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Darling Nikki

By: hockeystix



When I first met her about eight years ago, Nikki was the classic a-little-off-the-rails baby sister. I say baby sister, she was actually seventeen. Her sister Brenda (my best friend at the time) and I were twenty and in college together. Not really enough of an age gap to say 'baby' sister, but that's what they called her. I never heard much in the way of details. I know she wasn't one to turn down a drink, and for a long time she didn't know her own limits. She's always been attractive, earning her share of male attention, which she enjoyed – but despite being fairly book-smart she never really had the sense to tell the good guys from the bad. Her parents eventually threw her out – I never really found out why, but she ended up living with a guy that she basically supported, and in return he slapped her around. She'd had it tough and, while you could argue she brought a lot of it on herself, I always felt sorry for her. Nobody deserved the shit she'd been through.

Time passed. A few years after college, I quit my crappy newspaper job and I moved to California, Brenda headed for Australia and stayed there. I heard third hand accounts of Nikki getting her act together, getting a job in the insurance company I used to work for and getting her own place, the deadbeat boyfriend long gone and replaced by a new independent streak and a sense of determination. I had to admit, I was kind of proud of her – I loved talking with her whenever I was at her house waiting for Brenda to be ready, and it always amazed me just how smart and how just-plain-nice she was. One on one, it was hard to tell where the bad girl reputation came from.

After eighteen months in California I began to get vaguely homesick and made arrangements to come home. After so long being independent, moving in with my parents again just wasn't an option so I was fortunate enough that an old friend was in the market for a roommate just about the time I was back in the country. It would mean a week or two on the couch while the old roommate moved out of the apartment, but I was glad to have it.

Five days into my tenure on the sofa I was leaving the apartment to go into town. It was a Saturday, I'd had a shitty first week at work and the plan was to hit Starbucks, Tower Records and maybe the Temple Bar Food Market for something good for dinner later. Both my new roommates were in work – they were doctors, and twenty-four or forty-eight hour shifts, especially at weekends, were not uncommon. I was locking the door behind me when I heard my name.

"John? Is that you?"

It was Nikki. Something was obviously agreeing with her; she looked great in her jeans, leather jacket and a tight Red Sox t-shirt. Her dirty-blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she had barely, if any make-up on. She was carrying an enormous handbag and she had an absolutely dazzling smile. This was definitely who the girl I spent all that time talking to was supposed to be. She ran up the hall and hugged me tight.

"Oh my God," she said. "Are you back? Do you live here now?"

"Yes, and yes. I just moved in on Tuesday. I've been back in town since last week, but I had to crash in a hotel."

"It's so great to see you again. Are you home for long?"

"You too. I guess this is pretty much permanent."

"That's excellent. What are you doing tonight? I'm having a party. You have to come."

"Well..."

"Well nothing. I just live down the hall. Number 18. It's not like it's a long drive home for you. Promise me you'll come. At least for a while."

"Okay, I'll definitely be there. For a while, anyway."

"Cool. Anytime from eight. No need to rush, though – won't really get started until 9. And I'm still late, as always. Uh, talking of..." she looked at her watch, an expensive looking silver affair – a far cry from the swatches she used to go through like water – and pointed generally down the hall towards the stairs.

"Yeah, I gotta..."

"And I haveta..."

"So nine o'clock."

"Yeah, I'll seeya later."

"Later."

She pecked me on the cheek and away she went. I watched her leave and stared at the space she was in for about ten minutes before I remembered I had to go, too.

I spent a pretty productive day downtown, had a good dinner and then took my time showering and dressing. I put on jeans, a Death Cab for Cutie t-shirt, a pinstripe jacket and my black Converse hi-tops.I like the geeky, hipster-cool look, I think it looks good on me. I walked down the hall and knocked on Nikki's door at exactly nine o'clock. Nikki answered the door and immediately gave me a gigantic hug. She looked great – she had on a black lace shirt and a long black skirt that was slit up to mid-thigh on both sides. Her blonde hair was long and loose and she had mascara around her dark blue eyes that just made them dazzling. She grinned and ushered me in.

"Thanks so much for coming. It's gonna be a fantastic night."

I'm not really a party guy. I spent most of the night in the kitchen talking to Frank, Nikki's friend Claire's boyfriend who'd played college basketball in Syracuse. Nikki, understandably was a social butterfly – I don't think she was chatting to the same person for more than three minutes at a time. I was going to leave a couple of times – there's only so much you can listen to someone tell you about how their bum knee meant they didn't get to play the year the team got to the Final Four, and I didn't really know anyone else, but Nikki kept asking me to stay a little longer, as we hadn't had a chance to talk yet. 

As it got later, more and more people had to leave. Nikki was seeing everyone to the door and I was listening once again to how the lack of a Final Four spot led to the lack of an NBA contract (or even draft placing) and is why Frank's behind a desk in an insurance company now. Personally I thought it was more to do with being 5'8" and more interested in drinking than playing ball, but I guess I wasn't there. Claire and Frank were last to leave and I was left alone in the kitchen when Nikki wandered in.

"Man, what a mess."

"I know. Some party, though." I decided to do the gentlemanly thing and I started to gather some of the empty bottles together.

"Leave that. I'll take care of it all in the morning."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Have a drink with me."

She pulled two of the last bottles of Heineken out of the by now almost melted bin of ice, and twisted the lids off. She handed one to me, tapped the neck with hers, and hopped up to sit on the counter. 

"Cheers."

"Cheers."

"So," she said after a couple of silent mouthfuls. "How was San Diego?"

"Unbelievable. You can't even tell when it's winter most of the time. And the Mexican food..."

"Didn't you get homesick?"

"Sure. There was a really cool Irish bar right near where I lived, though, called The Field. I missed my friends, sure, but the atmosphere was there."

"I missed you."

"You did?"

"You never knew, did you? That I liked you."

"Liked me?"

"Like. I like you."

I reached up to her face and brushed an eyelash off her cheek with my finger. I held it up for her to blow.

"Don't forget to make a wish."

She blew it, and then kissed me, long and deep.

"I got my wish" she said.

"Me too."

I leaned in to kiss her again, and she parted her legs so I could stand in front of her. The front of her skirt slipped down, leaving the slits open wider to expose her legs. As I stood between them and kissed her I started to stroke her thigh. With my other hand I unbuttoned her shirt and slipped inside, squeezing her breast through the lace of her bra. I felt her hand run down my chest and squeeze me through my jeans. She stopped kissing me and looked me dead in the eye.

"You want me?"

"Good God, yes."

"I'm all yours."

I moved my hand down and slipped both up through the slits in her skirt, carressing the soft skin up to her hips. She lifted her ass off the counter and let me slip her panties over her hips and off. I dropped the tiny scrap of black lace I now held onto the floor and fell to my knees. She lifted the front of her skirt and I saw the tiniest trim patch of blonde hair over her pussy, as I kissed my way up her thigh. It went dark as she dropped the skirt over my head and pulled me closer, opening her legs wider to let me kiss and lick her lips before I slipped my tongue between, teasing her clit.

"Mmmm... that feels... oh!"

She pulled me closer with her legs, holding my head where she wanted it through her skirt. She ground herself against my mouth as I licked away, drinking down her juices and barely able to hear her muffled moans (but then, that's the way it is when someone's thighs are pressed against the side of your head).

She starts to convulse, and her moans get louder and more gutteral, and she squeezes me right into her before letting go abruptly. I stood up and looked at her, her eyes half closed and her chest rising and falling deeply like she'd just run all the way here. The knuckles of one of her hands was still white from holding onto the counter and the other just lay on her lap. I wiped my mouth with her sleeve then kissed her. She kissed me back, lazily and sloppily, savouring her wetness that remained in my mouth before hopping down off the counter and walking over and leaning against the edge of the table. She smiled and started to unbutton her shirt the rest of the way.

"That was... wow, that was something."

"Thank you."

"Thank you."

The shirt dropped to the floor. She stood there in a black satin and lace bra and skirt, the cups barely covering her breasts.

"Ever do that for Brenda?"

"Nope. We were really just friends. Strange as that sounds."

"Good."

She reached behind and unclasped the bra, slipping the straps from her shoulders and dropping it to the ground. Her small brown nipples looked rock hard from here.

"Ever want to fuck me?"

"All the time," I said.

"Why didn't you? I'd have let you."

"Brenda would've killed me."

"She's not here."

She unzipped the side of her skirt and it slipped down. She stepped out of it and walked naked around to the side of the table.

"Doesn't matter now."

"Why not?"

"'Cause I really do like you. And it's none of her business."

"Come here."

She beckoned me over, and it's not like I was ever going to refuse. I stood in front of her and let her strip me out of my jacket and shirt. She undid my jeans and pushed them and my shorts down past my knees. She sat up on the table and stroked my rock hard cock, slowly and insistently before pulling me in towards her. I lined up with her pussy and pushed in.

"Ohhhhhh..." she moaned hard as I pushed in, feeling her stretch around me. I held still against her and kissed her deep before starting to thrust slowly in and out. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me tight, barely giving me enough room to move, holding me close against her and letting me kiss her neck and collarbone. Her hand ran up my back and into my hair, pulling it slightly as she kissed my neck in return. 

"I'm gonna touch myself" she whispered in my ear, and slipped her hand between us, rubbing at her clit.

I thrust harder and harder into her, and her hand moved faster and faster over her clit. She started to moan into my ear.

"Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Oh, God, fuck me."

I obliged, thrusting as hard as I could, feeling her fingers on me as she rubbed herself furiously.

"Oh, God!"

I felt her pussy convulse as she started to cum. I kept thrusting, trying to keep time with her as she squeezed tight around my cock. She let me go pushed me back, hopping off the table and dropping to her knees in front of me.

"I wanna taste you. I want to taste your cum." She grabbed my cock and stroked it again, kissing and licking the head and down the bottom of my shaft to my balls, before coming back up to the top and taking me into her mouth. She sucked me all the way down to the bottom before starting to work up and down my length.

She fondled my balls as she went, tugging gently as she bobbed up and down rhtyhmically, working my shaft and my head with her tongue. I felt the cum start to rise, before she stopped suddenly and looked up into my eyes.

"I want you to cum in my mouth. Please. Cum in my mouth."

She returned to my cock, bobbing quickly up and down and sucking on me. I couldn't help it, and didn't want to, moaning loadly as I started to cum. My cock jolted with each spurt, twitching hard as she swallowed every drop. Nikki eased of slowly, gently sucking and licking me clean, swallowing the last of my cum. She wiped her mouth before standing up and putting her arms around me.

"Mmm... now that was fun. Can I keep you? I wanna keep you."

"Sure. So what now?"

"Now... let's go to bed." 

Darling Nikki



"I'm so sorry"

"She was so wonderful" and so on and so on.

I had heard so many variations I was sick of hearing them. I know she was wonderful and amazing, and a good wife, and a good mother.

That didn't bring my wife back from the grave, now did it friends any neighbors? No, it didn't. I was standing in a cemetary in North Philly, miserable, feeling alone, and confused as to how I was going to bring up my two kids by myself.

"Come on back, Mitch" my father had said to me as he was passing me. When I didn't move, he put a hand on my shoulder and moved me enough that I didn't fight him bringing me to the car. Alexis and Jeremy were holding each of my hands, both of them scared and alone as I was. Shaking off my own misery, I leaned down to pick up my twins, holding them to me tightly. I managed to get back into the limo without putting either of them down, and the droning of the car finally put them to sleep. I was sitting between my mother and father in law, and across from my brother in law and his wife Nicole. The sympathy in her eyes was too much for me to look at for more than a split second, so I shied away from looking at her altogether.

Shame of it was, on the day I had buried my wife, I was getting a hardon because of my sister. Yeah, she was all that and then some. Why she was with my brother in law, Rich, I couldn't tell you, but she was a knockout. If you've ever seen pictures of Candice Cardinelle, that's about right, but the boobs are bigger and rounder. She stood about 5'6", but almost 5" of that was heels. I used to love watching her walk around in her come-fuck-me-pumps. She had nice strong legs, the tightest ass you can imagine, and a 36D chest. Yeah, I know it was 36D because I checked one time while we were staying at my inlaws. I was brushing my teeth and saw a frilly lace bra in the shower that I knew wasn't my wife's. I was about to smell it when she walked in and caught me. I tried to say I was looking for my wife's bra.

"Mitch, I'm much bigger up there than Cassie is" she had said, half bragging. As I stood there trying to come up with an excuse, it dawned on me. I watched as her nipples hardened in her night shirt as she stood there watching me. I hadn't realized that I turned her on, as much as she did me. When she caught me staring right at them, she practically shoved her tits in my face as proof, which of course I couldn't not retaliate.

"Cold Nikki?" I had blurted, pretending to reach out and tweak her nipple.

She slapped my hand away and slowly drew her gaze to my crotch, and slowly brought it back up to my eyes, simply smiling and shaking her head. She turned and walked out of the bathroom, hips swaying to some beat. I shut the door, locked it, and beat off into the toilet in about three seconds.

Seeing her pull her legs back up onto the seat pulled me out of my reverie, exposing the edge of her black lace panties slightly. I tried pulling my gaze away, but I kept coming back to it. Normally, she would have teased me about it, showing me a little more, but the solemnity of the day, she was on good behavior, so she eased her legs down in front of her and crossed them. I turned and stared out the window.

We all passed the ride in silence. Getting to my inlaws house and upstairs with the kids was fairly easy. They were so tired from the whole ordeal, I knew they'd sleep until morning. My mother, Sara, helped me and Nikki get the kids out of their clothes and into thier beds. Seeing them settled, I relaxed a little. Sara went out to get a cup of water for them in case they woke up.

I stood there staring at them when I felt Nikki's hand on my arm.

Looking at her in the lamplight as the sun had faded minutes before, I was noticed once again just how beautiful this woman was. Not only physically, but what I saw in her eyes as well. Her long brown hair framed her beautiful face, her large eyes and full lips showing concern and love. She reached up a hand to cup my cheek, kissing me on the other cheek. She hugged me and whispered, "You should get some rest too, Mitch". I just stood there and hugged her, feeling her curves melt into my body, her large breasts against my chest. I ran a hand down her back, pulling her waist in closer, burying my face in her fragrant hair.

She must have felt the growing hardness in my pants, but instead of pushing me away, she pulled me closer, her hand on my ass, pulling me in. We stood there rocking back and forth for several minutes before Sara came back into the room.

"Mitch, go lie down for a while. I'll stay in here with the kids." I let go of Nikki, and kissing Sara on the cheek, nodding, saying nothing. I went down the hallway and climbed the attic stairs to the room that I was staying in. I loosened my tie and sat on the bed, putting my head in my hands and breathing deeply for several miuntes. Thinking about the whole situation, all I could feel was relief. Cassie had been sick for so many years, I could only hope that she was someplace better and that her pain was gone. I missed her, but we had said goodbye a long time ago, before she slipped into a coma that she never came out of.

