9 comments/ 114221 views/ 19 favorites A Hot Night in Paris Ch. 01 By: nylondad My name is Danny Maxwell. I had just turned twenty-one. I had just graduated from college with a degree in computer science. I had hopes of doing something in the computer field. I was weighing my options. I am the younger of two children. I have a sister Helen and she had just celebrated her twenty-fifth birthday. I was living at home with my parents. Helen was a French teacher in a local high school and she lived with us as well to save money for (what she thought was an eventual wedding). I had dated some but was not involved in a regular relationship. I was not overly experienced with regard to sex. The times that I did have were extremely intense. I had some interesting experiences both with another guy (my cousin Jimmy) as well as the mother of my best friend. Both of these experiences involved the wearing of stockings. I stand a little over six feet in height and weigh one hundred and seventy pounds. I have medium brown hair and brown eyes. I was never a jock but I have always been considered to be a great dancer as I took lessons for years. My sister Helen stands five feet eight inches in height and weighs about one hundred and twenty pounds. She has long brown hair that she streaks with blond and she has the most sparkling medium brown eyes. Her teeth were white and straight. She always displayed them with her beautiful smile. She is fair skinned. She has the longest legs known to mankind but for the most part keeps them under wraps. She is not big breasted. She dresses on the conservative side as she is a high school teacher. The male teachers in her school often passed comments about her beautiful figure. They were often flirtatious and they also wondered what those long legs would look like in a short skirt. Helen is not a player. She had been dating a guy named Bradley Jenkins. He preferred "Brad." As Helen was conservative and caring, Brad was self centered and somewhat wild. His parents owned a construction company that built custom built homes. Brad was an only child. After graduating college (he barely made it), his parents gave him a new Porsche as a gift. He was never serious about anything. Some people said he looked like the twin of John K. Kennedy Jr. Brad never had to work for attention from women. He was always being called at home or work from both single and married women. The secretaries at his family business would not so silently lust after him. He met Helen Maxwell at the wedding of a friend. She was different to him. He thought he had made all the right moves to get her attention but she paid little attention to him. This got Brad's juices going as she was "untouchable." Brad found out where Helen lived and started to call her. After a while his charms started to work. She thought he was pretentious but so good looking that she could not resist. It did take three months for Brad to get a date with Helen and another three months to get her into bed. Helen Maxwell was not overly experienced in the sex department. She had some (but not a lot) of experiences starting in college. She was not especially in touch with her own sexuality. She was not an easy mark for men. She was first of all a serious student. She was career oriented. She was always centered on her future. In her life she had only had orgasms that were self induced. She never had one with Brad or in any other relationship. He would never want to satisfy her orally, yet he expected to have her suck his loads out of him while they were in bed at his condominium. When they did engage in sex she always insisted on a condom except when she sucked him. As soon as he was satisfied he would usually want to go to sleep. I would wonder why Helen wanted to spend any time with Brad. I guess it was one of those things that occur with women in that as soon as they become intimate, the nesting instinct takes over and all obvious flaws are overlooked. I could sometimes hear her crying in her room. She never wanted to discuss why she was upset. I was sure it was about Brad. As kids we were close. She was my "big sister" and she always looked out for me. As she started to grow into a woman I did notice her especially when she would dress up. She wore stylishly hot dresses or skirts with pantyhose or (as I found out nylons with a garter belt) stockings. She always dressed conservatively in school but when she went out she was more stylish. I would never leer at her but would look at her legs when I thought she did not notice. Invariably she would notice. She would laugh at me and tell me that I was her "fetish boy." She never humiliated me but rather did it as a joke. In both our family and that of the Jenkins family there was a belief that Helen and Brad would someday marry. I think Helen believed it but I was never convinced that Brad believed it. He gave the term "self-involved" new meaning. My sister had been teaching for three years when she decided to take a one semester course in French literature in Paris, France. She was able to take a leave of absence from being a teacher. I think that this was a strategy to get Brad moving in the marriage department. Maybe going to Paris would make him jealous. Perhaps he would think about a mysterious man taking her and he would actually worry. Before leaving she told me that Brad promised to visit her. She also said that, "Maybe Brad would want to become engaged when he comes to Paris." She would say, "Imagine getting engaged in Paris!" I had my doubts. She promised to e-mail me after she settled in to the apartment she was going to rent. About one week after Helen had left