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A Midnight Woman Ch. 1

By: atotk



"What was that?" he thought, as he looked up from his laptop screen. It was more a feeling than a sound. He gazed through the glass walls of his office into the darkened space beyond. He saw nothing. His imagination was playing tricks. It was after midnight and he was sure he was alone as he finished the column with the eight a.m. deadline. His eyes returned to the work. His fingers tapped across the keys again.

He heard something again and looked up. "Who's there?" he called.

And then, she was there, standing in his doorway. Taller than she really was, in the spiked heels. Stunning in a white chemise and a crimson form fitting skirt.

She reached over, flicked off the light switch, and the room went dark, except for the moonlight and the blue glow of the computer screen.

"What are you doing here?" he asked as he got out of his chair and came around the desk.

"You know," was all she said.

"No, I don't," he replied, his tone lacking conviction.

"Of course you do," she insisted as she stepped closer to him.

In the dark, he hadn't noticed she'd unbuttoned her white silk blouse. Now it fell to the floor and he watched mesmerized as she removed the bra that contrasted with her deeply tanned skin. He saw her small firm breasts in the moon-glow. Her nipples stood aroused and erect. He felt himself stir.

"I want you," she said.

"You know I can't," he answered with a catch in his voice.

"Yes, you can. And you will." She unfastened the waistband of her skirt and let it drop onto the rest of her clothing. She wore no underwear.

"Oh my God," he whispered, looking at her perfect body.

She stared into his eyes as she moved closer and began to unbutton his shirt. He could feel her hips and thighs brush against him as she moved. He stood motionless. 

She tossed his shirt onto a chair and he could feel her hot breath on his chest as she took one of his nipples between her teeth. A small gasp escaped his throat at the mixture of pain and pleasure. She slowly pulled his belt through the loops. Her fingers worked quickly and efficiently to unbutton his slacks and then pulled down the zipper, her eyes on his. She pushed him back into the chair, separated his knees and knelt between them. She very deliberately pulled off each of his shoes and socks. Finally, she grasped the waist of his slacks and pulled them down and over his legs, tossing them aside.

Finally, her eyes left his and gazed for a moment at his briefs. Then, she leaned her exquisite face forward and began to kiss and lick at his navel. At the same time, she placed her warm palm on his stomach and moved it in small circles, slowly moving downward.

"Please, don't do this," he pleaded, knowing it was wrong, but also knowing it would happen. He could not stop her. He could not stop himself.

Her hand moved inside the waistband. And then she grasped him. She looked back at his eyes, which were now closed, his neck craned backward. She pulled the briefs down over his legs and off. And then she slowly ran her tongue along his length. 

He opened his eyes to watch as she took both of his hands into hers and pulled him onto the soft, deep, office carpet.

He lay on his back, arms at his side, completely still, unable to make a move. He opened his eyes and saw her next to him, leaning on one arm, her eyes moving across his entire body. It seemed to him as if she was deciding where to start.

And then she was moving. Slowly, on all fours, her breasts swaying slightly with each movement, she moved behind his head. She stood tall on her knees looking down into his eyes, the slightest smile on her face. And then she put her knees on either side of his face. He looked up at her long dark hair falling around her face as she began to bend over him. She moved closer and closer to his hips without touching him. He could feel her warm breath on his groin. And then she took him into her mouth and he became steel. He groaned.

She lowered her hips to his face and he could smell the erotic aroma of her warm sex. He saw that she had shaved herself completely bare. As she continued to caress him with her mouth, he found himself pulling his tongue along her velvet softness. He could see her mouth moving up and down as he continued to fondle her most sensitive spot with his lips and tongue.

He watched as she raised her head and removing him from her mouth, she sucked her middle finger in, coating it with saliva. As she lowered her mouth to him again, he could feel her hand move along between his legs to his most intimate spot. And then suddenly, he felt her finger enter him. The sensation was incredible, as she moved her finger in and out in rhythm with the motions of her mouth.

He could feel the tension building in both of them. Her hips were moving on his face to an increasing pace in unison with her mouth, as her hand squeezed him.

He was unable to stop himself, now. He grasped her hips and rolled her to the side. She let go with her mouth and allowed him to move her.

And then he was on her, sliding her legs over his shoulders. And she grabbed him and pulled him to her.

And then he was in her.

And their motion began. It was not gentle. This was heat, pure animal lust. He grasped her shoulders and moved forcefully into and out of her. She gripped the back of his thighs, digging with dark red nails and pulling him into her as deeply as she could, groaning with each thrust. There was fury in both their eyes.

The crescendo of their motion built until with a final cry she grabbed his buttocks and held him firmly against her as her body began to tremor with release. As if by some unknown force, his climax merged with hers and he poured himself into her.

As he grabbed her shoulders and held her tight, his face touched her cheek and they both were covered with a sheen of warm sweat. As the wave subsided in them both he felt her body relax under him. His breathing began the slow descent to normal. His conscience began to surface. He raised up onto his elbows and looked into her eyes.

He kissed her once, very hard, then raised up again.

"God damn it," he said, "God damn you."

She just stared at him as he got up and quickly pulled on his pants, shirt and shoes. And then she laughed a deep throaty laugh.

He turned off the laptop and walked to the door. He turned back to look at the naked perfection lying there in the pale light of the moon.

"God damn me," was all he said. And then he left.

And his sister lay in the moonlight, softly laughing.

(To be continued)

This is my first submission. I would like to hear how readers liked it. Should I take the story further? Let me know. 

A Midnight Woman Ch. 2



Part One of this story is posted in Erotic couplings. You might want to read it also, to see how this started.

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He was an hour late for work, unshaved and he looked like hell as he made his way through the maze of desks and cubicles to his corner office. He closed the door behind him, threw his coat over a chair and closed the blinds to the outer offices. He needed time to think about last night, and he didn't need any interruptions.

He sat down at his desk and gazed out the window at the surrounding buildings and the traffic, 10 floors below. He wished he could fly. Fly away. 

He spun his chair back to his desk and that's when he saw it. The simple white envelope extending from his partially closed laptop. He lifted the screen to the computer and picked up the envelope. Nothing was written on the outside, but he knew who it was from.

It was from her. It was from his sister. He opened it and read the first words, "To my dearest Brother." A choke caught in his throat.

He laid his head on the back of his chair and closed his eyes, clasping the letter in his hand. His mind rushed past the events of last night to an evening seven years before.

He was twenty one and home for the winter break before his final semester at college. He and his sister lived with their father in an affluent suburb of a large Midwestern city. Their mother died when he was thirteen and his sister ten. It had been a brain tumor, and she had suffered horribly. And so his father had been left to take care of the boy and girl on his own. The father was an executive for a major pharmaceutical company and was away on business a lot, so it was left to the boy to look after his little sister. They had grown very close.

This night was his sister's eighteenth birthday, and her friends had taken her out for her initiation into the world of adulthood, basically to buy her a few 'legal' beers. Their father had been called out of town for a business appointment, leaving the son alone in the house with his sister. He did not expect to see her until bar closing time.

So, he was very surprised when the doorbell rang at 9:30, and he opened it to see his sister's limp body splayed across the front porch. He stepped out into the night chill to see if anyone else was there, but there was no one. He grabbed her shoulder and shook it, but she did not respond. The smell of beer was strong on her breath. She was passed out.

He slid his arms under her legs and shoulders and lifted her slight frame to his chest. He pushed the door open with his foot and carried her into the house, kicking the door shut behind him. He slowly carried his unconscious sister up the stairs to her room. 

The room was dark except for the ambient glow from the hallway lamp. He gently laid her on the bed and pulled off her fur-lined parka. As he did this, she groaned and rolled toward him, her soft blue cashmere sweater riding up, exposing the smooth skin of her belly. He looked at her breasts, barely hidden now, as they rose and fell with her breathing. He could plainly see the outline of her nipples through the fabric. There was no bra. He pushed the thought from his mind and moved to the end of the bed.

He pulled off her loafers and socks and looked up the length of her legs. He knew he should just throw the covers over her and let her sleep it off. But he didn't. Instead, he decided that he would undress her, put her pajamas on and let her sleep it off comfortably. She was his sister, after all. They had taken baths together when they were little, hadn't they?

He reached for the waistband of her pleated skirt and undid the top two buttons. He hesitated one last second and then pulled off the skirt. He was stunned to see his little sister wearing no panties. He couldn't believe it. It had to be a trick her friends had played on her before they dumped her on the doorstep. 

He wanted not to look, but he couldn't help himself. He pulled her leg toward him spreading her as he did. He saw her feminine folds open to his view and noticed that the dark hair had been neatly trimmed away from the lips. He gasped as he felt himself harden. His thoughts were turning to those he knew were wrong, but he wasn't sure he could stop them.

He moved further up the bed and gently pulled the sweater over her head. And then he had to stand up to look at the full length of his sister. She was more than he could have imagined. Her hair was long and dark and had fallen over her face. Her breasts were small but turned up with perfect brown nipples. Her stomach was flat and her waist slender. Her legs were long and elegantly shaped. My God, she was beautiful.

He was rock-hard now, as he sat back down on the edge of the bed. His mind was reeling, but he couldn't stop. He placed his hand between her legs and quietly began to stroke her. She stirred, but remained asleep. He reached his other hand to feel the supple firmness of her breasts, taking one nipple between his fingers, feeling it harden to his touch. His fingers began to move faster in her as she became more and more moist. He increased the pressure on her tiny sensitive button, and she seemed to respond by moving her hips slightly against his hand. It was more than he could take.

He removed his hand from her breasts and undid his belt, hurriedly pulling his pants and underwear down and over his hips allowing his straining erection to come free. 

As he continued to bury his fingers inside his sister, he began to pump himself furiously, knowing he didn't have long. And then he heard a slight moan escape her throat and he felt her legs clamp together, trapping his fingers. He continued stroking himself as he saw her body start to shudder. It was too much. He felt the eruption from within him in agonizing spurts, that felt so good. He saw the semen arc from him onto his sister belly and breasts. It seemed to keep coming forever. He wanted it to. He closed his eyes and stroked the last drops out of himself, just as his sister's legs relaxed their grip on him. Her hips slumped back into the bed.

Moments later, as his senses came back to him, he felt a panic. He pulled her beautiful hair way from her face but she remained unconscious, her breathing returning to normal. He looked down at her body with his white seed covering her and guilt overcame him.

"What have I done," he thought, "what have I done?"

He walked into the bathroom they shared across the hall and ran warm water over a washcloth. He wiped himself off first and pulled his slacks back up. He rinsed out the washcloth again and moved back to her. He cleaned himself off of her. He moved to her dresser and got out her pajamas. After only a small struggle, he had her clothed and under the covers. He looked down at his beautiful little sister lying there, passed out, and not so little anymore. He bent over and kissed the top of her head. And then he left, closing her door behind him.

He walked back downstairs, put on his parka and stepped out the back patio doors, into the cold December night air. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lit one and leaned back against the house. He knew he had done wrong. She was his sister and it was forbidden. But he had been unable to stop and, God help him, it had felt so good. Thankfully, she had not awakened. He began to cry.

That was seven years ago, and it was like yesterday. His sister had awakened the next day with a gigantic hangover. She had come down into the kitchen, still in her pajamas. She had asked him if he had put them on her and he told her yes. She thanked him, kissed his cheek and then never said another word. It would remain his secret, his terrible secret. And it did. Until last night.

He opened his eyes to the present and began to read the letter his sister had written.

"My dearest Brother,

I believe I know what you are thinking after last night. You're thinking what we did was wrong. And me, I don't know what I think about last night. But I know what I felt, and it didn't feel wrong. It felt good. It felt very good. I loved your touch on me and in me. And I loved taking you into my mouth and feeling you swell and hearing you groan. And I loved having your tongue taste me. I have wanted this to happen for a long time now. Seven years, to be exact. Yes, my brother, I know what happened that night. I was drunk, but I was aware. I know you thought I was still passed out, but your touch brought me awake. I acted asleep because I knew you would stop and run if you knew I was awake. Your fingers in me that night made me cum like no one ever had or has since. I can make myself wet just thinking about it. And when you came all over me, well, it was thrilling to have that effect on you. But, I didn't know what to do afterward, so I pretended. And then you went back to school and graduated and got this job so far away. And, so for the past seven years I have wondered. All through college, I fucked lots of boys. I say fucked not made love, because I have never made love or felt it since that night. And with you throwing yourself into your writing and not getting married, well, I just had to know what it would be like with you for real. And, now I know. And I loved it. I loved it so much it made me laugh. And even though you left so quickly, I know you loved it too. I also know your guilt is eating away at you. We 'broke the rules' we did the 'forbidden.' But whose rules? Not mine. And if you really think about how you felt seven years ago and how you were last night, I think you know they are not your rules either. So, I will be coming to you again soon. I won't tell you when, but very soon. And we will taste each other again. Until then, I love you.

He dropped the letter into his lap and just stared out the window, and thought about what she had said. Was she right? Were his feelings of guilt wrong? He didn't know. But he believed he was about to find out.

He handed the cabbie a twenty and hopped out. He walked quickly past the doorman, nodding, and into the lobby. His apartment was on the 14th floor overlooking the city. He pressed the button for 14 and hoped no one on another floor would stop his ascent. Since it was after eleven p.m. he thought his chances were good. He was right.

The elevator doors silently opened onto his hallway. Each floor had 4 condominium apartments. His was 1402. It was an expensive place to live, and truth be known, it was beyond his means. But he figured that he was a bachelor, he didn't have a lot of other expenses, the magazine was paying him decent money and what the hell, he deserved it.

As he opened his door, he immediately heard, "Don't turn on the light." And then he saw the orange glow of her cigarette as she inhaled. Startled as he was, he knew who it was. He had been half expecting her. It was the first time he had seen his sister since that night.

He closed the door behind him and threw his keys on the foyer table. It had been three days since they had been together, and he had been able to think of nothing and no one else.

"Hello, Dee, I guess we need to talk." Her name was Deanna.

"Yes, Brian, we do," as she took another drag.

"I didn't know you smoked. When did you start?" He had seen very little of his sister the past seven years. He left the mid-west and came to New York immediately following graduation, to take a job with the magazine. His sister had gone to school on the west coast and their time together had dwindled to just the holidays at their father's home. That is, until his untimely heart attack a year and a half ago. After that, Deanne had received her degree in advertising, and decided to pursue a career California. Since that time, they had not been together at all until that night.

"I've smoked since high school, just not in front of Dad or you."

"Really. Give me one, will you?"

"On the table," was her reply. He picked up the pack and her lighter and lit one for himself, pulling the smoke deep into his lungs. 

"God, this is awful," he coughed.

"Yeah, but I like it." She was silhouetted against the backdrop of the city skyline, her long hair pulled up on top of her head and her knees drawn up into her chest as she leaned back into the comfort of the overstuffed chair.

"How did you get in here?" he asked.

"I told the doorman I was your sister. I even showed him my driver's license. He was a pushover. It's amazing what a little touch on the forearm and a smile will do to most men. I told him it was your birthday and I wanted to surprise you by being here when you got home. I didn't think it would be so late, though. I drank some of your scotch. Hope you don't mind."