"Mitch Baby?" she said in a bare hint of a whisper. The machines in the room were loud in my ears.

"Hey Darlin, how you feelin?" I said, keeping concern out of my voice. The doctors were amazed that she was still conscious. The tumors that were ravaging her body were more than enough to kill someone as big as me. Almost a foot shorter than my six feet, she was frail to begin with.

"Like a shit sandwich, Hun. Do me a favor, k?"

I smiled at her visual, something we made up a long time ago. "Anything Hun, you know that."

"Find someone else, don't be alone" she whispered and closed her eyes. She never regained consciousness and six weeks later, she was dead.

I thought about what she had asked me, and realized that I couldn't love another. I also couldn't shake the feeling that she wasn't talking about love. Timid when I had first met her, she had taught me things that no nice little girl should have known, and helped me to expand my horizons.

I was getting my bearings when I heard the creak of the stairs. I went to the door, expecting Sara, but instead, Nikki was standing there, her arms behind her back, looking innocent and lost.

"Can I come in?" she whispered.

I stood aside, giving her a slight smile. Taking in her perfume, and the way her ass moved in her tight skirt, I reveled in her womanhood for a moment. She came in and stood at the foot of the bed. I left the door open and stood there waiting.

"What's up Nik?" I asked softly.

"Close the door Mitch" she said, the look in her eyes pleading. Suiting actions to her request I shut it turning around seeing that she put out her hand to me. Moving towards her, I took it, my gaze never leaving hers. I expected a hug or her squeezing my hand. What I got instead will stay with me until the day I die. She pulled my hand down catching me off balance and making me lean down, lowering me so we saw eye to eye. At the same time, she grabbed my neck with her other hand and kissed me deeply and passionately. My sister was running her tongue around inside my mouth, pressing her big tits into my chest and practically wrapping her body around mine. Not a word was said, just the two of us moaning as our hands found places on each other that a brother in law and a sister in law should not find.

"I'm here for you Mitch... I'm yours if you want me" she whispered fiercely between moans. I realized with a start that I had not made love to a woman in over two years. The last time had been with my wife just before she had gotten sick. After being surrounded by so much sickness and death, the simple act of passionate kissing released all of the pent up tension in my body contracting my balls. I tensed and shot hot cum into my drawers as her hand found my cock and started kneading it.

I felt guilty for a second, thinking I had betrayed my wife. But the look of love, understanding, caring, and the simple escape in someone's arms she was offering was too much for me. She must have seen the struggle on my face and the decision I had made.


"Get out of those" she demanded, knowing that I had just shot into my underwear. I stipped off my shoes, belt, tie, shirt, wears and pants in about 30 seconds. I wanted to rip the shirt and skirt off of her, but she beat me to it. Unbuttoning two top buttons, she pulled the blouse over her head while I went to work on the bra. It came off easily, spilling her firm chest out for me to see. I put my mouth on one of her nipples, licking around it with my tongue as I slid the zipper down the side of the skirt, dropping it to her feet. As she wiggled out of it, I pulled my mouth away from her tit, staring at her furry bush. The lace I had seen in the limo was a garter holding up sheer black lacy stockings.

My cock, which had been getting soft from it's first cum, began to harden at the sight of her pussy glistening just inches from my hand. Slipping a finger along her juicy slit, I found her rock hard clit and rubbed it around in a circle, driving her wild. Her mouth met mine, her hands alternated between squeezing my ass and jerking me off.

I pushed her back onto the bed, burying my head in her crotch. The taste alone was magical, but the sounds she made, and the moves her hips bumped and grinded on me made me hard as a rock in anticipation of how good a fuck she was going to be. The feel of her silk encased legs wrapped around my head made my head swim in anticipation of being between her thighs with her heels on my back as I drove myself inside her.

Not to be unfair, I licked, nibbled and played with her pussy until she came loudly all over my face. She scrambled away from me, moving to the middle of the bed. I stood and knelt with her, watching her chest rise and fall with her deep breaths. She put a hand on both sides of my head, and ran her tongue around my mouth, licking off all of her juices.

"You like the taste of your own pussy?" I asked.

"I love cunt, doesn't matter who."

"What about Rich, Nikki? Not that I'm complaining!" I said as she laid back on the bed. She spread her legs and began playing with her clit. Her other hand was busy on her nipple, pinching and pulling it.

"Oh god Mitch. He's so small, he never licks my pussy, and he thinks anal is disgusting. Get that beautiful cock up here and stuff it in my pussy before Sara hears."

"She won't, trust me." I said. She left off teasing her nipple to grab my prick, guiding it to the opening of her cunt. She was warm, wet, and ready.

"Remember what Rich used to play in High School?" I asked as I parted her lips with the knob of my cock.

"Mmmmm, that feels so nice... Yeah, drums or something right?" she said breathily.

"Oh god you've got an amazing pussy" I said as I slowly inched my cock into her. "Yeah, his Dad didn't want to hear it, so he soundproofed the room!" I said as I pulled almost all the way out and slammed it home in her. She barely stifled a scream.

"Scream all you want, the bed doesn't squeak either. Cassie was a nympho, we bought her parents this bed for this room because we said she needed it for her back, but it's designed with few moving parts so it doesn't make any noise when I shove my dick in and out of you baby... Oh Jesus you have a sweet pussy!" I practically yelled.

"I've wanted to do this ever since I caught you with my bra baby... Ooooh you've got a nice dick... Mmmm, yeah, slide it in Nikki's pussy... You like my tight wet pussy baby... Oh Oh Oh OH OH" she teased and moaned as I slid all the way in and out of her, giving her long full strokes of my cock. Her pussy fit like a glove, gripping and stroking me. I reached under her and grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, holding her in place while I shoved my cock in and out of her.

"OOoohhhhh yeah! OHHHHH YEAH! FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!!! Oh Jesus Mitch, fuck my pussy fuck my pussy oh OH OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" she screamed as she came really hard, arching her back, thrust her tits out and her pelvis onto mine. The force of it almost threw me off the bed. I kept stroking in and out as she rode the wave of her huge orgasm. As she began to relax, I did something Cassie used to love me to do.

Pulling her legs up, I put her ankles on my shoulders and drove deeply into her, rubbing against her cervix with the head of my cock. Her eyes shot open as I plumbed deeply with my cock, driving her wild. "Oh god, what did... oh oh oh oh ohohohohohoohhhhohho ohhhh ohhhhhhhhh yeah, yeah, YEAH YEAH OH GAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHDDDDDDD!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. I smiled to myself, thanking Cassie for teaching me so much about pleasing a woman.

While I had her in the position, I decided to try one more trick. It was something Cassie couldn't handle, but I had a feeling that Nikki might be able to. I slid most of the way out and pumped the head in and out of her pussy. As I did, I reached under us to where we were connected, and gathered some of the mingled sperm and girl juice, and trust me, there was plenty. I dragged my lubed finger across her asshole, making her jump. She had been so caught up in her orgasm, she didn't realize what I was doing until she began to like it.

"Oh Mitch, are you a dirty boy?" she drawled sexily. "Are you really gonna try to put that monster in my butt?"

"Well, I don't know Nikki, it depends on a few things" I said, teasingly settling into my role in the game. My fingers had spread quite a lot of lube and as I pulled my rock hard schlong out of her pussy, I collected more and pushed a finger into her butt. She loosened immediately around my finger, allowing me to push the fluid in, and insert another finger. She bit her lip and began playing with her tits as I slid two fingers in and out of her ass.

"Like what" she cooed. Her hand was slowly running up and down the shaft of my cock, keeping it rock hard.

"Well, it looks like you passed the first test with flying colors. Lets see what happens next" I said, putting the head at the opening of her asshole. I put a hand on each asscheek, lifting, positioning her ass for the best angle for me to thrust. I slipped the head in fairly easily, knowing that while her husband might not be giving her any ass sex, someone was.

"Nikki?"

"Yes Mitch" she breathed, practically panting in anticipation.

"You've done this a lot..." I said, non-commitally.

"Butt plugs are wonderful toys Mitch. Now stop stalling and fuck my ass. I am faithful to my husband, except right now, and I felt that you needed me more than he did. And I promise you one thing..."

"What's that" I said, a smile on my face.

"If this is what it's like when we're rushed, I'll be coming to see my neice and nephew a lot more often. Now fuck me, and fuck me hard. I've been bad and I need to be punished. Punish me Mitch..." she cooed, pushing down so I slid in more.

"Oooooh, you like being spanked?" I teased, bouncing the head in and out of her ass.

"I like a lot of things you don't know about baby... Fuck me... yeah... oh yeah, oh god it's so fucking big!" she said, squirming around on the bed. She reached up with her hands, locking around the back of my neck, her legs high around my back, allowing me deeper penetration. She began swinging like a pendulum, her ass sheathing my cock perfectly. My arms supported us holding onto the headboard, and she did most of the work swinging back and forth, plunging my cock in and out of her ass. I watched her face contort with pleasure as I felt my nuts boil. Dropping down onto the bed, I slammed it in and out of her butthole, listening to her squeal with pleasure, my face buried between her big tits.

She shifted suddenly onto her side, allowing me to penetrate deeper, her hands flying to her clit. Her asshole clenched around my cock as I dumped a gallon of cum inside her. Her ass was so tight it was almost painful. I fell down on the bed next to her, out breath ragged and panting. After several minutes of trying to catch my breath, she moved off the bed and I slid out of her with a splat onto my thigh. She grabbed my undershirt and wadded it up between her legs, catching the mingled spunk. I just laid back on the bed and watched her slowly dress. I laid on the bed as she watched me watching her. Stroking my still semihard cock, she left off the fastening the buttons and began playing with her nipples again, her eyes lidded and sexy. I almost had her back out of her clothes when I heard the tell tale squeak of the bottom step. She pushed away from me, and opened the window, standing next to it, hurriedly fixing her shirt and hair. Sara knocked and came in when I told her it was cool. By that time I was already under the covers of the bed, talking to Nikki. She asked if we were hungry, and I said yes, as did Nikki.

She smiled at us both and went out. I was about to say something when Nikki held up her hand.

"Don't say anything Mitch, not now. I want you to call me next week in my office, and we'll have lunch."

I had to ask. "Nikki, did Cassie put you up to this?"

She smiled and walked over to the bed, kissing me soundly. "No, you amazing man, she didn't."

I could have sworn just as she closed the bedroom door after walking out, she whispered, "Sara did..."



Darling Nikki



"Honey, your friend is here." Griffin said to his fiancé, watching her spring from the sofa to the front door. An eager smile crossed her features as she straightened her hair and pulled down her night gown. 

Nikki wasn't wearing panties this much was obvious but then again it was rare to see her in clothing unless she was going to work. She must have known Drew her co-worker was coming over, in fact she did, Griffin recalled her mentioning it earlier in the week.

He nodded to himself, figuring her being preoccupied with her friend would give him an easy out to go get the cigar he'd been wanting and having to put off due to her scolding him of how he shouldn't smoke.

Drew had been in the house many times and Nikki had gone out with him a handful of times on motorcycle rides during the summer, so nothing would seem out of the ordinary with the two of them on their own. 

Nikki had been waiting eagerly for her best friend to come visit. In fact she hadn't stopped thinking about his upcoming visit since they last saw each other at work.

Her lack of panties..... Planned, lack of bra, planned. She had to let Drew see her; she wanted to see his reaction to her body through the thin covering of brown nylon nightgown.

Drew entered the apartment, making note of where Griffin was and then Nikki's attire. Holy crap! The girl was hot. Her 5'1, curvaceous body, and lack of clothing made his cock stir. The only thing stopping him from touching her was the husband-to-be. If only he knew everything that had already happened between him and Nikki.

"Hey Griff, how goes it?" Drew asked taking off his jacket.

"Fair enough, I'm not in jail." Griffin joked. The court visit earlier being the reason Drew came for a visit, to check up on Nikki, in case Griffin went to jail.

Drew finished removing his coat, Nikki watched the two men interact with a strange glint of delight in her eye. She reveled in the moment, seeing the two men she cared about bantering back and forth, taking in their differences. Griffin was only 5'6, ropey, and pierced, while Drew was large, a whopping 6'2, 240 lbs, and hands, oh his hands..  The two seemed to get along well although they both knew what was what and were polite when it came to their Nikki.

Taking a seat on the couch, Nikki and Drew became engulfed in conversation. This is when Griffin made his escape. 

"I'll leave you two be for a bit, I'mma go to the store and get one of those nasty things. See you in a few." He said pulling on his hoodie, locking the bottom lock behind him.

Nikki smiled. He locked the bottom lock, the shades were drawn and now she was alone with Drew. Now to drag in the kill she thought.

Drew made a few adjustments to his seating, watching Nikki's breasts bounce under the thin fabric of her nightgown. She wiggled to be closer to him, talking about work and how things were. She occasionally threw in something random, like how she'd found a new razor and shaved today. Shaved, everything. He noticed when she shifted and her gown hitched further up her hip, her thighs parting enough for him to notice that her patch no longer existed. 

Nikki laughed noticing Drew's gaze move to her pussy. Just as she had intended.

"See? Wanna touch it?" She teased running her own hand over the barren landscape.

"I do, oh lord do I ever, but I'm not exactly comfortable starting something we can't finish, not knowing when he'll show up."

Nikki crossed her legs and pouted. She moved nearer Drew and fed him some line about him being a pansy, but truly only in play, as she loved this man as much as she loved her intended. She always wondered why she loved two men at the same time and if it was a doomed affair, but one she would enjoy until the end.

After their discussion turned back to casual things, Griffin reappeared. The scent of black cherry cigar on him, a veritable mating call in Nikki's world. She'd forgotten herself and began to lounge as Griffin slid into the chair facing the couch; this exposed her lack of panties to him. Drew too had forgotten himself. In their time together, and knowing that Griffin "was cool", Drew had placed his large hand on Nikki's thigh, pulling the gown up a bit further.

Something inside Griffin tensed, telling him it was wrong for him to be excited by this gesture and that this other man shouldn't be touching his woman so casually. Something else inside his pants decided this was interesting and should be further acted upon. So he sat back and watched the two, wondering if he could ever share his Nikki. Drew and Nikki had become quiet, engrossed in a television show. Nikki laid her head upon Drew's chest and watched the screen. Turning from the two Griffin turned to the computer glancing at the duo occasionally but always watching them from his peripheral. His heart raced, hoping that Drew would touch his Nikki and not at the same time. His cock throbbed at the idea of the giant with his little woman and yet his head screamed that it was wrong. So he sat allowing them their time together before Drew returned to his shrew of a wife. Griffin felt sorry for the man quietly letting him and his Nikki have their time together as it would never happen should Drew's wife ever find that Drew was friends with a woman. 

