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 Title: In Love with Lori Ch.  02
Summary: David & Lori get engaged, and decide to return to England.
Keywords: inc,fic
   I woke to find Lori, my beautiful sister, and now my fiancée, still fast
asleep, deeply asleep by the looks of it, and partially draped over me, her
arm and leg thrown possessively across my thighs and chest, and her lovely
lips within kissing distance, so I obliged.
   She mumbled something and rolled away onto her back, arms and legs
spread wide.  Perfect!  I had awakened ready to rumble, with a healthy,
blue-steel erection, much to my surprised gratification, and hot little
sister was due some payback for waking me so early this morning.  I leaned
up on one elbow for a long moment, admiring the splendid scenery before me,
(and the view out the window wasn't bad, either...) and then began lightly
kissing her shoulder, neck and chin, her breasts and nipples, so light I
was barely making contact.  I continued down her ribcage to her firm, toned
stomach, with a small interlude to gently swirl my tongue in her sexy
little jewel of a navel, and so on further down until I came to her labia,
so conveniently on display.  I began lightly kissing just her outer lips,
feather touches but gradually getting firmer, my tongue sometimes lapping
lightly at the hood of her clitoris.  She could obviously feel something,
even in her somnolent state; she muttered my name in her sleep, and then
was still again, making me freeze; waking her just yet wasn't part of my
fiendish plan!
   When I was sure she had settled back down, I moved back in, continuing
my feather-light assault, until she drifted her legs even wider in her
sleep, and her hand slid down in slow-motion to rest just above her pussy.
I wondered what she was dreaming about, as her finger began to slowly brush
against her pudenda and circle her clitoris, so I decided to help her along
a little, lapping at her until her clitoris popped out of its little hood.
She stirred at that, moaning softly and breathing heavily, her hand making
more insistent motions as she arched her back to throw her head back, soft,
liquid, moaning sounds coming from her as she worked herself up.  My own
erection was throbbing painfully now, and I shuffled forward, leaned over
her to take my weight on my hands on either side of her, and ooooh so
slowly pushed my cock into her warm moist pussy.
   Her head was still thrown back, her arms outstretched, and she began to
move against me, holding the sheets in her outstretched hands as I humped
her sleeping form.  I was feeling immensely horny, and who wouldn't, in
this situation?  My girl, my fiancée, my red-hot kid sister, was lying
under me, my cock buried in her, she was asleep, and yet still managing to
hump back as I fucked her.  Her breathing became shallower and more rapid,
and her pelvis was humping back at me in a rocking, side-to-side kind of
motion, as she screwed her pussy up and down on my cock!  How sexual was
this girl!?  Even asleep, she was a better lay than most women ever manage
wide awake and fully aware!  She began to pump more insistently, and
suddenly her eyes snapped open, her arms encircling my neck as she hissed
at me "Harder you fucker, do me harder, you horny little bastard, make it
happen, now!"
   I grinned and obliged, no need for stealth now, so I plunged my cock
into her with almost vicious force, making her mew and gasp.  Suddenly she
stiffened, eyes glazed, head thrown right back, her mouth dropping open,
gasping and making little cat-noises as she came with shattering intensity.
Her pussyl contractions, alternately clamping and sucking at my cock, were
too much for me to bear, and I came like a jet engine, spunk hosing out of
me in hot spurts as my cock spasmed and twitched.
   Lori eventually came down, as did I, pushing my arms under the small of
her back to hold her to me as I rolled over to hold her on top of me,
whereupon she kissed me and licked the tip of my nose by way of greeting.
   "You dirty fucker, I ought to cut that thing off and hang it over the
door as a warning!" she smiled.
   "Hello, Sleepy Sally, did you like your alarm call?" I asked her
innocently.
   "I was having such a nice dream," she grinned.  "I was on a beach with
your cock rammed up my ass, then suddenly I'm here, with you humping me
like a horny baboon!  That probably counts as rape, you know, Doctor Man,
I'm calling the police!"
   "I believe it's only rape if you say no, otherwise it's an occupational
hazard of getting in bed naked with a horny English doctor!" I grinned.  "I
just wanted to try and sleep-fuck you, then let you wake up wondering why
the hell you were covered in spunk."
   Lori grinned back at me, her eyes dancing.
   "You're such a pervert; I'm surprised nobody's nailed that thing to your
leg as a lesson to you!"
   I moved my hands down to cup and gently squeeze her buttocks, pulling
them open and closed as I fondled them.
   "Bet you're glad they didn't!  Come on, time to get some dinner, I'm
famished!  Let's get a shower; we could do with freshening-up a little; I
don't know about me, but you smell like the fleet's in...!"
   I headed for the shower, but Lori claimed it first, by right of
seniority.
   "How did you work that out?" I asked.
   She looked at me pityingly.
   "You men are so dull-witted sometimes, I'm a woman, we always come
first, didn't you know...?"
   With an impish grin, and a wriggle of her delectable backside, she
slipped into the bathroom before I quite got my mental balance back, so I
conceded defeat and settled down to wait her out, knowing she would be in
there for an age.
   After a while, over the sound of the shower spray, I began to hear
something interesting, definitely not-shower related.  I eased the bathroom
door open and peered in the mirror, which gave me a reasonable view of the
wet room.  There she stood, moaning softly, leaning against the wall and
frigging herself with one hand, the other hand sliding a finger into her
rectum, both hands pumping in unison, with her head thrown back and her
eyes tightly shut.
   The sight was enough to hoist my cock all over again, suddenly
bone-hard, primed and ready for some rumpy-pumpy with my girl.
   As I was still naked, it was a matter of seconds to ease the bathroom
door open enough to get in without engaging the squeaky hinge.  Lori was in
a world of her own as I stepped in behind her and cupped her breasts in one
swift movement.
   She looked back at me with her wicked, bottom-lip between the teeth
grin, deliberately grinding her phenomenal bum cheeks against my arching
cock, and gasped as I gently squeezed her nipples between my thumbs and
forefingers, a thrill running down her that I felt in my cock as her
gorgeous arse jiggled.
   "You dirty girl, how dare you touch yourself?" I said in a stern voice
"do you know what happens to dirty girls who touch themselves?"
   "No sir, please do tell" said Lori in her naughty-little-girl voice,
flexing her bum cheeks around my cock teasingly, making my best friend
twitch and a spasm run through my entire groin and mid-section.
   "They get GROPED!" I growled, following words with action as I slipped a
finger into her pussy, and another finger into her lovely, tight, well
lubricated arsehole.  She sighed at that, and moved her hands behind her,
to clasp the back of my neck, holding herself tight against me.
   "Do they also get properly fucked, Sir?" she asked in the same
little-girl voice.
   "I should fucking think so!" said I, rapidly losing the thread of the
conversation as I became more engrossed with some serious groping of my
beautiful sister, "Speaking of which, place your hands on the wall!  Come
on wench, assume the position!"
   She did so, leaning slightly forward to make her bum stick out.  I slid
another finger into her little pink starfish, making her gasp and giggle,
to check she was ready for this.
   "You were dreaming about getting rammed up the arse, were you?  Can you
guess what happens next, little girl?" I whispered in her ear.
   Lori looked back over shoulder at me, trying hard not to giggle, her
blue eyes happy and full of mischief.
   "Oh please Sir, are you going to fuck me in my ass, and pump my ass full
of your hot sticky stuff?  I love that, it's so dirty, but my big brother
will find out, and he'll be so angry, please don't tell him!"
   "Too late, he said I could!  This will be your punishment for playing
with yourself, you brazen little trollop," I grinned, unable to cope with
the twin effects of that voice and the throbbing insistence of my cock!
   "I knew you'd hear me eventually, Doctor Man, you took your fucking
time, next time clean your ears properly!" she smiled, her eyes dancing
with suppressed glee.
   My only response was to grab a firm hold of her splendid breasts and
slide my cock into her arse in one long slow glide.  Lori's eyes bugged and
she let out a whistling gasp from between her clenched teeth.
   "God, Davey, is my ass getting tighter, or is that thing getting
bigger?" she managed to gulp out.
   "Lori, my darlingest darling, a man's cock is just another muscle, and
as you know, the more you exercise a muscle, the bigger, firmer, and harder
it gets, you should know this, and considering the work-out you've given it
over the last day or so, weelll....." I told her in my best lecture room
voice.
   "That's bullshit and you know it, you dirty, perverted, ass-reaming
little butt-fucker, you just love ramming that thing up my ass with no
warning!" she gasped, pushing back against me to get the full benefit as I
pumped into her, one of her hands sliding down her body to rub and massage
her clitoris.
   "Shall I stop then, you dirty girl?" I asked her, grinning as she
clenched her bum cheeks tightly.
   "I didn't say I didn't like, Doctor Man!" she gasped, "keep doing it
that way, I love the way you stretch my ass when you cram that thing into
me!"
   Very soon, her breath began to hitch and blow in shallow gasps, I could
tell she was almost at the tipping-point, so I redoubled my strokes,
pistoning into her as she frigged frantically, to suddenly give a deep,
breathy sigh, and slump against the wall as her orgasm hit, her anus
contracting, clenching and rippling, taking me past the point of no return,
as I sprayed what spunk I had left into her hot, tight, sinewy anus.
   When we finally got our breath back, we resumed our shower; I soaped and
scrubbed her back, she did mine, but sadly managing not even a twitch when
she lifted my cock to wash it behind the head.  Lori looked at me
quizzically, and I grinned wryly at her.
   "What do expect, you tarty little trollop, I've been ejaculating in you
like some fabled Fountain of Spunk almost continually for the last 24
hours! If you stuck a gun to my head and told me 'fuck or die', I'd tell
you to pull the trigger, I'm a doctor, dammit, not fucking John Henry, the
Steel-Driving Man!" I said in m my best 'Bones' Mc Coy voice.
   "So, are we done for tonight?" she asked, her eyes flashing.
   "No, but I need deep protein intake to rebuild my strength, so I
prescribe a 2-inch thick steak with butter-fried button-mushrooms, a green
salad and a cold beer.  Get those in me, and you shall have your Prince
Charming and his Amazing Performing Penis back tonight!"
   "He better make a fucking appearance" she gritted mock seriously, "I'll
need a refill later, and I expect you to do the honours.  Be there at the
ready, or sleep on the couch, buster.  A far as I'm concerned, if your
dick's not working, you're no use to me, are you hearing me, boy?"
   "My Darling Sister," I began, as pompously as I could manage while
watching a stunning naked girl jiggle around soaking wet, "feast of
pulchritude though you undoubtedly are, a wet-dream fantasy for any man
between the ages of eight to eighty, you are dealing here with a man
suffering from extreme lack of steak.  Once that basic need has been met,
he shall do his meagre, yet heartfelt, best to satisfy your voracious, nay,
carnivorous needs.  Darling Sister, someone famous, I'm not sure who it
was, possibly Mark Twain, once said something to the effect that there is
no woman alive who could not defeat any ten men in the ultimate battle
between the sexes!  After an afternoon and night with you, I now heartily
believe this to be true, so be gentle with me!"
   Lori looked at me levelly.
   "You are so full of it, just be ready, no excuses will be accepted! 
I'll make sure you get your steak, one big enough to overhang the plate, so
you'll have no excuses.  If you drop dead I swear I'll carve a cock out of
your leg-bone, because one way or another, I am going to have you inside me
tonight, got it, Stud?"
   What could I say, except to kiss her, hard, and squeeze her beauteous
backside while she kissed me back with equal fervour, until, unable to hold
it in any longer, she dissolved into peals of laughter.
   "I am so looking forward to having you to myself for the rest of my
life" I told her as I held her dripping wet, highly fuckable body close,
unable to stop myself gloating.  Mine, all mine!
   "Just as long as I can always be your 'Little Trollop', Doctor Man" she
whispered, her face muffled in the angle of my neck as I hugged her to me.
   I had made dinner reservations that afternoon, at a restaurant which
came highly recommended for barbecue and steaks, as well as local and
boutique beers, so as usual, I was dressed and waiting, and waiting, for my
hot sister to finally make an appearance.  And what an appearance it was!
   She had chosen a slinky black long sleeved minidress that looked like it
had been sprayed on, with stockings covering her long, long legs and killer
heels, her glossy black hair tumbling down her creamy bare back in large
open ringlets.  She looked cute, sexy, desirable, and very edible.
   Lori has a lovely, almost classical profile, a straight nose with an
adorable little tilt at the end, a small pointed chin, and incredible,
kiss-me lips, and seeing her standing there like that, I wanted to leap on
her and keep her for myself; she was too good to show to the local yokels
in this hick town, she needed the catwalks of Milan and Paris, to be seen
on the Promenade Des Anglaise, or lounging on the Cote D'Azure!  One thing
I could be absolutely certain of; looking like that in public, she was
going to cause an Erection Epidemic tonight in the restaurant!
   I tried to play it cool, by flipping a throwaway at her, to see if she
would bite.
   "Well, at least you scrub-up well!" I poker-faced at her, watching her
grin at the compliment, but I could tell from her arch expression that she
knew she'd already gotten me hot and bothered.  This girl was a stunner at
the best of times, but looking like this she could stop a train, and she'd
done it all for me, so the very least I could do was let her know.
   I silently admitted defeat, and gave in.
   "Lori, sweetheart, Darling Sister of mine, wife-to-be, you look truly,
absolutely ravishing, if it weren't for the fact that my stomach thinks my
throat's been cut, I would rampage on you like a donkey on Viagra!  You are
absolutely the most beautiful woman I have ever seen; I still can't believe
you consented to be my wife!"