"Course not." Brian sat down on the sofa opposite Deanna.

"I've been here since five thirty. I got hungry and helped myself to your refrigerator. Don't you ever save anything? Not a damned thing to eat. I found a can of Campbell's soup. Not great, but at least it was something. Anyway, I got bored, so I took a shower and put on some of your clothes. That's okay, isn't it?"

"Sure," he said, realizing she was wearing an oversized tee shirt and his sweatpants.

"Dee, the other night, when I left, I didn't mean . ."

"I know Brian, I understand. I caught you off guard. I intended to, as a matter of fact. But, now here we are, so let's talk. I'll start, okay?" She snuffed out her cigarette.

"Yeah, go ahead."

"Okay. Well, like I said in the letter, ever since that night up in my bedroom, I haven't been the same. You see, Brian, you were my big brother. You were my hero. When you went away for college, I was devastated. It was just Dad and me then. I was fifteen and I had no one to talk to. Dad had no clue. He was wrapped up in work, and I basically lived my life on my own." Deanna picked up her glass and sipped at the scotch. Then she continued, "I'm sure you can remember what it was like when you were fifteen, can't you?"

Brian nodded, even though he wasn't sure exactly what she meant.

"Well, I remember when you were fifteen, Bri. I used to find your Playboy and Penthouse magazines under your mattress, not to mention the used Kleenex. I was only twelve, but I understood."

Brian felt a slight flush come over his face.

"So, anyway, you can just imagine what it was like for me, basically alone in that house most of the time. And I was becoming sexually aware, and I was developing needs, just like you did. Do you know what I mean?"

"Of course I do, Dee, go on."

"Well," she said after a slug of scotch and a drag on a newly lit cigarette, "I used to play with myself, you know, masturbate, just like you did. Only, instead of magazines, oh fuck Brian, how do I say this? Instead of magazines, I would just pull out a picture of you and fantasize about being with you. I would hold your picture in one hand and fuck myself with the other hand." She took another long swig of scotch.

"Dee, I had no idea."

"Of course not, big brothers never know. But I think a lot of girls fantasize about their older brothers. Anyway, I sure did. Oh my God, did I!"

"But what about other boys?" Brian asked.

"Oh there were plenty of them. I know I'm good looking. I also know what that means when it comes to power over men and boys. I went out with a lot of different boys in high school."

"Any of them get serious?"

"Maybe, but I didn't. I guess you might say I was sort of a cockteaser. I loved to get them all heated up; it made me feel good and powerful. Sometimes, I even gave them a feel, but just of my breasts and just through the sweater. Somehow, even though my body was screaming out to be touched, I couldn't let them. My mind kept going back to my big brother. Something made me stop and wait for you, even though I had no idea anything like that night would ever happen."

"Dee, about that night, you know I never meant to do it. It just happened. Afterward I felt so guilty."

"I'm sure you did, Brian. But you see, it was what I had been fantasizing about all the time you were away at college. I'm not sure when it started. Maybe it was when Mom died, and with Dad away so much, you just took care of me. You became my protector, my world. I needed you."

"That's completely natural, for brothers and sister, Dee."

"Sure it is, I know that, but somewhere along the line, it became more for me. And I think for you too."

Brian took a drag on his cigarette and dropped his chin to his chest.

"Remember how our bathroom door had the air-vent in the bottom of it, Bri?"

"Sure, I remember."

"Well, I used to sit on the steps below the door and look up through the vent at night. I would see you in there reading those magazines, or at least looking at the pictures," she teased.

Brian smiled.

"And I would be fascinated as you would start to beat off, and how big your cock would get. And then I would watch your face and I would see how your eyes would shut when you came. And it used to seem to me that you would come forever, as I watched. And I would touch my clit as I watched you. I didn't really even know what I was doing, but as time went on, I knew I loved how it felt. I could see you loved it too."

"And then, your senior year in high school, I was sleeping over at Sherry's house and I realized I had forgotten to bring any clean underwear so I ran home to get some. And, I remember Dad was out of town. And I came in the back door and the house was dark, but I heard music. I knew you had a date with that blonde bitch I hated, what's her name."

"Paula Perrault?"

"Right, Paula. Anyway, I figured you must have been making out, so I was real quiet. I snuck into the family room, and the only light was the fireplace burning, and I saw you two. And she was giving you a blowjob. And you know what Bri? I wasn't shocked, I was jealous. I just wished that it was me and not her. I wished I could have been sucking on your cock. I don't know why. I mean, I could have had plenty of boys, even at fifteen. But it was you I wanted. It always was. It always has been." Dee lit another from the burning but of her last cigarette.

"Dee, there is nothing wrong with a girl having a crush on her older brother, especially as close as we were, given our circumstances." Brian poured himself a scotch. A tall one.

"Brian, get serious here, that was no crush. I didn't wish we could kiss and cuddle. I wanted to make love with you. But of course, I knew that was never going to happen. I knew it was 'forbidden' for a brother to fuck his sister." 

Her use of the words surprised Brian, although he found himself getting aroused.

"So, then when you were home for Christmas that time, I'm not sure exactly what happened, but when I came to, and you were feeling me, it was like, well, like my dream come true. When you started fucking me with your fingers, and playing with my tits, I almost couldn't stay still. But I didn't want you to stop, and I though maybe you would take it all the way, and if you did, then I would go with you. But, I guess something stopped you, but what did happen was thrilling to me. I almost yelled when you made me come. And when I felt your hot sperm landing on my tits, it was almost more than I could take." 

Brian was staring intently at his sister now, unable to speak, not wanting her to stop.

"So, I won't bore you with the details since then, Bri, I'm sure you can imagine the life of college girls. But I will tell you this: Every cock I sucked, I imagined it was your's; every guy I fucked had your face; and every time I came, I was back in my bedroom with your fingers in me." With that, Dee put down her glass and cigarette and got up out of the chair. She walked around the coffee table and knelt in front of Brian. 

"So, what do you think, Bri, is your baby sister depraved? Am I wrong to feel the way I do about you?"

Brian was still speechless, but managed to shake his head from side to side, letting Dee know that it was okay.




A Midnight Woman Ch. 3



Brian blinked his eyes open. He had drifted off to sleep. He felt his sister's rhythmic breathing on his chest and abdomen, and realized that she was asleep, lying atop him. He moved a little, trying to awaken her, but she did not move. He realized that the combination of scotch and the exquisite tension of the sex had totaled her. She was in deep sleep. Brian carefully rolled her off of him and onto the cushiony softness of the sofa. He quietly got up and padded naked across the room to a closet where he got a blanket. He covered her. Then he stood up and just looked at the side of Deanna's face. She was his sister, but she was beautiful.

Brian pulled on his sweatpants she had been wearing. He picked up one of her cigarettes and lit it. He walked over to the window and looked down on the city. He wondered what would happen now. He had gone to far to deny his wanting her. But how would they deal with it. The world would not understand, that was for sure. He turned from the window, stubbed out the cigarette. He walked through his bedroom into the bath. He turned on a light and looked at his face in the mirror. He pulled off the sweat pants and looked down at his cock and balls, covered with a mixture of both their cum. He reached in and turned on the shower.

The water was hot and felt soothing, cascading over his body. He grabbed a bar of soap and began to slowly and idly wash himself. But his mind was on Deanna. She had made good on her promise. She had taken him places he had never been and he had felt things as never before. Had she really put her tongue in his ass? He just couldn't believe it. Brian closed his eyes as his soapy hands made their way to his cock, which was unbelievably stiff again. Had just thinking about Deanna done this? He lathered his palm and began to stroke his hardness. He leaned his head back into the spraying water and closed his eyes. With his other soapy hand, he reached behind himself and found the ring of his asshole. He easily slipped his middle finger in. Oh god, it felt so fucking good. He picked up the pace of the masturbation as visions of Deanna's perfect body danced before his dreaming eyes. And then, he was shooting out ropes of thick white cum for the second time tonight. That hadn't happened in quite a while. Living alone, he beat off a lot, but once was usually enough to relieve his need. He stroked his finger in and out of his ass, and strained to shoot the final drops of his semen onto the black tile floor of the glass walled shower stall. He pulled the finger out and his body shook. He needed sleep.

After toweling off, Brian slipped the sweatpants back on and walked back into the living room. Deanna was just as he had left her, except she had added a barely perceptible snore to her breathing. Brian smiled. He turned and made his way back into his bedroom. He lay down on top of the covers and pulled them around him. That was all it took, he was instantly asleep.

Deanna rolled onto her back, pulling the blanket up to her chin, and then opened her eyes. She saw the sunlight pouring in the window, filling the room. She turned her head searching for a clock somewhere. She found it as part of Brian's stereo display. 9:30 it said. She stretched her arms out from under the blanket and over her head, arching her back as she yawned. Wow, had she slept hard.

She got off the sofa and wrapped the blanket around her for warmth, not modesty. She padded quietly through the hall to Brian's room. There he was, lying on his back, with the bedspread pulled over him. His mouth was open and a little bit of drool was running from the corner. She laughed to herself. He was more handsome with drool running than most of the guys she knew on their best day.

Deanna closed the glass door behind her and just stood in the middle of the three shower- heads firing water at her from all directions, hitting almost every part of her body. She had discovered from the long shower she had taken the night before, how to aim the heads to hit just the right spots. And so for ten blissful minutes, she let the water work its magic. Mmmm, it felt delicious. She reached over to one of the heads, which detached into a hand held. She dialed it to the pulsing position. She put one foot up onto a plastic stool that she assumed Brian kept for when he wanted a long soak. It was just the right height to give her easy access to her pussy lips and clit. And so, she let the pulsing begin as far back between her legs as her hand would reach, feeling the water hitting her anus. Slowly, she felt the warm jets pry apart her feminine folds and wash her inside and finally, it found her clit. Oh yes, that was nice.

"Let me do that."

It was Brian, stepping into the shower. He startled her, but just for a moment. He kissed her on the mouth and ran his fingers through her long, dark, wet hair. Then, he took the hand held from her. He gently pushed her down into a sitting position on the plastic chair. He pulled a towel from off the glass wall and threw it to the tile at her feet. He kneeled on the towel and as he did, she spread her legs, giving him a perfect view of her. 

"Oh yes," he said, "I think this definitely needs a cleaning." And he began to spray her tender pussy, pulling at her clit with the fingers of his other hand, as he did. She leaned her head back against the shower wall and closed her eyes. The spray continued to feel wonderful between her legs, and then he replaced his fingers with his tongue. He began licking along the folds of her pussy, and up to her clit. He did this several times before settling at her button to lick with more intensity. He licked and even nibbled, using just his lips. Deanna thought the feeling was incredible. There were other things she would have liked for him to do, but she could teach him those things at another time. He was so earnest in his current endeavor, she decided to just lean back and enjoy. After several minutes, she felt the moment coming and grabbed Brian by the back of the head and pulled his mouth tighter to her. She pulled her legs together against his ears. He licked at her feverishly and she let herself go, cumming into Brian's open mouth, mixing with the shower water. It was heavenly. And she cried out, "Oh god, yes Brian, you're so good. That is perfect, keep me cumming. Yes, that's it. Suck my clit, Bri, suck it into your mouth and hold it. Yeah, that's it. Oh, fuck yes. You're so good, so fucking good."

Finally, her legs loosened around his head and taking his face into her hands, she pushed him away from her sex and pulled him up to her face. She put her mouth on his and slipped her tongue as deep as she could. With her hands, she slid down his chest to his awaiting hard-on. It was hard against her fingers as she wrapped them around it and slowly stroked. 

She pulled her face away from his and said, "My turn."

She pushed him down, so that he was lying with the soaked towel under his hips. The warm water continued to fall on both of their red-hot bodies. She slowly rolled a washcloth and put it under his head, and then she went to work. She spread his legs and pulled his swollen balls up to meet her mouth, sucking one then the other then both into her mouth. "Mmmm," she hummed as Brian groaned. She continued to roll his balls around in her mouth until he thought he would go crazy. All the time, she continued the rhythmic stroking motion of her hand on his cock. And then she released his balls and started her tongue up the underside of his cock. When she got to the tip, she slipped her mouth just over the head and licked her tongue in a swirl. She took her mouth away, just long enough to ask, "Do you like this Bri?"

"Oh, yeah, oh yeah," was his breathless reply.

And then she slipped him back into her mouth and began to move up and down, each time going just a little further, until she could feel his wet matted pubic hairs against her nose. She didn't like that feeling, but she would see to that later. She slowly slid her mouth all the way off of him again and said, "Cum in my mouth, Brian, I want your cum." And she slid back down the length of his cock. She continued this slow motion pistoning, until finally, she felt his hips rise up, his ass cheeks tighten and he began pouring his cum into her waiting throat. She pulled up on his ass and held her mouth tight over his cock until she felt the last spurt, and his hips relaxed.

"Oh my god, Dee, you took it, you took it all. No one has ever done that to me before."

"I loved it," she replied. Licking shower water and the last of his come from his cock.

She crawled up and kissed him lightly on the mouth and then said, "Now be a good boy, won't you, and get me a towel, I'm hungry."

Dee had pulled a form-fitting long sleeve tee shirt over her head and put some clean white panties on. She combed through her wet hair until it hung long and dark, framing her face. She touched her lips with a deep red lipstick and pronounced herself ready for breakfast.

Brian was sitting in his sweats at the kitchen counter, sipping a cup of the coffee he had just made. He looked up as Dee came in through the doorway. His little sister made quite a vision in the morning light. 

"Hey, you got an apron, Bri? I'm gonna make us some food. I'm ravenous. Wonder why?" She smiled a wicked smile.

"Yeah, in the tall cabinet next to the refrigerator."

She grabbed it and tied it around her waist. She opened the refrigerator, and saw exactly what she had seen the night before. Not much.

"Damn, Brian, I forgot, you don't have a thing in here. Is there a store near?"

"Yeah, there is a small grocery on the corner, but . ."

"No buts, big brother, just hike down there and get a pound, no make that two pounds of bacon and a quart of milk and some Bisquick. I'll make us some pancakes. Now, hustle, before I pass away before your eyes." She put her hands on her hips and dared him to defy her. Brian laughed, but then he threw on his Nikes and went out the door.

Dee poured herself a cup of coffee, lit a cigarette and walked into the living room. She pulled her portable phone from her bag. She needed to make a call. It was best to do it now, while Brian was gone. 

She sat down on the padded window bench and pulled her knees up to her chest. She punched in the numbers and then took a drag and looked out the window while it rang.

When the answer came, Dee said, "Hi, it's me. I'm here."

She listened and then said, "That sounds great. What time?"

She listened again and then, "Oh, that's perfect. I'll see you then, I can hardly wait." She pushed the off button and returned the phone to her bag. She looked back out the window at the streaming city traffic below. She sipped her coffee, pulled on the cigarette and smiled.

Brian returned minutes later, carrying a plastic grocery bag. He pulled a bottle of maple syrup from the bag. "Good thing I thought of this, or we would have had some dry pancakes!" He dumped it onto the counter and Deanna went to work. 

"Can I help?" Brian asked.

