8 comments/ 58054 views/ 4 favorites Alexis By: LUSTFORONE Alexis sat on the edge of the bed, her mind still spinning from this morning's incestuous orgy. She wondered how she could have ever let herself fall into this world she was now trapped in. As the images and emotions raced through her mind and body she dropped her face into her hands feeling flushed. She kept seeing images of her father's cock sliding in and out of her, Julie with a cock in her pussy and ass. She raised her head running her hands through her dark blonde hair, she had to get away from everyone for a while and sort through her feelings. Alexis had decided she would go out for the evening and have a couple of drinks alone. She shook her head to try and clear the images from her mind. She quickly busied herself to get ready and go out for the evening hoping she could forget about what was racing through her mind for a moment. She had decided to wear a fitted red shirt over a tight black skirt that made it to about mid-thigh. She slipped on some sandals for comfort and made her way to the front door. As she moved down the hall her body began to feel as if it were electric. She felt as if something was trying to come alive inside her. As she entered the living room she noticed the rest of the family was lying around watching the television. Her younger sister Adriana had fallen asleep and her mother and dad were sitting with their backs to her. She quietly made her way to the front door telling John and Mary she was going out for the evening and she would be home later. They both just nodded their approval as Alexis walked out the front door closing it behind her feeling as if her life would never be the same. "What next", is all she could breathe as she got in the car to leave? Driving around looking for a quiet bar to be alone all she could think about was Julie being pleasured in every hole as she explored her body with her hands. It was as if she'd lost all her senses and was being compelled by nothing but raw burning passion. Alexis found herself burning with lust as she pulled into the parking lot of a small eclectic bar that seemed to suit her needs. There were only a few cars in the parking lot. There wasn't a lot of lighting, but it seemed very inviting to her given the mood she was in. As she walked in the first thing she noticed was how clean and modern the bar was. It had a small bar in the center of the room which was lit up by blue and green ambient lighting giving it a soft glow. Walking over to the bar to have a seat she felt the struggle of lust and sanity taking place in her soul. Hunger for sex was growing inside like she had never felt. She had always seemed to have it together and not be so given to her emotions. Ever since that first encounter with Steve, Julie and Adriana when she had been intoxicated by the sheer size of Steve's cock and then groped by two girls all of which where related to her. Alexis found this hunger burning low at first and now trying to burn out of control. She had been sitting at the bar a few minutes when the bartender asked her what she would like to drink. She really hadn't thought about and just ordered a mixed drink. While the bartender was busy mixing her drink she noticed a man sitting directly across the bar just staring at her. At first it made her a little nervous, but as she returned the gaze she noticed how beautiful he was. Not a word typically associated with a man but she was stunned. He had coal black hair that was short and styled, pale skin with the softest blues eyes she had ever seen. His eyes were hypnotic, so deep, he was absolutely gorgeous. His lips were pout, full and inviting. "Here is your drink lady" whispered the bartender as she was snapped back into reality. He slowly stood taking his drink in hand and walked around the bar right in her direction. He moved with such grace and confidence, not an ounce of self-doubt could be drawn from his swagger. As he slowly walked behind her he paused, leaned over and gently whispered, "Come join me, please." That was all he had to say and she was his slave. Almost without even hesitating Alexis spun on her bar stool and followed him to a dark corner of the bar and sat next to him in a plush curved sofa. It faced the wall that was covered by a large mirror and right in front was a small round glass to table. It felt as though forever had passed, until he leaned towards and asked her name, "What is your name?" "Alexis" she answered becoming inflamed with passion, she could have taken him right there. "My name is Sean" he said. She was mesmerized as he made small talk with her for a few minutes, those deep blue eyes that seem to go forever. He was even more beautiful up close. Leaning to take a drink she noticed through the mirror a women walking in their direction. She was wearing a tight black dress that was sleeveless and very short. She had jet black hair that hung down the front of her shoulders just over her pert breast. She too was absolutely stunning; lips that were full enough to burst. Alexis was becoming overwhelmed with passion, licking her lips as she took a drink. The woman walked right to were they were sitting and put one knee on the couch between Sean's legs and leaned forward and kissed him so deep Alexis thought they might suffocate. She ran her free hand through his black hair and Alexis was speechless. She broke the kiss and sat next to Sean looking right into Alexis' eyes. Sean turned to Alexis and with such calm grace said, "I would like you to meet Sarah, my twin sister." Gulping trying to be sure that she heard him correctly, she must have looked like a thief that just got caught Alexis felt a churning in her stomach and squeezed her legs together sending waves of pleasure from her pussy to her stomach. She leaned forward sticking out her hand saying, "Hello, I am Alexis and you are gorgeous." The woman just smiled without blushing in the least. Sean and Sarah personified youth, lust, sex and passion. Alexis was filled with lust as never before, it was like she was possessed. That was when she noticed Sarah stroking Sean's cock through his black trousers. Sean's fingers brushed across the top of Alexis' thigh sending chills up her spine. He stood and walked over to the mirror on the wall and looked into it for a moment He then turned and motioned for Alexis to come to him. She got up from the plush seat and went to him like a wild animal driven by nothing but instinct now. He took her by the waist and turned her back to the mirror so that she now faced Sarah who looked on with eyes full of lust. She had eyes the same color as her brothers, soft blue as deep as the sea. He pushed her slowly back against the wall and began to kiss her deeply. Her hands explored every inch of his body in an instant like she was looking for a key to unlock this pent up lust inside of her. Sarah had stood and walked to where they were and stood behind Sean reaching around him and slowly pulling up her skirt. She hooked two fingers in each side of Alexis's panties and pulled them to her ankles. Alexis raised one foot to step out of them as Sarah ran her hand back up the inside of her leg cupping her mound and pushing firmly against her clit. Alexis was on fire as sweat droplets began to form on her body. Sean reached down with both hands cupping her ass lifting Alexis from the floor. Alexis willfully reached both arms around his neck and lifted her legs for whatever he had in store for her. Sarah had reached under Sean to unzip his pants to free his hard cock. She stroked it gently with one hand and slid two fingers between the folds of Alexis's pussy causing her to moan deep in her throat. Sarah ran the tip of Sean's cock through her moistness that was almost dripping. Alexis was grinding her hips against him almost begging for it. He gently pushed the head inside and then slowly lowered Alexis all the way down his shaft until he was completely buried inside her. Alexis gasped at the size of his cock. It felt as if it pushed everything to the side when he entered her. It didn't have the length that her cousin's cock had, Steve, but Sean's more than made up for it in girth. As he began to slide in and out of her she thought he might pull her insides out it was so tight. Alexis couldn't believe what was happening to her, but she was liked a starved animal; the hunger for lust wouldn't allow her to stop even if she wanted to. Sarah reached around Sean pulling up Alexis's shirt to expose her breast and twisted Alexis' nipples between her fingers. Alexis came right there grinding her hips against his body trying to take in more of his cock almost passing out from the intensity of the orgasm. He lowered her legs to the floor and now turning her to face the mirror. He placed both of her hands on the mirror so that she was leaning slightly forward. Alexis could see her face in the mirror and could not believe the redness of her face and lust that filled her eyes. Sean stepped forward and entered Alexis from behind running both hands up her stomach to her small pert breast. She titled her head back and began to push back to meet his thrust. Sarah had knelt underneath Alexis and was slowly trailing her tongue up to her nipples that were poking straight out and taking one between her teeth nibbling gently. She began to suck and pull on both of Alexis's nipples until she was moaning at every nibble and thrust she was being given. Sarah stood in front of Alexis and leaned forward to kiss her lustfully swollen lips. Alexis felt intoxicated with lust; it was causing her to lay aside any inhibitions she might have had. Sean's pace quickened alerting Alexis that he was about to cum. Alexis broke the silence, panting, "Pleased cum in my mouth. Let me taste you." At that Sean pulled out and Alexis spun around kneeling in front of Sean as he stroked his engorged cock. Alexis leaned forward taking his cock into her mouth. She couldn't believe how thick it was, the head barely fit in her mouth. Sarah was knelt down beside Alexis with one hand massaging her clit and pressing her index finger of her other hand at her tight asshole. Alexis arched her back to give Sarah easier access to her tight butt hole. Alexis moaned a deep guttural moan as Sarah pushed her finger into her tight hole causing Sean to push into Alexis's mouth and cum so much Alexis couldn't swallow it all. Cum dripped from around her lips and she tried to swallow and keep from biting down as Sarah pumped her finger in and out of Alexis's ass causing her to quake with a blinding orgasm. Sean's cock slid from her mouth as Sarah moved to take the cock in her mouth and clean him up, pausing to kiss Alexis and lick the cum from her chin. Sean sat back on the couch and Sarah stood pulling her tight skirt up and straddled Sean sitting in his lap. Alexis stood grabbing her panties and purse, muttering "I have to get home it's late." She quickly turned and headed to her car. On the drive home Alexis was in a daze. She was pulling into the driveway in no time, everything seem to be moving at light speed past her. She got out of the car and walked to the front door taking a deep breath to calm herself before opening the door and stepping in and closing it behind her. Her parents, John and Mary had gone to bed. Adriana was still asleep in front of the television. Alexis walked directly to the bathroom and got into the shower. She was leaning against the wall letting the hot water run through her hair and down her shivering body when she heard a voice, "Is everything ok Alexis." Adriana had woken up noticing she was home and went to check on her sister. "Not now", was all Alexis could get out. Adriana turned and quietly closed the door as she left the bathroom. TO BE CONTINUED: Alexis When I hear both of my parents starting to snore in the room below me, I quietly get out of bed and sneak over to my dresser. I dig past the piles of underwear in the top drawer until I find what I am looking for. I pull out the black silk g-string and slide it up my shaved legs, tucking my tiny cock back into the smooth crotch of it. Next, I pull on a black cami, a black lacey garter belt, and a pair of black, lacey stockings. I look at myself in the mirror through the moonlight. From the shoulders down, I could definitely pass as a slutty teen girl. But in reality, I'm a skinny, not yet fully developed, eighteen-year old boy with more curves than muscle. My hair and eyes are brown; my cock about 5 ½ inches long and cut. I climb back into bed and lay down. I let my hands drift across my body, touching my curves and feeling the smooth silk against my skin. My mind starts to wander. I start to think about letting a man take me, letting him use me as his little slut and have his way with me. My hands begin to drift over more sensitive areas of my body. I start to lightly rub my cock through the silk material of the g-string. It twitches at attention, and I start to rub the tip of it. Bringing my knees up, I spread my legs a little bit. Without even realizing it, my hand drifts down to my asshole. I start to rub it through the string of my panties. My asshole twitches in anticipation. I squirt some lube on my fingers and pull aside the g-string. I start to work some lube around my ass before easily slipping in two wet fingers. My hole clamps around them tightly, and I let out a sigh. Shivers run up my spine. I pull my fingers out to my knuckles, and then slowly work them back in. I start to work up a rhythm, and begin to fuck myself with my fingers. I work in a third finger with little effort. By now, I'm thrusting my ass against my hand and biting my pillowcase to keep myself from moaning. This needs to end soon, before I'm let out a squeal and wake up my parents. Reaching under my bed, I search around with my hand until it touches plastic. It's a sample sized shampoo bottle. I've been using it to fuck myself with for a while now. It's the closest thing I could get to the shape and size of a cock. I slather lube onto it and press it against my accepting asshole. It slides in slowly, and for a second I feel a sharp pain. It's almost instantly replaced with pleasure though, as the rest of the bottle slides up into me. I start to pump it slowly in and out of my little hole, spreading my legs wider, just like a good little slut. I imagine that someone is using me. I slam the three fingers that were in my ass into my mouth and lick them clean, sucking on the greedily. I want to be used. I want to be someone's whore. I want to be filled with cum all day and all night. My deepest desire is to be a walking sperm receptacle; to be ready for cock and expecting it at all hours. With these thoughts, I begin to cum. I barely have to touch my cock, and already it's exploding warm sperm all over my stomach. I slam the shampoo bottle deeper into my ass as I cum, struggling not to moan. The orgasm finally subsides, and I let out a deep breath. I know what I have to do to be a good girl. I pull the shampoo bottle out of my ass. It's covered in lube and ass juice. I bring it to my mouth and lick it clean. I scoop up the little pool of cum that's collected on my tummy and lick it from my fingers. I hold it in my mouth for a while, enjoying the taste of it, before swallowing. I strip my lady's clothes off and climb into bed naked. I fall asleep a little after, tired and unhappy at the fact that I have to wake up for school in the morning. This is an ordinary night in my life. I'm sitting on the bleachers in the gym the next day during lunch, watching the class run laps around the court. My younger sister is in the class, and I find it funny that as I'm watching her run, she has no idea that I'm wearing one of her thongs under my jeans. She glances up at me and we make eye contact. She smiles and waves, and then continues her conversation with the girl she's running with. The bell rings. I stand up and pretend to adjust my pants, but in reality I'm fixing my thong. My sister stops running and comes up to me. Her friend is standing behind her. I catch her checking me out. "Hey, I forgot to tell mom that I have practice tonight," she says. "Well, mom and dad aren't home tonight. They have that retirement party to go to." "Ok then...well I might just stay at Kelly's tonight then," my sister says. I nod my head. "Alright. But make sure you're back in the morning, mom and dad will be pissed if they know I let you stay out," I warn. My sister smiles at me somewhat sarcastically. I roll my eyes and head to my locker. In class, my mind wanders from Biology to more perverted things. I think about what I'm going to do when I get home. I decide which of my sister's outfits I'm going to try on first. "Alex!" my teacher-Mr. Hughes-says. I look up and realize that he's calling on me to answer a question. "What happens during cellular replication?" he asks. I open my mouth to say something, but realize that I have no idea what the answer is. I stutter for a moment, managing to say "I don't know." My teacher shakes his head. "See me after class," he says. A few snickers echo throughout the classroom. When the bell rings, I hope that Mr. Hughes forgot that he had asked to see me, and I try to sneak past him. "Alex," he says. He motions for me with his finger. I approach his desk. "What's up?" I ask. Mr. Hughes sits down, sighing. He opens a desk drawer and flips through a row of files, finally pulling out a test with my name on it. Next to it is a huge "E," written in bright red ink. I stare at the test blankly. "This E just lowered your grade to failing," Mr. Hughes says. "And you're constantly late for class." I say nothing. He looks up at me and raises his eyebrows. "I know. I just get distracted easily," I stammer. Mr. Hughes holds his hand up to stop me. "You know, I do offer an after school tutoring program. If you attended and showed some effort, I might be willing to be a little more open minded about your grade," he says. I hesitate. The last thing I want is to have to stay after school to put up with even more of the subject that