   Lori smiled at me, her lambent violet eyes lighting up, and she slid
across the room to me like a snake on a snowdrift; I swear, she didn't move
a muscle; one second she was leaning against the door jamb, the next second
she was in my arms, her wondrous body moulding itself against mine.
   "David, Darling Boy, you say the sweetest things", she cooed at me,
"but", as she grabbed my crotch "that doesn't get you off the hook. 
Tonight, you perform, or I will suck the marrow out of your bones through
your cock, are you hearing me?  You WILL be my horn-dog tonight, or you get
to find out in the morning what we do back there in Corn-Country to a dog
that don't work!  You dig, me, Stud-Boy?"
   She gave me one last meaningful squeeze before letting go and flicking
her hair back off her face, her body rippling and undulating as she did so,
a sight guaranteed to make anthropoid males the world over howl and bang
their heads on the wall, or take two cold showers and a couple of laps
around the playing fields...
   "Loud and clear, you hot, wicked, gorgeous little fun-bundle!" I
replied, sliding my hand up her thigh and slipping a finger under her taut
panties and into her warm anus, as I kissed her gently so as not to mess up
her make-up, and nibbled lightly at her ear.
   "Now let's go, wife, we have reservations, and they won't hold them
forever."
   Dinner was a sedate affair.  Lori had a lobster salad with tiny little
new potatoes in a cream sauce, and I had the monster steak she had promised
me, medium-rare and smothered in butter-fried mushrooms, with the
obligatory green salad, washed down with a lovely light, yeasty beer,
everything I'd asked for.  Lori had a chilled white wine, and we chatted
about life, love, the future, all the things engaged couples discuss.  She
was wearing her engagement ring, and had received a concerted look of envy
and pure unadulterated longing from all the women in the restaurant; well,
it was a small town, apparently word had gotten around.  Most of the men
had stared in awe and wonder when Lori and her little black dress walked
in, followed by sighs of envy when she leaned over and kissed me as we were
shown to our table.  Lori glowed, the prettiest blush I had ever seen, her
eyes sparkling like violet fireworks.
   We were in a romantic glow the entire way home, holding hands with our
fingers entwined as we slowly strolled home in the late evening air of
coastal Maine.  She was puzzled when we crossed the road so that I could
walk on the sidewalk with her on my left side, and asked why; I obliged,
telling her that I had been told as a very small boy by my father that the
lady always walked on the left, so that her male companion could not only
shield her from the dirt and mud from the street, but also to keep his
right arm, his sword arm, free and unencumbered to defend her.  Her eyes
sparkled at that.
   "You English, you seem so stiff and aloof sometimes, and so
old-fashioned and fuddy-duddy, and then you tell me something so damned
romantic about something as normal as walking up the street!  I'm going to
love being an Englishman's wife!"
   "About that," I started, "We need to get your passport sorted out, and
get the marriage license.  I don't know what the requirements are, so how
about we make a trip to City Hall tomorrow to get the ball rolling.  I'm
burning with impatience to make you mine, and I don't want to miss a day!"
   Lori told me she had a passport, although it was 4 years old, it would
do.
   "I looked like this when I was 15, even the hairstyle is the same, the
only difference is the 'Girls' here hadn't quite arrived yet!"
   She turned sideways on and cupped 'the Girls', and I had to agree, they
would certainly have been the focus of any photographer if he'd seen them!
   "Wow, if only everybody had a sister as hot as mine!" I breathed,
pulling her in close for a kiss and a quick squeeze.  Lori dimpled at the
compliment, and I had to struggle for a moment to get back to reality.
   "I also want us to take a quick trip to New York very soon" I said, "we
need to organise your visa so you can come back with me, unless you know of
a British Consulate in New England somewhere...?  I trailed off hopefully.
   Lori shook her head.
   "Nope, but we can ask at City Hall tomorrow.  Anyway, that's tomorrow,
this evening isn't finished yet, you dirty-minded, over-sexed, lecherous
little pervert!  I find myself wishing you were a dentist, as I have
several cavities I need filling..., but, as you're only a doctor, I have
two rather pronounced swellings I think you need to pay some attention to,
maybe manipulate a little..."
   I love the way this girl's mind works!
   We arrived back home about 20 minutes later, and sat down on the couch
together, Lori pulled close to me so I could feel the heat from her body.
   I turned to her to ask her about whether she had ever been to New York,
instead her mouth met mine in a long, lingering, and very stimulating kiss,
and I began roaming my hands over her hot, firm body, pulling her up so she
was kneeling on the sofa, my hands restlessly fondling and touching,
stroking and squeezing -- there were so many good things to grab, I was
spoiled for choice!
   Lori straddled me, one of her favourite positions, and I slid my hands
up the back of her dress, trying to find the way to get it off.
   "Slow down, Davey," she murmured, "let me take it off."
   I acquiesced, watching in fascination as she slid the skin-tight garment
off in one smooth movement, leaving her wearing just wispy, miniscule
panties and her hold-up stockings, with her lovely breasts in all their
glory, her nipples right in front of me, ripe for the sucking.  As I'm not
the sort to pass up a good thing, I cupped her buttocks to draw her up and
in to me, and began licking, nibbling, and gently sucking her beautiful,
coral-pink nipples, the fact that they were standing out like chapel
hat-pegs indicating to me the level of her arousal.
   Lori murmured her approval as I lapped, nibbled and sucked at her
nipples, varying the pressure and technique, drawing moans and murmurs of
appreciation and arousal from her, and stretching and shivering like a cat
as I began more serious explorations of her body.  My hands slid her
panties down as far as I could, so I could rub and tease her anal bud.  She
obviously liked this, pushing my chin back so she could clamp her lips over
mine, her tongue snaking between my teeth to fence with my tongue, all the
while rubbing her pussy back and forth over my rapidly hardening cock. 
Lori started fumbling with the waistband of my slacks, trying to undo the
button/catch/button combination that seems to be the norm these days,
eventually grinning in defeat at me.
   "Hold on, let me up a second, I want to get those damn things off!"
   I chuckled, and gently released her, letting her stand up so I could
stand up as well to drop my slacks and shorts, and pull my Polo shirt over
my head.  Lori looked down in mock disapproval.
   "A gentleman always removes his socks, David!"
   I smiled at this, pulling off my socks to stand bare naked in front of
my best girl.
   "Mmm, seems to be functioning according to requirements, so you're off
the hook, stud-boy!"
   Obviously she approved of my revitalised cock, standing out and up, and
getting harder the more she stroked it.
   "Come on Davey, let's play!" she smirked, and I wasted no time in
yanking her tiny little panties all the way off.  I held them up in front
of her, looking at it quizzically.
   "Lori, this thing is more indecent than just being honestly bare-arse
naked, I mean, look at it; it's practically an incitement to riot!"
   "So you don't like it, then?" she pouted, laughter dancing in her eyes.
"I wore them to get you hot, I thought you might need a little assistance
after earlier on..."
   "Oh yes, I love it, it's so...so...well, you, isn't it?"
   "You knew I had a dirty mind," she grinned, "and I wanted to stay within
the law; after all, if I had been in an accident and arrived at the
hospital wearing no panties, well...what would they have thought of me!"
   "If there were any men there, they'd be taking pictures to leer at in
their old age, what else?" I grinned
   All this verbal foreplay was hoisting my best friend ever higher, a fact
she was quick to take advantage of, swaying past me and deliberately
bumping her hip against mine as she made her way to the dining table.  Lori
looked at me, grinned, and bent over to rest her chest and cheek on the
table, looking over at me as she slowly pulled her cheeks open, with a big,
naughty grin on her face.  I was watching all this, wondering what she
wanted to do, when she spoke, her voice low and sultry.
   "I thought you wanted pie, Davey, so come get it!"
   I needed no further prompting, moving in behind her, kneeling down to
admire and examine the fabulous backside and pussy of my centrefold-sister,
taking my time to savour every contour and feature of such breath-taking
scenery.
   "Baby, if you don't start doing something soon, I'm going out and
finding a truck stop!" she purred, wiggling her delectable rump and making
the sculpted hillocks of her comely, biteable bum ripple and jiggle in a
most stimulating manner.
   Unable to wait any longer, I leaned in and started planting light,
feather-touch kisses on her behind, at the juncture of her thighs and her
buttocks, and around her tempting little anal pucker, lightly stroking,
kissing and smoothing her clear glowing skin, slowly moving into the centre
of attention, her pink anus and sleek pussy.  Lori closed her eyes, smiling
archly as I circled in to my target, eventually lapping at her anus,
stabbing my tongue further and further into her, making her squirm and gasp
at each new flick of my tongue.
   When I had her gasping and writhing, I moved my attentions down to her
eager pussy.  Her clitoris was already unhooded, showing that my attention
to Lori's anus had been having the right effect, and I continued lapping
and stabbing with my tongue, this time between her pussy lips.  My nose was
buried in her most womanly parts, smelling the intoxicating musk of her
growing excitement, the sweet scent of the soap she had used to shower and
wash herself underlying the natural musk she was exuding from both holes. I
recalled the remark she had tossed at me recently, about pheromones, and I
realised that her own pheromones were acting on me now, ramping-up my own
sexual responses and firing my chemosensory receptors in continued salvoes,
flooding my system with adrenalin, preparing me for sex with this girl, my
lover, my sister.
   At last, both of us stimulated to a higher level than we had reached so
far, keyed-up to almost fever pitch, I couldn't hold back any longer.  My
need to fuck her almost overwhelmed me as I rose up behind her, shuddering
with lust, need, and heightened sexual response, to knead and squeeze her
firm buttocks as I slowly pushed the purple glans of my engorged cock into
her hot, slick pussy, her own arousal level as highly keyed-up as mine.  I
took her hands as she blindly reached for me, pulling me down across her
back as I began thrusting in long even strokes, now taking my weight
completely on my forearms.  The feeling of her warm springy buttocks
moulding themselves to me as I thrust again and again was erotic and
exciting, the sensation making her gasp and shudder and push back against
me, trying to get as much of my cock into her as she could.
   "Davey, please, stop, not like this...stop...!"
   Surprised, thinking I was hurting her, I stopped and backed away.  Lori
stood up, a little shakily, and tuned to face me, taking my face in her
hands and kissing me hungrily.
   "Davey, I want to do this upstairs, in our bed, not here, not like this;
can we go there, please?" she asked, and I was happy to comply, although a
little puzzled as to why.
   I followed her upstairs, marvelling once again at her perfect rear, into
what had become our bedroom, and allowed her to lead me to the bed, my look
quizzical and slightly puzzled.  She sensed the question, and smiled
knowingly.
   "Darling Boy" she started, "I want to make love, not just fuck, can you
understand that?"
   Immediately it made sense.  Before, we were working-off our lust and
mutual attraction, playing sex-games and having fun, to try and find out
more about each other, about where we could go with each other, and what
our boundaries were; but now, things had changed, and she needed to make
love, not just have sex.  For us, and especially for her, it was to be a
re-statement of our commitment to each other, and she didn't want to sully
what she knew was the start of our lives together, even if she didn't quite
understand that yet.
   For her, what we did now would be the game-changer, something she
realised deep down, that this was how we were supposed to go from here on.
   All of this flashed through my mind in a second, and it felt right, and
fitting.  I was already fully committed to this girl, recognition of this
fact so woven into me now, at such a deep, instinctive level, I would never
be able to consider her as anything other than my mate, forever.
   I lifted her hands, and kissed them both, then kissed her lovely lips
once, saying just one thing, knowing instinctively that it was the right
thing to say just now.
   "Always."
   Lori smiled up at me, relieved to see that I understood and accepted
these changes in her, and what they meant, even if she didn't know how to
express them.  With that, she took my hand and led me into the bed, pulling
me down next to her.  Her arms locked around my neck, and I drowned forever
in her lips, only coming up as she lay back on the bed, inviting me to join
her.  I lay next to her, caressing and rubbing, smoothing and squeezing, my
body shivering and twitching with adrenaline overload, while her eyes
closed in enjoyment.  She suddenly pulled me down onto her, kissing me
passionately, fiercely, amorously, obviously feeling the need to finish
what we had started downstairs.
   I was still rampantly, painfully erect, and now she reached out to grab
my distended cock and squeeze it rhythmically in a persuasive up/down
motion, feelings of complete trust and love for this beautiful girl, my
sister, and wife to be, flooding through me as she pumped.
   "If you keep doing that, you'll miss out on the big finale" I warned
her, hardly able to contain myself, and she grinned, leaving off and
spreading her legs in invitation.  I mounted her, sliding my cock into her
well-lubricated pussy, the slick, dewy flesh parting easily for me, hearing
and feeling her gasp of satisfaction as I filled her.
   She looked into my eyes with love, and trust, and adoration, seeing
those same things in mine as I slowly pumped in and out, working ourselves
toward the consummation we both knew was inevitable and necessary to make
us one.  I speeded-up my thrusts, Lori meeting me thrust for thrust, her
pelvis grinding into me as I fought to restrain myself.  Her breathing
quickened and her movements became more urgent, as did mine, as we fought
to reach that place together.