"You did enough for me already this morning, don't you think?" She gave him a mischievous grin, arching her eyebrows.

"Yeah, well, you didn't do so bad yourself, I'm surprised you're hungry" he laughed.

"Yeah right, but nevertheless, I'm making breakfast, so sit down and watch," she said as she turned her back to him.

Brian marveled at the sight of her perfectly toned ass and leg muscles. "No problem," he said. 15 minutes later, they were both finishing the stacks of cakes and the full pound of bacon Dee had fried. 

"God, I love bacon. Remember when we were kids and all we ever wanted was bacon sandwiches, Bri?"

"Yup, I remember. I guess it's not really that good for you, but it sure tastes great."

"Well, my dear brother, there are lots of things people say are not good for you. And you know what? That just makes me want them more."

Brian understood that Dee was referring to more than just food.

Dee cleared the dishes into the sink. She took Brian by the hand and led him into the living room. She hopped up on the window seat again and patted the other end, for Brian to sit. He did, and she said, "Okay, Brian, last night I talked, but I didn't give you a chance. It's your turn, so tell me all that you're thinking."

"Boy," he sighed, "that's a lot. Okay, well let's see. First, Dee, what are you doing here. I mean, here in New York? Don't you have to be at your job in LA?"

"Oh that, well, I had to come out her to meet with a potential client. I knew I was going to come to you that first night, but I didn't want to tell you I was coming to town, so I just showed up. After the way you left that night, I wasn't sure how you would react. I knew you would need some time to think, so I got a hotel room. I did some business the next couple of days, and then I came here. Matter of fact, I'm meeting my client again for dinner on Monday night. In the meantime, we have the rest of the weekend together." She reached out and touched the inside of his forearm, rubbing her fingertips gently up and down. "So, now, Brian, tell me. Tell me all."

"I don't know, I guess it started long before that night on your eighteenth birthday. After Mom died, I just felt like I needed to take care of you. You know Dad tried, but he wasn't much help, being gone all the time and all."

Deanna nodded but said nothing.

"And somewhere along the line, I suppose it was when you started to mature, maybe about 13, or so, you know, I was feeling the pressures all guys get when they are sixteen. And I was doing some things with some girls, you know heavy petting, that sort of thing."

"And maybe an occasional blowjob," chimed in Dee with a glint in her eye.

"Well, maybe occasionally, but mostly just kissing and touching, and a lot of beating off by myself. But then, I remember, one night, I was walking down the hall, past the bathroom, and the door was cracked open about an inch, and you must have just gotten out of the shower, 'cause you were completely naked. And you were just kind of looking at yourself in that full-length mirror we had in there. And you were sort of spinning and posing, kind of like a model. And the way you moved and the way you looked, I couldn't take my eyes off you, even though I knew it was wrong. But, god, you were just starting to get hair on your pussy and your little tits were just sprouting, but I remember, I watched as you rubbed your nipples and they got real long. I couldn't stand it, so I went back to my room, locked the door and masturbated, thinking of my little sister. I'm telling you Dee, I must have shot cum 5 feet in the air, I came so hard. Afterward I felt so guilty, spying on you like that, not to mention having those thoughts about my sister." Brian raised his head and looked at Deanna.

"Hey, listen, Brian, did it ever occur to you that I always locked the bathroom door, when I took a shower. I wasn't gonna let you or Dad just walk in on me. So why do you think it happened to be cracked open that night?"

"You mean you knew?"

"Yes, of course I knew. I was showing myself off and I knew Dad wasn't home and I hoped you would walk by. But, I didn't know you jacked off over me!"

"Well, I did. And it seemed from then on, whenever I beat myself off, it was you I was thinking about. I don't remember ever seeing you completely naked like that again, until that night. But each year as you got older, and filled out more, it just made my dick hurt more, and my conscience. Some of the bikinis you would wear to the beach, made my heart pound. Unbelievable."

"But you never said or did anything," said Dee, "I figured after I showed myself off to you, that you would say something, but you never did, so I thought maybe you just were not interested in your sister that way."

"Oh, I was interested, all right. I watched you all the time, until I went away to college. I just didn't know how to handle it. I thought I might wreck you, or our relationship, or our family. So, I just kept the thoughts to myself. When I was at school, I spent most of the time working on my degree. You know about most of the girls I went with. I had sex with some of them, but nothing ever very serious emotionally for me. And in the back of my mind there was always you. And each time I came home from school on break, it seemed that you got more beautiful, more mature and well, more sexy."

Deanna smiled.

"And then that night. That night, when I found you on the porch, passed out, well, I guess all those years of wondering just got to me. When I took your clothes off and looked at you, well, I wanted to stop, I knew I should, but there was no way. It was like ten years of frustration watching you, made its way up from me. And when I came, it wasn't a relief; it was more like a punishment. I remember thinking, . .well, you know what I was thinking. But then the next morning, when you acted like nothing had happened, I felt relief that at least I hadn't screwed you up too."

"Of course you didn't Bri. Like I said in the letter, I knew. I wanted it to happen; I just didn't know quite how to let you know. Anyway, here we are now. So lets enjoy each other without the guilt put on us by someone else. I love my brother. So what, nothing wrong with that, is there? And I like to give him pleasure. That's okay too, isn't it? And now we know he likes to give me pleasure as well. So what's the problem? Fuck society and its rules. I hate rules."

With that, Dee grabbed Brian by the neck and pulled him onto the carpet. He was on his back, she on top of him, full length. She started tenderly kissing his face, his eyes, his neck. It was not the same urgency as the night before, but she could feel the reaction growing in his sweatpants.

"I love you, Brian. Always have."

"I love you too, Dee." 

Deanna rolled off Brian onto the floor next to him. As they both stared at the ceiling, feeling full of pancakes and thinking about what had just been said, Dee placed her hand on Brian's groin. She lightly massaged his cock.

"Seems like you just can't get enough of me, huh Bri?" She removed her hand, "Well keep that thought. Right now, it feels so good lying here in the sun; I think I'll take a nap. After that, I have some things I want to show you. Okay?"

Brian turned his head toward her, but her eyes were already closing and she was curling up against him, her perfect ass pushing into his hip. Brian rolled her way and fitted his body to hers, his subsiding erection fitting nicely into the curvaceous backside. He closed his eyes and soon they were both asleep.

(To be continued)



A Midnight Woman Ch. 4



Deanna awoke, lying in the middle of the living room carpet, with Brian's arm around her. She carefully lifted his arm and rolled away from him. She glanced at the clock and it was 3:45. They had been dozing lazily on the floor for over two hours.

Deanna stood and looked down at Brian. "Poor baby," she thought, "he had a strenuous night and wake-up!" Deanna chuckled quietly to herself. She grabbed a coke from the refrigerator and sat back on the sofa in the living room to wait for Brian to awake. She lit a cigarette and leaned her head back on the cushion, blowing smoke-rings at the ceiling.

Brian stretched and lazily opened his eyes, yawning. "Hey, I must have been tired, I never take naps."

"I guess I wore you out, huh Bri?" Deanna teased.

"Maybe a little, but I think I'll be okay," he jabbed back, "what time is it?"

"Quarter to four," she answered. "How about we go someplace nice to eat, my treat?"

"Sounds great to me, but you don't need to pay, Dee."

"No, really, I want to. I can afford it, don't worry about it, Bri." Deanna knew she could afford dinner and much more, but she wasn't ready to tell Brian everything just yet.

"Okay, okay, I'm not too proud to take a free meal. The advertising world must pay better than I thought. Let me call around and see where I can get us a reservation. "

Twenty minutes and numerous calls later, Brian finally found a small neighborhood Italian place he had been to a few times. He liked it. It had great food and wine and the atmosphere was very romantic. Lots of small dark booths for intimate conversation and a couple of roving violinists really set the mood.

"Okay, we're all set for 6:00 at Gino's. That's the only time we could get calling this late. Anyway, you'll like it, great Bolognese sauce, almost as good as Mom used to make."

"Ooh, sounds wonderful," Deanna replied, closing her eyes as she did. "I can still remember her standing there stirring that sauce and feeding us spoonfuls 'just to test it', remember Bri?"

"Yeah, she was a great cook. I still miss her a lot," Brian said wistfully. "I wonder what she would think of us now, Dee?" His eyes dropped to the floor.

"Well, I doubt she would approve. On the other hand, she always wanted us to be happy, and I am happy, how 'bout you?"

"Yeah, I'm happy, but I still feel a little guilt, somehow."

"I know you do Brian, but you just have to let it go. Now we're gonna have a great meal together, some nice wine and maybe even a little dancing, Whaddya say big brother?"

"Right," he said raising his eyes to hers, seeing the brightness there.

She put her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. 

"Okay then, we've got a couple of hours. Hmmm, come with me, I've got something I want to give you." She took his hand and led him into his bedroom. She pushed him down on the bed and said, "Wait right here." And she left the room.

Brian sat wondering what in the world she would be giving him. She called from the hall, "Close you eyes." He did.

Deanna stood in front of Brian and said "Okay, open your eyes."

She was standing in front of him, all of her clothes off, her breasts proudly addressing him with stiffened nipples, and her hands behind her back.

"What's behind your back, Dee?"

"These," she said, and held out a pair of men's silk paisley boxers. She rubbed them against his cheek. "Nice, huh?"

"Yeah, they feel real soft, but I wear cotton briefs, I can't wear those."

"Oh yes you can, Brian, and what's more, you'll love it, because that is not all I'm going to give you."

"Really, what else?" He looked around the room and saw nothing new.

"Well, be patient. First, let's get you out of these clothes." She pulled his sweatshirt over his head, then leaned forward and sucked one of his nipples into her mouth, causing him to moan just a little. They were still sensitive from the night before.

Then, she untied his shoes and pulled them and his socks off. She took his hands and pulled him to his feet. Her hands slipped under the waist of his jogging pants and pulled them and his white cotton briefs down to the floor. She softly pulled on each calf, and he raised his foot in response. She flung the pants away. Still kneeling, she grabbed his ass cheeks in each hand and pulled his half-erect cock to her face. She licked the very tip, teasingly. Then she stood.

"Hey, what's the deal here?" Brian panted.

"Hold on, big boy, just hold on." She stood and went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. 

Brian's heart raced a bit faster at the thought of another shower like the one they had shared that morning. He followed her into the bath. 

"Okay, Brian, sit down." She pushed him onto the toilet seat. She pushed his knees apart. And then she reached into her travel case and pulled out a small pair of scissors.

"Wait a minute, what are you doing?" Brian said, with some concern creeping into his voice.

"I'm going to shave you, but first I'm going to trim you down. It will make the razor work more smoothly."

"Wait, Dee, you mean you're going to shave my groin? You can't do that, I mean what will I look like? How could I go to the gym?" Now he was definitely concerned.

"Actually Brian, that is exactly what I'm going to do. Cock, balls and all! And you know what, don't worry about the gym, it will grow back if you want it to. But, you like how I feel shaved don't you?" He nodded. She smiled her most wicked smile. "Okay then, sit still. I want to feel you the same way." And she began to snip at his pubic hair.

When she had cut it as close as she could, she put the scissors away and lifted him by the hands. Then she pulled him into the shower. She kneeled down and took his cock into her mouth and began to suck him to full attention. It didn't take long.

"It's easier to shave when it's hard," she explained, smiling. He wondered how she knew that. She pulled him from the spray and sat him on the plastic stool, spreading his legs completely apart, giving her complete access. Taking some shave cream in one hand, she used the other to lather his balls and the space between them and his ass. Then she lathered his cock, rubbing up and down as if giving him a hand job. Brian watched, oddly fascinated, as his whole groin turned white.

Deanna put the shave cream aside and picked up the safety razor. She studiously began to stroke away the short vestiges of hair. She was delicate in her handling of him. Brian watched in utter amazement as his groin began to appear from under the white shave cream, bare as a newborn. The feeling of the razor sliding across his scrotum almost made him cum right in Dee's face. But, he held on and managed to control himself. Finally, she put the razor down and pulled Brian into the warm spray. It felt strange, but in a pleasant way.

Deanna looked into his eyes and said, "Now, let me see how you taste without all that hair tickling my nose." With that, she kneeled again and took his balls into her mouth. He moaned as she rolled the now hairless pouch around in her mouth. "Oh, much better," she said releasing his balls and then sucking his cock through her lips. 

She looked up at Brian's contorted face and taking her mouth off of him momentarily, she said, "It's okay, Bri, let it go, I know you're ready," and she sucked him back in just as she felt his cock begin to tremor. She grabbed his ass and pulled him to her, slowly allowing his cock to move all the way into her throat, until her nose was touching his now bare belly. 

Brian practically screamed as pulse after pulse shot out of him and down Deanna's throat. She held him tight, swallowing every wave, until she felt his whole body start to relax. She carefully moved her mouth to the very sensitive tip of his cock and just held it there, allowing the last tiny drops to ooze into her mouth.

Brian shuddered.

"Oh my god, Dee, that was the most erotic thing I've ever done."

She pulled her mouth from his softening cock and stood. She kissed him, parting his lips with her tongue, fucking it into his mouth. He tasted the last remnants of his own seed. And it tasted good to him. She stood back and looked down at him. 

"Glad you liked it, Brian. Matter of fact, I hope you loved it. I know I did. By the way, you look great. Now, you go ahead and finish your shower. When you come out, we'll put some cream on so you don't get razor burn. Then, I think you may change your mind about the silk underwear."

She left the bathroom with Brian staring after her. Where had his little sister learned all of this stuff? It was unbelievable.

He finished washing himself, grabbed a towel and stepped out of the shower. He stepped in front of the full-length mirror in the corner and almost gasped when he saw himself. He was as bare as the day he was born. He cradled his balls in his hand and was amazed at how soft he was without the hair. He actually thought it didn't look too bad. As a matter of fact, he thought his cock looked bigger, which wasn't all bad.

Deanna stepped back into the room, a towel wrapped around her. "Well, what do you think?"

"I think I look different, but not quite how I thought. I actually think my cock looks bigger, don't you?" To Deanna, he seemed like a little boy with a new toy.

"You never have to worry about that, Brian, you're plenty big, with or without hair. Now let's get some lotion on that 'big' cock of yours." She laughed.

She pulled a bottle of lotion from her case and poured it onto her hands. She then applied it all over his entire groin, not missing a single spot. She even used the lotion to insert one of her fingers into his asshole as she massaged the lotion into him. Unbelievably, he started to get hard again. She pulled away.

"Whoa, big boy, save that thought 'til later. Now put these on." She handed him the boxers and he slid them up his legs and over his hips. They were cool on his skin and his sister had been right, he liked the feeling.

"Okay, now leave so I can get myself ready for our date. By the way, don't worry about calling a cab; I already took care of it." She stepped into the shower.

********

Brian was sitting on the sofa reading the financial section from that morning's paper when Deanna stepped into the doorway. She looked stunning in a short black evening dress with spaghetti straps across her shoulders. Her legs were covered in dark nylons and she wore spiked heels. Her long dark hair perfectly framed her sparkling brown eyes and luscious red lips. "Oh my god," he thought, "a brother shouldn't think these thoughts when he looks at his sister." But he did.

