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Date: Sun, 04 Dec 2005 17:00:52 +0000
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A Midnight Woman Ch. 7 by atotk Brian was in the middle of a dream. He was
floating naked on a cloud, typing effortlessly on an article that would surely
win him a Pulitzer. It was about the effects of incestuous relationships between
brothers and sisters and to his complete amazement, the discussions he was
involved in were totally understanding and accepting of the situation. He was
submitting the article to a panel that included amongst others his boss, his
father and several stunning looking women he did not recognize. They were all
applauding the scholarly approach of his article despite the fact that the women
on the panel were sitting naked with their legs spread open under the table,
visible to Brian's eyes only. He could not see the women's faces as they were
obscured in the shadows of the darkened room. One of the panelists asked Brian
to describe the first time he had realized his lusty attitude toward his sister.
He was about to answer when the panelist leaned forward, out of the shadows and
it became imminently clear to him that the questioner was his mother. Brian
began to sweat, unwilling to answer his mother's questions about his
relationship with Dee. His mother's tone was insistent when she said, "Brian,
honey, this is not what I meant when I asked you to take care of your little
sister." Brian awoke with a start, and bolted upright in the bed, perspiration
covering his chest and face. His head ached miserably. He looked to his right
and saw the gentle rise and fall of Deanna's breathing. His panic began to
subside as he realized that they were alone in his bed, his apartment. He
realized that his mother had been dead for years and that it was just a dream.
It was nonetheless a nightmare. Brian pulled the covers back off his naked torso
and moved to his closet. He slipped into a robe and then made his way to the
bedroom door. He looked back at the bed to see if Deanna had awakened. She had
not. Ten minutes later, he was sipping the strong black coffee he had made,
trying to get the cobwebs out of his head. He sat staring out the window trying
to recall all of the events of the previous night. "Man," he thought, "I must
have had more of that champagne than I thought." He remembered most of the
evening up until they got out of the limo and then things became kind of a blur.
He had fleeting glimpses of watching the elevator numbers and then of Deanna
undressing in front of him, but after thatnothing. He wondered if Dee felt as
awful as he did. Brian looked at the clock on the microwave, and it was 10:30.
"I never sleep this late," he told himself, "that stuff really hit me hard." At
that moment, Deanna walked into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
"Morning," she yawned. She stood on tiptoes and reached up into the cabinet to
grab a coffee cup. Brian's old football jersey she had thrown on rode up her
back, revealing the perfect semi-globes of her ass. Brian was amazed at how
quickly just the sight of her body could arouse him. His pushed his rising
erection back down between his legs. Deanna poured herself some coffee, dumped
in several large spoons full of sugar and took a sip. "Mmmmmm, that's nice." Her
bare feet scraped the tile of the kitchen floor as she came around and took the
stool next to Brian. She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "You look a little
pale, Bri, you alright?" "Got a hell of a hangover, I can tell you that! How
much champagne did we have last night?" "Well, brother dear, I told you to slow
down a little, but, well I think it was that double shot of Grand Marnier you
drank that did you in." She pointed to the snifter she had used the night
before, resting on the counter. "Grand Marnier? I don't remember that at all.
Wow." "I'm not surprised, Bri." Deanna sipped her coffee to keep from smiling
too much. "You feel okay?" Brian asked. "Yeah, I'm fine, just a little tired.
This guy I was with gave me quite a workout last night." She smiled
mischievously at him and Brian lowered his eyes. "Sorry, I don't remember it
all, Dee." "Well, I wouldn't expect you to, Brian. Don't worry, I enjoyed the
entire night." She put her hand inside his robe and ran her fingers up the
inside of his thigh, causing instant goose-bumps on the back of his neck. Deanna
felt his hardening cock brush against the back of her hand. "Ooh, I wondered if
I could get a rise out of you this morning, big brother. And I do mean big!" She
gave him one of her wicked smiles. She grabbed hold of his cock, and setting her
coffee cup down, pulled him off the stool. Using his cock like a leash, she led
him into the living room. The sun was shining in the big bay window and the
carpet was warm under their feet. She stopped in the middle of the room and with
her free hand, she nudged the robe off his shoulders. She kneeled down and
watched as her stroking hand brought a glistening drop of pre-cum to the end of
his hard-on. Looking up into Brian's eyes, she said, "Excuse me for a moment,
please Brian, this needs some immediate attention." Brian just closed his eyes
and let the sensations move through him. Deanna continued to stroke him with one
hand while the other moved under to grab his balls, squeezing and pulling on
them. She snaked her tongue out and flicked at the tip of his manhood. Then,
holding his dick at its base, she pointed it at his chin and began to lick up
the underside in slow sensuous movements, as if she were savoring every
millimeter of it. When her tongue got to the head, she swirled it around the rim
and then descended back down the shaft, leaving a trail of saliva. She began to
lightly rake the fingernails of her other hand across his sensitive balls and
the skin behind them. Brian groaned. She made several more passes up and down
his shaft, each time seeing more and more of his clear fluid appearing on the
tip of his cock. She released his balls and with her middle finger she spread
the liquid over the crown as well as her fingertip. Then she removed the finger
and looking up at his face, she watched his expression as she pushed the
moistened fingertip into his anus. She knew the grimace she saw there was one of
excruciating pleasure, not pain. She smiled to herself and then she returned her
mouth to the end of his cock, while searching inside him for the spot she knew
would intensify his feelings. She located the walnut sized swelling of his
prostate gland and began to stroke it as she slowly slid his entire cock into
her mouth. His audible groan told her she had hit the spot! She removed her hand
from his cock and began to stroke him around his belly as her mouth slid
smoothly up and down his length. "Mmmmmm," she hummed. "Ahhhhh," he answered.