   And then, suddenly, we did; her eyes snapped open and she screamed "OH
MY FUCKING GOOOODDDD!", shuddering and gasping as orgasm after orgasm
chased their way through her, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over
her. I felt my whole heart collect together and burst out of me, into this
wonderful girl who wanted nothing but me.  I came in such intense waves of
release that I thought my eardrums were going to burst, my vision dimming
as the blood pounded in my head.  I remained locked in place, the tremors
and waves of orgasm shuddering through both of us, adrenaline still pumping
and coursing through me, my groin and midriff clenching and spasming as I
pumped jet after jet of hot semen into her.
   I ducked my head down to kiss my sister on the bridge of her nose when
the flare of release died down somewhat; her eyes fluttered open, and she
grinned at me.
   "Hello, Doctor Man, fancy meeting you here!" she whispered, her eyes
sparkling as the adrenalin rush of her seismic orgasm slowly drained away.
   I rolled over, still embedded in her body, and locked my arms about her
lower back as I held her close to me, almost sobbing for breath, winded and
shattered in the aftershock of my own adrenaline rush.
   "What just happened there?" she asked a little blurrily.
   "Darling Girl," I replied when I could catch my breath, still shaking
and twitching in reaction, "regardless of what a Justice of the Peace says
in some rural courthouse, we are now married!"
   She smiled at me as two big tears rolled down her cheeks.
   "What's up, sweetheart?" I asked in slight surprise.
   "I know I'm being silly, but I just wish Mom and Dad could know how
happy I am, could have been here to share in this with us" she whispered.
   "You're not being silly, poppet, you're being normal.  This is a new
beginning for you, for us, but before you can have a new beginning, you've
got to look back and pick out the best bits that went before, to help you
pick the right way forward.  That was the last thing my father told mother,
and it's still true; but, if mother and Charlie had still been with us,
would we, could we, have ever have come together in this way?"
   Lori looked at up at me with those glorious eyes, like two lambent
sapphires, a wistful expression on her beautiful face.
   "We'd have found a way, Davey, I would have found a way, believe me!"
she smiled, her fingertips lightly grazing my face.  I smiled back and
kissed the tip of her adorable nose.
   "I believe you, baby-girl, and now, we have to get some shut-eye" I told
her, "we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow, and we have a wedding to
plan!"
   Lori grinned at me and pushed her hand between us to grab hold of my
rapidly deflating cock.
   "Let's not get up too early," she smiled, eyes still sparkling with
unshed tears," I plan on enjoying my marriage bed a little!"
   I smiled happily and pulled her in close.  God, she always smelled
delicious; her own feminine odours, the smell of her perspiration, the
sweet smell of her breath, all combined into a single heady scent that
constantly reminded me of fairground cotton candy, or fruit cake, with a
hint of cinnamon or some other sweet, heady spice, nutmeg, maybe, something
almost Christmassy in its connotations and undertones.
   I woke several times during the night, awakened by Lori turning
restlessly, once to see her shoulders shaking as she cried, silently, so as
not to disturb me, which made me feel even more protective toward her.  I
softly stroked her back, and she turned to me, face screwed up as she cried
into my chest.
   "What is it, baby-girl?" I asked gently.
   "What you said earlier about Mom and Dad, I know it's true, but that
doesn't stop me needing them now.  David, what am I going to do without
them?"
   David again.  This was serious; I had to go careful here.
   "You'll have me, and our children, and between us we'll keep their
memory alive.  My father died a long time ago, but he still lives inside
here" I tapped my head, "in my memories of him, his voice, his smile, the
smell of his cigarettes, all the little things.  I only had him for a
little while, but it was enough, and anytime I needed my father, I closed
my eyes remembered his voice, and there he was again.  Mother and Charlie
made sure of that, and so will we; we have a whole lifetime of memories of
mother and Charlie, so many things to remember and treasure; one way or
another, they'll always be with us.  Even though he'll be long gone, little
Charlie and little Lori, and all the other children we'll make will still
be well acquainted with their Grandpa Charlie, I promise you that."
   Lori reached up and pecked me on the cheek, just next to my mouth.
   "How did a blonde like you get to be so deep?" she grinned; for answer I
turned her around, smacked her rump, and pulled her in to me, holding her
as close as I could.
   I sleep light, and Lori seemed to finally have got the answers she
needed, because she slept like a baby, albeit a baby with some spectacular
and very grown-up scenery!
   I woke in the early post-dawn, about 4:30 or thereabouts, to the
pleasurable sensation of a small hand fondling my cock, scratching lightly
on the underside with a fingernail, obviously trying to tease it into a
full-blown erection.
   "What are you doing, baby?" I smiled, watching her grin back in that
dirty, sexy way that only she can do.
   "I was trying to see whether this thing worked on auto-pilot, or if the
flight-crew need to be on-deck to get this little beast," she flicked my
glans, making me jump, "combat ready and airborne!"
   I grinned at her.
   "Not so much of the 'little', you disrespectful tart, I'll have you know
I have thank-you letters and testimonials from some very grateful young
women!"
   "Really?" she grinned, cupping my scrotum in a ring of threatening
fingernails, "do tell, Stud!"
   "That's all in the past" I told her, loftily ignoring her, "a gentlemen
never talks about the ladies in his past; now get up here, woman, we have
an itinerary to plan."
   Lori obediently slid up against me, and almost immediately all thoughts
of itineraries, plans, and anything else disappeared as soon as her warm
flesh came into full contact with mine.  Her pneumatic body felt absolutely
fucking incredible, and right now, all I could think about was slipping my
rapidly inflating boner somewhere inside her.
   "I thought you said we had plans?" she said, staring speculatively at my
erection."What do you plan on doing with that, then?"
   And with that, I rolled her on top of me, my hands planted firmly on her
bum, her legs on either side of me, and her lips within easy reach.  Lori
looked at me with a twinkle in her eye, and I knew she was planning
something, so I jumped the gun on her and pulled her bum cheeks wide,
allowing my cock to drop into position to penetrate either hole.
   "Time to choose, darling; do you want it in the bulls-eye, or should I
aim for double-top?" I asked, using the English darts terms for the centre
target, or the double-Twenty segment at the top of the dartboard to
describe her pussy, or her anus immediately above it in this position
   "Go for the bull's-eye, darling, I want to be able to sit down once or
twice this week!" she grinned, and I needed no further urging, sliding in
my cock into her tight, wet pussy in one long slow push.
   "Oof, thank you Darling, got any other tricks?" she asked .
   "Always happy to oblige, sweetheart" I responded, sliding a finger into
her anus, which I found already lubed-up.
   I raised an enquiring eyebrow at her, and she grinned back at me.
   "I know you so well, you filthy-minded little ass-rapist, so I just took
some early precautions!"
   "What-ho, that's what I need in a wife, someone who thinks ahead!" I
told her in my best upper-class twit voice, making her laugh and jiggle
about in the most appealing way.
   She began to move against me, rubbing her clitoris against me as she
clenched and un-clenched her pussyl muscles, squeezing me delightfully, and
quickly began to show signs of getting there, so I decided to help her
along by inserting another finger into her anus, and pumped them in and out
of her as she pumped against me.
   When her orgasm hit, her anus clamped down on my fingers as her pussy
expanded and contracted around my cock, while she shivered and shuddered
against me as her orgasm peaked and then died away, leaving her breathless
and glowing with sweat.
   "Your turn," she declared, rearing up above me, determined to do what
she could to make me as satisfied as she was.
   "I think I'd like you to stick that in my ass now, Doctor Man!" she
grinned, and who was I to argue with a girl like her?
   "Kneel down, then, facing away from me" I asked her.  Lori duly
complied, and I shuffled on my knees behind her, reaching around to hold
those magnificent breasts of hers.
   "Here goes, baby, are you ready?" I warned her, and once again, at her
nod and grin, thrust my cock into her tight little anus in one long slow
glide, pulling her back against me to keep her upright.
   "I knew you'd like this, you are such a bum-pervert, Denham" she panted,
pumping back against me as I thrust into her hot tightness, feeling her
rectum ripple and squeeze along the length of my cock.
   "Serves you right for being such a hottie!" I retorted.  "Getting
rampantly fucked like this goes with the territory!"
   She swayed forwards, and I followed her down, with my forearms on either
side of her, keeping my cock embedded in her hot arse and pumping long
strokes as hard as I could.  Lori spread her arms wide, grabbing a double
hold of the bedding, while I slid my hands under her, to hold and squeeze
her breasts, keeping my weight on my elbows and forearms.  This seemed a
very natural position, restful for both of us, and very sexy, as I got to
hold her tight to me, while at the same time being able to kiss the nape of
her neck, her back and shoulders, and between her shoulder blades, and
still keep pumping as hard as I could.
   Lori was obviously getting something out of it as well; her breathing
was becoming ragged, and her anus was clenching and contracting around my
cock, sucking at the flesh in a way I found difficult to ignore.  Suddenly,
she stiffened, a loud gasp bursting from her as her orgasm hit, taking me
with her, her anal passage clamping down all round my cock, the exquisite
pressure making my cock spray spunk inside her back passage like I had an
endless supply.  When I came down and withdrew, she turned to me and kissed
me hard and long.
   "Thank you, Lover-Boy!" she whispered.  With that, she slid her arms
around me and held me close, her magnificent breasts flattened against me,
holding me hard against her, until she dropped off to sleep again,
completely sated.
   When I awoke, it was with a start, thinking we had slept the day away.
As my head cleared, I thought to look at my watch; phew, it was only
8:30am. That little minx had woken me at half-past four in the morning to
play, so my time-sense was wobbling a little.  Thank goodness for that, we
had a lot to do today, and only a few hours to do it in.
   I slid out of bed, made a few calls, and slid back in without disturbing
her, then surveyed her as she lay there unawares.  She was lying on my left
side, on her stomach but facing away from me, her right leg bent at the
knee, thrusting her fabulous bum in the air towards me, so I thought I
would wake her as gently as possible, considering what I had done yesterday
afternoon to wake her...
   With this in mind, I started gently kissing and licking her earlobe,
while at the same time lightly rubbing her bumhole in a circular motion
with my left index finger, never penetrating her, that was not the plan; I
just wanted to gently wake her, not shock her into a seizure...
   After a few seconds of this, the nibbling and the stroking, she began to
stir, so I moved away, preparing to kiss her into a more wakeful state.
   "Mmm, that was nice, why did you stop?" she asked sleepily "I was
enjoying that, more, please."
   "No can do, Angel-May", I replied softly, "if I keep that up we both
know what it leads to, and we have things to do, and not much time to do it
in, so up and at 'em, Sleepy-Sally!"
   Lori rolled over and wrapped her arms around me, pulling herself up for
her wake-up kiss, which I gave her with extra nibbling, then smacked her
scenic rump lightly.
   "Right you, shower's over there, and I'm going first, you know you'll
take forever, unless you want to save time and shower together...." I
trailed off as I saw her eyes light up, "...on reflection perhaps solo
showers would be a better idea" I finished, the light of mischief in her
glorious eyes dying back a bit as she saw I was being serious.
   "Remind me, Davey, what are we doing today" she queried, looking both
excited and a little apprehensive.
   "OK, there are the papers you'll need to prove your identity when we
apply for the Marriage License, you know, birth certificate, any other
proof of identity.  I have my passport, so there should be no problem
getting it, and once the license is issued, it will take a couple of days,
then we can be married anywhere in the great state of Maine.  Plus, we are
going to Boston; I made a couple of calls, and there's a British Consul
there, so that will take care of your visa.  As a bonus, I actually
recognised the name, he happens to be my Uncle Richard, Richard
Denham-Grant, although I might want to keep that relationship quiet, at
least for now; I've never actually met him, and we certainly don't want or
need any complications just now!"
   "Davey, you are just so fucking organised!" grumbled Lori, trying to
sound serious, but I could see the mirth bubbling in her eyes and making
her shoulders shake and her beauties jiggle (don't look, dammit, don't
look, you have important things to do...!)
   "Have you left any room in your schedule for anything else?" she asked
innocently.
   "Like what, wench?" I asked with a smile.
   "Oh, I don't know, maybe fucking the living daylights out of me,
perhaps?" she smiled.
   "I'm way ahead of you, you evil-minded little nympho!  I swear, you've
got a mind like a pit of snakes!  We have a suite booked at The Mandarin
Oriental in Back Bay; open booking, so we can stay as long as you want. 
It's a 5-star, so I order you, as your husband-to-be, to pamper yourself!
But first, off to City hall, we need to get the license sorted today,
because I have us booked on an early evening flight with Panic Airlines, or
whatever they call themselves, into Logan, for us to take care of business
tomorrow.  "
   Once we'd showered, and I'd had a good shave, we drove into town and
parked-up in the municipal parking lot.  A very helpful receptionist sent
us to the Municipal Clerk, who helped us fill in the application, checked
and photocopied our identity documents, stamped and notarised the
application, and told us it would be available for collection within 4
business days.  We paid the grand total of $30, $10 each License fee and
$10 for 2 certified copies of the Marriage certificate.  That was it, we
were free to marry anywhere in the State of Maine!
   As it was about that time, we found a small bistro with outdoor seating,
and had a wonderful lobster brunch, enjoying the sea views, the fresh sea
tang in the air, and the white-golden sunlight that they only ever seem to
have in Maine.  Lori, however, seemed to have something on her mind.
   "David, there's something I want to say," she began, "Please don't say
anything, just hear me out, OK?"
   I was mystified, but waited to hear what she had to say.
   "David, I just wanted to say that, now that our getting married is about
to become a real reality, there's something I need to ask you, and I need
you to be completely honest with me.  Is this really, truly what you want?
