Guest Story by Lisa

Caramel Part 1

I saw her walk through the front door and that old familiar pet name sprang to mind. Caramel. It's also my favorite candy, by the way. Well, as always, I stood there staring at her with my mouth partly open. It had been four and a half years since we'd seen each other and she had changed considerably. Her hair was longer and back to her natural light brown color. Her body was tight and curvy. I had known her since we were in our teens and now she had turned into a very beautiful woman.

I was sitting there talking to my oldest brother before she interrupted my thoughts. Paolo gave me an all too familiar look to either close my mouth or leave the room. We stood up and quickly got ourselves together as she walked up to me. He gave her a kiss on the cheek all the while looking me straight in the eyes demanding that I behave. He knew all too well the way I always liked to hug her. Bending a little at the knee so that we could be chest to chest.

I'm well aware that it makes my brother "uneasy" (for lack of a better word), but he's also mindful that I fell in love with her the same time he did. Paolo jokingly asked her if she remembered me. HA! Of course she did, I thought knowingly to myself. How could she possibly forget the only living creature that resembles her husband. How could any woman forget the Rinaldi brothers. Or resist.

I gave her a hug, a nice brotherly hug and when I came back to face her I saw a glimmer flash before her eyes and quickly disappear. In seconds, my mind skipped back four and a half years ago to when we shared our first kiss. She was a newly engaged girl then, but I still wanted her. We had just reconstructed the basement in our summer villa and everyone else went into town to eat and relax.

I crept downstairs to sneak up on her, because I thought she would be watching television. She was sleeping. A very slow, very sinister smile spread across my lips. One could say my brother and I are very similar, but there are also things that show how different we are as well. He's three inches taller and I'm a little more tanned than he is. Unfortunately, a girl wouldn't be able to tell us apart in the dark, for we sound just alike. Unfortunately, for her.

With that said, you can see my position and I'm sure you can imagine the little game I was about to play.

I just stood there looking at her. Not really sure of what I wanted to do, but I knew I wanted to do SOMETHING. I walked over to the t.v. and switched it off. Then I turned around and looked at her form in the near- dark room. I knelt on the floor near her and ran a finger down the side of her face. Oh, how I wished she was mine. I stood up then and looked down on her slowly from head to toe. I love her feet, every chance I get I try to sneak a peak at them when she's barefoot or when she's wearing some sexy looking sandals.

I looked back at her face. Her lips. Her throat. As my eyes slowly went back to her lips an idea became clear. There was a little space left for me to wedge myself between her and the armrest so that I was by her head and shoulder. Very slowly I put my hand, which was trembling just a little, on her cheek and bent my head towards her ear. I whispered her name and she turned her head towards mine. She was still napping. She felt the pressure of the back of my fingers on her cheek and smiled a weak little smile.

Still, she did not open her eyes. I leaned over and whispered something really hot and she moaned quietly and pressed her thighs together, still never opening her eyes. The next thing I did even surprised ME. I reached my hand towards her mouth and touched her lips with my thumb. Squeezing them between my forefinger and thumb, circling them, playing with them. I knew her secret.....her lips were ONE of her weak spots. I was also aware of how much kissing turned her on. My brother has slipped a little info to me on occasion, but only by accident.

Anyway, I couldn't stand it anymore, I wanted to know what those lips felt like. I knew what they felt like on my cheek, but I wanted to know what they felt like when they weren't giving me a "sisterly" type kiss. So I turned her gently so that I could have easier access without straining my back. When I felt she was drifting back into her daydream, I leaned over and pressed my lips on hers. Very nice, I thought. Very soft. It was, believe it or not, my intention to see what her lips felt like and back off. The electricity I felt after I touched them shot through me so fast that I lost my breath for a moment and I forgot who I was with.

I was trying very hard to gather the strength to let go, but when she snaked a hand up and around the back of my neck I was lost in the moment. I cupped her head in both of my hands and she opened her mouth and her tongue caressed my bottom lip. Mmmmmm...so warm and so wet. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth for her. Our tongues touched softly and slowly, but the intensity began to build with every stroke we made in each other's mouth. She moaned something and I moaned back at the sound of it.

The hand that was lightly resting upon her neck seemed to have a mind of it's own. I brought my hand over her shirt and caressed her breasts through it. Her upper body still in my lap, I unbuttoned one single button and slipped my hand into her shirt. Then into her bra. In one second she put her own hand under her shirt and popped the clamp that kept it together. It was funny, in a delightful sort of way, because her breast popped out of her bra, but was still covered by the shirt. Like popcorn you cook on top of the stove.

My hand was not big enough for the two of them. So I grabbed one round breast and squeezed it. I smiled when I felt the nipple get hard. I rubbed my palm over it and then squeezed the nipple between my fingertips. As I did this, our kiss deepened, our breathing got heavier, the dazed feeling I had was becoming even more intoxicating. Squeezing her breast and tounging her mouth, I was lost in it.