Moaning distracted Griffin from his thoughts. The scene on the television had turned intimate. Nikki had wiggled and Drew's hand flexed on her thigh, kneaded being a more appropriate term, sliding a bit further "accidentally" in Nikki's readjustment. Griffin noticed Drew's pants strain. 

Nikki's head slid from Drew's chest to his lap mere inches away from his groin, her breath steady, her eyes closed, asleep. Drew closed his eyes, not noticing Griffins vigilant stare, letting his hand move to Nikki's hair, stroking her as he licked his lips. He envisioned her mouth upon his strained tool, his fingers wrapped in her silky hair, pulling her up and down his shaft as her nightgown rode up her hips exposing her exquisite heart shaped ass, his free hand moving between her thighs to stroke her honeyed well of desire as she brought him to the brink of oblivion with her satin lips and kitten tongue. He swallowed with the thought, his manhood reaching its full potential before he let out a breath and opened his eyes only to see Griffin watching him. 

"I need to go. I'll see ya'll later" Drew said trying to exit gracefully, wincing as he acknowledged the awkwardness of the scene.

Griffin said nothing, his own pants tight, thinking of what the giant may do with his bride-to-be. Nikki moaned a soft protest as Drew gently slid her from his lap, a breast escaping it's confinement in the process, causing Drew to suck in a breath and a pained expression as he tried to cover her, waking her in the process.

"Where are you going?" Nikki mewed.

"I need to go now. I'll be missed if I don't." Drew softly spoke, still trying to cover her.

Nikki pushed her hair back, at her current spot on the couch; this caused her an encounter with Drew's erection.

"Oh, I .. I don't think you should. Maybe you should sit down." She said pulling him back down on the couch. Nikki cast a glance at Griffin who had seemingly returned his attention to the computer once again, then threw a leg over Drew, sitting one leg on either side of him to cover his erection from sight. Nikki thought nothing about the position as this was a common way for her to sit when talking to her favorite people. It was just Nikki. 

Drew groaned at this and Griffin turned back to the two, a strange look on his face.

It was obvious that Nikki was trying to hide the erection from him, perhaps to keep him from throwing out her friend, it was so sexy to see her straddling this other man. A giant and a doll. It was so strange and so exciting. Drew sounded strangled as Griffin noticed Nikki whisper something into his ear and shake her head. Griffin smirked, yes; his Nikki was trying to save her friend from his wrath. How sweet of her, granted if she had even thought, she'd have realized her position wouldn't help any man in that scenario. The pull of his thoughts and his heart, ate at him. Nikki could be with this other man, but she wouldn't, would she? Would she be if he asked her?" Griffin boggled over the last of his questions. Could Nikki be with this other man if he asked her too? Would she take offense or would she accept? His train of thought derailed as Drew's hands slid over Nikki's thighs and around nearly under her buttocks. He tried to lift her off against her quiet protests. She only writhed closer, a moan escaping his lips, and Griffins cock hardened suddenly. He'd decided.

Griffin feigned a laugh, mentioning something about the two "farting around" and excused himself once again to smoke. In Nikki's last few visits with Drew, Griffin had realized that he couldn't deny that she was interested in the man, now it was only a matter of time. Tonight seemed prime for it. 

Inside, Drew quit trying to push Nikki away and ground her against his hardened shaft. The lack of her panties let him feel her heat against the thin scrub bottoms he wore. She moaned at his thickness against her and he flexed his fingers under her ass again causing her to buck against him, she began to ride him dry. He buried his face into her tits breathing her in, in his brief chance to have her while her fiancé stood just on the other side of the door. God he wanted her, wanted inside her, wanted to taste her. Her lips delivered insanity to his senses as she ran them over his neck, her kittenish tongue trailing up to his lips as she kissed him and ground into him, her pussy wetting his dark scrub bottoms, driving him mad as the head of his mass entered her through the barrier of fabric. 

Their breathing kept them from hearing Griffin turn the knob, he had seen most of what was happening. So Nikki would cheat on him...No, no this was his fault and Nikki really did love him. He knew as much, this was because of him not attending her needs, and her trying to meet them. Drew was safe, Drew had tried, but Nikki, Nikki was a demon in the bedroom, a tiger that would not be denied. Griffin blamed himself but was so aroused that he could feel the head of his dick slicking as he watched his Nikki, HIS little Nikki, taking on the giant. And he was proud. 

Griffin made the most of Drew's distraction, moving to sit on the furthest end of the couch. Only after a moment of him being there did Nikki notice, she pulled back, surprised, but with lust still in control. She made the most of it, pulling away from Drew, crawling across the couch to Griffin. She didn't hesitate; she pulled at the zipper on his pants and freed his straining cock from its jean laden prison, her ass bared to Drew as she began to suck off her chosen mate. Drew panted, his pants wetted with Nikki's desire, his dick aching for release, he noted Griffin's smile to him and wave closer to his woman. Drew neared the lovers, a hand running through the bristles of shaven hair on his head, his mind trying to take all this in.

"Nikki" Griffin said, pulling her to a stop.

"Yes?" she panted.

"Would you like to be fucked by Drew?"

Drew's jaw dropped as did Nikki's. This was surely a trap, he couldn't be serious. Nikki decided it was now or never.

"Yes, yes I want him, please." She cried, casting a look from one man to the other.

'Drew? You're her friend, she trusts you, and I trust you. You game?"

His head swimming, Drew kicked off his shoes and pulled his scrub pants to his knees and positioned himself behind Nikki. Griffin took her hair in hand and made Nikki worship every inch of his cock with her mouth as Drew thrust into her from behind. The absurdity of this was all too much for the trio, reality failed them as they grunted, panted, moaned, sucked, thrust, and shuddered. Griffin came hard, forcing Nikki to gag and her silken purse to clench as she struggled for breath. Drew groaned as she flexed her tight muscles around him, quivering as she reached a climax over her own, in the violence of Griffin's release.

Griffin freed his bride-to-be and let Drew have her. He watched with awe as his tiny Nikki took the giant, her hair plastered to her face as one of Drew's large hands slid underneath her causing her to convulse and cry out as he stroked her clit. Drew's face and body tensed as he bucked Nikki once more over his erupting cock. He bounced her twice more for good measure, pulling the tiny doll of a female up against him and muttered something soft into her ear that caused her to smile and whisper back to him an audible "I love you too".

That smile said it all. Griffin was pleased his darling Nikki was happy and that Drew, the other man in her life, was good for her too. Perhaps, sharing wasn't such a bad idea.



Darling Nikki



"My butt's too big," complained Nikki, looking at herself in the mirror.

"Shut up, it is not." Lila was sick of having this same complaint thrown at her by her best friend.

"I did whatever he wanted," Nikki said, spinning to face the thin brunette lying on Nikki's bed. "Why else would he break up with me?"

"Because he's an asshole." She pushed herself up and sat on the edge of the bed. "Tim doesn't deserve you; it's as simple as that." She stood and turned sideways toward her friend, stroking her own ass. "Besides, I wish I had an ass like that. Look at this," she said, pointing to her own backside. "I have NO butt at all. I look like a graham cracker."

Nikki laughed, making Lila laugh as well. "Derek likes it," Nikki reminded.

"No," she said, "Derek likes ME. He's said a little more meat would be nice."

"What?! That's terrible!"

"Not really," she shrugged. "I think it's sweet that even though I'm not perfect, he loves me. Even though I don't have tits or an ass, he loves me just the way I am." She smiled as she thought of the way Derek looked at her and touched her. He had never volunteered that he wished she was a little fuller, but he just answered honestly when she had asked.

"I can't believe you let him say that!"

"I didn't. I asked, and he answered honestly. Then he said he still thought I was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. Hence, the proposal," she smiled, wagging her hand with the modest diamond ring.

"I can't believe you guys are getting married," Nikki pouted, plopping down on her bed. Lila dropped next to her, causing her to bounce a little.

"We're not moving away or anything. And because he works rotating shifts, there will still be plenty of time for me to hang out with my besty!"

"Aww, you're sweet." Nikki rested her head on Lila's shoulder. Lila wrapped her arm around her blonde friend's shoulder and kissed the top of her head.

"Thank you for not making fun of the bride's maid dresses," said Lila.

"Thank you for not choosing horrible ones," replied her best friend. They both smiled.

After a pause, Lila muttered, "Tim's a dickhead." Nikki smiled and wrapped her arms around her friend.

******

Mark Gregory pulled his dripping dick from the tiny, shaved Korean pussy, with a sigh. "Damn, Beck, you're always amazing." He looked down at her with a smile. A thin sheen of sweat coated her small body: tan and lean with tiny breasts and medium brown nipples. She giggled at him as she lay on her bed.

"That's because you're the best," Becky said, sitting up. "You always make me come so good." Mark took her hand and helped her up off the bed before kissing her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he picked her up with his arms around her waist. She squealed and laughed, wrapping her legs around him. They kissed happily before he set her down again. "Let me get something to clean up."

Mark nodded and fell back onto the bed. His girlfriend walked to the bathroom as he watched her tight little ass clench with every step. At no taller than five feet tall, she was less than eighty pounds and always the top of the cheerleader pyramid, the one they threw in the air to be caught by others. Mark was in love with her.

At 22 years old, Mark was finishing up college this semester and had plans to propose to Becky. He had an interview with the cyber-security company his cousin worked at, next week. If he got the job, he would propose and look for a place to start his life together with Becky. He smiled at her as he watched her walk back in from the bathroom with a washcloth. Her face was smooth and clear, her eyes small, like the rest of her features. Becky's breasts were tiny cones, capped with small, dark nipples and her body was completely hairless except for the hair on her head and her thin eyebrows. Her smile was contagious and her laugh always cheered him up, no matter what.

She put her foot up on the bed and cleaned herself up before leaning over him and gently cleaning his cock and balls.

"I love you, babe," he said quietly, stroking her cheek.

"I love you, too."

"We still on for tomorrow?"

She sighed. "That's. . . what I wanted to talk to you about."

"Uh oh."

"No, it's okay. It's just that. . . my parents are coming into town and they want to meet you."

"Okay. When?"

"Really?"

"Yeah," he laughed lightly. "Really! I love you!"

"Oh, okay," she smiled. "Um. . . tomorrow?"

"Do they have a ride from the airport?"

"I don't know."

"Find out. We can pick them up at the airport."

******

"Hot date?" asked Nikki as she collapsed onto her brother's bed.

"I'm meeting Becky's parents today," he said, turning from the mirror as he worked the pomade through his hair. He smiled with his eyebrows raised.

"Wow! The parents!"

"Yeah," he sighed. "I'm pretty nervous about it." He paused and shook his head. "But I love her. I'm going to marry her, Nikki."

"I've never heard you talk like that about anyone before."

"I know," he said. "I kind of can't believe it myself," he laughed.

"Well, good for you, then!"

He turned back to the mirror and worked at his hair with his fingers. "Big plans for tonight?" He asked.

"No. Since Tim. . . " She shook her head. "No. No plans."

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry. What happened?"

"I don't know. He just broke it off."

"That sucks, Nik."

"Yeah. You know what, though? Fuck him! If I'm not what he wants, I'll find someone better, someone who appreciates me for who I am."

"Damn right!" Mark nodded. "Tim's a dipshit for dropping you like that."

"Yeah, right," she said, rolling her eyes and falling back onto the bed. "I'm not that special."

"Yes, you are." He sat down at his sister's hip. "Nikki, there are lots of guys who are looking for a woman like you."

"Shut up."

"I'm serious. You're beautiful, fun, funny, outgoing. . ."

"Okay, that's enough," she laughed. She sat up and hugged her brother. "Thanks for trying to make me feel better." She kissed him on the cheek and bounced off the bed. "You need to finish getting ready. You don't want to be late. It's already going to be hard enough for you to make a good first impression." She squealed when a pillow flew at her, hitting the doorframe as she ducked away.

******

"Remember my Korean name?" asked Becky as she waited with Mark by the baggage claim.

"Yun."

"Kind of," she laughed. She corrected his pronunciation and he repeated it until he got it right.

"Remember to call me that around my parents, at least for tonight. My father is still old school and even though I was born in the US, he thinks denying my Korean name means I'm disrespecting our culture. And when you shake his hand, don't forget to bow a little, like I showed you."

"Right. Got it."

"Don't worry. You'll be fine. They'll love you."

"Yun!" her mother cried. Becky and Mark turned to see an attractive, young-looking Asian woman quickly approaching, her arms outstretched.

"Umma!" Becky cried, speaking rapid Korean to her mother as they embraced and talked while Mark looked on. "Appa!" she greeted her father. He smiled as he hugged her back before turning to look at the young man standing next to his only daughter. His face was serious. Mark extended his hand and bowed slightly as Becky's father gripped it firmly.

"Anyoung hashimnikka."

"My daughter has taught you well," he said.

"Yun is a very special young woman," Mark said, standing tall again and releasing his grip as soon as her father loosed his own grip.

"She is," he said.

"Umma, Appa, this is Mark. Mark, these are my parents, Yung and Itta Hom."

"Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Hom. It is an honor to meet you."

"Come, Mark," said Mr. Hom. "We will get the bags while the women talk."

"Yes, sir." Mark smiled at Becky who nodded at him quickly before he turned and followed his future father to the carousel. He heard her mother and smiled to himself when she spoke.

"He's so handsome. And respectful," she beamed.

"He's a good man," answered Becky. "I love him."

******

As the Hom's ate dinner with Mark, the conversation moved toward their future.

"Well," Mark said, looking over at Becky before wiping his mouth and placing his napkin back in his lap, "I love Bec. . . Yun. I'm graduating this semester and I'm interviewing with a technology company, designing cyber-security systems. It's not an internship, but a full-time job opportunity in the career I studied for. I think I have a good chance. If I'm offered the job," he looked over at Becky, "I'm going to ask your daughter to marry me." He smiled at her and her eyes grew big, accompanied by a huge smile.

"I see," said Mr. Hom. "And if you don't get the job?"

"Then I'll keep looking until I do get one. I want to marry Yun and to make sure she is well provided for. I can't see my life without her."

"Let me ask you a question, Mark."

"Yes, sir."

"Can you bring this job to New York?"

"What? Why?" Mark asked, confused.

"If you want to be with my daughter, that's where you will need to be, at least for a while."

"Appa," Yun interrupted. Her father cut her off with some quick, stern Korean. She sat quietly and nodded. "Yes, Appa," she mumbled, looking at the table. Her mother patted her hand sympathetically.

Mr. Hom turned back to Mark. "As I was saying, when Yun graduates, she will come to New York to work with me. If you want to marry her, you will need to come to work for me and prove yourself. After that, if I feel you can care for her, you can marry her and go to work wherever you like."

Mark was stunned. He had not expected this. He looked over at Becky, who looked up at him humbly and hung her head again.