Because you don't have to do this, just because you feel obligated or
anything; I know you feel guilty over Mom, please don't feel you have do
this out of some sense of duty, or pity or...or...  anything, I'm a big
girl now, I can look after myself; if you think you have to do this, then
it's for the wrong reasons, please don't hurt me like that, I...Davey,
please...!"
   She was crying openly now, and my heart was breaking open to see her so
distraught.
   I scrambled over to hold her, close, drying her glorious eyes, and
kissing her once, gently, on each eyelid.  "Loretta Keene, the only thing I
want in this world is you, to be my wife, my partner, my best friend, and
the mother of my children.  I love you more than anything.  Always remember
that".
   Lori kissed me gently on the cheek, tears still rolling down her cheeks.
   "Are you really, truly sure, Davey?  I love you, Doctor Man, please do
this only because you love me too!""
   For answer I kissed her, hard, my hands roaming over her, heedless that
we were in full view of anyone who happened to look our way.
   "Lori, all I can think of is you; I love you more than anything, and all
I want is for you to be happy, with me, forever.  I love you, Loretta
Keene!"
   "Thank you Davey!" she whispered in my ear, "and now you've made me cry
again!" she smiled at me, eyes still full, "I have to powder my nose, back
soon, Darling Boy!"
   When she returned, her make-up was completely restored, with no sign of
her tears.  I held her hands, lifting her ring to show it to her.
   "This is just a thing, but it's a symbol of forever, always remember
that, my darling wife."
   Lori sat down and contemplated her glass of wine, fiddling with a bread
stick, twirling it casually in her salad dressing.
   "Davey, what time is our flight tonight?" she asked, casually,
innocently.  Yeah, right!
"7:30 p.m., sweetheart.  Why?" I responded, as if I didn't already know.
"Weelll, it's only just gone 11, so we have several hours to kill.  I
don't want to window-shop, the clothes here are terrible, I'd need to be 60
with a prolapse to even think about buying anything here, so I was thinking
we should go home, and pack a couple of bags, and then you should maybe
fuck the hell out me, what say?"
   I had to agree with her, the thought of finally getting our marriage
accomplished was having a decidedly aphrodisiac effect on me; there was a
building tension in my balls that no amount of sunlight, sea air or superb
Maine lobster was going to relieve.  Besides, the interlude just now had
shaken me, and I needed to hold my girl closer than I could out here in
public.
   "My thoughts exactly, you vulgar little girl, you saved me the trouble
of asking!"
   "Darling Boy, the day I turn you down for sex is the day they put me to
bed with a shovel" she told me, and leaned over to give me a warm, loving
kiss, with extra mayonnaise.
   We headed back to the car, me walking with my document folder held in
front to conceal my tremendous hard on.  Even the short drive back seemed
far too long; Lori in the sunlight, wearing her brief sundress and kitten
heels, was a sight that would tempt a Trappist monk into sin.
   Once inside, all restraint fell away, and I had my hands on her lovely
peach of a bum before her purse had hit the table.  She kissed me with a
need that surprised and gratified me, fumbling with my slacks while I
tugged down her scandalously brief panties and pulled her dress straps off
her shoulders.  Her dress slid to the floor, and once again my beautiful
teenage goddess of a sister stood before me, naked, gorgeous, ready to fuck
and be fucked.
   My own clothes had hit the floor by now, and my cock stood up, achingly
erect, waiting to explore its favourite hiding places.  Lori grabbed hold,
pulling me close by my cock, and kissed me gently, lovingly, teasingly
while her hand pumped.  She broke our kiss, turning her back on me, so I
pulled her in tight, holding and fondling her breasts, lightly pinching and
rubbing her nipples while my cock lodged itself in the deep cleft between
her majestic buttocks.  She gasped and began a gentle rise and fall motion,
pumping the cock lodged tightly in her bum crevice, her arms behind her,
holding on to my hips, while I kissed her neck and shoulders, occasionally
pecking her on the lips as she turned her face to me.
   We continued this for a while; it felt so erotic, clean and wonderful,
that I wanted to continue the feeling for as long as possible, but I could
also sense the building arousal in her, as she could in me.  Eventually she
broke away from me to turn around and grab the back of my neck, pulling me
in for a long, deep kiss, while I weighed, moulded, squeezed and rubbed her
spectacular breasts.
   Lori stepped back, and took my hand to lead me to the stairs, and, as
before, I followed, mesmerised again by her amazing, pneumatic backside as
she swayed up the stairs ahead of me.  She led me into the bedroom,
indicating that I lie down on my back, while she knelt on the bed, taking
my cock into her mouth.  At first she lapped and lightly teased with her
tongue, becoming more serious as I became more and more aroused, slipping
the purple glans further and further into her beautiful mouth.  She began a
suctioning motion that I found thoroughly delightful, rubbing her tongue
gently over the tip of my cock, her head dipping further and further until
my cock was completely engulfed in her mouth and throat.  Now she started
contracting her throat around my cock, simultaneously pumping me in and out
of her throat.  This was too much for me, and I came like fury, like molten
copper; my ears rang and my vision blurred as I shot what felt like gallons
of hot sperm into and down her throat.
   When the ringing in my ears subsided, my heartbeat had slowed, and my
vision cleared, I smiled blearily up at her, awestruck.
   "Fucking hell, Lori, where in the name of God did you learn that?" I
asked her.
   She looked innocently at me, blue eyes dancing.
   "Catholic School, of course, silly, where else!"
   God, she was hot!
   Now it was her turn, and I knew what I wanted to do to her.
   "Come here, you tarty little strumpet, I have a present for you!" I
growled.
   Lori slid up the bed next to me and looked at me with the devil in her
eyes.
   "This had better be good!" she smirked, knowing I was going to have to
go some to top what she had just given me.
   "Darling, come here and straddle me, please, facing down the bed, baby!"
I asked her, and Lori complied as she realised what I was going to do with
her.  She rested her hands on my thighs, with her stunning rear view
filling my field of vision, truly a magnificent sight, and her lovely long
creamy legs lying along my sides.  I pulled her into closer proximity, and
grabbed both buttocks, marvelling at the smooth firm hillocks, at the heft
of them, and the springy, taut bounciness of them.  This was a backside to
linger over, a feast for the true arse connoisseur!
   I stabbed gently at her puckered pink target, and around it, not quite
penetrating it with my tongue, but letting her know that penetration was a
definite option!
   Lori murmured, and wriggled delightfully, tilting her behind
insistently, but we had time to savour this experience, so I took my time.
Now I began lapping softly at her pudenda, her labia beginning to swell and
part as her arousal level climbed.  I touched the tip of her hooded
clitoris with the tip of my tongue, lightly, fleetingly, and the effect on
her was immediate and profound.  What had been a pleasurable caressing of
her womanly parts had now become an expression of intent on my part to
explore them more fully, and she knew it, judging by the slow suffusion of
blood as her labia began to blush and swell even further.  My tongue began
a circling motion around her pussy, gently flicking her clitoris, poking
into and squirming between her labia, stabbing more firmly at her anal
entrance, lapping with broader and broader strokes from anus to clitoris
and back again, letting her know that I was worshipping both, tasting her
wonderful juices as her arousal level rose.
   She was quivering and gasping now, jumping every time I touched her
clitoris or anal bud directly, and showing every sign of approaching her
peak of arousal.  Her anus was opening and closing, and her sweet musk was
wafting over me as her pussy juices ran in anticipation of the need for
lubrication.  The musky scent of her pussy and anus was also having a
decidedly arousing effect on me, causing my own need to notch-up several
levels as my chemosensory system tried to cope with the pheromones I was
inhaling from this beautiful creature, those same responses causing my cock
to harden almost painfully in readiness for the end-game.
   "Davey..." she murmured, which was my cue.  My cock had been iron hard
for some time now, the sight before me was stimulating in the extreme, and,
up to now, every time she'd made a grab for it I had murmured "No Baby, not
yet..." to discourage her.
   Now I pulled her upright, she knew what she wanted to do, and guided my
engorged, purpled cock into her tight pussy with a drawn-out hiss of
satisfaction.
   Now she began a slow, purposeful up...down motion, savouring my hardness
in her, while I enjoyed the stunning view of her magnificent flaring
buttocks in all their glory as they danced and quivered with her motion. 
She was the picture of desirable, delectable femininity, the girl still
plainly visible in this sexually adventurous woman, and she was mine!
   Her movements became faster as she approached her climax, her head
thrown back and little cat-sounds coming from her as she rode my cock with
increasing urgency, faster and faster until, with a sound somewhere between
a hiss and a scream, she orgasmed, her body quivering and shuddering with
the force of each tremor as it raced through her, her hands interlaced with
mine, knuckles white as she rode out the intensity of her release.
   Gradually, her shuddering subsided, her death-grip relaxed, and she
slumped forward onto my thighs, the picture of satisfied womanhood.
   "How was that, darling wife?" I asked her, when I judged her breathing
was something approaching normal.
   "Wonderful, Doctor Man, couldn't you tell?" she panted.  "Let me ask YOU
a question now, you horn dog; where the hell did you learn THAT?"
   "Also, Catholic School" I flipped back at her, "Those nuns, eh, it
wasn't all hymns and Latin, you know...!"
   "Eewww, you are such a disgusting, lying, ass-humping pervert!" she
laughed, "but now, what do you plan on doing with this thing sticking in
me?"
   "Well, I have a cunning plan" I told her, "I was going to let it drop,
and get in a power nap before we have to leave."
   "Don't do that" grinned Lori, "if you do, you'll have a case of Lover's
Balls fit for the medical journals.  Onwards and upwards, boy, use your
imagination!"
   "Well, then, Darling Girl, if you don't mind..."
   And with that I raised Lori enough to withdraw my cock from her pussy,
and gently slide it into her pink, fluttering anus.
   "I might have known!  You've earned it, though, Doctor Pervert, have
fun!" she hissed as she began to rise and fall, an insistent motion that,
coupled with the constriction of her anus around my cock, I found extremely
stimulating.  As if that weren't enough, the sight of my cock pumping in
between those delectably sleek, globular buttocks flaring down from her
tiny waist, the feel of her anus stretched tight around my cock, and the
sight and sensation of my cock dragging her anal ring in and out as she
pumped up and down on it, took me over the top in no time, my cock spraying
sperm into her back passage, the combination of her motion and her
contracting anus milking my cock of every drop.
   "David Denham, you are a dirty, filthy, perverted, bum-hungry,
cock-knocking little sex-goblin, did you know that?" she breathed, finally
disengaging as I tried to stop seeing stars.
   "Oh I know that" I retorted, "Tell me something new.  You, however, are
a cock-crazy, ass-fucking little shag-monkey, did you know that?"
   Lori grinned at me and climbed off the bed.
   "It must run in the family.  And now I need another shower, I reek of
sex, and, as you were good enough to point out, this is not a good thing in
a confined space!"
   "Actually, to me, you smell like a Victorian Christmas Pudding, rich and
sweet and spicy; I love it!" I told her seriously.
   Lori dimpled, blowing me a kiss as she turned to make for the door.
   "While I'm showering, pick out some clothes for you to take, there's a
pair of flight bags on top of the closet in my old room, take them down
please, we'll need them."
   She suddenly dimpled again.
   "Listen to me, I'm already ordering you around like a wife, better get
used to it, hot-shot!"
   I sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled her close by the simple
expedient of grabbing her biteable buttocks, and lightly clamping her
nipple with my lips.
   "What are you doing, Davey, we're on the clock, or have you forgotten?"
she asked, grinning as I nibbled and flicked the taut, rubbery nub.
   I released her delectable nipple so I could speak to her.
   "Darling Wife, in a few months time, these are going to be fully
occupied by at least one lucky little infant, so I'm getting my time in
now!"
   Lori's eyes welled up, and she moved in closer, to hug my head against
her chest.
   "Oh, Darling Boy, there'll never come a time when I have no time for
you; you're my Prince Charming, and I need you to keep prodding me with
that thing down there!  Don't worry; I promise you, you'll always my first
priority, except when the kids need me, of course.  That will be your cue
to go learn how to garden or fix cars, or groom dogs, or whatever!"
   "Kid's eh"?  I looked at her quizzically, "How many were you planning
on, then?"
   Lori dimpled.
   "I want blonde little boys who look like their father and brunette
little sisters for them to protect, like my big brother always did for me!"
   "So, at least four" I mused, "We'll have to buy a suitable house, then,
with some land, room for a tree-house, maybe a Play-House as well, probably
get rid of the old place, hmmm."
   "What are you talking about, Doctor Man?  What 'old place'?  Have you
got a house in England then?" she asked.
   "Of course," I replied, "Where did you think I lived?"
   Lori grinned at me.
   "Under a bridge, with the rest of the trolls, of course!"
   "Lori, I have my father's old house, where he and mother lived, where I
was born.  You've seen the pictures of it, mother and father outside, with
me on a tricycle.  It was part of the trust; it reverted to me when I was
18, when we get married it's yours, if you want it."
   "Do you mean you rattle around in that big old place all alone?  Poor
baby, my poor, poor Darling Boy, all alone in that spooky place!"
   "My darling," I said, "we're going to need somewhere to settle down,
raise babies, and call home.  I'm not in the least bit attached to that
ugly, freezing mausoleum, I barely remember living there, I was so young
when I left, and I go there now as seldom as I can.  I usually live in a
rented flat in south London, near the hospital, but that's far to pokey for
a princess like you, especially if we're going to be having babies as soon
as I hope!  Plus, given the way you howl when you fuck, we really don't
want any close neighbours!