she e-mailed me. She said that Paris was beautiful. We started to e-mail each other nearly everyday. As the weeks went by she started to sound sad especially with respect to Brad. He e-mails were long. She asked me if I knew anything about what Brad might be doing. I did not. Evidently he said to her in a phone conversation that he was not sure if he would be able to travel to Paris to see her and after that conversation he stopped e-mailing her. She tried calling him. He did speak to her. He said he was "too busy" and would keep the conversations brief. As time passed she sounded frantic and really upset. I called her one morning and she cried on the phone. She said she was convinced that Brad did not love her. She said, "I feel stuck in Paris and I feel alone." I asked her if she wanted company. She said she would "love me forever" if I would visit her. I had money saved up and I had time on my hands. I made a flight reservation and flew to Paris arriving two weeks later. She had taught me the basics of French and how to get a cab at the airport in Paris and she provided me with her address via e-mail that I printed and gave to the cab driver. I arrived on a cold and damp overcast Tuesday morning after the six and a half hour flight. The cab ride to Helen's apartment took about forty minutes. She was living in a section of Paris called the Latin Quarter. It was not far from a famous cathedral called Notre Dame. The address was a three story building on a side street. I paid the driver and rang the doorbell for apartment number three. About thirty seconds later Helen opened the door and let out a shriek. She hugged me and kissed me and hugged me again. We walked up to her apartment which consisted of a small dining room-living room combination and one bedroom with a fairly large bathroom. There was a large couch (my bed) and a coffee table as well as a small table with two chairs. There was a refrigerator and a stove. Helen had made the apartment cozy. I unpacked my luggage. We talked and I told her that I had been up all night and I did not sleep on the plane so she took me to a place down the street where I had a coffee and a roll and just started to unwind and take in the city. Paris was exactly as Helen had described it. Paris was to me like a mysterious woman. She could be gray and colorless and yet bright and alive. In the neighborhood where the apartment was located there was a lot of bicycle, motor and pedestrian traffic. There were a lot of young people who attended the universities. As we had coffee Helen talked about Brad and I listened. She looked pale and sad. Her hair was stringy and appeared to be unwashed as if she did not care about her appearance. She looked like she had lost some weight. She said school was "okay." She sounded like she had lost her spirit. She said, "I feel so ugly." I told her, "That is such bullshit, you are fucking gorgeous!" She hugged me and smiled. We spent the next several days together in Paris. When she was not in class we would take side trips out of the city to historical areas. Her mood started to change and those beautiful eyes started to sparkle. She mentioned Brad less and less. She started to pay attention to her appearance. One day while walking to a museum called the Louvre, she suddenly stopped and asked me, "When we walk together would you hold hands with me"? I said I would. We walked together that day and held hands. It seemed so natural at the time. She said that she always noticed how many couples in Paris would hold hands and often were seen kissing and she said she missed the intimacy of a relationship. She said she missed being held and being kissed. One evening I told Helen that I wanted to take her out for a special dinner. I told her that cost was not the object. She found a restaurant on what is called the Right Bank that she said was very popular and so she made the reservation. She did not have class the next day. She said she wanted to "dress-up." When I heard her say that my cock twitched. I had brought a sport coat, a new dress shirt as well as slacks and a pair of dress shoes to Paris for just such an occasion. I had taken my shower first and waited for Helen. I was sitting on my bed (couch) watching CNN on television. Helen came out of her room. I was not prepared. She had on a green turtleneck sweater, with a beige skirt that came to her knee with very high heels in brown that had an ankle strap on them. She was wearing beige stockings. She wore more makeup than I had ever seen before. Her hair was on her shoulders and pulled from her face. She had on red lipstick that contrasted with her beautiful smile highlighted by her white teeth. She had large hoop earrings. She looked spectacular to say the least. She wore a beige woolen coat that came to the hem of her skirt. The restaurant required that we take the Metro (subway) and the trip took about fifteen minutes. We held hands as we walked to the subway. She purchased the tokens as she can speak French. She sat and I stood on the subway since it was crowded. Her legs were crossed and I could smell her perfume as I looked at her. I started to get hard. She glanced up at me and her eyes twinkled as she smiled. We arrived at the restaurant and the Maitre'd said our name as "Maxwell for a party of two." The restaurant was crowded. Everyone was dressed well. The restaurant décor was classy and not overdone. The tables were set with exquisite linens and crystal glasses. We had red wine with our meal. In France there is no rush through the experience of dining. The appetizers are brought out and then there is a lull. As a result we were in the restaurant