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 Title: In Love with Lori Ch.  01
Summary: Tragedy brings David home, to find his sister waiting...
Keywords: inc,fic
   My father died in the summer of 1992.  I was five at the time, and could
not understand what had happened; no-one explained what had happened, I had
no brothers or sisters, and mother was like a dead thing herself, almost
sleep-walking; father's friend Charlie, an American pilot at Greenham
Common, was constantly at the house, and he and mother would sit, silently,
staring at each other, while I sat and wondered what had happened, and why,
and what happened next.
   Father and Charlie were the best of friends; Father was a surgeon at a
hospital in Oxford, Charlie a pilot, each apparently had nothing in common
with the other, but they spent all their spare time together, tuning their
motorbikes, tinkering with father's collection of old cars, or just sitting
and smoking together over a bottle of beer.  Charlie was almost a constant
feature in the house; if father was delayed at the hospital for any reason,
mother would send Charlie on errands, or make him take her shopping, or
paint the garage wall, whatever; having Charlie around was almost like
having father there, he and father liked the same music, the same kind of
films, they even smoked the same brand of cigarette.
   But something was wrong with my father.
   Charlie and father stopped playing with their cars and motorbikes, and
spent more time huddled together, playing swing and jazz records and
talking in low voices, father covered in a blanket, looking thinner,
smiling less, not smoking.
   Charlie became the main support for the family.  When he was over, he
stayed in the guest bedroom, dropped me off and collected me from school
while mother and father stayed in their room,; he cooked me meals, played
with me, read to me, watched TV with me, and kept me from disturbing my
parents.  Other things were happening as well, things I couldn't
understand; mother and Charlie talking together softly in the kitchen,
stopping when I walked in, hugging each other in front of the TV at night
when they thought I was asleep, and then something really strange,
something that made no sense at all.
   It was a Sunday afternoon, I had been playing outside, and eventually
wandered into the house to ask my mother if I could have a cold drink, but
she was nowhere to be found.  I heard a strange rhythmic gasping sound from
upstairs, from my parents' room.  I went upstairs, following the strange
sounds, curiosity leading me on, to my parents' bedroom, and the door was
standing ajar.  When I looked inside, I saw something that puzzled me,
because it made no sense to my five year-old brain.
   My mother was spread-eagled, naked and face-down on the bed, with a
couple of pillows under her midriff, and Charlie was lying on top of her. I
was completely baffled as to what they were doing, she was panting and
repeating his name, and he was groaning.  I watched, dumbstruck, trying to
work out what they were doing, then turned to leave, feeling strange,
disquieted even, a little ashamed that I'd seen something 'grown-up',
something I wasn't supposed to see, even though it made no sense to me,
like I was spying on them or something, and it was then I saw my father
sitting in the armchair by the window, with a blanket over him, smiling
gently at the two of them.
   A few days later, father was taken to hospital.  Mother told me he was
going to stay there until he got better, and that everything would soon be
better.  Charlie still used to come to our house nearly every day, watching
TV with me and helping mother with dinner, having strange non-conversations
with mother, their mouths saying one thing, but their eyes meaning
something else.  It was a very confusing time for me; I was trying to work
out what was happening with my family, and now father was gone, and Charlie
was there virtually all the time, all evening.  I would be packed off to
bed, mother or Charlie reading to me until I fell asleep, but sometimes,
during the night I would hear moaning and panting, groaning and strange,
wet sounds coming from my parents' bedroom, and Charlie would be there
again at breakfast.
   Father died soon after he went into hospital, and mother explained that
he had asked Charlie, to look after us, and that he would be living with us
from now on.
   All I knew for certain was that it felt strange, seeing him every day
without my father sitting and talking with him, or the two of them smoking
together in the garden, or letting me help when they tinkered about with
their motorcycles.  I missed Charlie saying to me "Davey-boy, when you get
old enough, we'll get you a hog of your own!" which always made my father
chuckle, before swinging me onto the seat of his own motorbike, letting me
twist things and push buttons, pretending I was piloting my own big bike,
just like him.
   Then one day, mother took me to the zoo in London; it was a big day for
me, and I spent the whole day running from enclosure to cage to enclosure
again, thrilled to see the elephants, and chimpanzee, rhino's, lions; all
the big beasts I had seen in the picture books at home, and now they were
real!
   After a while, mother sat me down, telling me she wanted to talk to me,
about her and Charlie, and me.  She told me that she and Charlie were
getting married, that they had all talked it over before father died, and
that Charlie would be my new father, if I would let him.  Charlie was a
tall, handsome man; an ex-college footballer, tall, square-jawed, and I was
in love with him anyway, so I agreed; for all I knew, getting married was
what grown-ups did all the time, and I really wanted my new dad to be
Charlie.
   They were married a few months after the funeral, me acting as page-boy
at their wedding.  A few weeks later mother announced that she was having a
baby, and that Charlie was being transferred back to America, so we would
all be going with him, as his family.  I was in a haze; America!  Where
there were Cowboys and Indians, and superheroes!
   We settled in Iowa.  Charlie had taken a posting in the Air National
Guard, and life soon settled into a kind of normal for me, going to a new
school, where I was a novelty with my English accent, becoming part of a
new family.  Charlie and mother went to great lengths to make sure I never
felt apart from them, that I was their son, and that they loved me.  They
didn't have to; I had always been comfortable around Charlie; actually, I
knew him a lot better than father, if only because father was working so
often at the hospital, and Charlie was the only other adult male I had any
regular contact with.
   Charlie, too, loved me, and treated me like a son, but also constantly
reinforced my memories of my father, making sure I didn't forget him; there
were photographs of Father and Charlie together all over the house,
drinking together at a country pub, posing beside their motorcycles, or
posing with Mother, father in his favourite leather jacket and Charlie in
his air force uniform, arms draped around each other's shoulders, mother
with her head on my father's other shoulder
   Eventually mother had the baby, a little girl named Loretta, who quickly
became just 'Lori'.  Mother introduced me to my new sister, and I promised
her faithfully that I would always protect my baby sister.  Charlie also
asked mother if he could adopt me as his son, and she talked to me about
it. Because Charlie was mother's husband, and treated me like his own son,
and I loved him dearly, I went along with it, even though I was a little
unsure about giving up my name, all that I had left of my father.
   Life in Iowa was quiet and simple.  Charlie eventually left the air
force to work as a pilot for a small airline.  Lori and I grew up as a
typical older brother/little sister duo, until I reached 16.  This was a
watershed year for me.  I had become increasingly restless in Iowa.  I
still remembered my life in England, and I was beginning to feel alienated
from my family.  This is probably normal in a teenager, but I felt the gulf
between us widening on almost a daily basis.  I was growing away from them,
Iowa was making me feel cramped and hemmed-in, and I could feel the
conviction growing that I had to go back to England, to study in England,
be a doctor, a surgeon like my father.  I had always known I wanted to be a
surgeon, I just couldn't see how to achieve it in Iowa, not with the cost
of medical school being what it was.
   I had tried to broach the subject with mother several times, but she had
brushed me off, refusing to even consider the idea.  Eventually, I had had
enough of stalling and brush-offs, and sat her down, intending to have my
say.
   "Mother," I began, "you and I both know I can't stay here any longer.  I
can't stay, I can't live here, it's...not where I should be."
   Mother looked at me, silently, for a long, uncomfortable moment, before
replying.
   "Where are you planning on going, David?" she asked me, using my given
name, always a bad sign.  I took a deep breath.
   "I want to attend medical school in England, and qualify like father
did. Please let me do this, it was always what I wanted to do, you know
that, you always have."
   Again mother gave me that long look, so I plunged on.
   "To attend medical school, I need to pass my A-Levels, and the only
place I can do that is in a secondary school or 6th Form college.  If you
let me go, all I ask is that you give me enough money to live in a hostel
until I pass my A-Levels, then I qualify for the Student Loan programme,
and you'll have no more expenses on that score.  You know we can't afford
medical school here, this is the only way I think I can become a doctor; I
just want to be like my father, this is how I can do."
   I paused, waiting for a response, anything from her.  At last she spoke.
   "At least you've thought about how you're going to support yourself. 
Are you certain this is how you want to go forward?  Because I know Charlie
is going to want to talk to you about this as well, you need to convince
him as well.  I think you're being foolish, you have time, and you have us,
your family."
   "I knew you'd say that, thanks for the support!" I snorted.  I didn't
mean to sound so abrupt, so rude, but that's how it came out.  Mother's
lips tightened into a thin line, and she got up and left the room.  I was
just saying to myself "nice going, well done, that went well" when she
stalked back into the room, and threw a thick folder on the table between
us.
   "I think you should read this before you make any rash decisions,
David." she stated, and watched as I opened the folder and thumbed through
the thick sheaf of papers inside.
   "Mid-Carib Equity...Trust & Fidelity Investments...Windward Island
Equity Management...Mother, what are all these papers?  Who are these
people, and why should I read through this, what does it mean?" I asked
her, completely at sea.
   "Those are the trust and investment accounts you father set up for you
when you were born," she replied, "it's your trust fund, it matures on your
18th birthday, so you see, when the time comes, you'll have all the money
you need to study medicine here, near your family."
   But I wanted to study in England, not here.
   Mother looked at me, already aware of my answer, and leaned back, away
from me, her body language showing avoidance, anger, distance.
   "Very well, I will contact your trustees and discuss with them your
request that they provide you with the means to attend a good boarding
school, to at least give you a chance to prep for the A-Level
examinations."
   She stood up and left the room, stiff and angry.
   Now I had to talk to Charlie, a prospect I was not relishing; not
because I was scared of him, but because I loved and respected him, and I
knew my request would hurt him.
   As it turned out, Charlie came looking for me.  I trailed him into the
den, more than a little apprehensively.  He waved me into a chair, and
looked gravely at me.
   "So Davey, your mom's upstairs crying; she told me what happened, what's
been going on.  Do you want to tell me your side of it?"
   I walked through the conversation I'd had with mother, giving all my
reasons, my feelings of being lost, displaced, here in Iowa, my need to
follow after my father, Charlie nodding as I spoke, seeming to understand.
At last he spoke.
   "DD, now that you know about your trust, that you'll have all the money
you'll ever need once you hit 18, does that make a difference to you, or do
you still want to go back to England?  This is your home, you know that. 
When your mom lost your father, all she had left of him was you, now you
want to go as well.  This is tearing her up, but she's still willing to let
you go.  She can see your daddy in you, all over you, just like I can, and
I promised I'd look after you.  So if that means I have to let you go, well
okay.  All I want is your word you'll come back one day."
   I promised Charlie faithfully that I would, as soon as I qualified, if I
got that far.  There was just one last thing, and it was a big deal, for me
as well as mother and Charlie.
   "Charlie, there was one more thing, and it's a big ask." He cocked an
eyebrow at me, waiting for me to go on.
   "I want to go back to my own name; I want to be David Denham again.  I
don't mean to throw anything back at you, but I so very much want to
qualify under my own name....." I trailed off as I realised Charlie was
smiling.
   "Davey, you always were David Denham.  Your name was never changed when
I adopted you; we just registered you under my name in the school system so
there'd be no complications if I had to pick you up or take you to the ER
or anything like that.  I promised your daddy I'd look after you, not steal
your name away.  I loved your daddy like a brother, closer than a brother,
and I wanted to keep his boy safe, and keep his name alive a little longer.
