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A Midnight Woman Ch. 3
Brian blinked his eyes open. He had drifted off to
sleep. He felt his sister's rhythmic breathing on
his chest and abdomen, and realized that she was
asleep, lying atop him. He moved a little, trying
to awaken her, but she did not move. He realized
that the combination of scotch and the exquisite
tension of the sex had totaled her. She was in
deep sleep. Brian carefully rolled her off of him
and onto the cushiony softness of the sofa. He
quietly got up and padded naked across the room to
a closet where he got a blanket. He covered her.
Then he stood up and just looked at the side of
Deanna's face. She was his sister, but she was
beautiful.
Brian pulled on his sweatpants she had been
wearing. He picked up one of her cigarettes and
lit it. He walked over to the window and looked
down on the city. He wondered what would happen
now. He had gone to far to deny his wanting her.
But how would they deal with it. The world would
not understand, that was for sure. He turned from
the window, stubbed out the cigarette. He walked
through his bedroom into the bath. He turned on a
light and looked at his face in the mirror. He
pulled off the sweat pants and looked down at his
cock and balls, covered with a mixture of both
their cum. He reached in and turned on the shower.
The water was hot and felt soothing, cascading
over his body. He grabbed a bar of soap and began
to slowly and idly wash himself. But his mind was
on Deanna. She had made good on her promise. She
had taken him places he had never been and he had
felt things as never before. Had she really put
her tongue in his ass? He just couldn't believe
it. Brian closed his eyes as his soapy hands made
their way to his cock, which was unbelievably
stiff again. Had just thinking about Deanna done
this? He lathered his palm and began to stroke his
hardness. He leaned his head back into the
spraying water and closed his eyes. With his other
soapy hand, he reached behind himself and found
the ring of his asshole. He easily slipped his
middle finger in. Oh god, it felt so fucking good.
He picked up the pace of the masturbation as
visions of Deanna's perfect body danced before his
dreaming eyes. And then, he was shooting out ropes
of thick white cum for the second time tonight.
That hadn't happened in quite a while. Living
alone, he beat off a lot, but once was usually
enough to relieve his need. He stroked his finger
in and out of his ass, and strained to shoot the
final drops of his semen onto the black tile floor
of the glass walled shower stall. He pulled the
finger out and his body shook. He needed sleep.
After toweling off, Brian slipped the sweatpants
back on and walked back into the living room.
Deanna was just as he had left her, except she had
added a barely perceptible snore to her breathing.
Brian smiled. He turned and made his way back into
his bedroom. He lay down on top of the covers and
pulled them around him. That was all it took, he
was instantly asleep.
Deanna rolled onto her back, pulling the blanket
up to her chin, and then opened her eyes. She saw
the sunlight pouring in the window, filling the
room. She turned her head searching for a clock
somewhere. She found it as part of Brian's stereo
display. 9:30 it said. She stretched her arms out
from under the blanket and over her head, arching
her back as she yawned. Wow, had she slept hard.
She got off the sofa and wrapped the blanket
around her for warmth, not modesty. She padded
quietly through the hall to Brian's room. There he
was, lying on his back, with the bedspread pulled
over him. His mouth was open and a little bit of
drool was running from the corner. She laughed to
herself. He was more handsome with drool running
than most of the guys she knew on their best day.
Deanna closed the glass door behind her and just
stood in the middle of the three shower- heads
firing water at her from all directions, hitting
almost every part of her body. She had discovered
from the long shower she had taken the night
before, how to aim the heads to hit just the right
spots. And so for ten blissful minutes, she let
the water work its magic. Mmmm, it felt delicious.
She reached over to one of the heads, which
detached into a hand held. She dialed it to the
pulsing position. She put one foot up onto a
plastic stool that she assumed Brian kept for when
he wanted a long soak. It was just the right
height to give her easy access to her pussy lips
and clit. And so, she let the pulsing begin as far
back between her legs as her hand would reach,
feeling the water hitting her anus. Slowly, she
felt the warm jets pry apart her feminine folds
and wash her inside and finally, it found her
clit. Oh yes, that was nice.
"Let me do that."
