you. I want to feel this fat cock moving in and out of me. Fuck me! Please fuck me!"
Trying his best to ignore his own growing need, he relinquished his squeezing grip on her tender tit and reached down to encompass the feminine knoll of her cunt. Tightly he clamped his palm over the plump rise of her sex, kneading as he had kneaded her breast but an instant ago.
"Damn you! You're going to have me climbing the walls!" His sister twisted out from under his pinning weight. His edacious lips were wrenched from her tit with a wet smacking sound. "If you won't fuck me, then I'll fuck you."
Playfully, she pushed him to his back, giving his adamant cock a hard squeeze.
"You just lay there and let me handle this," she said, her eyes glinting with lusty light. "If you aren't gentleman enough to ball a young lady when she begs for it, at least politely remain still while she fucks you!"
"Young lady?" He laughed, reaching out to pull her to him. She evaded his groping arms. "Young ladies don't beg men to fuck them!"
"That's because a real gentleman wouldn't let them get so worked up they had to plead for it," she snorted in mock disgust.
"But I don't feel like a gentleman this morning. I'm a man who wants very much to ball his sister."
"Good! Because I don't feel like a lady, just a woman who needs a manher brother!"
She lessened her grip on his cock, stroking it very gently, tenderly, almost worshippingly. "Now will you lay still and let your sister take care of this?"
"I never had any intention of doing otherwise," he said. "Aren't I always reasonable?"
"Hurmph!" She grunted, then leaned forward and kissed the engorged head of his prick. "Don't get excited, Big Brother. I just felt like giving this beautiful cock a kiss. Later I might give it the long, wet kiss it deserves, but now, I want you inside my pussy."
He had no objections. That was exactly where he wanted to be!
Knee-walking beside him, the flowing-haired young blonde straddled his thighs, the firmness of her knees pressing to each side of his legs.
Lovingly, her hand ran up and down the rigid rod of his prick a couple more times. The crystal drops of preseminal fluid oozing from his glans smeared over the arrowhead shape of his cock-crown.
Then pulling his sexual lance straight up in the air, the teen-age nymph scooted up. His balls lurched. She now stood on her knees above his groin. Through the silky foliage of her pubis, he could see the tremulous groove of her sex. Its pink lips were slightly pouted, open and ready to accept the fleshy length of his root.
Her flashing blue eyes rolled up to meet his. She grinned widely, aroused with anticipation of their intimate union-man and woman-brother and sister!
Her gaze returned to the meaty stalk she held perpendicular to his loins. Her thighs spread a bit and she slowly began to lower her wanton body onto the inflexible spike of his manhood.
His hands tenderly caressing the youthful smoothness of her supple thighs, he lay supine beneath her, his eyes focused on the descending mouth of her hungry sex. His balls tightened and retightened in their hairy sac as that fur-fringed nest of carnal pleasure inched closer and closer to his throbbing cock.
He groaned. The sandy blonde strands of her pubic fleece brushed over the hypersensitive crown of his prick, tickling and teasing. Down, ever down, she eased herself, his glans pushing through the soft moss and nuzzling against the moist, pink lips of her quim.
She trembled, their contact creating wild, swirling needs deep in the wanton core of her teen-age body. For a moment he thought her taut thighs were going to give way, and she was going to drop, skewering herself on his unbending shaft.
But her control was marvelous. She steadied herself and began to descend once again.
Unable to take his gaze from the inciting union of their bodies, he watched the engorged bulb of his glans splay the outer lips of her labia. Inward, his pulsing head slid, opening the humid furrow of her young cunt.
Lower and lower, she slid, now riding the swollen tube of his erect cock. Deeper and deeper, he invaded the spongy canal of her vagina, sighing as the liquid heat of her body surrounded and caressed the aching length of his shaft.
Her legs gave way!
"Arrahhhagggahhh!" She grunted in surprised pleasure.
With a fleshy thud, she sat down on him. The last three inches of his cock shot up into her body in one driving rush. She groaned again, packed with the thick circumference of her brother's prick. Her arms shot out. Hands planted firmly on his bare chest, she supported her trembling body.
For a moment, she just sat there, apparently savoring the swollen fullness of her self-impalement. He felt the gripping strength of her vaginal muscles as she clamped down around the rod of his lust.
Covetously, she squeezed, tightening her love channel to a taut glove that molded to the throbbing contours of his cock.
"Mmmmmmmm," she eventually crooned in a self-satisfied voice. "That's what I like, you hard and long inside me!"