   "How about this; what say we ditch that ghastly old crypt and look for
somewhere that actually suits us, instead?  We'll easily be able to afford
it, you know; my trust fund earned an obscene amount of money, and other
than tuition fees and essential living expenses, I haven't actually touched
a penny of it, so let's spend some of it.
   All the time I was speaking I was rubbing, squeezing and jiggling her
bounteous bum-flesh, lifting and separating the buttocks to stretch open
her bumhole, and occasionally lightly rubbing a fingertip against her anal
bud, while intermittently nibbling and flicking her nipples with the tip of
my tongue, and it was beginning to have an effect.  Lori was wriggling and
squirming delightfully, holding my head to try and keep still while we
talked.
   "Honey, if you keep that up, you're gonna have to do something about
it!" she breathed, "Just stay still for a second..." She wiped me down with
an antibacterial wet-wipe.
   "There, that should do it.  Now, what time is it, Doctor Man?"
   "It's just a little after 2 o'clock.  Why?" I asked artlessly, knowing
full well why she was asking.
   "Good!" she breathed, "come here, you!"
   She launched herself at me, pushing me back on the bed and sliding in
next to me.
   "Whatever is the matter, Miss Keene?" I asked in my best bedside manner.
   "Oh Doctor Denham" she murmured, "I think I need one of your special
injections, could you give it me right now?"
   "Always happy to oblige" I grinned, sliding my hands all over her body,
marvelling anew that this spectacular girl wanted me.
   I dipped my head down to kiss her on her throat, her neck, her
shoulders, the tight shadowed valley between her marvellous breasts, her
nipples, in fact, any patch of bare skin I could reach to plant a kiss on.
Lori busied herself fondling my arching cock, fully sprung to life at the
feel of her body next to mine, giggling if I hit a ticklish spot, but
always kissing me eagerly, hungrily when I returned to her lips.
   My probing hands eventually found their way down to her pussy lips, with
feather-light caresses of her swelling clitoris, and her kisses immediately
became more lingering, her breathing deeper, and her hand on my cock firmer
and more insistent as she pumped slowly up and down.
   Lori tilted her head up to me, her lips parted, her eyes sparkling,
telling me all I needed to know, so I moved over her, hovering above her
preparatory to mounting her.
   She guided me in, and I went in gently this time; this was me making
love to my wife, not having a 'nooner' with my best girl, so no sweaty
sexual gymnastics, no frenzied pounding, nothing but a couple in love
making love.  Lori felt this, and, after our epiphany last night, knew that
this was part of that same experience, something to be treasured and
cherished, and renewed every so often.
   I pulled her in close to me, being careful to keep my weight on my arms
and off her, and kissed her wonderful lips as I pumped my shaft in and out,
making her gasp and flutter her hands on my back and sides.  I felt like I
could have kept doing this with her forever, but Lori had other ideas, and
began to raise up to meet my thrusts, bringing her clitoris in contact with
the rough wiry hair at the root of my cock, the sensation making her dig
harder and harder at me, staring up at me with those incredible violet
eyes, trust and love shining out of them, until suddenly her eyes squeezed
shut and her pussy constricted as the first wave of her orgasm hit her, a
burst of her hot juices flooding my cock as she came.
   "Oh God...  Oh God...Oh God..." was all she could say, as she dug her
heels into the bed and lifted her pelvis up to meet mine, the continuing
pulses in her pussy finally pushing me over the edge, and my cock began
pumping my semen into her as hard as I could, flooding her canal and
spilling out to pool with her own ejaculate on the sheets beneath us...
   My cock eventually stopped twitching and spurting, and Lori opened her
eyes to smile at me, a tear in the corner of each eye, tears I was happy to
kiss away from those glorious eyes.  I withdrew, making her gasp as tails
of orgasm chased through her once more, and then I was lying next to her,
spent, at least for now, but ready to rise to the occasion if she needed me
to, such was the depth of my love for this girl.
   "Thank you, Darling Boy," she whispered, "that was, as always, fucking
amazing, how do you do it?"
   To be honest, I didn't know myself.  I had never considered myself a
cocksman, and had never really been more than a once-a-night kind of lover,
never a student stud, like some of my med-school colleagues, and had only
had a few good, but unremarkable, sexual experiences.  Nothing had ever led
me to believe I had the stamina for anything more prolonged than that, but
with Lori I felt I could fight all day and fuck all night!  On one steak
and a lobster salad, to boot!  Frankly, I was astonished at my performance
so far; my new-found ability to ready myself again and again over the
course of a day came as a bit of a shock to me, albeit a pleasant one, and
could only put it down to Lori's influence.
   "You inspire me, Darling Wife, you are making me what you think I should
be, and I thank you for it!" I replied, licking and nuzzling her, once
again roaming my hands over her, but not trying to arouse her this time,
rather convincing myself that this ravishing creature was real, that she
was here, and that she was mine.  The fact that she was my little sister no
longer even surfaced to flash a fin, it was simply no longer relevant, of
no consequence, gone forever, deleted from our consciousness.
   My hands slipped around her waist and grabbed her buttocks, lightly
pinching and my fingers brushed over her anus again.  Lori's eyes flicked
open, and I kissed the tip of her nose.
   "Don't worry, Kitten, no more bum-humping 'til we get to Boston; then
you're fair game, deal?
   "Deal!" she agreed, jumping up and wrapping my shirt around herself as
she went to start hunting out some outfits to take to Boston.
   "Lori!" I called out; "just bring some slacks, a top, and some really
slutty underwear; we'll go shopping and buy everything you need.  And you
won't need any nightwear; you'll never get that far!" I smirked to myself.
   She walked back in the room, a collection of thongs like multi-coloured
dental floss draped over her hand.
   "What do you want me to wear, Doctor Man?" she asked, innocently.
   I leered at her."What you've got in your hand looks good enough to me,
it's not like you'll have a chance to put much mileage on them!"
   "You dirty-minded sex-maniac, my daddy warned me about boys like you!"
she grinned, and left the room again, calling me in after her to get the
travel bags down from on top of the closet.
   "Darling, we don't need two bags, we'll buy what we need in Boston.  I
brought fuck all clothes with me when I came back, so let's just buy new!"
   She looked at me levelly.
   "Are you always so wasteful, Doctor Man?"
   "Of course not" I replied," but the fact is, I've been wearing the same
3 outfits in rotation for the last 4 weeks, and I need some clothes, these
weren't new to begin with, and they're starting to look threadbare.  Plus,
I want to spend money on my girl, I want to treat her to all the clothes,
shoes, jewellery she wants, why is that so wrong?"
   Lori walked over to me, her eyes a mystery.
   "Say that again, Doctor Man."
   "What, my girl?  But you are my girl, and you always will be.  I want to
spoil you a little before we're married, because I know after we're married
you'll want to watch every penny.  You won't need to though; I told you, my
trust fund is bulging at the seams, we have enough money to be as
extravagant as you like, once in a while, or as often as you like!"
   She looked curiously at me.
   "So just how much money is there in this fabled 'Trust-Fund',
Rockefeller, really?"
   "I told you, Darling Girl, last month, according to the statement from
the fund managers, the fund currently totalled something approaching
twenty-eight million pounds sterling -- about forty-five million dollars or
so.  I understand from the managers and trustees that my father loaded all
the capital and investments he made and inherited into the trust to stop
his relatives getting their grubby mitts on it.  The money's there, we can
spend it, or save it for our children, it's your choice."
   Lori's eyes were like saucers.  "What do you do with all that money?"
   "Me?  Nothing; I didn't earn it, so I don't think of it as mine, more a
sort of family legacy, to keep safe and pass along.  I grew up without it,
normal, well mostly, not like some pampered, socialite Trust-Fund Brat, so
I really never had a need for it.  It paid for my schooling, enabled me to
catch-up with my peers at school and get into medical school, but that's
all I've ever spent.  I love the things that feel real, corn-dogs and baked
beans, County Fairs and roadside fried chicken, biscuits and gravy,
Blockbuster and popcorn on Saturday night, not champagne and caviar.  My
salary is more than enough to live comfortably, my needs are minimal,
everything I have I paid for myself, with money I earned, and I value it
because of that.  I have Charlie to thank for teaching me that."
   Lori persisted.
   "Why do you bother, is what I'm trying to get at; after all, you don't
have to work, ever, so why punish yourself with such a heavy workload?"
   "Because that's how Charlie taught me to do things, aren't you
listening? I may be English, but I'm also a corn-fed Iowa boy.  The best
thing Charlie ever did for me was to give me his Protestant work-ethic, and
teach me not to accept money I didn't earn; the easy way out didn't come
easy to him, and it doesn't come easy to me.  Lori, I didn't pick cardio to
show-off, and I don't do the surgery to practice my skills or earn big
bucks; I wanted to be a surgeon, just like my father, in the same
specialised field.  Operating on the Cardio-Thoracic rota is frightening;
if you get it wrong, somebody may die, so you operate at the peak of
terror, but watching and double-checking everything you do; Charlie taught
me to be that way, to be just like him.  If you get blasé about it, you
will make mistakes, possibly fatal errors.  I do it to see them walk out
and get their life back, that's the reward, that's what drove my father,
and my grandfather, and I like to think that's what keeps me going back in
there.  Is it stressful?  Yes.  Is it worth it?  I think so."
   "Now git, you need a shower, I need a shower, and we've only got a
couple of hours.  Don't forget to pack the documents we'll need!
   We were ready, washed, waxed, polished, and smelling slightly minty when
the taxi arrived and whisked us off to the airport, mid-way between Bar
Harbor and Ellsworth, a pleasant drive and a nice little airport.  Our
flight was a slightly suspicious-looking elderly twin-prop aircraft, but we
were assured it was safe and fully certificated; I was still slightly
nervous about lumbering into the sky in this antique, and spent the short
journey trying not to think of Richie Valens, Buddy Holly, Jim Reeves,
Patsy Cline, Otis Redding, Ricky Nelson, Jim Croce, John Denver...
   The flight into Logan was uneventful, slower than I was used to, but,
given the nature of the transportation, not bad, at least we actually
arrived in one piece, and Lori didn't have TOO much of a struggle to make
me let go of the safety belt and quit reciting 'Now I lay me down to
sleep..."
   We took a taxi into town to our hotel.  Lori was impressed, to say the
least, as was I, with the quality of the suite, and was more than
interested in the super-king bed provided.
   "Davey, how many people do they expect to fit in that thing?" she asked,
"It's gigantic!"
   "It just means I'll have to run harder to catch you, my dear!" I
simpered at her, making her shriek and dodge around the other side of the
bed.  I caught her by leaping onto the bed and tackling her, bearing her
down onto the bed for a victory kiss and a quick squeeze and grope.
   "No!  Bad Troll!  Down!  Heel, I say, Heel!" she squealed as I attempted
a more serious grab at some goodies, "No, later!  Down, Boy!  N'Gawa,
Cheetah!  N'Gawa!"
   She giggled as I continued to squeeze and tickle her.
   "I need food, Moneybags, beef on a reef, ribs, chicken, anything, Feed
Me, Seymour!"
   I was more than slightly interested in locating more of Lori's goodies,
but deferred to my darling sister.
   We had dinner reservations in the hotel restaurant, so went down and had
a very good, varied selection of seafood and steaks, some excellent wine,
and, a treat for me, an ice-cold Fuller's IPA beer from England, malty,
hoppy and creamy smooth, and talked softly about our plans over coffee and
chocolates, before deciding to call it a night.
   Back in our suite, Lori unpacked our toiletries and went off to have a
shower, alone, as she'd taken pains to emphasise, so I flicked on the TV
and tried to take an interest in the world, which was difficult, as my
world was busy soaping up without me present!  I had briefly considered
sneaking in and ambushing her with a fully-loaded erection, but I knew that
tone of voice-when she used it, she usually meant it.
   Presently she reappeared, looking refreshed and very desirable in the
voluminous courtesy bathrobe, her hair dried and smelling of peaches,
brushed and tumbled down her back, very appealing!
   "Your turn, Rockefeller, get fresh and do it quick, I have plans for
you!" she grinned, and my heart leaped -- she had been quiet, almost
subdued, most of the evening, so it was nice to see her back on form.
   "As my lady commands," I mocked, "does my lady have any further
instructions?"
   Lori replied by kissing me, properly, with intent, a fact my best friend
rapidly became fully aware of as she squeezed and manipulated my manly
bits.
   "Fuck showering, you can do that later," she breathed, "I want slow time
with your friend here!"
   "As you command" I said, dropping my slacks to reveal my state of
arousal.  I was wearing trunk briefs, and my condition was plainly visible,
a sight that made her eyes twinkle.
   "You'll do" she noted, an adorable pixie expression on her face, half
serious, half humorous, "Now come over here please, I need your opinion on
something."
   I obliged, and Lori stood up, letting her robe drop to the floor,
placing her hands behind her head to pose for me.  It was a breathtaking
sight; she looked like Venus rising from the waves, her magnificent body
sculpted by nature into a thing of incredible beauty, sexual attraction
radiating from her in waves.  My cock, already at half-mast, sprang to full
stretch, constricted painfully by the waistband of my briefs.
