Cari was waiting for him when he arrived back at the apartment. She was wearing a light blue negligee, one of those long, flowing robes of diaphanous material. She was half-sitting, half-lying on the sofa in a very seductive pose. The sheer fabric of her negligee left little to his imagination, though it did increase the erotic effect of her pose.
There was something about almost bare women that seemed ten times more sexy than naked flesh.
"You're home earlier than I expected," the frosty-haired blonde greeted him.
"And I thought I told you not to wait up for me?" he said. The gown was perfect for her. It complimented her deep blue eyes and provided the correct background for her waist-length blonde hair. "And I thought you might be hungry and like an early morning snack," she replied, shifting one of her long, supple legs. For the first time he noticed she was wearing panties beneath the negligee. The covered mound of her sex made it that more alluring. "Does a couple scrambled eggs, some bacon, toast, and coffee sound good?"
"Sorry, but I'm still full from dinner. Tanya and I had a steak."
"Steak? While I had to settle for a bologna sandwich?" She smiled, noticing the lingering gaze of his probing eyes. "How about some coffee then?"
He shook his head. She wasn't wearing a top beneath the gown. The firm little globes of her breasts were clearly visible to him. The fabric of the negligee clung to their ripe form, making them sleek and shining.
It was more than obvious to him why she had chosen her attire. He had told her about Tanya's and his sex life-or lack of it. Now, little sister was making herself available to help ease big brother's frustration. He loved her for it.
"Well, I guess if you don't want anything to eat," she said with another little coy smile, "we should turn in for the night. I'll sleep in here on the couch. I won't want to compromise your virtue now that you're about to become an old married man."
He chuckled, then shook his head. "If I remember correctly we both compromised each other's virtue a long time ago. It's a little late to start worrying about that."
She turned her head from him, eyes downcast.
"Hey, baby sister, what wrong?" He quickly stepped to the couch and sat down beside her. "Did I say anything wrong?"
"No, no, it's just me." She wiped at her eyes. There were tears there.
"I just can't stop thinking about it. We've had five years together, but in another eight days it will be all over. We'll have to start acting like every other brother and sister."
He took her in his arms and held her tenderly. Softly, he stroked the long mass of her flowing blonde hair.
"Chance, I'm sorry. I'm acting silly. Despite everything, I really do like Tanya. She's a beautiful woman and she seems to be in love with you. And I can tell you're in love with her every time you look at her.
Only a man in love can get a stupid expression like that!" She tried to laugh, weakly. "Don't mind me. I'm just feeling sorry for myself… and a little bit jealous."
"It's all right," he whispered, kissing her forehead. "I handled this all wrong."
"Don't blame yourself. You've just got a silly kid sister."
"No way! Cari Weston is the best possible sister Chance Weston could ever hope to have. And I happen to love her."
She kissed him, a very sisterly kiss, and smiled. "And you're one hell of a brother, did you know that?"
"Yep!" He grinned. "You're lucky to have me."
"God! You're also a conceited bastard!" She laughed now, the tears disappearing from her eyes. "But I still love you."
"Great! Because, I've just decided that I'm hungry and want something to eat."
"Okay, Big Brother, little sister is willing to serve. After all, I did stay up to fix you a snack," she said. "What do you want to eat?"
"You." He paused a moment, letting his answer sink in. "I want to run my tongue up that lovely pussy of yours and give you a licking you'll never forget."
"Hmmmm, I don't know about that. I don't remember that dish being on the menu." She tried to appear calm, but he felt the shivers of delight course through her body.
"It's a gourmet item, he whispered. "Think I could convince you to prepare it for me?"
"Gourmet dishes really aren't my line…"
Without warning, his hand shot down to her crotch, grasping the plump womanly knoll of her pubis. He squeezed down hard and firmly, making sure she felt the pressure through the thin layers of her gown and panties.
She did. She moaned and trembled, her pelvis hunching a little, pressing into his palm. "You just convinced me! Any special way you want it served?"
"I'll take care of that," he said. "All you have to do is just lay back and enjoy it!"
Immediately, she leaned back, fluffing one of the sofa pillows behind her head. Her position would give her a total view of his oral caresses. The blonde shared his delight in watching a lover give him head.
Slowly, he pulled the tie-strings of her negligee, opening the neck of the gown. His fingers then went to work on her buttons, freeing them one by one, then opening the gown wide.
"Has anyone ever told you that you do that nicely?" she said.
"None of your business," he said with a smile. "But I'm glad you liked it."
He leaned over and attacked her young breasts with a flourish of kisses, leaving both glowing warm with sexual heat, and each nipple stiff and erect. At the same time, his hands, and her wiggling hips managed to work her thin, blue, bikini-style panties down her sleek legs.
He continued his kissing, languorously taunting down to the flat expanse of her taut stomach. He paused briefly, letting his tongue tease the deep, sensual well of her navel. Appreciatively, her hands stroked his hair and caressed his cheeks.
"It feels so good," she crooned with relish. "Even your breath is exciting, warm, and arousing."