I simply hate. "Of course, you can just stick with the E." Mr. Hughes smiles at me. "When is it?" I ask. "Right after school," he replies. I nod my head. "Sure, I can stop by for a little while." "Good. I'll see you then." For the rest of the afternoon, I think little of my tutoring session with Mr. Hughes. However, I have no idea just how much it will end up changing my life... At 3:00, I find Mr. Hughes in his classroom, sitting at his desk and typing something into his computer. I'm the only student there; it's obvious that the tutoring isn't something many students choose to take advantage of. "Alex, you came. Have a seat," Mr. Hughes says. I drop my backpack to the floor and sit down in a desk that Mr. Hughes had pulled up to his. "Here, fill these problems out. These are some of the questions that are going to be on the next test, so it'll help you if you study them," he says, handing me a worksheet. I rush through it, wanting to get home as soon as possible so I could dress up and be a whore for the evening. As I lean forward to hand Mr. Hughes the worksheet, he says something that makes my heart stop. "Nice color," he says. It takes me a second to realize what he's referring to, but when I feel air against my bare back, I realize that he was referring to the strap of my neon green thong, which has risen up and is resting of my hip. I feel my face turn hot with embarrassment. I quickly stand up and grab my backpack, slinging it over my shoulder. "I need to go," I say. Mr. Hughes is just smiling at me. "It's not that big of a deal Alex. I'm expecting you to stay here and earn your grade," he says. My heart begins to race as he walks over and shuts the door. "I know how dirty you've been," he says quietly. He slowly walks up behind me. "I can see your thong straps every once in a while. I can only imagine the thoughts that are going through your head." I am at a loss for words. I don't know what to say. I'm not sure if this is a good thing, or if it's turning out to be something very, very bad. Mr. Hughes clears his throat. "Have you ever been with another man, Alex?" he asks me. I swallow hard and shake my head. "Well, what if I told you that I could see to it that you pass my class with an A?" I look up at Mr. Hughes. I notice the obvious bulge in his pants. For some reason, this excites me. It brings out the entire other side of me; the bad part of me. I smile slyly at him. He gets the hint. "Get up, now," Mr. Hughes says. I obediently stand up and follow him into the storage room. He turns the dim light on and shuts the door behind us. Without warning, he unzips his pants and frees what is a massive cock. It has to be at least eight inches long, and very thick. I stare at my first real cock in a mixture of lust and confusion. "It's not going to suck itself Alex," Mr. Hughes whispers. I smile at him and get down on my knees. Using what I've learned from practicing on my dildo, I slowly lick up the shaft of his cock, flicking my tongue against the head of it. My teacher begins to breath heavier. I can feel myself starting to grow hard. It's turning me on so much to know that I'm pleasing an older man, especially my teacher. I work my lips down over the head of his cock, licking up his pre-cum and swallowing it. I let some of my saliva slip out of my mouth and down to the base of his cock, and use it as a lube to jack him off with one of his hands. I get about half of his dick into my mouth, and we're working up a rhythm of him thrusting his penis into my mouth and me jacking off the base of it. Mr. Hughes reaches down and pulls the straps of my thong up around my hips. "You dirty little slut. I always thought you'd make a good little boy-whore," he moans. I look up at him and make eye contact, staring up at him innocently. I moan a little "mmm hmm," and continue my sucking. "That's a good little bitch." I'm rock hard now, stroking myself through my jeans. Mr. Hughes is pushing almost his entire cock into my throat. I gag a little, but struggle to breath through my nose and relax my throat muscles. I'm making it my mission to give him some of the best head he's ever had. His hands are pulling at my hair, forcing my head into his mass of pubic hair as his balls slap against my chin. I'm gagging with every thrust he makes, struggling not to vomit. "Oh fuck yes. Oh god," Mr. Hughes moans. Without warning, I suddenly feel something warm shoot down my throat. It causes me to gag really hard, but when I go to pull my head away, Mr. Hughes forces it back down onto his cock. More of his cum shoots down my throat. It tastes warm and salty-kind of stringy. I gag again, forcing some of it to shoot out the sides of my mouth and down my chin. I swallow what I can, but there's too much, and a little bit more of it dribbles down onto the floor. Mr. Hughes' breathing begins to slow, and he pulls his slick penis from my mouth with a slurping noise. I'm gasping for air. Mr. Hughes reaches down with his finger and scoops up the cum from my face, shoving it into my mouth roughly. I swallow it diligently. He smiles and zips up his pants. "Keep that up, and you just might get an A," he says. I smile up at him naughtily. "Can we do it again sometime?" I ask him. Mr. Hughes' smile gets bigger. "Of course we can Alex. Maybe we can arrange for a study night at my place this weekend," he says. "That'd be awesome!" I say. I gather my backpack from the classroom and smile over my shoulder at him. As I'm walking home, I can still taste the saltiness of the sperm in my mouth. I walk the rest of my way home pleased with myself. I just whored myself out for a better grade, and I love it. Alexis Of course I had noticed her before—she was roommates with my girlfriend Rebecca. That summer I was around Rebecca's almost all the time. I'm not usually the kind of guy who packs up and moves to his girlfriend's, but that summer was the fucking hottest summer I've ever been through in the city, and Rebecca's apartment had air conditioning. And besides, the sex was great and for once I was dating a girl who I actually liked to hang out with all the time. And, there was Alexis. Alexis was friends with Rebecca from college—they had moved to the city together because they didn't know where else to go. Alexis was working in finance, which I had no idea about, but she was apparently very good at, because I don't think Rebecca's job as a film producer was paying for all that nice furniture in their apartment. She was terrific, sort of a guys girl, always into watching baseball and drinking a beer over a Marlboro Red. They lived in Brooklyn too, but a much nicer part than I did, in an old warehouse building in Carroll Gardens with a roof deck that looked over Red Hook and out into the harbor, Lady Liberty sparkling over the water in the daytime and the lights of downtown Brooklyn and Lower Manhattan sparkling at night. Rebecca and I would go out on Smith Street, and she would tag along, sometimes bringing an unsuspecting guy or two along, and we would all have fun together like old friends; them teetering in their high heels, me with my hand on the small of Rebecca's back, looking forward to what was coming when we got home. Then we'd sit up on the roof and share a bowl and I swear I thought that was what life was all about. Once we had started to sweat in the humid night, Rebecca and I would lock eyes and make a slightly awkward exit back into the apartment, and Alexis would just grin. We all knew. Hot fun in the summertime, right? Rebecca and I would fuck, bucking our hips and biting our lips and getting sweatier in the chilly air conditioning than we ever did out on the roof. Their two rooms were separated by a bathroom, with a door opening onto it from each room, and even though there was the padding of a few walls, I was always sure our fucking would echo into Alexis' room, but she never seemed to mind. Rebecca seemed to almost get louder when she knew Alexis was home—she would pant and writhe and scream when I went down on her, squeezing my head into her pussy like it was all that mattered in the world. And a few nights when Alexis had brought some guy home, we would hear them too, her voice a little huskier than Rebecca's, moaning just a little while the bed knocked against the wall. I had to admit I would always get more aroused when I could hear her, but I never thought anything of it. After all, I had my own perfect girl to take care of. Physically, they couldn't have been more different. Rebecca was slight and pale, with an ocean of blonde hair and quick green eyes that always told me what she needed. The only place she curved was in her hips and ass, a perfectly round little heart that shook mischievously in her skinny jeans. Her breasts were small and upturned, her little nipples would swell when I licked them. Her pussy was tiny, a perfectly trimmed patch of blonde hair begging you to put your tongue into her slit. We actually had trouble sometimes because I have a very thick cock about as big around as my wrist and sometimes it just wouldn't go in without some coaxing, but when it did my head exploded with stars and she would arch her back and fuck me slowly, trying to get herself to stretch enough to fit me. Alexis was pure Italian, she loved to point out the spot in Carroll Gardens where she imagined her great great grandparents lived after getting off the boat from Sicily all those years ago. She was perfect too, flawless olive skin that would glisten with oil when we were up on the roof in the sunshine, and curly brown hair that she would straighten when we were going out, making her look like a sleek seal and making every man in the room turn to her presence. But her finest feature were her breasts. I had always been attracted to slender girls, so I didn't have a whole lot of experience with big breasts, but hers were absolutely perfect. She would wear low cut tops that dove almost to her bellybutton, letting her tits press against the fabric like some sixties movie star. But what killed me is when she walked around the apartment, totally oblivious to us, in a thin white tshirt with no bra, letting them bounce and jiggle as she walked around, the faintest trace of her areolas visible when it was chilly. One of her less creative would be suitors sent her a text once, which we all laughed about at the time that just read "You've got great boobs." Not the most graceful way to put it, but I don't know if I could have put it much better. ... It was early august, and Alexis had finally started to get to me. Rebecca and I were lounging in bed, a little hung over, half asleep. We had been too tired to fuck the night before, we had been dancing on the lower east side and didn't get back until sunrise. I still smelled like booze and sweat, and Rebecca was sleeping on her back, that perfect creamy ass sticking up out of the sheets. I rolled over on top of her and started kissing her shoulders , my morning wood pressing up between her thighs towards her snatch. I could smell cigarette smoke on her from the club, mixed with her perfume. I whispered in her ear that it was time to wake up, but she grunted and shrugged me off. Never deterred, I shifted and put my hands down between her ass cheeks, spreading open her mound. She didn't move, but I could feel her getting wetter, and she parted her legs slightly to let me in. I stuck in a finger and then another, she was already like an oven in there, and pretty slippery. She got wetter than any girl I've ever been with, her juices would start to trickle when she got aroused, and when she came we sometimes needed a towel to clean up. My fingers kept exploring, from her clit, down to her hole where I would slide a finger in and out, and then up to her ass hole, just tickling a little like she loved. Before long she grunted and shrugged me off again, but this time, she propped herself up and poked her little ass in the sky without saying a word. I rubbed my hand, still wet from her cunt, over the tip of my cock and straddled her, pushing my head down between her lips, positioning myself to be inside. I pushed forward and felt the heat running up my shaft as I slid inside her. She gasped a little when my balls hit her skin, and her fists tightened on the sheet, willing me deeper. I fucked her slow, my head still spinning a little from the alcohol the previous night, trying to will every ounce of my blood into my cock so that I could stretch her tighter. We rolled to the side, spoon fucking so we could both lie down. It was our favorite way to fuck in the morning. I nibbled her shoulders and picked her leg up so that I could thrust all the way it. "oooooh, fucck, keep it smooth." I kept it smooth, as she brought a hand down to play with her clit. When I heard the familiar slurping sound I knew she was close, her cunt begging for more of me. We came together, too tired to yell, but I closed my eyes when I felt my balls tighten and my sperm pump into her. We fell back asleep like that, my cock softening inside her and my chest glued to her back with sweat. We woke up in a half an hour, my cock waking me up because it realized it was still buried in pussy, and I started to thrust again. She laughed and moved away, slipping me out of her heat and standing up to stretch. "Not again right now," she said, yawning. "Let's get cleaned up." We got in the shower and did our usual shower routine: I soaped her breasts, she soaped my cock, we both washed our hair, switching under the water when one of us got cold. She tried to kick me out to shave her legs, but instead I pushed her into the corner and bent down to do a little tongue cleaning of her pussy. I was pushing into her folds with the water washing down over my shoulders, teasing her clit when a door opened. Rebecca stiffened. "Are you guys in there together?" Alexis asked, laughing. "Oh fuck, sorry, I just have to brush my teeth. Carry on!" Rebecca couldn't say anything, because I went back to work as we could hear Alexis brushing her teeth on the other side of the curtain. Rebecca tried to close her legs, but I worked her clit furiously, and she came as Alexis was spitting and rinsing. She left and we heard the apartment door close. Rebecca jumped out of the shower. "Damn, we agreed that we would always put some kind of signal up when we're showering with someone. I should have at least locked her door." "She didn't seem to mind," I said. Rebecca laughed and went to go dress. She had to meet some friends, and I was just trying to decide what I wanted to do with the day. ... Turned out I didn't do much, I spent most of the day napping on the couch and swearing at the Mets. I had made some lunch and was about to nap again when the door slammed. Alexis walked in with her ipod still in her ears, twitching her shoulders and dancing a little as she filled a water glass. She had obviously been for a run, she was wearing sneakers and tiny little shorts, those tan thighs screaming at me from across the room. When she went up on her tiptoes to get a high glass , my cock hardened in my shorts as I could see those sculpted legs running up to just a little bit of ass cheek sticking out the bottom of her shorts. She turned around and saw me, startled. She took her headphones out and smiled. "I didn't know you'd still be here." "Yea sorry," I said, "I guess I'm sort of a live in these days." She walked over and plopped herself down next to me. "I had to go for a run because I didn't want to watch this game. I'm almost afraid to ask, but who's winning?" "Who do you think," I sighed. "Can't even beat the fucking Nats." She swore and jumped up. "Well in that case, I'm going to get clean." She turned and walked out of the room, and then paused. "Hey sorry about this morning, I didn't mean to interrupt you guys." "Oh, we soldiered through," I said, grinning. "What a trooper. I hoped I didn't ruin anything." She smirked and skipped out of the room, leaving behind a scent of roses. I layed back on the couch, watching a few more pitches. Disgusted with another missed grounder that would just be one more error on an already terrible season, I got up and walked into Rebecca's room. I heard the shower turn on, and couldn't help but think about her in there, getting all soapy and steamy. I thought about masturbating just to clear my head, but after the velvet glove of Rebecca's pussy, the thought of my hand on my cock just didn't seem all that appealing. Instead, I decided to repay a favor. I opened the door of the bathroom and walked into the steam. Alexis was humming to herself, half singing along to some song. I was as noisy as I could be, clanking around at the sink and trying to be obnoxious. I was sure she heard me, but she just kept humming. "Oh sorry, I just need to brush my teeth," I said, expecting a laugh in response, but she just kept humming and moving around in the shower. Resigned that she wasn't in a joking mood, I started brushing. The water turned off right when I was finishing up, and I was brushing off my tongue when the curtain flew open. Alexis had headphones in, attached to a waterproof radio that she had gotten from her aunt for her birthday. It took her a second to register that I was there, she was wringing out her hair and stood stock still. I stood there with my toothbrush frozen in the air, my mouth full of suds, staring at her in the mirror. She was perfect. Her wet hair was dribbling water down those luscious breasts, which hung like perfectly shaped pears, brown nipples pointing up at me, tightened by the shock of the warm water not being there. Her toned abs ran down to a completely hairless mound, where I could just make out plump little lips pouting out. Unsure of what to do, I spit out my toothpaste and said the only thing I could think of. "You've got great boobs." She started laughing, one headphone still dangling from her ear, her breasts moving up and down as she giggled. "Thanks, I like them," she forced out. I moved to leave the room. "No wait," she said and stepped out of the shower, wrapping herself in a towel. She tiptoed over to