So, you're not hurting me if you call yourself by your name, it's your
daddy's name too, and I'm proud for you to keep it.  So you go, you go be a
doctor, like your daddy, just remember where your home is.  Now I got to
see your mom, I think she needs me.  You come and see her in a while, OK? I
think you got some apologising to do, and a couple of fences to mend."
   With that he left the room, squeezing my shoulder just once, and
ruffling my hair as he passed, his only physical expressions of affection.
   Three weeks later, I was waiting for my flight to be called at Des
Moines Airport, all four of us, Charlie, Mother, Lori and me, standing in
silence.  Enough had been said already, and I was going anyway, because I
wanted to, leaving my family behind, because I thought I needed to.  Lori
was avoiding me, her face streaked with angry tears, mother stiff,
unbending, anger in every line of her body, Charlie silent, probably tired
of being the peacemaker.
   The silence was becoming oppressive, and finally, to my relief, I heard
my flight being called.  I trudged to the departure gate, even now
wondering if I was doing the right thing, but still convinced that Iowa was
not the place for me, and so I barely registered when someone called my
name and again.  I heard running footsteps behind me, and as I turned,
Mother ran full tilt into me, nearly knocking me over, hugging me, crying,
telling me to behave, telling me to call, clinging on to me.
   I looked back over her shoulder, Charlie had his back to me, his
shoulders shaking, and little Lori was glaring daggers at me, her eyes like
little blue coals, hot anger burning in them.  Eventually I managed to
disengage mother, my flight was boarding, and walked through the gates.
   I soon settled into boarding-school life.  My fees were paid on the nail
by my trustees, and very soon the scholastic life engulfed me.  I would
spend coach-weekends with one or other of my friends, Christmas, Easter and
summer holidays with those same friends and their families, usually
studying to catch up with the rest of my classmates, who had spent their
entire lives in the British school system, working feverishly to pass my
A-Level examinations.  I would call mother religiously every Sunday
evening, tell her about my week, ask about Lori, and have few words with
Charlie, who never failed ask if I needed anything, and when was I going to
come home and see them, and to tell me he loved me.  I always promised him
I would come home as soon as I could, time and studies permitting.  I never
managed it; there was always too much to do, and never enough hours in the
day to do it all.
   Eventually I was accepted at one of the major teaching hospitals in
London, and worked steadily towards my medical goals; I wanted to be a
Cardio-Thoracic surgeon like my father, and gradually worked my way through
the clinical, medical and surgical phases of my training.  I was in the
middle of my surgical rotation when I got a terse call from Lori;
   "Davey, Dad died this morning, you need to come home, now, Mom is in
pieces, and I don't know what to do".  She hung up, and I stood numbly, all
the promises I had made to Charlie now less than worthless; he had gone,
and I had lost another father.
   I got the first available flight home, and there was Lori, waiting for
me at Des Moines, but not the Lori I remembered; when I left she was a
gangly 11-year old, 8 years later she was a full-blown stunner, a regular
pin-up girl.  Gone were the scrunchies, straggly black hair and dowdy
tracksuit/sneaker combinations she seemed to live in, now she was wearing
skin-tight black leather jeans, accentuating her superb rump, silver-tipped
patent cowboy boots with silver heels, and a low-cut top outlining her
killer breasts, probably a 36B cup, full, firm and enticingly feminine;
nothing flat-chested or boyish about my kid sister, that was for sure! 
With her long glossy black curls tumbled over her shoulder, setting off her
cornflower-blue eyes, she looked like a vision, a total head-turner, and
not just to me, judging by the stares of the other men walking through the
Arrivals Lounge.  In so many ways, she was a snapshot of how mother must
have looked 30 years ago.  I just stood there, mouth agape, dazzled by my
baby sister.
   "Seen enough yet?  Close your mouth, David, you're causing a draught."
was her acerbic comment, her deep blue eyes glittering like arctic stars,
sharp, brilliant, and cold.  That was enough to jerk me back to my senses,
and hold out my arms to hug her in commiseration and mutual loss.  As I
hugged her, I realised how much I had missed my little sister.  But, she
had called me "David", not 'Davey', my family and fireside name, and she
had been stiff and unyielding when I hugged her.
   "She's still angry with me" I thought, apprehensively.
   Lori led me out to Charlie's old Saturn, with 'Ouch' still painted on
the ding on the rear bumper, another powerful reminder of our loss, and all
I managed was some inane comment about the old bus still going strong,
which Lori pointedly ignored.
   On the way back to the house Lori and I talked in a desultory manner
about Charlie, I reminisced about his patient coaching of me when I played
Little League, teaching me to slide in for a base, the way he took pains to
make sure I remembered as much as possible about my father, his fund of
really funny clean jokes, his fondness for terrible puns, and his complete
inability to cook even a frozen meal without burning it.  Mother used to
ask him how he could possibly fly and land a multi-million-dollar fighter
jet with one hand, and yet be incapable of understanding a simple stove. 
We went on in this vein for a while, exchanging happy memories about good
times, and then Lori dropped the bombshell.
   "Davey, there's more, I couldn't tell you over the phone, I don't know
how to tell you now, but here goes.  Mom had a malignant tumour removed
from her liver two years ago.  She had the chemo, and it looked like it was
gone, she came up all-clear just a few months ago.  The cancer's back, it's
spread, and she has tumours on her lungs, her liver, and her kidneys; it's
bad, and she's pretty far gone.  I'm sorry, she wouldn't let me tell you,
she didn't want to disrupt your studies, and she knew what being a doctor
meant to you.  Dad waited for you to come home, he lived for the day you'd
come home, he missed you so, now it's too late, it's too late for
everything, why did you have to go away, why did you stay away so long, we
needed you..."
   She had started crying while she was telling me, and her driving was
getting erratic, so I asked her to pull it over, while a knot of cold fear
and hot shame and guilt built up in my stomach.  Charlie, now mother, God,
how do we get through this?
   I took the wheel of the Saturn and drove back to the old place on full
auto-pilot, parked the car and ran inside to my mother.  She looked
shockingly old, thin and drawn, and one look at her told me she was nearly
done; I had seen it too many times before to not recognise the signs.  I
lost it at that point, the years I had been away a huge gulf between us,
time and togetherness I would never recapture, and no time left to try and
make it up to her...
   The guilt tore at me as I realised Lori was right; she'd been right, I
should never have gone away, now it was too late...
   After the tears, mother said she had some plans for all of us, and gave
us the gist of it.  She and Charlie had planned to retire to Maine, we had
holidayed there in the past, and it reminded her so much of the coastal
woodlands and fields around where she had grown up, outside Barnstaple in
Devon.  She wanted to sell up and go there, see and smell the sea one last
time.  I agreed, of course, what else was I going to do?
   We held the funeral the following week.  Charlie's remains were cremated
and scattered over the gently rolling hills by one of his air force
friends, from the cockpit of an old Curtiss biplane, just as he'd wanted.
   I had located and purchased through an agent a nice house just outside
Bar Harbor, Maine, with superb views of the majestic coastline for mother
to enjoy.  The cost wasn't an issue, as my trust-fund had yielded an
amazing amount of money, enough to keep us all in comfort for the rest of
my life, plus I had made additional financial arrangements to care for my
family, as if I had known, even then, that they would need me someday.  It
still tore at me, though, that I had left them behind to start a new life,
but they had never let me go...
   I guess the stress of the funeral, and the upheaval and prospect of
moving to Maine was too much for her, because mother passed-away in her
sleep two days after the funeral.
   Now we had to organise another funeral.  Lori was nearly out of her mind
with grief, and I was too paralysed with guilt to function rationally, but
we somehow stumbled through the whole circus all over again, then I was
left with the problem of what to do next.
   I contemplated taking Lori back to London with me, but she flatly
refused, instead she insisted we make a clean break from Iowa, as had been
originally planned, get rid of the old place, and move to the house in
Maine, at least for now.  Lori wouldn't live in the family house anymore;
there were just too many associations with mother and Charlie.
   It seemed a logical move, so we left instructions with a realtor to
dispose of the house, and upped-stakes and moved to Bar Harbor, and got
down to getting to know each other all over again.
   At first it was strange, just the two of us, but we adjusted; I did most
of the cooking, shopping and cleaning; Lori was too listlessly uninterested
in anything, and had taken to sitting silently, draped in bathrobes and
sweatpants, in mother's old green recliner, feet tucked under, only
shuffling in to meals when I called her, and then retreating to her room,
to cry, I supposed.
   I would hear her sobbing at night, but I hadn't the courage to go and
comfort her; what would I say, without sounding like a complete hypocrite?
My own guilt kept me from even making the attempt, though I spent more than
a few evenings sitting by myself looking through old family pictures and
snuffling.
   And so it went on, the silences growing louder and more oppressive, the
gulf between us widening with every passing day.  The house had an almost
palpable air of gloom and sadness, our loss hanging in the air, unspoken,
heavy, and stifling.
   Gradually, though, slowly, Lori began to re-emerge, to talk to me about
Charlie and Mother, their life without me being there (but not digging at
me for leaving), High School and Community College, but thankfully she
didn't reproach me any further, at least not verbally; I think she knew how
guilty I was feeling, and she was too sweet- natured to belabour the point,
but I would occasionally catch her looking at me reproachfully, and then
look away.  But she had said her piece, on the way back from the airport,
so that was the end of it.
   But she was still hurting, and sometimes the least thing, one of
mother's hair barrette's falling out of a box, or finding one of Charlie's
old combs in a drawer, would set her off into a fit of the blues, and she
would end up back in that recliner chair, sobbing.  I would leave her
there, incapable of comforting her, and too guilty to try.
   I had tried to apply subtle pressure on her to find some interests, or
to perhaps go to college in New York or California; I could afford her
tuition, and fully support her while she studied, but she said she would
rather find a local job; the academic life was not for her.  It was her
decision, but at least she would always have me if things got desperate,
and she would have this house, I had made sure of that.
   Eventually, she began to come further out of her shell, smile briefly at
some of the things I would say to try and cheer her up, at my 'English' way
of expressing myself, and to pick up her life and take an interest in
things again.  She stopped moping around in slippers and old bathrobes, and
I even saw her one evening wearing jeans and a plaid shirt instead of her
usual black sweats.
   I had brought my laptop, and would work in the evenings, writing up or
commenting on the case notes the departmental secretary would email me, and
sometimes Lori would sit and watch me work, very occasionally bringing me a
coffee, and slowly re-connecting with me, as I was trying so hard to do
with her.  She would read some of the notes over my shoulder, and ask
questions about the surgeries I had performed, sharp, intelligent,
insightful questions, and talk with me about how much I loved it, her
lively natural curiosity slowly returning.
   Finally, one fateful evening, while we were watching TV and having a
maudlin conversation about Charlie and Mother's favourite TV programmes,
she grimaced and threw the remote onto the chair.
   "OK, fuck this moping around indoors, we need to go out, let's go get
shit-faced, I'm ready to cause trouble!" she blurted out.
   I had guessed she'd had something on her mind; all day she had been
looking at me enigmatically, and would start to say something, then break
off and go quiet again.  I would ask her "What's up Lori?" and get a
mumbled "Nothing...."