   She was wearing the tiniest, most indecent pair of panties I had ever
seen, a mere V-shaped band at the front, the V swooping down to (just)
cover her pudenda, then girdling her hips to disappear in two narrow,
curved ribbons of material down and into the cleft of her shapely bum; a
thing of beauty, the absolute epitome of the lingerie designers art,
panties that made a woman look more naked than if she were actually naked!
My hands itched to grab this vision, peel those heavenly panties off (but
carefully, Oh!  so carefully!), and subject her to an extended monkey-fuck!
   "What do you think, Doctor Man, will I do?" she cooed, raising herself
up on the balls of her feet and dropping down again, making her
marvellously pneumatic body jiggle and quiver, a sight absolutely
guaranteed to make any living male bite through steel bars and beat his
chest.
   "God, yes!" I breathed, "you're incredible, come here, you!"
   Lori stepped over to me, her pixie grin on her face, as I reached for
her.
   "Are you going to keep me, then?" she enquired winsomely.
   For answer I ran my finger up her body, from her barely concealed pussy
lips to her chin, before touching her on her perfect lips.
   "Only if you kiss me" I said, and my beautiful sister's arms enfolded me
as she planted a 20-megaton kiss on my lips.  I ran my hands down her
flanks, and hooked my thumbs in the waistband of her almost non-existent
panties, cocking an eyebrow at her.
   "Go ahead, you know you want to" she smiled at me, so I started to slide
that wisp of material down her smooth flanks, cock lurching at the
incredibly sexy sight of that tiny piece of lingerie sliding down her
marvellous thighs, until they floated to the floor.  Lori smiled at me, and
turned sideways on to me, one of my favourite views of her, as it
emphasised the jut of her breasts against the flatness of her stomach, and
the firm round hillocks of her globular buttocks, the springiness of her
taut young flesh, and the glowing whiteness of her skin against the raven
tumble of her hair.
   I turned her face to mine, and kissed her, deeply, longingly as my hands
wandered down her body, front and back, one hand eventually lingering and
caressing her tender pussy lips, the other hand rubbing fingertips up and
down the cleft of her buttocks, lingering at her anal bud, index finger
describing soft circles around her rear entrance while I caressed her pussy
with the other.  Lori was standing perfectly still, eyes closed and lips
parted, a little flutter of her neck muscle as she swallowed the only sign
that she was responding to my caresses.
   I continued stroking and caressing her, I was in no rush, and I knew she
loved the 'softly, softly', slow-burn approach, so I took my time,
gradually increasing the pressure and frequency of my caresses, slipping in
and out of her pussy, now, and pressing more insistently against her anal
entrance.
   She was definitely feeling the effects of my frigging her so gently; her
breathing was becoming shallower and more rapid, and I could see her pulse
quickening, as she slowly flushed light pink across her neck and breasts.
Her nipples had erected, vivid coral-pink nubs, begging to be sucked and
suckled, and her pussy was beginning to moisten as her arousal intensified.
Now Lori reached for me, for the waistband of my briefs, and started to
roll them down.  I let her do it, as I didn't want to break my rhythm, or
undo what I had achieved so far.  Almost in a trance, she pushed my briefs
down far enough to release my throbbing cock, and took hold of it her small
warm hand.
   Kissing me with serious intent, she began a slow squeezing, pumping
motion, priming my cock for what was to come, as I began more seriously
groping and rubbing my gorgeous half-sister's pussy and anus.
   Lori broke our kiss to look up at me and smile, indicating with her eyes
that she wanted to get on the bed, so we moved to the bed, me sitting down
on the edge, with her sitting on my lap, both of her arms now wrapped
around my neck, French-kissing each other, fencing with our tongues while
my hands held her tight against me.
   "Back, lie down" she whispered, which I did, and she straddled me,
rising up as she took my cock in hand to guide it into herself.
   Sure of her aim, she slowly lowered herself, engulfing my cock in her
warm, tight pussy, her eyes closed and her bottom lip caught between her
teeth.  She looked so adorable, so truly, truly beautiful at that moment, I
nearly came out of sheer sexual overload, and had to resort to mentally
reciting medical texts, differential equations, the principal exports of
Sweden, and images of Dr Ruth and Margaret Thatcher to stop me blowing my
top!
   She began a slow rise and fall motion, pacing herself, controlling her
own arousal, her hands on my chest to give her support, working herself up
to where she wanted to be.  I reached up and started rubbing and lightly
pinching her lovely nipples, holding her breasts while I rubbed her nipples
with my thumbs, flicking them to watch the effect it was having on her. 
Lori began to breathe faster, her arousal building, the sensations in her
pussy obviously getting the better of her.  I began lifting to meet her as
she moved down.
   "No Honey, let me do this....." she gasped out, continuing her motion,
her pace increasing as I rubbed and squeezed and flicked her nipples.
   My hands slipped down to her buttocks, and I began caressing her anal
bud, probing and withdrawing in time with her motion, Lori saying "yes, do
that...do that..." as I increased pressure, her tempo increasing and mine
following suit.  Eventually, I slid my finger into her anus, followed by a
second finger, widening her passage and plugging it at the same time.  Her
eyes fluttered closed, and her head lolled back as her breathing quickened,
coming in short gasps, until, at last, she hit that peak, her orgasm rolled
through her in waves, and she screamed out loud with the intensity of her
release.  Her anus tightened almost painfully around my fingers, and I
could feel the spasms of orgasm hit her again and again in my fingers, in
the constriction and release of my cock as her pussy pulsed, and in the
fluttering of her thigh muscles clamped around my sides.
   Lori slumped forward onto me, her head on my chest, as she fell into the
afterglow, her heart racing and her breathing quick and shallow.  I
caressed her hair, ran my hands up and down her back, from her buttocks to
the nape of her neck, kissing her hair and inhaling her lovely peach smell,
until eventually she raised her head to smile at me, eyes sparkling after
the storm.
   "Fucking Hell, Davey that was...that was...un-fucking-believable, I have
never come like that before, what have you done to me Doctor Man?" she
asked, looking at me with love and complete adoration.
   "I tried an old English folk trick on you, Kitten" I grinned at her.
   "What was that then?" she smiled, "Victorian Aphrodisiac?  Eye of newt?
Dipping your dick in Spanish fly?  Buggering badgers in the forest?  Out
with it, Blondie!"
   "It's simple; I just made you fall in love with me!" I said in mock
seriousness.
   "You fucking charlatan, I was there already!" she laughed.  "Now, you
know what I want you to do, make it good, Doctor Man!"
   Lori leaned forward slightly, to allow my cock to withdraw, and, kissing
me and licking my lips, positioned it with her right hand at the entrance
to her anus.
   "When you're ready Davey; just remember, Darling Boy, slow at first,
please, no ramming it in, you're not loading a fucking howitzer, OK?"
   "As always, my darling," I answered, pulling her down to kiss her, and
begin pushing with slow, steady pressure.  Lori hooked her arms under mine,
while my hands snaked down to grab hold of her wonderfully grabbable bum,
holding and weighing each buttock cheek as I slowly pulled them apart,
allowing my cock to penetrate ever deeper into her anal opening.
   Lori looked at me, and then raised herself up, to rest both hands on my
chest, and begin that same rhythm again, only this time pleasuring a
different place.  I began pumping up to meet her downward motions, and we
bucked and humped together, our mutual pleasure building, arousal levels
peaking higher and higher with every thrust.
   Eventually, inevitably, we reached our crescendo, Lori coming with a
loud groan, slumping forward onto my chest, her anus spasming and rippling
as she orgasmed, my cock swelling up to fill her rear passage as I shot
what felt like most of the blood in my body out of the tip of my cock; with
every spurt, Lori, jumped, with a little "Oh...Oh"
   When our hearts had slowed to almost normal, Lori said "let me off,
honey", and so I disengaged and rolled onto my side, pulling her down onto
the bed next to me, shattered and satisfied, for now at least.
   She looked up at me and said "What have you done to me, you dirty little
butt-goblin?"
   "Filled you up, as requested," I replied, "I think I can honestly say, I
have topped-off your tank properly." I parted her lovely buttocks.
   "Yup, that looks like a proper cream-pie to me!"
   Lori jumped up, a panicked look on her face.
   "Quick, get me a towel, you perverted ass-rapist, I can feel it all
pouring out of me, and I'm not sleeping in it.  Think of the mess!" she
giggled.  Then a thought struck her.
   "Oh no, when they come to change the sheets, they'll know what we've
been doing!" She looked mortified.
   I laughed at her expression.
   "Baby Girl, if I have my way, by the time we leave, they'll be able to
snap the sheets over their knees!  Darling, the whole hotel got a good look
at you today.  Believe me, they know exactly what we're doing; they'd think
there was something wrong with us if we weren't doing exactly what they
thought we were doing!"
   Lori looked puzzled as she worked this one out, and then giggled
guiltily, her dirty little mind seeing the funny side.
   "OK, fair enough, but just get me that towel, I repeat, I am not
sleeping in the wet patch!"
   I woke nice and early, the summer morning sunshine throwing bars of
light across the bed, eventually rousing me at some ungodly hour, but, once
I'm awake, I have to get up.  Lori was still out for the count, bless her,
and I decided I could do with a long leisurely shower, a good close shave,
and a proper breakfast ; none of this 'Continental Breakfast' nonsense,
either, the French live on those; it's probably why they're so unstable.
   Having finished my freshening-up, I intercepted the Room Service with
our breakfast's so as not to disturb Lori.  I got the trays ready, and then
woke her up by slowly sliding the sheets down, rubbing an ice-cube from the
min-bar on my tongue to make it cold, and then jabbing it sharply into her
anus.  The effect was electric!  Lori bounced upright with a shriek,
disoriented and confused, to see me grinning at her.
   "Good morning Pretty Lady!  Breakfast is ready, Danish bacon, sausage,
scrambled eggs and a Texas stack for you, with enough coffee to float a
battleship, and 2 poached eggs on buttered toast with two English bangers,
mushrooms, bacon, grilled tomatoes, wholemeal toast, butter and English
marmalade, with a pot of tea for me.  Milady, your groaning breakfast table
awaits!"
   Lori grinned at me, and then narrowed her eyes.  "If you ever wake me
like that again...." she gritted, leaving the threat hanging.
   "Pish and Tosh" I replied," I love nuzzling your little rosebud, your
lovely little pink Sheriff's Star, that delectable Hershey Kiss you keep so
well lubricated for me, and if the fancy arises in me to rouse you by so
nuzzling, then, I am afraid, nuzzle I shall, so there!"
   She smiled at that, padded over to the breakfast as naked as a jaybird,
and sat down, eying her breakfast treats.
   "I meant what I said, you weak-kneed, tea-drinking English milksop, if
you do that again I'll cut off something you're gonna end up needing, so
help me!"
   I roared with laughter; at last, her raucous sense of humour was
reasserting itself.
   "We have a busy day today, baby," I reminded her, "plans are in place, I
made some calls yesterday, so let's get the actual business over with as
soon as possible, then we can have a holiday.  So, first to the bank, we
have to pick up your financials, and then over to the British Consulate for
your visa!"
   Lori smiled at me as she tucked in to her breakfast.
   "I had visions of us trundling around Boston for several days, going
from pillar to post," she said, "now you've closed it all down in one
morning!  You're good; I definitely think I'll keep you!"
   "Good, my darling, now eat up, we need to get moving soon.  The hotel
has a car and driver booked for us for the day, he'll be outside from
11:30, and the mid-morning traffic can apparently be a little...difficult,
so, chop-chop!"
   "Darling Boy, its 8 o'clock in the morning!  Now that I've had
breakfast, I need a little dessert!"
   "Would you like a blueberry muffin?" I asked innocently, getting the
finger and a filthy grin in reply.
   "I see I've created a monster, here" I sighed, undoing my slacks; Lori
sitting naked at the table was a very tempting sight, though, and I owed
her a little fun and games for the rude, crude, and vulgar way I had
awakened her.
   She undulated to her feet, grace and poise radiating from her,
interesting ripples of all kinds running across her taut, firm body, and I
shrugged myself out of the remainder of my clothes and headed for her with
serious intent.
   We slid our arms about each other, my hands automatically seeking out
her lovely bum, to grab, mould and knead the wonderfully pliant flesh while
simultaneously clamping my lips about hers, Lori returning my kiss no less
fervently.  We manoeuvred ourselves onto the bed without breaking our kiss,
my erection rubbing and straining against her smooth flat belly, her hands
seeking it out to rub, squeeze and pump.
   I returned the favour by palming her delightful pussy, rubbing my hand
over her pussy in a circular motion, feeling my hand become slick with her
own version of morning dew.  Lori began to murmur into my mouth, never once
breaking lip-lock, and I pushed her back onto the pillows, to land on top
of her, hands taking my weight as she tightened her hold around my neck,
pulling me in to kiss her even more passionately.  I had never been kissed
so hard, and so erotically, before and my erection was raging by now, eager
to play.
   I eventually had to surface for air, Lori looking at me with hooded
eyes.
   "Finish what you started, Doctor Man" she murmured, and I proceeded to
do just that.  She drifted her legs apart, letting me know what she wanted,
and so I mounted her slowly, taking my weight on my elbows and sliding my
hands under her bottom to squeeze and hold her perfect buttocks as I slowly
thrust forward, dipping down to meet her parted lips, while her hands
roamed over my face and neck.  I began pumping, slowly, gradually
increasing my tempo as our mutual excitement rose, Lori raising up to meet
me, with me supporting her pelvis as she thrust back at me, both of us in
perfect synchronisation.
