Sister Succumbs at Last
By Perry Jones (pounder801@gmail.com)


Story Codes:  MF, Cons, Reluc, Inc

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	Fawn was happy to be alone. Her roommate Staci took a night school class every Wednesday night, and for Fawn the chance to be by herself was a pleasure she looked forward to each week. Sometimes Jeff would come over while Staci was gone.

	Fawn would tease him, dance half-naked in front of him, finally coax him into fucking her in the bathtub. Or under the kitchen table, anywhere to break up the monotony of the bed. But this week Jeff was out of town at a business conference. All in all it was just as well with Fawn. She liked being alone once in a while and had little opportunity for it.

	She and Jeff had been going together for nearly a year now and even though she thought she liked him as much as ever, and though the sex was still pretty good as long as she spiced it up by inventing new places to do it, she couldn't help feeling a little stale, weary about the whole thing.

	Maybe his absence for a week would inject some kind of new intensity into their relationship. Though frankly, she said to herself, I really don't miss him all that much. Tonight I'm just going to enjoy the peace and quiet. I'm going to take a long bath, and wash my hair and maybe sip a glass of wine and watch TV a little.

	As soon as Staci had gone, Fawn slipped out of her clothes and into her bathrobe. Then she fixed herself a leisurely dinner. After eating, she went into the bathroom and started the tub water. While she waited for the tub to fill, she piled her thick auburn hair on top of her head and placed a shower hat over it.

	When the shower hat was in place, she took off her robe and looked down at her body. One of the reasons she enjoyed being alone so much was that it gave her enough time and privacy to examine her naked body closely. At other times Staci's presence, even if the bathroom door was locked, somehow made her nervous, self-conscious. As if it were somehow wrong or even filthy to touch her own nipples or run a tender, tickling finger along the moist folds of her cunt. She was afraid she might shudder or moan softly, and Staci would overhear her. Not that she ever masturbated any more, of course. No need for that what with Jeff fucking her ears off four or five times a week.

	All she really wanted was the chance to look at and touch her own naked body in total privacy. To investigate the sweet succulent mysteries that made men, all men it seemed, crave her so much. That made Jeff, for instance, groan and twitch with lust from the moment he touched her naked flesh until he popped and flooded her hungry pussy with cum.

	While the hot water crashed into the tub, she took a hand mirror and stood with it in front of the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. She knew she was lucky to have such a beautiful body. At twenty-two years old, her flesh was taut and ripe and smooth.

	Her skin tanned easily, richly and since she knew that the contrast between tanned and untanned skin was fantastically sexy she always kept her body golden and coppery except where her bikini panties and bra protected it from the sun. There her skin was pale and creamy, marvelously white and tempting.

	Her firm high asscheeks were two glowing moons below the incurved sweep of her long bronze back. Her young uptilted tits were two creamy globes thrusting out above a velvety expanse of her flat golden midriff. She had large, inviting nipples, tinged a deep rose color, puffy soft cones that swelled out from her tits.

	She stood before the mirror frontways, sideways, backways. The full perky curve of her taut ass was amazing. Her firm round tits were just the right size, her large nipples swollen and pointing. She ran a hand lightly down the silken skin of her stomach and dipped a finger playfully into the deep puckered cup of her navel.

	Next she planted her feet wide apart, bending her knees slightly. One side of the hand mirror gave back a magnified reflection, and she slipped this side between her spread thighs. Fascinated, she gazed down at the huge pink-lipped slash of her own pussy.

	The folds of her cunt-lips were moist and shiny, but only half-blossomed at this point. They revealed only hints of the fiery-red wet inner slit they protected. The small heavenly button of her clit was half-hidden up under its pinkish hood.

	Fawn slid one forefinger slowly between the lips of her cunt, parting them farther. She inserted the finger all the way into the warm greasy depths of her sensitive channel until it was stopped by the last knuckle. Her knees trembled involuntarily. She rotated the finger, and with her thumb, rapidly rubbed her clit until it swelled and pulsed.

	"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she gasped.