over two hours. We sat at a table that enabled us to sit side by side. I had never seen Helen look so beautiful in my life. I felt excited to be with her. We ate, talked and laughed. I felt more like a date than a brother. We reminisced about some of our common experiences. She mentioned that she knew that our cousin Jimmy had always been checking out her legs especially at a wedding that we had attended years earlier. She had been there with Brad and she danced a lot at that wedding. Jimmy and I had really gotten an eyeful when she would sit and cross and uncross her legs. She said she also knew that I had been checking them out as well. I evidently blushed as she started to laugh at her "fetish boy." She said she knew what we were up to and deliberately gave us a "little show." I realized now that she liked the attention. During our dinner Helen leaned towards me to whisper a comment about another patron. I leaned towards her and our lips were close as she spoke. For no apparent reason she kissed me. She lingered with the kiss for a moment. I asked her "What was that for?" She said, "Because I felt like it and anyway I want to feel a man's lips against mine." My heart skipped a beat. I ordered more wine and we sat and sipped and laughed and talked. As we spoke our hands would touch. After a point in time our hands became intertwined. Her eyes sparkled more as the wine seemed to have an effect on her. She would lean into me when speaking. I was aware of it but it seemed so natural. We were now holding hands at the table. She placed my right hand on her knee. She said, "I want to make my fetish boy happy." "She said "I know you have wanted to touch my legs since I came out of the bathroom." The tablecloth hid what was going on from other patrons. I was subtle as I let my hand linger on her legs. I wanted to let my hand drift upward but did not. Helen did not seem to mind. In fact she said, "I liked the warmness of his hand on my legs." We had coffee and an after dinner drink The waiter said something (in French) to Helen. He did so as he brought the check. Her face flushed. I asked her what he said and she told me that she couln't tell me at that moment. I paid with my credit card. Helen then told me that the waiter had asked, "Are the lovers ready for the check?" When she told me my face suddenly felt hot. I signed the check and we walked out of the restaurant. On the way back to the apartment we walked and talked. There were lovers holding hands and kissing virtually on every street. I wanted to be a part of what was going on. I wanted to kiss and be kissed and to hold and be held. Helen felt a sense of caring when she was with Danny. He would listen to her when she spoke. His caring for her was evident in the way he looked at her. Helen wanted what many women wanted. Intimacy coupled with caring, passion and trust was on her priority list. She had experienced passion in her life but never had been able to connect with the other three vital components. That is until now. I placed my arm around Helen. She hugged me. I told her I had wanted to do something. She said, "What is it?" She stopped walking and looked at me. I told her I wanted to put my arms around her and hold her. She smiled and reached out to me. We held each other. My face was against hers. It felt warm. Her perfume was intoxicating. I kissed the side of her face and near her lips lightly. She turned her head slightly and smiled and kissed me on my lips in return. The kiss was not an explosive event but it was warm. Part of me wanted to feel her tongue. Something was happening. I did not know what. We stopped our kiss and our hug and started to walk. Helen said to herself, "Is it wrong to want Danny?" She could not provide herself with an answer. His lips and mouth are so perfect for kissing. She wondered what his tongue felt like. Two blocks from Helen's apartment I saw a flower vendor. I purchased a bouquet of flowers and gave the bouquet to Helen. She initially said nothing. Her cheeks filled with color. She got tears in her eyes. She pulled me close to her and while holding the flowers with one hand she reached for my face with her other hand and kissed me. It happened. My mouth opened slightly and in came the tip of her tongue. I pushed back with my tongue and we now were slowly kissing and exploring each other's mouths. We must have been standing and kissing for a few minutes. We kissed each other's face and eyes and then back to our mouths. It was the most passionate kissing of my life. After several minutes we continued our walk towards the apartment. We did not speak after the kiss until we arrived back at the apartment entrance. We kissed as she put the key into the apartment door and we stood and kissed after we entered the apartment. She went to the bathroom to freshen up. My brain was rattled. Then I started to think (and wonder) where this was going. I wondered where this could go. I was concerned and also excited. It was so wrong yet felt so right. Helen entered the bathroom and wondered what was happening. For the first time recent memory she did not give any thought to Brad. She worried about what might happen. She knew her passion candle had been lit on many different levels. She was more excited and alive than she ever remembered. She was so fearful and so yet alive at the same time. Helen found Danny irresistible. He was better than any best friend. In some ways he was so good he was scary. He was everything. He looked, felt and sounded great. She thought to herself maybe it was because she was so vulnerable. However there were parts of Danny that she had always wanted in a man. Danny