"No offense, Mr. Hom, but I've spent a lot of time preparing for a career in this field. If I don't stay in the field and grow with it, I'll be behind in six months and I'll never get a job in it. And with all due respect, sir, your daughter is a grown woman and she should be able to decide if she wants to marry me."

"Mark," Becky said quickly, but she was cut off again.

"Mr. Gregory," said her father, "You may be your own man and I know it is hard for you to understand my way, but if you want to marry my daughter and be a part of my family, this is what that looks like."

Mark looked at Becky, then to her father.

"Can I think about it? Talk to Yun?"

"Fine. I will expect your answer tomorrow morning." He stood and extended his hand. Mark stood and shook his hand. Mrs. Hom and Becky stood as well. Becky's mother kissed her cheek and Becky and Mark turned to leave as Mr. Hom paid the check.

Back in the car, Becky spoke first. "I didn't know you were going to do that," she said quietly.

"I know, and I'm sorry."

"I'm not sorry you said it," she smiled. "I just wasn't prepared. I was hoping by the time we talked about getting married, that I could have told you what my father expected."

"You knew he was going to make me work for him to marry you?"

She nodded. "I'm sorry."

"Why didn't you say anything, Becky?" Mark was clearly perturbed.

"I just said I didn't know we were talking about marriage yet!"

They drove quietly for a couple of minutes. "I know. I'm sorry."

"Me, too," replied Becky. After a brief pause, "So, what do you think? Do you want to work for my dad so we can get married?"

"I want to marry you more than anything, Becky, but if I get out of the field, it's going to look like a giant black hole on my resume. I can't take a year or two off and hope to swing back in ready to go. If a company has a choice between me, someone with two years of experience while I sat out, and/or someone fresh out of school, I won't stand a chance."

"I understand."

"Can I convince him to let you marry me while I still work at another job? Hell, I was just asking out of courtesy! We don't need anyone's permission to get married!"

"I do!" She began to cry. "You don't get it, Mark! I can't get married without my parents' approval! I wouldn't feel right, and it could create a problem with them for the rest of their lives! They won't just get over it in a couple of years, seeing that we really love each other. I will always be the disrespectful daughter and you will always be the irresponsible man who caused it. Even having children wouldn't change their mind, Mark."

"I thought that was all old school and they didn't do that anymore."

"They won't arrange a marriage for me or anything, but respect and honor are still a huge part of Korean culture, even in America."

"So now what?" He asked.

Becky looked at her lap and shook her head, trying to think.

They drove in silence for a few minutes and Mark had an idea. He had Becky call her father on the phone and spoke with him through the car's connection.

"Mr. Hom?"

"Yes?"

"It's Mark, sir. I'm here with Yun and I would like to make an offer to consider. May we come see you at the hotel?"

"That's fine."

"Thank you. We'll be right there."

He hung up and Becky asked what was going on. Mark explained his idea and they parked outside a bookstore with wireless internet. He pulled his laptop from his bag and connected to the net. Becky watched quietly as he worked, asking him a couple of times what he was doing. He worked for about ten minutes and then closed the laptop. 

"Let's go," he said.

"I hope this works."

"Me, too."

******

Jeff Gregory and his wife, Marilyn looked at each other in shared confusion as their daughter, Nikki, stormed into the kitchen and slammed her purse on the table before opening the refrigerator.

"Nikki? Honey?" her mother began

"I don't want to talk about it," Nikki replied through gritted teeth before ripping a soda from the plastic ring connecting six together. She slammed the refrigerator door and made a comment about Tim before bolting upstairs and yelling "good night!" to her parents.

"What's a douche nozzle?" asked Jeff.

"Apparently it's the best description of our daughter's ex-boyfriend," Marilyn shrugged before turning her attention back to her puzzle. Jeff shrugged as well and returned to watching the soccer game.

"He did not tell them that!" blurted Lila, in disbelief at what her best friend was telling her over the phone.

"The fuck he didn't!" Nikki answered. "He's making me out to look like a whore!"

"That's messed up," Lila sighed. After a pause. "Just between you and me, do you?"

"Ass to mouth? Hell no! That's disgusting!"

"Okay, I'm sorry," she laughed. Nikki snickered with her.

"Besides, we only tried anal that one time and he didn't know what he was doing. He spit on my crack and smeared it into me, thinking that was going to be enough lube. Then he couldn't get it in. As soon as he got the head in, which burned like hell, by the way, he came." She laughed at the absurd memory. He was so pitiful after that. She didn't mind that he told his friends that they had done anal and she didn't feel it necessary to demean him. But now that he had broken up with her, and since he had apparently built a whole new story around their attempt, it just made him look like a stud and made her look like a slut. There's no way she would ever suck a dick that had come straight out of an ass, anyone's ass, including her own. Ick! "I guess that's what I get for dating a guy who uses porn as sex ed. It was bad enough he tried to force his dick into my throat, then he goes and does something like this? No, thanks!"

"Yeah, that's kind of a dick move," Lila agreed.

"Is Derek coming over?"

"Yep. We're going out and then he's going in," she giggled.

"Nice, Lila," Nikki said sarcastically.

******

"You broke into my system?" Mr. Hom asked angrily.

"No, Appa, he didn't do anything! Just listen!"

"Mr. Hom, I was just showing you that your system is vulnerable. It didn't take me any time at all to access your system from the outside." Mark pointed to the screen on his laptop and said, "I can help with this! If you want me to come work for you, let me do your cyber-security. I can set it up to protect you and can stay on top of it for you."

"You're a crook! You disrespect me by demanding something like this from me? And you break into my business?" His face was red and trembling as he spoke.

"Appa!" Becky was again cut off by her father as he drove her back with harsh Korean.

******

Nikki was startled when she heard Mark's tires squeal on the street as he skidded to a stop before slamming the front door behind him. She was home alone and was on the couch watching a movie. She would normally be out with Tim or Lila, but neither was an option right now. The last thing she wanted was to deal with any of her friends, except Lila, who was probably busy getting drilled by her fiancé at this very minute.

"Hey!" she sat up when the door slammed and looked at Mark. "What the hell happened?"

"It's over!" he said angrily.

"What's over? Becky?"

"Yep! Her father won't let her marry me. He wanted me to come work for him in New York, but that would put me out of the career I had prepared for. Becky and I tried to convince him to let me do cyber-security for his company, but he called me a crook! Becky won't marry me without their approval, and her father put a nail in that coffin tonight, so we're through! Finished!"

"Oh, my god," she said, rising from the sofa. She quickly came to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. "I'm sorry."

He hugged her back. "I can't believe it," he said quietly.

"That sucks."

"So, I guess this is us, huh? Alone at home on a Saturday night?"

"We're not alone," Nikki smiled. "We have each other. Besides," she shrugged, "When is the last time we got to do something together?"

"Yeah, I guess it's been forever."

"You know what we need? We need to get blasted. Come on, let's go to Baron's and forget about tonight."

"I could definitely use a drink," said Mark.

"At least one," she answered, lightly punching him in the arm. "Let me go change and we'll go."

******

An hour later they were at the far end of the bar, laughing and talking. Neither of them was too concerned about their lost loves now. They had both had enough to drink that all that misery was forgotten, at least for the time being. It wasn't long before a young man approached Nikki, offering to buy her a drink. He was a pretty good-looking guy, she thought, but she turned him down politely. He acknowledged her rebuff and told her that the offer still stood if she changed her mind.

Within the hour, she had been approached and/or propositioned by two more guys. The first was kind, though bold, but the second was kind of a jerk. Nikki put her arm on her brother's, gripping it tightly when the guy said, "Sorry. I didn't know you were a dyke." She wasn't doing it because she was pissed; that guy didn't matter to her. She did it because she knew her brother would jump to fight the guy and she was letting him know not to. She felt the hard muscles tense in her grasp, but a few seconds after the guy walked away, Mark relaxed again.

"Thank you for wanting to defend me," Nikki said quietly.

"Any time. You don't need some jackass hitting on you. You deserve a good man."

Nikki leaned into him and wrapped her hands around his arm. "You're so good to me." He kissed her on the top of her head and finished off his drink. "Hey," she said, "Let's get out of here. I want to go dancing."

"Dancing?" he asked with a look of disdain. "Where are we going to go dancing?"

"I don't know. I kind of want to do some slow dancing. What do you say? Want to dance with me?"

"I don't know, Nik."

"Come on," she whined. "You've been good all night, don't let me down now."

"Fine," he sighed. "Let's go." He stood and she clapped giddily before taking his hand and leading him out the front door of the bar. She hailed a cab and they were off to a smaller jazz club where they could dance a little to some live jazz. It was the only way they were guaranteed not to have any bass-thumping house music interrupting them. They were both in the mood to be held and Mark was reminded of his first homecoming dance. Not the music so much, but the feeling of dancing with a girl for the first time. He rarely went dancing, but he knew Nikki loved it. Becky did, too, only privately. They danced at home on occasion, but never in a club or at a ball.




Darling Nikki



He thought of the tiny waist of his little Korean girlfriend, her small breasts, the look she gave him as she blew him, and the feel and look of her beautiful pussy while they fucked. His eyes were closed as he listened to her whimpering as his heavy dick moved inside her.

"What is it?" Nikki interrupted.

"What?" he asked, confused.

Nikki quietly said, so that only he could hear, "I feel you pressing against me. Is it Becky?"

"Oh, shit, Nik, I'm sorry," Mark blurted, pulling away.

"It's fine," she laughed. "I get it." She pulled him back in. "Besides, it's not the first boner I've felt when dancing with a guy."

"Yeah, but I'm your brother."

"I know." She pulled back and looked him in the eye. "I know you love her. It's okay to dance with me and to still be thinking of her. I mean, it's still very fresh on your mind, just like Tim is on mine. I mean, I know it's different," she shrugged, "But, still. . ."

I really love her, Nikki," he sighed, "But I can't compete with her family. You know what, though? She'll find someone who can do what her father wants and won't demand that she choose between her parents and her relationship. And I know that in time I'll find someone, too."

"I know you will! And I will, too!" She smiled and kissed him on the cheek before settling against him to continue dancing. "Becky was a lucky girl. And the next girl will be lucky, too."

"Any man would be lucky to have you, Nik." They hugged each other more tightly and continued to dance quietly as the jazz band played.

After a few minutes, Nikki quietly spoke, "As nice as this has been, Mark, I can't take much more jazz. Let's go home."

"Sounds good to me," he said. As they walked outside, Mark noticed a liquor store two doors down. "I want to get something to take home. We'll order a pizza and we can eat and drink to our hearts' content."

"Let's go," she agreed with a smile. She ordered a pizza online through her phone while they picked up a few bottles before hailing another cab to take them back to the house.

Mark had just set the bottles down on the counter and Nikki had gone upstairs to change when the pizza arrived. When Mark came down from changing into his lounge pants and t-shirt, his sister was already flipping open a pizza box. He couldn't help but notice her round ass in her own lounge pants, jiggling a little as she moved. She was obviously not wearing a bra under her tight, thin tank top. There was no strap visible in the back. He was hoping she didn't catch him looking when she turned to look over her shoulder as she sucked a little sauce off her thumb with a smile. "Pizza's ready," she said, her turquoise eyes piercing his own.

I must be really horny, he thought. This is your sister.

"Yeah, uh. . . thanks." He walked into the kitchen. "I'll fix the drinks. What do you want?"

"Jack and Coke?"

"The hard stuff, huh?"

"Where am I going to go that I need to lay off?" she asked with a laugh.

"Point taken. Two Jack and Cokes, coming up."

Nikki laughed as she opened the wing box. She prepped a couple of plates and carried them into the living room while her brother finished the drinks.

******

A half an hour later, they were laughing as they told stories about their relationships, which led into other stories of love and sex.

"Let me get this straight," said Mark, laughing and trying to compose himself. "After it's been in your ass?" Nikki nodded. "So, how did you taste?"

"Shut up!" she laughed, throwing a pillow at him. Mark wasn't quick enough to dodge it, but he apologized repeatedly as she began hitting him with a second pillow. She pounced on him and stuffed the pillow over his face. His laugh was muffled, but his hands were free and he grabbed at her ribs, tickling her hard as she rolled away to protect herself.

Mark sat up and pushed her back while he attacked her. She couldn't stop laughing and he wasn't about to stop tickling her. He was practically lying on top of her as she squirmed under his weight and assault. They were both laughing, her at the attack and him at the fact that she was so responsive. She had always been very ticklish and he had spent their whole life learning her tickle spots.

As she squirmed, she inadvertently kneed him right in the groin. Hard. He grunted and fell away to the floor, clutching himself and trying not to laugh. Nikki couldn't help but laugh even harder. "Serves you right!" she accused, pointing at him as she continued to laugh while also trying to catch her breath.

Soon enough they both settled down to the occasional huff of laughter. Nikki swung her legs over the front of the couch and Mark sat up to lean against the couch so they were sitting almost side by side. "I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. Thank you, Mark."

He looked up to say something right as she leaned down to kiss his head and she ended up kissing the corner of his mouth instead. She pulled away in shock and he had a look in his eyes that she was sure mirrored her own. He was a handsome man; she knew that. She didn't know why she felt what she did tonight. He had always been handsome, and kind. Tonight, however, she saw something more. She felt something different. Maybe it was the booze or the sex talk, or the tangible horniness that for whatever reason filled her tonight, but tonight he was not just kind and handsome; he was sexy. She had felt his erection as he thought of Becky, or at least said he did, while he danced with his sister, and she would be lying if she said her own panties had not become a little damp at the feeling of it. 

He didn't say a word, and neither did she. He lifted his chin and she instinctively lowered her head in response, gently touching her lips to his. They kissed briefly and she pulled back, touching her lips with her fingertips. Was that tingle real? Were her lips really numb from the electricity that flowed through them? He smiled gently and reached for her cheek with his hand. She leaned forward again and this time his tongue traced her upper lip before her own tongue found his. Their kiss slowly grew in intensity and she found herself settled on the floor next to Mark as they leaned into each other.

She felt his hand glide up her thigh to her hip and her own hands gripped his shoulders. They each tasted the Jack Daniels on each other, but there was a sweetness to the taste. Mark's erection began to form, sliding up the underside of Nikki's thigh and she moved to straddle him so they were not kissing in such an awkward twist as when they were side by side. Nikki's panties were damp, her belly warm as they kissed and she appreciated the grip her brother had on her hair when he worked his fingers into it, gripping her loosely. He squeezed her hip with his other hand and rolled his hips involuntarily.

Nikki settled lower into him, spreading her knees further apart on the carpet. She felt her groin rest on the hard shaft of his cock and inhaled sharply. She pulled back. "Damn, you're hard!" she breathed.

Mark looked at her chest and noted, "So are you." Nikki knew he was right. She looked down at her breasts and saw her pebble-like nipples pushing through the thin cotton tank top. Mark quickly bent his head down and nipped one with his teeth. 