It was Brian, stepping into the shower. He
startled her, but just for a moment. He kissed her
on the mouth and ran his fingers through her long,
dark, wet hair. Then, he took the hand held from
her. He gently pushed her down into a sitting
position on the plastic chair. He pulled a towel
from off the glass wall and threw it to the tile
at her feet. He kneeled on the towel and as he
did, she spread her legs, giving him a perfect
view of her.
"Oh yes," he said, "I think this definitely needs
a cleaning." And he began to spray her tender
pussy, pulling at her clit with the fingers of his
other hand, as he did. She leaned her head back
against the shower wall and closed her eyes. The
spray continued to feel wonderful between her
legs, and then he replaced his fingers with his
tongue. He began licking along the folds of her
pussy, and up to her clit. He did this several
times before settling at her button to lick with
more intensity. He licked and even nibbled, using
just his lips. Deanna thought the feeling was
incredible. There were other things she would have
liked for him to do, but she could teach him those
things at another time. He was so earnest in his
current endeavor, she decided to just lean back
and enjoy. After several minutes, she felt the
moment coming and grabbed Brian by the back of the
head and pulled his mouth tighter to her. She
pulled her legs together against his ears. He
licked at her feverishly and she let herself go,
cumming into Brian's open mouth, mixing with the
shower water. It was heavenly. And she cried out,
"Oh god, yes Brian, you're so good. That is
perfect, keep me cumming. Yes, that's it. Suck my
clit, Bri, suck it into your mouth and hold it.
Yeah, that's it. Oh, fuck yes. You're so good, so
fucking good."
Finally, her legs loosened around his head and
taking his face into her hands, she pushed him
away from her sex and pulled him up to her face.
She put her mouth on his and slipped her tongue as
deep as she could. With her hands, she slid down
his chest to his awaiting hard-on. It was hard
against her fingers as she wrapped them around it
and slowly stroked.
She pulled her face away from his and said, "My
turn."
She pushed him down, so that he was lying with the
soaked towel under his hips. The warm water
continued to fall on both of their red-hot bodies.
She slowly rolled a washcloth and put it under his
head, and then she went to work. She spread his
legs and pulled his swollen balls up to meet her
mouth, sucking one then the other then both into
her mouth. "Mmmm," she hummed as Brian groaned.
She continued to roll his balls around in her
mouth until he thought he would go crazy. All the
time, she continued the rhythmic stroking motion
of her hand on his cock. And then she released his
balls and started her tongue up the underside of
his cock. When she got to the tip, she slipped her
mouth just over the head and licked her tongue in
a swirl. She took her mouth away, just long enough
to ask, "Do you like this Bri?"
"Oh, yeah, oh yeah," was his breathless reply.
And then she slipped him back into her mouth and
began to move up and down, each time going just a
little further, until she could feel his wet
matted pubic hairs against her nose. She didn't
like that feeling, but she would see to that
later. She slowly slid her mouth all the way off
of him again and said, "Cum in my mouth, Brian, I
want your cum." And she slid back down the length
of his cock. She continued this slow motion
pistoning, until finally, she felt his hips rise
up, his ass cheeks tighten and he began pouring
his cum into her waiting throat. She pulled up on
his ass and held her mouth tight over his cock
until she felt the last spurt, and his hips
relaxed.
"Oh my god, Dee, you took it, you took it all. No
one has ever done that to me before."
"I loved it," she replied. Licking shower water
and the last of his come from his cock.
She crawled up and kissed him lightly on the mouth
and then said, "Now be a good boy, won't you, and
get me a towel, I'm hungry."
Dee had pulled a form-fitting long sleeve tee
shirt over her head and put some clean white
panties on. She combed through her wet hair until
it hung long and dark, framing her face. She
touched her lips with a deep red lipstick and
pronounced herself ready for breakfast.
Brian was sitting in his sweats at the kitchen
counter, sipping a cup of the coffee he had just
made. He looked up as Dee came in through the
doorway. His little sister made quite a vision in
the morning light.
"Hey, you got an apron, Bri? I'm gonna make us
some food. I'm ravenous. Wonder why?" She smiled a
wicked smile.
"Yeah, in the tall cabinet next to the
refrigerator."