She pulled nearly all the way off, until just the crown was in her mouth and
then, very lightly, used her teeth to circle the head. She felt Brian squirm at
the torture. As she continued to stroke her finger in and out of his ass, she
smoothly grabbed his balls and squeezing a little tighter than before, she
slowly pulled them away from the base of his cock. She could feel them beginning
to swell as his anal ring spasmed around her finger and his cock throbbed into a
purple-headed monster in her mouth. Brian began to buck his hips into her face
as she powerfully sucked him in and out. And then all at once, Brian saw stars
on the back of his closed eyelids, as his balls contracted, sending a huge load
of creamy white semen, the very essence of his being, shooting up the length of
his cock toward the warmth of Deanna's awaiting mouth. Sensing the moment, she
grabbed both cheeks of his ass and digging her fingernails into his flesh,
pulled him fiercely to her. She slid her mouth down the length to the very root
until her face was pressing against his belly, and the tip of his cock was at
the entrance to her throat. And there she held him as she felt the hot jets of
cum shoot down her gullet. It came in torrents, shot after shot. Brian strained
to push his cock as far down her throat as he could get. Pulsing, shooting,
pulsing, shooting, trying to fill her with his sperm. And then he groaned. A
guttural moan that was unmistakable in its message. "Ohhhhhhhh." He clutched
Deanna's hair into his fingers and she held him tight as the last of the spasms
quaked. All the while, Deanna continued to swallow every drop of his precious
gift. Several minutes later, she felt his fingers relax in her hair and the
tension in his ass muscles diminished. She continued to hold him a moment
longer, allowing his softening cock to remain in the warm, wet caress of her
mouth. Finally, she released her grip on his ass and slowly slipped her lips off
the length of his shaft, until, reaching the very tip, she licked the last
remains of his orgasm onto her tongue. Then she stood and putting her hands
behind Brian's neck, pulled his mouth onto hers. He opened his lips and her
tongue snaked its way inside, carrying a small deposit of him with it. Brian
tasted the saltiness as her tongue swirled around his own. "Oh my god," he
thought, "my sister, my wonderful sister. Does she ever get enough? God, I hope
not!" Brian finally pulled himself away and said, "Dee, that was unbelievable.
Now, all I want to do is go back to sleep. Let's take a little nap. Okay?"
"Perfect, Bri, I'm a little tired myself. You go crawl back in bed, and I'll be
right there." Brian kissed her on the forehead and moved toward the bedroom.
Deanna waited until she was sure Brian was in the bedroom and then pulled her
phone from her bag. She dialed a number and waited for the answer. "Hello," came
the voice in a slight Italian accent. "Anthony, it's Deanna. How are you today?"
"I feel great, Miss." "Anthony, I want you to call me Deanna from now on. I
think after last night, Miss is a little formal, don't you agree?" "Yes, Miss, I
mean Deanna. Last night was very, how you say, interesting." "I agree with you,
Anthony. Now I have a request. I want you to be at the Men's Fragrance counter
at Nordstrom's, this afternoon at 4:00. Can you do that?" "Yes, Deanna, I can do
that. I have the night off, so I do not have to go into work." "Wonderful. And
Anthony, I would like you to bring Cathy with you. Do you think that would be
possible?" "Yes, I think she would like to meet you, Deanna. Would you like
Amanda to come also? We usually spend Sundays together." "Certainly, if she
would like. Now, here's the thing, Anthony I will be with Brian, my date from
last night. I don't want him to know we talked. I just want to run into you, and
I will take it from there. Don't tell Cathy or Amanda we are meeting either. It
will be more fun if they don't know. Do you understand, Anthony?" "Yes, Deanna,
completely." "Okay, then, I'll see you at 4, and act surprised to see us." "You
can count on me, Deanna." "I am, Anthony, I am." Deanna hung up the phone.