	It felt so good! It felt so good to be doing it herself and watching it in the mirror. The magnification made her cunt look huge, red and wet and her fingers enormous, probing it. She shut her eyes, whimpering softly, then opened them again and gazed down once more at the sight.

	Her cunt was juicing and blossoming readily now. She could get two fingers fully into it. But her other hand shook so badly, her breath came so fast, that she could hardly hold her position or keep the hand-mirror in place.

	Quickly she put it on the floor and squatted over it. She dug softly in her flowing pussy with both hands now, shivering uncontrollably. In the door mirror she noticed her glazed eyes. Her long nipples were tight and erect.

	“Oh God, I think I'll do it!” She said to herself. “I think I will. I'm going to do it!”

	"Ahhhhhhh ... anngghh," she heard the sounds coming from her throat.

	Her whole body flushed and melted with hot tremors. She was so involved with the decision she had made, to bring herself off, to make herself come right there, that at first she didn't notice the water on the floor.

	But suddenly her bare knees felt wet. She was shocked out of the trembling hot sexuality that gripped her. Then the water poured over the mirror itself. Fawn gasped, and turned her head. Water was spilling rapidly over the edge of the tub.

	"Oh shit--!" she cried out. "Goddamn it! Shit!"

	Quickly she jumped to her feet and shut off the faucets, then yanked up the plug. But it was already too late. The floor of the bathroom was submerged in water.

	Gritting her teeth, her eyes filling briefly with tears at her own foolishness, she snatched towels from every available rack and began mopping up the mess. She wrung out the wet towels over the emptying tub, then sopped up more water. She was so angry and busy at the task that at first she failed to hear the doorbell.

	Then, when it rang again and she finally heard it, she only grew angrier. "Goddamn it!" she shrieked.

	She flung the wet towels to the floor and headed for the front door, finding herself halfway down the hall before she noticed that she was still totally naked. She leaped back to the bathroom for her robe. She slipped into it, then tried to control her panting and her anger as she walked down the hall again to the door.

	"Oh, it's only you," she sighed irritably, finding her brother Eric there when she opened it.

	Ordinarily Eric would have made a quick joke to relieve her irritation. But the look on his face told her that he felt even more down than she did at the moment.

	"Only me," he said, glumly. "Can I come in?"

	"You can if you're good with a mop," she said, closing the door behind him.

	But Eric was so distracted he didn't seem to hear her. He stalked into the living room, nervous, jumpy.

	"Have you got anything to drink around here?" he asked.

	"I think there's some Scotch in the kitchen and maybe some wine."

	Fawn pulled off the shower hat and shook her thick mane of hair back over her shoulders. She knew now that it would be a while until she got to her bath.

	"I'll take the Scotch," her brother said.

	"What's the matter, Eric?"

	With him following her, she went into the kitchen. She found the half-empty bottle, which was used mostly by Staci's boyfriends, and poured him a drink from it. Eric grabbed the glass and gulped the whiskey thirstily.
	
       "Danika," he growled. "She's been screwing another guy. For nearly two months. I only found out about it tonight."

	"Oh no!" With instinctive sympathy for her brother, Fawn reached out a hand and stroked his forehead tenderly. "Oh, Eric, I'm sorry."

	Eric gave a bleak shrug. He drained his glass and handed it back to her. Fawn refilled it with the pale golden liquor.

	"Aren't you going to have one with me?" he asked. "You don't want me to get drunk all alone, do you?" He gave her a forlorn wink, pretending toughness to mask his misery.

	"I don't want you to get drunk at all."

	But when she looked at the pain in his eyes, and then thought of her own foolishness in the bathroom minutes ago, she was tempted to join him. Not to get drunk, but just to have a few drinks and forget about everything for a little while. To help him forget.

	She knew he probably wanted to talk about what a bitch Danika was to do this and Fawn knew she wouldn't have trouble agreeing. Long ago she had suspected something like this would happen. She had thought from the beginning that Danika was a prick-happy little flirt who would never be happy with only one man.