"You look unbelievable," was all he could say.

"I feel unbelievable," she responded. "And how are you feeling?" she asked, looking directly at his zipper.

"Well, 'smooth' is the word I guess I would use," he said, trying to push his growing hard-on to one side of the boxers. This was a much easier process with briefs!

"Good, now let's go, our carriage awaits." She took his arm and they left.

When the two stepped out the front door of Brian's building, Brian asked the doorman to whistle up a cab. Deanna stopped him. 

"Brian, I told you, I already took care of it," and she pointed to a shiny black limousine waiting curbside.

"We're going in that?" he asked.

"Absolutely, nothing is too god for my big brother."

"But that will cost a fortune, this isn't necessary, Dee. I don't want you paying for this."

"Brian, get in, it's no problem, don't worry about it." And as the driver held the door, Deanna and Brian got into the backseat. 

Brian looked around the plush interior and then turned to her. "Dee," he started, but she put her finger to his lips and quieted him.

"Just enjoy," was all she said as she slipped her arm through his.

The ride to Gino's took about ten minutes. Neither of them spoke much. Deanna just looked out the windows at the passing lights of the city and Brian sat wondering where Dee was getting the money for all this. Nevertheless, he was enjoying.

"Good evening, do you have a reservation?" asked the maitre d'. 

"Yes, at 6:00 under the name of Sterling," Brian replied.

"Yes sir, right this way."

He led them to a small booth in a dark cozy corner near the back. Brian let Dee slide in and then followed her. The maitre d' gave them both menus and introduced their server for the evening, Anthony. Anthony was a very handsome 20's something young man with an authentic Italian accent. He asked if they would like a cocktail before ordering. Brian ordered a bottle of Chianti. And then they were alone.

"Well, what do you think of the place?"

"I think it is perfect, Brian. I love the atmosphere. When do the violins start?"

"Not sure, probably a little later. Dee, tell me what's going on here. I mean the limo, you buying dinner, and everything."

"Not now, Brian, let's not talk about it now, I'll explain later." She smiled and then he felt her hand on his thigh under the tablecloth.

"Name a state," she said.

"What?"

"Name a state of the union."

"Um, Nebraska."

"Wrong," she replied and moved her hand further up his thigh toward his groin. "Name another one," she laughed.

"Boy, that's an old one," Brian said also smiling.

"Yeah, but a good one," said Dee, moving her hand onto his soft cock.

"You know how you see couples holding hands in restaurants, Bri? Well, I prefer holding other things," and she squeezed his balls lightly. His reaction was that of any normal male: he groaned and his cock rose immediately to attention. "There, that's better," she said."

"You can't be serious."

"Oh yes, and as soon as Anthony takes our order, I'm going to show you how serious I am."

Brian gulped.

Anthony brought the Chianti and two glasses. He set them down in front of Brian and Deanna and poured a small taste into Brian's glass. He noticed that Brian seemed a little nervous as he picked up the glass and sipped. He also noticed that Deanna only had one hand on the table. He smiled at her, and it seemed to him that she winked back.

"It's fine," Brian said, and Anthony finished pouring them each a glass of wine. 

"Would you care to order now, or would you prefer more time," asked Anthony.

"Oh, Brian let's order, I'm so hungry, I've just got to get something into my mouth." Deanna said it to Brian, but she was looking directly into Anthony's eyes, smiling. "Order for us Brian."

"Okay," Brian semi-squeaked, as he felt Dee's hand slide up his now engorged cock, under the table.

"We'll have two orders of linguine with Bolognese sauce and two Caesar salads, no anchovies for me."

"No anchovies for me either, Anthony," added Deanna.

"Very well, then." Anthony turned and left.

"Christ, Dee, he knew. I could see it in his eyes; he knew what you were doing."

"Really? You think so? Well, let's see if he can figure this one out." Deanna picked up her spoon and dropped it onto the floor. Quicker than Brian could imagine possible, his sister ducked under the tablecloth and was pulling down his zipper, freeing his swollen cock. And before he could resist, he felt the velvety smoothness of her lipstick-covered mouth engulf him. She sucked him powerfully toward her throat and then drew back, then sucked him in again. She did this several times more, bringing Brian to the brink of cumming and then without warning, she popped back up above the tablecloth, saying, "Here it is," holding up the spoon.

Brian was speechless when he heard and saw Deanna wave Anthony over to the table. "Anthony, I'm afraid I dropped my spoon and got it dirty, would you bring me a clean one, please?"

"Certainly, Miss," he said in his charming accent.

"He's kind of cute, don't you think, Bri?"

Brian managed to nod as he struggled to put his inflamed cock back into his pants. But, Dee knew what he was doing, and grabbed his hand, pulling it away from his groin and toward hers. She had hiked her dress-front up almost to her waist and she put his hand onto her bare mound. Brian turned his head to look at her realizing she was wearing no underwear. She smiled as if nothing at all was happening. Keeping her hand on top of his, she began working his middle finger along her well-lubricated pussy lips. Once his fingers stopped resisting, she laid her head back on the seat and looked around the room. No one seemed to be paying them any attention. That was okay, she supposed, although she wouldn't have minded if they had! She grabbed and stroked Brian a couple more times and said, "Keep this where I can get to it." It didn't sound like a request to Brian.

Suddenly, Anthony reappeared carrying the romaine and ingredients to make their salads tableside. Brian immediately removed his hand from Dee's pussy and straightened up, his face feeling a slight blush. Dee, on the other hand, kept her hand on Brian and started chatting with Anthony as he prepared the salad.

"What part of Italy are you from, Anthony?"

"Sicily, actually, Miss, er excuse me, maybe it is Mrs."

"No, it's Miss, Anthony, isn't it Brian?"

"Uh, yes, it's Miss," answered Brian, trying to regain his composure.

And then they heard the violinist as he moved toward them.

"Good evening Signore e Signorina, would you care to hear something, just for you?" 

"Oh Brian, it's just like in Lady and the Tramp. Remember when they were eating the plate of spaghetti? What was that song, you know, something about 'tonight is the night, such a beautiful night'?" Dee looked at the violinist for help.

"I think you mean 'La Bella Notte,' signorina." And he began to play. Deanna loved that song.

Anthony served the salad onto their plates and placed them on the table as the violinist finished the song. Brian handed the musician a ten-dollar bill. He thanked Brian profusely and moved on to another table. 

"Enjoy your salads, your linguine will be ready soon." Anthony turned and left.

"Okay, Brian eat your salad. Geez, I sound like Mom used to!" Dee laughed and stabbed a crouton. They both loved Caesar salads. Just as Brian put the last bite into his mouth, Anthony reappeared and removed their salads. He then placed two steaming plates of linguine in front of them. He re-filled their wine glasses and then said, "Is there anything else I can do for you, right now?" He looked from Brian to Deanna.

"Not yet," said Dee with a mischievous smile, which Brian didn't notice but Anthony certainly did.

"Very good, then, enjoy your meal."

They ate and drank their wine almost in silence, savoring every bite. At one point, Dee turned to Brian with a long linguine noodle hanging from her lower lip. Slowly and almost sensuously she sucked it up over her chin and into her mouth. "I love sucking, don't you Bri?" The double-entendre was not missed by Brian.

"Well, Dee," Brian countered, "that's why it's there, to be sucked."

"Too bad you didn't have clams," laughed Dee. 

They both almost had a laughing fit over that little sexual reference. The second bottle of Chianti was definitely having its effect.

When dinner was finished, Dee excused herself and went to the ladies' room. Brian remained seated just kind of drifting through the past 24 hours in his mind. He thought of the unbelievable sexiness of the entire time, of the erotic nature of the relationship developing with Deanna. How would it go forward? Where would it go forward? Did he want it to go forward? So many questions unanswered. 

"What the hell," he thought, "I'm not gonna worry about it now." He took a big gulp of Chianti and refilled his glass.

While she was in the ladies room, Deanna pulled a small notebook from her purse and scribbled a note on it. She put the notebook back away and looked into the mirror at her reflection. She touched up her lipstick, fluffed the flip of her hair and smiled back at what she saw. She was irresistible and she knew it. She was having fun.




A Midnight Woman Ch. 5



The portable bar in the spacious back of the limo just happened to have a cold, uncorked bottle of champagne and two fluted glasses with sugar cubes in the bottoms, awaiting Brian and Deanna as they began the ride back Brian's place.

"You think of everything, don't you Dee?"

"I try, Bri, I try."

Deanna handed Brian a flute and poured in the bubbly. She poured some for herself as well, and then they toasted themselves.

"Here is to a great evening, Dee."

"And here's to the fact that it's not over yet Brian." That said, they clinked glasses and sipped, Deanna's eyes locked on Brian's.

Deanna noticed the clock on the console. It read 12:15; plenty of time.

"I love champagne, don't you Brian? It's such a romantic drink, it makes me want to make love," Dee said as she refilled both their glasses.

"Well, I'm not sure I can keep up with you anymore tonight, Dee. I mean, in the last 24 hours, I think I've had more orgasms than I have in the last month. It's just unbelievable."

"Believe it, big brother, and don't worry, I'll take care of you. Trust me, you've got at least one more time in you. Just let me handle things." She winked and gave him her wicked little smile again, as she started massaging his hardness through his pants.

When they pulled up in front of Brian's building, he went into the lobby while Deanna took care of the limo-driver. She spoke with him, shook hands and then he drove off. Brian had an elevator waiting by the time she came in.

"I hope that didn't cost you too much, those guys don't come cheap," said Brian as they entered the elevator.

"You know Brian, you worry too much. I told you I could afford it, and I can, so just relax." With that, she unzipped his pants and pulled out his rapidly rising erection. He started to protest, but with the champagne bottle in one hand and the two glasses in the other, he was in no position to stop her. Once that warm mouth enveloped him he realized he didn't want to protest anyway. Why would he? He leaned his head back against the wall of the elevator and watched the numbers record their ascent. He closed his eyes as Deanna continued to work her magic. He didn't even realize it when the doors opened on his floor.

Deanna checked the corridor for onlookers. She saw no one was there, so she pulled Brian out of his reverie and they moved quickly across the hall and into his place. Brian yawned as he put the champagne glasses down on the hallway table and refilled them both, spilling a little onto the floor. He handed one to Deanna, took her other hand and walked into his bedroom. 

Deanna set her glass down on the bedside table and pushed Brian onto the bed. She moved to the corner of the room and turned on the tiny desk lamp. She pointed it at the wall so that it barely illuminated the room: just enough for Brian to see her. 

As Brian sat and drank his champagne, Deanna slowly pulled the straps of her dress off her shoulders and allowed it to flow over her breasts and down her body to the floor. She stood there in only a black lace garter belt, dark nylons and high heel pumps. She slowly swayed her hips to an unheard beat as she put her fingers through her luxuriant black hair releasing it at the back and allowing it to fall down around her face and shoulders. She held his gaze as she kicked off the shoes and then, unfastening the garter clips, rolled the nylons slowly down her legs and off. She removed the belt and stood naked in front of him. With the palms of her hands, she rubbed her nipples until they became erect. Then, as effortlessly as a ballerina, she raised one leg and placed it on Brian's shoulder. She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his face into her middle. Brian set his glass down and then let his tongue move along the moistness of her soft pussy lips. She held his head there as she arched her back and moaned as he hit the button.

Deanna allowed Brian to feast on her sex for several moments, feeling the warmth spread throughout her entire body. She could feel his tongue and lips pulling the precious fluid from her. Finally, she lowered her leg from his shoulder. She moved close and and pulled his face to her breasts. He began to kiss her nipples as she removed his jacket and shirt. She grasped his shoulders, and pushed him back onto the bed. She removed the rest of his clothing as he lay there, staring at the ceiling. 

Deanna crawled up onto the bed and sat astride his legs. She kissed and nibbled on his smooth balls for a moment before drawing the full length of his cock into her mouth. Brian made a sound that Deanna recognized as an odd cross between a moan and a yawn. His cock was hard now, so she wasted no time, but crawled into a sitting position over his pelvis and lowered herself until she was completely impaled on him. And then she began to move, slowly at first and then gaining momentum, she shifted so that with each thrust his hardness pressed against her clit. Up and down, to and fro she moved. Brian had closed his eyes, his arms lying at his side. She knew it wouldn't be long now. Faster and faster she moved as the rapture neared. Moving, thrusting, faster, faster. Brian remained very still. Rising and falling, filling and un-filling herself with him. And then pressing her fingertips deeply into his shoulder muscles, she forced herself fiercely down onto his cock and groaning from her deepest self, she came. Her eyelids fluttered, as every muscle in her entire body tensed and the waves swept over her. It started in her firey sexual center and flowed like a current to the very farthest reaches of her body. Even her scalp tingled; it was delicious. Sitting up straight, as the throbbing inside her subsided, she could feel Brian's softening cock slip out of her. He had not cum. He didn't even know she had cum. Deanna rolled onto her back and lay panting beside her now deeply sleeping brother. 

Deanna had wondered how long it would take for the sleeping pill she had slipped into his champagne flute to work. But now she knew that her beloved brother would sleep soundly for at least eight hours, uninterrupted. 

When her breathing returned to normal, she got up from the bed and maneuvered Brian until he was under the covers. She pulled the blanket up over his shoulders and then stood looking at him. 

"Well, Brian," she thought, "years ago, you came on me when you thought I was sleeping, and now I came on you while you slept. What goes around cums around, I guess." She laughed to herself. She bent and kissed his cheek.

******* Deanna went directly to the guest bathroom and turned on the shower. When the water was right, she stepped in, and careful not to get her hair wet, she washed the remnants of sex off her body. She stepped out and quickly dried off, moving into the guest room where she had put her things. She opened her case and pulled on a pair of red silk thong underpants. She pulled a black cashmere crewneck sweater over her head and a pair of black Capri pants on. She slipped into some red leather sandals, and moved back into the guest bathroom to check her face in the mirror. She quickly touched up her mascara and applied a new coat of crimson lipstick. She took a final look at the visage she knew few men could possibly resist. She liked it too.

Deanna went into the dark living room and found her purse. She pulled out a cigarette and lit it, drawing a deep drag into her lungs. She knew it was hideously stupid for her to smoke, but she enjoyed it and Deanna did the things she enjoyed. She looked out the window to the street below. It was quiet for a Saturday night. She pulled her digital phone from her bag and punched in a number.

On the second ring a man answered.

"Did you talk to him?" she asked.

"Yes," was the answer.

She looked at her watch. It was 1:40.

"Is he willing to pay?"

Again, "Yes."

"Good. When will you have him here? 2:00? Okay, I'll be in the lobby watching for you."

Deanna poured herself a straight scotch and drank it down as she finished the first and lit a second cigarette. Her heart raced a little. She was having fun and a plan was beginning to form in her mind.

At five minutes before 2:00, she picked up Brian's keys, left the apartment and headed down the elevator to the lobby. She was a little tired, but her interest was piqued. 

At one minute after 2:00, the same black limousine that had carried her and Brian earlier pulled to the curb in front of the building. It stopped and the same chauffeur got out and came around. He spoke a couple of words before opening the door. Deanna leaned into the opening and there sitting on the bench seat opposite was Anthony, the Sicilian waiter from Gino's.