"Ohhh, Cara....." was all that I could get out before I realized what I had said. It seemed as if time stood still then. All was quiet. She took her mouth from mine and asked her "husband" who Cara was. She had raised herself onto her elbows while still in my lap and turned to me. She looked at me then. She still didn't recognize me. INCREDIBLE, I thought. We sat there, me feeling a little sheepish, because my hand was still on her breast. All I could do was smile. When I did that, I noticed she was trying to compose herself from the pleasure we just had a moment ago and saw that her eyes were beginning to focus. Then they really focused.

I knew she had a crush on me since we were teens and so I counted her reaction would not be that explosive. WHAP! She slapped me! That wasn't the surprise, what stunned me was the way she laid her forehead down on my chest. She spoke in a low voice for me to get my hand out of her shirt. I looked down and slowly opened the fingers crushed around a grapefruit sized breast and pulled my arm away from her, grazing her nipple as I did. Her body jerked slightly, but she kept her head down.

When she looked at me, her eyes said many things. Desire? Pain? Need? I'm not sure what and I didn't want to mess up the moment. I could feel desire stirring inside of me again and placed my hands under her arms and roughly pulled her to me. Her shirt still open. Our eyes looking into each other's souls, she knew exactly what I wanted and she closed her eyes and slightly parted her mouth. I came towards her with my own wet mouth and was shocked back into reality by a door slamming shut.

Shit! I thought to myself, but when I exploded out loud I said in Italian. We scrambled to get ourselves together. We bumped heads as I went for the lamp. We looked around for anything disturbed beyond the "norm." I laughed as she hopped around trying to put on her shoes and button her shirt at the same time. I started towards her to give her a hand and felt the sensation of something sliding down my thighs. My pants! Thinking I was her husband, she must have smoothly unbuckled my belt as I was lost in the moment. This time she laughed at me. I jumped up from the floor, this time my turn to hop. Just as we regained composure and placed hurried smiles on our faces my mother came in and shouted at me in Italian while reaching for my ear. She's scolded me about being alone with Sierra before because..... she knew. Needless to say, it was a very memorable moment for me.

The weeks that followed were very slow. Sierra was supposedly heading back to the U.S., but my brother kept postponing her trip. He just really didn't want her out of his sight. I found myself thinking about her constantly. I went to one of our stores that had American products and noticed some caramel candies. They reminded me of the color of her skin. I bought two bags. I always had a few caramels in my pocket and popped them in my mouth when I thought of her. I'll have to make an appointment with my dentist by the end of the month.

I was in the kitchen one afternoon when Sierra came in to get a bite to eat. I ignored her and finished reading my paper, feeling my desire stir again. I watched her while her back was to me and reached into my pocket for a piece of "her." I thought of her lips and I ran my tongue over the sweet candy, I thought of her breast and flicked the candy with my tongue as if it were her nipple. Then I thought of what her "juices" would taste like and my tongue almost bore a hole in the soft candy. She turned around, but looked past me and said hello to her husband. As I inhaled sharply the candy tried to find it's way down my throat way to fast. I sat there choking and trying to breathe.

The more Paolo worked the closer Sierra and I became. I became aware of just how lonely she really was and my heart began to tighten with more emotion. We had breakfasts, lunches, and dinners without my brother. We went swimming together, played games, I gave her a ride on my motorcycle. I couldn't concentrate on the beautiful rolling hills of Tuscany sitting between her legs with her arms wrapped around me. I was thankful it took a while to get home and give my hard-on a chance to die down. One night Paolo was leaving for Venice, he instructed Sierra to join him, but she said she didn't want to. That was when I decided.....

Much later that night, I slipped out on the balcony, closed my eyes and took a deep breath of the night air. I walked quietly to her room. I opened the door and slowly closed it behind me, making sure I locked it before walking towards her bed. I couldn't see that well and what little of the moon that shone in the room was laying across the foot of the bed. Slowly and quietly I undressed and slipped under the sheets. I could smell the gentle aroma of jasmine and closed my eyes again. From behind her I reached out and caressed her cheek and then put my hands in her mass of curly hair. She turned her head and I was surprised that she wasn't asleep.

..when she turned to me, our breathing quickened. "Carlos?"

..whispering..."Yeah, it's me." Why did I give away my identity so soon? Well, I wanted her to know who she was about to make love to.

"Why are you here?" "If someone catches you here..."

I had to cut her off, because I simply didn't care anymore. "It doesn't matter who might catch us. All that matters is what's about to happen between us tonight."

She already knew and she wanted it just as badly. She reached down her body and pulled her nightgown up and off her. I looked at her naked body and I immediately felt the blood rush to the tip of my cock. "Oh, man..." was all I could say. We had so much tension built up between us that I was afraid we'd both hurt each other. I covered her breast with my left hand and began massaging the nipple between my fingers. "Oh, god..." was all SHE could say. I bent towards her and ran my tongue over her lips. Biting them gently at first and then slightly harder to get a reaction out of her. She moaned and I smiled. That's when I slid my tongue into her warm mouth and licked her tongue. They collided softly over and over, then harder. Her body was pushing up against mine because of the sensations I caused in her nipple. The feeling shot straight down her between her thighs. My hand reached there between her legs and slipping two fingers inside her I knew she would be dripping wet. "A man could drown in here, Sierra," I joked with her and she smiled against my mouth.