	Danika was a small dark-haired girl with flashing eyes, long natural eyelashes, lovely high cheekbones, a full sensual mouth, and sexual allure that filled any room she walked into with murky invitations. For her small size she had a great curvy body, and stunning long legs. From the start Fawn had thought Eric was asking for trouble in marrying her.

	Now that Danika had finally gone and betrayed him, maybe it was time for Fawn to play straight with her brother. She would try not to say 'I told you so,' but it wouldn't hurt to listen, to give him some support and it would get her mind off that silly business in the bathroom.

	"Come on," Eric joked again, winking at her once more. "What kind of party is this with only one drunk?"

	Fawn smirked at him. "Why not."

	She took a glass from the cupboard, filled it with ice and Scotch, then clinked it against his and drank. They took the bottle with them into the living room and sat down. Fawn sat on the sofa, Eric on one of the easy chairs.

	Her brother launched into a long, bitter tirade against his wife. Fawn listened dutifully, drinking along with him and nodding at the right moments. The Scotch made her feel warm and tingly. As time wore on she began to wish that her bathrobe was made out of something other than satin, because it was so slippery.

	It was hard enough to keep the skirt down over her thighs and knees. But even worse was the constantly loosening sash. Whenever she moved it loosened more. Her firm upthrusting tits pushed against the front part of the robe until the neck lapels were gaping wider and wider, revealing more and more of her smooth tanned upper chest.

	Her feelings were complicated even more by the delicious sensation of the cool slippery satin against her warm, tingling skin. It rasped softly across her sensitive nipples, rustling against the skin of her inner thighs as she modestly tucked it there. She contemplated making an excuse to get up and change. But it felt so good and warm, and tingly that she really couldn't decide.

	In front of her brother she felt very modest, but at the same time remarkably relaxed. Especially since he was so obsessed by his wife's betrayal that he hardly paid Fawn the slightest attention. After a while, as he droned on about Danika's infidelities, she really didn't hear him any more.

	Instead she just stared at him, feeling pleasantly giddy and warm, and fell into a sort of trance. She didn't know how long she drifted in her warm sensual reveries. She squirmed in her seat, and felt dazed and too warm. She drifted back to conscious awareness and noticed that Eric's droning voice had stopped.

	Then she saw his eyes. He was sunk in some kind of trance too. He was staring at her, but not at her face. No, his eyes had dropped lower, and she glanced down and saw that the sash of her bathrobe had come completely undone, probably because of her unconscious squirming.

	The robe had fallen open, and her body was exposed from her throat to the top glistening fringe of her pubic hair. Flushing with embarrassment, Fawn pulled the robe shut.

	"Oh I don't know what happened to me!" she said breathlessly.

	"Don't," Eric croaked softly, his eyes briefly pained at she closed the robe over her body.

	"Eric!" she said, as if to shame him. But her voice was not convincing.

	"Please don't."

	"Eric, I'm your sister!"

	Eric shook his head, as if to clear it, as if to wake himself up. He grinned at her.

	"That's right," he said. "You are. I guess I almost forgot. For a minute there I think ... well, I was remembering that time I stole your bikini top."

	It was something Fawn had not thought about for years. As a youngster, when diving into the family swimming pool one afternoon she had lost her mini bikini top. Embarrassed, she had surfaced squealing and splashing, looking everywhere for it. But Eric, laughing outrageously, had jumped into the pool and scooped it up before she could reach it.

	He had refused to return it until she emerged half-naked from the pool, her arms crossed nervously over her bare young tits. She could still recall the look in his eyes as he boldly tried to peek through the angles of her elbows and forearms for a glimpse of her nipples. Before taking back the bra, feeling just as bold as he, she had dropped her arms to her sides, giving him a full shot of what he wanted to see. Her brother's eyes had flashed as big as saucers.

	Now she blushed hotly. "You were?" she said, her voice quivering beyond control.

	"I'll never forget it," her brother said. "You were beautiful even then, but now ..."

	"Eric, I think we'd better change the subject," Fawn said.