She grabbed it and tied it around her waist. She
opened the refrigerator, and saw exactly what she
had seen the night before. Not much.
"Damn, Brian, I forgot, you don't have a thing in
here. Is there a store near?"
"Yeah, there is a small grocery on the corner, but
. ."
"No buts, big brother, just hike down there and
get a pound, no make that two pounds of bacon and
a quart of milk and some Bisquick. I'll make us
some pancakes. Now, hustle, before I pass away
before your eyes." She put her hands on her hips
and dared him to defy her. Brian laughed, but then
he threw on his Nikes and went out the door.
Dee poured herself a cup of coffee, lit a
cigarette and walked into the living room. She
pulled her portable phone from her bag. She needed
to make a call. It was best to do it now, while
Brian was gone.
She sat down on the padded window bench and pulled
her knees up to her chest. She punched in the
numbers and then took a drag and looked out the
window while it rang.
When the answer came, Dee said, "Hi, it's me. I'm
here."
She listened and then said, "That sounds great.
What time?"
She listened again and then, "Oh, that's perfect.
I'll see you then, I can hardly wait." She pushed
the off button and returned the phone to her bag.
She looked back out the window at the streaming
city traffic below. She sipped her coffee, pulled
on the cigarette and smiled.
Brian returned minutes later, carrying a plastic
grocery bag. He pulled a bottle of maple syrup
from the bag. "Good thing I thought of this, or we
would have had some dry pancakes!" He dumped it
onto the counter and Deanna went to work.
"Can I help?" Brian asked.
"You did enough for me already this morning, don't
you think?" She gave him a mischievous grin,
arching her eyebrows.
"Yeah, well, you didn't do so bad yourself, I'm
surprised you're hungry" he laughed.
"Yeah right, but nevertheless, I'm making
breakfast, so sit down and watch," she said as she
turned her back to him.
Brian marveled at the sight of her perfectly toned
ass and leg muscles. "No problem," he said. 15
minutes later, they were both finishing the stacks
of cakes and the full pound of bacon Dee had
fried.
"God, I love bacon. Remember when we were kids and
all we ever wanted was bacon sandwiches, Bri?"
"Yup, I remember. I guess it's not really that
good for you, but it sure tastes great."
"Well, my dear brother, there are lots of things
people say are not good for you. And you know
what? That just makes me want them more."
Brian understood that Dee was referring to more
than just food.
Dee cleared the dishes into the sink. She took
Brian by the hand and led him into the living
room. She hopped up on the window seat again and
patted the other end, for Brian to sit. He did,
and she said, "Okay, Brian, last night I talked,
but I didn't give you a chance. It's your turn, so
tell me all that you're thinking."
"Boy," he sighed, "that's a lot. Okay, well let's
see. First, Dee, what are you doing here. I mean,
here in New York? Don't you have to be at your job
in LA?"
"Oh that, well, I had to come out her to meet with
a potential client. I knew I was going to come to
you that first night, but I didn't want to tell
you I was coming to town, so I just showed up.
After the way you left that night, I wasn't sure
how you would react. I knew you would need some
time to think, so I got a hotel room. I did some
business the next couple of days, and then I came
here. Matter of fact, I'm meeting my client again
for dinner on Monday night. In the meantime, we
have the rest of the weekend together." She
reached out and touched the inside of his forearm,
rubbing her fingertips gently up and down. "So,
now, Brian, tell me. Tell me all."
"I don't know, I guess it started long before that
night on your eighteenth birthday. After Mom died,
I just felt like I needed to take care of you. You
know Dad tried, but he wasn't much help, being
gone all the time and all."
Deanna nodded but said nothing.
"And somewhere along the line, I suppose it was
when you started to mature, maybe about 13, or so,
you know, I was feeling the pressures all guys get
when they are sixteen. And I was doing some things
with some girls, you know heavy petting, that sort
of thing."
"And maybe an occasional blowjob," chimed in Dee
with a glint in her eye.
"Well, maybe occasionally, but mostly just kissing
and touching, and a lot of beating off by myself.
