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A Midnight Woman Ch. 7
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 that…nothing. 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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