	Her hot blood was thundering against her ears, her skin was hot and prickly. Her mind whirled confusingly. She felt so close to something dangerous that she didn't know quite what to do. The best thing, she figured, was simply to take charge right now, not to let it happen again.

	They were both a little drunk, she knew. But Eric had drunk more than she had, so it was up to her. Acting firmly, she tightened the sash of her robe, then stood up.

	"I think I'd better change, get into something else," she said. "Don't you?"

	"No," Eric said.

	"I mean," Fawn's voice faltered, "we'll both feel better if there isn't any chance of ..." but she couldn't go on.

	"Of what?" Eric asked, looking into her eyes.

	"You know very well what."

	She looked down at him and wondered how he could be so calm about it. She was breathing so hard that her chest was heaving. That only made him more interested in the sight of her plump nipples floating under the shiny satin of her bathrobe. His eyes flickered with half-drunken ironies.

	"Tell you what," he said. "Look at it this way. If you're my sister, and I'm your brother, then we're both the same flesh, right? We came from the same mother, we've got the same genes and tissues and ..."

	He fell silent and they both laughed nervously. Meanwhile, Fawn had not budged a step since she had stood up.

	"Well, I guess I've heard everything now," she said, trying to match his calm irony.

	"No you haven't," Eric said. His voice was now getting thick, clotted with excitement. "Why don't you show me yourself just once more before you change? Just for family's sake."

	"Why should I."

	My God, what am I saying? she thought. I'm teasing him, for god's sake! I'm just making it worse!

	"Because I want to see you," her brother said solemnly. "You're lovely."

	"Lovelier than Danika?" Fawn whispered softly, growing more ashamed of herself by the second. For the first time she let her eyes wander to the crotch of his pants and saw the huge swelling there.

	"Lovelier than anybody," Eric whispered. "I swear."

	"All you want to do is see me?"

	"That's all.

	"You won't touch?"

	Eric gave her a sardonic smile, as if to warn her that they weren't kids any more. "Promise," he said.

	"I don't believe you," she murmured, her stomach trembling with excitement. "I don't believe you for a minute. Not a minute."

	But her fingers were fiddling with the knot of her sash anyway, tugging it, pulling the slippery fabric loose. She wanted to show him her body, her whole body this time, not just a part of it. She wanted to pose before him as she had earlier posed for herself before the bathroom mirror.

	She knew it was horribly wrong to be doing this, but the impulse was almost overwhelming. In the split second it took her to pull open the robe and slip it off her shoulders she knew the step had been taken. There was no going back now.

	They would do it now and she would let it happen, she would invite it and she would also fight it with every ounce of her nerve because they were not supposed to let it happen even though her body seethed and ached for him.

	Eric's face froze with fascination and lust as he scrutinized her naked body. Glowing and warm with the fires of her shame and excitement, Fawn slowly pirouetted in front of him. She showed him the high pale globes of her ass, bending gracefully as she completed her turn so that her firm tits swayed outward and bobbled pertly. Her long puffy nipples were already half-erect as they swirled before her brother's hypnotized gaze.

	"You like?" she whispered, teasing him, unable to stop herself.

	Eric only nodded, and licked his lips.

	She stroked her body delicately with her fingertips, as if to show off its finer points. Her fingers traced the soft curves of her ribs and her flat sun-browned stomach. She raised her knuckles to the smooth curved undersides of her creamy tits and nudged them so that they jiggled and quivered.

	Eric's breath clawed its way out of his throat. The sound of it excited Fawn even more. She went closer to him. His crazed eyes devoured her succulent tits. She was watching his eyes so closely that she squealed with surprise when she suddenly felt his hands gripping the backs of her thighs.

	He pulled her forward strongly, squeezing her asscheeks as he pushed his face into her naked stomach. She felt his wet tongue slithering into her deep navel.

	"Ohhhh! Ohhh!" she yelped, wriggling out of his grasp.

	She jumped away from him, trying to act shocked and scandalized. But the feel of his tongue in her navel and his fingers digging urgently into her ass had made her simply reel with hot thrills.

	"Oh Eric," she said, half-mocking him, "you promised you wouldn't touch! You promised!"