was such a caring guy and so sensitive. He had the greatest sense of humor and often had her laughing uncontrollably. He could mimic and make his voice sound like cartoon characters or famous people. Yet his humor was never derogatory or was it ever hurtful. He was often self-deprecating. He was unselfish. He was passionate. She knew that what she was thinking was so forbidden. She admitted to herself that she wanted Danny. The very thought as she said it to herself was in itself liberating and yet so frightful. Danny was everything that Brad was not. She knew that even kissing Danny like she did was wrong. She did have a sense of guilt that was repressed by pure animal instincts. He could kiss better than any guy she had ever known going back to her early teens. When they kissed she actually became dizzy. His was like a girl's first kiss. Danny's thoughts were like scattershot. He was all over the place both physically and emotionally. His mind was a jigsaw puzzle of emotions. She DID place his hand on her legs. That coupled with her words, her body language and the hot kissing were short circuiting his logic. He tried to be objective. However all of his nerve endings were screaming out for relief. She had that face, those kisses, those eyes, that smile and those LEGS. Yet she was his sister. It should never have gone this far yet his heart and her body were in turmoil. Helen knew Danny was attracted to her and not in the juvenile ways she perceived him to be in his teens. She admitted it to herself. There was something exciting about his "fetish". He looked like he had died and gone to heaven when she had placed his hand on her legs in the restaurant. She felt so feminine around him. She removed her underwear in the bathroom and left on her stockings. She also had applied a fresh coat of lipstick. I was sitting on the couch. She sat next to me. She crossed her legs so that the hem of her skirt was pulled up. I had a great view of her legs if I wanted one. I caught a glimpse of a stocking top so she had worn a garter belt. I tried to be cool as I was not sure what would happen next. Helen got up and lit a few candles. I watched her walk around the room. She put on some soft music. She made the rest of the apartment dark. A window was open and the sounds of the city could be heard in the background. There were horns beeping, people yelling and traffic moving about. She asked me if I wanted anything to drink and I asked for a beer. She had a bottle of Heineken. There was only one left so we shared it taking sips out of the bottle after she sat next to me again. I reached for and held Helen's left hand. I looked at her and she was in deep thought. I asked her "A penny for your thoughts?" She responded by saying that, "She wished that was going on would last forever." A Hot Night in Paris Ch. 01 I said, "We will always know each other." She said, "Like it has been?" That I could not answer. She asked me "What do you want?" I thought for a moment. I had trouble saying it but I did. I said "You." She responded, "You can have me." I put the bottle of beer down and reached for her. We kissed. There was a different feeling with this kiss as opposed to the others. I heard a low moan from her. She pressed her body against mine. I could sense her passion while I tied to keep mine in check. I reached under the hem of her skirt and lightly touched her knees. She opened her legs for easier access. I let my hand drift upward and felt her garter belt. Her thighs were damp just above her stocking tops. She reached over with her hands and pushed and rubbed against my cock. I touched her breasts. She took off her sweater and bra. I took off my shirt. Her breasts felt so warm against my chest. She licked my chest and tickled my neck with little kisses. I stopped the kisses and got on my knees on the floor. I wanted to get her skirt off. She hesitated for a moment and then took it off. She did not have any panties on her. Her skin was so smooth that it seemed to glisten.. She was sitting on the couch now naked from the waist down with the exception of a red garter belt and her stockings. I could see a little of her pussy. She had such a tiny waist. I pulled her close to the edge of the couch and as she did so I got a good look at her pussy. She was nearly completely shaved. She was shaking. She said she was nervous. I had her sit back. I took off her shoes and caressed her feet making her squeal as she is ticklish. I kissed her toes and the arches of her feet. I kissed up from her feet stopping at her calves, knees, and thighs. I took my time. I rubbed her legs. As I approached her pussy she spread her legs wider. I opened her pussy lips with my fingers. I pulled her even closer to the edge of the couch. Her legs were around my head as I tasted the forbidden fruit. She wrapped her legs around my head and squeezed. She oozed. She moaned. She pushed against my face. I tried to get all of my tongue into her pussy and retrieve all of her juices. She had an endless supply. I put my tongue into her at different angles. Her juices and my saliva made my face soaked. I never wanted this to end. I licked and sometimes sucked on her. I would focus on her clit and then push her up at an angle so that I could enter her pussy with my tongue. I sucked and licked and plundered. I stroked her lips with my moistened fingers as I sucked on her pussy and soaked in her juices. I guessed that I was doing this for at least for a half hour. I could have continued for at least a year or more. However it was not to be. There was a moment in time when she said "Don't stop!" I responded by placing her clit between