   I could tell that something had been on her mind for a couple of days
now, and several times I had caught her looking at me speculatively, but
this sudden impulsive decision to cut loose was unexpected, to say the
least.  As a doctor, however, I felt it was probably healthier than the
overwhelming darkness and gloom of late, so I agreed, and we decided to
find a local bar, get some drinks, do some dancing, and celebrate Mother
and Charlie's lives a little.
   Lori ducked upstairs to get changed while I went looking for some shoes
and the car keys, and when I came back into the room, a vision stood before
me.  She had changed into a white, clinging jersey mini-dress with a high
neckline, but plunging almost to the floor at the back, and a hem-line that
only just covered the curve of her buttocks, and topped-off with 5-inch
heels and smoky eye-shadow.
   "You like?" she asked, pirouetting like a dancer.  "Er....wow", was all
I could say, especially as I could see every curve and outline of her
wonderful body, which led me to conclude that she had 'gone commando' as
the phrase puts it.
   "You do know where you are, don't you?" I asked, "The local constable
will probably arrest you for being indecently dressed if he sees you in
that get-up, not to say giving the Boston expatriates a heart attack!" I
said, adding "besides, you look absolutely naked under that thing", to
which Lori gave me a sly grin and slid the skirt up.
   Holy Christ, she was naked...
   "Lori, what in the name of all fuckery do you think you're doing, you'll
get arrested!" I gasped, shocked that my (not so little) little sister was
showing me 'the goods', (and turning-up the heat under me as well, if I'm
completely honest!)
   "Fuck it, I'm a party girl out on the town, what can they do to me?" she
flipped back at me, and cheekily thrust out her bottom to display her
magnificent backside even more prominently.  She really was her mother's
daughter, I realized, as hazy memories of seeing my mother being fucked
hard suddenly gelled into full remembrance.
   "Oh, I don't know, get raped in some bar, get banged-up on a
prostitution charge, or worse!" I replied.
   "I like the getting banged-up bit, you English have such apt expressions
sometimes!" she threw back at me with a louche, wicked grin.  "Anyway, do
you like what you see?" she asked, once again pulling her skirt up to her
waist and turning a complete circle once again.  She looked like she had
just stepped off the set of a porn movie, and by now I was struggling to
manage an increasingly unruly erection, sister or not!
   "Lori, stop it, get something a little more decent on, for Chrissake!" I
managed to choke out, older-brother protectiveness finally losing out to
increasing horniness, enjoying the sight of her magnificent globular
buttocks jiggling slightly with every movement, and the equally alluring
sight of her recently waxed pudenda, the lips innocent of a single hair or
blemish.  She grinned at me again, her eyes travelling to my groin, where I
knew my arousal was plain to her, even from across the room
   "You were checking me out at Des Moines International, you're a blonde,
and as I have a thing for blonde men, you can have a good look for free; in
fact, now you've seen the rest, you can see the best!"
   With that, she whipped her mini-dress over her head and turned to face
me, arms crossed behind her head.  My eyes were riveted on the most
magnificent pair of jutting breasts, crowned with coral-pink nipples and
areolae, and compounded by her tiny waist, which made them seem much larger
than they were, which was saying something, believe me!  Her pose had the
effect of thrusting those beauties out even further, and with her glorious
buttocks thrust out and her flat stomach rounding down to the mystery
between her legs, she looked like every man's perfect porn fantasy, mine
included!
   "I've got a pair of .38's, and by the look of your pants, you've got a
real gun in there, you gonna prove me wrong?  Fair's fair, I showed you
mine, you have to show me yours!" she ginned at me.
   "Come on Davey, I need some fun, and you need to unload, why not combine
the two, fun and unloading, maybe all over my face?"
   I was rendered absolutely speechless by her cheerful lack of inhibition,
but also ready to take her up on her offer.  But, a small insistent part of
my brain kept repeating 'This is your sister, this is your sister, this is
your sister'.  Another, darker part intruded with 'Half-sister, only
half-sister, go for it!
   With hindsight, it's obvious now that whichever head I was thinking with
at that moment, it almost certainly wasn't the one at the top of my neck...
   "Lori", I spluttered," this is so wrong, you're my sister..."
   "HALF-sister" she countered, emphasising the 'Half-', "and I've been hot
for you since I saw that photo of you in the rowing team when you were 18,
so are you gonna come over here and grab these while they're on offer or
not?  C'mon Doctor Davey, let's play Doctors and Nurses, you can suck on
these, and then I'll suck on yours...  "
   That did it for me, and I moved in, hands outstretched.  Lori arched her
back and thrust her gorgeous breasts into my outspread hands.  Her nipples
were hard as jellybeans, and a pink flush was spreading across her chest,
as I moulded and kneaded those magnificent tits, rubbing her nipples with
my thumbs to make her groan with excitement.
   I pulled her close and turned her sideways on to me, sliding my left
hand down to her excitingly bare pussy, while my right hand drifted down to
the crevice of her buttocks.  I caressed her pussy lips while rubbing my
right index finger up and down her buttock crevice, pausing only when I
brushed across her tight little anus in a slow circling caress.
   "Oh, so you're an ass-man, I might have guessed, most men are.  Did you
know Dad was a dedicated ass-man, and that Mom loved it in her ass?"
   I paused in slight shock at this revelation, as Lori continued.
   "I sometimes used to watch through the door when Dad fucked Mom in the
ass, she was a moaner, and she loved him to fuck her ass hard and dump his
load up her ass!  Sometimes he'd pull out and shoot his stuff all over her
face, then stuff his cock up her pussy and start fucking her again -- man,
he had stamina and staying power, they used to be at it all night, it used
to keep me awake!"
   This revelation caused my cock to stiffen to almost unbearable hardness,
so it came as a blessed relief when I felt her small hands undoing my belt,
unzipping my jeans, and freeing my cock so she could rub and squeeze the
length of it.  All through this I kept up stroking her pussy and feeling-up
her bumhole, gradually sliding some of the dew from her pussy into the
crack of her buttocks and onto her anus, until I was able to slide my
finger into her tight little rear entrance.
   Lori shuddered, and closed her eyes, pulled my head around to kiss me
hard on the lips, and through gritted teeth whispered "Now that you've
joined-in, are you going to follow through?" For answer I inserted another
finger into her tight bum-hole, and slid them both back and forth.
   "You don't have to do that, I have lube, and I've done this before,
believe me", then paused, "but maybe not with something so thick or so long
-- we shall have to try it and see, yes?  Just one more thing; do this
properly, because I need it, and so do you, OK?"
   I nodded mutely and turned her away from me, to lube up her arsehole and
fuck her, the way I now remembered seeing her father fuck my mother so long
ago, but she had other ideas.
   "Oh no you don't, I want to face you when you assfuck me, I want you to
bite my nipples and pull my ass-cheeks apart, I want you to hammer that big
cock of yours into my ass until you hit bottom, and I want to see your eyes
when you come in my ass!"
   Nothing would have given me greater pleasure.  Lori had a truly
magnificent backside, globular buttocks, larger, rounder, and more feminine
than the boyish backsides currently in vogue, opulent, but not excessive.
Taut, firm, and slightly gelid, they quivered slightly with her movements,
with no sag or stretch, and the thought of holding those spectacular globes
was almost too exciting to contemplate, with the added bonus that I could
suck those awesome teats while ramming my cock into her bumhole as hard as
I could.
   Lori squeezed a spurt of lube onto my finger and said "sit, on the
couch, and lube my ass up properly".  I duly obliged, but continued rubbing
her clitoris with my other hand, making her shudder as she goaded me.
   "Go on, you fucker, make me come, rub my pussy juice in my ass as well!"
   I kept rubbing and lubricating, while Lori's hands moved to her breasts
and began to pinch and pull on her nipples.  Suddenly she gasped, her knees
sagged and she would have fallen if I hadn't had half my hand in her bum,
holding her up.
   "That felt good, but that was just a teaser for the main event!" she
smiled at me.  "Now lie down, Davey, I need to do this slowly."
   I lay back, pulling off my tee-shirt and sliding my jeans and briefs
off, and my cock sprang up like a flagpole, achingly ready for this
ravishing creature, my little sister.
   "Mmm, looks like someone needs a fuck" she murmured, straddling me and
rubbing the tip of my cock up and down the crack of her backside.  She
squirted a fingertip of lube on her index finger and rubbed the tip of my
cock, almost making me shoot there and then.  She must have felt the throb,
because she dug her fingernail into my perineum, the sensitive area between
my scrotum and anus, the small sharp pain causing me to instantly back away
from the brink.
   "Oh no you don't, not just yet, I need this full and ready!" she
grinned, squeezing me some more as she rubbed and fondled me.
   With that, she leaned towards me, allowing me to snag her bottom lip
with my teeth in a gentle nip, and whispered into my face "now, pull my ass
cheeks apart, I need your help to get this thing inside of me."
   I happily complied, any chance to get my hands on her magnificent bum
again.  Lori leaned back slowly, gingerly engulfing my cock in her
backside. I felt the resistance as my cock pushed against her sphincter,
listening to her gasp as I slid inexorably into her quivering anus.
   "so big, so big, Oh God, slowly, please..." muttered, and then suddenly,
with almost an audible 'pop', my cock slid into her backside, and her eyes
widened momentarily as my cock slid all the way home.
   "Now you can pump me, lover boy, just go slow, OK?" she gritted at me,
and, happy to comply, I started pulling apart and squeezing together her
bum cheeks while she slid up and down on me.
   Lori started a long, slow rhythm, rising and falling, while I enjoyed
the fantastic sensation of her tight anus clamping hold of my cock and
dragging up and down on it.  I was desperate to come, but I wanted to see
what she was going to do next, so I kept meeting her rhythm while reciting
sections from 'Materia Medica' in my head to divert myself from what I
wanted to do most, which was let go and fill up her bum with my hot spunk.
   All the while, as she was grinding herself up and down on me, Lori kept
pumping and rubbing her clitoris with her left hand, supporting herself
with her right hand in the middle of my chest.  Her breathing became more
ragged as she began to speed-up.
   Her orgasm hit her with pile-driver force, her body quivering and
shuddering, as she groaned out loud, her sphincter clamping around my cock
so tightly it felt like a vice.
   I couldn't hold on any longer as my cock head swelled up to what felt
like impossible size in the tight confines of her anal canal, and I just
started blowing long ropes of spunk into her hot bum, filling her up to the
brim, as I came more strongly than I had ever come in my life - I swear I
felt my eyes bulge with the release of pressure!
   I gasped out "Selective Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitors are a class of
compounds typically used as antidepressants...!" which just popped out as
the tail-end of my efforts to not come before she did.
   Eventually I stopped spraying spunk into her, and Lori slumped onto my
chest, murmuring softly as she grazed on my neck, her body still shuddering
and quivering as aftershocks rocked and trembled through her.  Eventually
she stilled, raising up to lick my chin.
   "So Doctor Man, how do you like my therapy session, then?" she grinned.
   For answer I lifted her head, and kissed her long and passionately,
squeezing and kneading her bum while she slowly rubbed up and down against
me.  After a while, we had to break for air, and Lori leaned up on her
elbows and grinned at me.
   "I've waited 6 years for that, since I was 13 and saw that picture of
you.  It felt so good to finally get you to fuck me, Davey, it was
definitely worth the wait.  What do you want to do now?"