	"Couldn't help myself," her brother said hoarsely.

	He managed a quick grin. He flexed his fingers suggestively, the ones he had dug into her soaked ass.

	"Now Eric ... Eric!" she whimpered softly, backing away.

	Her heart skittered and jumped as he stood up from his chair. He had to bend slightly because his cock was all crumpled up in his crotch. She could still feel the impressions in her asscheeks where his fingers had sunk, and a tiny trace of saliva left in her navel by his tongue. God, god, I should stop it now, she thought, before it's too late!

	I can't let you fuck me. Oh, god, please, Eric stop it yourself, I can't do it, I want it too much!

	Slowly, deliberately unbuckling his belt, Eric walked toward her. "Fawn, I can't stop myself," he murmured, shaking his head, his eyes racing over her nakedness.

	Fawn kept backing away from him, staring solemnly into his eyes. She shook her head, saying 'No, no' with her mouth, but unable to make any sounds come out.

	"Eric, you know we can't."

	"Yes, we can."

	He backed her into the wall. The sharp gnash of his zipper sent hot needles of excitement and anticipation through her trembling flesh. His hands cupped her feverish face, and his mouth came down toward hers.

	"No, Eric, no ... no!" she whimpered. "What about ... Staci?"

	"Where is she?"

	"She's at night school."

	His lips found hers, curving into them. His tongue slipped between her parting teeth. His hands dropped to her shoulders, then down to her tits. He filled his palms with them.

	Gently squeezing the round tit-globes, he kissed her cheek, her neck, then took her whole ear into his mouth and breathed flame into it. He pushed his tongue deep into her ear, whispering to her.

	"When does she get home?"

	"Ohhhhhhhh!" Fawn moaned.

	Her body was totally pliant and yielding. Her cunt was wet and achy, and as he frenched her ear and caressed her throbbing tits, she slid her hands under the elastic of his shorts. She grasped his huge hot prick, pulling it out, her fingers stroking it urgently.

	She knew she didn't care anything about Staci who wouldn't be home for another two hours, anyway. ‘I just want you to fuck me!’ she thought wildly. ‘Here, right here against the wall, if you want to! Or on the floor, or on the bed, I don't care!’

	Eric's mouth trailed down her smooth tanned shoulder to her creamy left tit. He licked her large rosy nipple thirstily.

	"When does she get home?" he repeated, his voice half-strangled by his lust.

	But before she could answer Fawn felt his lips close over her pulsing nipple. She felt it stiffen and flame with heat. Her legs weakened, and her knees sagged. She had to grasp his hips in order to remain standing.

	She pulled him against her so that she could feel the long gristly stalk of his jumping prick pressing against her naked belly. Her breath whistled past her clenched teeth as he hungrily slurped and sucked her throbbing nipples. She moaned and began to writhe in his grasp.

	"Oh Eric," she murmured. "Eric, are you going to fuck me? . . .  Are you? . . . Are we going to fuck? . . . Are you going to fuck me?"

	Instead of answering her, he pulled her down the hallway to the bedroom. His hands stroked her long coppery back; her pale ass; her silky tanned thighs. Fawn tore off his shirt and skimmed his pants and shorts down his legs. She stooped and clumsily licked his twitchy red cock before he pulled her to her feet.

	He kissed her mouth again savagely then laid her down on her back on the bed, the way he wanted her to be. Shivering with excitement and lust, Fawn yielded completely to her brother. She lay on the bed so that her feet still touched the floor; her knees spread; her ass perched on the edge of the mattress.

	The wet glistening furrow of her pussy was uptilted and gaping, totally vulnerable. Instinctively, she knew that if he wanted her this way it was so he could stand on the floor himself. He would gain so much leverage that she was in for a ploughing, piercing, skewering fuck from the huge pulsing purplish ramrod of flesh he was now lowering between her thighs.

	She shuddered with the awful guilt of what they were doing. But she submitted completely to his wishes. His hard tanned muscular body was so desirable to her that she wanted to swarm all over him herself.