my lips and sucking at the same time placing one of my fingers and pushing it to her "G" spot. What had been a steady flow of juices coming out of Helen now became a sudden and delicious flood. I was drinking nectar from the forbidden fruit. Helen screamed out, "I want this forever!" For the first time in her life she was going to have an orgasm that was not caused by her own ministrations. It was more like a moving train that was coursing through her being. She did not have one orgasm. There must have been a dozen that came in waves. Her pelvic thrusts were driving her core into her brother's face. He did not seem to mind and she could hear and feel him lapping up her pussy juice as he stroked her nylon covered legs. He caressed her legs and then kissed them. Each kiss to her legs caused another mini cum. She was coming from her core. The waves stopped. Helen noticed that Danny's face was visibly wet with her juices. Helen also noticed that he had a wild look in his eyes. I took off my pants and underwear and for the first time Helen saw my cock. She said, "It is longer and thicker than I imagined." I did not know whether she was trying to build up my confidence or not but I could not have been harder. She then said, "The head is so wide!" I flexed my cock muscle and made it bob up and down at the same time making like a strong man and flexing my arms. She giggled. She said, "Even now that I am going to suck you, you are making me laugh." That was her Danny. She pulled on my cock with her hands. She examined it and ran her nails lightly over it. She placed the head into her mouth and looked at me. I was looking at her mouth and also at her legs which were spread open with the garters pulling the tops of her stockings. She started to suck. She wanted him. She wanted to taste, have and swallow her brother's come. She held his large balls that had been lower when she started but now had started to rise. She would hold them lightly in her one hand while guiding his cock as far as was possible into her mouth. The mouth of a woman that had shared the same womb with me was sucking me and caressing my legs. She would push a considerable portion of my cock into her mouth and then as she pulled her mouth back on it her tongue was busy under the head. My cock was covered with her saliva and my pre-cum. I wondered to myself if I was falling in love with my sister. Danny said to himself, "Helen had been a wounded bird when I arrived in Paris. Now she is a delicate (and very passionate) swan". I was ready to come. Helen seemed to sense it knew when I started to buck. She held on to me For Helen when Danny came it was with a ferocity that she had never experienced before. She said to herself "No one has ever come for me like this in my life." His spurts seemed to last a few seconds each time. Her very being was flooded with his come. As quickly as she swallowed he would replenish and blast another load. After several seconds the spurting stopped. She kept him in her mouth for a while cleaning and squeezing out the last drops of her brother's come. Danny noticed that here was very little of her lipstick left on her mouth. Some of it was on his mouth and some on his cock. Helen was cleaning her teeth and little areas of her mouth (with her tongue) where Danny's come had accumulated. She thought to herself, "I definitely want this again." At this time she had no regrets. She had her first orgasm with another person. Her partner in crime was the best kisser she had ever experienced. This was the way love is supposed to be. Any negative thoughts were blocked them out and she focused on her needs and her feelings. I thought and believed that Helen was the sexiest woman I had ever known. I knew she was my sister and I was trying to put what was going on into any type of perspective. I thought to myself, "We can stop anytime we want". That was a lie. I sat on the sofa. Helen put her arms around me and we ended up on the sofa with me on my back and she laying next to and on me. We looked at each other. We smiled at each other. The music still played. The candles had burned down some. There seemed to be less noise coming from the street. Helen was on her back and she was looking at her legs. She raised them and lowered them and crossed them and uncrossed them. I ran my hands against them. Helen started to rub her legs against mine and also my cock. I was ready for more. Helen kissed me. I could taste my come when I kissed her. She got me on my back and told me not to move. She put my cock (now hard again) in her mouth and sucked on it for a moment. She then lowered her pussy on to me. It is difficult to describe the feelings I had at that moment. From a physical viewpoint it was the tightest and wettest pussy I had ever been near no less inside. That coupled with the fact that the pussy belonged to my drop dead gorgeous sexy and wanton sister was tough to top. It was a little weird. This woman I had known all my life was lowering her pussy onto my cock. It was my sister. She started to ride me gently at we got used to each other. She smiled and her face was flushed. She would breathe with her mouth open at times and then catch her breath and close it. She took her time riding me. I held her waist as she rode up and down. I caressed her breasts and sucked on her nipples. Her breasts were average in size but her nipples were long. Her breathing would change a depending on how much attention was being paid to them. We would stop to kiss for a few moments and then it was back to her riding me. She rode up and down and then side to side and then she would just sit on it buried in her pussy while