   I lay back, savouring the afterglow, but also feeling guilty that the
girl I had just sodomised was my sister, but as I lay there, admiring her
fabulous figure, with her tumbled black hair, and her swaying breasts as
she loomed over me, I only had one thing on my mind; to fuck her again, as
many times as possible this wonderful night!
   "Let's go find a bedroom, I want to play with you tonight, you
dirty-minded little temptress" I grinned at her, and her eyes lit up with
mischief as she disengaged from my still hard cock, giving a small gasp as
my cock slid out of her, mini orgasms chasing through her body as she
quivered above me.
   As she rose, she tweaked the end of my cock, a naughty grin on her face.
   "So, what the hell was that you just shouted out?"
   I blushed as I grinned back.
   "I was trying to think of something to stop me coming too quickly -- it
was either a medical text or an image of Margaret Thatcher, the Materia
Medica won..."
   I trailed off as she smiled the dirtiest smile I have ever seen grace a
female face.
   "It worries me that you can quote stuff like that off the bat, Davey. 
You have obviously been studying far too hard for far too long, young man,"
she stated seriously, "but Nurse Lori has just the cure for that.  How
about we climb into that nice big bed upstairs and you can fuck the shit
out of me.  You can shove your cock anywhere you like, as many times as you
can manage -- if you want, I'll even dress-up for you, I have some very
sexy, very slutty outfits, you can road test them for me!"
   I wanted!
   I stood up, my cock still at half mast, and grabbed her to me, kissing
her passionately while squeezing her firm buttocks and rubbing my
semi-erect cock against her pussy lips.  Lori kissed me back just as
fiercely, grinding her pudenda against my cock, hoisting it up to somewhere
near full stretch.
   Deep-down, I was still trying to process that the girl I had just
fucked, and was gearing-up to fuck again, was my little sister, but I had
already broken the taboo, so it was a little late to be worrying about
that, but I still felt a residual guilt.  Right now, though, my cock was in
charge, and it knew what it wanted to do!
   Lori broke our kiss to look me in the eyes and say, in all seriousness
"You are OK with this whole situation aren't you, you know, us fucking
together and all?  Because this is not a one-night thing for me -- I've
wanted you since I don't know when, and now I've got you I want this to go
somewhere real, not just become a casual fuck-buddy thing."
   I stared back at her, and realised that, under the sheer animal lust, I
loved her more than I could articulate, and I knew that I wanted her so
hard it hurt, that she was definitely the one for me.  The revelation that
she had wanted me for so long was a bit of an earth-shaker for me, I had
never thought of myself as particularly desirable, and certainly not the
stuff that women's dreams are made of...
   I looked her in her eyes and said "Lori, I want only you, now and for
always.  I want to spend my life with you, I want to wake up next to you
for the rest of my life, and I want to be the only man for you, forever.  A
man like me can only dream of a peach like you, and I never want to let you
go, do you hear me?"
   Her eyes brimmed, and two big tears overflowed and ran down her cheeks
as she grinned at me.
   "You smooth-talking English bastards are all the same, anything to get
in a girl's pants!  You had me the first time you kissed me, you silly ass,
but it's nice to hear you say it!  Now, take me upstairs, I need to
freshen-up for round two!"
   We adjourned upstairs, where I took the opportunity to grab a quick
shower and run a shaver over my face.  I had just finished drying-off when
Lori stepped into the room, fresh from her own ablutions.  She had changed
into a low-cut blouse, figure-hugging leggings, and had piled her hair up
with one errant curl hanging down onto her face.  With her raven hair and
glowing white skin she looked innocent and wholesome, and truly, immensely
fuckable, and I just wanted to grab her, yank her legs apart, and stick my
tongue in her pussy.
   Lori, however, had other ideas; it seemed she was in the mood for a
little teasing, to which end she kept dancing out of reach every time I
made a grab for her, until I managed to connect and drag her close.  Her
mouth was so inviting I had to kiss her, gently and lightly, and she
responded in like manner, our kisses gradually becoming more serious as our
mutual arousal began to make itself felt.
   I slipped my hands to her hips, and felt the outline of panties under
the leggings, which made her giggle.  I looked at her quizzically,
wondering why she'd gone to all the trouble to get dressed again, seeing as
we were up here for only one reason!
   In answer to my raised eyebrow, she smiled sweetly at me.
   "If you want to fuck me, you're gonna have to strip me, Doctor Dearest!"
   Taking her at her word, I tugged at the waist of her leggings, sliding
them down past her buttocks, and she wriggled as she slid them down the
rest of the way, I continued to fondle and jiggle her buttocks, and slid my
finger under the waistband of her panties, preparatory to sliding them off.
   "Why are you wearing panties?" I asked her curiously.
   She looked at me pityingly.
   "Because I know that men like to peel them off slowly, apparently it's a
big turn-on for them.  Is it the same for you?" she asked, giving my
erection a playful tweak.
   "I think we'll have these off" I responded, sliding my hands down the
sides of her panties and pushing them down.
   She was right; I found the act of sliding off her panties extremely
stimulating.  Lori stepped out of her panties and stood before me, wearing
her blouse and high-heels, and stark naked below the waist.
   "Oh Doctor, are you going to give me an examination?" she asked in a
little-girl voice.
   "Oh yes" I replied, "I may have to give you a couple of injections as
well."
   She turned away from me, bent forward slightly, thrusting out her
beautiful rump, and reached behind her to pull her cheeks open, making her
puckered anus gape.
   "Could you do it in there, please, I think I need to have an injection
now, the last one seems to have worn off!"
   I needed no further prompting, and closed in for the kill.  I helped her
pull her top off, and eased her down onto the bed, stroking and rubbing her
pussy, nibbling her erect nipples, and getting her ready for my cock,
because I was going to fuck this beauty rigid tonight!
   Lori lay back, pulling me down with her, into a tight and breathless
embrace, our lips clamped together and tongues entwined.
   "Do me now, I want you to stretch my pussy for me, make this real for
me, Davey, now!" she pleaded, and I was happy to oblige.
   I shuffled on my knees between her smooth pale thighs, and moved forward
to position my cock at her entrance.  I was conscious of the way her
breasts didn't flatten out, but remained firmly pointing skywards as I
gently inched forward.
   "Do it now, Davey" she pleaded, and I slowly but firmly thrust my cock
home.
   She yelped, and locked her arms around my neck, drawing me down to her
lips, as I began a slow, in-out motion, sliding my cock deeper with every
thrust, with Lori meeting me thrust for thrust.  I kept this motion up as
she ground herself against me with every thrust, and I could feel her pulse
racing as she approached orgasm.
   When she came, it was with a power and energy that startled me, her long
legs locking around my waist as she pulled me tight against her, while her
pussy throbbed and rippled around my straining cock, squeezing me
delightfully as orgasm after orgasm raced through her.  When she eventually
fell back, momentarily sated, she kissed me hungrily and blearily asked me
"What about you?"
   "Don't you worry my dear," I said in the same calming tone an
anaesthetist uses to calm worried housewives, "Doctor Davey has an
injection for you to cure you of this temporary attack of nymphomania."
   She looked at me blankly for a second or so, understanding dawning on
her face as she grinned happily.
   "I think I'm ready for my injection now, Doctor!"
   I knew what I wanted to do, rolling her onto her front and plumping two
pillows under her stomach, to raise her rump in the air.  I moved behind
her, to lie back down on top of her, reaching under her to cup and squeeze
her fabulous breasts.  I felt her hand between us, guiding my erection into
her back passage, and for the second time that evening, I slid my cock into
my her willing bumhole.
   I tried to resist the urge to pound away, but the memory of what I had
witnessed when I was a child, now sharply remembered and understood, of my
mother being fucked in this way, took over, and all I wanted to do was
re-enact what I had seen.
   Then it had been my mother and her lover, now it was my turn, with my
mother's daughter, heating me to frenzy as I fulfilled her demand of
earlier in the evening, that I pound her ass until I hit bottom.  I rammed
away as hard as I could, Lori alternately squealing and urging me on as she
orgasmed again and again.  Eventually, the sensations in my cock from her
rippling anus, and the feel of her beautiful firm breasts, was enough to
bring me to climax again, and once again I filled her arse with what felt
like gallons of spunk.
   "Oh God, Davey, that was sensational" she slurred, "you fucked my ass
like a madman, it was fucking amazing, thank you!"
   I rolled onto my side as my cock softened and reluctantly popped out of
her spasming bumhole, kissing her on her ears and neck, and pulling her
close to me.  Lori wriggled around to face me, so I began kissing her
lightly on her lips, nose, and eyelids.
   "I've always wondered what that was," I confessed, "ever since I saw
Charlie do it to mother before my father died."
   Lori looked at me in surprise.  "I knew that my dad was your father's
friend, but I never knew that he and mom were getting it on while your
father was still around," she said.
   "Oh yes," I told her, "when I saw them do that, my father was in the
room, watching, and after father went into hospital, Charlie moved into
mother's bedroom, I used to hear them at night, I suppose they were doing
more of the same.  I think now that father, because he was dying, wanted
his best friend to have his wife, because father knew that Charlie would be
a good husband to her and a good father to me."
   Lori rested her head on my shoulder, her glorious eyes glittering.
   "We did alright with our parents, didn't we?  After all, if your dad
hadn't thrown our mom and my dad together, I wouldn't be here now, banging
the man of my dreams, my handsome big brother!"
   I grabbed her by her buttocks and pulled her close to me, pressing her
glorious breasts against me.
   "And I wouldn't be lying here, with the love of my life, my kid sister,
pumping spunk into all her holes as hard as I could!
   "I haven't had all my holes filled up, at least not yet, you pervert!"
she giggled, "I still have a few treats in store for you!" she smirked,
gently cupping and squeezing my scrotum.
   Even after all our strenuous fucking, my cock was inching up again.  I
was incredulous, this woman was amazing, she was sex personified!  We had
been banging away like a pair of rabid raccoons, and now here I was,
rearing up for another round, definitely a new experience for me!
   Lori winked at me, said "back in a second!" and disappeared into her
room.  A few seconds later she came back in, this time wearing a white
garter belt and white stockings.  "Like it?" she asked, posing for me with
her arms behind her neck, breasts and sculpted rear end thrust out, glossy
black curls cascading down her back, pouting a kiss at me, looking for all
the world like a 50's pin-up centrefold .
   "Oh God yes, come here!" I responded.
   "Uh-uh, first things first!" she grinned, wiping my cock down with an
antiseptic wipe, squeezing me even as she cleaned me down, making sure I
stayed interested; as though I could be anything but straining at the leash
with that vision of hotness hovering around me!"
   When she'd finished, Lori climbed onto the bed on all fours, and said to
me with a cheeky grin "Now you get to fill my pussy, are you man enough?"
   I leapt to the challenge, moving behind her to pull her into a kneeling
position, her sculpted hindquarters and slim waist accentuating the flare
of her hips, offering a view guaranteed to tempt a saint into sinning with
gusto and imagination.
   I closed in right behind her, and she reached back and linked her hands
behind my neck, which had the effect of thrusting out her breasts, giving
me a double handful of warm girl-flesh to hold on to.  I eased her knees
apart with my knees, took a firm hold, and managed to hit her pussy dead on
first time, with no fumbling around.