me, a glint in her eyes. She got up on her tiptoes to bring herself level with me. "You missed a little," she said, leaning forward and licking a fleck of toothpaste off the side of my lip. I met her tongue with mine and we kissed long and deep, me leaning against the counter and her holding her towel up. I was wearing a thin pair of athletic shorts with no boxers—standard lazy day baseball watching attire—and I tried to pull back my hips as my cock started to harden. She put her free hand on it, through my shorts. "What have we here?" she said. "Rebecca always told me it was big , but you never know, right? Girls are always trying to make their boyfriends sound good." She winked. "Let's just see how truthful a friend she is." She knelt down and peeled away my shorts. "Mmmmm, very truthful. I had started to think this city was just full of pencil dicks, but you've got a nice thick sausage down here. And uncut too? I always prefer it natural. I wonder how it tastes?" Before I could say anything, she parted her lips and flicked her tongue across the tip. She grasped the base, letting her towel slide down, and pulled my foreskin back, swirling her tongue around the outline of my head. She squeezed my balls and nodded her approval as she started to take more of me into her mouth. Her tongue ran up and down my shaft as her mouth took more and more in. One of the drawbacks of having a thick cock is that girls with smaller mouths always ended up nicking it with their teeth, but Alexis knew exactly how to make it feel like velvet, sliding up and down effortlessly. Even though I had cummed countless times in the last few days, it didn't take me long. She squeezed my balls and slid me down her throat, and couldn't even see anything. My hands locked onto her wet hair and slid her deeper, gagging her a little, but she just kept going harder until I exploded, pumping cum into her mouth. She pulled back and stood up, a trail of saliva and sperm trailing from those pouty lips down to her chest. "Muccch tastier than toothpaste," she said, giggling. "Now. That was an just an innocent little blowjob between friends. I'm not going to make you do anything else, but if you want..." I didn't even let her finish, I just took the towel and threw it aside, lowering my head to her breasts. They weren't the biggest I had ever seen, but they must have been a good solid C, impossibly soft and begging to be sucked. I took her left nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue around like she had my cock, nibbling on her nipple to make her shiver. My hand flitted down to her slit as I sucked them harder, feeling their weight as her chest began to heave up and down. I rubbed her clit as I sucked faster, she arched her back to push my face deeper into her tits, purring a long slow sound as I slipped a finger into her hole. I stood up and faced her, and switched our positions, but with her facing the counter and me standing behind. I could see her face in the mirror as she snarled "Fuck me." I put my cock at her opening, expecting to have to ease in like I did with Rebecca, but she bucked her hips back, slamming her pussy onto my cock before I even knew what was happening. She smiled at me in the mirror, and I lost it. I wasn't going to have her taking charge. I pushed my cock forward to force her hips further towards the counter, making her brace herself harder. I started thrusting, hearing my hips smack against her ass. She looked at me in the mirror hungrily, daring me to do more. I grabbed her hips and slammed myself in, my balls aching from the impact of her cunt. In the mirror I could see her tits moving back in forth in rhythm as my cock got deeper and deeper, her vagina walls squeezing me on the way out, me drawing out almost fully and then slamming home, hitting the back of her vagina and making her squeal from the force. "Fuck me, oh Christ, fuck my little cunt, please fuck it fuck it fuck it..." she screamed. Rebecca had never been much of a dirty talker, and I had missed it. "Ram me harder, I want to feel you tearing me apart, I want to feel it FUCK ME." I wasn't thinking, my animal instincts taking me far away from that bathroom, all I could feel was her cunt squeezing my cock, all I could hear was her yelling, all I could see were her tits slapping up and down as she squeezed her eyes shut and gripped the counter like it would save her life. She stopped making words and started just making noises, groaning and screaming, and I groaned and screamed with her. I pumped and pumped, feeling my feet slipping on the wet tile, feeling the cum building up in my shaft. When I finally let go, I could feel my seed filling her, mixing with her wetness, as she let out one final scream and lowered her torso onto the counter, coaxing every last drop out of my cock. I came to my senses like I always do right after I cum. The room came back into focus and I slid my cock out, sitting on the closed toilet because my knees felt like they would give out. We stayed in those poses for a few minutes until she straightened up, tousled her hair in the mirror and turned around. "I've wanted that for a long time," she said. "I can always hear you fucking her in the other room, and I always get wet from it, and that was incredible. But that's all it was. It was amazing, we did it, and we can't do it again. So now. I'm going to blow dry my hair. You're going to go see if the Mets won. And we're never going to talk about this again, ok?" I still couldn't quite speak, nodded, and left the room. I sunk back into the couch. Jesus Christ, just when I thought the summer couldn't get any better. Alexis --- Author's notes: This is a long one. The image of Alexis sitting in a sunbeam occurred to me one day, and I had to write this to get it out of my head. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. --- She's sitting in that way again - with her legs tucked under her, leaning against the arm of the sofa, hair trailing down over her shoulder. She's humming to herself; sheet music scattered around her. Wide French doors let what little sunlight March gives us into our lounge, giving us a view of the garden which still has the occasional patch of snow. It makes her hair flame like a golden halo. The couch is Lexi's favourite place to study her music. She's gifted, and if she dedicated herself to it she could be great. But that's not Lexi's way. Lexi loves to have lots of interests, all going on at once. She says it makes her feel alive and that she gets bored without distractions. Of course I'm biased. She's my sister. But she's really that good. Myself, on the other hand? Not much to tell. Three years younger, neither as musical nor as pretty, and always a wallflower. I love my books and my Mac. People always give me crap about it - a girl who codes. Technical aptitude always falls behind the fact that I have breasts. Doesn't matter, I used school and university as a conduit to what I wanted, which was a career tinkering with gadgets. Jeans and tee-shirts for me - I was the one who was always in trouble for tracking mud through the house; Lexi dreamed of castles and princesses. Lexi gives me grief for it; tells me I've got to take more care of my appearance. Sometimes I do, but mostly it's hair back in a ponytail and that's good enough. Anything more would be a waste, anyway. I don't socialise much outside of a few close friends. My back's sore - bad posture. Sitting at the table is a silly thing to do; the height is wrong for the laptop and I always get kinks in the neck from it. But it's warm in this part of the house, and there's always the chance Lexi will start to play something. That's my favourite thing, hearing her play. It makes the shadows around the edges of things go away for a while. Mum and Dad died in a car crash when I was fifteen. Lexi had just turned eighteen and was about to head off to University, but she stayed to make sure I was ok and ended up studying her undergraduate degree via correspondence instead. It's been the two of us since then, bar visits from relatives and the McKintoshes down the road who helped out immediately after and became a kind of extended family to us in the weeks and months after... Mum had always been a wise bird and had made sure that there were enough endowments to pay off the house and send both of us to higher education. Lexi had waitressed for extra spending money and I'd done some small websites for local businesses once I was studying. We'd been ok, bar the scars. Lexi struggles more with it, she's got the soul of an artist. Me, I just pack it away and try not to open the box it's in. It still hurts too much to open it up, so I try to leave it alone. Sometimes I can almost forget it's there at all. --- 'You want some tea, Lex?' I call out. No answer - she's clearly deep in whatever she's humming. I pull down a cup for both of us, make myself some coffee and a chamomile for her. Lexi loves her herbal teas and I try to keep the cupboard stocked. One of the little things I do for her to say thanks. Mum loved chamomile too. The smell always reminds me of her. Waiting for it to brew gives me (in some ways unwelcome) time to think. Our house is large and we haven't changed much since Mum and Dad passed. I took over Dad's study (mainly because of his lovely antique desk and leather chair) and have turned it into my quiet room. But we still sleep in our old rooms; we've left Mum and Dad's pretty much as it was. Every time we talk about cleaning it out we wind up not doing anything. And so we live, Lexi with her music and hobbies and me with my coding, running and climbing... I turf the used bag into the compost box and ferry the cups back through to the lounge. 'Lexi?' She starts, then looks up and smiles. 'Sorry, Robs. Woolgathering again'. She shifts the music from her lap and takes the mug. 'Thanks. I needed a cuppa.' 'Who's wool were you gathering?' I ask, teasingly. 'Nobody's in particular', she returns. 'Just thinking that I should go for a walk or something.' This is unusual for her, Lexi's an indoors girl who's sense of a nice day out is to sit in the garden under a tree. 'There's a nice gentle walk I do sometimes...' I offer, hopefully. 'Oh?', says Lexi, interested. 'Yeah, it goes down along the river and over the old weir. There're some stones out in the middle I like to sit on'. 'In this weather?' Lexi asks. 'You know the cold doesn't bug me, and it's nice to be outside in the wind. Want me to come with and show you?' Lexi chews her lip, then smiles. 'Yeah. Lets go walkies! I need some fresh air.' We grab hats and coats and pull on some sneakers. March is still cold in our part of the country, with frequent rain and sometimes even snow. So we bundle up warmly before heading out. It's mostly overcast, and there's a breeze, but the sun breaks through sometimes and it's a lovely day, my favourite kind of day. Our house is part of a cul-de-sac that borders onto woodlands, and so we make our way out through the garden and the old wooden gate at the back. I notice the birches are starting to bud. But mostly I'm just watching Lexi. She walks with a dancer's grace, making me feel like I plod. One of her prior boyfriends once called her Elfin; she has that kind of air about her. The effect is admittedly slightly ruined, however, by the washed-out pink knitted cap she's clamped down over her head. 'How far is it to the weir?' she asks. We'd been walking in silence till now. 'Maybe ten minutes. A kilometre or so', I reply. 'I can run it in five minutes or so.' 'Freak', she responds with a laugh. It's always been a joke for her - Lexi gets up before me but I always find her wrapped up in a blanket on the sofa as I head out for my early morning run. Lexi eats like a bird and has a slim build; I have to work hard to keep mine. Of course it means I could probably bench-press her if I had to. I've joked with her before that she's the water that wears the cliff-face (me) down. 'Some of us weren't born with the right genes' I mutter at her. 'Crap, Robs' she says. 'I'd kill for your abs'. We both laugh, hers free and mine somewhat self-conscious. I sneak a quick look at her; she's smiling and staring off into the distance as we walk. Some wisps of her hair have broken free from her cap; it makes her look even younger than she is. 'Come climb with me and you'll have your own ones' I return. 'Yuck, at the gym? No thanks. Too many creepy old men.' Lexi has a thing about being watched. Strangely enough, she loves being a soloist. So it's situational, complex, like both of us. 'Most of them are our age, Lex'. 'Fine. Too many creepy men. Creep central. Lurching man-children in ill-fitting hoodies trying to be Rocky Balboa.' She says this with a sardonic grin. Lexi has a lovely grasp of language and likes to play with words. Sometimes I manage to get her to read to me, and these are some of my favourite times with her. We've passed many winter evenings, the two of us. We closed ranks once we were alone and it's seldom that we let anyone else into our space long-term. This has cost Lexi some boyfriends. But truthfully I think she's also got a twist to the soul that makes her happier by herself. 'They're just looking for luuuuuurve' I drawl. She snorts, takes my arm and walks closer. Our hips bump occasionally. To be fair, I'm more hip than she is. 'Aren't you?' she asks. 'Aren't I what?' 'Looking for love?' I miss a step and stumble; she yanks me back before I can face-plant. 'What do you mean?' I ask, a little bit flustered. 'I'm just curious. You're all grown up now. Yet I've never seen you with anyone, or even interested in anyone.' 'Lex... ', I start, uncomfortably. Lexi loves to pry, but this is an area she's never dug into before, and it's unsettling for her to suddenly take an interest. 'Spill it, Robs. I'm bored and restless and have wanderlust, and part of that is due to not knowing whether you're happy.' I walk in silence for a bit; I can feel her watching me. 'Robyn Emily Blake, I asked you a question.' She never calls me by my full name unless she's serious about something. I sigh. 'I'm not seeing anyone.' I try to keep my answer neutral. 'Why not?' 'Because', I huff. 'Whyyyyyyyyyyy?' she wheedles. I can't help myself, I laugh. Lexi has this way of sounding impossibly cute and adorable. I'd liken it to the way a kitten demands attention. I'm powerless against it, and she knows it, the bitch. 'Because I've never met anyone who interested me,' I respond. 'Lex, I went to Uni with a class of social misfits who couldn't see past the fact that I had two X chromosomes. I work with a bunch of lovely people who are to a first approximation neckbeards.' (She makes a sympathetic face here). 'I gym and run as an outlet for frustration, not as a way to partake in a meat-market. And my climbing partners, while awesome, are just that, partners.' 'So, no boys then.' she says. 'No boys, no.' We walk on for a bit. 'Girls then?' she asks, mischievously. 'Lexi!' I say, and barge her. 'I knew it, it's girls!' she laughs. 'Damnit, Lex, stop teasing me!' She dodges my attempt to smack her, holds up her hands in capitulation and then comes back next to me, taking my arm again. We walk on, and I listen to the wind and think. There was a boy who tried, once. James, someone I met during a first-year social at University. He was funny, but it petered out pretty quickly when I was clearly not interested in anything but friendship. Part of me was glad, the constant flirting was tiring. I've never been into men. Yes, they're fun, and some of them (like my climbers) are incredibly well built and attractive examples. But I've never felt that spark. I first noticed girls when I was 12. I was an awkward gangly freckled girl who didn't fit into the 'sugar, spice and everything nice' mould. I'd sooner play football than be inside learning to be cultured. I'd sooner be waist deep in a bog than be in a dress. This singled me out, and made me a target for ridicule throughout school. Loosing Mum and Dad made everything a million times worse, because I no longer had either of them to listen to me or hold me while I sobbed. But I had Lexi. I told her everything. Everything, that is, except this. --- We've reached the weir, and I stop and take a deep breath, shoving aside my thoughts. 'Here we are!' said Lexi. I shoot her a glance; she's looking around with unfeigned interest. I squat down and pull off my shoes and socks, then roll up my hiking trousers. Lexi watches me with amusement as I take a wincing step into the water (still cold in March!) and walk carefully from rock to submerged rock out to the large boulder a third of the way out into the river. While only maybe ten metres wide at most, the river is still swift and deep and stocked with trout; sometimes you can see the fish flitting along between the rocks. The weir upstream has a fish ladder, and water is churning over it. I love the noise of water and of wind in trees. Thus I regard the weir and the perch downstream as my personal sanctuary. I come here to think, and more often than I care to admit, to wallow in self-pity. 'How's the water?' she calls. 'Crisp', I call back. She's removed her shoes and is standing by the riverbank, looking dubious. 'Don't be a ninny.' I call. 'It won't kill you.' She steps gingerly out. The broad flat rocks are visible under the surface so it is difficult to misstep, but one crosses them cautiously. I hold out a hand and pull her up to the perch. 'Welcome to my throne!' I say, with a mock bow. 'If I fits I sits!' she laughs, and sits down. I flop down next to her and we lean companionably against one another. There is no sound but the wind and the water. It's lovely. Lexi's shoulder is warm against mine. 'Why the sudden need to poke into my life?' I ask, after a while. 'I worry about you' she responds. 'Always have, always will.' I snort. 'I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself'. 'I know. But you're always going to be my baby sister, and I still feel responsible for you,' says Lexi. I frown. 