Another of her plans was coming together. She moved into the bedroom and crawled
under the covers with Brian. In a matter of moments, brother and sister were
both sleeping soundly.
****
Deanna felt Brian's arm go around her waist and his hand slide up to cup one of
her breasts as her eyes opened from the much-needed nap. She liked the feeling
of his fingers rolling and pinching her nipples. She was just about to turn into
his embrace when she looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was quarter to
three. She would have to hustle to get Brian to Nordstrom's by four. "Oooh, that
feels so nice, Brian. But, you know what I'd like to do right now?" "Anything
you want, Dee, just name it." "I'd like to go shopping for something slinky to
wear with you tonight. I know you like how I look in your jersey here, but I'd
like to really show you how I look in black lace. Would you like that, Bri?" "Oh
yeah, Dee, but it's kind of late for a Sunday, isn't it?" "Not if we hurry. The
stores are open 'til five. We can go somewhere for a drink and something to eat
after." "Not too sure about the drinks, Dee, but the rest sounds good. I better
shower first, though." "Now, you're talking, Bri. Come on we'll take it together
to save time. And it's strictly a shower, huh, Bri?" "Right, Dee," he laughed.
****
An hour later, Brian sat in the ladies lingerie section at Nordstrom's, as
Deanna tried on several pieces of extremely skimpy black lace undergarments. She
would pop the door to the dressing booth open to show him what she was modeling.
One black lace thong in particular got his attention. Brian waited patiently as
Deanna paid with her credit card and then she said, "Let's go down to the
perfume counter, and smell what's new." Moments later, at a little after 4:00,
they were spraying perfume mists into the air with Brian telling Deanna what he
thought of each. "Let's see what they have new for men, Bri." She took his hand
and pulled him to the men's fragrance department. And there, as she expected was
Anthony, busy sniffing scents with two girls. "Look, Bri, isn't that Anthony,
our waiter from last night?" "Yeah, I guess it is," said Brian, his memory of
last night still a little foggy. "Anthony," called Dee, pulling Brian toward the
threesome. "Good afternoon, De, uh Miss," he almost made a slip. "Good
afternoon, Sir." "Anthony, not so formal, call me Dee and this is Brian." "Well,
nice to see you two again. This is my girlfriend Cathy and our friend Amanda."
"Hello," the girls said in unison. Cathy was a striking blonde, about 5'8" with
spectacular legs extending from a skin-tight miniskirt and luscious breasts
barely disguised by the form fitting knit top. She had sparkling blue eyes and
her lips were full and pouting. Deanna thought she had that 'Please fuck me
look.' Amanda, on the other hand, was a little smaller, maybe 5'5" with auburn
hair and brown eyes. Her clothing was more loose-fitting than Cathy's, but Dee
could see potential there, too. Brian, on the other hand, could not take his
eyes off Cathy, Dee noticed. He seemed to be tongue-tied. After some small talk,
Dee said, "Hey, Brian and I were just going for a drink, why don't the three of
you come along?" "Sounds good to me, what do you think girls," said Anthony.
Cathy quickly agreed and Amanda nodded shyly. "Great, where should we go?" asked
Dee. "How about the Blue Lounge, just up the street?" said Anthony. "The Blue
Lounge it is," replied Deanna and they all moved out onto the street and walked
as a group toward the bar. Deanna put her arm through Brian's and pulled his
head near to her. "Did you see the body on that Cathy, Bri? Wouldn't you love to
slip between those thighs? And don't you wonder how Amanda would look out of
those pants? Oh yeah, and how about that bulge of Anthony's?" "Dee! Don't say
stuff like that." Brian was a little taken aback by his sister's comment,
although he realized she did have a point. The minute he saw Cathy, he wondered
what it would be like to suck on those giant nipples projecting through her top.
Inside the Blue Lounge, Deanna steered them all to a circular booth and pushed
Brian in first. She slid in next to him as Cathy moved in on his other side.