   Lori gasped at my rapid entry, and let go of my neck to grab hold of the
bed head.  I kept a firm hold of her incredible breasts, to give me enough
leverage to keep thrusting as hard as I could.  I was extremely stimulated
by this position, as I had a perfect view of my cock powering in and out
between her fabulous buttocks, and her smooth back arched inwards to keep
her breasts jutting out, and the firmness of her breasts in my clutching
hands, her nipples hard as cherry stones.  I couldn't last for long like
this, but I remembered to ask her if she had protection.
   "Don't worry; I've been on the pill for years, so you can top up my tank
if you've got the stuff, Lover Boy!" she gasped back at me.  At that, I
shot my third load into this beautiful girl, and once again I came so hard
it astonished me.  Lori had obviously been having a string of orgasms, and
when I finally withdrew she rolled over, put her arms around my neck, and
clamped her lips on mine.
   "Thank you David, that was amazing, you fuck good for an Englishman!"
she grinned.  "Maybe you should get some sleep now, you're going to need
your rest for later!  However, darling boy, if you do get the urge during
the night, please feel free to just climb on and prod away, I won't mind,
honestly!"
   I grinned happily at her.
   "You are a very rude young woman; I may just take you up on that!"
   It was all bravado, though; for the moment, I was sated.  However, I was
more than happy to have this ravishing creature, my beautiful sexpot
sister, naked and available in my bed, so I kissed her while sliding a
finger into her accommodating anus.
   "If you're going to keep doing that, I'd better keep the lube close by,
just in case" she whispered, squeezing my cock and licking my lips.
   I pulled her close, with her head in the angle of my shoulder and my
arms around her, relaxed, happy, and content for the first time in what
felt like forever.
   I awoke with a definite pleasurable sensation in my groin and cock; a
warm soft suctioning, gentle and urgent.  I opened my eyes fully, to see a
pair of blue eyes twinkling at me, as Lori suckled my cock and gently
squeezed my balls.
   "That's a hell of a wake-up call, you know" I croaked at her, as she
removed her mouth from my now rampant cock and grinned at me.
   "I wanted to do this last night, but you passed-out, Doctor
Sleepy-head", so, as I put your ass to sleep, I am the boss of the
bedroom!"
   "Come here and we'll see who's the boss of the bedroom" I growled, and
she obliged by kneeling upright, giving me the full panoramic viewing
experience of her magnificent body.
   "There's something I want you to do for me" she said, and scooted up the
bed to me, planted a big, soulful kiss on my lips, and turned away from me
to straddle me so she was sitting on my chest, facing my cock
   "You know what I want, off you go, you English horn dog!" she grinned
back over her shoulder, leaning down to resume sucking my cock, presenting
her beautiful backside and pussy for my delectation.
   I needed no further urging, pulling her by her hips into position and
grabbing a double handful of firm, bouncy girl-flesh.  I peered at every
inch of the view before me, taking my time to wonder at the marvelous
scenery, pulling her buttocks apart to examine every crevice and pucker.
   "Get on with it, Davey!" she murmured, gently scraping my cock head with
her a teeth as a playful warning and reminder of what she had in her mouth.
   I grinned to myself and pulled her scenic bum down to face level, to
slowly begin licking and gently rimming her anus.  Lori squealed in delight
as I probed her rosebud further, quivering in time to my tongue-thrusts
into her secret place, and her hand snaked down to start rubbing her
clitoris and penetrating her pussy.
   I licked away happily as she frigged herself, until I could sense her
orgasm building, so I slid my thumb into her damp and slightly looser
bum-hole, and flicked my tongue over her bean-hard clitoris.
   That did it.  Lori clamped hold of my cock with her lips, and sucked
like a madwoman as she came, rasping her tongue over the sensitive slit in
the tip of my cock.  That tipped me over, I couldn't hold back any longer,
and I came like cannon, bucking my hips, my cock pulsing and jerking as I
unloaded jet after jet of hot spunk into her willing mouth, giving her a
Spunk-Shake, extra creamy.
   Again, I astonished myself with how hard I came; I had been sucked-off
before, by some very hot girls, but none as gorgeous as Lori and none of
them had ever had the effect on me that she was having.
   We both came down from the euphoria, Lori slumping down to lay her head
on my groin, while I was content to keep viewing her exquisite, scenic
little pucker and bare pussy.
   Eventually, and far too soon for my liking, she reared up, and looked
back over her shoulder at me, with a satisfied smile, which metamorphosed
into a cheeky grin, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, and her warm
little hand rubbing my still semi-hard cock.
   "So, Stud, what do you want to do now?" she smiled, flicking my cock
lightly with a fingertip, making it plain what SHE wanted to do now!
   "I want to fuck you 'til you scream, you minxy little sexpot!" I smiled
"but first, I want to talk, then I want a shower, then I need some
breakfast; you dragged me into bed last night without letting me have any
dinner, now the inner man is crying out for nourishment.  I definitely feel
the need to feed."
   "So talk, Doctor Man, what's so important that it has to get in the way
of more nookie with a side-order of ass-fucking?"
   I pulled her down beside me on the bed, noting once again how her
spectacular body seemed to fit my image of the ideal woman in every way; my
cock took notice as well, hardening even more as this beautiful naked girl,
the little girl I had grown up with, my sister, wriggled wantonly against
me.  I had to resist mightily the urge to suckle greedily on her nipples
while I groped her sexy body, as I had something hugely important I needed
to say to her.
   "This is important, Lori" I started "not just pillow-talk, this is about
where we go from here."
   Lori looked at me with slight apprehension in her eyes, so I decided to
head that one off before she got the wrong idea.  I slipped both hands
under and cupped her buttocks, dragging her into full-skin-on-skin contact
with me, my cock lying between us.
   "Lori," I began, "I know we are family, but that's immaterial.  What's
happened has happened, and I can't unmake it happen, nor would I ever want
that, not in a million years.  I realised last night that you are more, so
much more than just my half-sister.  I've fallen in love with you, and I
love the feeling.  I lay awake half the night thinking about how I feel
about you, about what you mean to me, and I know there's no-one else for
me. When I came home, I was coming home for the worst reason in the world,
not to fall in love.  You changed all that, in just one night.  Now I know
I can never walk away from you.  I mean to have you and keep you with me
for the rest of my life, as my lover...and my wife, if you'll have me."
   Lori gasped, and grabbed my face to look deep into my eyes.  Whatever
she saw there, she knew it was the pure, unalloyed truth, and her glorious
eyes brimmed over as she slid her arms around my neck, pulling me in tight
for a kiss that lasted forever.
   At last we surfaced, and Lori looked at me with a straight and serious
expression on her face.
   "David Denham," she said, something she only called me when she was
being completely serious, "I want to be everything to you, surely you must
know that, but how can we do that, I'm your sister!"
   "No, half-sister, and yes, we're related, but we have different fathers,
that might make a big difference.  I thought long and hard about this very
issue last night, while you were snoring", I replied; she punched me in the
arm, so I continued, "and I don't really see that there is an issue.  We
have different surnames, we have different parents (well, mostly!), and
we're from different countries, so there's really nothing to connect us. 
I'm already a qualified doctor, trained at one of the world's most
prestigious teaching hospitals, so getting licensed to practice in the
state of Maine should be a doddle.  This house is in your name, so you'll
always have a home and security here, if that's what you want.  I love you,
and I intend to be with you forever, wherever.  I want you to believe that,
because I know I'm in love with you, and I want you to be perfectly happy
every day of your life."
   Lori said nothing, just stared at me with her eyes getting wider as I
laid-out my arguments for staying together.
   "Why did you buy this house in my name?" she eventually asked.  I
reminded her that when I had asked to come to England, she had refused, had
insisted that her place was with her parents.  With both her parents gone,
I was the only family, and I felt it was my duty to make sure she was well
provided for.
   "I couldn't think of a way to persuade you to come with me, as you had
made it clear you wanted to stay here, and yesterday I had decided to stay
here, and practice in Maine, rather than be separated half a world away
from you, my little sister.  The deeds for the house are with my
solicitor's in London, to be certain no-one could ever take it from you. 
As a fallback for you, there's also $500,000 in your name in an account in
a bank in Boston, it's been there since I was 18 and gained control of my
trust-fund, because you're the most important person in my world, and you
always have been; even when you were an annoying, scraggy brat!"
   "David, I want to be your wife, I want to live with you and grow old
together, and most of all I want to make babies with you, which should be a
lot of fun!  I want to go wherever you will be happiest, because if you're
happy, then I'll be happy, plus I think London would be interesting.  I
know I said before that I didn't want to go to England, but that was before
I snared you with my womanly wiles, and I definitely don't want you to quit
your training, not after you've come so far!  I want you to become the
surgeon you want to be, and I only want to be wherever you are, holding you
up when you need it, and holding your hand when it gets tough.  We'll be
fine, trust me.  Your generosity is astonishing, but I can't accept your
money; your father intended that to be used to ease your life."
   "Nonsense" I retorted," it was intended to better my life and I can't
think of a better way of living my life than with you in it.  Just think of
all the fun we'll have spending it!  Maybe on some floozy outfits like
those you promised me!"
   "Thank you, Davey" she replied, "I want to be your own personal floozy,
so you'll have to help me pick out the outfits that make you hot!  Oh, and
one more thing, 'Scraggy Brat', eh?" she grinned as she nipped my scrotum
with the nails on her thumb and forefinger, nearly making me jump out of my
skin, then kissed me again, harder, and whispered in my ear, "Will you
marry me, Doctor Man?"
   "Oh yes" I replied" and now I want to seal the deal before you change
your mind!"
   "Why Doctor Denham, whatever do you mean?" she flirted, giving my
rapidly erecting cock a squeeze and rubbing her thumb over the swelling
end, which was all it needed to jump up to full stretch.
   Lori began nibbling my lips, my tongue, my ears, while simultaneously
sliding her hand up and down my cock.  My hands were busy with their own
exploration of this beautiful young temptress's nubile body, pinching her
nipples, lightly squeezing and moulding her large, jutting breasts,
feeling-up her taut, springy buttocks and tight, puckered anus, and lightly
rubbing her pussy lips and hooded clitoris.
   At last she pulled away from me to lie on her back, invitation in her
eyes, and I accepted, leaning over her to kiss her full lips while I groped
and plundered her pussy.
   "Come here, husband-to-be, and show me how you make babies!" she invited
me in a throaty stage-whisper, and once again, I hovered over her while she
manoeuvred my cock into position.  Once she signalled she was ready, I
pushed myself into her tight pussy in one long, slow glide, watching.  My
cock felt more engorged than ever before, perhaps because I was so
turned-on, and I began the old, old rhythm, with Lori meeting me thrust for
thrust, lifting her pelvis off the bed to meet each thrust.
   I was savouring the whole experience, the sight of her stunning breasts
quivering with each thrust, her the feel of her hands rubbing and clenching
my back, the sheen of sweat on her forehead and between her breasts, the
sight of her biting her lip as her orgasms fluttered through her, when she
suddenly stopped thrusting back at me and clamped her vaginal constrictor
muscles around my cock, stopping me dead in my tracks.
   "Whoa, there, Tex, this ain't no rodeo, slow down, I have a surprise for
you" she said, smiling mischievously at me.  With that she released the
pressure on my cock, causing me to slip out of her, and raised her pelvis
off the bed.
   She took hold of my cock, and, with her midsection raised off the bed,
guided my cock to her pink puckered bum hole.