'Lex, you raised me and polished me. You don't need to waste energy worrying about me. I have a great job and friends and I'm fine.' She leans her head forward onto a knee and looks back up at me. 'Are you?' she says, quietly. The words 'Of course' die in my throat. For some reason, I think of Mum. Before I can help myself, I start to cry. 'Goddamn it, Alexis!' I snarl, scrubbing furiously at my face. 'Why can't you just leave well enough alone?' 'Because it's not in my nature.' she says, quietly. She sits back up and puts an arm around me, pulling me in close. 'Fess up, Robyn. I know you're unhappy. I've been watching you for longer than you know and I can see you're not all there.' 'I don't want to talk about it.' 'You need to open up to someone, Robs'. 'No.' She sighs, and we sit in quiet again for a while, apart from my sniffs as I try to regain composure. Lexi is humming, Dvorak I think. Slowly I calm again. The water's always helped me. 'I'm lonely' she says, suddenly. 'Why?' I respond, cautiously. Lexi doesn't share much of what goes on upstairs - I read her moods from her body and music. I'm good at that. 'Just am. I miss Mum and Dad and the cousins. Also Andrew.' she says, quietly. 'That cheating sack of guts?' I exclaim, unbelievingly. She smiles a small, sad smile. 'Yeah, him. He was good for me, Robs.' 'Except when he cheated on you.' 'Yeah, well. I still miss him.' she sighs. 'He had such lovely strong arms, and he kissed so nicely.' I make a retch-face and she grins. 'God, Alexis. I'd rather imagine you kissing Tony Blair than Andrew'. We laugh quietly. She leans her head against me and we're quiet for a bit again. 'He had a great tongue too...' she whispers. I can feel myself going bright red. Always have, always will, I could light up a room when I'm embarrassed. 'Alexis!' I exclaim. 'Seriously, Robs, you're twenty-one and blushing like that? What on earth is wrong with you?' she jokes. 'I just... I don't... eeuw... I don't want to know things like that!' I gasp, laughing. But I'm lying, because suddenly the vision of my sister and Andrew is in my mind. I shudder. 'You ever been with a guy, Robs?' she asks, curious. 'Thousands' I respond sarcastically. 'I don't even feel it any more, it's like throwing a sausage down a corridor down there'. Vengeance is mine as I watch her eyes widen. She stifles a snort and then bursts out laughing. I bless my climbing friends for my expanded vocabulary and the incredibly foul images I'm now able to conjure. 'Oh my god, Robyn. That's the grossest thing I've ever heard come out of your mouth.' she cackles. I join in, unable to help myself, and we descend into a whooping cacophony as we fully enjoy the image I just let loose. Finally, we're spent. I manage to take a deep breath, and sit up again. 'I love this', she says. 'Just talking to you.' 'Me too', I respond. 'We don't do it enough. I get caught up in the 'net and work'. 'And I do in my music' she agrees. 'Ships passing in the night, you and I'. 'At least we've got the same home port'. She smiles agreement and shoulder bumps me. 'Come on Robs, sun will be going down soon and I'm getting a bit chilly.' We cross back to the riverbank and pull on socks and shoes over our damp feet, then squelch back home at a relaxed pace. Lexi's humming again; she's seldom truly quiet. I listen, but can't recognise the piece she's humming. So I amuse myself by watching for squirrels and listening to the sound of the woodland around us. Soon enough we're home, and a good job of it too because the clouds have started to crowd in from the Northwest and the light is dying. --- I eye my Mac guiltily. I should be working, my company has a release going live in the next month and we're behind. But I'm tired and moody and, quite honestly, feeling a bit strung out after Lexi's probing earlier. So I'm going to pamper myself tonight. I head over to the fireplace and lay us a fire the way Dad taught me, feeling a bit sad at the thought of him. So emotional today, Robs. Ice maiden status temporarily revoked. I snort at that, and strike a match to the kindling. As the light dims, the firelight warms the room and, also, my soul - I'm an elemental girl. I stand and stretch, then wander over to the sideboard and pour myself a tumbler of Talisker - Dad's favourite. I grab a pillow and a blanket from the cupboard and spread them on the floor, liberating some additional cushions from the couches along the way. Soon, I'm lying on my side, facing the fire and losing myself in the flames and the whisky. I must have dosed off at some point, because I wake up to Lexi shaking my shoulder and summoning me to supper. I stack some more wood on the fire to build it up again and head through to our kitchen. Dad had always wanted to knock through the wall to make the entire space open plan, but had never got round to it, and neither have Lexi or I since then. So suppers are always in the kitchen, at our battered old oak table with space for six and settings for just two. 'Wine?' I ask her, and she nods distractedly as she dishes up. I grab us a bottle of some indeterminate Italian red and pour us both some, using our mismatched everyday glasses. Cooking is one of the few areas I can beat Lexi, but hers meals are still great and we've never been in any danger of starving. I favour Eastern, she favours Mediterranean, but an appreciation of food is something we share and so supper is time we always put work aside so that we can just be. 'When's your next concert?' I ask her. Lexi works as a music teacher, but far prefers performing. She's a member of the Philharmonic Orchestra, and has in the past gone on tours to the States and the Continent. 'In a few weeks time,' she returns. 'Mahler and Haydn' 'Solos?' I ask. 'Of course' she says, grinning. 'Nice' I say. Something to look forward to, I love the concerts. She smiles and stretches, and I catch myself watching her, again. I quickly drop my eyes and poke at my food some more. I'm not really especially hungry but the food is delicious and Lexi went through some effort to make it, so I try my best. I look up and find her watching me. She smiles as I take another bite, but the smile dies as I push the plate away and take a large sip of wine. 'Robs, you're too skinny. You should eat more' she says. 'Balls', I say. 'I don't have your metabolism, Lex. I explode if I don't gym my ass off'. 'Hah!' she exclaims. 'At least you have an ass.' 'Knock it off, Alexis. You're the most beautiful woman in the world.' I say without thinking. 'Oh Robs, now you're fibbing.' she retorts, and leans back into the chair, sipping her wine. Whether it's the wine or the earlier probing or what, I don't know. But to hear my sister deprecating herself is too much for me to bear right now. 'Bullshit, Lex!' I explode. 'Christ, have you ever looked at yourself? You're as graceful as a dancer and as lithe as a fucking cat and you say you're not gorgeous? Bullshit!' She's watching me, wild eyed, but I don't care anymore. 'You could be a model, Lexi, and your face is stunning. You're beautiful, you're sexy, you're a goddamn concert cellist, you're pretty much every man's wet dream, so stop talking yourself down right now, do you hear me!' I shout. Alexis 'Whoa, Robs, calm down! I wasn't talking myself down!' she protests. 'Yes, you were, and don't you ever dare do it in front of me again!' I get up and storm back into the lounge, to flump down and stare at the fire. I can feel the embarrassment at my overreaction crawling its way up my throat to my face. But I sit and sulk. It can't have been long before Alexis walks through to the lounge. --- 'Mind if I sit?' 'Knock yourself out, Lexi.' She lowers herself down on the blanket next to me. I shoot her a glance, then look away. 'Sorry for upsetting you, Robs. I was just teasing.' 'Maybe, but it hurts me when you talk trash about yourself.' 'Why?' 'Because you're my awesome big sister and I hate that you might not love yourself as much as I love you.' 'Robs, listen... ' 'No, you listen, Lex. You're an amazing, caring, gentle woman. You stayed here to look after me when you could have made it big elsewhere. I will not sit here and listen to you talk yourself down. You're gorgeous. Repeat it after me!' Lexi gives me an odd look, but recovers and assumes a naughty schoolgirl pose. 'You're gorgeous', she says seriously. 'Alexis!' I yell, and hit her with a pillow. She laughs, leans back out of range of my second attack, and then suddenly hugs me fiercely, taking the wind out of my sails. 'And you,' she whispers, 'are just as gorgeous. So here's the deal. You stop talking yourself down, and I will to.' 'I don't!' I protest. 'Yeah, you do, and you know it.' she responds. There's not really that much I can say. Lexi pulls her legs up under herself, and stares at the fire. 'I'm serious, Robyn. I don't know why you're so anti-people. You're a stunning woman, if you'd only comb the twigs out of your hair.' 'My twigs!' I mutter. 'Mine.' She laughs again, and pats me on the head. 'Any more of that whisky left?' she asks. I go grab us both a tumbler, then come and sit back down next to her. 'Thanks', she says, and sips it. She pulls a face. 'Never understood how you could drink this stuff'. 'It's Dad's favourite' I say quietly. She glances at me, then sighs. 'Didn't know that' she murmurs. 'Do you still miss them?' I ask her. 'Every second of every minute of every day', she responds tiredly. 'I was so angry with them, Lexi. So angry. I couldn't believe they did something so stupid. Why drive through that storm, knowing the roads haven't been gritted?' 'They wanted to get home' she says. 'Clever people make silly decisions every day. Sometimes that catches them out.' I stare into my tumbler. Lexi reaches out and wraps an arm around me, pulling me closer. 'Do you regret being saddled with me?' I ask, quietly. 'What?' she exclaims. 'God, Robyn, no! You're my sister, of course I'm not saddled with you, you needed me and I stayed for you!' 'But you had a chance at an awesome life out there' 'My life is here. I'm only twenty four, Robs, plenty of time for me to explore the world!' 'But you're here and lonely.' 'Less lonely than I'd be without you.' I sigh, and drain my tumbler, then fetch the bottle and refill it. Lexi eyes me, then drains hers as well and presents her tumbler for a top-up. 'You sure?' I ask 'Hit me' she says, so I do. She's a lightweight, but we don't have anywhere to go, so what's the worst that can happen. 'Fire needs more wood', she volunteers after a silence. I oblige and build it up. She arranges the pilfered sofa pillows for us and we both lie back. 'So have you kissed a boy?' she asks. 'Not this again!' I protest. 'I'm curious!' she responds. 'Humour me, it's cold outside, it's just the two of us, and we're getting drunk and spilling secrets, so you can spill this one!' I grumble. Then think. 'Maybe once, at a varsity party.' 'What!' she exclaims. 'Seriously, you've never kissed a guy?' 'Lexi!' I protest. 'Why does it matter, good god!' 'Robs, are you...' 'Still a virgin?' I finish for her. She blushes, guiltily. 'Yeah. I am. Unless you count my regular liaisons with Mr Palm and his five lovely sons' 'Robyn' she shrieks, laughing. 'Oh god, I'm sorry, that hilarious. But seriously, what?' 'Never felt the need' I mutter. 'My lady parts are just fine by themselves.' 'But surely you've wanted to?', she asks. 'Alexis, seriously, I'm not going to get into this with you right now!' 'Oh Robyn,' she sighs, theatrically, and slumps back onto the pillows. I turn my head to watch her. She's got an impish grin. 'It's the best feeling ever', she says, after a moment. 'What, kissing?' 'No, sex.' 'Lexi, seriously, you're starting to make me feel really uncomfortable.' 'Why?' she asks, raising herself onto an elbow and looking down at me. 'Why does this make you so embarrassed? Don't you find it interesting to talk about sex?' 'Of course I do,' I protest, 'but you're my sister!' 'So?' she asks. 'Surely that means you can talk with me?' 'Lexi, please stop.' 'Why are you so afraid to open up to me?' I sit up abruptly and stare at the fire. I knock back my whisky, refill it, and knock that back too, gagging slightly as it burns its way down to my stomach. 'Robs?' she asks, quietly. 'I've never seen you do that before. What's going on?' 'You want to know why I'm sad? Why I'm a loner? Why I don't open up? Because. Because I'm still a virgin. Because I like girls.' There's a silence. I close my eyes, feeling them start to burn. This isn't how I imagined telling her. Lexi clears her throat. 'I thought you might. Why's it taken you so long to tell me?' I start to shiver as the sobs come. 'Because I was scared, dummy!' I yell. 'I had nobody to talk to about it. I would have been expelled if it had been discovered. And then if I'd told you you'd have left me I'd have nobody left! I'd have... been... alone' 'Oh Robyn,' Lexi sighs, and scoops me up. 'Shhh. Oh god, Robs, I wish you'd told me sooner. I've suspected for years, love. What made you think I'd leave you?' 'Because everyone else has!' I'm not too proud to cry. I just try not to because it hurts so damn much. But Lexi is there, holding me till it’s over. It still hurts like hell. But like everything it passes eventually. She gets up and disappears, returning with tissues which I promptly decimate, sacrificing the used ones to the fire. Lexi grabs another blanket which she wraps around my shoulders. 'I must look lovely right now,' I manage. 'Stunning', she winks at me. 'Bright eyed and bushy tailed.' I choke, then cough, then laugh. 'How long?' I ask, after a while. 'At least three years, possibly longer. You never talked about boys and you never mentioned girls who were friends. Then you left your Mac around one day and I was inquisitive.' 'Oh god' I mutter. 'Yeah, that'll teach you' she grins. 'Your browser history was interesting. I learned a few things.' 'Lexi!' I yell, helplessly. 'What?' she says, innocently. 'You left it unlocked and you know I'm nosey.' 'Nosier than I thought'. I make a mental note to start clearing my history frequently. The fire crackles a bit. 'Kissed any girls?' Lexi asks. I sigh. 'No. Never had the chance. I liked a girl desperately. Never plucked up the courage to tell her. It's for the best.' 'That's a pity' she says. More silence. 'I'm going to shower' she announces, as she stands and stretches. Lexi stretching is something else. She rises onto her toes, arches her back, tilts her head and reaches up as if she's trying to fly. It's like ballet, and like always I watch her. She's always so graceful. 'You going to be up a while, Robs?' 'Yeah.' 'Ok, see you in a bit then.' --- I curl up, watching the coals and mentally picking at the jagged bits inside me. I feel exhausted yet somehow better for it. Truth be told I'd always dreaded this moment. Lexi must have known. I wonder how long she'd been plotting on how to yank me out of the closet. She's always been able to know what I'm thinking. Unbidden, the image of her and Andrew comes to me again. I shift, uncomfortably. I've seen Lexi undressed far enough to have a reasonably intimate knowledge of her body, and in my current state it makes me very uneasy. Her breasts are small. Stop it. Her mid-shoulder length blond hair is tousled. Stop it, Robyn. Light sheen of sweat on her skin. Mouth open, eyes closed. Stop it, Robyn. Stop it. To distract myself, I throw more wood onto the fire and pick up a magazine. Furniture. Couches. Settees. Beds. None help. I squeeze my legs together in frustration and groan. I have a suspicion that I'm highly sexed, but practical experience has, alas, been lacking, bar self-exploration. I've always had a visual imagination, hence the porn links on my laptop. Thank God she never found the fiction, I think to myself. I'm too drunk to go for a run and too horny to shut my mind down. Desperate times, desperate measures. I lie back down on the floor, drag the blanket over me, and unbutton my pants. I slip my hand down under the waistband of my briefs (more comfortable than panties) and try to relax. As always, I'm ridiculously wet and my finger slips effortlessly over the hood of my clitoris; but release eludes me and my frustration wars with the faint haze of alcohol, with alcohol winning. I feel warm and safe, if frustrated, and less wound up than I can ever remember feeling. Clearly opening myself up to Alexis has removed a major stressor from my life. I don't even remember falling asleep. At some point during the night I snort awake, finding myself under some additional blankets. Lexi the blanket fairy must have visited while I was sleeping. I roll over. The fire is still flickering and by its light I can see Lexi asleep on the couch, under some more blankets. Odd - she usually only sleeps in her own bed. She's lying on her back, legs slightly bent. Suddenly she shifts one of her legs, and I hear a soft whimper. The blankets are moving slightly. Is she... she is! I feel myself starting to flush and my pulse starts to race as I realise I've caught her playing with herself. It's incredibly embarrassing. I know I should make some noise, roll over again or something, but I can't... I'm so turned on by the thought that my sister is masturbating not three metres from me that I can't do anything but slowly slide my own hand back down, slipping a finger gently between my lips and finding my clit. I stroke myself, heart thumping in my chest, listening Alexis playing with herself. I can hear her breathing tempo increase, and my own does in sympathy. I build and build, then my thighs clamp down on my hand as I start to climax, finger stroking along my clit and lips down to my aching entrance while I hear Alexis whimpering a quiet 'fuckfuckfuck'. I lie dead still as I recover, trying not to shudder. My orgasm was strong, verging on epic. And I feel incredibly dirty at the thought that it was the sight and sound of my sister playing with herself that made it so hot for me. I hear her shifting, and quickly close my eyes to slits. Her eyes are open and she's looking my way. She watches me, for maybe thirty seconds. Then she sighs, rolls back over, and doesn't move again. --- I sleep eventually, and I don't remember dreaming. When I finally wake up, grey light is filtering through the French doors and Lexi is gone; her blankets are still crumpled where she left them. I stand and stretch the kinks out of my back, then go hunting some coffee. I nurse a cup of it at the table and mull over what I saw. I've always been peripherally aware of Lexi's habits. She's an attractive and friendly person, and she's comfortable with herself. But, fantasies aside, until now I'd not thought of her as a blatantly sexual creature. Perhaps this was a peculiar blindness because she's my sister. It's silly, in retrospect. I masturbate. Frequently. It's only logical that she would as well. But seeing her actually doing it was something else entirely. I suddenly realise that I'm still in yesterday’s clothes and grimace. Lexi might mock me for my tangled hair but I still prefer being clean to being dirty. I head upstairs and turn on the shower, giving the gas boiler time to warm the water before I climb in. I catch a glimpse of myself in the full length mirror, and whimsically pause to eye myself. Lexi called me gorgeous. I snort. My mousy brown hair frames a face that I would call plain. In the right light I suppose I could verge on 'attractive'. I pout and then blow a kiss at my reflection. Then I shake my head, annoyed at my vanity. Flirty, hot Robyn is an apparition. Plodding backwoods Robyn is the everyday reality. I undress and strip out of my sports bra and briefs. Then I stand and stare at myself, taking stock. I'm slim and toned, with only the slightest hint of extra padding around my bum. At least there's that, I suppose. If I can't be hot I can at least be hardcore. I cup my breasts and squeeze them together gently. Adequate cleavage. Not that it matters right now, given that I'm my only lover. 