	She wanted to kiss and stroke him everywhere, and suck his enormous prick into her mouth and feel his hungry lips burrowing hungrily in her simmering pussy. She wanted to do everything! Everything with him, before they got down to the actual fucking!

	But Eric's driving lust for her was so overwhelming that she had no choice. She had to give her body to him instantly and let him ravish her and puncture her with his fierce cock until they both were shattered with coming. Her body quivered out of control.

	"Ohhhhh ... ah baby, oh Eric, we can't. We can't do this, unnghhhh! Oh god, suck me, baby!" she panted.

	His mouth dropped to her barely slackened tits and found her sensitive nipples again, giving them long agonizing throat-sucks. Fawn's fingers caressed his rock-hard cock where it bobbed in readiness between her spread thighs. She pulled it toward her open cunt slit, aching to be filled by it.

	Eric stroked her trembling hips and steadied her crotch. He carefully lodged the swollen head of his prick in her softly open pussy-lips. Then he gazed straight into her eyes and slid the full length of the burning cock shaft into her.

	"Ahhhhhh ... nunnnunn, oh shit, ohhh shiiit, oh Eric, baby! Oh yes ... yes yessss!"

	It was the largest, thickest, fattest, longest prick Fawn had ever felt inside of her. It was sunk deep in the pit of her hot cunt, filling her up totally. Eric did not pull it out immediately but instead left it buried in her while he scooped her shoulders up in his arms and lowered his bare hard chest down on her tits. He put his lips against her ear.

	"Fawn ... Fawn!" he groaned in a husky whisper.

	"Yessss, oh yessss!" she answered, her body undulating of its own accord under him.

	She knew he wanted to say more. But both of them were so overcome with hot lust that they couldn't speak. All Fawn wanted to feel was the joy of his huge prick plunging fiercely in and out of her.

	"Fuck me, Eric," she murmured to him. "Unhhh! Oh god, yes! Fuck me, baby, you can do anything to me, anything! Unhhh! Ohnngg! Yes, ungghh! God, yes, unghhh! I’m yours!"

	He brought long shuddering moans from her by drawing his long prick slowly out of her smoldering cunt until the bulbous head of it escaped then sliding it slowly all the way in again. But the excitement and hot fantastic guilt of what they were doing made it impossible for them to go slowly for long and Eric had placed her this way on the mattress for a purpose, she knew.

	Soon they were both digging their feet into the floor, groaning and whimpering, their striving bodies writhing together. Fawn clenched her thigh muscles and flung her cunt up into her brother's hammering, piercing prick. She gagged and squealed with delight as she felt the huge, ravaging pole cram her throbbing pussy to the splitting point.

	‘Oh Jesus, I ... I've never felt anything like it, never, never!’ she thought over and over.

	She gasped sharply as hot tremors of pleasure ripped through her body with each deep lunge of his prick. She clutched him and squeezed him and pushed her tits up into his grinding chest. She gobbled his mouth with her own, whimpering against his teeth.

	"Ohhhhh, it's so good!" she panted.

	The searing blade of his cock sliced up into her cunt, and her body exploded into flames. She had never felt this way. She screeched and clawed his back, moaning with guilty passion, knowing it was her very own brother who was fucking her like this.

	She couldn't understand why it didn't hurt her, this massive rearing cock, the biggest she had ever felt. Stuffed with the huge stalk, she shimmied her hips and clamped his cock tightly with her cunt-muscles. Eric moaned with pleasure, and Fawn felt his strong fingers bite into the flesh of her back.

	"Ohhhhh, you're so good to me," she hummed, feeling the first distant rolling swells of her orgasm gathering, sweeping toward her. "Sooooo good to me, so, good, so good, unngghh! Unh! Oh! Oh Jesus, yes! Do it hard to me, ohhh! Angghhhh!"

	Eric had not hurt her with his huge plunging prick simply because he knew how to use it. But now that she hung trembling on the verge of coming, he ripped his cock up into her with growing violence. God, how could Danika ever give this up? Fawn wondered, delirious with hot pleasure.

