Chance took a moment or two to calm himself before trying to talk to his fiancee. He was still shaky from Cari's ball-draining performance.
Then he began to talk.
Apparently taking a cue from the sound of his voice, Cari slipped from the bed and went trotting off into the bathroom. He was grateful for the privacy. He was also grateful for the fact Tanya's call was merely a "good morning" call, nothing important, except that she was doublechecking on the time he was to pick her up that evening.
They chatted for a while before he worked in the fact that his younger sister was visiting him. He didn't mention that he and Cari had just spent the night together, as lovers.
"No problem," Tanya said. "I'll see to it that Mary is out of our apartment tonight. We can come over here after dinner."
"Good, Mary's a nice kid, but when I'm necking with my wife-to-be, I don't like to have your roommate as an audience," he answered.
"Don't tell me you're basically shy?" Tanya teased. "Not my Chance Weston?"
"If you'd give me a chance, I'd show you how shy I am," he replied.
"Calm down, lover," Tanya said sternly. "We've waited this long, nine more days won't be that hard to last."
"It won't be that easy either," he grunted. Tanya's virginity was an obsession with her. He had long ago stopped trying to convince her that her precious maidenhead didn't make a difference with him. However, he hadn't stopped hoping.
After a few more minutes, they said their goodbyes and he replaced the receiver in its cradle. The sound of running water came from the bathroom for a moment. Then the faucet was silent. The door opened and Cari came back and slid onto the bed beside him.
"That sounded rather personal, Big Brother," the girl said, propping a pillow behind her head. "I thought you might want to talk alone."
"It was personal, Cari." He stopped and pondered what he needed to say.
There was no gentle way to break it to her. So, "Listen, I've got something I've got to tell you. I tried to tell you earlier, but… well, I've got to say it now."
"I don't know if I like the tone of your voice. This sounds serious."
"It is serious…"
Sucking in a deep breath, he blurted out the whole story, giving his sister every detail. He tried to read her expression, but wasn't sure what he saw. There was surprise, shock, and a hint of hurt, but how deep that hurt went evaded him. Cari didn't move, but just sat there, looking at him.
"… there, that's it. I'm sorry about not telling you before this," he concluded. "I thought once you got here and met Tanya it might be easier."
"Whew! You weren't kidding when you said it was serious," the girl said with a shake of her head. "I wasn't ready for anything this heavy."
Her voice quavered some, but he couldn't see any tears in her eyes.
Thank God for that!
"I knew we'd both find other people eventually, get married, and have separate families," Cari said. "I just didn't think it would happen this soon."
"It's not that soon, baby," he said gently. "I'm twenty-four and you're a junior in college."
"I know, I know. It's just that this is so unexpected. I mean you're going to be married in nine days." She paused. "Hey, don't get me wrong. You know I wish you all the happiness in the world. And I understand, really I do. It'll just take me a few moments to get this straight in my head."
He hugged her, holding her closely. She wasn't taking it as hard as he had expected.
"Look, I just realized I must be blowing things for you by being here."
Cari turned to him. "I can get a hotel room until I get an apartment.
You and Tanya need someplace to be alone."
He shook his head. "I've already got that worked out. This place is paid for until the end of the month. It's yours; I want you to stay here with me until the wedding. And afterwards, you can stay until the rent runs out. If you like the place, you can pick up the lease. Tanya and I are already closing a deal on a small house on the other side of town."
"Are you sure your little sister isn't going to be in the way?"
"You never have."
She gazed at him with uncertainty.
Tanya seemed nice enough, Cari admitted to herself, though she also believed no girl would ever seem nice enough for her brother.
She cautiously eyed the black-haired girl who sat across the room from her, not at all certain why Chance had brought her to the apartment.
Cari was very uncomfortable at meeting her brother's future wife. Hell, she was just accepting the idea that Chance was to be married. She wasn't ready to meet the girl.
Girl was the right word. She couldn't believe that this beautiful girl was still a virgin-not around Chance. Her brother was slipping. Or else he really was in love!
Love did strange things to people. She didn't understand Chance's relationship with Tanya. And she sure as hell didn't grasp Tanya's desire to keep her virginity. It was like something out of the Victorian age. If there was one thing Cari was sure of, it was that she would know how her would-be husband performed in bed before the nuptial knots were tied. The thought of climbing into a marriage bed with an unknown man appalled her.
She pushed the thoughts from her head and tried to listen to the conversation. Chance and Tanya weren't saying anything important.
It's those big tits! My brother's a sucker for a bosomy woman!
As she thought, she knew she was wrong. Although Tanya was well endowed with an opulently large set of tits, she could tell that Chance's feelings went far beyond a fascination with the raven-haired girl's chest. It's love. There's no way to get around it. Big Brother is head over heels for this one. Goodbye, little sister Cari!
"Hey, it's getting late," Chance said, glancing at his watch. "We've got to be going. Our reservations are for eight o'clock sharp."
Cari rose as Tanya did and they said their goodbyes. She smiled and tried to act warmly to the girl. She didn't feel that it came off, but neither Chance nor Tanya seemed to notice.
"Don't wait up for me, Sis," Chance said as they moved to the door.