   She began pumping her pelvis faster and faster, and my thrusts held time
with her, both of us straining to meet at the same place, pumping and
thrusting, gasping and groaning, until she could hold back no longer hold
back.  Her orgasm hit her with shattering intensity, making her scream out
loud.
   "Oh God, Oh God...Oh Fuck...Oh Shiiiittt....Oh MY FUCKING
GOOODDDD!!!...YESSS!!!"
   The ripples from her convulsing pussy walls sucked and squeezed at my
already hyper-stimulated cock, making me come in a jet of sperm that hosed
into her, feeling once more like I was pumping my life's blood into this
girl-woman, my sister, the woman I loved.
   We lay together afterwards, filmed in sweat, nibbling and caressing each
other, savouring the post-coital glow, enjoying the closeness, until we had
to get ready for our biggest day to date.
   Our morning in Boston was a breeze, we were in and out of the bank in a
few minutes with all the confirmation documents Lori needed, and the
appointment at the Consulate was neither long nor difficult.
   The British Consul, 'Uncle' Richard, was a very helpful and polite
gentleman, about the same age as my father would have been, with a dry,
quiet wit that Lori found utterly captivating, and charming, olde-worlde
manners that had her completely spellbound.  After a short preamble, he
announced that he had approved Lori's visa, the decision letter would be
ready when she collected her passport the following day, and then
congratulated us on our decision to get married, wishing us luck and
happiness
   He smiled at both of us.
   "Well, that was me speaking ex-cathedra, as it were; I do like to see
young people in love, it's so rare these days!  Oh, and I did recognise the
name as well, by the way, that and the distinctive Denham features, and of
course, that shock of fair hair, young fellow, just like your father!  I
must say you look amazingly like him!  He was a handsome devil, and quite a
ladies-man, I hope you won't mind me saying so!  My dear late mother was
your father's aunt, your great-aunt.  I'm actually your cousin, or rather,
your father's cousin."
   He paused, looking into the distance as memory overtook him.
   "The last time I saw David, your father, was my wedding day.  I was so
very sad to hear of his passing, he was a dear, dear friend, more like a
younger brother than my cousin, and such a rascal; my dear late mother
adored him; she always said that, along with my younger brother, she
couldn't decide if we were the three musketeers, or the three stooges!  You
have my card, do drop me a line, I know my wife, your aunt Sophie would so
like to meet you; David carried quite a torch for her, you know, back in
our undergraduate days, but I was the one who won her!"
   I thanked him formally for his assistance, using his title, and he
winked at me.
   "When none of the staff are around, I'm just Uncle Richard, my boy!"
   He shook my hand and clapped me on the arm in congratulation, and bowed
over Lori's hand, before kissing it.
   "Welcome to the family, my dear, we could do with some looks like yours
to freshen up the old gene pool a little, I dare say.  You really are a
most ravishing creature, young David is so very, very lucky to have caught
you!"
   Lori wilted under this charm offensive, and impulsively kissed his
cheek, which startled him, but made him twinkle happily as well.
   "Thank you, Uncle Richard, when we get married you will definitely be
invited, in fact, as I have no family of my own, and I don't know anyone in
England other than Davey, and you are family, after all, would you do me
the honour of giving me away?"
   The old boy looked stunned, and really quite amazed, but rallied
magnificently.
   "My dear, dear child, the honour will be entirely mine!  Thank you, you
ravishing creature, my dear wife will be so excited, we don't have any
daughters, so she will be thrilled!  You must come and have dinner with us,
one so rarely gets the chance to meet anyone other than businessmen or
other diplomats, and we're rather a drab lot, I'm afraid!"
   Lori floated all the way back down to the car, in a romantic haze.  We
were going back to England, together, and we were going to be married!
   "Where do you want to go now?" I enquired.
   "Take me back to the hotel, David, I want to do naughty things, fuck
shopping, we'll do that tomorrow!"
   "Uh-Uh, Crazy Lady" I mugged at her, in my best cod-Latin accent, "we
have luggage to buy, clothes, shoes, anything you can think of.  We're
going to arrive back in England in style!"
   "OK, then Mr Moneybags, where to for now?" she asked, and I knew just
the place; the Concierge had pointed me at the best, most exclusive places
for Lori to shop to a standstill.  Always trust Concierge's, they know
everybody, everything, and everywhere, how to get rid of the body, where to
hide the girl when your wife's on the war-path, and how to get you out of
town in a hurry - very useful people to cultivate.
   "We're going to The Natick on Worcester Street, be prepared to be
astonished, my own little sex-plum!" I smiled at her, and her eyes lit up
as every woman's real sex fantasy materialised for her; to be let loose
naked in a shopping mall with a blank cheque...
   Our driver obliged us by driving us to the mall, and I gave him a couple
of hundred dollars to go and get a meal and some rest, telling him we might
be a while, so he should take it easy!  He took a look at Lori, lost in
contemplation of the mall directory, grinned knowingly, and took his leave.
   Once inside, Lori disappeared into store after store, indulging in deep
retail therapy.  I hate shopping with women; they have a deep-seated
compulsion to minutely examine the contents of every store in Christendom,
whereas all I have is a deep-seated desire to be somewhere else entirely;
the dentist, colonic irrigation, that sort of thing.  I waited in a rest
area, guarding the shopping as Lori ambled from store to store, the pile of
bags and boxes around me getting higher.
   She eventually emerged from Victoria's Secret with a pleased look on her
face.
   "What did you buy?" I leered.
   "You'll find out soon enough," she shot back, "all in good time,
Stud-Boy"
   I grinned happily.  I could guess what was coming, and I could already
feel my pulse rate rising in anticipation.
   "OK Santa Claus," Lori whispered in my ear, "back to the suite, I have
things to do to you!"
   We headed back to the hotel, where the Customer Service people unloaded
and took all our stuff back up to the suite, while Lori and I stopped for
lunch.
   Fully refreshed, we made our way back up to the suite, the door barely
closing behind us before Lori pounced on me.
   "OK Doctor Man, I've had my treat, now for yours.  You just wait here
until I call you!"
   She tripped into the bedroom, closing the door, while I loosened my
clothing and slipped off my loafers; I knew my girl all too well by now!
   After a few minutes, Lori called out.
   "David, come in here, please," and I headed for the door, erection
already beginning to inflate as I anticipated what I was going to see.  I
was not disappointed, stopping dead with my mouth hanging open.
   She was standing in the middle of the room, long legs encased in sheer
black stockings, wearing black stiletto's, and a scarlet satin confection
that took my breath away, a teddy that displayed more than it concealed,
barley restraining her gorgeous breasts and clearly outlining the lips of
her succulent pussy.  The red and black contrasted perfectly with her snowy
skin and jet-black mass of long wavy curls, set off with deep crimson
lipstick.  She looked like Snow White before the gang-bang, and I felt my
cock harden painfully just looking at this cock-burster of a girl!
   "Come here Davey, come closer, don't you like it?" she purred.
   With an animal sound in my throat, because I was past speech at this
point, I closed in on her, holding her close to me, the taut fabric smooth
and glossy to the touch, the feel of warm girl-flesh under it almost
unbearably sexy.  We kissed, passionately, deeply, her hands holding my
head, while my hands clasped her buttocks, cupping them, to pull her hard
against my raging erection, all the more surprising to me considering what
a workout I'd had that morning!.
   "OOOHH that feels dangerous" warbled Lori, "What were you planning on
doing with it?"
   "Give me a second, and I'll show you, you minxy little sexpot!" I
grinned at her, slipping off my clothes, allowing my aching erection to
fall into her warm hands.
   Lori began pumping, a slow, insistent pressure that did all the right
things for me, and I made to grab her again, but she stopped me.
   "No, not yet, I have something for you..."
   With that, she slid to her knees, her full red lips encircling my cock,
licking and lightly scraping the dome end with her teeth, lightly rasping
the slit in the end with the tip of her tongue, causing thrills to run up
and down my entire nervous system.  She moved on, slowly engulfing my cock,
her head bobbing as she moved up and down the length of my member, sucking
it in deeper with an intense, but gentle, suctioning that was making the
hairs rise on the back of my neck, my forearms, and my thighs.
   Deeper and deeper she sucked, never once pausing, until I felt her
throat constrict and relax around my manhood, realising that my sister was
deep-throating me again, the thought filling me with a clean, hot
excitement, tightening my scrotum and causing my sphincter to contract.  I
felt my climax building, and looked into her eyes, to convey what was
coming.  She knew very well, she could tell by the thrumming of the blood
in my cock, and the swelling of the glans, that the end was near, and she
wanted to make me come in her throat, to fill her mouth with my hot spunk.
   At last, I could contain myself no longer, and with a twitch like a
boated salmon, my cock blasted my sperm into her mouth and down her throat,
the rigours of release making me cry out, the intense sensation of my
cock's outpouring overwhelming my entire body.  Now I knew why some
philosophers referred to orgasm as 'le petit mort'; the little death, the
intensity of my orgasm making my heart hammer and my pulse race, blurring
my vision and dulling my hearing as my ears rang and popped.
   Eventually my climax subsided, and I sagged to my knees, holding her
close to me as my heartbeat normalised, my pulse slowed, and the room came
back into focus.
   "Good God, Lori, that was ....incredible, you are just
so...so...unbelievable" I eventually managed to croak out, coherent thought
still not having properly returned.
   Lori smiled at me, sweetly, lovingly, opening her mouth to allow some of
my sperm to spill out of her mouth and trickle down her chin, looking
unbelievably wanton, slutty, depraved, and so very, deeply, desirable!
   She licked her lips lasciviously.
   "Nothing's too good for my big brother!" she husked with an almost
terminally sexy smile, before cracking up into peals of laughter, making
her whole body tremble and quiver most appealingly.
   I was still in borderline shock, but I managed to chuckle at that as
well, before staggering to my feet, to drop onto the bed, smiling at the
ceiling in a semi-concussed state, waiting for strength to return.  Lori
slid in next to me, and put her arm across my chest.
   "So, did you like your gift, then, Hot-Shot?" she whispered in my ear.
   "Immensely, Darling Heart," I replied, "I now firmly believe you could
suck a golf ball through a garden hose, or the chrome off a trailer-hitch!
This being so, I believe I will keep you."
   Lori grinned devilishly at me.
   "Don't take your time recovering, you dirty little butt-fucker, I have
needs too, so gear-up Casanova, your big moment approaches!"
   "Twenty minutes, please, time me if you like; it feels like I just ran a
marathon with an anvil tied to my cock, I have rug-burn on my rug-burn, so
give me that, at least!"
   "OK" said Lori, "but don't you fall asleep on me, or I will wake you in
the worst way, make what you did to me this morning look tame in
comparison. You have been warned!"
   So, she hadn't forgotten; oh shit...
   To be honest, I didn't want to sleep in the slightest, just wait for my
strength to return.  No ordinary male could look at Lori in that get-up and
feel anything but alert wakefulness.  I was enjoying the visual treat of my
incredible sister stretching like a cat, all kinds of interesting thing
happing under that teddy, and long before the stipulated twenty minutes, I
was awake, alert, refreshed, and ready to wrestle with my wife-to-be!
   At that point, room service knocked, with a letter for me.  I opened it
curiously, as no-one knew we were in Boston.  It was from 'Uncle Richard',
requesting that we come to dinner that night, noting that dress would be
'Informal'.
   Oh no, I immediately thought, another stuffy black-tie dinner, but he
had thoughtfully added a postscript, to the effect that this was a family
affair, and that he had to attend quite enough black-tie rubber-chicken
dinners during the course of his working week, so could we come in casual
attire, finally noting that his wife, Aunt Sophie, was dying to meet Lori.
   "Your fame is spreading, Kitten" I noted, passing the letter over to
her.
   "How sweet, he really is just adorable, is he anything like your
father?" asked Lori, her eyes shining as she skimmed through the note.
   "Dunno" I said, "A little more formal, perhaps, looks sort of like I
imagine father might have looked like if he'd lived, but he does look
awfully like my grandfather Denham.  Blood will out, you see!"
   "And now," began Lori, "my turn.  Are you ready, Lover-Boy?!"
   Grinning, I pulled her down to me, kissed her soundly, and slid a hand
under her teddy, to cup her buttock and slide my finger into her warm,
tight little anus.
   "Oh, I see you are," breathed Lori, "what do you want to do, baby?"
   I reached behind her, unsnapping the back of the garment and sliding it
off her, leaving her in her stockings and high heels, a vision to hoist the
cock of any man, with her dazzling blue eyes, porcelain skin and hair
tumbling down her back in a wave of glossy jet curls.  I ran my hands over
her flanks, jiggling and pinching her superb buttocks, gently rubbing my
fingers across that sexy crease at the top of her thighs, her hands on my
face as I kissed and lapped at her lips, pecking small kisses on her nose,
her chin, her stunning eyes, and moving my hands to her breasts, to twirl
her nipples with my thumbs while marvelling at the firm, pneumatic feel of
her beauties.
   I rolled her onto her front, and continued kissing her wondrous body,
down her shoulder blades, down her spine, to the small of her back and the
beginning of her buttock crevice, softly sliding my thumbs into her lumbar
dimples, and kissing and nibbling her world-class buttocks.
   "That feels so good, Doctor Man, do you give this service to all the
little girls, or only the ones who let you fuck them in the ass?"