Anthony sat next to Cathy and Amanda sat on the end opposite Dee. Deanna ordered
martini's straight-up for all of them, including Brian who had suddenly
forgotten his hangover in the heat of the moment. He felt Dee's hand move onto
his thigh as they all engaged in conversation, which basically consisted of each
introducing themselves. Brian squirmed a little as he felt Dee's hand creep
toward his crotch. And then, as he spoke to Anthony about his job at the paper,
he suddenly felt Dee's hand pull his zipper down and her soft warm palm slipped
inside his fly, surrounding his quickly hardening cock. He gulped a little as he
looked at Cathy who was smiling directly at him. He felt a small bead of sweat
form instantly on his forehead, as he felt Cathy's soft thigh brush against his
leg. Cathy's eyes shifted for a moment to Dee as if acknowledging that she knew
what was going on under the table. Dee smiled at Cathy and nodded almost
imperceptibly. Cathy smiled and licked her lips. Brian was swooning. Then almost
like magic, Dee had unbuttoned his belt and opened the top of his pants, her
hand ministering to his cock and balls. Brian groaned. Cathy chuckled. Deanna
smiled. "Something, wrong, Brian," asked Anthony, as he winked at Deanna. He had
a feeling he knew what the problem was too. Brian continued to try to talk
normally, but it became increasingly hard, so to speak. On the end of the table,
Amanda sipped at her drink and watched the look on Brian' face. She also had a
pretty good idea what was going on. She wondered what it would be like to crawl
under the table and help Deanna, but of course, she could never do that in
public, although, there was that one time . Anthony slipped his arms around
Cathy's and Amanda's shoulders. They laid their heads against his chest and just
watched Brian's face. Brian was growing close to the point of no return when Dee
suddenly pulled her hand from his cock and said, "Anybody hungry?" Both girls,
again in unison, said, "Oh yes!" looking right at Brian. It was Anthony who
picked up the hint and suggested that they all go to his place and order some
pizza. He said he had plenty of beer and some great new jazz cd's they could
listen to. And just like that, they were all up and moving toward the door. All
that is except Brian, who needed a moment to compose himself and to stuff his
now burgeoning cock back into his pants and zip up.
****
They all ate pizza, drank beer, and listened to music while sitting cross-legged
on the floor of Anthony's apartment. When the pizza was gone and the floor was
strewn with empty beer cans, Anthony even brought out a couple of joints which
they all passed around. The buzz took its effect and soon, all five were having
a good time and becoming very comfortable with each other. "Where is your
bathroom, Anthony?" asked Brian, "I have really got to get rid of some of this
beer." "I'll show you," said Cathy, jumping up and leading Brian down the
hallway and through a dark bedroom. She reached in a doorway and flicked on a
light. "There you go, Brian." "Thanks," he said as she backed out of the room.
He unbuckled his pants and dropped them around his thighs, pulling his semi-firm
cock out. Holding it in one hand, he leaned his head back, closed his eyes and
felt the immediate relief as he began to pee. He was nearly finished when,
unbelievably, he felt a second hand on his cock. He almost jumped out of his
skin. "Let me do this," Cathy said, "I always wondered what it was like for you
guys to have to shake it off at the end." He let go of himself as she firmly
held his cock and lightly shook it up and down. "Is this right?" she asked. "Oh
yeah," answered Brian, "that's just fine." "Is it done now?" she asked, almost
innocently. "Yeah, I think that about does it," he sighed. "Too bad, I was just
getting to like the feel of it in my hand." Still holding his now stiffening
cock, she pulled him around to face her. She reached behind her and flicked off
the light. Then pulling him close, she put her mouth to his, parting his lips
with her searching tongue, all the while working her hand up and down his shaft.
"God, Cathy ,what about the others?" Brian asked as he pulled his face away from
hers, panting. "Don't worry about them, Brian. They can take care of themselves.
I want to fuck you right now. You do want to fuck me, don't you Brian?" "Oh my
god yes, I do, but I, well, what about Anthony?" "Well," she looked up into his
eyes and winked, "you can fuck him later, but it's my time now. Come on." Brian
was stunned at her remark, but went with her anyway as she maneuvered him into
the bedroom, his pants still around his knees. Cathy pushed him down on the bed.
She pulled his sweater and shirt over his head and then grabbed his pants and
underwear, practically tearing them off of him. She closed the bedroom door as
he sat naked on the bed, except for his shoes and socks, which he proceeded to
kick off himself. Then he watched in the near darkness as Cathy stripped off her
clothing, what little there was of it. When she was done, he just stared at her.
She was unbelievable. Her breasts were much larger than Dee's, full and round,
with no sag as they stood proudly away from her chest. The nipples were long and
dark. As his eyes traveled lower, he noticed she was a natural blonde, marveling
at the perfectly trimmed triangle of hair above her pussy.
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