   "Now, Davey" she urged me, and I didn't need any further encouragement,
as I speared my cock into her tight hole, causing her to groan, and gasp
out "OH MY GOD!"
   As I continued to plow into her backside, she began threshing and
bucking, alternating between gasping "Oh yes, Oh YES!" with "fuck me Davey,
harder, HARDER, oh my God, this is so fucking good!" I loved fucking her
backside this way, I had all the benefits of her tightness, plus I could
bite and lick her nipples, kiss her lips and neck, and watch her eyes as
she orgasmed.  Lori spread her legs wide, lifting them with her hands
behind her knees, enabling me to penetrate her even deeper.
   Alas, I am just a weak and feeble human being, and there's only so much
a man can take.  I had been holding back while orgasm after orgasm chased
through now, now she reached under and grabbed my scrotum, squeezing just
enough to dissolve my self control, and again I blasted my spunk into her
tight, hot anal tube.  Her rapidly contracting and rippling anal canal
milked every drop of spunk from my cock while she let out a scream they
must have heard in Portland, before collapsing under me with her hands
fluttering up and down my back.  I watched as her orgasmic aftershocks
rippled and died away, h breathing eventually slowing and becoming even
again.  At last her eyes fluttered open as she smiled at me.
   "Now I don't know how those country girls do it in England, but THAT is
a good old-fashioned Iowa Ass-Fuck!" she giggled.
   I could only nod in approval, but once I got my strength back, I was
going to applaud.  Then I was going to do it again...
   I slumped down, for the moment, completely sated.
   "NOW may I have some breakfast, you wicked woman?" I teased her, "so far
you've had all the protein today, unfortunately most of it has been
injected up inside your backside.  I am really feeling the need to feed, so
how about helping me get some sustenance, you scandalous little trollop?"
   Lori grinned back "Why Doctor D, I thought you enjoyed fucking naughty
little trollops in the ass, I know you certainly gave me an ass-full this
morning!  How about we make a deal; I make you breakfast, and, when the
inner man is satisfied, we play dress-up so you can jungle-fuck me in
whichever hole you get to first.  Whoever passes out first buys dinner,
OK?"
   "Sounds good to me," I replied, at which she sat up and swung around to
get off the bed.  Even the way she did that made my cock twitch; the sight
of her exquisitely sculpted pneumatic buttocks moulding themselves as she
sat was almost more than mortal man could bear, and I had to revert to more
mental gymnastics to prevent another erection; at this precise moment, I
was in no condition for another strenuous fuck with this gorgeous girl! 
She slipped on one of my shirts and padded from the room to go off and make
breakfast, while I staggered into the shower to try and re-energise for
what was to follow after breakfast.
   All freshened-up and wearing only clean CK's I followed the scent of
bacon crisping and warm pancakes to the breakfast kitchen and Lori.
   "You know what a man likes for breakfast, don't you, Darling Girl" I
commented, sliding my arms around her and giving her boobs a quick rub.
   Lori flashed me a quick grin and a blown kiss.  "I also know what goes
well with breakfast" she retorted, turning to the breakfast table and
leaning on it, sticking out her rump and arching her back, causing her
shirt to slide up to flash her awesome backside at me, reminding me that
she had plans for later.  I decided I had better fortify myself while I had
the chance; it looked like I was in for a long morning!
   We sat and chatted over breakfast like any ordinary couple, lingering
over coffee while the morning brightened up.  It was a summer morning as
they can only manage in Maine, and I found myself wishing I had come back
more often.  Still, I was here now, and I was going to make the most of it.
Lori helped me clear up after we had finished, with just the occasional
playful tweak of my crotch and flash of her nakedness under the shirt, and
I made a fresh pot of coffee.
   We took our coffees into the sitting room, and lounged around for a
while, Lori sitting cross-legged on the sofa, with me posted on the old
rocker recliner chair.  I found myself staring at the juncture of Lori's
legs, barely covered by my shirt, which was much too big for her -- it was
a bespoke shirt, cut to fit me, and I was surprised she had room for her
gorgeous tits in there, although she had wisely refrained from buttoning it
up; the buttons would probably have popped across the room if she taken a
deep breath...
   We continued chatting, about her life while I was gone, life for me at
boarding school, and other small-talk, and as she relaxed, she moved to lie
down on her stomach, resting on her elbows with her hands supporting her
face, and with her feet up in the air behind her, crossed at the ankles. 
She looked furiously sexy in this pose, all the more so because she was
completely unconscious of it.
   It was having an effect on me, though, and eventually Lori raised one
eyebrow and said "I think you've recovered enough, English-boy, let's go, I
feel like some contact sport!"
   I needed no further urging; with the fire in my belly put out, another
one had kindled lower down, and she could plainly see my arousal, so I
headed over to the couch to squeeze and caress my beautiful pin-up girl of
a sister.
   Lori reached up and hooked my neck, pulling me down to her lips, while I
slid my hand up the back of her shirt to run my hand up and down her back,
from the nape of her neck to the top of her buttock crevice.
   She then turned her back on me, and slowly slid her shirt off her
shoulders and down, giving me the maximum amount of viewing time of her
fuck-muffin body.  It would be true to say that at this point that my world
centered on the ache in my groin as my cock limbered-up for another
point-and-shoot session!
   I moved in behind her, placing my hands on her shoulders, kneading
gently.  "Mmmmm," she luxuriated," feels good, you have good hands, Doctor
Man," reaching behind her to slip her hands down my briefs, pushing them
down to free my cock so she could and squeeze it, "and a lovely stiff dick,
what do you plan on doing with it?"
   For answer, I pulled her in close, letting my cock lie in the cleft of
her warm bum-cheeks.  "Oh THAT!" breathed Lori, "you should have said so,
works for me..."
   She leaned forward, resting her forearms on the back of the couch,
sticking-out her lovely rump with an inviting wriggle, a target too
inviting to pass up.  I let my hand drift down and around, to gently caress
her pussy, slowly becoming more insistent, more invasive as I worked my
index finger into her warm wetness.
   "You're a naughty, dirty-minded young man" whispered Lori, "whatever are
you doing to me?  Are you trying to fuck me?  If you do, I'll tell my big
brother, he'll soon settle your nonsense...Ooooh" as I flicked my finger
against her clitoris, making her jump, and causing her buttocks to jiggle
invitingly around my cock.
   She reached behind, to hold her cheeks open, and I guided my raging
erection into her warm wet pussy, sliding my cock in and out, slipping my
hands up to her lovely firm breasts, squeezing, rubbing, pinching her
nipples, making her pant and buck.
   Lori reached behind me to hold on to the back of my neck with her left
hand, to support herself while she frigged away at her pussy with her
right, and the combination of her rubbing and my thrusting soon had her in
the throes of orgasm, the sensations of which, plus my hands clamped around
her mind-blowing breasts and her warm globular buttocks bouncing against my
lower belly, caused me to come again, as forcefully as before, pumping my
man-fat into her as hard as my body could pump, leaving me weak-kneed and
breathless, the blood thundering in my ears.
   "Take me upstairs" she breathed; "I have some outfits I want to show
you", and so, holding hands, we headed back upstairs, Lori deliberately
ahead of me on the stairs so I could watch her phenomenal bare backside
bounce and jiggle as she climbed the stairs.  When we got to the top of the
stairs, she squeezed my still semi-erect cock.
   "Go in the bedroom and wait for me, Davey, I'll be a couple of minutes."
   I went into my bedroom and lay down on the bed, wondering what she was
going to do next.  A few minutes later in she walked, wearing a black PVC
minidress, seamed stockings and stiletto heels, with her hair tumbled over
one shoulder and a black velvet choker.  I nearly came there and then. 
Gone was the playful girl I had just had breakfast with, in her place was
this stunning seductress, a full-on Hollywood vamp, sleek, cool,
overpoweringly sexy.  I made a move to grab her and she shimmied out of
reach.
   "Uh-Uh, naughty, naughty, no touching; Just enjoy the show, the main
event comes later, so lay back and enjoy!" she ordered me.
   There followed, in quick succession, a blizzard of naughty costumes,
beginning with a very suggestive, slutty Candy-Striper, with ponytail and
hair ribbons, a Naughty Secretary with glasses, thigh-split pencil skirt
and sprayed-on white blouse with a black lace bra, very sexy, a demure
schoolgirl with plaid miniskirt and very questionable lingerie, and a
Boardwalk Poseur, in a golden tankini, looking like gold-dipped dental
floss, complete with stilettos, sunhat and Police sunglasses, very
Copacabana Beach!  The last outfit was what did it for me.  Lori posed in a
black, figure-hugging 1940's Veronica Lake-style night-club singer's dress,
with a plunging neckline and the back cut away low enough to reveal just a
hint of her buttock crevice, with both her lumbar dimples plainly visible,
the whole outfit topped off with elbow-length black gloves, costume diamond
rings, and black platform stilettos, with her hair piled high.  She looked
like Jessica Rabbit's debauched brunette sister, an opinion my cock agreed
with, judging by the way it jumped to attention.
   "So, what's the verdict, Hot-shot?" she breathed at me.
   I, of course, was completely bowled over by this look, and could only
grab her and kiss her neck and throat while running my hands up and down
her back and buttocks, squeezing my hands into the cleft of her buttocks to
rub her anal pucker and lift and separate her glorious bum-cheeks.  I could
tell by the warmth and looseness of her backside that she wasn't wearing
any underwear, not even a thong, and this excited me even more.  When I was
a boy, I had adored Carolyn Jones, in her 'Morticia Addams' role in 'The
Addams Family' TV series, the clinging black evening dress with the cutaway
back, and now here was a real-life beauty dressed like that, in my arms,
waiting for me to strip and fuck her.
   Lori gently pushed me away from her, and began a slow, burlesque-style
strip, giving me the maximum exposure of her body as she shrugged herself
out of the slinky dress to stand in front of me spread-legged, her lovely
long legs encased in sheer seamed black hold-up stockings, her platform
shoes making her legs look impossibly long.  She posed like that for a
minute or so, slowly turning to give me a view of her lovely backside.  The
sight of her gloved hands sliding all over her pneumatic buttocks was
almost too much for me.  As the climax to the show, Lori slipped off her
gloves, and, bending forward and arching her back to make her tits and
buttocks protrude, she licked her right index finger and slid it into her
anus, while looking at me over her shoulder, her left hand over her smiling
mouth, like a little girl caught doing something naughty.
   That was it!  All restraint gone, I closed in on her, spinning her round
to kiss her fiercely, sliding my hands up and down her back and buttocks,
to jam my finger into her anus as she had done.  Lori's eyes shot wide
open; she yanked my briefs down, snagging my painfully erect cock before
finally freeing it, and slid to her knees, sliding her lips over my cock
and bobbing her head up and down as she sucked.
   Much as I liked this, I was in the mood for more physical contact, so I
pulled her to her feet and guided her backwards onto the edge of the bed.
Once accomplished, I grabbed her ankles and, in one rapid move, pulled her
legs up and over as far as I could, until her crotch was almost pointing at
the ceiling, her anus stretched open.  Lori guessed what I was up to, and
lay back and stretched her arms out, ready to enjoy the ride.