'Oh get over yourself' I tell my reflection, and then climb into the shower. It's gloriously hot, thank God for gas. I brace my forearms against the wall and then lean forward, letting the hot water sluice over my head and shoulders. I close my eyes and daydream, imagining myself a tropical island with a waterfall this hot that I can stand under for hours without gas bills. I don't know how long I stand there. When I open my eyes, though, Lexi is leading against the bathroom door, grinning at me. I squawk. 'Shit, Lexi!' 'Don't stop on my account', she laughs. I grab frantically for a towel to cover myself with. 'Oh God, Robs, I've seen just about all of it anyway, I don't know why you're bothering to hide your bod from me.' 'Get out, Lexi!' I shriek, flailing at the taps as I realise I'm soaking my towel under the shower jet. I spin, blinded by the water, and my usually great sense of balance lets me down. Ever dropped a melon or a coconut? A head on tiles makes a sound like that. For some reason this thought is uppermost in my mind in the seconds immediately after I fall backwards and crash against the wall. I vaguely realise that Alexis is shouting. My ears don't seem to work properly. It hurts like hell. The water is pink. Water shouldn't be pink. Pink water is bad news, after all. I giggle to myself. Sharks and stuff. Somehow Lexi gets me out of the shower and props me up agaist the bathroom wall. She pushes a facecloth against my head and gives me an imperious 'Hold this and do not move' before she disappears. I woozily wonder where she's gone. My head is stinging like billy-o behind my ear where the facecloth is. Lexi rematerializes. 'Don't move, Robs. I'm warning you, I'll slap you if you do'. She starts wrapping something around my head, pulling my fingers out the way as she gets it down where she told me to hold. Her face is beautifully framed between the white sparkles which are swimming through my vision. 'You have very pretty lights, Lexi.' I say, seriously. 'Can I have some of them?' 'Shut it, Robs. Don't move'. She disappears again and I sit, happily watching the lights as they pinwheel. My fingers are tingling as well - maybe the lights are doing it. Lexi appears again, with a tracksuit. 'Put your feet into this', she says as she holds the tracksuit pants for me, and I oblige. She slides them up to my butt, then grabs the top. 'Arms through the arms', she says, and I oblige again. This is a fun game! Lexi eases the tracksuit top over my head and pulls it down. 'Robs, we're going to the A&E,' she says levelly. 'I need you to help me; I'm not strong, so I need you to try to walk downstairs without slipping. Can you walk downstairs and hold onto the banister and not slip, Robs?' 'Of course' I slur. 'Can do it blindfolded.' Lexi snorts. 'Ok, on three, I'm going to pull you up. One, two, three!' and up I go. God, my head hurts. Lexi pulls up my tracksuit pants and somehow we manage to stagger downstairs. Lexi steers me out the front door and down the driveway to mum's old Peugeot. The gravel hurts my bare feet. She manoeuvres me into the passenger seat and closes the door. I think that's the point that I zone out at. I don't remember going there, coming home, or Lexi putting me into bed, but she must have, because bed is where I wake up. --- It's only 11am, according to the clock. 'Robs?' I turn my head gingerly. Focussing is a bit difficult right now. 'Hey'. She's sitting on Mum's old chaise longue, which has been dragged into my room to serve as Lexi's perch. Music is scattered all over the place, but none's currently in her lap. I squint at her. I could almost swear she's been crying. But that's crazy, Lexi doesn't cry. 'How're you feeling?' she asks with concern. 'Woozy' I manage. 'Did you catch the guy who hit me?' Lexi unfolds her legs, stands and steps over to the bed, sitting down facing me. 'You had me really scared there, Robs.' I raise a hand and probe my skull. Lots of bandages. Awesome. 'I don't remember much. I hope I didn't bleed everywhere.' 'I'm really sorry, Robyn' she says, softly. 'Forget it, Lexi.' 'You know I'm not built that way'. 'Lexi. It's not your fault I'm a klutz' 'It's my fault you were clumsy. I flustered you and you slipped.' 'Yeah, fair enough, seeing you there was pretty random. What were you doing? Watching me shower?' 'I'd just got back home. I heard the water running and came up to say good morning. I wasn't there for more than 5 seconds.' '5 seconds, huh?', I tease. 'Okay, maybe 10.' I eye her blearily. 'Seriously? You were checking me out.' 'I wasn't!' she protests. 'Alexis Julia Blake, you know as well as I do, 2 seconds is a glance and 10 seconds is checking me out.' She's quiet for a bit, and then says, quietly, 'Alright, you got me.' Now it's my turn to be silenced. 'What? Seriously?' I finally manage. I struggle with this concept, briefly. 'I just wanted to have something to judge myself by. You're the only girl I know closely enough to ask. I was going to ask, but then you went hara-kiri on me.' I shake my head reflexively, then groan as the pain hits me. 'Don't do that' says Lexi. I slump back into the pillows. 'Wish you'd told me not to do that 3 seconds earlier.' I manage. Then I take a breath. 'Why on earth do you need to have someone to judge yourself by, Lexi?' 'Because...' 'Because why?' 'Because guys will lie through their teeth to you if they think they're going to get lucky.' I stare at her. 'Um. Ok, outside my realms of experience, but if you say so.' 'Take it from me. I know so. So I want... I want an impartial judge.' I throw up my hands. 'This day couldn't get much weirder, could it.' Lexi gives me a hurt look. 'I'm sorry, Robs, this was a bad idea. Forget I mentioned anything.' 'No, Lexi, slow down. I'm sore. I'm trying to get up to speed. Ok?' She leans back slightly, then sighs. 'Ok.' 'So you wanted to see me... nude... so you had someone to judge yourself by? Why me? I'm hardly a good yardstick.' 'Can it, Robs' she warns me. 'We made a deal. Stop talking yourself down. Holy shit, girl, half the women in my orchestra want to kill you every time they see you backstage with me. They're insanely jealous of you.' 'Of me?' I say incredulously. 'Little Robyn stay-at-home, with the twigs in her hair?' 'You really don't get it, do you?' Alexis says flatly. 'God, if you weren't injured I'd thump you, you're so dense sometimes. To them you're this totally together hard-as-nails girl who probably chases down reindeer on the Tundra and skins wolves with her bare hands. You show up and don't give a shit and the men in the orchestra go nuts and the women want to eat your liver. You have this aura and these women can't handle it - they can't conceive that you have it so together that you just don't give two brass pennies about their dresses and their hair and the three hours they spend doing their makeup. You have no idea how attractive that makes you.' Alexis That shuts me up for a bit. Alexis stares down at me, then she shakes her head and sighs. 'I wish you could see yourself the way I see you,' she says. 'You have this wonderful classic face and gorgeous cheekbones. I could spend an hour on you and give men heart-attacks just from seeing you.' 'Liar', I mutter. 'Don't do that' she says, severely. I'm quiet for a while. 'So what now?' I say. 'That depends on you. You're confined to this bedroom for today, and you're not going anywhere tomorrow either. Doctor's orders.' 'I'll have to work tomorrow, Lexi. I don't have time for this.' 'Nope, you'll do as you're told', she says. 'I'm eldest and I know best.' I crook an eyebrow and she smiles wanly. 'That is, if we ignore today's events.' 'I still can't believe you wanted to see me nude.' I say. 'It seemed logical at the time.' 'How would it help? You'd still be looking at yourself and comparing yourself to an idealised image of me.' 'True,' she says. 'Plan B'. Before I know what she's doing she's got her hands on the hem of her shirt and she's pulling it over her head. 'Lexi! What the hell?' I exclaim. 'Fair's fair' she says, and drops the shirt onto the chaise longue. 'Lexi, please, for the love of God, stop.' She ignores me as she stands, and starts to unbutton her jeans. 'Alexis. Please. Don't do this to me.' My voice is hoarse. She pauses. 'Robs, what's the big deal? You've seen my knickers before. And I need an honest opinion.' I can't not look. But I try not to stare. Lexi backs away from the bed and kicks herself free of her jeans, then stands, somewhat self-consciously. 'Well?' she demands. I swallow. 'Please put your clothes back on.' 'Look at me, Robyn.' she says, flatly. 'I'm asking you to do this for me because I need your help. I hardly ever ask you for anything. Help me, now.' She turns slowly, posing like a ballerina for me. Her high, small breasts are cupped by her white lacy brassiere, and her panties are traced with lace and bows. She's lithe, no spare weight, but no muscle tone visible. But it doesn't matter. Lexi's ethereal - she doesn't look like she belongs in our world. Slight shoulders and hips, a perfect neck, and brilliant gold hair falling in gentle waves down to a point between her shoulder blades, which are lightly dusted with a sprinkle of freckles from a pre-teen sunburn. 'And?' she asks. I shrug, helpless now. 'Galadriel', I whisper. Lexi stares at me. 'What?' she says. 'You'd be Galadriel. In the Lord of the Rings. You don't belong in this world. You're too perfect.' 'You're serious.' 'Deadly.' I say, softly. She takes a deep breath, and impulsively reaches round behind herself. 'Lexi, what are you... ' 'I need a full opinion, Robyn.' She unclips her brassiere, and lets it fall to the floor. My breath catches in my throat. But it gets worse - she hooks her fingers under the waistband of her underwear and slides them slowly down, bending forward as she does. Then she kicks them free and slowly stands up straight, staring at me. Her deep brown eyes are unreadable. I don't dare look away from them. 'You're totally taking advantage of me.' I say, flatly. 'Yeah.' she responds. 'I could never have had the courage to do this without you being incapacitated and me being drunk.' 'You're drunk?' 'Triple on the rocks.' 'Bad judgement drink' I say, trying to barter a way out of this situation. 'Only sometimes,' she responds. 'Now. My appraisal.' She puts her hands on her hips, and raises her chin, daring me. This is a weird and very unsettling side of Lexi that I haven't ever encountered before. I can read her well enough to usually know what she wants before she thinks to ask for it. To have outright demands made of me is strange. That they're these demands transcends entirely new dimensions of strangeness that I am absolutely unable to navigate. There's a saying that when you've got a tiger by the tail, you've just got to hang on. And that's what I'm doing, hanging on by my fingernails and waiting for the mauling. I can't help it. She's standing there, starkers, telling me... no, ordering me to look at her. It's not my fault, I tell myself. I try to suppress the hot ache in my belly as I look at her perfect, high, perky breasts, her small, beautiful nipples with their tiny dark areolas, her flat stomach, the gentle curve of her belly and the shaven mound of her sex, barely visible between her pale and unblemished inner thighs. 'Jesus' I whisper. 'Do I pass muster?' she asks, seriously. 'God, Lexi. You're killing me here.' 'What?' 'Lexi, please. I'm begging you. Please put your clothes back on. It's getting really uncomfortable for me.' 'Oh? OH!' The penny drops. 'Oh God, Robs, I didn't even think of that. Uh, let me put my shirt and underwear on.' She dresses quickly, clearly embarrassed. As for me, I want the earth to open and swallow me up. I squeeze my eyes closed, opening them only when Lexi gives me a brittle 'Done!'. --- She's sitting on the chaise longue again, legs tucked under her, head bowed. 'I'm really fucking today up' she says, suddenly, and scrubs roughly at her face with her fists. Lexi doesn't swear often. I only hear it when she's really stressed. 'Not as badly as I am' I reply, quietly. She looks up and meets my gaze again. 'I'm sorry, Robs, I totally forgot about what you told me yesterday. I'm an ass. Please forgive me?' I squint over at and muster a smile. 'How could I hold a floor show like that against you?' Her eyes widen and she snorts, then starts to laugh. I join in. Suddenly, the brewing tension bursts like a soap bubble and is gone. 'You're crazy' I say to her. 'Cuckoo.' she chirps. 'Play me something to help the pain?' I beg, after a while. She stands and disappears downstairs, reappearing shortly with her battered cello case. She sits on the edge of the chaise longue, facing me, and rests her cello between her legs. She looks up at me, smiles a small smile, and starts to play as I close my eyes. The tune is rich but sad, at once haunting and yet totally unfamiliar. I'm too sore to try to puzzle out the composer or period; for once my brain lets me just listen. The music fills me, driving out the unbelievable strangeness of the morning I've just experienced, allowing me to unwind and, for a moment, forget the pain in my head and the ache between my legs. I open my eyes again and watch her as she plays, her eyes closed as she feels the music, moving in time, dancing her dance with the instrument. Sunlight through my bedroom window wakes me; it's clearly late afternoon for it to be shining in here. Lexi's cello is leaning against the wall in the corner, and Lexi is curled up further down my bed, under a small throw, head pillowed on her arm. She looks so vulnerable when she sleeps. My heart aches for her as I think about how lonely she must be, stuck here with me. For all her protestations, I think she'd have had a happier life elsewhere. I watch her breathing. Her cheeks and nose are red; she's been crying again. This hurts a lot; the idea of her crying while I'm asleep and not able to see, or help, or even just hold her. I slowly fight my way free of the blankets, trying not to wake her. Everything is spinning a bit, and my head is pounding, but I manage to steer myself to the window seat that my dad built for me. I lie back and close my eyes, basking in the remaining daylight. Heating me even more, though, is the memory of Alexis' perfect body and the almost daring way she stripped for me. I chalk that one up to the alcohol. I feel dirty. I should be able to banish these images of her easily. But I can't. Sister or not, she's transformed into my own personal goddess of sex and my mind turns somersaults at the image of her naked in front of me. I groan. I'm too sore to do a damn thing so all I can do is vainly try to think of other things. --- Eventually I doze again, only to wake after some indeterminate time as Lexi calls my name. I look over to the bed; she's rolled over and is looking my way. 'Hey, sleepyhead' I say. 'Takes one to know one,' she responds quietly. 'How's your head?' 'Unpleasant. Can we go downstairs?' I ask, pleadingly. 'I'm going mental up here.' 'Only if you promise to hold onto the banister and tell me if you feel dizzy.' 'Cross my heart and hope to be mugged by badgers.' 'That'll do' she responds, and we eventually make it downstairs. Lexi leaves me propped against the door to the lounge while she drags the couch in front of the fireplace; then steers me to it and makes sure I'm properly enthroned with cushions. She starts a fire, then comes and sits on the floor in front of me so that she can lean her head against me. We listen to the fire hiss and pop as it starts to take hold. 'I'm sorry for trying to bleed to death in the shower' I say, after a while. 'I'm sorry for subjecting you to a sibling strip-show' she returns. 'Consider yourself soundly chastised.' 'Spanked?' 'Like a red-headed stepchild.' I shift painfully, then roll onto my side so I'm facing the fire as well. I reach out and run my hands through Lexi's hair. 'Seriously, though, stop blaming yourself for it. I'm the one who tripped.' She says nothing. 'Lexi?' I ask, after a while. 'Hmm?' she responds. 