He knew what she meant, remembering how many times he had enjoyed feeling the warm streams of her breath caressing the stiff length, of his cock.
Downward, he kissed, taunting his way closer and closer to the furfleeced mound of his sister's cunt. But before his lips touched that soft fluff, he suddenly swung his head to the side, using his lips and tongue to tease along the smooth interior of one of her thighs.
He repeated the tantalizing maneuver on the opposite thigh, blowing lightly on the strands of her pubic down as he turned his mouth to her other leg.
He didn't rush. The longer he took, the higher her anticipation would be when his mouth finally pressed against the waiting lips of her pussy. A man's mouth is one of the greatest pleasures he can offer a woman. When it's given, a man should take his time, making sure the woman receives the full effects of tongue and lips.
Kissing up from her thigh, he circled up to the fringe of her tender foliage. Then he weaved his tongue downward through those soft, silky strands.
However, he denied her trembling groove of sex the touch of his oral digit. Instead, he continued his taunting. Playfully, he ran his tongue to each side of that intimate slit, sometimes teasingly wiggling it right next to the moist mouth of her quim.
"Damn! It feels wonderful!" The blonde above him moaned in a deep, lusty voice. "It's like being tortured with pleasure!"
It was exactly like that. Because that's what he was doing to her. Each tickling stroke of his tongue, each fleeting maneuver toward the quivering lips of her labia was designed to incite her, and awaken the desirous needs within the steaming channel of her cunt.
Without a hint of what was to come next, he ran his tongue along the crease of her sex. He didn't delve into that hot, juicy pocket, but simply toyed up and down the slit. He licked away the moist droplets of her womanly fluids, smacking his lips loudly so that she knew he swallowed down her juices.
Then, using both hands, he spread the plump, pink lips of her cunt, opening her so that he saw the delicate scalloped lips of her inner labia. In a wide, laving lap, he ran the taunting length of his tongue up and down the wet channel. At the top of his swipe, he paused momentarily, lovingly circling the aroused bud of her clit.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" she cooed in deep satisfaction. She writhed, her pelvis responding with a trembling little hunch. "Gooooood!"
Again and again, he licked the quivering groove of her sex, replacing the flow of her fluids with the shining veneer of his saliva. Her hands tightened on the back of his head, but she didn't push him down into the hungry mouth of her cunt. She was doing as he told her, lying back and savoring the oral delights he provided.
With the same lazy slowness, he finally got down to the serious task of eating her. Using his tongue-tip, he parted the inner lips of her pussy and languorously slithered his oral digit into the juicy quick of her body.
Like a jolt of electricity, the intimate penetration jarred her. She writhed, her hips beginning to undulate on their own accord. She was fucking herself on his tongue, hunching at his face.
In a counterpoint, he used his oral digit in penis-imitating fashion.
As her pelvis pushed upward, he licked out, swirling his tongue over the interior of her cunt. When she eased back, he thrust inward. It was a tease, but one he enjoyed and, from the constant chorus of her moans, one she delighted in equally.
Eventually, he fell into her rhythm, matching the need of her young body with the laving of his tongue, drilling inward as her hips rose and slithering out at the fall of her pelvis. He ate her, licking and sucking away the flood of fluids that flowed into the channel of her cunt.
Then to add that extra something special, he wiggled a thumb atop the button of her clit. Roughly, the way his sex hungry sister liked it, he rolled the aroused nubbin. Firmly, he rubbed the button of her womanly pleasure.
It didn't take long after that. Crying out in a piteous voice of delight, the teen-age girl came. Quickly he removed his thumb and drilled his tongue in and out. He ate at her until the last throes of her climax passed and she lay trembling and panting, sated.
"I hope to hell Tanya realizes how lucky she is," his younger sister managed a smile. "I don't think there's another man like you in the world!"
"Ahhh, gosh!" He said, imitating the stereotype of an embarrassed farm boy. "Twere'n't nothing Miss Weston. Any red-blooded American boy would love to go down on that pretty little pussy of yours."
She shook her head and groaned. "I've met a few who wouldn't. Pussy licking doesn't fit their picture of the macho male."
Chance realized that. Half the country's population still felt that oral sex was something dirty and nasty. He could never understand a man, or a woman for that matter, who would deny his sexual partner the pleasure of his mouth. But it was a common occurrence, despite the popularity of sex manuals and the so-called sexual revolution. He even knew one couple who admitted being married seven years before either of them worked up the courage to give each other's mouth to the other.
They did it only one time.
He moaned, abruptly coming out of his thoughts. Cari had discovered the thick bulge straining beneath his pants. Her hand was roughly squeezing at it.
"Hey, look what I found!" Her eyes coyly flashed to his, her eyelashes batting innocently. "Is this for me? A present from my loving brother?"
"Careful with that!" She had clamped down harder, causing a painful rush to shoot through his groin. He liked his cock handled roughly, but not that rough. "Take it easy wench, or I'll turn you over my knee and spank that pretty bottom of yours."
"Bitch, not wench," she corrected him with another more gentle squeeze.
"And always in heat!"