Deanna got in and sat opposite Anthony. 

"Hello again, Anthony, I'm so glad you could join me. Did Martin explain my note?" she asked.

"Yes miss, he did."

"And did he discuss a price with you?"

"Yes, he said an hour with you would be five hundred dollars," answered Anthony.

"And would you like to spend an hour with me Anthony?"

"Yes, miss, very much."

"And do you have five hundred dollars, Anthony?"

"Well, not at the moment, but I think I could get it."

"And where would you get the money, Anthony?"

"At my apartment, miss, it is not far from here."

"Well, Anthony, I don't want to go to your apartment, so that won't work." Anthony's eyes dropped to the floor of the car. He looked deflated.

"But, Anthony, I have an idea. Take off your pants and let me see what I might be missing."

"Here, miss? Now?"

"Yes, here and now," she said, authority in her voice.

Anthony looked at Deanna a moment, then at the front toward Martin the chauffeur, who immediately raised the dark privacy divider between the front and back seats. His eyes moved back to Deanna's and then, hesitantly, Anthony began to unbuckle his belt. He unsnapped his slacks and slid the zipper down. He raised his hips off the seat and pulled his pants down to his ankles, leaving him sitting in only a black thong. Deanna had suspected as much, since she had felt no underwear when she fondled his ass in the restaurant. She looked at the huge bulge in the front of the thong and guessed that she was about to see a significant piece of equipment. 

"Okay," she said, "now the thong."

She watched as he slowly but unabashedly pulled the underwear down and over the gigantic cock that sprung forward. Anthony sat back upright, with his mast pointing straight at Deanna. She smiled as she looked at what had to be at least eight or nine inches of manhood. Not to mention the balls. They had to be the size of Grade AAA eggs, a mouthful for even the most experienced fellatrix. If he was willing, he might be just the thing to fulfill her plans.

"Very nice, Anthony. Very nice," she mused. "Do you know how to use it?"

"I believe so, miss." Anthony smiled, starting to catch the drift of things. He spit into his right palm and to began to stroke himself. Deanna watch, amused. "Okay, Anthony, now take your shoes, socks and pants all off and let's play a little." She pushed a button. "Let's go, Martin." The limousine began to move. 

Anthony pulled everything off until he was wearing nothing but a smile. Deanna knew she had been right; he was a perfect specimen. An extremely well proportioned body in excellent shape. Muscles bulged where they should and a not an ounce of fat. His chest was covered with a spring of hair that flowed down his stomach and joined the patch just above his groin.

"Now, Anthony, I want to see how you can please me. Maybe I won't have to charge you after all. Come over here and undress me," she ordered.

Anthony moved onto his knees in front of Deanna and gently lifted the sweater over her head. She looked down at the top of his head as he began to suckle each of her breasts in turn. She ran her fingers through his blond locks, as her nipples rose to the occasion once more. As he kissed the curving underside of each tit, he unbuttoned her pants. She lifted her hips slightly and he pulled her capris off. 

He licked and kissed his way down her abdomen and Deanna could feel his rock hard cock bobbing and bouncing off her shins. He paused at her navel to thrust his tongue into her. He then moved lower, parted her thighs and licked his way to the top of her thong. He began to kiss her pubic mound through the fabric, pressing his chin into the softenss of the slit beneath the silk. He tongued his way down one thigh and then back up the other. Finally, he put his fingers inside the waist of her thong and eased it off. He sat back and looked at the smoothness of her shaved pussy.

"Beautiful, miss," he said with obvious delight. Deanna smiled and leaned back against the window as she felt his mouth and tongue invade her. 

Anthony flicked away at Deanna's clit with his tongue and then ran it up and down her lips. Eventually, he put a finger into her and began to feed it to her, in and out while continuing to nibble on her hot spot for several minutes. After several moments, he took hold of Deanna's hips and pulled her forward onto the floor of the limo. He rolled her over onto her front without removing his fingers from her, pushing her up into a kneeling position with her head and elbows on the floor away from him. This gave him perfect access to her pussy and ass. He moved his fingers up her engorged lips and began to caress her clit as he went back to work with his mouth. He started fucking his tongue in and out of her a little further with each thrust, his face now completely covered with her wetness. He used his other hand to gather some juices and spread them up and over the crevice of her ass, massaging the tiny ring there. He kept up the tongue-fucking, but then slipped his middle finger into her ass up to the first knuckle. He felt her tighten around his finger but then just as easily relax. He removed his finger and replaced it with his tongue. He licked around the ring of her anus and then pushed his tongue as far into her as he could, all the while continuing to rub her clit between his thumb and fingers.

"Yes, Anthony, that's right. God, yes, that's the spot. Suck my ass. Oh yes, that's sooo good!" 

Anthony knew the signals. He pulled his face away from her rear and raised up on his knees, aiming his cock at her pussy. He rubbed the head around just a bit to find the exact opening and then with one strong thrust, he buried his length into her, driving her face and elbows into the plush carpet. Anthony began to push into and out of Deanna as slowly as he could, each time pulling nearly his entire length out. Deanna, for her part, reached under her swaying breasts to play with her own clit. Anthony continued thrusting as if he could last forever and Deanna played with her nipples and clit as if she was masturbating. 

And then she felt Anthony's hands leave her hips where they had held her. She looked back between her arms to see him reaching into the pocket of his jacket. She saw the packet and smiled, as he applied the rubber to himself. He then pulled out a tiny bottle with a yellow-brown liquid in it. She saw him remove the top and then she felt the warm liquid flowing onto her ass. It ran down the crevice to her pussy and then dripped onto the floor. She felt Anthony's hands begin to massage the liquid into her asscheeks. She realized, of course, that it was olive oil from Gino's: Anthony came prepared. He worked the muscles of her ass and then let his fingers slide down to where his sheathed cock was sliding in and out of her again. She felt more liquid poured onto her ass and soon, the finger was back. But this time it was coated in oil and slipped in easily, soon joined by another. Together the fingers worked in and out, massaging the tight muscular ring. 

Anthony leaned forward to Deanna's ear and asked in a whisper, "Yes, miss?"

"Yes, please," was all Deanna could manage.

She felt him pull his cock all the way out of her. She knew he was applying more oil to his massive invader, and she wanted it. She felt the slippery head of his cock push against her anal opening. And then, slowly it began to descend into the darkness of her.

For Deanna it began as excruciating pain that turned to delirious desire. She needed this and began to push back against his advance. 

Anthony went slow, pushing and pulling in small increments until after about ten or twelve thrusts, she felt his pubic hair against her ass cheeks. Deanna reached back between both their legs and grasped his balls. She squeezed.

"Oh, yes, Anthony. You are so huge. Oh, my god, I love it there. Fuck my ass with your huge cock Anthony. Fill me up." She continued her urgent massage of his balls and with her other hand she pulled on her pulsing clit, which was totally engorged by now. Anthony accelerated, pumping forcefully in and out.

"That's it, fuck me, fuck my ass. Faster, harder. I'm ready, Anthony, fill me up now baby, fill me with your cum. I'm cumming. Cum with me baby, cum now Anthony." 

And he did. Anthony leaned his full weight into her backside and shot spurt after spurt of red hot cum as Deanna thrashed in the throes of her own orgasm. Between them it lasted several minutes.

Finally, Deanna felt Anthony shudder. She pulled herself off his cock and turned around. He stood proudly on his knees. She leaned over and grasped his length. She pulled the bloated rubber off and slowly stroked his cock, noticing that one last drop of semen emerged from the tip. Using her index finger, she took that last drop and licked it onto her tongue. "Mmmmm," she murmured.

"You are as good as I thought you would be, Anthony. I think we can do some business together." She pushed a button and said, "Martin, take me home."

"Do you have a girlfriend, Anthony?" she asked as she slipped the pants and sweater back on, preferring to slip the thong into her pocket.

"Yes, miss, I have a girl."

"What is her name, Anthony?"

"Her name is Cathy, miss."

"And does Cathy allow you to do her ass like you did mine?"

"Well, miss, I have never tried it with her, so I don't know for sure, but I think she might. She loves sex."

"I see. Have you ever involved anyone else in your sex with Cathy?"

"I don't understand, miss."

"Have you ever had other people there while you had sex with Cathy?"

"Kind of, miss."

"Kind of? What do you mean kind of?"

"Well, one time when Cathy and I got to her apartment, we were a little drunk and it was dark and we just took off our clothes and started to move onto her sofa when we realized her roommate was already there, passed out. And she only had on a t-shirt and panties."

"And what happened then, Anthony?"

"Well, you see, Amanda, that's Cathy's roommate, well she had broken up with her boyfriend. Well, actually he dumped her, which I never could figure out, because she is great. Not beautiful maybe , but pretty good-looking and very smart. Anyway, it really upset her and she spent most nights drinking herself to sleep."

"Okay, I understand, but what happened that night? Tell me Anthony."

"Well, Cathy told me how sad Amanda was and how badly she needed a man to pay attention to her. And then, Cathy crawled up and pulled Amanda's panties off, just like that. And she asked me if I liked looking at Amanda's pussy. I wasn't sure what to say, but I told her yes. And then she asked me if I would like to touch Amanda. I said I would. She said she thought it would be nice if I could help her roommate get off. And then she asked me to lick Amanda's pussy."

"And did you?" Deanna liked this story.

"Uhm, yes, I did. I pulled one of Amanda's legs off the sofa and started to lick at her clit."

"And what did Cathy do while you were sucking on Amanda?"

"Well, I was kind of surprised, because Cathy pulled Amanda's t-shirt over her head and started kissing her nipples."




A Midnight Woman Ch. 6



A Midnight Woman – Part 6 - A continuing saga of Deanna. Best if you read Parts 1 thru 5 first.

Deanna unlocked the door to Brian's flat and let herself inside, closing and re-locking the heavy door. She leaned back against the door and stared across the darkened room to the city-lit sky beyond the window: The amber glow of night-life in a big city. Deanna loved it. She laid Brian's keys back on the hall table where she had found them and made her way to the guest room. There, she removed her clothing and then, naked, she padded quietly back to the living room. She opened a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Grand Marnier and a brandy snifter. She poured a full shot into the glass and put the cork back into the bottle, replacing it into the cabinet.

Deanna lit a cigarette and moved to the pillowed window bench. She sat on the bench, pulling her knees up to her chest, pressing her sensitive nipples into her thighs. Her still swollen pussy lips sank into the softness of the bench pillow. She dragged on her cigarette and then took a large swallow of Marnier before exhaling the smoke from her lungs. Soon, she would crawl into bed next to Brian to get some sleep, but first she wanted to think a bit. 

She thought about Brian, and she thought of his sweetness and his obvious need for her. She thought of Anthony and his enthusiasm for sex and the excellent equipment he brought to the task. She thought of the client she would be meeting with on Monday and what she would need to make that meeting a success. 

And then she thought about herself.

She was a bright young woman in her early twenties who had managed to become a rising-star account executive at a major advertising agency, thanks mostly to some special skills she possessed that no one at the agency even knew about. Her boss was constantly amazed at her ability to somehow 'woo' even the most difficult of clients. But whatever she was doing, it was working, and he began to assign her to some of the agency's top national accounts. She traveled all over the country, wining and dining and winning over corporate executives. As she rose in the agency, her salary increased to a very nice level. But as nice as the salary was, it was small compared to the 'perks' she earned: some from the company and some on her own. Deanna knew that her methods were unconventional, to say the least, but she also knew that they worked, and that was all that mattered to her. 

Deanna then let her mind wander to the first time she became aware of the special 'people skills' she possessed. She was 18 and a senior in high school. She was living alone at home with her father, while Brian was away at college. It was a cold Midwest winter night, and her father had brought one of his clients home with him. There had been a blizzard and the airport had been shut down, and rather than putting the client up at a hotel, her father had brought him home for a little personal attention, setting the client up in Brian's empty room for the night. Her father had called her from the airport to inform her he was bringing the client home, and asking that she put together a nice meal for them.

Deanna had been doing all the cooking since she was 14, and she understood how important this client was to her father, so she told him not to worry, that she would take care of everything. When her father arrived home that night, with Mr. Morris, they were both pleasantly greeted with the aroma of Chicken Marinara simmering on the stove. The dining room table had been set with the family's finest silver, china and crystal. A bottle of excellent Cabernet Sauvignon had been opened to 'breathe' and the martini shaker was ready to go. Deanna walked out of the kitchen to greet her father and Mr. Morris. She hugged her father and held her hand out to Mr. Morris, who stared at her a moment before taking her hand. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Morris. My dad has spoken of you often."

"Well, it's nice to meet you too, Deanna. And please, call me Ted."

"Okay, Ted," said the poised 18 year-old.

"Daddy, if you want to shake the martinis, I have the glasses frosting in the freezer and the chicken is just about ready. You two just sit down and relax and I will bring everything out in a minute."

"Okay, baby, it smells great. Ted, a martini?"

"Absolutely," said the client, watching a perfect pair of 18 year-old legs in a short pleated cheerleader's skirt walk away from him.

A few minutes later, Deanna walked into the living room where the men were in a discussion. "Sorry to interrupt, Dad, but the dinner is on the table. If you gentlemen will get started, I will join you in just a moment. I came straight home from cheerleading practice, and this heavy sweater is just too warm, I'm just going to run upstairs and change quickly."

"Fine, baby," said her father, as Ted nodded.

Five minutes later, the men were just finishing the delicious Caesar salads Deanna had prepared when she walked into the dining room. She had changed into a rather low cut party dress her father had reluctantly bought her for that winter's prom.

"Well, don't you look nice," said her father with just a hint of surprise accompanying the pride in his voice.

"Thank you, Daddy. I just felt I should look nice for two such handsome and distinguished gentlemen."

Ted looked up from his salad to find Deanna staring into his eyes. It was a look he did not expect, especially from an 18 year-old. He squirmed in his seat a little, as he felt the faintest of stirrings in his groin.

"Can I pour you some wine, Mr. Morris, I mean Ted?" she asked.

"Yes, please, Deanna."

Deanna picked up the Cabernet and with her back to her father, she leaned over Ted to pour the wine, allowing him a slight glimpse of her braless breasts inside the dress. The stirring in Ted's lap increased.

Deanna then poured her father a glass and asked, "May I have some, Dad?"

"Of course you can honey. Any young woman who can put together a meal like this can certainly have a little wine."

Deanna poured herself some wine and then took a seat opposite Ted, with her father at the head of the table. She served them all a portion of the chicken and for the next 15 minutes, the room was filled with the sounds of satisfied diners.

"This is delicious, Deanna, where did you learn to cook like this?"

"Well, ever since my Mom died, my brother and I have done most of the cooking with my Dad working so hard and on the road so much. So, we just learned by doing."

"Well, I'm impressed," Ted said, taking a gulp of wine.

Deanna noticed the bottle was empty and went into the kitchen and opened another. When she returned, she filled both her father's and Ted's glasses and even poured herself a little more. The men had become involved in discussing the business deal that her father was pitching to Ted. Deanna could sense some resistance on Ted's part. She also knew how important this deal was to her father, since he relied on commissions for most of their income.