	Stabbed to the quick by his hammering prick, she flung her juicy cunt wildly up into his frantic thrusts, squealing and raking his shoulders. Her whole body throbbed and ached with need. God, fuck me, big brother, make me come. Now, now!

	"Eric! Oh baby, oh I'm going to come!" she panted, pumping more and more wildly with her hips. "Oh god, kiss me, please! I'm going to ... oh kiss me, quick! Unhhhh ..."

	She groped for his panting mouth with her own, snaking her wanton tongue into it. She died with fresh pleasure each time the fierce spike of his prick buried itself in her clenching fuckhole. She shrieked as it tore into her then stiffened, grunting helplessly as her body shuddered for release.

	Then she exploded in a hot blinding rush of coming. Everything was obliterated but the wrenching glorious spasms of her climax. For a moment it even knocked the breath out of her. Then she was screaming wildly.

	"Annngghhiiieeee!" she cried out, swarming up into him, locking her thighs around his thrusting hips. "Unnghghhh! Oh god, yes, yes! Unnnngghgiiieeee! Ohhhhhhhhh!"

	She couldn't stop coming, and she felt the hot spurts of Eric's cum flooding her pussy a second later. She heard his choked moans, and felt every hard muscle in his driving body tense into steel as he ploughed his erupting cock deep into her creaming cunt slit.

	He crushed her body against his, squeezing her so roughly that it hurt. But she didn't want it to stop, ever! Don't let me go, don't stop fucking me! she wanted to beg him. She knew, once they let go of each other, how hard it would be to ever do this again. So they couldn't stop now.

	"No, don't let me go!" she whimpered as he began to draw his cock out of her. "No!"

	"Fawn, god, I've never had a fuck like that," he said, wiping the sweat off his forehead, still panting softly.

	"Me neither," she said, kissing his cheek. "Don't take it out of me. Fuck me again."

	He grinned. "What do you think I am? A miracle?"

	"I mean rest a minute then fuck me again. I didn't get enough the first time."

	He kissed her, and their tongues coiled passionately together. "I didn't either," he said, running his mouth down her shoulder to her naked tits again. "I know I'll never get enough of you."

	Fawn nearly went into a swoon as he began tenderly to suck her nipples again. She knew they would never have another chance like this one and she gave herself up to it with total surrender.

	<Later>

       "Eric," she whispered, "it was never like that for me before. Never!"

	He kissed her mouth and sighed as her hand found his long limp cock and squeezed it gently. "Never for me, either," he said.

	"But it's wrong," she whispered shyly. "So wrong. I don't know what got into us. I just couldn't help myself. I wanted you so badly. I still want you so much. Isn't that awful?"

	"How could anything so good be awful?" he grinned, stroking her throbbing tits until she began to squirm with growing desire.

	She knew he was right. If it had thrilled her so much only because he was her brother, there might be something to worry about. But no, he had fucked her like no man had ever fucked her before. That was something you had to feel grateful for, not guilty.

	Fawn realized that they had to fuck again. They had to fuck more than once. Because if they parted now tomorrow their shame might overwhelm them. They might never have this moment again! She couldn't stand the thought of that.

	Already she could feel his huge prick swelling and throbbing again in her fingers. She rubbed it and stroked it, feeling it grow stiff. She rolled over on top of him, dangling her swollen tits in his face.

	"Do you like my body?" she murmured as he sucked her soft, bulbous left nipple into his mouth.

	"Ummmmmm," he nodded, trying to swallow it.

	Already Fawn was panting, writhing, pushing her upper body down into his face. He brought his hands up to her dangling tits, and hungrily devoured them with his lips and teeth. Fawn moaned loudly, feeling her tits fill with heat, her nipples burst with throbbing as he pinched and twirled them in his fingers, and sucked and lip-mauled them roughly.

	"Do you like my body better than Danika's?" she asked, feeling devilish.

	"Better, much better!" Eric panted, feeding her swollen, hanging tits into his mouth.

	He buried his face between them, wildly gobbling the taut pointing nipples. Fawn shut her eyes and pushed her aching tits down into his mouth. Tight helpless cawing sounds came from deep in her throat.