"Then why don't you do something about it. Get out of those clothes and find a use for this handsome pussy pleaser."
"Why young lady, I'm not at all sure I understand your meaning. Am I correct in assuming that you want me to fuck your lovely young body?"
She laughed at his mock formality, then shoved him playfully from the sofa. "Get those clothes off, and I'll show you exactly what I mean.
And I thought we settled that lady stuff this morning."
"That we did!" He pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside and immediately began to work on his pants, quickly skinning them down.
When he turned to his sister again, he found the blonde nymph on her hands and knees atop the couch. She looked at him, letting her gaze drift to the shafting length of his liberated cock, then back to his face.
"Tonight, I'm your bitch, Big Brother." She wiggled the upturned cushions of her teen-age ass provocatively. "So fuck me like a bitch!"
The alluring invitation couldn't be refused. With growing excitement, he mounted the sofa behind his sister. Taking hold of her rounded rump, he eased himself between the tantalizing spread of her youthful thighs.
There was no need for any titillation or taunting foreplay. His pussy eating had taken care of that. His young sister was hot and ready to receive the meaty rod of his prick.
The pulsing head of his glans brushed through the damp foliage of her pubic moss. The hypersensitive skin of his cockcrown touched the lips of her uptilted quim, opened them, and slid deeply into the juicefilled channel of her cunt.
"Good!" the frosty-tressed blonde crooned, ripples of gooseflesh running up and down her back as he fed the thick column of his cock into her welcoming body. "It feels so damn good!"
It did. The spongy folds of her pussy caressed the needy length of his prick. She was hot, bathing him in sexual fire. Tight didn't describe the elastic grip of her vaginal muscles. It would have been nice to just stand there, letting her work the wonderful magic of her clasping pussy until he came. But he wanted her to feel this too, wanted her to know that she still mattered to him, although in eight days their sibling love would be off limits.
He eased out. The massive, swollen length of his cock slithered from the depths of her young love hold. Good! Damn good! Fantastic swirling friction seared over every engorged inch of his rod. He moaned and trembled, his balls lashing around in their rumpled sac.
For five years he had fucked, poled, drilled, reamed, hunched, and screwed the delightful tightness of his sister's ever-ready pussy. It was as if this tempting slot of lust was made for him, designed especially to accept his cock. Now, he realized this would be one of the last times their bodies joined as one.
And for that reason, he wanted it to be long and good.
He took his time, languidly shafting in and out of the hungry gash of her body. He burned the feel of her into his mind so that he would always remember. He savored the feel of her, the clinging grip of her young channel. He reveled in the liquid heat of her body, basking in their carnal union.
At the same time, his hands roved over her, memorizing the silky smoothness of her teen-age body. Over the perky curves of her ass, his fingers moved. He caressed her, love and need in his hands.
Upward, inching over the taut arch of her back, his hands slid, then down along the sleekness of her sides. He taunted at the flatness of her belly before letting his hands move up to tenderly caress the firm forms of her breasts, both slightly elongated cones of flesh now.
Apparently the young girl shared the intensity of their coupling.
Lacking was the usual fiery passion of her body. Instead she seemed in no hurry to blast toward climax. She rocked back and forth slowly, matching the in-out shafting of his adamantine cock.
"We've got a week together, Big Brother," she said in a soft, dreamy voice. "I want to make them last. I want to remember them, every one of them, starting right now."
He understood. A week wasn't long in comparison to their five years as lovers, but it was all they had. He was determined that neither of them would ever forget that week.
His hands lovingly slid around the proud cones of her breasts. So soft and smooth and sleek they felt. For the first time in years, he realized just how much he liked to have his hands on his sister-and how much she loved it.
He felt a flush of guilt. Here he was making love to his teen-age sister and Tanya was waiting for him, their marriage only eight days away. He loved the girl; he didn't doubt that, never doubted that. Yet, he wondered if she would ever be able to extinguish the desire he carried in his loins for Cari.
His fingers were now at the very peaks of his sister's tits. He scissored the plump little buds he found there between his fingers, eliciting a series of throaty moans from the sexy young blonde.
"Deeper, I want to feel you deeper inside me," the girl moaned, her head lolling from side to side.
There was only one way to do that. He increased the tempo of his strokes, drilling into the heated recesses of the kneeling girl's cunt.
Their bodies slapped together in a resounding erotic rhythm.
The sensuality of their carnal union flowed through him, awakening every cell of his body. He felt each deep-grinding shaft of his prick.
He felt the grasping tightness of her vaginal channel, squeezing and milking along the throbbing length of his prick.
As much as he tried to control himself, it was no good. His body was on a one-way skyrocketing path toward climax. There was no way he could stem the burning flood that boiled within his testicles.
However, there was a way he could see to it that his sister reached the unleashing of her lust with him. He released his grip on one of her tits and ran a hand down to the moist slit of her pussy. Extended and waiting for his probing finger, he found her clit.
The young girl jolted and bucked, crying out her ecstasy. She came just in time to receive the blasting fountains of come her brother spurted into the quivering folds of her cunt.