"Daddy, why don't you and Mr. Morris move into the family room and I'll clean up the dishes."

"Good, idea. Ted, shall we?" They both left the table carrying their wine.

Fifteen minutes later, as she was finishing the dishes, her father came into the kitchen.

"Do we have any of that cognac left, Dee?"

"Sure, Dad, I'll get it for you. How's it going in there?" she whispered, conspiratorially.

"Not too good, honey, Ted's a hard nut to crack. I'm not too sure I'm going to close this deal, but, we'll see." His voice didn't sound very confident to Deanna.

"Well, go get back to work, and I'll bring you some cognac," she said and pushed her father out the door.

Deanna got out two brandy snifters and poured each about half full of the cognac that her father only brought out for special occasions. She put each glass into the palms of her hands and swirled the liquid, allowing her warmth to flow through the glass. She walked into the family room and handed her father a snifter. Then she turned to Ted and held out the other cognac. As he reached out to take the glass, the young woman placed it into his palm while touching his fingertips with her other hand, as if to steady him. His eyes, slightly bleary from all the martinis and wine, looked up into Deanna's.

"Well, if you will excuse me, Mr. Morris, I have homework to do. I have made Brian's bed down for you and put towels and a washcloth on the bed for you, in case you would like to shower. I'll be going to bed after my homework, Dad." She leaned over and gave her father a kiss on the cheek.

"Goodnight, sweetheart."

"Goodnight, Deanna," said her father's client.

****

At 11:00, Deanna had just finished her homework and put her pajamas on to go to bed. There was a knock on her door, and her father came in.

"Just wanted to thank you for tonight, Dee. It was great. You were terrific." He leaned down and kissed her forehead, pushing her dark bangs aside.

"How does it look with Mr. Morris," she asked.

"Well, not too good, but I'll spend some time with him again in the morning. Maybe I can sway him a little more then. Anyway, don't you worry, there are other clients out there; we'll be all right. Good night, sweetheart, I love you."

"Good night, Daddy." 

Deanna lay in the darkness for a long time, just thinking. She hated to see her father work so hard and then come up empty. He had been working on this account for months, and now it looked like he would lose it. She just couldn't let that happen. She looked at the clock. It was now after midnight. She made a decision.

Deanna opened her door a crack and saw no light coming from her father's room. She moved to his door and opened it slightly. She could hear his rhythmic snoring. The wine would put him into a pretty deep sleep, she knew. She moved to Brian's room and opened the door. She peaked in and saw no movement in the bed. Mr. Morris was asleep. She closed the door and went into the bathroom that adjoined Brian's and her room. The very bathroom where she had discovered her sexuality, posing nude in front of the mirror while her older brother watched from the hallway, thinking she didn't notice. But she had noticed. She had done it on purpose. It had turned her on and had led to her first orgasm from masturbation. Yes, this bathroom had played a big role in her sexual life. Now, she was about to take another step in developing her special skills. She removed her pajamas. She put on a coat of creamy lipstick. She applied perfume behind her ears, between her breasts and lightly on the inside of her thighs. She pinched her nipples, causing them to rise. And then, she opened the door that led into Brian's room. Inside, she turned and locked the door to the bathroom. She moved silently to the hallway door and locked that one as well. Then, she moved to the bed.

The storm had passed, and the moon was out and as she looked down at herself, she felt proud of her body and how it looked. And now, she was about to use it to help her family.

Deanna looked down at Ted, sleeping. On the nightstand she saw a box of Kleenex with several crumpled lying on the floor. She smiled to herself wondering if it had been her he had fantasized about as he masturbated, like so many boys of the senior class did!

She quietly pulled the covers down and off of Ted. He moaned and actually rolled toward her without waking. She gently reached into the fly of his pajamas and found his flaccid penis. She was familiar with the condition and with the remedy. She took it into her warm hand and began to slowly stroke it, watching Ted's eyes for a sign of recognition. He seemed to smile in his sleep, and then his eyes slowly opened. For a moment, he just lay there. And then he pulled abruptly away from Deanna.

"Deanna, my god, what are you doing here," he whispered loudly.

"I'm here to make a deal with you."

"What are you talking about," he rasped as his eyes took in the unbelievable beauty of this raven-haired young vixen.

"I want you to do this deal with my Dad. And as an incentive, I am offering to let you make love to me."

"Are you crazy? I can't do that. You're just a child and I'm in your father's house and I'm married. You've got to get out of here before your father finds you here."

Deanna stood up and spread her legs, allowing Ted a perfect view of her completely bare pussy.

"My god, you're not even mature yet," he said.

Deanna laughed a very mature laugh. "It's called a Brazilian wax, haven't you ever seen one before?" She sat back down and reached for his fly again. He pulled away again, but not so far this time.

"Well, Ted, here's the deal: You put together this business arrangement with my father and I will let you make love to me. I will do anything you want, and as long as you keep renewing the deal with my Dad, I will continue to take care of you. And no one but us will know. Not my dad, not your wife, no one. Now, what do you say, Ted? Don't you want to see what it feels like to fuck a cheerleader?" Her voice was sexy, sultry and very confident.

Ted said nothing, but this time when she moved closer, he didn't back away. Deanna moved onto her hands and knees on the bed. She crawled up onto Ted's legs, lowering her now slippery pussy to rub against the tops of his feet, while he leaned against the headboard.

"Is it a deal, Ted. Teddy Bear," she teased.

Ted stared into her eyes for a moment, saying nothing, but Deanna knew she had him when she saw him slowly lick his lips. He nodded his head up and down.

"Good," she said, "now lets get you out of these ugly old pajamas. I want to see you."

Deanna pulled his top over his head as Ted just sat there, apparently stunned. 

"You can touch me Ted. I want you to touch me. Rub my nipples." 

Ted tentatively reached his hands to her breasts and then put her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and began to gently twist them. It felt nice to Deanna. "Ummm, that's nice Ted," she said as she pulled the band of his bottoms and tugged them down over his legs, exposing a rapidly rising erection. "Oooo, that looks so big Ted. I want to put that in me somewhere. But where, Ted, where should I put it? I bet you would like to put it in my mouth, wouldn't you Ted?" Ted nodded. Deanna lowered her mouth to his straining cock, sticking out her tongue to just tease the tip. She slowly licked down his erection until she reached his balls. She licked at them, and then sucked one into her mouth. The groan from Ted was loud.

"Now, Ted," she said lifting her head, "you can moan, but not too loud, or my Daddy will hear. Now get back to rubbing my breasts, so I can go back to work on this monster. With that, she put her mouth over the head of his cock and sucked it into her mouth. She started sliding it into and out of her mouth in slow sensuous strokes. Ted was flabbergasted at how sexy and talented she was. He began to massage her breasts with more enthusiasm. Then, as his pole continued to disappear and re-appear from between Deanna's lips, he moved his hands further down her body until he was able to reach that crucial bend at the top of her thighs. His fingers slid over the hairless skin until he felt the wet warmth of her young pussy lips. 

"Oh my god," he said, "you feel unbelievable without hair down there."

"Yes, well," said Deanna momentarily removing her head from his crotch, "just wait until you taste it." She had no idea where these words were coming from, but she enjoyed hearing them come from her mouth. With that, she maneuvered him until her legs were straddling his head and she was looking his cock right in the eye. "Okay, Ted, now I want you to lick me, just like I am licking you." She lowered her haunches until she felt his chin touch her clit and his tongue buried into her slit. He began to lick and suck at her and it felt wonderful as she lowered her head back onto his manhood.

After a couple of moments of mutual sucking, she felt Ted grab her arms and roll her onto her back. She smiled, knowing what was coming. Ted moved between her legs in anticipation of fucking this woman/child. But Deanna pushed him away. 

"Just a minute," she said and rolled off the bed, heading for the bathroom

"Where are you going," panted Ted.

"To get some protection, silly, I don't want any babies right now, and I don't think you do either."

"Oh, right," said Ted. He was feeling pretty much out of control at this point. Deanna went out through the bathroom door and came back in just a moment. Ted heard her set something down on the dresser and then he heard the familiar sound of the foil wrapper of a rubber being torn. 

Deanna moved back onto the bed and pushed Ted down flat. She then expertly rolled the condom down over his swollen cock. "Okay," she said, rolling onto her back, "now I think we are ready. Are you ready, Ted." Ted didn't answer, except to part her legs and press himself between them. And then, he began to kiss her. His breath smelled of alcohol. She moved her head to the side and began to bite his earlobe, avoiding his mouth. She then reached down between them and guided his condom-covered cock into her juicy young pussy. Ted began to pump in and out of her. His breathing became erratic and she could feel his heart racing. And in just a matter of a few short minutes, she felt his middle-aged back and legs tense and his cock began to fill the condom. It was over quickly, with Ted collapsing onto her in a sweaty heap, repeating over and over, "Oh my god, oh my god."

Deanna smiled to herself. After a couple of moments, she said, "That was so good, Ted, you are so good. Let me get up and go to the bathroom and then I will come back and we can play some more if you like." She got out of the bed as Ted rolled onto his back staring up at the ceiling, a satisfied look on his face and a full rubber hanging heavily off the end of his cock. 

And then he heard a click and saw a flash. It momentarily blinded him. When he regained his vision moments later, Deanna was back, this time in her pajamas.

"Now, Ted, that was what is called business insurance. I will now have a picture of you in a somewhat funny looking pose in my brother's bedroom. I'm sure you won't want me to share it with anyone, and I won't, so long as you continue to honor the deal with my Dad. And what's more, Ted, if you continue to make the deal better for my dad, then I will continue to let you play with me when you are here in town. I kind of enjoyed this, even though it was a little short." Deanna chuckled. "Next time, I'll help you make it last longer. In the meantime, if anything goes wrong with the deal with my dad, then I may just have to have some copies of the picture made to send to a few people. Get the picture, Ted?" Deanna had to laugh at the stupid look on his face, but she knew he understood. She turned and left the room, pulling the bathroom door shut behind her, and as she did, she thought she heard Ted say, "Fuck me!" She smiled and went to bed happy. 

The next morning, much to his surprise, Deanna's father found Mr. Morris to be very amenable to putting the deal together. As a matter of fact, it turned out to be one of the best and most profitable deals he had ever done.

*****

Deanna pressed her cigarette into the ashtray as she finished the last of her Marnier, smiling at the memory of that first "business" encounter. "Yes," she thought, "men are so easy to control." She smiled to think she had been controlling all the men in her life since she was 14.

Deanna quietly moved into the bedroom and crawled into bed next to her softly snoring brother. She pulled the covers over her naked shoulders. She turned to face Brian and looked at his handsome face, sleeping so soundly. In many ways he was naïve, and she loved that part of him. She reached her hand down until she felt the velvety soft skin of his cock. She reached lower and softly cupped his balls into her palm, squeezing softly. He didn't stir. She smiled and soon fell asleep, holding her brother in a most intimate way.




A Midnight Woman Ch. 7



Brian was in the middle of a dream. He was floating naked on a cloud, typing effortlessly on an article that would surely win him a Pulitzer. It was about the effects of incestuous relationships between brothers and sisters and to his complete amazement, the discussions he was involved in were totally understanding and accepting of the situation. 

He was submitting the article to a panel that included amongst others; his boss, his father and several stunning looking women he did not recognize. They were all applauding the scholarly approach of his article; despite the fact that the women on the panel were sitting naked with their legs spread open under the table, visible to Brian's eyes only. He could not see the women's faces as they were obscured in the shadows of the darkened room.

One of the panelists asked Brian to describe the first time he had realized his lusty attitude toward his sister. He was about to answer when the panelist leaned forward, out of the shadows and it became imminently clear to him that the questioner was his mother. Brian began to sweat, unwilling to answer his mother's questions about his relationship with Dee. His mother's tone was insistent when she said, "Brian, honey, this is not what I meant when I asked you to take care of your little sister."

Brian awoke with a start, and bolted upright in the bed, perspiration covering his chest and face. His head ached miserably. He looked to his right and saw the gentle rise and fall of Deanna's breathing. His panic began to subside as he realized that they were alone in his bed, his apartment. He realized that his mother had been dead for years and that it was just a dream. It was nonetheless a nightmare.

Brian pulled the covers back off his naked torso and moved to his closet. He slipped into a robe and then made his way to the bedroom door. He looked back at the bed to see if Deanna had awakened. She had not.

Ten minutes later, he was sipping the strong black coffee he had made, trying to get the cobwebs out of his head. He sat staring out the window trying to recall all of the events of the previous night. 

"Man," he thought, "I must have had more of that champagne than I thought."

He remembered most of the evening up until they got out of the limo and then things became kind of a blur. He had fleeting glimpses of watching the elevator numbers and then of Deanna undressing in front of him, but after that…nothing. He wondered if Dee felt as awful as he did.

Brian looked at the clock on the microwave, and it was 10:30. "I never sleep this late," he told himself, "that stuff really hit me hard."

At that moment, Deanna walked into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "Morning," she yawned. She stood on tiptoes and reached up into the cabinet to grab a coffee cup. Brian's old football jersey she had thrown on rode up her back, revealing the perfect semi-globes of her ass. Brian was amazed at how quickly just the sight of her body could arouse him. His pushed his rising erection back down between his legs.

Deanna poured herself some coffee, dumped in several large spoons full of sugar and took a sip. "Mmmmmm, that's nice." Her bare feet scraped the tile of the kitchen floor as she came around and took the stool next to Brian. She leaned over and kissed his cheek. 

"You look a little pale, Bri, you alright?"

"Got a hell of a hangover, I can tell you that! How much champagne did we have last night?"

"Well, brother dear, I told you to slow down a little, but, well I think it was that double shot of Grand Marnier you drank that did you in." She pointed to the snifter she had used the night before, resting on the counter.

"Grand Marnier? I don't remember that at all. Wow."

"I'm not surprised, Bri." Deanna sipped her coffee to keep from smiling too much.

"You feel okay?" Brian asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just a little tired. This guy I was with gave me quite a workout last night." She smiled mischievously at him and Brian lowered his eyes.

"Sorry, I don't remember it all, Dee."

"Well, I wouldn't expect you to, Brian. Don't worry, I enjoyed the entire night." She put her hand inside his robe and ran her fingers up the inside of his thigh, causing instant goose-bumps on the back of his neck.

Deanna felt his hardening cock brush against the back of her hand. "Ooh, I wondered if I could get a rise out of you this morning, big brother. And I do mean big!" She gave him one of her wicked smiles. She grabbed hold of his cock, and setting her coffee cup down, pulled him off the stool. Using his cock like a leash, she led him into the living room. The sun was shining in the big bay window and the carpet was warm under their feet. She stopped in the middle of the room and with her free hand, she nudged the robe off his shoulders. She kneeled down and watched as her stroking hand brought a glistening drop of pre-cum to the end of his hard-on. 

Looking up into Brian's eyes, she said, "Excuse me for a moment, please Brian, this needs some immediate attention." Brian just closed his eyes and let the sensations move through him.