	"Ohhhhh ... do you like to suck my tits?"

	"Ummmmmm!"

	He was trying to swallow them. Her cunt was hot and wet with juice again. She pushed it down into the hard flesh of his belly, feeling his long prick rising against the crack of her ass, feeling it swell and twitch.

	"Ohhhhh ... Eric," she moaned. "This time I'm going to fuck you while you suck my tits, like this. Oh! Unh! Like this, ungh! Oh! Yes, yes!"

	She reached back with one hand and easily slipped the head of his thick twitching cock into the squishy wetness of her slit. Then she slid down on it, impaling herself on the stiff fucker. Giddy with animalistic heat, she fucked down on his prick, gyrating her hips.

	She squeezed his cock sharply again and again with the muscles of her cunt, writhing and whinnying with delight as he held her by her dangling tits, his fingers sinking into their spongy resilience. His lips and teeth and tongue drove her tight fiery nipples crazy.

	Gasping, Fawn wriggled her saliva-wet tits down into his face. She pinched his long probing cock with her dripping, velvety pussy.

	"Do you like to fuck me this way?" she gasped. "Unnnh! Eric? Eric? Oh baby, do you like it, do you like fucking me?"

	"God, yes!" Eric moaned.

	He clenched his muscles and slammed his prick up into her. His fingers dug in the jouncy firm flesh of her ass. His lips tore at her bursting nipples.

	"Am I ... ohhhhhh oh, Jesus! Jesus! Am I better than Danika? Am I? Unngghhh! Oh shit, you fuck me so good! I don't want it to ever stop! Unnggh! Tell me ... am I better? Will you come back, will you fuck me again? Oh please, Eric! Oh! Oh! I'm coming, baby! Right now!"

	The combination of his hungry mouth mauling her tits and the giant battering ram of his cock piercing her pussy had brought on a climax before she expected it. Shivering and whooping, she ground her cunt down on his upthrusting prick and held on for dear life.

	Her body was ripped to pieces by wave after delicious, pummeling wave of hot coming. Her orgasm never seemed to stop. It just dipped and rose and wrenched her with ferocious paroxysms, then subsided, then rose up again to bleed hot tremors out of her shuddering flesh.

	She didn't know how long it took for Eric to come too. But he did, and he gripped her roughly, then tore up into her from the bed. He plunged his prick deeper into her than ever. For the first time she felt herself wincing with pain as the huge monster skewered her cunt. His cock banged her cervix on every thrust.  It suddenly dawned on her that she was unprotected.  Jeff always wore a condom and she usually used a diaphragm, but this was so much unplanned and her passion was so overwhelming.  ‘It’s too late to worry about that now.’ She thought letting her passion take over her thought.

	"Ohhhhh owww! Ouch! Owwnnuugghhh!" she howled, her body suddenly gripped by an even fiercer seizure of coming.

	She rode him and rode him, her body squirming and flipping out of control. But Eric held her tightly and buried his massive cock in her time after time, plunging it deep, tearing her seething guts out with it. Fawn felt like he was pumping every last drop of jism in his balls into her.

	And this time when they were finished, it took them even longer to get back their breath. They lay gasping and groaning side by side, sticky with sweat, glowing with spent lust. They gazed at each other, but no longer with guilt.

	They were too tired for that, Fawn realized. She glanced at the bedroom clock and saw that they had been fucking this time for almost forty-five minutes. Staci would be home soon. She had to get Eric out of there.

	Reluctantly, he began to pull on his clothes. He kissed her slowly, stroking her naked back. Now his kiss was a lover's, not a brother's.

	"We have to find a way to do this again real soon," he grinned, kidding her.

	"You mean it?" She cuddled into his arms, gasping again as his mouth dipped to her swelling tits for one last thrilling suck at each long nipple. "Was I really better than Danika?" she whispered.

	"You're really better than anybody," he whispered back.

	"Call me?"

	"Tomorrow," he said, "If I can wait that long."

The End???