"OH!" she yelped, but not from pain, rather from surprise and the jolt of pleasure that fired from her nipple to her clit. Mark pulled gently with his teeth, drawing the nipple away from her and causing her breath to escape in ragged puffs. She leaned forward as he pulled and breathed in his ear.

Her hot breath was exciting him even more. His hands cupped her ass without hesitation and pulled her forward against his erection even more. She ground herself against him and they both moaned, again engaging in a deep kiss.

"I can feel how hot you are on my hands and dick," he whispered into her mouth.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Mmhmm."

They never broke the kiss, but talked into it. She gripped his chest and squeezed his pecs, and he brought his hands quickly to the center under her ass, feeling the humidity through her pants. "Oh, fuck," she breathed. He slid his fingers back and forth over her lips, feeling the relief of her slit and lips through the panties and flannel pants. "Your hands feel so good." She pulled back from kissing him and pushed her hand into the fly of his lounge pants, only mildly surprised to find his bare cock. She smiled and gripped it before pulling it through the fly so that it pulsed while pointing up between them. "That's a nice-looking dick, Mark," she smiled, looking half-drunk and fully excited.

"No use pretending now," he said, gripping the hem of her shirt and yanking upwards. Nikki didn't hesitate to extend her arms up so he could quickly remove it. Her bare breasts were full and round and pale. The areolae were a nice size, pale pink and the nipple was small and only a little darker, but still pale. As she pulled the shirt off her arm, he dove in and captured a good portion of her left breast in his mouth and sucked.

As soon as he latched on, she yelped and then gripped his head. "Fuck, Mark! Suck my tits!" She tossed her shirt to the side and resumed stroking his cock, pre-cum now flowing down the shaft. Her hand glided easily while she watched him enjoy her nipple. He quickly switched over and did something similar with the other one, working back and forth between them, making sure they received equal time and treatment. Meanwhile, his fingers still continued to manipulate her through her pants.

His sister quickly pushed him away and stood, shoving her pants down and kicking them off before literally dropping to straddle him again. She kissed him aggressively, stroking him firmly, before he could respond. "Let me taste you," he said as soon as she landed on him.

"Later," she said, rising up just a little and pointing his dick down a little. She quickly slid onto him, shocking him with her wet heat and tight grip. She grunted as she dropped, throwing her head back. "Suck my tits again!" He didn't hesitate, gripping them both, enjoying their weight, and latching on with his mouth.

His sister's juices were flowing freely now, down over his balls and soaking his pants. "You're fucking, tight, Nik!"

"You like that?"

"You have no idea!"

She lifted up a little and lowered herself again, picking up the pace. She smelled amazing, musky and warm, mixed with the sweet scent of her fruity shampoo and powder-scent deodorant. Her blonde hair bounced in rhythm with her tits as she rode her brother's steel rod. Nikki whined and gasped as she worked and Mark gripped her ass, lifting her as she pushed up. His sister leaned forward and kissed him again. They kissed as she rode him and rolled her hips in pursuit of her orgasm.

"Touch my ass," she muttered into his mouth as they kissed. No need to wait for a second invitation, thought Mark, so he reached around further and pressed the pad of his middle finger against her knot, sending shivers and whines through her. "I'm coming," she warned with a sexy whimper before slamming all the way onto him and flinching on his lap. Her head was rested on his shoulder as she shook. She released another flood of juices onto him and her breath was pushed out in puffs.

Mark wasn't too far behind her, so he rolled them over quickly and stayed between her knees. He looked down at their union, his brownish-pink shaft, glossy with her release, wedged into her pink lips. Her skin was pale white all over except in the pink areas of pussy, nipples and cherry red lips. Her knees were a little pink from kneeling on the carpet, but otherwise her skin was almost milky white. Her pubic hair was almost unnoticeable being so light in color and trimmed into a narrow triangle pointed at her clit. He had forgotten that her navel was pierced and she currently had a dangling pearl pendant in it, in a silver setting. He pressed deeper into her, looking her in the eyes. She had a look of unbridled lust there, matched with one of total surrender. Her breasts were piled on her chest like hills on a prairie and every time his groin would bump hers, they would shift up and back, up and back.

He felt his pending orgasm and his sister's whimpers and moans weren't helping to delay it. Mark increased his pace as he fucked his sister and her hand began working her clit. That was it! Watching her pleasure herself as she was getting pounded by her brother, that was the final straw.

"Nikki," he groaned.

"Fill me up!" she cried. "FUUUUUU—" her voice caught in her throat as her brother unloaded into her. Her own climax was pulling his seed from his pulsing balls and their mixed release trickled onto the carpet. Mark collapsed onto her, catching himself on his elbows. She wrapped her arms and legs snugly around him and kissed him on the cheek as he recovered.

"Holy shit, Mark! You're a good fuck!"

He laughed at that, making her laugh a little with him before kissing his cheek again. "Damn, I needed that," he said with a sigh as he rolled off of her. They lay silently for a few minutes.

"Any regrets?" she asked him quietly.

"Not yet," he smiled.

"Tomorrow?"

He sighed before answering. "I have no idea."

"Promise me we won't regret this," she asked, propping up on one elbow as she looked down at him.

He looked over at her. "I love you, Nik. I didn't mean for this to happen tonight."

"Me, neither."

"But I enjoyed it, and I still love you." He smiled. "Thank you."

"I enjoyed it, too," she smiled. She looked down at herself and said, "I need to clean up." She stood and noticed her brother looking at her.

"Nice ass," he said.

"Shut up," she laughed, covering it with her hands and turning around to face him.

"No, I'm serious," he said, sitting up.

"It's too big," she laughed.

"It gives a man something to hold onto."

"Tim hardly ever touched it."

"Tim's a shithead."

"He's a breast man," she said, helping her brother off the floor.

"Me, too, but that doesn't mean I don't notice and enjoy other parts."

"Like what?"

"On you?"

"Sure," she smiled.

"Eyes, nose, lips, hair, neck, arms and legs, tits, pussy, toes, hands. . ."

"That's kind of everything," she laughed.

"You're beautiful all over. I would notice your eyes before your tits or ass if we were just meeting."

"Really?" she asked, her head tilted a little.

"Yeah. Is that so hard to believe?"

She shrugged. "I guess. Maybe not. . . I don't know," she giggled.

"Oh, I see! You think guys just see girls as tits or ass attached to a pussy, and can't see the full beauty. You believe what women say about men and not what men say."

She looked at him silently for a moment. "Maybe you're right. I'm sorry."

"No apology necessary," he said with a smile. "There are some jerks out there. A lot, actually, but just because we notice your body, doesn't mean that's ALL we notice. I also know you are smart, funny, sensitive, compassionate, sarcastic, sharp-witted. . . See? You're a REAL person."

"Nice," she laughed, smacking him in the arm. "But thank you."

"Any time. You need to clean up, you said?"

"Yep." She grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the stairs. "So do you."

"What? That's YOU on me. I like to sleep in a woman's scent."

"Oh, really?" she asked, backing down the hallway as she pulled him along. "Maybe you'll get that chance?"

"Oh, yeah?"

"You never know."

She pulled him into the bathroom and turned on the shower. They brushed their teeth as they waited for the water to heat up and as the mirror began to steam, they stepped into the shower. How did Nikki know that her brother appreciated showering with a woman? How could they look so sensual doing normal, everyday things like washing their hair and soaping up? Was she showing off for him? He doubted it because he watched Becky shower a few times without her knowing, and it was exactly the same with her. Her solo ritual was just as sexy as when she showered with him.

"Do my back," she said, interrupting his thought as he watched her wash her hair.

"Yeah, okay," he mumbled, pouring some of her body wash on a washcloth. He gently washed her back in circles, his eyes roaming her body as he lathered her up.

"You have a nice touch," she said over her shoulder. "We should do this more often."

"Fine with me." He worked his hands down further and cleaned her ass. She giggled as he caressed and squeezed it.

"Make sure you're thorough."

He dropped the washcloth onto the shelf and groped her ass freely. Mark ran his fingers through her crack, causing her to moan and push her hips back into his hands. He felt the indentation of her backdoor and pressed gently. Nikki groaned as his fingertip slipped in.

"How's that?" he whispered into her ear. She simply nodded, her eyes closed in pleasure as he moved his fingertip in and out slowly. His other soapy hand came around and cupped her breast, feeling her stiff nipple in his palm. He squeezed her breast before pulling on her nipple. She yelped and shuddered at the jolt it caused. His sister reached behind her and gripped his erection in her tiny hand, tugging it frantically before stepping away from his grasp and his probing finger.

She turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. He again cupped her ass as they made out under the shower stream. She rinsed her hair out quickly and breathed, "I think that's good enough." She turned off the shower and pressed a towel to his chest as she grabbed another one for herself. She was in a big hurry. Mark wasn't about to argue.

She stepped out of the shower before he did, continuing to dry her hair as she walked down the hall to her room. Mark followed her bouncing butt and tossed his towel onto hers when she threw it on the floor. She dropped onto her bed and spread her legs as she pinched a nipple. "Come and get it," she breathed. Her voice and eyes were practically overflowing with lust. He could see her cunt slick with arousal. Sure, it could be water from the shower, but it wasn't. He knew that.

He didn't dive in like she wanted. She followed him with her eyes as he walked around the side of the bed. The disappointment and/or confusion were evident in her eyes as she watched him. About halfway up the bed, he knelt on it and she caught on. She smiled and licked her lips, lying back fully. He straddled her head and leaned forward. She pulled him into her mouth, prompting a pleasurable groan from him. Soon enough, however, her own groan vibrated on his head and shaft when his tongue met her labia. He had always loved the 69, but it had been a long time. The dramatic height difference between him and Becky had prevented it. They had tried early on in their relationship, but not for long. They had resigned themselves to the fact that this would be one of the things they would not be able to do together, but there was plenty they could, and they would focus on and enjoy those things.

Here he was, however, face buried in a delicious pussy while his dick was being sucked into the wet heat of her mouth. He had never even wondered if his sister was a good fuck or a good cocksucker. He assumed she was sexually active, but never wondered what she did specifically; it just never came up. Tonight, however, he was learning all kinds of things that he had never even wondered about. He learned that she was very sexually responsive. He learned that she could deep throat pretty well, and he learned that she tasted amazing.

Nikki blasted his balls with hot air as it escaped her nostrils in puffs. Her orgasm was near. She could imagine the sound of a defribulator charging, the pitch rising higher until all the energy in it was released at once. She jumped at the release, the jarring bolts of fire shooting through her, causing her to practically lose control of her muscles. Her entire body shook and she screamed around the invading penis. She was fortunately rescued when Mark lifted his hips, even as he ate her through the rest of her climax.




Darling Nikki



She collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion. She sighed contentedly and felt Mark kiss her on the lips lightly. She smiled against his kiss and opened her eyes. It was hard to focus for a second, but Mark hovered over her far enough away for her to be able to focus on his smiling face. "You good?" he asked.

"More than."

"You need to rest?"

"Not for long. Help yourself." She pulled him back down for a kiss and he joyfully responded. After a minute of kissing, with his hand traveling over her body, she relaxed into his touch. He nibbled her neck and collarbone, kissed down to her breasts and licked, kissed, and nibbled all around them. Finally his hand cupped her mound again and he applied firm pressure, but no movement, as he sucked on her nipples. Nikki instinctively pressed her hips against his hand, doing the work of seeking her own pleasure against his palm. Her clit was again sending shots to her heart and brain and she couldn't believe how much time her brother spent on her pleasure. Holy shit, he's good at this, she thought.

Again the battery was charged and it released again. She cried out in release, but before she could come back down, Mark grabbed her hips and flipped her over. She squealed in response, but didn't fight him. She knew what he wanted, and she was right. He pulled her hips up and she rose up to rest on her hands and knees. "You gonna fuck me?" she asked through gritted teeth, turning her head to face him. "You gonna fuck your sister and watch her ass as you pound into her?"

"Harder than you've ever been fucked," he warned. Her breath was forced out when he slammed into her with a grunt.

"SHIT!" cried Nikki when her brother impaled her. "Oh, my god, you're deep!"

He withdrew halfway and re-buried himself quickly. He was not frantic, but was quick and steady in his assault. He watched her pussy grip him as he withdrew, her entrance stretched around his shaft. Her backdoor was pink and faded to the pale flesh color of the rest of her, except for the bright pink of her engorged labia. She continued to whimper and wail as he drilled her, her ass making a steady slapping sound against the front of his thighs.

His juices had run down over her crack when he had played with her until she came on his hand, and now that she was bent over in front of him, he could see the glossy sheen of her excitement. He ran the pad of his thumb over her ass and she whimpered at his touch, her back arching when she flinched. He slowed down his thrusting as he pressed gently into her with his thumb. She cooed and looked back as he buried the digit until the thumbnail disappeared. He could feel her grip on his thumb and she felt just a little stretched, but favorably so.

"You're not making plans, are you?" she asked with a sexy smile and one eyebrow raised.

"No." He caressed her along her back and moved slowly in and out of her. "Especially after your little story about it hurting so badly with Tim."

"Like you said, Tim's a shithead. If I was prepped right, who knows? I might like it."

"God, Nik. Don't tease me like that."

She laughed a little, her brother feeling it in her pussy as it gripped his shaft. "You've got your cock buried in my pussy and your thumb in my ass. I don't think 'tease' is an accurate description."

"Point taken," he said, pressing his thumb and cock in deeper. Nikki gasped and cooed at the intrusion. "Tell me, then, do you want me to fuck you in the ass?" Mark picked up the pace, leaving his thumb completely buried while he plowed his full length into her. His sister dropped to her shoulders, her ass still in the air. Her hips began to convulse as she came around her brother's dick and finger.

"Fuck, Nik!" cried Mark. "I'm coming!" He forced himself into her as far as possible and cried out as his seed burst forth into her, splashing against her cervix and walls. Nikki collapsed forward and the rest of Mark's cum exploded out onto her back and ass, the weaker shots landing on the bedspread between her spread legs.

He was surprised when she spun around and took him into her mouth, sucking him clean. She was still excited, he could tell by her fervor as she sucked, licked and stroked him. "What do you say, Mark? Can you go again?"

"If you keep that up, I can!"

"Goody," she snickered before taking him back into her mouth. She turned around so that her hips were pointed back toward his head, sitting on her knees by his side. She continued to work him over and wiggled her hips. "Get me ready," she said before taking him back into her mouth again.

Mark stuck two fingers into her pussy and fucked her a few strokes before pulling them out and smearing their combined juices on her backdoor. He repeated the process a few times, to her delight, before pressing his index finger steadily into her. She cooed around his head and shaft as his finger sank into her back passage. He moved it in and out slowly, making her sigh and whine while she got used to his finger.

"Add another one."