we kissed and held each other. We talked and on occasion she would giggle and then we would start up again. She would face me and then get on my cock facing away from me and ride me. I preferred having her face me so I could suck on her breasts. On occasion we fucked and on occasion we made love. I pushed up and made sure that I was in up to my balls. My cock was being pulled into and out of a hot soupy bath. She winced a few times as I was able to reach bottom so I eased on my thrusts. She said to me, "Tell me when you are ready to come." I nodded to her. I did not have a condom on at the time. She had told me in an earlier conversation that she was not on the pill. I assumed she wanted me to pull out when I was ready to come. I was able to last a while since my first come was so intense. She would ride me as we looked at each other and caressed and kissed. I would try to think about something else for a moment so I could delay the inevitable. During one of her nipple's visits to my mouth I said, "I would live to suck milk out of your breasts someday." Almost immediately she bucked and screamed, "I am coming again!" Her mouth was open and I saw her expression as she came. She appeared for a moment to be in agony. She spoke and moaned at the same time out to me, "I love you." I could feel her pussy walls contracting around my cock. I pushed in and out and then in again. I was ready to come but she held her pussy down on me. I did not know what to do. I thought for a moment about throwing her off but I didn't. I knew that I should pull out but I decided that I did not want to. She pushed down on me harder and held my cock and as I unloaded and spurted my seed, three, four, five times deep into her womb. I yelled out, "I love you too baby!" It was one of (many) Hot Nights in Paris. A Hot Night in Paris Ch. 02 The next morning I was awakened by the loud horn of a police vehicle that was driving by. I did not open my eyes for a few moments but rather thought and felt about what had transpired only hours earlier. I felt uncomfortable yet content, confused yet sure of myself. I wondered to myself what mechanism had been put into place to have caused the total explosion of passion and lust between Helen and me. I had slept alone on the couch in the living room. I assume that Helen was in her bed as I remember that she had told me that there were no classes for the day. I wondered if she had been awake at any time during the night and if she had been what she was thinking about. After we made love we said little to each other and she went to the bedroom and shut the door. I stayed up for a while and sat near one of the windows and stared outside and daydreamed. I replayed what had occurred again and again and found myself getting aroused as I stared at the nearly empty and dark streets. I finally went to bed very late and now I was up and pondering the events of the previous night. I was aware that we had crossed a line into very dangerous territory. There was a feeling of regret and dread on my part. I did not want to spend the rest of my life in a vacuum without feelings. I heard a noise and Helen opened the bedroom door and walked into the living room. She smiled as she walked over to me and held out her arms as she approached me. She said, "Good morning." She then kissed the side of my face and gave me a huge hug. I responded by saying, "Bon Jour!" I think that means good morning. (This caused her to giggle.) She then said, "Are you hungry?" I said, "I am as hungry as a bear." She then asked, "What do bears eat when they are hungry?" I responded by saying, "Bears eat honey and do you have any honey that I can eat?" Her face flushed slightly and she then laughed and said, "You can eat some honey later but how about a croissant and some coffee for now?" Her response caused my negative previous thoughts to evaporate. We walked to the local boulangerie (bakery) for a coffee and a croissant. She wore a pair of worn jeans and a sweater. On her feet she wore a pair of dress boots with a heel. She had no makeup on and had pulled her hair into a ponytail. She looked a different type of spectacular from the night before. I had a pair of jeans, sneakers and a sweatshirt. As we left the apartment building we automatically held hands as we walked. We sat and ate and drank coffee. It was a continuation of the pleasant previous days as far as how we were with each other. On occasion Helen and I would stop talking to each other and just look at each other. I wondered what she was thinking. I was not secure enough to ask her. There was a level of intensity but she was my sister so I tried to minimize what I felt. I felt like a racing car with the throttle wide open and at the same time applying the brakes. I admitted to myself that I was in love for the first time in my life. It was such a heavy yet thrilling sensation. I wanted to scream it out to the world but thought better of it. How could I frame it if I did scream it out? She looked at me carefully and spoke softly and said, "You are the Rolls Royce of lovers." She added, "If I never make love again I can die having been with someone as special as you." I was at a loss for words. She said, "You do not have to respond, but know what I am saying is true." She then giggled and whispered to me, "I had your come dripping out of me through the night and it has finally stopped. I need to have my supply replenished. Let's go back to the apartment." We walked back to the apartment. After we entered the apartment, Helen accessed her e-mail and there was a message from Brad. Her mood changed. She looked angry. She said, "Brad suddenly wants