I moved around to lay my chest on her stomach. I stared at her beautiful breasts and gently began to kiss them. Teasing one nipple with my tongue while squeezing the other in my palm. I placed my hands on both sides of her breasts and gently pushed them together. I wanted to feel them more intimately, so I pressed my face into the softness of her flesh. Every part of my face I ran over her breasts, occasionally placing soft kisses on the round part of her nipples. I slowly crawled back to her mouth, running my tongue through the middle of her breasts to her throat as I did, so that I could kiss her again.

I reluctantly broke our kiss and crawled down towards her legs. I opened them and kissed her thighs, licking them, getting her ready for the big kiss. I hadn't even touched her labia yet and she was already moving her hips and grabbing for my hair. I licked around her lips gently, as my tongue grazed her clit I heard a very low and very long moan from her throat. "Oh noooo..." and she came very hard. She grabbed the sheets and I watched her lower body lift from the bed and shudder with an intense orgasm. I blew my hot breath between her "lips" and she began to moan again.

"It's too sensitive..."

"Shhh, trust me...." I told her.

Slowly I worked my tongue inside of her trying to get as deep as possible....

"Oh my god......Oh my god.....Oh my.....mmmm."

I reached deep within her licking up inside of her like an ice cream cone. I sucked and licked up her juices that were oozing down the bottom of her ass. As I went back to that beloved bud and teased it with the tip of my tongue, her hips lifted off the bed once again and she reached another explosive orgasm.

Breathless, "I can't take anymore"....

"Yes you can, baby, you'll see."

I pulled up to my hands and knees crawling towards her mouth when she sat up, pushing my upper body up as she did. I looked down at her as she turned her face up to look at me. She smiled and wrapped her fingers around my dick.

"You don't have to do that," I told her, even as I prayed she would.

"Don't worry, this is something I enjoy."

She stuck her tongue out and licked the tip of my head slowly in a circle, oh god, around and around. It slid past her lips and she sucked it into her mouth as far as she could stand. She reached up between my legs and ran one finger from the top of my ass down to my balls and gently grabbed them in her palm, squeezing and massaging. I slid out of her mouth and she ran her tongue up the bottom side of my shaft and it went right back into her mouth. She then placed a finger on that spot right between the anus and the sac and began pressing it in a rhythm as she sucked hard. Oh, the sensation began to build and my hands got tangled in her hair while I tried to brace myself with the oncoming intensity. I tried to speak, but it took my breath away as I had one of the hardest orgasms in my life. She fell back against the bed and I collapsed on top of her.

We began to kiss very slowly, very lazly, very sensually. Grinding into each other and caressing each others bodies. I reached under her and grabbed both her cheeks into my hands and began squeezing them as we kissed and pressed into one another. A few moments later, I decided I had to be inside her, now. I turned her over so she was on her stomach and I lifted only her hips so I could have better access. I grabbed my cock as I leaned over her keeping my balance with the other hand and ran it slowly down her ass only to slide it into a very wet box. After I was inside I gently pushed her hips back down to the bed and closed both of her legs together while putting mine on the outside of hers. It was such a tight, snug, warm type of thing. I almost came THEN! Slowly I slide in and out of her wetness and heat. The electricity shooting through her body caused her to grab the bed as we both began to rise to that point.

"Harder, please"....I didn't mind obliging her.

Ramming her harder, I leaned down and licked her shoulder surprising even myself when I bit it AND her neck.

"Mmm..harder, deeper.... please." No problem, I thought.

I slid slowly in and out of her. The moisture and heat were incredible. She began to sob as she felt herself about to lose control. I found her hair again and wrapped my left hand around it. Straining to keep the flood at bay, I fucked her harder and deeper like that until sweat poured down my face. She moaned and screamed into the bed when her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Feeling her walls convulse around me, pulling me, I let go of the dam and exploded deep inside of her. My body stiffening and bucking up against her thighs and bottom.

I slumped on top of her and tried to calm the heart racing in my chest. I was about to disconnect our bodies when she begged me not to move just yet. We laid there breathing hard, sweaty, sated....and afraid. I lifted my head to move my hair out of my face and looked down at her beautiful back. As I touched her skin, the lock in the door clicked and I saw my brother walk in.

I slowly turned my head to look at Sierra, but she was already looking in his direction. She didn't seem too surprised, but gently sat up as my body separated from her hold. I was a little irritated at not being able to put my arms around her and rest, but as quickly as that thought ran through my mind, it was gone just a fast. Paolo silently put his back to the wall while I sat there waiting for all hell to break lose, but all I could think of was my damn shorts.

He didn't say a word as he slid his jacket off his body and walked over to the bed.

The End.

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