   I smiled into her bum cheeks, and answered her.
   "Only dirty little girls with horny half-brothers get the special
service, you sexy piece, now be quiet, I'm busy."
   With that, I began lapping between her lovely cheeks, probing my tongue
down further and further, Lori wriggling and quivering under me as I
stimulated her nerve endings, sensation zipping through her as one nerve
cluster after another fired, bathing her in a flurry of feeling and
sensation.  A woman's entire skin is one big erogenous zone if you know how
to find the triggers, and I was learning from Lori how, and where, to probe
and touch to give her the most from the experience.
   I moved inexorably lower, Lori pressing her behind insistently upwards
into my probing tongue, her need for satisfaction growing, but I just
enjoyed the sight of those two sculpted springy-firm hillocks dancing
around, filling my field of view, while I continued lapping.
   When I reached her anus, she became very still, but that wasn't my
target, at least, not yet; I licked and swirled around her anal bud, her
womanly scent making it hard for me to remember my mission, but I
persevered.  I had something special planned for my sister!
   Eventually, I moved on, a small murmur of protest coming from her lips,
quickly stilled when I began lapping and swirling my tongue around her
labia, and a slow wriggling motion began as I continued, Lori pressing her
crotch against my mouth as I licked her pussy lips, our motion melding
together in to a rhythm that she found most pleasurable, judging by the
soft liquid sounds she was making as I licked harder and harder, to match
her increasingly insistent pushing against my lapping tongue.
   I pushed her buttocks higher into the air, my hands under the juncture
of her thighs and her pelvis, supporting her bum in the air, while I bored
in with my tongue, probing her clitoris, a hard little bean, fully
unhooded, slick with her juices, as was her whole pussy, as her arousal
level climbed.  My chin was saturated with her juices, the sweet, salty,
musky taste making it difficult for me to stay focussed, as their chemical
signatures worked their magic on my central nervous and limbic systems,
preparing me to join with my mate.
   I rubbed my tongue over her clitoris, gently but insistently, making her
groan with longing, making her buttocks dance and jiggle, and stopped for a
second, to turn and lie on my back, pulling Lori to me, her clitoris now
directly over my mouth.  With my hands holding her pelvis up, I began
licking her clitoris with serious intent, to give her the pleasure she had
given me.
   Lori began taking long, deep, almost harsh breaths, her arms held out to
grip the bed as I licked and probed the succulent dewy flesh, her musk
draining into my mouth and down my chin as her pussy flowered open and her
juices flowed, her level of arousal almost impossibly high, her whole body
shuddering and quivering as I licked and sucked.
   Suddenly, the shuddering and spasms increased in tempo and intensity, as
her orgasm ripped through her.  Lori gave a shattering scream, her slick
pussy convulsing as her juices flowed over and into me, her body quivering
and shaking above me, her thighs clamped around my head as she gave in to
the insistence of orgasm, and I kept my mouth clamped on her hungry pussy,
giving more, as she went ever higher, one orgasm after another rolling and
crashing through her, and far off in the distance, I could hear her,
gasping and sobbing, calling my name.
   Eventually, the crescendo passed, and she began to come down from her
high, which was a relief for me, as breathing was rapidly becoming just a
fond memory...
   At last, sated and completely fulfilled, Lori rolled off me, sliding
down to fit into the crook of my arm, reaching back to stroke the back of
my head, and saying, in a voice blurred with sleep, "Don't fucking tell me
you learned THAT in Catholic School, Doctor Man!" before closing her eyes
and dropping away almost immediately into a deep, satisfied sleep.
   I, however, was not tired.  In fact I was exhilarated.  I had had a
rest, I had made love to my fiancée, and we had cleared the way for our
lives together.  Lori's pheromones had jacked-up my own level of
wakefulness by several degrees, my brain slowly dissipating the
neurotransmitter rush, leaving me, for now, anyway, wakeful and alert.  I
decided to have a shower, as I reeked of sex, as did the room, so, pulling
the sheets over Lori, I opened the windows to let in some of the warm
summer breeze to air the room, and went off to have a long and very
satisfying shower.
   Dressed again, I decided to go and have a fortifying club sandwich in
the bar, some coffee, and a good read of the UK newspapers, just to recap
on news stories I was actually familiar with.  I also made a few calls,
making arrangements and tying-up some loose ends.  When I was done, and I
had judged she'd napped long enough, I ordered some room service for her,
fruit juice, coffee, cold cuts, salad, Kaiser Rolls and butter, and headed
back to the suite, where I found a sleepy, smiling, hot girl in my bed. 
How fucking lucky was I?
   "Where have you been, Doctor Man?" she enquired.
   "Trawling for hookers," I replied "You were asleep, and I was feeling
the urge."
   Lori threw a pillow at me.
   "All men are pigs, and must die, in pain, with a spike hammered up their
asses" she intoned, before giggling and holding out her arms for a wake-up
kiss.  The door announcer went off, and I let in the Room Service waiter,
tipped him, and waited while Lori got some snacking done.
   "How did you know what to get, Davey?" she asked.
   "I grew up with you, remember?  I know what your favourite wake-up snack
is."
   "Thoughtful man" she responded, absently, her attention on her
prosciutto, "again, remind me to keep you!"
   Lori finished her snack, threw on a robe, and cuddled up next to me on
the couch.
   "What now Davey?" she asked, looking happy, contented, and, wrapped in
the thick bathrobe, suddenly much younger than her 19 years.
   "Well," I began, "we have this dinner tonight, should be interesting,
then I have some news.  Next week, we have flights booked to London, and a
few days at The Cumberland at Marble Arch, in London, followed by a quick
spin up to the old place, and then on to a friend's place in Epsom, in
Surrey; he's off on a secondment in Dubai, so I borrowed his place, it's a
little better appointed than the squalid hovel in South London I share with
the cockroaches.  We'll stay there for a month or three while we
house-hunt, it's close enough that I can drive to work with no fuss, but
remote enough that when you howl like a baboon in a snare, no-one is going
to call the police!  We also have a wedding to plan, what say we get
married here, first, in Bar Harbor, then do the whole Church, dress,
flowers, cake thing with a bit of style in England?"
   Lori smiled.
   "Sounds like a plan to me, what do we need to do right now, though?"
   I looked at my watch.
   "Right about...now, our new luggage should be arriving"
   On cue, the door announcer went, and I opened the door to let in the
Customer Team, pushing a trolley piled with suitcases, flight bags, dress
cases and a vanity case, all in calfskin, and with a good, but not showy,
label on them.
   Lori was astonished at the appearance of all this, asking me where it
had all come from.  I reminded her, we knew the Concierge, and he knew
people, causing her to shake her head.
   "Remind me never to try and put one over on you, I just don't have the
organisational skills!"
   Nothing would help now, but that she had to go over every piece,
marvelling at it, and picking out the ones she wanted to use.  As I still
had fuck-all clothes, it made little difference to me.
   "All right, now" I reminded her, "we have a dinner to go to, please,
please wear some regulation underwear, I don't care what else you wear, you
always look stunning, but please no commando, bondage or stripper thongs" I
pleaded.
   Lori twinkled at me.
   "Why Doctor Denham, what KIND of a girl do you think I am; the very
idea!"
   "Yes, yes, OK, now please, get a shower, time's a-wasting!" was my
response, to which she stuck out her tongue and padded over to the
bathroom, her gorgeous backside bobbing and bouncing slightly.  It was a
very fetching sight, and when she was gone I found myself replaying in my
head the sight of her undulating across the room.  This train of thought
inevitably led to that familiar tightening in my groin, which I tried to
ignore.
   "You are more than a product of your appetites!" I told myself sternly,
followed quickly by "Fuck it, I'm hungry!"
   Quickly undressing, and hanging my clothes more or less neatly on the
floor, I headed purposefully for the bathroom, erect cock showing me the
way.
   As I eased open the door, Lori looked over from the entrance to the
wet-room, saying "...  three, two, and one.  What kept you?"
   Trying not to show too much haste, I sauntered over to her, noting the
way the warm water was rolling down her breasts and dripping from her
nipples, and running in rivulets down her belly and over her pudenda.
   "Is this a private party, or can I come in too, Little Girl?" I leered
at her.
   Lori left off soaping herself to run a soapy hand up and down my
straining cock, appearing to think about it.
   "Move over, you evil wench," I commanded, "I want to play with you
before dinner; your big brother said it was OK!"
   She dimpled and pulled me into the wet room by my cock, making sure I
got the maximum exposure of her wet and soapy bum, squeezing and relaxing
her hold on my cock, making sure I stayed at peak readiness; as if she had
anything to worry about on that score!
   I stepped up behind her, once again nestling my cock in the cleft of her
comely, bumly bum, marvelling at its sheer perfection, as I reached around
her to slide my hands under her breasts, the slick flesh warm and slippery,
the contact with them exciting and very sexy.  I loved this girl, with a
deep and spiritual love, but I also fancied the hell out of her and no
amount of spiritual connection was going to distract me from the fact that
she was an absolutely gorgeous young woman, sexy as all hell, and stacked
like a Kansas City poker deck!
   Lori looked at me over her shoulder, water droplets glistening on her
neck and shoulders, that devilish grin on her face as she soaped-up her
hand again, and began deliberately pumping and squeezing my cock, before
sliding my cock into her bum-cleft, to begin that slow rise and fall that
she did so well, masturbating my cock with her cheeks while I rubbed and
frigged her pussy.  Her hands drifted up to her nipples, and began rubbing
and pulling them in an almost dreamy way, as she closed her eyes and let
the multiple spray heads play over both of us.  The combination of hot
spray, my frigging, and her manipulation of her nipples could have only one
result, and she began to breathe in shallow gasps, her pulse threading in
the veins in her neck, her head leaning back to rest on my shoulder, and
then she came, in long slow waves that buckled her knees and made her hiss
with the intensity of her release, only my hand between her legs preventing
her from falling to her knees.
   "Thank you, Baby" she husked, "now I want to do something for you."
   So saying, she leaned against the wall, her lovely rump tilted up at me,
her slick and shiny pussy clearly visible.
   "In here Davey, now, please.  Show me how you want to make our baby.  I
love you, Doctor Man; show me how you love me."
   Overwhelmed with love for this beautiful creature, this absolute vision,
I took hold of her waist, and let her guide me in, penetrating slowly as
she flowered-open to accept my hardness, and then began a slow, pumping
rhythm, the oldest dance in the history of man.  Lori held her hands flat
against the wall, partially supporting my weight as I pumped in and out,
and when we found our rhythm, I slid my hand down, to find her clitoris, to
rub and massage her bud in the same rhythm as my pumping cock.
   Lori began to approach orgasm, I could feel her temperature rising as
the flush spread down her body, and I increased the tempo of both my hand
and my thrusting cock, giving her all of me in exchange for what she was
giving me so willingly.  When the dam burst, I felt the ripples in her
pussy walls as her uterus convulsed, sending waves of pleasure shooting
through her, contracting and relaxing her pussy in a way that I found
completely irresistible, and my own heightened sexual response kicked-in,
sending a flood of semen pouring into her as I ejaculated again and again,
my cock jerking and twitching as I released spurt after spurt of hot
baby-maker.
   We collapsed to the floor, me on my knees, Lori resting on me, half on
me and half on the floor, her beautiful lips in easy reach, so I took
advantage of it and kissed her passionately.
   "David, before we go any further, I need to tell you something", she
whispered, looking apprehensive.  I cocked an eyebrow in enquiry, so she
continued.
   "Do you remember when you first came inside me, when you asked me if I
had protection?"
   "Yes, what of it?" I replied, puzzled as to where this was going.
   "I...I wasn't, well, not exactly, being completely honest with you..."
she murmured, her eyes downcast.
   "Carry on," I encouraged her when she went silent, roaming my hands over
her slick, wet body, comforting her and maintaining contact.
   "I did have protection, but I stopped it before you arrived; I wanted
you, and if you couldn't or wouldn't be with me, I thought perhaps you
could give me your baby......" she trailed off, tears starting to gather in
her eyes.
   "So we've been banging away with no protection" I commented, and she
hung her head, the picture of misery.
   "I didn't try to trap you, Davey; I wasn't even going to tell you if I
caught, I just wanted to have your baby, a little piece of you to have when
you went away again!  Tell me you're not angry, Davey, say something,
anything, please, but don't tell me to go, please!"
   I was a little shocked, but mainly concerned for her, and, once again
amazed at how much this girl cared for me.  I pulled her chin up to look
into her glorious eyes, seeing the misery waiting to burst forth.
   "Lori Keene, if you had kept my baby from me, then that would have been
the worst hurt you could do me.  And I'm not angry, how could I be?  I love
you, and I want to make babies with you, not next year, or the year after,
but now, OK?  The first time we made love, I fantasised about making you
pregnant with my baby, and the thought of making babies with you makes me
very hot!  Now that we've made love again, there's only one thing I want to
say to you."
   I pulled her close to me, into full skin-on-skin contact.
   "Happy baby-day, Mrs.  Denham!" I whispered back in her ear, and she
grinned happily, at the designation, and at my acceptance.  Her beautiful
sapphire eyes darkened to their most violet shade as I kissed her with all
the love and passion I could muster.  We broke our kiss, and now I wanted
to lighten the mood.
   "For a minute there, I thought you were going to confess your secret
life as a Fetish-hooker!"
   "Oh THAT," she grinned; "how do you think I was saving up to pay for
college?"
   to be continued....
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