Deanna continued to stroke him with one hand while the other moved under to grab his balls, squeezing and pulling on them. She snaked her tongue out and flicked at the tip of his manhood. Then, holding his dick at its base, she pointed it at his chin and began to lick up the underside in slow sensuous movements, as if she were savoring every millimeter of it. When her tongue got to the head, she swirled it around the rim and then descended back down the shaft, leaving a trail of saliva. She began to lightly rake the fingernails of her other hand across his sensitive balls and the skin behind them. Brian groaned. She made several more passes up and down his shaft, each time seeing more and more of his clear fluid appearing on the tip of his cock. She released his balls and with her middle finger she spread the liquid over the crown as well as her fingertip. Then she removed the finger and looking up at his face, she watched his expression as she pushed the moistened fingertip into his anus. She knew the grimace she saw there was one of excruciating pleasure, not pain. She smiled to herself and then she returned her mouth to the end of his cock, while searching inside him for the spot she knew would intensify his feelings. She located the walnut sized swelling of his prostate gland and began to stroke it as she slowly slid his entire cock into her mouth. His audible groan told her she had hit the spot! She removed her hand from his cock and began to stroke him around his belly as her mouth slid smoothly up and down his length. 

"Mmmmmm," she hummed.

"Ahhhhh," he answered.

She pulled nearly all the way off, until just the crown was in her mouth and then, very lightly, used her teeth to circle the head. She felt Brian squirm at the torture. As she continued to stroke her finger in and out of his ass, she smoothly grabbed his balls and squeezing a little tighter than before, she slowly pulled them away from the base of his cock. She could feel them beginning to swell as his anal ring spasmed around her finger and his cock throbbed into a purple-headed monster in her mouth. Brian began to buck his hips into her face as she powerfully sucked him in and out. And then all at once, Brian saw stars on the back of his closed eyelids, as his balls contracted, sending a huge load of creamy white semen, the very essence of his being, shooting up the length of his cock toward the warmth of Deanna's awaiting mouth. Sensing the moment, she grabbed both cheeks of his ass and digging her fingernails into his flesh, pulled him fiercely to her. She slid her mouth down the length to the very root until her face was pressing against his belly, and the tip of his cock was at the entrance to her throat. And there she held him as she felt the hot jets of cum shoot down her gullet. It came in torrents, shot after shot. Brian strained to push his cock as far down her throat as he could get. Pulsing, shooting, pulsing, shooting, trying to fill her with his sperm. And then he groaned. A guttural moan that was unmistakable in its message. "Ohhhhhhhh." He clutched Deanna's hair into his fingers and she held him tight as the last of the spasms quaked. All the while, Deanna continued to swallow every drop of his precious gift.

Several minutes later, she felt his fingers relax in her hair and the tension in his ass muscles diminished. She continued to hold him a moment longer, allowing his softening cock to remain in the warm, wet caress of her mouth. Finally, she released her grip on his ass and slowly slipped her lips off the length of his shaft, until, reaching the very tip, she licked the last remains of his orgasm onto her tongue. Then she stood and putting her hands behind Brian's neck, pulled his mouth onto hers. He opened his lips and her tongue snaked its way inside, carrying a small deposit of him with it. Brian tasted the saltiness as her tongue swirled around his own. "Oh my god," he thought, "my sister, my wonderful sister. Does she ever get enough? God, I hope not!"

Brian finally pulled himself away and said, "Dee, that was unbelievable. Now, all I want to do is go back to sleep. Let's take a little nap. Okay?"

"Perfect, Bri, I'm a little tired myself. You go crawl back in bed, and I'll be right there."

Brian kissed her on the forehead and moved toward the bedroom.

Deanna waited until she was sure Brian was in the bedroom and then pulled her phone from her bag. She dialed a number and waited for the answer. 

"Hello," came the voice in a slight Italian accent.

"Anthony, it's Deanna. How are you today?"

"I feel great, Miss."

"Anthony, I want you to call me Deanna from now on. I think after last night, Miss is a little formal, don't you agree?"

"Yes, Miss, I mean Deanna. Last night was very, how you say, interesting."

"I agree with you, Anthony. Now I have a request. I want you to be at the Men's Fragrance counter at Nordstrom's, this afternoon at 4:00. Can you do that?"

"Yes, Deanna, I can do that. I have the night off, so I do not have to go into work."

"Wonderful. And Anthony, I would like you to bring Cathy with you. Do you think that would be possible?"

"Yes, I think she would like to meet you, Deanna. Would you like Amanda to come also? We usually spend Sundays together."

"Certainly, if she would like. Now, here's the thing, Anthony; I will be with Brian, my date from last night. I don't want him to know we talked. I just want to run into you, and I will take it from there. Don't tell Cathy or Amanda we are meeting either. It will be more fun if they don't know. Do you understand, Anthony?"

"Yes, Deanna, completely." "Okay, then, I'll see you at 4, and act surprised to see us."

"You can count on me, Deanna."

"I am, Anthony, I am." Deanna hung up the phone. Another of her plans was coming together.

She moved into the bedroom and crawled under the covers with Brian. In a matter of moments, brother and sister were both sleeping soundly.

****

Deanna felt Brian's arm go around her waist and his hand slide up to cup one of her breasts as her eyes opened from the much-needed nap. She liked the feeling of his fingers rolling and pinching her nipples. She was just about to turn into his embrace when she looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was quarter to three. She would have to hustle to get Brian to Nordstrom's by four.

"Oooh, that feels so nice, Brian. But, you know what I'd like to do right now?"

"Anything you want, Dee, just name it."

"I'd like to go shopping for something slinky to wear with you tonight. I know you like how I look in your jersey here, but I'd like to really show you how I look in black lace. Would you like that, Bri?"

"Oh yeah, Dee, but it's kind of late for a Sunday, isn't it?"

"Not if we hurry. The stores are open 'til five. We can go somewhere for a drink and something to eat after."

"Not too sure about the drinks, Dee, but the rest sounds good. I better shower first, though."

"Now, you're talking, Bri. Come on we'll take it together to save time. And it's strictly a shower, huh, Bri?"

"Right, Dee," he laughed.

****

An hour later, Brian sat in the ladies lingerie section at Nordstrom's, as Deanna tried on several pieces of extremely skimpy black lace undergarments. She would pop the door to the dressing booth open to show him what she was modeling. One black lace thong in particular got his attention. Brian waited patiently as Deanna paid with her credit card and then she said, "Let's go down to the perfume counter, and smell what's new."

Moments later, at a little after 4:00, they were spraying perfume mists into the air with Brian telling Deanna what he thought of each. 

"Let's see what they have new for men, Bri." She took his hand and pulled him to the men's fragrance department. And there, as she expected was Anthony, busy sniffing scents with two girls. "Look, Bri, isn't that Anthony, our waiter from last night?"

"Yeah, I guess it is," said Brian, his memory of last night still a little foggy.

"Anthony," called Dee, pulling Brian toward the threesome.

"Good afternoon, De…, uh Miss," he almost made a slip. "Good afternoon, Sir."

"Anthony, not so formal, call me Dee and this is Brian."

"Well, nice to see you two again. This is my girlfriend Cathy and our friend Amanda."

"Hello," the girls said in unison.

Cathy was a striking blonde, about 5'8" with spectacular legs extending from a skin-tight miniskirt and luscious breasts barely disguised by the form fitting knit top. She had sparkling blue eyes and her lips were full and pouting. Deanna thought she had that 'Please fuck me look.' Amanda, on the other hand, was a little smaller, maybe 5'5" with auburn hair and brown eyes. Her clothing was more loose-fitting than Cathy's, but Dee could see potential there, too. 

Brian, on the other hand, could not take his eyes off Cathy, Dee noticed. He seemed to be tongue-tied.

After some small talk, Dee said, "Hey, Brian and I were just going for a drink, why don't the three of you come along?"

"Sounds good to me, what do you think girls," said Anthony. Cathy quickly agreed and Amanda nodded shyly.

"Great, where should we go?" asked Dee.

"How about the Blue Lounge, just up the street?" said Anthony.

"The Blue Lounge it is," replied Deanna and they all moved out onto the street and walked as a group toward the bar. Deanna put her arm through Brian's and pulled his head near to her. "Did you see the body on that Cathy, Bri? Wouldn't you love to slip between those thighs? And don't you wonder how Amanda would look out of those pants? Oh yeah, and how about that bulge of Anthony's?"

"Dee! Don't say stuff like that." Brian was a little taken aback by his sister's comment, although he realized she did have a point. The minute he saw Cathy, he wondered what it would be like to suck on those giant nipples projecting through her top.

Inside the Blue Lounge, Deanna steered them all to a circular booth and pushed Brian in first. She slid in next to him as Cathy moved in on his other side. Anthony sat next to Cathy and Amanda sat on the end opposite Dee. Deanna ordered martini's straight-up for all of them, including Brian who had suddenly forgotten his hangover in the heat of the moment. He felt Dee's hand move onto his thigh as they all engaged in conversation, which basically consisted of each introducing themselves. 

Brian squirmed a little as he felt Dee's hand creep toward his crotch. And then, as he spoke to Anthony about his job at the paper, he suddenly felt Dee's hand pull his zipper down and her soft warm palm slipped inside his fly, surrounding his quickly hardening cock. He gulped a little as he looked at Cathy who was smiling directly at him. He felt a small bead of sweat form instantly on his forehead, as he felt Cathy's soft thigh brush against his leg. Cathy's eyes shifted for a moment to Dee as if acknowledging that she knew what was going on under the table. Dee smiled at Cathy and nodded almost imperceptibly. Cathy smiled and licked her lips. Brian was swooning. Then almost like magic, Dee had unbuttoned his belt and opened the top of his pants, her hand ministering to his cock and balls. Brian groaned. Cathy chuckled. Deanna smiled.

"Something, wrong, Brian," asked Anthony, as he winked at Deanna. He had a feeling he knew what the problem was too. 

Brian continued to try to talk normally, but it became increasingly hard, so to speak.

On the end of the table, Amanda sipped at her drink and watched the look on Brian' face. She also had a pretty good idea what was going on. She wondered what it would be like to crawl under the table and help Deanna, but of course, she could never do that in public, although, there was that one time …. 

Anthony slipped his arms around Cathy's and Amanda's shoulders. They laid their heads against his chest and just watched Brian's face.

Brian was growing close to the point of no return when Dee suddenly pulled her hand from his cock and said, "Anybody hungry?"

Both girls, again in unison, said, "Oh yes!" looking right at Brian.

It was Anthony who picked up the hint and suggested that they all go to his place and order some pizza. He said he had plenty of beer and some great new jazz cd's they could listen to. And just like that, they were all up and moving toward the door. All that is except Brian, who needed a moment to compose himself and to stuff his now burgeoning cock back into his pants and zip up.

****

They all ate pizza, drank beer, and listened to music while sitting cross-legged on the floor of Anthony's apartment. When the pizza was gone and the floor was strewn with empty beer cans, Anthony even brought out a couple of joints which they all passed around. The buzz took its effect and soon, all five were having a good time and becoming very comfortable with each other. 

"Where is your bathroom, Anthony?" asked Brian, "I have really got to get rid of some of this beer."

"I'll show you," said Cathy, jumping up and leading Brian down the hallway and through a dark bedroom. She reached in a doorway and flicked on a light. "There you go, Brian."

"Thanks," he said as she backed out of the room. He unbuckled his pants and dropped them around his thighs, pulling his semi-firm cock out. Holding it in one hand, he leaned his head back, closed his eyes and felt the immediate relief as he began to pee. He was nearly finished when, unbelievably, he felt a second hand on his cock. He almost jumped out of his skin.

"Let me do this," Cathy said, "I always wondered what it was like for you guys to have to shake it off at the end." He let go of himself as she firmly held his cock and lightly shook it up and down. "Is this right?" she asked. "Oh yeah," answered Brian, "that's just fine."

"Is it done now?" she asked, almost innocently.

"Yeah, I think that about does it," he sighed.

"Too bad, I was just getting to like the feel of it in my hand." Still holding his now stiffening cock, she pulled him around to face her. She reached behind her and flicked off the light. Then pulling him close, she put her mouth to his, parting his lips with her searching tongue, all the while working her hand up and down his shaft.

"God, Cathy ,what about the others?" Brian asked as he pulled his face away from hers, panting.

"Don't worry about them, Brian. They can take care of themselves. I want to fuck you right now. You do want to fuck me, don't you Brian?"

"Oh my god yes, I do, but I, well, what about Anthony?"

"Well," she looked up into his eyes and winked, "you can fuck him later, but it's my time now. Come on."

Brian was stunned at her remark, but went with her anyway as she maneuvered him into the bedroom, his pants still around his knees. Cathy pushed him down on the bed. She pulled his sweater and shirt over his head and then grabbed his pants and underwear, practically tearing them off of him. She closed the bedroom door as he sat naked on the bed, except for his shoes and socks, which he proceeded to kick off himself. Then he watched in the near darkness as Cathy stripped off her clothing, what little there was of it. When she was done, he just stared at her. She was unbelievable. Her breasts were much larger than Dee's, full and round, with no sag as they stood proudly away from her chest. The nipples were long and dark. As his eyes traveled lower, he noticed she was a natural blonde, marveling at the perfectly trimmed triangle of hair above her pussy. 




A Midnight Woman Ch. 8



Brian turned his head toward Cathy lying next to him in the darkened bedroom. He looked into her smiling eyes.

"Did you like that, baby?" asked Cathy, softly stroking her fingers across Brian's chest.

"Yeah, that was great Cathy, you were great. How did you do that thing of squeezing me with your, you know, your vagina?"

"Oh that, it's just one of those things I like to do. Just takes a little muscle control and a little practice."

"Cathy, aren't you at least a little worried about what Anthony will think about you being in here with me? I can't imagine what Deanna must think, or Amanda, for that matter."

Cathy smiled at Brian's naiveté. She softly kissed him on the lips and then taking him by the hand, she pulled him up off the bed. 

"Well, if you are so worried, let's take a peek and check on them," she stage-whispered as she pulled the door open and led him down the hall. She stopped at the doorway leading into the now shadowy living room, lit only by a few candles.

Brian was stunned as he looked at the sight of his little sister Deanna sitting atop Amanda's face, writhing in the throes of sexual ecstasy as Anthony kneeled next to them licking Amanda's breasts and then trying to get his tongue into Dee's sex beside Amanda's. Deanna's eyes were closed as she rocked to and fro on Amanda's mouth until finally, Brian saw her arch her back and groan deeply as she let herself go. He watched as Amanda held Dee's hips and Anthony greedily lapped at Dee's female juices flowing down Amanda's chin and onto her breasts. Dee held her pose for what seemed forever, finally settling back down flush onto Amanda's face for several seconds before rolling off and exclaiming, "I'm hungry again!"