But then, I remember, one night, I was walking
down the hall, past the bathroom, and the door was
cracked open about an inch, and you must have just
gotten out of the shower, 'cause you were
completely naked. And you were just kind of
looking at yourself in that full-length mirror we
had in there. And you were sort of spinning and
posing, kind of like a model. And the way you
moved and the way you looked, I couldn't take my
eyes off you, even though I knew it was wrong.
But, god, you were just starting to get hair on
your pussy and your little tits were just
sprouting, but I remember, I watched as you rubbed
your nipples and they got real long. I couldn't
stand it, so I went back to my room, locked the
door and masturbated, thinking of my little
sister. I'm telling you Dee, I must have shot cum
5 feet in the air, I came so hard. Afterward I
felt so guilty, spying on you like that, not to
mention having those thoughts about my sister."
Brian raised his head and looked at Deanna.
"Hey, listen, Brian, did it ever occur to you that
I always locked the bathroom door, when I took a
shower. I wasn't gonna let you or Dad just walk in
on me. So why do you think it happened to be
cracked open that night?"
"You mean you knew?"
"Yes, of course I knew. I was showing myself off
and I knew Dad wasn't home and I hoped you would
walk by. But, I didn't know you jacked off over
me!"
"Well, I did. And it seemed from then on, whenever
I beat myself off, it was you I was thinking
about. I don't remember ever seeing you completely
naked like that again, until that night. But each
year as you got older, and filled out more, it
just made my dick hurt more, and my conscience.
Some of the bikinis you would wear to the beach,
made my heart pound. Unbelievable."
"But you never said or did anything," said Dee, "I
figured after I showed myself off to you, that you
would say something, but you never did, so I
thought maybe you just were not interested in your
sister that way."
"Oh, I was interested, all right. I watched you
all the time, until I went away to college. I just
didn't know how to handle it. I thought I might
wreck you, or our relationship, or our family. So,
I just kept the thoughts to myself. When I was at
school, I spent most of the time working on my
degree. You know about most of the girls I went
with. I had sex with some of them, but nothing
ever very serious emotionally for me. And in the
back of my mind there was always you. And each
time I came home from school on break, it seemed
that you got more beautiful, more mature and well,
more sexy."
Deanna smiled.
"And then that night. That night, when I found you
on the porch, passed out, well, I guess all those
years of wondering just got to me. When I took
your clothes off and looked at you, well, I wanted
to stop, I knew I should, but there was no way. It
was like ten years of frustration watching you,
made its way up from me. And when I came, it
wasn't a relief; it was more like a punishment. I
remember thinking, . .well, you know what I was
thinking. But then the next morning, when you
acted like nothing had happened, I felt relief
that at least I hadn't screwed you up too."
"Of course you didn't Bri. Like I said in the
letter, I knew. I wanted it to happen; I just
didn't know quite how to let you know. Anyway,
here we are now. So lets enjoy each other without
the guilt put on us by someone else. I love my
brother. So what, nothing wrong with that, is
there? And I like to give him pleasure. That's
okay too, isn't it? And now we know he likes to
give me pleasure as well. So what's the problem?
Fuck society and its rules. I hate rules."
With that, Dee grabbed Brian by the neck and
pulled him onto the carpet. He was on his back,
she on top of him, full length. She started
tenderly kissing his face, his eyes, his neck. It
was not the same urgency as the night before, but
she could feel the reaction growing in his
sweatpants.
"I love you, Brian. Always have."
"I love you too, Dee."
Deanna rolled off Brian onto the floor next to
him. As they both stared at the ceiling, feeling
full of pancakes and thinking about what had just
been said, Dee placed her hand on Brian's groin.
She lightly massaged his cock.
"Seems like you just can't get enough of me, huh
Bri?" She removed her hand, "Well keep that
thought. Right now, it feels so good lying here in
the sun; I think I'll take a nap. After that, I
have some things I want to show you. Okay?"
Brian turned his head toward her, but her eyes
were already closing and she was curling up
against him, her perfect ass pushing into his hip.
Brian rolled her way and fitted his body to hers,
his subsiding erection fitting nicely into the
curvaceous backside. He closed his eyes and soon
they were both asleep.
(To be continued)
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