Her brother slid his middle finger into her pussy before withdrawing it and pressing it alongside his index finger, stretching her out as she groaned with a mix of discomfort and pleasure. 

"MMMMmmmm. . ." She took a few deep breaths and tried to relax. She finally let out one long, slow breath. "Wow," she groaned. "I don't know about this, Mark."

"Whatever you want, Nikki." He tried to soothe her with his tone and with the permission not to do this. She was languidly sucking him now, bringing him relaxed pleasure, but not frantic or passionately like she had been doing before. She focused on trying to enjoy the feelings of his fingers in her ass. She definitely noted the difference in the way her brother was treating her from the way Tim had done it. Mark was obviously concerned with making sure Nikki enjoyed it. In fact, she noted, he had not even suggested it, but waited for her to bring it up. They were in silent agreement that if they did anal tonight, it would be on her terms, not his. 

"If we do this, can we stop if it hurts too bad?" she asked.

"Of course." Mark couldn't contain his excitement, even though he was going to be compliant to her needs. "Your ass is so perfect," he whispered. "I want to be inside so badly, but I don't want it enough to hurt you for it."

"You're the reason I want to try it again, Mark. If there's a cock in my ass, I want it to be yours."

Mark groaned at her words, the way she sighed as she said it. She kept sucking and licking him except for when she would let go to speak. Her head and mouth never stopped working and her body relaxed around his fingers. He began to thrust and twist his fingers in his sister's backdoor, trying to get her used to being stretched out. "You got any lube?" he asked. She pointed back to the nightstand and he withdrew his hand so he could open the drawer. She had some toys and lubricant in the top drawer. "I'm going to use a dildo next, okay?"

"Mmhmm," she nodded without letting go of his dick. He poured some of the lube directly on her anal opening, bringing a squeal and giggle. "That's cold," she laughed, and he watched her asshole twitch closed.

"Sorry," he laughed. He reinserted his fingers and she sighed at how much better it felt. He gently pressed the purple dildo into her ass; it was bigger than his fingers, but not as big as his penis. He considered it a good step to getting her ready. She whimpered at first, but quickly sighed as she got used to it. He slid it in and out of her passage, watching the head of the toy expand her entrance every time he withdrew it.

"You keep me lubed up good, and I don't think I'll have any trouble taking you back there," she smiled over her shoulder. She wiggled her ass a little. "In fact," she said, pulling off his fingers, "I'm ready!" She lay down on her stomach.

Mark scrambled to his knees and looked down at his beautiful sister. His cock was dripping with his own excitement and with his sister's spit. "Let me put this under your hips," he said as he grabbed one of her pillows. She lifted her hips and he slid the pillow under her hips so her ass stuck up into the air a little more. He warned her that he was going to add some more lube. She reached back and spread her own cheeks apart so that he could drizzle more lubricant on her wrinkled hole.

Her brother was enamored with her at that moment. Her butt was sticking up a little due to the pillow and her hands held her fleshy globes apart, making her pussy and butthole open a little in response. The pale pink ring dipped in at the center where a small opening awaited the entrance of his turgid member. He straddled her thighs and used the head of his penis to smear the lubricant around her opening. Nikki sighed and shuddered at the smooth, slick touch when it glided over her sensitive areas.

Unable to resist, Mark pressed downward and pushed back into her pussy. "Oh!" she grunted, "That's not my ass!" She was enjoying his unexpected invasion, which was obvious, given her response.

"Just getting a little more lube," he offered, tempted to remain and fuck her through his own release, but he also knew he may never get an offer like this again.

She snickered a little as he glided through her slick passage. "More lube, huh?"

"That's my story and I'm sticking to it." He pulled out and smeared her own lubrication on her asshole. "You ready?"

"So ready," she sighed.

"Okay, try to relax." She nodded as he pressed forward and down into her. She gasped before pushing out against him like she was trying to poop, as one of her friends had described to her after they had begun having anal sex. She was surprised to feel, without much pain, her brother's head expand her opening and sink into her.

"Oh, god," she whimpered. "Wait." He stopped. "Wow," she sighed.

"We don't—"

"I want to!" she argued, cutting him off. "I want this. Just takes some getting used to." Just then she felt some more lube drizzle into her crack and her brother gently massage it around her stretched opening. She liked it. It felt good: relaxing and arousing at once. Gradually, he slid in a little deeper and she groaned, only mildly uncomfortable. "Keep going," she said quietly. "Slowly."

Before long, Mark felt his balls settle against his sister's dripping pussy. "Holy fuck, Nik. That's all of it. You okay?"

"Yeah," she groaned. "Stretched full, burns a little, but it's kind of good."

He leaned down to almost lie on her back, and he kissed her cheek. "Your ass is so tight. I can't believe my dick is buried in you."

That sent a jolt through her. "You feel good," she sighed. "I like having you in me." She rolled her hips a little, her soft cheeks gliding across his skin and his dick stirring her insides.

Mark tingled at her effort. "Damn, Nik, you're so hot!" He withdrew a little and pressed back in smoothly. His sister gasped.

"Whoa. . ."

"That hurt?"

"No," she said with a smile. "It felt good actually." He did it again and her brow furrowed. "Fuck, that's good. It's like I can feel it in my pussy." She began to respond favorably and he took longer and longer strokes, still smooth. Her body began to respond on its own, and his dick was as hard as he could remember it being. "I feel every. . . ridge and vein and. . . [gasp] everything. Shit!" She could feel her orgasm building, surprising her. Mark was moving a little more quickly now, but still nowhere near aggressive.

"I'm getting close, Nik," Mark whispered. He continued to look down at his own shaft, slick and glossy, embraced by his sister's sphincter. He watched as his dick pulled it back and pushed it in while Nikki's painted fingernails dug into her own fleshy cheeks, exposing herself fully to his invading prick.

"Fill my ass up, Mark! Fuck, I can't believe Tim almost robbed me of this! FUCK!" she cried, releasing the pent up electricity in a burst. She cried out into the mattress, her ass clenching around a cock for the first anal orgasm of her life. She felt her pussy and ass spasm together, clenching and releasing, clenching, releasing.

At the same time, Mark's already girthy dick swelled and pulsed, his seed exploding in a flood of heat to rinse her bowels. His sister cried out again, her cries of passion blending with his own growls, a mix of staccato and legato vocalizations melding into a sweet symphony of passion.

Nikki quickly succumbed to the elated exhaustion following her climax and began to snicker in unbridled joy. "Wow," she breathed. She felt her brother's wilting cock slide from her backdoor and felt a thick rivulet of his still-hot semen pour over her pussy lips. Mark practically collapsed beside her, breathing heavily. He turned to look at her with a smile on his face.

"You are one sexy bitch," he laughed, "And a hell of a fuck."

His sister reached over and stroked his cheek with a smile, asking quietly, "Who are you calling a bitch?"

******

As Nikki peeled another waffle out of the waffle iron, Mark smiled at her and poured himself a cup of coffee. He had just ambled in, still looking like he had slept hard. Nikki was having trouble with the waffle because her other hand was holding her phone to her ear.

"It sounds like you had a good time," she said. After a pause, she laughed. "Eew! TMI! I mean, I know you're getting married and I everything, but I don't need to know EVERYthing you do!" She finally pulled the waffle free and set it on a plate. She poured some more batter into the waffle iron and closed it before setting the fresh waffle in front of her brother at the counter. She winked at him and mouthed "Thank you" with a smile.

"Actually, Mark and I went out last night," she told Lila. She mad a sad face at her brother. "Well, you know about me and Tim, but Becky and Mark broke up yesterday, too." Another pause. "I know! Me, too, but it's really complicated. Anyway, since we were both upset, we just went out drinking together and talked it out. . . Well, I didn't have to buy all my own drinks. . . Yes," she said, looking at Mark with a smile. "He was very cute. . . Don't worry, Mark got caught up talking with someone before I left, so he gave me the all-clear."

Mark stopped pouring syrup on his waffle and looked up at his sister, who was eyeing him intently as she spoke with her best friend.

"Oh, yeah, he was a great fuck. Big, passionate. . . I came a LOT. And by the way, that trick Sara told us about? It totally works." Mark could hear Lila laughing and calling his sister a whore. "I'm not a whore! Hey! If Tim had taken his time and worked with me, HE could be the one fucking my ass!" Mark tried to stifle a laugh, but didn't do very well. His sister was laughing quietly at Lila while putting her finger to her lips to shush her brother.

"I don't know. I got home late and haven't had a chance to talk to him about it. Judging by the look on his face this morning, I'd say he got lucky. In his defense, the way she was throwing herself at him, I don't see how he could resist. She was pretty hot."

Mark nodded and Nikki turned her back to him and stuck her ass out, wiggling it. She laughed as she turned back around to look her brother in the eye. "I don't know if I'll see him again. He has my number, but you know how that goes. But if he called and asked, I wouldn't tell him no."

She winked at Mark and he smiled, his groin tingling at the thought.



Darling Nikki



Chapter 1 - The Setup

"I'm going to catch him!" Samantha thought to herself as she looked at her disheveled panty drawer. She now had proof that her roommate, Nick, had been wearing her clothes, but had to catch him in the act. She did a search online for ideas on how to catch him. She looked at cameras, tape recorders, etc... but she knew it wouldn't hold up. Then she thought outside of the box and did a search for the word feminization. Sam saw a boat-load of sites that were exactly what she was looking for. She then saw a link that simply said "Trying to keep him dressed? Is he sneaking out of the clothes you set out for him? Click here and keep him dressed until the whole house is cleaned!"

"Perfect!" she exclaimed as she clicked on the site, it was a store front for clothes that locked together once they were put on, making it impossible to take off without a special key. she browsed for what seemed hours, filling up her virtual shopping cart. Then when she was satisfied, she went to the checkout. 'Holy SHIT!' she thought, 'I'm going to have to save up for this stuff!' She looked at her calendar, "March." she said. "that could work perfectly! I could just say that I'm getting a Halloween costume and he'd be none the wiser!"

Over the next few months she purchased things that were on her list when she could afford them. The last, and most expensive thing, came at the end of September. They were pink patent stiletto 5" heels. Part of the site's "Perfectly Pretty Pink Patent" set. "Finally, everything is purchased... now just to wait for the box to arrive."

Around the middle of October, Sam come home from work as usual, Nick was on the couch playing his video games. "You got another package today... you sure have gotten a lot of packages lately, what is all of that stuff?"

Sam's heart started racing, "I-I got a package? really? where is it? did you open it? who is it from? how...." she was cut off.

"It's by your bedroom door. I dunno what it is, why would I? it's not mine, so I didn't open it." Nick defensively snapped back.

"Sorry, I just wanted to know who it was from, it's probably just the rest of my Halloween costume, it cost a fortune so I had to buy it over time." she replied as she dashed for her bedroom, grabbed the package, and locked the door behind her as she entered. She then began to pull out all of the unopened boxes that she accrued over the last few months. 'Damn these things cost a lot, over $1000 for the whole set!' she finally thought to herself, 'He'll be paying me back for what he did though, this better be worth it.'

Chapter 2 - Baiting the Trap

Samantha began opening all of the boxes and finally seeing what everything looked like altogether. She saw pink bows on everything and wondered how everything "locked" together. She then saw a piece of paper that came with the bustier, the paper read: "Congratulations on your choice to feminize your man! There is only one good man in this world, that's an obedient one. All Black Widow clothing has clasps that are hidden to the naked eye, depending on what color of garment you have selected, there is a corresponding bow, or bows on it. These bows all conceal a small but durable clasp that cannot be taken apart without a key. The key can open every lock on these garments. You should also notice that everything that cannot be concealed by other clothing is very heavily ribbed. This is in the case that your man's friend(s) happen to come over while he is dressed, he cannot simply rip OR CUT the garment off. You paid VERY well for this garment, and we can't have him destroying it!...."

The paper went on to talk about caring for the garments, cleaning and storage. As she set the paper down with a wildly evil grin on her face, she started noticing all of the clasps that the instructions talked about.

"Well Sammy, it's now or never" she whispered to herself as she added the key to the garment to her key ring.

She got undressed and took a shower thinking about how this plan would go. she then added a generous amount of scented body powder so that the latex would slide easily across her skin.

She began to put on the stockings, white seemed stockings with pink trim on top and perfect little pink bows around the top, two bows on each stocking had a clasp one front, the other in back. Then she picked up a very stiff boned bustier with pink bows lining the bottom of it, white lace lined the boning and at the top there was a frilly white lace trim. As she fastened the clasps at the front of the garment she could tell that even these clasps would not come undone without the key. Even though Sam wasn't well endowed for breasts, she still felt the bustier squeeze her B-cup breasts together, giving her a very nice cleavage line. she then grabbed the attached garter straps and clicked them into the clasps in the stockings. She looked in the full length mirror to admire the shape that her body was taking. Then she thought about what Nick would look like in such a ridiculous get-up. Sam snickered to herself and realized that her heart was beating quite heavily, this was turning her on! the thought of feminizing a man was quite arousing!

Sam then picked up the pink satin lined latex panties. There were white lace ruffles on the butt and pink satin bows across the top. Sure enough there were clasps at the top of the panties that connected to the dress she would soon put on. when she slipped them up her legs, she noticed how wet she was becoming from all of this dressing up fun. 'He'll love that!' she thought to herself as she rubbed her hand down the front of the slippery material. Next she grabbed the shoes, remembering the price of these things, the had better hold up to him thrashing around trying to get out of this outfit. she held them up and saw that there was an ankle strap with a pink satin bow on it. "Oh this just gets better and better!" she said almost a little too loud. as she slipped them on her feet she realized that they were a size or two too big for her, although she didn't have tiny feet, Nick's were a little bit bigger. These should do perfectly!

Next, she pulled out the dress, it was ribbed much like the bustier only not nearly as stiff. As she held it up to the mirror she realized that this dress was a cross between a princess and a maid... A sissy maid at that. It was very frilly and poofy. There were poofs on the shoulders and breasts, a slim waistline and very ruffly with petticoats at the bottom. the dress itself was vinyl and had long sleeves that hooked the thumbs at the bottom. (as to disable one from rolling the sleeves up) and underneath she could feel tiny little clasps that lined up perfectly with the clasps on the panties. As she got the dress on and zipped up the back she noticed that there was a choker at the top and a clasp at the back of the neck. She clasped everything together and looked in the mirror. the choker said "Sissy" at the front. "Oh NO!" she gasped, 'If Nick sees that, he'd know something is up!" she then felt around the neck and saw that the word sissy could easily be removed with a key, she did so and looked in the packaging for the dress, where she found a smaller box that had "extras" marked on it. She opened it and found a new piece of paper with a hand written note on it: Interchangeable Tags for your sissy. one is personalized for your pleasure. all of the tags were made from latex and had different words on them, "Sissy" "Sam's Slut" "Slut" "Bitch" "I Love Cock" 

Sam almost burst into tears laughing so hard looking at the "Sam's Slut" tag, wondering how long it would be until Nick would be wearing it. "Bitch will do for now." Sam whispered to herself and attached it to the choker. She was now fully trapped in this outfit and completely unable to take anything off. 