'You were crying earlier. Why?' She's quiet for a long time, then turns to look at me. Her eyes are dark in the firelight; I can't read them. 'Boy troubles?' I hazard. She snorts. 'If only. Just general malaise, Robs.' 'You've never cried because of that before.' 'I was freaking out about you. I guess the stress all just caught up with me.' 'Well, you can stop now, ok? I've got a thick skull. I'll have another scar for my collection, that's all.' 'You have too many of those already' she says, turning back to look at the fire. 'How out of it was I?' I ask, curiously. 'Pretty far gone. You were giggling. And going on about sharks.' 'Sorry.' 'Don't you sorry me, Robs. 9 stitches is quite a bump. Doc says it was a nice jagged split (his words, not mine) and it should heal well.' I watch her. She's sitting very still, and her voice sounds weird. 'Lexi?' She starts to tremble, and then she spins around and grabs me in a fierce hug. I feel her shaking and I awkwardly wrap my one free arm around her. 'I was so scared' she whispers into my neck. 'There was so much blood; I thought I'd killed you at first.' I squeeze her as best I can, and slowly the shaking stops. She takes a deep, shuddering breath, and scrubs at her eyes with the back of a hand. Impulsively I plant a kiss on her forehead; something she's always done to me but that I've never reciprocated, till now. I feel an upwelling of fierce love for my sister, this strong but fragile woman who weathered everything life threw at us while still managing to raise me on the straight and narrow path. I snort at the inadvertent pun, then shake my head at Lexi's puzzled frown. 'Come up here' I say. 'There's room for both of us.' I wriggle back against the backrest of the couch, and make room for Lexi to squeeze herself in just in front of me. It works because she's a waif and I'm slender; if either of us had any spare weight she'd be on the floor. It's a tight fit, but we manage, and I wrap my left arm around her to hold her against me. --- We lie, listening to the fire hissing. My breathing falls into a natural rhythm, and hers slows to match it. I can smell her now; the geranium scent she always wears intermingling with the smell of her skin. I try to keep my arm somewhere neutral, but to me nowhere on her body really fits that description any more. If I just close my eyes I can remember her in vivid detail. I cast around desperately for a safe topic of conversation, and come up blank. ‘This is so nice', Lexi says suddenly. 'Just to be held, for once.' 'Now you know why I always came running to you when I was sad. You give the best hugs.' 'I think you might have me beaten there,' she says. 'Seriously, though, I can feel every muscle in your stomach right now.' This embarrasses me and I try to pull away, but Lexi protests. 'No, don't go away. It's nice. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy how strong you are.' I stop trying to wriggle away and just lie still for a while, with Lexi pressed up against me. Her comment has aroused my curiosity, though, and I take the chance to pry. 'How long's it been?' 'Too long,' she responds with barely a pause. 'Surely there must be somebody?' 'All by myself... ', she sings, before sighing. 'Why?' Short, direct questions seem to be working. 'I got burned.' She sighs again, then takes a deep breath. 'Men lie, Robs. At least you don't have to worry about that.' 'No, I just get to fall for people who don't want me.' 'Trade you,' she says, quietly. 'Believe me, you don't wanna.' I reply. 'Boobies everywhere and I can't seem to get my paws on any.' Lexi cackles, and after a short gap I join in, realising how self-pitying I'd just sounded. 'Girls be crazy' she says once she's calmed down. 'I can't believe nobody's wanted to jump your bones yet.' 'You know me, Lexi. Couldn't chat up a hooker if my life depended on it.' 'Ah, crap Robs' she says. 'You're so easy to talk to.' 'That's just because I like you, Lex.' 'Hah. I'm a difficult, high maintenance bitch, Robs.' 'Who the hell said that?' 'Andrew did.' 'That fuckshit!' I exclaim, enraged. 'I'll fucking kill him if I ever see him again. How dare he! Jesus, Lexi, you're not difficult at all. You're an open book to me; all you need is your own space and nobody messing with you and you're perfectly happy. Christ, what an arsehole.' 'An open book, huh?' she says. 'Big print children's book' I say, still fuming at the sheer idiocy of her ex. My fingers twitch spasmodically as I enjoy a pleasurable fantasy about throttling him. Lexi takes my left hand and pulls my arm round herself, wrapping herself tighter against me. My anger slowly ebbs. 'I've always been able to read you,' I say after a while. 'Well enough to know your mood anyway. Anyone who cared for you at all would be the same.' She sighs, but says nothing at first. Then, 'So have you ever been kissed, Robs?' I'm taken aback by her renewed scratching around my lack of love-life. 'Why do you want to know?' 'Because I'm curious. We're home, there's nothing to do, you can't escape, and I'm bored. Putting you on the spot distracts me and provides amusing answers and blackmail material.' I briefly consider fibbing, then realise it's futile. 'No. Never been kissed, never been laid, never been loved.' Lexi wriggles around to face me, an incredulous look on her face. 'Seriously, Robs, were you under a rock throughout school?' 'Hello, Expulsion if caught, remember?' I respond. Having her this close is extremely distracting. Her eyes are deep black pools now; the deepening gloom has obscured her pupils and I have the vaguely unsettling feeling that she can see into my soul. 'Hello, walks in the woods, sports trips away, etc? How do you think I popped my cherry?' 'Lexi!' I gasp. 'Seriously, you jumped someone while on orchestra tour?' 'Well, as for the jumping, I'm not sure if I was the seducer or the seducee but yes. I lost my virginity to the second Clarinet.' I can't help myself, I start to laugh to the point where I'm almost retching. It takes me a while to regain my breath. By which time Lexi's queued up the killer. 'Woodwind players have amazingly dexterous tongues,' she deadpans. I die a little, and Lexi joins me, holding me tightly against her as we laugh ourselves to the point of hysteria. I finally get a grip and wipe my face, gasping a little. 'My God, Lex, you have a foul mouth when you're so inclined.' She sticks her tongue out at me, then grins. 'So... um,' I begin. 'Yes?' 'What was it like?' 'Which part?' 'Sex' She thinks for a bit. 'Do you masturbate, Robs?' 'That's kind of a direct question, Lexi.' 'Yes, or no'. 'Um... yes.' 'Ok, so, I'm sure you've had your fingers up inside you, right?' And just like that, I'm aching again. I curse under my breath and squeeze my legs together, hoping Lexi won't notice. 'Robs? Yes or no answer.' 'Um... yeah.' 'Imagine that, only painful to start off with because you're so nervous and you haven't had time to get wet yet, only as it goes on, it's so hot because you're so worried about getting caught, that it becomes this ache inside you that feels like you need to be filled, and every time he pushes into you you feel like that ache is satisfied but you need more... you understand?' 'God' 'And it's sticky and smells like musk and you can hear the panting and your heart is racing, and all you know is that you need it deeper in you, as deep in you as you can take it.' She's killing me. 'And then, just when you can feel your orgasm starting to build, it's over and he's come. And then it's just this massive let-down as he pulls out and you're lying there thinking 'Was that it?' 'Your first time?' 'My first N times, where N is a large number.' she says. 'Porn stars probably numb their thingies before going on set or something. Nobody I've been with has lasted long enough to write home about.' 'Maybe that's because you're so damn hot,' I mutter without thinking. Lexi's eyes widen, then she laughs. 'You're good for my self esteem, Robs.' And she's a terrible test for my self-control. The description she just gave me has made me acutely self-conscious; I'm probably awash below decks and am desperately trying not to bump any of my erogenous zones against her. 'You ok, Robs?' she asks. 'You look a bit flushed.' 'I am overheating a bit,' I say, deadpan. Lexi quirks an eyebrow at me, and raises a hand to touch my forehead. 'Hmm. You do feel a bit warm.' 'Let me sit up' I say. Lexi scoots over a bit and I swing my legs over the front of the couch. This allows me to clear my head slightly - having Lexi right in my face like she's been has really made it hard for me to concentrate; and I stare at the fire, trying to gain a bit of respite in the flames. But then Lexi starts rubbing my shoulders, and I give up all hope of salvation. Clearly it's my day to suffer. 'Move down to the floor and then lean back,' Lexi says. I oblige, but then regret it instantly when she places her legs on either side of me and pulls me back till I'm leaning against her. God, it's exquisite. She works her fingers deep into my shoulders and I whimper a bit as she brutalises my neck and collarbones. 'Gods, Lexi, that's good. You should have been a dominatrix.' 'Still time for me to change careers,' she mutters. 'Holy hell, Robs, do you go through life this tense?' 'I guess so... I don't really pay much attention to it...' 'Your neck muscles are locked almost solid.' 'It's the stress of being so awesome.' She laughs, and uses her elbows to really dig in on my shoulders. I swear I'm starting to drool as my head lolls back against her. I look up at her; at the intense expression on her face as she pushes down. I'm feeling tension I never realised I had draining away. My head's even aching less,despite the lack of painkillers. 'Better?' she asks after a while. 'Wrsfgl' I manage. She chuckles, and rests her right hand gently on my shoulder. I reach my left up and squeeze hers gently, then hold it for a bit. Then I take a chance, leaning my head gently against her left thigh. It's warm and soft through the fabric of her tracksuit pants. She moves, frees her hand, and then starts to gently run it along my neck. 'You have freckles,' she says, surprised. 'You never noticed?' 'No. Guess we both won the fair skin lottery there.' "Alexis"... "Let me hug you," she said. He eyed her up and down, at once intrigued and touched with suspicion. She was a gorgeous woman after all, poised in his arms as the music and their dance ended- more curvy and voluptuous than he'd ever imagined a real woman could ever be. Her tight, sleeveless black dress perfectly hugged her hips and midriff, though truth be told it could have been a bit roomier in the bust. As it was, her visible cleavage went down nearly to her nipples, and her bosom seemed eager at any moment to spill over the edge to reveal itself in all its glory. She beamed a warm, almost hungry smile at him, as she leaned back slightly to await his response. Then she pressed close to him, her lips rising to meet his in a kiss at first the barest of brushes and then blossoming into the sort of passionate touch certain to rob him of what little might remain of his reserve. In some obscure corner of his mind, he thought perhaps it was not strictly appropriate to hug a woman so clearly in danger of slipping out of her dress and to be taking advantage of a situation, but his raging libido suggested this was an opportunity that wouldn't present itself very often. He yielded in what he thought the most gentlemanly fashion, carefully hugging her and giving her what he believed was the appropriate amount of respectful distance so as not to appear too eager for what such contact between a man and a woman can reasonably lead to. And he was surprised when she would have none of that, throwing her arms tightly around him and pulling him close. As his heart pounded, he felt the luscious mounds of her breasts compress against his chest. Resuming their slow dance steps even in the absence of the music from the now still phonograph, he rested his head against hers, and breathed deeply the heady perfume that she wore. With his eyes closed, he was quite sure that the entire room was spinning around them. Slowly their bodies swayed this way and that, no sound to be heard but the occasional creak of floorboard under their feet, as she hummed contentedly and caressed his back with soft, delicate hands and pressed her cheek to his. Gradually her hands worked their way higher from around the small of his back, hooking up under his arms and sliding over his neck. Before long she was running her fingers through his hair. She began to playfully push his head, guiding him down to her neck, and then inch by inch moving it toward her ample cleavage. He glanced up to look into her eyes to assure himself that he wasn't misinterpreting her intention, her desire, but she'd shut them and tilted her head back, blissful and content. Under the encouragement of her hands atop his head, his chin was beginning to sink into the warm embrace of her breasts. Modesty suggested he ought to pull away, but the thought had just barely entered his mind when she pushed with more urgency, driving his face deep into her cleavage. The feeling of that soft, supple skin upon his cheeks was heavenly, and as he drew in a breath through his nose, the glorious, natural, feminine scent that filled his nostrils was more seductive than he could stand. He let the delightful moment linger as long as he dared, then tried to draw his head away, but with a pressure upon his hair that begged him to linger, her hands prevented it. For the first time he felt a mild sting of fear course through him. Before he could act on it, she pushed again. This time he slid inside her bosom all the way up to his shoulders- his head and neck surrounded by the most wonderful part of a woman he could recall ever having felt. No- This wasn't possible, he thought. Even with breasts the size of hers he should have been peeking out into her dress beneath them by now. Instead, when he opened his eyes he found nothing but darkness, soft flesh pressing against his face and head on all sides as he stood before her, looking like the figure of a man without a head bowing to a lady. She murmured with delight, giggling as she felt his fluttering eyelashes tickle the flesh between her breasts. As much as she'd like to enjoy this part longer, she knew she had to act quickly to get him deeper within her or he might pull free, and deny her of the best part of this erotic dance of conquest, and of her prize. She slipped her dress off her shoulders, fully revealing the hungry part of her that was now at work claiming her prey. The dress, glittering and enticing, drifted down her frame as she remained engaged with her man, pausing only briefly to worship at the soft curve of her hips, before becoming a puddle of material at her feet. It was at this moment that an onlooker would note that she had not been wearing any manner of underwear, betraying fully her intention that this liaison could have only one outcome. They would be one... The gorgeous woman creature quickly tore open his button-down shirt and pushed it down off his shoulders, revealing his bare chest and trapping his arms by his sides. With him immobilized thus, she leaned toward him and drew him closer, cooing with pleasure as his slender shoulders were invited into the pink, fleshy maw between her breasts. His struggles to free himself becoming more violent now, the effect was to create a gentle jiggling of her breasts as they surrounded him, and sending a thrill through her as he stimulated her sensitive flesh. The next part she knew would be the trickiest, but once it was over everything would be, as it were, downhill from there. She planted her feet and bent forward, causing her partner to bend at the waist and allowing her to envelop him down to the middle of his chest. Once that was accomplished, it was a simple enough matter to hook her hands behind his thighs. In one smooth motion she pulled them toward her- guiding him inside her up to his waist, at which point she was able to stand up so that his kicking legs were pointing straight up. Seeing an apparently petite woman perform such a feat of strength was rather unnerving, and awe-inspiring. She leaned back as she stood there, finding that balance point with what remained of him poised above her, a look of supreme satisfaction playing about her face and a twinkle in her eyes. From that point, gravity took over. Leaning her face away from his flailing legs, she reached around in front of his body to undo his belt and pants, freeing his jeans and briefs to pool atop her breasts as his body glided further and further down, into the wonder of her. With his clothes removed, and his arms powerless to protect himself, he stopped all movement the instant her exploring hand found his cock- now mere inches from being lost within her forever. Where his manhood had been limp and merely along for the ride up to this point, upon her touch it became instantly proud, angry and hard- a sword eager to run through any object that might permit it entry. Ever so gently she traced its length, wrapped her delicate fingers around it to take in its considerable girth. She gave it a few slow, languid strokes, and then sensing the growing tension that is prelude to an ejaculation, she moved her hand to encompass his tightening scrotum, and pressed her thumb knowingly against the base of his penis in just that certain way that will deprive a man of his ability to relieve his sexual tension. She maintained that tender grip as his waist and groin were enveloped and until she had to let go in order to continue receiving him. As he continued his slow descent into his lover's body, possessed up to his knees and with his lower legs kicking in a more lazy fashion suggesting that he had pretty much given up the fight, she found her way to a chair and sat. With her eyes closed and head tilted back in clear evidence that she was enjoying her conquest, and hooking an arm under her heaving chest, she squeezed her breasts tightly together. This achieved many