He liked it too! But he realized she knew that. Five years of sibling love-making left few secrets of the flesh unexplored. They knew each other, knew what one another wanted and needed. And both were willing to fulfill those desires, unashamed and uninhibited.
"Now, Big Brother, I'm going to show you what your little sister can do," she said, tossing back the long strands of her golden hair. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk."
"Deeds, not words," he chided her, running his hands up her thighs, along her sides, to cup the twin balls of her proud breasts. His thumbs mashed down atop the erect buttons of her nipples.
Abruptly, her pelvis wrenched upward. She squeezed at him, dragging his ponderous cock from the hot core of her cunt. She stopped, only his aching glans entrenched in the mouth of her belly. She relaxed the squeezing hold of her cunt, then quickly retightened herself. Again and again, she repeated the process, setting his balls to lurching and churning.
Then she dropped back down, fully skewering herself on the adamantine length of his prick. She grunted, her eyes fluttering closed, then opening. They were glazed and drowsy looking, as though she had just felt the effects of three fingers worth of one hundred and eighty proof liquor. It was the expression of a woman filled with virile cock-and loving every minute of it.
As she rose back up the pulsing lance of his manhood, he let one of his hands drift down her body, once more returning to the soft foliage of her pussy. He teased there for several minutes while she hunched up and down on his cock. Closer and closer, he weaved the titillating tips of his fingers, nearing the quivering slit of her cunt.
Then, an inquisitive finger was probing into the open gash of her pussy, delving downward just enough to touch and tap the nubbin of her clitoris. She went wild as he cajoled the pea-sized bud of ecstasy out from beneath its thin sheath of skin. His thoughtful manipulation sent hot waves of pleasure rushing through her young body. She groaned and panted, her pelvis rising and falling onto the swollen, lust-laden length of his shaft at an ever-increasing rate.
In and out, his cock filled the hungry hole of her cunt. His own hips, despite his confined position, bucked and arched upward, slamming into her pelvis. Wet, slapping sounds, the hard meeting of their cores, rose in the air, mingling with her constant moans.
Never stopping with his clit fondling, he rubbed and stroked that allimportant point of pleasure. The teen-ager liked to have her sexual trigger roughly caressed as she neared the throes of climax. Other women preferred a feather-like touch, or perhaps a circular motion.
Each was different, a man who cared discovered these things and provided them for his lover. Chance Weston was such a man-a lover.
Up and down the clinging folds of her cunt slid. Fiery friction burned along every inch of his thick, lust-swollen cock. He twitched and jerked within her. The growing need within his own loins was rapidly becoming a flaming ball that would blast upward.
Harder and harder, his sister rode the inflexible length of his cock.
Her face was pleasure twisted. Her full, red lips writhed as she moaned and groaned the nearness of her release. Her hands gripped at his chest under the intensity of her pleasure, her fingernails biting into his bare skin.
In quick, brisk strokes, his finger roughly ground into the extended button of her clit. He stroked her, matching the rise and fall of her cunt. At the same time, his own hips thrust and lunged with increasing need and strength.
"God! Oh God, Chance!" The beautiful blonde's face showed the torment of ecstasy-agony. "Sweet God! It's so gooood!"
He intended to make it even better, by slipping a finger into her cockpacked cunt, but he didn't need the extra stimulation. She came.
Her arms collapsed and she fell atop him. Her diminutive body quaked and trembled as the lusts and desires of her teen-age needs were unleashed.
Politely, he slipped his fingertip from her clit, before pleasure turned to pain. He also kept his hips moving, thrusting in and out of her juicy cunt, extending the height of her climax.
He was a loving brother, and she was a loving sister. A fact she proved when she at last descended from the raging winds of orgasm. She wedged a hand down between their cores and tenderly played with the rock-laden sac of his testicles.
He came!
After no more than a moment or two of his sister's teasing caresses, he unloaded the thick, hot flood of semen swirling in his balls. For the second time within twenty-four hours, he drenched the young blonde's pussy with his seed, emptying himself into her wanton slot of pleasure.
"That's one hell of a way to wake up," Cari grinned as she rolled from him after his cock had deflated and slithered from her come-oozing pussy. "I think I could lay here all day."
"Definitely a case of rounded heels," he chuckled.
"Created by my brother," she chided back. "Whatever I am, you made me … no pun intended."
He laughed and pulled her to him. The kiss they were halfway into was rudely interrupted by the harsh ringing of the phone. He let it blare three times before giving into its demanding sounds.
Rolling to his back, he reached out and found the phone atop a night table. He snagged the receiver from its cradle and mumbled a "hello."
Then he sat up straight-it was Tanya!