to know what I am doing. He said he had tried to call me the last five days but there had not been an answer. He wanted to know if I was being faithful. He said he wants to fly to Paris to see what is going on." I could tell that the e-mail bothered Helen. She appeared as angry as I have ever seen her. On what had been the beginnings of another great day on Paris, there now was a cause to think and the thoughts were not pretty. Maybe the good times were about to come to an abrupt end. This was from my perspective and I sensed from that of Helen as well. Maybe I was wrong but I had a strong sense that I was right. There was little I could offer to her as what she should do or what she should do as far as Brad was concerned. She had to think this one through. I found myself feeling very jealous but I would not show it. Any and all insecurities that I had came into the forefront now. I had no business telling Helen what she should do in her life. I had no right as her brother. Did I have any right to say anything because I was her lover? I had no answers. I do not believe that anyone could provide an answer to this dilemma. My presence in Paris seemed to have caused Helen to shut out (for awhile) her thoughts and possibly her feelings for Brad. She had expressed a fantasy to me prior to leaving home of maybe getting engaged to Brad in Paris. I had a sick feeling that if Brad did travel to Paris then the marriage proposal might occur. Not only was I fearful of the proposal but what her response might be. I had placed myself in an emotional vise. I was in love with my sister but realistically there was nowhere to go with that love aside from sitting on the sidelines and watching how our lives would unfold. As I thought about it there was little that Helen and I could do once we flew home. Every affair is eventually discovered and the fallout from ours would be a catastrophe to say the least. Helen and I sat around the apartment. I had the sense that I should go for a walk and leave her alone for a while. When I told her I was going out and that I would be back later she gave me a sad smile but said nothing. I walked to a small park nearby and sat on a bench and just felt as depressed as I have ever been in my life. My heart hurt. If I had someone to talk to there was no way I could express exactly what was ailing me and the circumstances regarding the ailment. I gave the term "lonely" new meaning. I got up from the bench and went to a bistro called the Café Luxembourg. I sat outside at a table. I had a draft beer and did some people watching. Of course there were lovers holding hands and kissing and embracing that added to my emotional carnage. I do not remember how long I was gone from the apartment. I slowly made my way back and rang the bell. Helen came to the door. She looked like she had been crying. As she preceded me up the stairway she reached back and grabbed my hand. We said nothing to each other. She led me to the bedroom. She pushed me backwards onto the bed and took off all my clothes and then got into bed next to me. She then removed her clothes as well. We were on our backs looking at the ceiling in the room and we then turned and looked at each other. We kissed and held each other. There was a kiss followed by another followed by me getting on top of her. Her face felt feverish to my touch. I spat some saliva on my left hand and transferred it to the head of my cock and I pushed into her. There was no love making here. We fucked and I came inside of her three times in a matter of about forty five minutes. After each time I came I deliberately stayed inside of her and made sure that all of my seed was parked in her very deep and wet place. What we were doing was absolutely insane yet I would not and could not stop myself. Not a word was spoken by either of us. We fell asleep. I was awakened by the sound of water. Helen was in the shower. It was dark outside. The sound of running water ended and I heard the sound of a hairdryer. The door to the bathroom opened slightly and I saw those beautiful eyes and then the electric smile. She said, "Hey good-looking, what's going on?" I replied, "I am as hungry as a bear." She threw a wet washcloth at me that landed across my face. I got up and waited for Helen to finish in the bathroom. She came out in her bra and panties. She said, "After you take your shower, why don't we think about dinner?" I said," That sounds good to me. Is there a place that has any good takeout food?" She said, "Yes but we will have to ride the Metro for about ten minutes to get there." I nodded to her. I shaved, showered and washed my hair in about twenty minutes. I put on a pair of brown slacks and beige loafers with a maroon sweater. Helen put on a black denim mini-skirt with dark black pantyhose and her dress boots. She had a bulky black sweater. She said she did not want to wear makeup and that was fine with me. Her hair was on her shoulders and it shined in the light. It was a clear night as we left the apartment. We held hands on the way to the Metro and the ride to our destination took about ten minutes. We sat together on the train and shared a few kisses. After exiting the Metro we walked a short distance to a street called Rue Cler. On this street there are many places that sell foods outdoors to the public. Predominately there is French food but there was some Italian and some Greek specialty foods available as well. There was much to choose from as we strolled and sampled. We purchased a whole roasted chicken along with some mixed vegetables together with a loaf of bread. We then went to a wine store and purchased a bottle of red wine