"I'll be late."
She nodded and smiled, watching them leave. Right now it might seem like you don't need me, big boy, but wait until you get home after your date with Miss Lily White. Then we'll see if you still need your little sister!
She toyed with the idea of rejecting the advances she knew Chance would make, letting him go to bed with a painful case of the stone aches. She smiled. In a sadistic sort of way, the idea pleased her. It would serve him right for not telling me about Tanya.
But she knew it wouldn't happen that way. She could never refuse her brother, never. Already she felt the liquid flow of her want for him deep within the core of her body. She shivered, wanting him there with her.
Crossing the room, she switched on the television, then flopped down on the sofa. Damn! It's going to be a long night!
"See, just as I told you. Mary's gone and won't be back until 2 a.m.,"
Tanya said, waving her arm to display the empty apartment.
"Alone at last," Chance said, pulling the beautiful girl into his arms and holding her tightly to him. "I've been waiting for this all night.
At last the lecherous old man has the lovely young virgin in his clutches. And let me warn you, my intentions are all dishonorable."
"Chance, you're awful!" She smiled, weakly trying to escape his embrace. "You shouldn't tease me like that. It isn't…"
His mouth covered hers, muffling the last words of her sentence. His tongue rushed in, taunting and teasing around within the sweetness of her mouth. She felt so damn good against him. Her tits, large and firm, were like luscious pillows just right for a man's hands and mouth. Her pelvis, melted against his, naturally and perfectly. He shoved his hips against her, giving her a full feel of his aroused cock. She shivered at the touch of the long hardness still hidden in his pants.
"… nice," she moaned in a breathless gasp as their lips parted.
"You can say that again," he replied, pulling her back for another long, lingering kiss. The nine days that separated him from finally having this girl's body seemed like nine eternities.
Her arms were around him now. Her pelvis undulated against the rigid rod of his sex. She knew damn well what she was doing to him-to herself-yet, he had never been about to break down the mental wall that commanded her to wait for the marriage bed.
"Nine days," she mumbled when their mouths drifted apart once again.
"Nine more days."
"We don't have to wait those nine days," he whispered. "We've never had to wait. I love you, you love me. Mary's gone, and your bedroom is right through that door. All we have to do is…"
"Chance, don't, please," she said shaking her head. "We've waited this long. Now all that's left is nine days. We can wait. I promise you, after that, I'll make up for the past three months. You'll never be sorry you married me. I promise you that."
He nodded, giving in to her as he had for the past three months. Nine days!
She kissed him, hard and long. There was a passionate woman hidden behind that thin sheath of virginity, he had discovered that a long time ago. Tanya wasn't afraid of sex, she wanted it, as much, if not more, than he did. She just had this hang up about her maidenhead and nice girls giving it to their husbands on their wedding night.
"We can use our hands," she suggested as they separated again.
"Do you want that?"
"You know I do. I feel like I'm about to come apart inside."
He knew what she meant. The pressure for release was growing in his loins, as it always did when he was around this black-haired temptress.
Their mutual masturbation session would have to suffice, as it had for three months.
Kissing her again, he moved her toward the sofa. They melted down atop the cushions, their hands fondling and exploring. Their tongues dueling over and around each other with increasing alacrity.
"I love you. God! You don't know just how much I love you!" Her lips were on his ear, taunting and teasing.
His fingers managed to open the buttons of her dress, slipping it over her shoulders enough to expose the braless pillows of her large tits.
White and creamy, topped by sleek, black-brown cherries, they seemed to shimmer as he tucked his head to one of them, nuzzling and sucking at its titillating form.
At the same time, he worked a hand up under her skirt. For moments, he fondled the soft, smooth interiors of her thighs, delighting as she shivered and trembled with excitement. Then, his hand rose, slipping under the elastic band of her panties and wiggling a finger into the waiting lips of her virginal cunt.
By then, she had managed to free his trousers, scooting pants and jockey shorts down around his knees. Her fingers were busily taunting the rigid shaft of manhood she had liberated. She also paid close attention to the aching testicles snuggled securely against his scrotum.
There was no problem finding the beauty's clit. it was large and extended, waiting for the intimate caress of his finger. At least four or five times larger than Cari's tiny pea-size clit, the girl's point of passion seemed to swell and expand as he lightly fondled it. Unlike Cari, the girl found no pleasure in the rough handling of her clit. For her ecstasy came with a light but steady touch.
However, she was fully aware of the fact his cock didn't need the same tender treatment. Her hand clamped around his rod in a hot, tight fist.
She jacked at him, knowing that he liked it that way. If anything, their three months had taught her a cock wasn't a delicate china doll.
For that, he was grateful.
They both were excited and needy. It didn't take more than a few minutes to bring her off, writhing and moaning in his arms. And a few moments later, he was spewing a thick spume of man-come, unleashing the desire contained in his groin.
"Just lay here, I'll go get some tissues and a wash cloth," she whispered as the last pleasure spasm passed from his prick.
He watched her rise and pull her dress back over her shoulders, then quickly disappear into her bedroom, knowing before she got to the bathroom she would stop to discard the panties she now wore-panties that were fully dampened with the flow of her own feminine juices.