Chapter 3 - Setting the Trap

"Nick?" Samantha called from behind her door.

"What's up Sam?" he replied never looking away from the TV.

"I need you opinion on something." Sam said. "I'm going to a Halloween party next week and I need to know if this thing fits me, can you be honest for once and let me know how I look?"

"Sure, uh, lemme just pause my game." Nick said as he stood up and turned around to see Sam standing there dressed in the absolutely most frilly thing he'd ever seen in his life. "WOW! uh, I-I uh... Geez Sam, y-you look g-g-great!!"

"Really? you aren't just saying that are you?" she smiled and did a turn for her prey. "I really don't know if these panties fit well." she said as she lifted the folds of her petticoats and showed him her lace lined, latex covered, butt.

"Oh my GOD! y-your boyfriend is going to LOVE that!" Nick said, now with his face as red as ever and a not-so-surprising-bulge in the front of his jeans.

"Awesome!" she said. Now almost in a fit of laughter. "I can't wait for the party now!" she then went back into her room and locked the door behind her. she could hear him pacing the floor and whispering things to himself, knowing that he would probably whack off just by seeing the outfit, let alone be trapped in it. Sam then took her keys and unlocked the clasps as she carefully took everything off and hung it up in the front of her closet for easy searching for him. 

Just as she was finishing up, she heard the phone ringing in the living room, Nick answered it. a few moments later, there was a knock on her door, "Kim is on the line, y-you want it or should I take a message?" Nick stammered, obviously still thinking about what he had just seen.

"I'll be out in a sec!" Sam replied as she picked up her satin robe off of the bed and wrapped herself up. 

As she sat down at the dining room table, she began to set up a night out with her friend. Nick's heart began racing as he heard that she would be going out tonight, giving him a chance to check out Sam's new clothes.

Samantha hung up the phone and said "Hey Nick, I'm gonna go out to the club tonight, Kim said she has a friend that you might like, you wanna come along?" 

"Um, nah, I really have to get some things in line for work on Monday, I really shouldn't have even been playing games right now, I'm pretty swamped." was his reply.

'Hmm, he's got the bait, now to set the hook!' she thought. "Come on, Nick. We never go out with our friends anymore, with you working crazy hours and me putting in 60 hours a week, we never get a chance to hang out, let's go have a drink or two... you never know, Kim's friend might be hot!" That might have been a little strong, she thought. He might take me up on that.

"It really sounds tempting." Nick finally replied. "but if I don't get these figures done, I'll be out on my ass for a job, you go on ahead and have fun. Bring me back something to eat if you want, I'll buy that... just call me and tell me where you are going." 

"Ok." Sam sighed, relieved yet wanting to sound a little hurt. "I'll call Kim and tell her you aren't coming."

Chapter 4 - Fly in a Web

About an hour or so later, Sam was at the bar with her friend Kim and another lady named Jessica. Kim was kinda short, even for a woman, at 5'3" but wore 6" heels whenever she could get away with it to seem taller. Jessica was just the opposite at 5'10" but also wore 4" stilettos to enhance her already statuesque legs and butt. They were all wearing club dresses that sparkled in the lights in dazzling blues, reds and greens, but it was all unnecessary as every eye in the club would have been glued to them even if they were wearing shapeless coveralls. "Let's get a drink and talk for a bit." Samantha said as a song had ended and everyone stopped dancing. They walked up to a table back in the corner that was empty and ordered a few cocktails. Kim looked at Sam and said "What are you plotting? you never have that look in your eye unless there is something going on." 

Sam smiled her pearly whites at the two ladies and began to tell them about the dress and how it locks and the trap that she had set for Nick. The more she talked about the situation, the brighter Jessica's face got.

"Are you saying that your roommate is not only a crossdresser, but he snoops in YOUR panties?" Jess said finally.

"I'm afraid so, I'm kinda glad that he didn't come out tonight. That way you didn't have to get mixed up with him. I'm gonna nail him when I get home." Sam said as she took another drink from her rum and soda.

"Actually, that sort of thing sounds like fun. I mean, humiliating a man and make him wear women's clothes." Kim said.

"Oh my GOD, could you imagine if we made him come out to the club dressed like that? He'd get ripped apart by everyone, either straight men who are homophobes or gay men who want to fuck him!" Jess laughed.

The three women started laughing almost uncontrollably when Sam told them about the tags for the choker especially "Sam's Slut". They then decided that they had enough fun at the club for one night and agreed to make Nick's night a very memorable one.

As they exited the club Sam realized that Nick had told her to call him if she was going to pick something up to eat. She hushed the girls as they climbed in Kim's car and dialed Nick's cell number.

"h-h-hello?" Nick's hesitant voice said from the distant end of the line.

"Hey, it's me, just thought I'd let you know that we are leaving the club now, and that we are about to go to Gino's Pizza to get a bite to eat, you want anything from there?" Sam said, in a cheery almost lustful sounding voice.

"uh, I-I... Um... n-no, Uh I d-don't think I'm that h-hungry... I um think I'm coming down with something... I-I don't feel too well." Nick replied.

Sam wickedly smiled and winked at the girls and said "Aww, you poor thing, I'll just come right home and make you some tea, would you like that?" 

"NO!!! uh, I m-might be contageous!!! I uh, don't want to get you sick too!!" Nick exclaimed a little too loud. "I think I'm just gonna go to sleep and try to see if I get better by morning."

"Nonsense! I'm coming home right now to get you better, you know Kim is a nurse, she might be able to fix you right up!" Sam said almost laughing, as she hit the End button on her phone. "He took the bait, Hook, Line and sinker, girls, I think it's time to see my handy work!"

Chapter 5 - A New Surprise

The house was completely dark when the girls entered. Each of them were giggling and wondering where he was.

"Nick? Where are you?" Sam said with a huge ear to ear grin on her face. she walked to the livingroom light switch and flicked it on, as Kim and Jessica sat down on the couch, waiting patiently.

"I-I told you, I d-don't feel well!" Nick croaked from his bedroom, as he let out a few fake coughs.

Sam went to her bedroom turned on the light, she could see that either he had been in here, or a tornado had hit her room. Her desk drawers were completely emptied out, no doubt looking for a key or scissors or a knife. the closet was missing every piece of the outfit that she had purchased and she couldn't help but feel a little giddy, and a little aroused. Sam then went to Nick bedroom door and noticed that he had locked it, this wasn't surprising to her, and she tried to put on her best mad face. "NICK!!! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY ROOM?!?" she could hear him inside his room tussling with the outfit trying desperately to take it off. "If you don't open this door RIGHT NOW, I'm gonna break it down!"

The two girls in the living room looked at her as if she really were mad, when she saw them she smiled and winked at them. A few seconds later, she heard a click at the door handle. he had unlocked the door.

When she opened the door, and walked in, she saw there standing before her a completely embarrased, and completely helpless little sissy, wearing every item that she had purchased. he even clicked the choker closed around his neck with the word BITCH written across it. She couldn't help herself, she started laughing so hard that she almost fell over. Tears were now rolling down her face and she was doubled over in a fit of laughter that she couldn't control. 

Finally, she was able to talk, or at least enough to get her point across. "G-Girls ha ha ha Come... Come look.. ha ha ha ha come look at my little sissy bitch!!!" the words that she just said were like a razor cutting away at his soul. He was helpless, there was nothing he could do. He just crumbled to the floor and began to cry. Tears running down his face just made Sam laugh harder. When the girls come to the door and saw him, they both started laughing at him too which made the entire situation that much worse.

"And to think, I was actually going to try to set you up with Jessica here, ha ha ha, we dodged a big bullet there huh Jess?" Kim said, Face red from laughter.

"I don't think we've had enough fun yet." Jessica said almost as sober as a priest on Sunday. "Let's see what your little sissy bitch can do for us."

Jessica then walked up to Nick and lifted his chin. "Sweetie, please tell me that you realize that this was all a setup to get you to stop sneaking around, stealing Samantha's panties. and seeing that you are dressed like this, you may as well come into the living room with us, we all know what you are wearing now. That part must have been torture. The rest shouldn't be as bad, as long as you do what we tell you to."

Nick opened his bloodshot eyes and gave Jessica a strange look. "You mean, you guys aren't mad?" he croaked.

"Hell yeah I'm mad! I can't trust you around my clothes! you'll wear them all and spunk in them. That's pretty fucking weird, you really are a little sissy slut aren't you?" Sam said matter-of-factly.

"I don't know... I just like the feel of pretty frilly clothes." Nick said. "are you gonna call the police or something, because I'll pay you back for all of this stuff, honest!"

Sam grunted, "Well that's a no brainer, you are currently wearing over $1000 worth of stuff right now... why do you think it took so long to get it all?"

Nick's face ran pale, "are you saying you've known for that long?"

"Yeah, even longer than that, I've known for almost a year now, you little bitch." Sam snapped, "Now get your ass in the living room and start earning your new uniform. From now on, if you aren't at work, you are wearing this, and when you are wearing this, you are to do EVERYTHING I say. If I tell you to eat dog shit, you WILL! Oh, By the way..." she went to her room and came back with a digital camera "Smile bitch!" *CLICK*

"That will look nice on the bulletin board at your office, tears running down your cheeks, got your pretty pink dress and panties on..." Sam started.

"NO! Y-You can't!! please don't do that to me!" Nick exclaimed.

"Relax, you are MY slut now, and if you do what we say, you just might start to like this new life." Sam continued. "By the way, I don't think 'BITCH' suits you, because a bitch would have the power to think and act the way she wanted. We can't have that. Come here, I'll fix that for you." Sam pulled her keys out and stuck the key to Nick's new uniform in the clasps holding the tag on the choker. The tag fell to the floor as Sam pulled out another one and clicked it in it's place. "There, that's much better. See what your mistress did for you?"

Nick turned and his worst fears were confirmed, the tag in the mirror looking back at him said "Sam's Slut". he began to cry again.

Sitting down on the couch, the ladies made him spin and twirl his petticoats as they laughed at him, they began to call him Nikki as Nick was too masculine for him and his name needed proper alteration to fit his new appearance.

He danced, retreived drinks, everything that he was told to do. Finally Jessica couldn't take it anymore. "Aren't you girls getting a little turned-on by this show? I mean I know I am." She said.

"He is just too cute for words, I don't know what's more precious, the clothes he's wearing or the pink blush, eye liner and lipstick we put on him." Sam stated with a smile. "I think he's been fairly good, what do you think?"




Darling Nikki



"I believe you are right, and yes Jess, it is getting me a little hot watching this little sissy slut tease us." Kim said.

Jess started. "I bet the four of us can have a lot of fun together. I just might be able to even up the odds here a little bit. I happen to have a little surprise too." She then stood up with her massive breasts swaying with her every breath, looked deeply at Samantha and Kimberly and began to pull up her club dress. Nick watched as if he were watching a movie in slow motion. The dress creeping up her sensuous legs to the top of her stockings, the black lace that was stretched to the tops of her thighs and held in place by little garters from a belt. Her panties were a black satin thong, she slowly pulled them down watching everyone in the room intently and reached between her legs to retreive a perfectly shaved and circumsized 8 inch cock. Everyone's eyes were glued to the thick monster that just seemed to appear out of nowhere. "Well, now I think the score is even. Two cocks for the price of one... Hmmm, we may have to pop Nikki's cherry tonight."

Samantha stammered finally "It's so beautiful, I've never seen one so big around before!"

Nikki just sat there, wondering if this were some type of optical illusion. He considered himself to be straight. Although, he could see this beautiful woman with such delicate features had a big throbbing cock... it kind of scared him, but mostly it aroused him, and he couldn't figure out why.

"How about you come and get me totally hard, you little sissy slut. Treat me good and maybe I won't hurt your ass later." Jessica purred while Nikki just sat there stunned.

Kim reached under her dress and started to rub herself through her panties and from the looks of it, she was pretty hungry for a cock. Sam saw this and said, "Jessica, that's a great idea, why don't you have Nikki get you started and I'll help out Kim here." Kim had no idea that Sam was into women too, but she welcomed the idea of having Sam's plump moist lips and tongue tickling her clit.

Chapter 6 - Nikki gets hers

Sam pulled her dress off and got between Kim's legs. The musky scent of Kim's juices and sweat filling Sam's nostrils, as she tenderly moved Kim's fingers away and grabbed the waistband of her panties. Sam pulled down the panties slowly as Kim let out a slight moan. Kim's pussy was completely shaved except for a triangle shaped patch of red pubes just above her clit. Sam took a finger and caressed the folds of Kim's sweet pussy as she licked and sucked at her clit.

Meanwhile, Nikki was slowly crawling on all fours toward Jessica still not believing what he was seeing, and quite unsure of what to do with such a big cock.

"Come on Nikki," Jess cooed. "Let me help you with this." as she walked up to Nikki and pulled his head to the head of her now almost fully hard cock. He opened his mouth a little bit and stuck his tongue out. Jess pulled the back of his head closer so the two would meet. His tongue touched the head of the monster and it almost made Jessica jump. "Yesss baby, lick that lollipop". Convinced that he was doing something right, Nikki encircled the cock with his tongue and tasted his first bit of precum. 

Convinced that he really didn't mind what he was doing, he looked deep into Jessica's eyes and opened wide. Jess wasted no time and pulled the back of his head while thrusting her hips forward. As her cock reached the back of his throat he started to gag, but Jess didn't let up, she was now lost in another world, fucking his face almost as hard as she could.

"Take it! that's right you fucking slut, suck that cock like the good little cocksucker you are!" she bellowed. Nick was completely confused, he didn't know if what he was doing made him gay or not, but he was really starting to like it. The thought of a beautiful woman accepting him being a sissy, let alone 3 of them, was almost too much for him to handle. He was now getting better at controlling his breathing between gulps of Jess's meaty cock. 

"Mmm-Hmmm-mmm" Nick started to hum as he was really getting into the moment, remembering that his ex-girlfriend used to hum when she went down on him and made him explode almost instantly. He was now using that knowledge on Jessica. 

"Oh.. oh my... OH-OH-OOOOHHHH!!!!! Oh SHIT, I-I'm gonna cum!!!" Jessica stammered as she held tightly to the back on Nikki's head. He never backed down, he was enjoying the experience, the smell of her sex, the feel of her soft skin in his mouth... and now, the taste of her cum. "YES, YES, YESSSSSS!!!! suck it baby, oh fuuuuuuuuuck...". she was so weak in the knees now that she could only collapse on to the floor next to Nikki's pink sissy clad body. As she laid down on the floor, Nikki moved to her and held her head in his hand, with a smile and a single drop of cum on his lip. she reached up and grabbed his head once more and pulled his lips to hers. She sucked off the remaining cum on his lips and stuck her tongue in his mouth almost expecting more, but got nothing except a deep passionate kiss.