and a bottle of white. To finish off the meal we visited a cheese store and purchased a variety of cheeses produced in Normandy. We returned to the apartment. Helen spread out the food and she set the table with silverware and plates and two glasses. She put on a radio station that played soft music and lit candles. At no time during the trip to and from the food markets did Helen mention what she was thinking with respect to Brad. I did not ask. I was a coward. As we ate this simple yet sumptuous meal and drank our wine, Helen finally spoke about Brad and what she felt. She said, "My feelings about Brad are mixed. I do not know what his real motivations are. He knows what triggers my emotions and what he is trying to do have caused some angst in me to say the least. He has always known what I have wanted and yet I am beginning to believe that he is nothing but an insincere opportunist. For many weeks he has chosen to basically ignore me and now for whatever reason he is feeling threatened or lonely. Maybe he is afraid I found someone new and maybe I have. Maybe it is because I have decided not to call him or even bothered to e-mail him. When I first met him I was not overly impressed with his macho bullshit. He pursued me and wooed me and captured my heart. He now appears to be trying to do the same thing. When he perceives that he is being ignored he wants me. His act is tiring but I still have feelings for him. I have not yet responded to his e-mail. If the telephone rings, please do no pick it up. Please pour me some more wine." I did not respond as there was nothing for me to say. What stuck in my mind was when she said, "Maybe he is afraid that I have found someone new and maybe I have." My heart and spirit soared. Helen had taken off her boots and was in stocking feet. As I poured her another glass of wine she placed her feet on my lap and said, "Please rub my feet." I did as she asked. There was no reason to not let my cock rise to the occasion. She maneuvered the toes of her feet against my cock and giggled at the result. I pushed her legs off of my lap and stood up. She stood up as well and we met and shared a passionate kiss. What I knew is that our lips were made for each other. As the kiss ended she asked me to sit on the couch (my bed) and she said she would return in a moment. She walked to the bedroom. She came out of her bedroom shortly thereafter with a light pink bag that looked like it was made of silk. She opened the bag and pulled out two pair of sheer long black stockings. She told me to take off my clothes. I did as she asked and did not ask questions. She removed her clothes as well. She crouched on the floor and without speaking to me pulled on a stocking on each of my legs until they were at their full length. She gave my cock a lick and a slight suck. She then sat on the edge of the couch pulled on her stockings. I watched as those black stockings made their way up those long shapely legs. I was speechless. There were no garters wanted or needed. The stockings on me reached up nearly to my balls. Hers reached up nearly to her crotch. I could see the contractions of her stomach muscles from heavy breathing. Her lips were parted and she looked into my eyes. I noticed that her eyes did not blink. She appeared to be on a mission and whatever the mission entailed, I was in for a ride. She rubbed my legs and I did the same to her. We kissed and I felt her breasts. Her nipples were hard and protruded. I sucked on them. I wished (again) that her breasts were filled with milk. That thought made me hornier if that is possible. As I found out she loved having her nipples played with and sucked and loved having her breasts caressed. Her breasts were the perfect fit for my hands and her nipples were the perfect fit for my mouth. We changed positions. We got into a sixty-nine. I placed my mouth against her pussy. I basically was making out with her pussy. I got her clit into my mouth and gave it a tug. Her long and puffy pussy lips were mine for the sucking. A groan came from her mouth as she took my cock in her mouth. She softly rubbed my balls. I heard her mumble, "Your balls are full of baby juice. Let me have all you can make." I was crazed from the perspective of having my legs covered in nylon while I was rubbing her legs in nylon and eating her pussy that was spewing rivulets of juice into my mouth. At the same time this woman was sucking me to my core anxious to drink my come. I heard groaning from Helen that grew to a wail. As she came she screamed out my name and then she burst into tears. I came at nearly the same time and she drank my baby juice. I was going to remark about her tears but thought better of it. We then got face to face and held and kissed and fucked the rest of the night. There was desperation, almost a fear and sadness to our lovemaking. I remember hearing the normal sounds from the streets below that mixed with the soft music playing. The apartment felt warm. I could also hear our respective breathing and our communal groaning. I also remember the sounds of the swishing nylons would send me off to some renewed thrusting. She was so soaked from her juices and my come that as soon as I got a little hard, I would roll onto and into her and start to pump her. I could hear our juices in her pussy as I plunged in and out and from side to side. We somehow managed to get up and make our way into the bedroom. She pulled my nylons up and did the same to hers. We then started up from where we had left off. I remember that I came inside of her five times that night after our dinner. At some point in time we fell into an exhausted sleep.