Brian suddenly felt self conscious, as Cathy pulled him by the hand into the room. The atmosphere was unbelievable. The candles flickered a soft, low yellow light around the room, highlighting with shadows, the perspiration covered bodies of the five of them. The aroma was a heady mixture of perfume, incense, marijuana smoke and just pure sex. It was intoxicating for Brian. He sat down on the sofa, tucked his still semi-hard cock between his legs and looked around him. He just couldn't believe that there they were, all naked, after fucking and sucking each other, total strangers, really, and now Dee was opening the refrigerator door looking for food, as if nothing had even happened. Brian saw Amanda lying on the floor, eyes closed almost as if meditating. Cathy was sitting on the floor next to Amanda, running her fingers through Amanda's hair as if straightening it. Anthony had gone to the kitchen and was poking his bobbing cock into Dee's ass cheeks as she bent over peering into the 'fridge. Dee playfully swatted the erection away from her back and came up out of the refrigerator holding a loaf of bread, a stick of butter and some grape jelly. 

"Got any peanut butter, Anthony?" she asked.

"Right there in the cabinet, behind the olive oil."

"Behind the olive oil, eh?" laughed Dee, recalling the night before. She grabbed the peanut butter and brought the sandwich makings into the living room. Anthony swept all the magazines off the elongated coffee table and Dee put the food down. She quickly padded back to the kitchen while the other four moved around the table on the floor. After opening a couple of drawers, she found a small spatula and brought it back to the living room. Crossing her legs, she easily lowered herself to a sitting position at the end of the table.

"Okay, who wants a sandwich?"

They all nodded; the munchies having obviously set into each. Deanna pulled out a piece of bread, applied a little butter to it and then some peanut butter which she spread almost sensuously, her eyes moving from one to another of her companions. Each of them were fixated, watching the movements of her hands on the bread. Finally, she squeezed some jelly from the bottle onto the bread. She put the spatula down on the table and then reaching her hand below the table top, she pushed two of her fingers inside herself. She pulled them out glistening with the juices of sex. Pausing a moment so that they were all paying attention, and they were, she used the two fingers to spread the jelly, slowly, actually erotically over the bread. Then, she reached out and placed her fingers in front of Cathy's face. Cathy responded, sucking the sex and jelly coated fingers into her mouth.

"Mmmmmmmm, delicious," purred Cathy.

Deanna folded the sandwich together and took a bite. She then handed it to Brian and said, "Lets share Brian." Brian stared at her for a moment and then took a bite. It was sweet and delicious, as Cathy had said. He handed the half-eaten sandwich to Amanda who took a bite and passed it on to Anthony. The last bite was Cathy's and she savored it with eyes closed. "I had no idea how good peanut butter and jelly could taste, especially with the special condiments you added, Dee!"

They all broke out laughing at that. Dee made another sandwich and they passed that one as well. They were having fun now. Anthony ran to the kitchen and got a gallon carton of milk, which they passed as well. Soon, all five were not only full, but covered with peanut butter, jelly and had milk running all over their faces and bodies. Watching them eat, Dee felt the lust building in her again. She watched as Cathy used her finger to get a drop of jelly from between her breasts into her mouth. She loved the look of Cathy's breasts, so full and heavy, yet without any sag. 

Deanna got onto her knees, and gripping the plastic jelly bottle in one hand, she squeezed a glob onto the fingers of her other hand. Then as Cathy's eyes locked onto hers, Dee reached out and smeared the jelly over the aureoles of each of Cathy's waiting breasts. Cathy didn't move, but simply uttered, "Mmmmm!"

Deanna moved around the corner of the table and put her hands on Cathy's velvet hips. After looking around the table at the other three, she placed her mouth over one of Cathy's nipples and began to suck off the jelly. She licked and sucked until one breast was clean and then moved to the other. Cathy moaned as she felt her large brown buttons swell and harden at the touch of Dee's mouth. Brian was having a hard time understanding the feelings he was having, watching his sister make love to another girl, but one thing was for sure, his erection was loving it.

As Deanna pushed Cathy's back down onto the carpet, Amanda jumped up and ran out of the room, Brian and Anthony watching her as she moved out of the candle-light into the darkness. Brian wondered if it was jealousy, or something else. Deanna applied a little more jelly, this time smearing it over Cathy's belly. She began to kiss it away, her tongue swirling around Cathy's soft abdomen. Brian sat transfixed at the sight, when suddenly, Amanda reappeared. She dropped to her knees behind Deanna and pulled a dispenser of honey from behind her. She removed the tip of the dispenser and watched as the honey began to slowly flow down the tip and then onto Deanna's hips. Deanna looked back over her shoulder as she felt the first drops of honey. She smiled at Amanda and then resumed her tongue bath of Cathy. Amanda watched as the honey began to slowly run like a river down Dee's hips and buttocks to the crevice of her cheeks, from there gathering speed down and over Deanna's anus and into the folds of her pussy, before some of it began to drip onto the floor. Amanda quickly laid on her back and put her open mouth under Deanna's honey-dripping pussy, there to gather the sweet mixture. When the dripping slowed, Amanda raised her mouth to Dee and began to lick the remaining honey from her vaginal lips, pulling her tongue slowly up and down each side. Deanna shivered at the delicious sensations Amanda was causing. She reached behind her and grabbed the honey bottle, applying a liberal amount onto Cathy's neatly trimmed pubic hair and her already glistening sex. Then as Amanda started to move from Dee's pussy to the skin beyond, Deanna put her mouth back to licking and sucking on Cathy in earnest. Cathy just closed her eyes and let her head roll back and forth on the floor as the sensations built within her. Amanda got up onto all fours behind Dee and licked the honey off the top of her hips, slowly working her way down the crevice until she reached the small puckered hole of Dee's ass. She licked the strong cheek muscles all around it, grazing just over the edges of the hole with each pass, getting closer and closer. Dee moaned as she continued to lick the nectar from Cathy's pussy lips, feeling the clit beginning to swell. Amanda then, placing her hands on Dee's ass cheeks, pulled them apart, giving her complete access to the tiny opening. She licked up to it from below and then down to it from above and then, pressing her face into Dee's backside, she forced her firm tongue into Deanna's ass, pushing and releasing, gaining a deeper penetration with each move. She felt Deanna's hips push back against her, forcing her tongue deeper. Dee's assault on Cathy's clit became more urgent, and Cathy grabbed strongly onto Deanna's hair, holding her head tightly to her steaming core. Amanda pulled her face away from Deanna's ass and then, using more honey, she smeared her middle finger and easily slid it into Deanna's ass. Deanna's groan was muffled into Cathy's pussy. Amanda began to pump her finger in and out of Dee's ass.

As Brian and Anthony sat watching fascinated by the movements and sounds before them, Anthony nudged Brian who turned to look at him. "I think there are some openings available there, my friend," he said as he motioned toward Deanna's rear end. Brian looked at Anthony for a moment and then nodded as he moved toward the girls. As he moved toward Deanna's haunches, he saw Amanda smile at him and then felt her hand reach out and taking his extended cock, guided it into Deanna's hot pussy, where he immediately sunk to the hilt. The feeling was unbelievable. Brian closed his eyes and thought to himself that he was fucking his sister as she was giving head to the girl he had fucked not 30 minutes before. All the while, Amanda continued her digital assault on Dee's anal opening, now sliding two fingers smoothly in and out. 

Brian opened his eyes and couldn't believe the sight. Anthony had now moved around into position over Cathy's face and she had taken his balls into her mouth and was moaning around them as the magic of Deanna's tongue turned her pussy into a river. Anthony reached forward and found Amanda's pussy with his right hand and went to work, driving his fingers deeply into her. At the same time, Amanda continued to fuck Dee's ass with her fingers and with her other hand she reached under Dee's moving hips to grab a handful of Brian's giant, swelling balls. Brain was stunned beyond belief at the feeling of the five bodies moving in unison; his cock slipping into and out of Dee, whose lips and tongue were thrusting up and down Cathy's love channel, and Cathy hungrily sucking on Anthony's cock and balls while he thrust his fingers sensuously around the inside of Amanda's pussy and she, for her part, invaded Dee's tight hole and pulled on Brian's magnificent testicles! "Fucking unbelievable!" said Brian. 

Cathy's hips began to buck strongly against Deanna's twisting, twirling tongue, as her orgasm neared. She let Anthony's cock slip from her mouth and began a series of groans in sync with the penetrations Dee's tongue was making. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh," she groaned, each "Oh" a little louder and more urgent than the one before. Above her, Anthony had shifted positions and was furiously stabbing his cock into Amanda's pussy, his balls slapping loudly on the backs of her thighs. Suddenly, Cathy's back and hips arched up off the floor as she held Deanna's mouth to her sex, thrashing up and down in a fury. She opened her mouth and screamed as she came, "Ahhhhhrrrrgghhhh!" As she did, Anthony pulled out of Amanda and erupted, firing jet after jet of white hot semen onto Cathy's heaving body, covering her face and breasts and then turning back toward Amanda where he sprayed the last of his cum onto her ass and hips. 

Deanna pulled her mouth away from Cathy as she subsided into the carpet, rubbing Anthony's sperm into the skin of her breasts and belly with her palms. Deanna turned her head to look at Amanda. She was on all fours, eyes closed, holding Brian's balls and continuing to push her fingers in and out of Dee's ass. As much as she liked the feeling, Dee realized at that moment that Amanda was the only female in the room, who had not been filled with cock that night. Deanna reached back between her legs and put her fingers over Amanda's as they softly squeezed Brian's pulsing balls. Dee grabbed Amanda's fingers and pushing slightly, the two hands easily slid Brian's cock out of Deanna's pussy. Deanna pushed Brian into a lying position, his cock standing at full mast, throbbing. Then, she kissed Amanda full on the lips, while moving Amanda's hips into position over Brian's staff. Slowly, Amanda allowed her hips to settle and Brian's cock to invade her. "Mmmmmm," she murmured softly when her hips hit bottom and Brian was completely sheathed inside of her. She moved slowly up and down, allowing Brian's cock to fill and re-fill her. It was a slow sensuous ride she was making, taking her time, as the wetness of her highly aroused pussy flowed over Brian's groin and onto his balls. Deanna leaned in and placed her mouth over Brian's, sucking on his tongue. Brian closed his eyes as he enjoyed the movement and ministrations of the two girls. A moment later, he felt another mouth licking at his belly and opened his eyes to see Cathy licking and kissing her way onto his chest and nipples. And then, most unbelievably, he felt a third mouth. And it was between his legs, kissing its way up his thighs toward his balls, hanging under Amanda. And he realized the mouth belonged to Anthony!

Brian gasped as he felt Anthony's lightly bearded chin push into his thighs, and then as Anthony's warm mouth sucked in his testicles. He just couldn't fathom all that was going on, as the four people there were all fucking him in one way or another. It just blew his mind. And what got him most: he loved it.

Deanna got up and placed her knees on either side of Brian's head and let him lick up into her pussy. At the same time, she slowly pulled Amanda's head toward her own, until she was able to slip her tongue into Amanda's mouth. She put her hands on Amanda's hips and lifted gently, until Brian's cock was barely inside. And then, she lifted slightly more, and the head of Brian's cock appeared with an audible pop. Brian wondered what in the hell Dee was doing until he felt the warmth of Anthony's mouth envelop him. Brian was stunned at the feeling. Here he was licking the lips of his sister's pussy as she made out with Amanda. At the same time, Cathy licked and bit at his hyper-sensitive nipples while her boyfriend, Anthony the Sicilian waiter, was giving him an unspeakably fantastic blowjob! 

Brian continued to relish the attention the others were paying him as he wondered what else could possibly happen. That's when Dee took over again. She broke her kiss with Amanda and began pushing the girl's hips back toward Brian's groin. Anthony felt Amanda's ass cheeks pressing against the top of his head and sensed a change coming, so he pulled his mouth off Brian just as Amanda re-impaled herself. Deanna moved off of Brian's face and pulled Cathy away as well. Then she lightly grabbed Amanda's shoulders and pulled her upper body down onto Brian's chest until he could feel the hardened points of her breasts firm against his own. Amanda slid her arms around Brian's neck and breathed hotly into his ear as she continued to move her hips in time with his thrusts. Deanna then winked at Anthony who knew exactly what to do. He reached into a nearby drawer and pulled out a foil wrapped condom, opened it and rolled it on. At the same time, Deanna and Cathy each grabbed several fingers full of the now well softened butter and began to massage it onto Amanda's ass cheeks. Deanna allowed Cathy to be the first to actually slip one of her butter coated fingers into Amanda's ass. As Cathy erotically massaged Amanda's tiny opening, Deanna slid one of her own fingers in to join Cathy. They moved in unison, lubricating and preparing Amanda's sphincter for the impending penetration. Anthony grabbed a handful of butter and smeared it onto his condom covered cock. Cathy and Deanna slowly withdrew their fingers as Anthony presented his hardness at Amanda's back door. Deanna moved to lie beside Brian and whispered into his ear, "Slow now, Brian, slow." Brian slowed his pace as he felt Anthony's legs nudge between his own. Cathy lay next to Amanda and talked softly into her ear, "Easy now Amanda, baby, relax and let him in." With that, Anthony began to apply slight pressure with his cock-head against Amanda's anus and almost instantly, the crown popped past the muscular sphincter. Amanda tensed slightly, digging her nails into the back of Brian's neck. "Relax, baby, go with it, Amanda," said Cathy and then she turned Amanda's head toward her and began to kiss her face; her eyes, her ears, her forehead, her nose and finally her mouth, smothering the groan that tried to escape as Anthony's cock slid slowly all the way into Amanda.

And then, the rhythm began to form. Brian would pull back as Anthony would slide forward, and then the reverse. Amanda was moaning, tears running down her cheeks as she allowed both men to fill her beyond comprehension. The initial pain had subsided and an unbelievable feeling of fullness overtook her. Cathy and Deanna moved their mouths from Brian to Amanda to Anthony and back again, licking, kissing, biting, as the union of the three bodies moved in waves beside them. 

Deanna stood up and took Cathy by the hand. She led her to the nearby sofa where they lay down together, spoon fashion to watch as Amanda received the thrilling affections of Brian and Anthony. Soon all three of them were moaning loudly as each felt their orgasms build toward release. Brian felt every movement of Anthony's cock through the thin wall that separated Amanda's anus from her pussy. He felt Anthony's legs go rigid as his toes dug into the carpet and he pushed himself as deep into Amanda's ass as he could, holding there as his cock deposited it's loving offering to Amanda. That pushed Amanda over the top and her entire body began to shudder with orgasmic tremors, her ejaculation forcing its way to the surface between the two giant sets of balls. That's when Brian, who had been gritting his teeth to hold on, let loose with his own spectacular volley of come, firing it into the back wall of Amanda's pussy, spasming inside of her for several moments. The three shook as one. And then the sexual storm was over, and the three bodies just melted into each other, Anthony rolling to the side, next to Brian and Amanda lying face-down on and between her two lovers. 

Deanna reached around Cathy's arms, and holding her tight, she softly stroked her breasts, contentedly smiling at the beautiful scene in front of her. A scene almost exactly as she had envisioned it. She watched as the breathing of the three on the floor became normal and realized that they were all so exhausted they had drifted to sleep. She lifted her head and looked down at Cathy's perfect face, seeing that she also had gone somewhere into dreamland. 

Deanna smiled to herself as she laid her head back down. "A pretty good, night, if I do say so myself," she thought. With that, she closed her own eyes and was soon fast asleep.

(to be continued)