"That was unbelievable!" he said as he broke the kiss. "Does it always taste that good?"

"I think we have a sissy for life, and Jess has a new girlfriend!" Sam laughed as she wiped Kim's juices from her lips. "I wonder what would have happened if you had come out with us tonight Nikki..."



Darling Nikki Pt. 02



Chapter 1 - The Morning After

The next day, Nick awoke thinking it was just a really messed up dream. When he got out of bed and found that Samantha had unlocked and removed the dress, panties and shoes, but everything else was still on, he was pulled right back to reality. He looked in the mirror on his wall and saw that he was standing there in a very tight and rigid, pink and white, vinyl bustier with garters holding up some very girly white seemed stockings with pink bows at the top. He saw the silouette of a 20-something girl looking back at him, all except his hair. It was almost enough to start getting him in the mood when last night's little escapades came rushing back to him.

"Oh shit." Nick thought immediately. "what the hell happened last night, and why didn't Sam get me out of this stuff before bed?" He looked around for his robe but couldn't find it, he put on a pair of boxers, pants and a t-shirt over his sexy lingerie, in case Samantha had not remembered anything from the previous night. as he walked into the kitchen, he found that he was wrong... OH so wrong.

"What the hell are you wearing?!?" Sam asked "I paid a lot of money to have you wear that dress and damn it, you WILL wear it. Don't think just because I took your dress and panties off of you last night that you can dress as you please! I did it so you could pee during the night and not get it all over your new latex panties. I will say that I like the fact that you have,what look like boobs under your shirt, and that you are thinner than before, that bustier was well worth the money. I also like the fact that you still know what you are." She added, as she tapped her throat. Nick knew what that meant, he still had the choker on that said "Sam's Slut" across it.

Nick heard a few snickers from the other side of the kitchen, Kim and Jess were cooking breakfast and remained quiet during the entire encounter. "Doesn't he have heels too, Sam?" Kim asked. "I'm jealous because his legs and ass were so damn cute with those on."

"Make sure you don't get anyhting on the dress either, Nikki" Jess added. "would be a shame to have you ruin our fun before it really started." 

Nick knew he was trapped, there was no way out of this situation, but maybe he could convince them to at least let him out for a little bit. "Sam, don't you think I should at least have a shower? I would hate to ruin your fun"

Sam thought about this for a minute, then finally said, "you are right, you should be able to get cleaned up before the big day we have in store for you. Bring me every stitch of manly clothes you have and put them in the living room."

"But..." Nick started.

"Go, bitch! I'm not repeating myself!" Sam bellowed.

"Ok." Nick saw his chances for escape dwindling away, he brought out all of the drawers from his bureau and dumped them in a pile on the floor and returned the drawer. Next he took all of the hangers in the closet and placed them on the pile. Finally, he took off the clothes that he was wearing and put on the panties from last night to hide his now hardening cock. He then put those on top of that pile of clothes and stood there waiting for Samantha's approval.

"Is that all of them?" Samantha asked as if he were 5 years old and in trouble.

"Y-yes, ma'am" the defeated sissy replied.

"Good Girl. I'm sure the Salvation Army or Goodwill will love your donation." Sam said with a smile.

"What about my work clothes?" Nick blurted, "Those are in that pile too!"

"Don't you worry about that, sweetie. We'll get rid of those nasty boy clothes for you... and get some nice blouses and skirts for work." Jess replied with a devilish grin on her face.

"I guess you still don't realize, you aren't a man anymore." Kim said, "not that you were much of a man before, but at least now, you'll have a reason to wear panties all day long."

"Oh that reminds me, Nikki" Sam added, "If you get fired because of the way you dress, Kim has a friend with Civil Liberties. He'll not only get your job back, you may get a raise out of it... so be bold!"

"This can't be happening." Nick said as a mascara stained tear ran down his face. "I like being a guy, I watch sports, and play racquet ball, and drink beer!"

"Thanks for the tip! we'll have to pick up some sports bras and skirts for you too." Sam said jotting it down "but the beer will have to change to wine, or mixed drinks. Beer is yucky and has too many carbs for a girl like you."

Chapter 2 - Planning For What's Ahead

Just then Sam got up and grabbed Nikki by the arm and led him to his room. "All of this will have to change too, this is too masculine to be your room. You'll have to get a new bed too, that twin size isn't going to be big enough if you expect your boyfriends to come over." also, a nice, fresh coat of paint. that would really make this room sparkle!"

"BOYFRIENDS?!? What the... Why are you doing this to me? I've said I was sorry and that I'll pay you back, please can't I just do that and go back to the way things were?" Nick cried.

"I'm afraid that's no longer your choice, Nikki." Sam turned to her new sissy slave. "Don't you remember what you did last night? You said that your life was nothing compared to this. You wanted this so badly, even after Jessica tried to make you think it over. Jess showed you the pills that she took for months and months to get her body to where it is right now. You just gobbled 3 of them down before she could tell you what they were, then you looked deep into my eyes and said that you were proud to be my little sissy slut."

"I really don't remember any of that, and I'm afraid to ask this now, but what were those pills?" Nikki asked.

"Hormones! you took a 3-day supply of them at once, so if you start feeling like crying uncontrollably or your nipples get tender that's why." Sam stated almost laughing.

Almost as if it were on queue, Nikki started to sob, uncontrollably. Blackened by the mascara, his tears streamed down his face, and onto the pink latex of the bustier he was wearing. "I-I-I don't remember that."

"Well it's a good thing I took lots of pictures then huh?" Sam said with a smile, as she pulled a flash drive out of her pocket and waved it in front of him. "Everything that happened last night is on this. C'mon, I'll show you." Sam grabbed his hand again and pulled him to her bedroom where her laptop computer was.

There were enough pictures to paint a vivid picture in his memory. Posing with Jessica's cock in his mouth smeared with lipstick. There was one with a beer bottle in Nikki's ass and Kim laughing at him. Also, there was one with him laying on the couch passed out in his entire costume on, his dress pulled up, his left hand on his dick and his right thumb in his mouth. He had cum all over his face, he could see it very clearly in the pictures.

"Shit..." he said finally. "There has to be something I can do to get these pictures back from you and to make everything good again between us."

"Everything is fine with me. You decided yesterday that you wanted to be my little sissy slut, and I'm going to hold you to it!" Sam replied. "Jess called an old friend of her's to come over and help you adjust better. I said that I could handle it. You aren't going to make me a liar are you? Because by the way she explained, he doesn't spank you like a normal sissy's training, he fucks you until you beg for him to just beat the hell out of you. By the way you were acting last night with that beer bottle in your ass, I'm betting that's about the only thing that's ever been up there, isn't it?"

"Y-yes... I'm not gay, I don't know why I would do such a thing." Nikki said, fighting back tears.

"HA HA HA! Not gay?!? Are you shitting me?" Sam said, very amused. "From what Jessica said last night, she's never had such a good blowjob. Why don't we refresh your memory a little." as she walked to her bedroom door. "Girls! Could I get a little help in here?"

"Sure, no problem!" was the synchronized response from Kim and Jessica.

Sam reached under the four corners of her bed and produced a length of rope that Nikki could only imagine was tied securely to the frame of the bed. The other two girls entered the room and forced Nikki on his back with his arms and legs in spread eagle fashion. Sam securely tied Nikki's limbs one by one to the ropes, as she explained; "I love to tie up my men for sex, the less they can move, the better. Jess, put that pillow under his head, there you go... have fun, sweetie."

Just as Nikki was understanding what was really going on, he began to fight the ropes. "P-P-Please!! Don't do this! I'm not gay!"

"Bullshit you little sissy bitch!" Jessica hissed, as she climbed up onto his chest and pulled her 8" cock out of her lacy red panties and slapped him on the face with it. Kim and Sam were laughing hystarically because he again was helpless and about to suck a fat cock.

"Give it to him Jess, make him remember what he did last night." Kim said with a devilish grin on her face. 

Jessica rubbed his lips with the head of her massive member but he wouldn't open his mouth. "You'd better just open up and take your medicine, you'd hate if Charlie had to come over and have his way with you. You'd BEG for my cock then. He's at least 11" and isn't gentle with it."

A single tear rolled down his cheek again as he reluctantly opened his mouth to accept the monster that was waiting there. Just as he opened Jessica rammed her cock to the back of his mouth and made him gag a little. She didn't back down though, she started thrusting her hips and held the back of his head as she fucked his face again. Moans of sheer delight and pleasure escaped Jessica's mouth as she looked down between her 36C breasts at the sissy sucking on her cock.

Just then, Kim noticed something. Nikki's panties were starting to develop a bulge in the front. "My, my, my. For such a straight man, you sure do have a nice little hard-on growing from sucking that cock. Sam, do you think I could have a little taste of a your little sissy's clitty?"

"MMM, By all means, hun. I'll be right there." Sam said as she walked to her closet and began looking for a something.

As she climbed onto the bed, Kim noticed that she couldn't pull the latex material down because Nikki's panties were snapped securely to the frilly vinyl bustier. That didn't stop her though. She reached in a leg hole and pulled his semi-hard 7" cock out, and licked the tip. Just as she did, she felt another tongue licking her wet pussy. Samantha was standing directly behind Kim with a double headed strap-on dildo and began to push it into Kim's moist box. Kim never looked up to see what Sam was doing as she was engulfed on Nikki's sweet sissy cock.

Sam began to move in rythym to the movements that Jessica was causing. The only sounds that were heard were Jessica moaning with pleasure, as Nikki began to suck harder on the sweet cock that was forced in his mouth. Jessica began to tense up a little, then slowed down as to savor the moment as long as possible. Nikki picked up on these feelings and opened his mouth wide to swirl his tongue around her shaft. Sam was now deep in a rythym fucking Kim. It seemed to be pushing Kim into a deep orgasm, at which point she began to moan while Nikki's cock was in her mouth. With Kim orgasming, the smell of sex in the air, the sweet smell of Jessica's musk and pre-cum, and not to mention the fact that Kim was now sucking harder and moaning on his cock, began to push the sissy into a deep and powerful orgasm of his own. Jessica couldnt hold on anymore and shoved her cock deep into Nikki's throat as Nikki began to scream in ecstacy, causing her to erupt into a volcano of cum into Nikki's mouth. Nikki had already squirted his sissy juice into the ever waiting mouth of Kim, who was now kissing and sharing it with Sam. 

Chapter 3 - New Emotions

Jessica got off of Nikki's chest and began to kiss him. Tasting her own cum on his lips and tongue and realizing that Nikki was again crying. "What's wrong Nikki? Didn't you like the taste of my cum?" Jessica asked in a whisper.

"I... did." Nikki sobbed. "I really did like it. I thought I was so straight. The idea of sucking dicks never turned me on. What the hell is wrong with me?"

Jess untied his hands and held him tightly against her breasts. "It's ok, Nikki. It's the hormones you took last night. They are starting to take effect and it's making you feel things you never would have before."

"But I don't want to be a fag." Nikki replied.

"HA HA, could have fooled me, sissy boi. Judging by the way you are acting, all three pills are kicking in at once. I'm not going to let you take another one today. If you take another one today, tomorrow's emotions will just be worse. We can't have our little sissy slave depressed." Jessica said as she broke the loving embrace and stood up. Nikki's eyes were glued to her cock. The way it swayed with her body's every move. He loved it, and already wanted it in his mouth again. Jessica saw this and smiled. "Soon enough sweetie, first we all need to eat breakfast, take showers and get ready, you've got some shopping to do today!"

Chapter 4 - Nikki's New Wardrobe

After breakfast, the four girls cleaned the kitchen and parted ways to get ready for the day ahead. Samantha took Nikki into her bedroom again to get him ready.

"Ok, my little sissy slut," Samantha began, "We've got to figure out what to do with your hair. It's too short to be anything close to a woman's sytle, you'll have to wear a wig until yours grows in."

"A wig?!" Nikki protested.

"Yes, a wig!" Sam snapped, "I have a few of them in my closet, we'll see which one fits you the best. From the way it looks, I think you are going to be blonde for a while. Just until your real hair grows in enough to do something with."

"But what about work? Everyone will..." Nikki was cut off.

"I don't give a shit about anyone at your work place. You are mine, and you'll do as I say, or I'll have Charlie come over and let him fuck you with his big black cock." Sam bellowed. "If they give you problems at work, you let me know and we'll take care of it."

"Yes Ma'am." Nikki replied, defeated.

"Good girl, now, go online and look up some new shoes. We have to find ones that will fit your feet. Kim and Jess are out picking up some new clothes for you to wear. Oh and by the way, you should know that you wear a size 6 dress, incase you find a cute little sissy dress that you might want. Also, you better not buy any 'unisex' clothes. If I see anything that would look normal on a man or a woman, I'm going to call Charlie."

"What about if I want to go work out?" Nikki inquired.

"That's simple, a sports bra and an athletic skirt. or just an athletic dress. Adidas and Nike both make really cute ones. You might want to go check those out too." Sam replied.

"Well... if I want to do free weight training or something like that, my muscles..." Nikki was cut off.

"...won't grow that big anymore. Those hormones are essentially estrogen, with some improvements. Great for building big boobs, not pecs." Sam said with a smile. "And if I have my way, you are going to have at least a D-cup. I want you to have a 38-24-36 figure. There's nothing hotter than a sexy woman with a hard cock. That also reminds me, we have to get you some more bustiers if you are going to have a 24 inch waist."

"Wait, what?!?" Nikki said, stunned. "I don't want to change my body into a woman's body! I like my body! Why don't I have any say in this?"

Sam turned to her sissy and smiled "Because sweetie, you gave me the best present anyone has ever given me last night... you gave me your body, mind and soul. It's all on tape too, just incase you forgot that."

Now completely feeling defeated and embarrassed, Nikki finally knew that there was absolutely no escaping or going back to his original self. The mere thought of watching any type of sports on TV or live in person seemed like a distant dream, the thought of having a guy's night out was now impossible, unless it was to a gay bar. Instead of reading Maxim and Men's Health magazines, he'd learn to love Cosmopolitan and Redbook.

With a sigh of defeat and tears rolling down his face, Nikki looked up at Samantha and decided he'd play along, as long as he wouldn't get hurt, "What kind of make-up would look good on me for work?" 

"Let's not worry about your job for a few days, why don't you call in and say that you have a family emergency. That should buy you a couple of weeks to get a good start on the transition." Sam replied.

to be continued...

**Author's Note** Feedback is great, I've put a few ideas in my story that others have mentioned to me that they would like to see. I welcome these ideas! if you have a good idea for something you would like Nikki to experience, let me know, I'd love to put it in my story.