things. It increased the pressure on her disappearing lover and victim, causing him to struggle all the more deliciously. The pressure also made his movements feel so much more intense against her flesh, and it slowed his steady inward slide, giving her more time to take full advantage of those lovely sensations. Curiously, although she was taking into herself a creature every bit her equal in physical size, there was no apparent bulge within her body, as if by magic his body were shrinking as it made its way to rest within her. With her free hand she began to tease her sex, stroking and tweaking her clitoris and soothing her soft vagina as she watched the last of her prey disappear. He was slipping down further and further, vanishing from the world inch by inch. She could feel the warmth of him against her skin, and deep inside she could feel that precious point of pressure as his powerful manhood traced its way through her. She couldn't stifle a sigh at knowing that soon he would be gone, tucked away deep within her. No longer of this world, he would be her secret- her plaything. He would simply be hers- his body to nourish her and his mortal soul to serve as her loving companion until the distant time when it too would vanish like a bit of mist upon the morning meadow. The thought of it- of having a whole person slip into the warm embrace of her body drove her wild. She worked her fingers faster in fervent supplication of the ache in her womanhood as his ankles began to slide inside- beyond the view, beyond the help of anyone in this world. Faster she worked, knowing she was close now. His heels followed the rest of his legs, now barely moving except in obedience to her requirement that he conform to her every need. Her breathing grew faster and perspiration beaded upon her delicate forehead as fingers flew and she glared at his helpless toes' descent. She squeezed her breasts even tighter to keep him from vanishing just yet- refusing to let him vanish inside before she had quite finished- had quite earned that extra bit of ecstasy that was a bonus of her technique of feeding. He couldn't make any sense of what was happening anymore. When first he realized that her cleavage was not just a finite and beautiful tease of the pleasure a man could find with a woman, as his face and his whole head were taken prisoner, that which was reason within him exclaimed that he had to be hallucinating- that it were quite impossible for her to be capturing him thus. That sensible and rational way of thinking had long since departed by the time his toes were wiggling a timid goodbye to the world he was no longer a member of. Replacing that rational mind was a purely feeling mind- all of it focused on the sensations that were flowing over him in rippling waves. All around him was warm, soft flesh, kneading him in a tender peristalsis that was beckoning him to relax, to surrender, to join with that power and force all around him pressing so tightly he could scarcely breathe. Every whiff of air he could get as he was being swallowed was filled with her musk, burning up his man's brain with desire. He told himself this was wrong, that the man was supposed to be the pursuer- coaxing the woman into a place where submission to forces larger than either of them would overtake her, and she would succumb to his loving ministrations. While he was preoccupied with what remained of such intelligent thought, her body was rocking forward and back, the jiggling of her breasts massaging and squeezing him- the effect one of soothing him into a state of quiet, yet full sexual arousal. His penis was fully engorged now, wrapped in her slicked flesh- soothed, tickled and teased by every jiggling touch of her skin upon him. And she was certainly jiggling and shaking. He fell into rhythm with the unmistakable rhythm of her sex-crazed breathing, with the drumming of her heartbeat in his ears and pulsing against his skin, exulting in the sultry moan of her pleasure rumbling all around him. In spite of himself, it was making him happy to think that even as he was losing this battle with his captor he was helping her achieve such penultimate pleasure. She was pleasuring herself, and she was nearly there. And so was he... The very instant he felt his toes—so recently lovingly relieved of shoes and socks—slip beyond view into the warmth of her cleavage, both he and she climaxed. He could feel her voice as much as hear it, her positive roar of victory in release, followed by softer squeals and laughs of ecstasy, riding smoothly into the moaning and quiet hum of afterglow. As his own mind-blowing orgasm faded and his body continued to slide inexorably down within her, curling into a tight fetal ball before finally coming to rest against something else- something firmer, but still flesh it seemed to his drifting mind. Indeed it was another curled form, moving softly as they came together as if to settle into a comfortable spooning with his own body. As the minutes passed, his fading awareness came to recognize from the curves he could feel, it was indeed a woman. With his legs tucked behind hers, his still confident cock found renewed life as it pressed into the crease between her thighs- into that soft place a man yearns ever to reside as was her womanhood. Coupled they were as he relaxed into slumber and his fading thought was of her as another lover the beautiful alien had tucked away before taking him. There were no words left to be said, no desperate entreaty for mercy to be offered up- only quiet resignation, and acceptance of the inevitable, that the strongest and most cunning of combatants had prevailed in their contest. Slowly he wrapped his arms around his new-found, precious companion, in the most loving embrace as he surrendered at last to the needs of their captor. The victor of this battle allowed herself a moment to enjoy the aftermath, then released a contented sigh. It was chancy to linger too long after indulging her appetites. She stood and dressed, turning slowly to the mirror to admire herself. Aside from the post-orgasmic glow in her cheeks, the unmistakable sparkle of mischief in her eyes, and a bit of her lustrous hair needing a bit of straightening, the only sign of their sensual encounter, and that her little toy had ever been there, was the pile of clothes now lying on the floor. He belonged to her now. Just like all the others eventually would. "What a wonderful world was this!" she thought to herself as she strolled among the many folk out taking in the beautiful autumn afternoon in a nearby park. These were such marvelous creatures- these humans, so perfect for her to get to know better, and to indulge her considerable appetites with. She saw the women- the mothers who passed her by as they pushed strollers and stopped to adjust the blankets covering their infant children. She saw the older children who romped about the grassy meadow, shouting and chasing one another in the midst of some impromptu game. She saw the men that lounged in the grass, or walked past, arm in arm with their female companions. And she felt an odd pang course through her. Was it a wistful sense- one of loneliness she felt? Pausing to sit on a stone wall, she turned her concentration inward, focusing on those creatures she had so recently committed to their rest within the soft place of repose that was her tummy. They- a "he" and a "she" to be more precise, were asleep now but she could still listen close enough to their trapped souls which still lingered within her. The girl had been her first- victim of a moment's opportunity when no one else was close enough to witness her being taken, and the whole experience was so very thrilling and satisfying for her that the alien couldn't help memorizing in minute detail every bit of their encounter. A new arrival to this world, the alien had been careful to craft her shape-shifting appearance after that of a specimen of humanity as she could determine by a review of human media of every type, the sort of beauty found in the most sensual and sought after members of the human species. She dressed herself in the most attractive, if casual of fashions, and spent much time imitating the movement, the speech, the subtlest nuance of personality that any would find eminently desirable and completely irresistible. Finally, she took for herself a name that was at once easy on the mind of any she shared it with, yet evocative of a sense of personal power that she was not one to be taken advantage of- "Alexis". Alexis sat on the stone wall as the steady parade of humanity swept past on a beautiful afternoon, feeling the cool breeze caress her cheek, and it brought back to her memory the moment she first set her gaze upon a girl sitting alone in the front of that crowded café- just inside by the broad window that faced the busy street without. She watched as idly the girl sipped at some variant of the coffee confections that were the cafe's claim to fame, seemingly lost in reflection over something that gave a distant look to her face, her eyes. She was too far away for Alexis to read her thoughts, to find her amidst the many mental voices filling the ethers that surrounded them both in the midst of the coffeehouse. And Alexis was intrigued. The alien creature determined this to be as good a time as any to begin the exploration of what would be required of her to satisfy her needs in this new world, and she crossed the crowded café, coming to stand just at the chair across the table from the pretty young woman, who glanced up to meet her eyes. "I'm sorry, but the place is so crowded this afternoon, and seats it seems are at a premium. Do you mind having a bit of company?" Alexis asked as she indicated the vacant chair, with her most disarming smile playing about her lips and eyes. The girl paused, looking first at the empty chair and then back up at the newcomer, at length rousing herself sufficiently from her reverie to say in a voice that was half-embarrassed and half taken aback at how forward was the request- "Oh, certainly- please sit down." Introductions were made, and small talk engaged in as is appropriate for two complete strangers sharing a moment amidst a swirling sea of humanity. While they chatted about anything and nothing in particular, Alexis used the time to probe the thoughts and the emotions playing about within the heart and mind of her conquest. At one point the girl fell silent as the conversation came to a momentary break, and she looked at Alexis with a curious expression. "It's funny, but I feel as if we've met before." She offered, searching Alexis' face for some bit of recognition. The alien returned the gaze, reflective for a moment before responding. "I don't think so, although there is something so familiar about you, to me." Her smile betrayed only a hint of coyness- the sort liable to instill in another the need to know more. More small talk- how and where they might have encountered one another in the past, until Alexis was able to plant firmly enough within the girl's mind that this was someone she could trust, could feel completely at ease with, even possibly take as a newfound friend. From there it was but a short journey of social interplay for the two of them- the girl sufficiently corralled by her own curiosity and the course of their dialogue, and Alexis in clever fulfillment of her own agenda, to result in the pair leaving the café, and repairing to the nearby apartment of the young woman. Up the stairs of the walk-up apartment building, passing the doors beyond which were other humans- behind doors betraying the sounds from within the apartments behind them of people engaged in a variety of domestic pastimes, the two women climbed. They all sounded so very interesting, Alexis thought, as she trailed the lovely form of the woman leading her up the stairs. The door to her apartment unlocked and swung open, and Alexis followed the girl inside and stepped slightly to the side to permit her to close and lock the door behind them. "Alexis"... Alexis took in the fragrance of the girl as they brushed past one another, stronger now the signature of this lovely creature than first registered as she sat with her at the café, appreciated more fully as that lovely, dusky perfume followed her up the apartment building stairs, and now so wonderful and strong that Alexis felt compelled to pair it with every recollection she would ever have about this creature, this encounter. And for a moment, as she watched the girl step lightly away into the apartment's interior, she almost felt something a human might characterize as pity- regret that she had needs that would presently deny this creature of its independence, its uniqueness, and its very life. The feeling was fleeting, however, and as she followed the girl she re-focused her faculties upon making her newfound friend- her prey, feel completely at ease and intrigued at the possibilities of the acquaintance just made. Curiosity, it is said, killed the cat, and in no less certain a fashion curiosity led to the eventual undoing of the young woman who invited Alexis into her home. An evening was passed in amiable conversation, as the young woman shared her taste in the music that played softly in the background, and there came the eventual consideration of where the evening would lead as it came to be time for bed. Seated as they had been, upon a love seat as they drank chamomile tea and took in the vibe of one another, there came a moment where, innocently enough- as a book of poetry was passed between them, hand brushed hand, flesh touched flesh, and the gossamer thin wall that had been holding back the flood of desire within them each was breached. Deliciously breached... There passed between them over the next few hours the whole of what the human race had accumulated in the way of tender, intimate and erotic urgings- Alexis the eager and responsive student studying and learning at the hand of the tender young woman and returning the favor, as their first tentative kiss evolved seamlessly into a night of love-making the likes of which the girl was certain she had never enjoyed in her wildest dreams, much less in reality. Lying a-bed and with bodies lovingly entangled, Alexis gazed upon the face of the girl, admiring the peace that radiated from her facial expression even in the midst of sleep. She found herself longing for that sort of simple acceptance of life on the terms presented of a moment- unimpaired by the knowledge that there was so much more in the universe to disabuse a creature of any semblance of hope and trust. But life was indeed complicated, and eventually the primal drives for survival reasserted themselves within her mind, and she set about satisfying her "need". The mechanics of it were simple enough, however accomplished, to envelop and to absorb one of these human creatures, Alexis concluded as the last of the young woman disappeared slowly into the body of the beautiful alien. There had been a moment, when the girl had come halfway back to wakefulness, and finding herself trapped more deeply than in the most loving and passionate of embraces with another had looked imploringly into Alexis' eyes for a few moments. Alexis' soft gaze in reply, whispered hushing breathed upon her love's lips, and soothing touch upon the mind of her prey to quiet her, soon softened the girl's expression and her eyes drifted closed once again in helpless and erotically overwhelmed resignation to the process taking her softly from her life. As the faint light of daybreak touched her cheek, Alexis luxuriated in the softness of a lover's bed- curled around the quiet, still form at rest within her, and in her mind's eye she watched the girl- what is termed her soul, more precisely, as it rose and flew lightly as a butterfly upon the wind, finally free from all the cares that had bound it to its host over its lifetime. Alexis mentally put her hand out, and the butterfly came to her, lighting upon her hand, and in that oddly trusting way that creatures do, allowed the alien to bring her close to her face for closer examination of the beautiful and iridescent colors that made her wings a thing of such incomparable beauty. Truly, Alexis realized, there is so much more to know in this terrible universe than she had come to know, so much more than survival- eat or be eaten, or conquest for whatever purpose. The soul of the girl she now possessed gently breathed that message home to her with every beat of her butterfly wings... That was her first, and as Alexis watched the people passing by, she felt her hunger grow, and inwardly agonized at knowing she was every bit as much a prisoner of a cruel universe as any creature compelled to surrender its will to that of another... As time went by, temporarily captive as she was on this god-forsaken bit of space rock as was earth, Alexis perfected her technique in taking her prey, always careful to maintain a low profile lest a good thing be spoiled and her possibly being found out and subjected to whatever brand of justice she feared these humans might exact upon her. One individual she could easily deal with, either to despatch outright, or to control its mind sufficiently to render perfect her record of remaining undetected- a whole collective of humans railing against her she was not at all sure she could survive. She had discovered a variety of interesting things about the humans that moved about her, oblivious as they were to her true nature and purpose in their midst. The females of the species, for example, were every bit as passionate in their need for closeness and intimacy as could be found in a condition they universally termed as "love", as any male. But they were different somehow. Males were more to the point, even to the point of brutishness and quite crude in their way of rutting after females. It seemed they cared little more than for the chance to plant their seed, no matter what they professed to disguise that bald-faced purpose. It was as though, once aroused by the mere possibility of