   Now that I had unrestricted access to her pussy and bumhole, I wasted no
time in lapping at them, tasting her soft juices and sucking at her
clitoris in its little hood.  Lori began to make small mewing noises,
indicating to me that I was doing something right, and I in turn began to
make more serious stabs with my tongue at her exposed woman flesh; the more
I stabbed and lapped, the more she mewed, until I gently scraped her
clitoris with my teeth, which caused her to writhe around on the bed,
whimpering.  I then licked all the way from her clitoris to her anus,
stabbing my tongue into her anus, which was enough to set her off, and when
I rubbed her clitoris with my thumb while sticking my tongue in her arse
she began to come, in waves and ripples that seemed to go on and on.
   When her orgasm had subsided, Lori scooted herself further up the bed
and pulled me to her, putting my hand on her pussy to let me know she
wanted me to fuck her.  Again, I grabbed her ankles, and pulled her into my
favourite position, 'The Pile driver', and rammed my cock into her pussy,
enjoying the leverage and angle of penetration this position offered, while
she draped her legs over my shoulders.  I don't know how long we kept this
up, but eventually Lori, who had been orgasming almost continually through
all this, asked me to ease-up, she wanted to do something else.  I obliged,
and she got on all fours, saying "Now, Lover-boy, fuck me properly!"
   I shuffled on my knees up behind her, and squeezed my cock into her
pussy.
   Lori dropped her face onto the pillow, which made her rump stick
straight up in the air, and gave me her hips to hang on to.  I was enjoying
the sight of her completely exposed pussy, with her bum hole winking at me,
when she reared up on all fours, and said "stop a second, there's something
we need to do".  So saying she pulled my cock out of her pussy and jammed
it straight into her bumhole!  I was now so hot that all I wanted to do was
blow my load inside her, and Lori helped me by reaching under and rubbing
her clitoris until she began to come, again, and, as the ripples and
fluttering of her uterus drummed against her anal tube, she squeezed my
scrotum, making me lose all restraint and shooting my load into her hot and
willing anus.
   I collapsed on top of her, the pair of us too fucked-out to do more than
nibble-kiss each other as the ripples died away.  Eventually I recovered
enough to roll off this perfect creature, making her moan in satisfaction.
Her stockings were in tatters, so I slid off her platforms and pulled off
her stockings, undid her velvet choker, and rolled her into my arms.  I
kissed her on her nose, and she made a little whickering sound before
snuggling down into my arm, completely worn out.
   I was satisfied, but I suppose I had more stamina, as I wasn't tired,
just basking in the afterglow, so I let her sleep while I thought about how
we would live our lives together, and where we should do it.
   After about 2 hours Lori woke, to see me freshly showered, shaved, and
smelling attractively spicy (or so the aftershave claimed; I thought it
smelled like mouthwash).
   "What happened, Davey?" she asked in a slightly disoriented way.
   "I put your ass to sleep, you little sexpot you, so now...you...owe...
me ...dinner!" I sing-song'd at her.
   Lori turned on her stomach, pulling a pillow under her midriff to raise
her lovely bum in the air, and opened her legs wide.
   "There you are, pervert-boy, diner's open, come and get it while it's
hot!" she leered, looking hot as all fuck!
   "Oh no, you don't get out of it that easily, sister of mine!" I
admonished, "You lost a bet, so I want a lobster dinner, compete with all
the trimmings, at the very least.  But, I think I will have your pie for
dessert!"
   Lori grinned at that, her splayed open thighs and sticky, spunky anus
making a very tempting sight.
   "Are all English boys as corrupt and perverted as you, or did I just get
lucky?" she asked in a voice dripping with salacious curiosity.
   I grinned back, still enthralled by the deliciously panoramic view in
front of me.
   "Seems I was the lucky one, to catch an angel like you, complete with a
mind like a dredger bucket!"
   Lori rolled onto her back, laughing, and once again I marvelled at how
her perfect breasts seemed to be unaffected by gravity, her coral pink
nipples pointing proudly at the ceiling.  Lori caught the direction of my
look and said "You're a doctor, you should know the name of this
condition", flicking her nipples idly, "It's called Biggus Titticus
Maximus, only affects girls with minds like mine."
   I struggled to keep a straight face, but couldn't help myself; she
looked so adorable with that look of mock solemnity on her face.
   "Get dressed, you evil trollop, we have plans to make, and shopping to
do, and don't worry, dinner's on me -- unless you would rather I ate it off
you, I understand that's quite popular in Japan..."
   "Get lost, you deviant" she retorted.  She grinned impishly at me, then
knelt up on the bed with an angelic expression on her face, pressing her
hands together as though she was praying, intoning "Dear God, please
protect me from this awful pervert, he keeps sticking his big pee-pee in my
wee-wee and my pooper- hole, I'm afraid if he stays around too long, he
might try and have sex with me...Amen."
   I grinned at this.
   "You're a very bad girl, wife of mine, remind me later to jam something
into you, but for now, please, get your panties and put some clothes on,
something decent, for goodness' sake, there are oldies around, I'd like to
have lunch somewhere where we don't get asked to leave."
   "Wife" said Lori, musingly, "I like the sound of that, sounds better
than 'sister', remind me to hold you to it...Oh, OK, I'll let you buy me
lunch, and dinner, if you feel you can stretch that far, Captain Moneybags,
but you still owe me a long, hard Jungle-Fuck, with extra gorilla-humping!"
   "It will be my pleasure," I retorted, "and if you want to talk about
'stretching', well, I think I managed that pretty well last night and this
morning!  Anyway, I'm not going to argue, I have a surprise for you, and
you need to get dressed to see it, because it's in town, so get a wriggle
and a jiggle on, you naughty little strumpet!"
   Lori stretched and yawned, looking for all the world like one of those
big-breasted 1940's Varga or Petty pin-up girls, with her jet-black hair
piled up on her head, a couple of errant strands tumbling down to frame her
beautiful face, and her large, perfect breasts jutting out, her tiny waist
accentuating the jut of her breasts and the curve of her rump, at once
sweet and wholesome, and yet also indescribably wanton and immensely
fuckable.  God, I wanted her, and the sight of her kneeling on the bed was
doing things to me...."Margaret Thatcher, Margaret Thatcher..." I mumbled
to myself, struggling to prevent the picture in front of me from causing
the inevitable arousal.
   "What did you say, Davey?" she asked.
   "Oh, nothing" I said, "just going over what I wanted to do this
afternoon."
   "Does that include me?" she enquired with a grin, sliding gracefully off
the bed and pressing her magnificent mammaries against me as she pecked me
on the cheek , sliding her hands down and around to clench my buttocks,
hard...  Damn, MARGARET THATCHER, MARGARET THATCHER, MARGARET THATCHER.....
   "Get dressed, darling, we have places to be and things to do, so get a
move on" I chided her, my voice catching just a little.  Lori responded by
grabbing my crotch playfully and blowing me a kiss.
   "But I still want to play" she breathed sexily, her mouth making an
adorable pout.
   (Oh Shit, MARGARET THATCHER, MARGARET THATCHER, MARGARET THATCHER...)
   "Look Lori, the lions are roaring, I want something solid to eat! 
Besides, we can't go into town smelling of sex, what would the neighbours
say?"
   Lori grinned back at me "Well, at least the smell of sex is a good
natural perfume; after all, you must be giving off pheromones in clouds
right now.  And, while we're on the subject of smells, why do you smell
like you showered in mouthwash?"
   I smacked her on her rump.  "Get moving you, I told you, I have a
surprise for you."
   Lori pulled me down to her and planted a hot, sexy kiss on my lips, and
started to wriggle against me most fetchingly.  It took all my will-power
(or won't-power) to gently disengage her and send her on her way with a
gentle pinch in that adorable crease where the female Gluteus Maximus
curves down to meet the top of the thigh.
   20 minutes later, a freshly showered and made-up Lori reappeared, in a
deceptively modest pair of black leggings, white shirt tied off to leave
her midriff bare, just a hint of lacy bra showing at the neckline, and
kitten heels.  I looked closely at her leggings, as I now knew Lori was
perfectly capable of wearing something that looked modest and demure
indoors, but would probably become semi-transparent in full sunlight, to
perfectly outline the lips of her pussy; what we in England call
'mutterers' - you can see the lips moving, but you can't quite make out the
words...
   "Relax, Davey, there's 11-year olds wearing this around town, and I'm
wearing a thong!" she commented, cheekily pulling down the back of her
leggings to show me the thong disappearing into the shadowed cleft between
her lovely buttocks - Oh God, if I had had the time, I would have gone
around with her again, and she knew it!
   We drove into town, to a small Bistro famous for its lobster and oysters
with Guinness, and had a very satisfying seafood lunch, then we walked
hand-in-hand through town, 'til we came to my intended destination.
   "Kane's Jewellery?" queried Lori.  I smiled at her and led her inside,
and asked for Mrs.  Kane, the proprietor.
   "Doctor Denham" Mrs.  Kane greeted me, "I have the selection you
requested, and I take it this is the young lady?"
   "Yes indeed Mrs.  Kane" I replied.  "Lori?"
   Lori looked at me in slight puzzlement, understanding dawning as Mrs. 
Kane brought out a tray of diamond engagement rings.
   "Darling, please pick out the ring you want, the sky's the limit, so
don't be bashful!"
   Lori again looked at me, and whispered "Why am I looking at these
rings?"
   "Because I can hardly marry you without getting engaged first, you silly
arse" I grinned back at her, "I'm old-fashioned that way."
   Lori stood still, gazing at the tray of sparkling stones, transfixed by
so much light and glitter, probably more wealth in one place than she had
seen in her entire life, then pointed to a simple platinum band with a
dense diamond cluster.
   "I like that one" she whispered.
   Mrs Kane looked at me enquiringly, then removed the ring from the tray,
and passed it to Lori for her to hold up to the light and inspect.
   "Is this the one you want, darling?" I asked her, she just nodded and
squeezed my hand in hers.
   "Thank you, Mrs.  Kane, this is the one we want" I said, and handed her
my credit card.  We waited while she went through the whole transaction
business and brought my card back to me.
   "Thank you Doctor Denham, your young lady has exceedingly good taste, if
I may be so bold, almost 5-carats of flawless white diamonds, no
inclusions, I guarantee; a real heirloom piece."
   "Lori has excellent taste," I replied, "she comes from the very best of
families!"
   Lori squeezed my hand again, and smiled tremulously as I slipped the
ring on her ring finger, kneeling down to ask her the time-honoured
question.
   "Lori, will you marry me?" The store went silent.
   "Yes, I will marry you Davey" she replied, blushing prettily, and all
the other customers and staff applauded.
   "Davey, how much did that ring cost?" asked a wide-eyed Lori as we
walked away.
   "None of your business," I replied, "I wanted to give you something that
means forever, diamonds fit the bill, so you got diamonds.  Just thank your
lucky stars we don't feel the same way about cow-pats!"
   Once again she punched me on the arm, more of a playful dunt than a
regular slap.
   "Be serious, David, this is more than anyone has ever done for me,
ever!"
   "That's because I love you" I replied simply, letting her see the truth
in my eyes.
   Lori looked at me with slightly blurry eyes.
   "She called me your 'young lady'; I was just wondering what she would
have called me if she knew that three hours ago your 'young lady' was
pumping your cock in and out of her ass!"
   "Maybe she would have said something like "I remember how that used to
be!'" I replied with a broad grin, "you are a devil woman, Lori Keene, with
a mouth like a well-digger's shovel; fortunately, you also fuck like a
champion, so, on balance, I think I'll keep you!  Let's go home, now that
my inner-man has been satisfied, his brother lower down wants to play with
your jiggly bits!"
   We returned to the car and drove back to the house in happy silence,
Lori leaning back in her seat and looking at me speculatively, occasionally
nibbling her lower lip.  I knew that gesture by now, it meant some new
sexual misbehaviour was brewing in that dirty little mind of hers, and I
felt a delicious tightening in my groin in anticipation of what was to
come.
   We got in, and sat down on the couch, Lori on my lap, straddling me,
pecking small kisses on my face and neck.  I could feel my cock hardening,
and began untying her shirt, beginning the pleasurable task of stripping
her for playtime.  Lori, while she went along with it, obviously had
something on her mind, and eventually grabbed my wandering hands, saying
"Stop it, you pervert, I want to talk to you for a minute!"
   "It had better be a minute; I want to get down to things, all your
lovely jiggly things, as a matter of fact!" I leered.
   "Stop it Davey, I'm trying to be serious!  I want us to go to England!"
she blurted out.
   I looked at her in surprise.
   "That was a quick decision, Kitten, what brought this on?"
   Lori looked at me levelly and began to explain her decision.
   "David, I know you always wanted to be surgeon, like your father, and
that's what I want for you as well, but you have to finish your training.
Don't throw away all your years of study just because of me!  I want you to
finish your surgical training in England, you were almost there, and you
left it to come here and take care of us.  Now there's only me, and I'll be
at home wherever you are.  Marry me and take me home with you, finish your
training and be the kind of surgeon your father would have been proud of.
Over here, what are you going to do?  Be a country doctor in rural Maine?
You were meant for more than that..."
   I was so overwhelmed by this girl's simple trust in me that I could
barely speak.
   At last I managed to croak out "Are you sure you know what you're
saying? I'll be gone a lot, and I mean a lot.  Surgical residency in a
teaching hospital in England means tight schedules and full calendars, we'd
have precious little time together for the first couple of years, and I
won't be able to set my own case-load until I get to be a consultant, at
least 2 years after qualifying, probably more; are you sure you want that,
that you can handle that?"
   Lori simply looked at me, her eyes telling me she'd already decided.
   "I'll make myself handle it; it's what I want for you and us; I just
want to be your wife."
   I looked at her in wonder, humbled by her trust, and love, hardly able
to believe my luck that someone so ravishing could love and trust me so
completely.
   "Lori," I said, "I promise you faithfully that your life with me will
hold all the things you ever wanted, I promise you will never go without,
and that you will also never have cause to doubt me.  I love you more than
anything on this planet, and I only want to spend my life making you happy,
contented, safe and secure, Oh, and pregnant!"
   Lori welled up, and, as I kissed her tears away, she grinned at me.
   "I've said it before, and I'll say it again; you smooth-talking English
fuckers will say anything to get in a country girl's pants!"
   I laughed out loud, and kissed her, she responded with abandon, flicking
her tongue around my lips as I kissed and nuzzled her.  My wandering hands
had resumed, and they roamed over her lovely backside and up her blouse,
trying to find her bra-snap.
   "It unsnaps at the front" she whispered, "didn't you ever sneak a peek
at any of Mom's lingerie catalogues?"
   Actually, I hadn't, so I followed her lead and freed her lovely, firm
breasts, squeezing and lightly pinching her nipples, kneading the firm
girl-flesh as our tongues explored more ardently.
   Lori was squirming on my lap, frigging herself against my by-now
bone-hard erection, as I slid my hand down the back of her leggings to cup
her firm buttocks and pull her in closer to me.
   "Upstairs, Davey...need more room..." she panted, so with one last
nibble of her bottom lip, I helped her to stand and she pulled me upright.
We looked at each other, and bolted for the stairs, Lori beating me to the
top, which suited me fine, as I again got to watch her superb bum jiggle as
she ran up the stairs.  I took them two at a time, a couple of seconds
behind her, and hustled her into what had become our bedroom, yanking at
her leggings with one hand while I tugged my polo-shirt over my head and
fumbled with my Dockers.  I levered off my loafers and turned to finish
stripping Lori, but she had just qualified for the Olympic Freestyle
Stripping for a Fuck team, standing there naked and swinging her thong
around her index finger, grinning, with her lower lip caught between her
teeth.
   "What kept you?" she asked, one eyebrow raised in query.
   I moved in to grab her, but Lori held up her finger.
   "Just got to get some more lube!" she said, popping out and then back
in. I had climbed onto the bed, naked except for a big grin and an even
bigger hard on, something Lori noted as she opened the tube of lubricant
gel and squeezed some onto my fingertip.
   "Glad to see you're recovered, you know the drill, Doctor Man, lube me
up!"
   So saying, she lay down next to me, with her legs open and spectacular
arse raised-up, and I applied the lube to her pink pucker, noting her
little shivers every time I slid my finger into her, and looking forward to
a hot, sweaty, spunk-filled interlude.  If someone had looked in at this
moment, they would probably have seen me drooling and grinning happily to
myself, tongue hanging out like Pluto.
   By now Lori was showing every sign of being ready, but I wanted some
tactile stimulation, so I turned her round to face me, kissing her while I
ran my hands up and down her back, cupping and squeezing her buttocks,
stroking and teasing her clitoris, sliding a finger into her pussy,
nibbling, sucking and gently biting her nipples, and sliding alternate
fingers into her tight, crinkled little rosebud.  After 20 minutes of this,
she was at a peak of arousal, as evidenced by the way she pulled me down to
her.
   "For God's sake, stick your cock in me somewhere, I'm going out my mind
here, fucking get on with it!" she gritted, her blue eyes flashing.
   I had other plans, however, and intended to keep my promise of earlier
in the day; Lori had a lovely 'pie', and I was going to eat it!
   I rolled her over so she was face-down, provoking a comment along the
lines of "what are you up to now, you pervert?" and pulled her legs apart,
simultaneously bending her knees under so her rump was raised up off the
bed.  Now I could reach my target, and I began kissing her up the insides
of her thighs, making her quiver and moan softly.  Eventually, I kissed all
the way up to her crotch, and flicked my tongue over her pussy, making her
quiver some more, as I gradually increased the frequency and pressure of my
licking, her moans intensifying.  When I finally prised her firm sculpted
buttocks apart and stuck my tongue in her tight, puckered hole, hard, she
nearly shot off the bed!
   I kept on licking, alternating between her pussy and her arsehole,
watching the juices flow out of her pussy and her tight little anus
gradually open and wink at me as I stabbed my tongue into it, all the while
enjoying the feel of her smooth, firm, toned, utterly feminine backside and
the sweet, musky tang of her excitement.
   "Davey, you're such a pervert, I love it, keep going..." she murmured,
her hand by now wrapped tightly around my cock and squeezing in a slow
rhythm.  Now to change pace, I thought, sliding back up to Lori, and
pulling her around to face me.
   Lori looked up at me with eyes filled with love, and trust, and a large
amount of devilment, as she whispered into my ear, "Isn't it about time you
fucked me, stud-boy?  Make it good!"
   I was more than happy to oblige, mounting her and letting her guide me
in, and, as before, I pumped and thrust, with Lori again meeting my every
thrust in perfect unison, shudders running through her in waves as she
orgasmed again and again.  I was transfixed by the sight of her beautifully
perfect breasts quivering and jiggling in concert with my thrusts.  Lori
grabbed her knees and spread her legs wide, then draped them over my
shoulders, encouraging me to lean further forward, so we were almost nose
to nose, with me hammering into her like a piston.
   I could see she was getting tired, pumping away in that position, so I
moved her legs from my shoulders and slid a couple of pillows under her bum
to give her something to rest on, and incidentally raising her pussy up
higher than her shoulders.  Lori looked at me with a big grin on her face;
she guessed what was coming next!
   I slowed down, and took my weight on my elbows, sliding my hands under
her gorgeous backside, pulling her bum cheeks apart.  Lori also placed her
feet flat on the bed and snaked her hands down, to hold her cheeks apart as
I slowly pushed my cock into her anus.  Lori kept her hands in place,
supporting her pelvis as I pumped my cock in and out of her tight hole,
once again orgasms rippling through her.  This was an amazing experience in
itself, but I also wanted to repeat the experience of last night.
   I withdrew from Lori's arse, answering her unspoken query by saying
"Just like Mother, OK?"
   She smiled and nodded, turning to lie on her stomach, re-positioning the
pillows under her flat stomach to raise her bum up in the air.  I moved in
behind her, and once again slowly slid my swollen cock through her anal
ring and deep into her rectum, her gasps telling me all I needed to know
about the depth I was penetrating to.
   I began pumping, leaning on my elbows while holding on firmly to her
stunning breasts, squeezing rhythmically as I pumped, Lori responding by
pushing back against me, our combined efforts causing her to squeal and
gasp, one orgasm after another rushing through her, calling out my name,
and telling me not to stop, as if I had any such intention!  Eventually,
though, the combination of the pressure on my cock, the feel of this
gorgeous woman's spectacular backside clenching and quivering as I pounded
into her, and the memory unreeling in my head of seeing my beautiful mother
getting ruthlessly fucked like this were too much; my cock-head swelled up
to what felt like giant size in the tight confines of her hot, velvety
rectum, as I came in a rush of heat, my cock spraying my sperm inside her
wonderful arse.  The sensation of my swollen, over-stimulated cock shooting
my spunk into her was enough to set Lori off as well, and we both came
together in a crashing mutual orgasm that very nearly loosened my teeth and
blew my eardrums across the room!
   Eventually, I managed to lever myself off her, sliding my still
semi-rigid cock out of her bum, holding her as another orgasm rocketed
through her system, and collapsed, sweaty, spunk-soaked, and satisfied,
next to the woman I loved.  Lori turned to face me, draped an arm around my
neck to pull me closer, and gave me a long, deep, and very satisfying kiss,
so much so that my cock started to twitch, despite having just finished
unloading!
   "Doctor D, you are a very dirty young man!  Dear God, how you have
corrupted me" she smiled, "promise me you'll keep on doing what you do
best!"
   I grinned, too breathless to banter with her, but not so wiped out that
I couldn't grab hold of her wonderful arse and squeeze and knead, lift and
separate the firm cheeks as Lori kissed me.  Eventually I managed to calm
the pounding of my heart and slow my breathing to something approaching
normal, and kissed her gently, lovingly, as I rolled and massaged her
lovely buttocks in my hands, trying to believe that my beautiful American
sister was now all mine, was actually going to be my wife!
   I knew that we were going to have a busy evening, and an eventful night,
so I decided to stop stimulating myself with Lori's arse and rest a little.
When we had rested, I was going to take my girl, my sister, my fiancée, out
to the best restaurant in town, and fuck the living daylights out of her
when we got home.
   With pleasant thoughts like that running around in my head, I settled
down for a post-coital nap.  Lori obviously had the same idea, she
definitely wasn't finished with me yet, she whispered before snuggling up
against me, her hand snaking between us to grab hold of my cock, and my
hand somehow finding itself pushing a finger into her puckered anus,
causing her to giggle sleepily.  And so we dropped off to sleep, me relying
on my well-developed medical student's time-sense to wake up in an hour or
so.
   to be continued....
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