sex, men basically lost their minds and were as easily led about as a bull with a ring through its nose. That certainly made her job that much easier, when deciding upon who to make her next victim. But the pursuit of the female of the species she found to be far more interesting and rewarding, as the complexity of their feelings, their thoughts and motivations in seeking intimacy with another made her reflective and in a very real way more inclined toward protecting their newly freed souls within herself, much as one might catch themselves in mid-slap upon realizing that the bug that had landed on them was not some disgusting insect but rather a beautiful butterfly, and in registering that awareness become almost reverent in exercising the utmost in delicate handling of the creature as they set it free. Loving and possessing the female of the human species made her feel good inside- warm and with a sense that all she was experiencing among these humans might have a higher purpose than merely perpetuating her existence. She just needed to learn what that was... What was it about woman-kind that fascinated her so? It was certainly something that males obsessed upon, as they sought incessantly to couple- a drive rooted so deeply in their genes that it could scarcely be overcome by the most stalwart of men. At length she concluded that the quality that made women so desirable was keyed to the universal requirement for growth, for change. And women had the capacity for making that change happen in the most fundamental of ways- they could nurture within themselves and bring into the world new life. An amazing thing, that- to be able to give birth to a new creature, to nurture and coax it not only into existence but then to mold and shape it as it grew to add to the richness of the mosaic Alexis had come to appreciate about the human race. The mere arrangement of genetic material in a developing life could give rise to the most impressive (or horrific!) of qualities and capabilities in the human being that resulted from a woman giving birth. People possessed of incredible talent in every arena of endeavor surrounded her, and she watched them tirelessly, coming eventually to regret the impact she was having on this race as she predated upon its members. And it was as that quiet battle raged within her that the human race found its salvation- as Alexis determined to leave this speck in space and to never share knowledge of its existence with others who might come seeking nourishment at the expense of its souls... Alexis and Henry - Power Play It had been a few weeks since Alexis and Henry had last seen each other. Whenever they communicated with each other, there was an undercurrent of excitement, an almost imperceptible hum of arousal. Several times they'd gone to bed after a flirty conversation with vivid recollections of Henry's cock buried in Alexis' ass, her fingers fiddling under her skirt as she knelt in front of him with his cock in her mouth. Once again the messages got more and more charged with potential desires, discussions devolved quickly to that of fantasies and what they'd enjoyed about their last encounter. Alexis mentioned that she thoroughly enjoyed the way Henry had taken charge of her and debased her ever so slightly. She'd enjoyed feeling like a slut who was desperate for satisfaction from the fine specimen in front of her. They talked about how tight Henry had found her ass, how hot it had been to pound her mercilessly with his hand. Eventually they discussed getting together again, this time with naughtier scenarios running through their heads. One Saturday evening, Alexis mentioned she was going out to a bar to celebrate a friend's birthday. She mentioned how she wouldn't know anyone there but the birthday boy himself. This, peppered with talk of how much she'd enjoyed being controlled by Henry gave him a thrilling idea. "How do you feel about butt plugs, Alexis?" he inquired. "They're rather non-committal, if you ask me" she joked back. "Hah hah, I own one -- if that answers you question?" she said, more seriously. "You naughty little brat." Henry scolded, "Why haven't you mentioned this before?" Eventually the conversation steered back to her plans for the evening, and Henry asked if they could meet up later. Of course Alexis was more than eager to accommodate, and as a reward Henry mentioned there were a couple criteria she'd have to fulfill for him to keep their engagement. "Wear a skirt. I love it when you show off your legs." Alexis laughed to herself -- it was minus 15 degrees Celsius outside right now. "Yeah right, I'd freeze my ass off!" "That wasn't a request, Alexis" Henry replied, "and you know better than to question an order." Alexis felt a quick flash of heat in her cheeks from the scolding, and then in her pussy as she felt the rush of desire to obey. "Knee-high socks, like the ones you wore for me the other night. Those were hot and a little slutty -- just like you." "Alright," Alexis agreed, "But I don't know what people will think of me showing up at a pub in that kind of outfit." "Also not a request. I'd recommend you stop questioning everything I tell you to do -- it's only going to make it worse for you later." Henry was firmer now, a little thread of annoyance coming through in his voice. "In fact, if you're so worried about what people will think of you, you better not bend over. No panties." Alexis let out a gasp as her mind raced. She'd look like a tramp! "One last thing, bring that butt plug. And as a show of compassion, I'd also recommend you find a way to bring a little lube with you." Alexis exhaled slowly, all sorts of humiliating possibilities running through her mind as she thought of where he could be going with that. Even thinking of finding a way to bring a butt plug in her purse made her cheeks flame -- how would she avoid someone seeing it when she reached for her wallet or phone? But she quickly decided that if this was the game tonight, she was in, no questions asked. She could trust Henry and she also trusted that he would look after both their pleasure. And so, with a slight tremor in her voice she replied, simply, "Ok. I'll see you at 9:30" They had agreed that he would text with further instructions before he arrived, and he'd pick her up at the door of the pub at the agreed upon time. He was excited by the prospect of her taking public transit to the pub to begin with. He was excited by how readily she'd agreed to his orders, and felt a surge of lust at the prospect of what the night would bring. As Alexis finished preparing for the night out, she could feel her pussy tingling and wet with excitement. She chose a pleated jean skirt and the same white knee-high socks she'd worn for him a few weeks ago. She felt a thrill run through her as she discreetly packed the butt plug and a little sample pack of lube in a black velvet bag and shoved it in her purse. Just before Alexis went out, she sat on the bed in front of her mirror with her legs slightly apart. She could see the bare flesh of her cunt lips, glistening slightly with her juice. The neatly trimmed patch of hair above it accented the tight shape and made her nakedness even more apparent. She tried turning around and bending over to see how much was visible. All of it. She reached one hand down between her legs and watched in the mirror as her fingers slid back to rub along her slit, gliding through her slick wetness. She rubbed her clit softly, making it swell under her fingertip. With a deep breath she pulled on a jacket, grabbed her purse and left. As she stood shivering at the bus stop, Alexis couldn't get her mind off the butt plug in her purse, her wet pussy practically vibrating under the short skirt. When the bus came she was careful to keep her legs closed as she stepped up and walked to her seat. She could see other passengers eyeing her outfit. She imaged she could see distain in their eyes as they took in the knee-high socks and short pleated skirt. Her pussy grew even wetter as she felt their eyes boring through her skirt, imagined they knew she was bare underneath. She bit her lip as another wave of embarrassment spread through her. Emboldened by the rush of it, she uncrossed her legs and let her knees fall open slightly. There was a boy of about 16 sitting across from her, staring unabashedly. Without making eye contact she smiled to herself and adjusted her legs so that they were open just a touch more. She snuck a glance at his pimply face and saw he was looking straight at her crotch. He licked his lips as his eyes darted up incredulously and she quickly looked away. With another erotic spark firing through her groin, she crossed her legs and fiddled with her ear buds, pretending nothing had happened. Eventually her stop came and she transferred to the train. The ride was mostly uneventful -- she tried to flash another innocent passenger but this one, an older man in his 40s by the looks of it, was too engrossed in his newspaper. Finally she got to the pub, which was packed. Again she felt eyes boring into her as she made her way through the crowd towards the birthday party. As she hugged her friend, the only familiar face, she tried to make a joke of the short skirt in the freezing cold temperatures. Some of the other girls in attendance gave her sideways glances, rolling their eyes. Over the next couple hours, Alexis was friendly and social but the entire time she was thinking of the butt plug in her purse, and waiting anxiously for Henry's text with instructions. Finally at about a quarter past nine, she saw the light on her phone indicate there was a new message. It was direct and to the point. 'GO TO THE BATHROOM, USE THE LUBE AND PUT IT IN. I'LL BE OUTSIDE WAITING.' With a sudden surge of lust, Alexis quickly closed her phone and began to gather her things. In lighting speed she'd paid her tab and said her goodbyes and headed for the women's washroom. Feeling naughty, she chose the centre stall and closed the door behind her. She put one foot up on the seat and fished in her purse for the small black bag. She began to rub her clit furiously as she used her teeth to rip open the small pack of lube. She squirted some out on her fingers and threw the pack away and rubbed it all over the small plug and then the remainder over her tight little rosebud. As she aimed the tip at her asshole, she rubbed her clit again bringing herself just to the edge. With a grunt she quickly shoved the length of it in her tight chute, wiggling it slightly to make sure it was in there good. As she'd been doing this someone came in to the ladies room and took up the stall next to hers. She was suddenly aware that from below the stall walls, one could see she was facing the wrong direction and had only one foot on the floor. She realized she'd been panting and grunting as she'd diddled herself. With another naughty thrill she pushed the plug in harder and exited the stall, not even bothering with a pretense by flushing. She washed the excess lube off her fingers and sort of waddled through the door and out of the pub. Luckily it was only a matter of a few feet before she was out the door, she was terrified she'd used too much lube and the thing would drop out from between her legs. No panties meant it would fall right to the floor. She tried not to look at the smokers outside as she made her way past them to Henry's car sitting at the curb, and squeezed her sphincter muscles as she lifted one leg to get into the vehicle. She flashed a quick grin at Henry as she shut the door and sighed in relief when she sat down and could relax her butt muscles again. "By the looks of things, you've followed instructions. That's a pretty short skirt... kinda slutty if you ask me." Henry appeared to barely look at her although he'd taken in the sexy sight with quick glances. Her cheeks had a becoming flush and her eyelashes were lowered. She was squirming in the seat next to him, the short little pleated denim skirt riding high on her thighs. In the darkness of the interior, the contrast of her smooth bare legs and the white knee-highs was incredibly arousing. She had subtle, flattering makeup and her long hair was loose and curled. In a word, gorgeous. And so naughty, he could feel his cock swell in the tight confines of his jeans. "Spread your legs, slut. Let me see that juicy cunt. How does your ass feel?" he asked forcefully. "Full." She whispered. "I'm sorry, did you say something?" Henry demanded. "I said it feels full." Alexis said, louder this time. "Let me see you rub that swollen little clit of yours." He ordered, his eyes straight ahead on the road. Alexis slowly lifted the hem of her skirt until the front was bunched around her waist and she began to lightly strum her wet pussy. As Henry drove he snuck glances down at her lap and saw her dip a finger into her wet little pot and then lick the juice off. Without a word he turned off the main road and made his way to a secluded parking spot he knew of near-by. Alexis seemed oblivious as she arched in the seat, her head back and eyes closed, strumming her pussy faster. She let out a soft moan as Henry reached over and began to joust with her fingers over her sopping gash. "You're so wet already, you bad little slut. I'm going to fuck your ass so hard tonight." He growled as he parked the car. In a flash he pulled her to him and kissed her frantically. Their tongues sparred as he ran his hands down the side of her face, down to her breasts and cupped one in each hand. He began to pinch and fondle her nipples through the thin fabric of her turtleneck, noticing she'd forgone a bra as well. "Fuck I love your firm little tits!" he groaned as he delved under the sweater and pulled on a rock-hard nipple. Alexis found her hands in his lap without even realizing she'd done it as she began wrestling with his belt and the fly to his jeans. She fished his rock-hard dick out and began gently stroking up and down its length. "Fuck I love your fat cock!" she moaned in reply. Without a word she leaned forward and began to gently lap at his tip, circling with her tongue and sucking the pre-cum off. Henry reached past her ass now that it was slightly in the air and pushed at the plug buried inside her. Her moan in response was all the encouragement he needed as he began to gently tug and push at the silicone dart. With the hand that wasn't wrapped around the base of his cock, Alexis began to circle her clit again in fast little rounds, rolling and rubbing the swollen bud between her fingers. Her pussy was so wet, her fingers were quickly covered in her sweet cream as she randomly shoved a finger or two up her hole and Henry continued to slowly and gently play in her ass with the plug. Feeling his orgasm building far too quickly from her oral ministrations, Henry grabbed Alexis by the elbows as he dragged her onto his lap. Giggling as she tried to find a foothold, she was quickly sobered as Henry pushed her sopping pussy down onto his throbbing dick. With a sigh and a moan, Alexis began to gently ride him. They kissed again as Henry reached behind her and began to fuck her gently with the butt plug, moving in tandem with his cock. He could feel the hard length of the plug moving against his cock and the warmth on his balls as her cunt began to ooze cum. She was grinding her hips against him, her feet flat on either side of the seat and her hand wrapped around the back of his neck. Soon the smell and sounds of sex filled the musky interior of the car. They could hear the wet suction of Alexis' pussy as she rode him, their breath mingling together in fast little pants. Henry could feel the rusty twinges of an oncoming orgasm and refocused, determined to bring her to at least one screaming climax before he shot his load. With another sudden shift, Henry had lifted Alexis up off his dick and gently pulled the plug out and threw it in a nearby bag he'd set aside for just that purpose. As he locked eyes with the sexy little firecracker in front of him, he gently lowered Alexis' tight ass onto his twitching cock. With a low groan she squeezed her eyes tightly shut and slid down until he was buried to the hilt again. Henry pushed Alexis forward so that she was resting her back against the steering wheel. He just let her sit there, not moving, as she relaxed and her tight little chute adjusted to him. Slowly he began to strum at her clit again and she squirmed on his rigid pole, moaning softly. He leaned forward to kiss her again as he turned his hand so his palm was cupping her gushing pussy. As he leaned back, Alexis used the angle to start gently rocking up and down on Henry's cock and he easily slid two fingers up her tight cunt. It was only a matter of second before she was quickly and aggressively riding him, forcing his fingers to fuck her harder. Her breathing was getting shallow, her chest flushed with an oncoming orgasm. Henry used his free hand to roughly grab a tit, to tug and pinch her nipples and whispered his encouragement as he watched. Alexis reached between them, wedging her hand into the little space left to rub her clit roughly. Suddenly her body tensed as the first wave or ecstasy washed over her. Alexis was tossing her head and squealing, screaming her orgasm as it ripped through her - through her pussy filled with now three of Henry's thick fingers, through her now open ass with Henry's long, fat cock sliding easily in and out. As he watched his lover shudder in release, Henry could feel the telltale stab in his gut telling him he was about to cum too. With a wet 'pop' Henry yanked his fingers out of Alexis' tight twat and grabbed both her hips, slamming her down harder on his dick. He pulled her to him again as he thrust inside her and then yelped loudly as he felt the first shot explode out of him. Another sharp bark as he roughly bottomed out and washed the walls of her ass in hot spunk. Alexis was moaning low in her throat as she ground her hips slowly, milking every last drop. Sweat glistened on her forehead as she dropped her face to Henry's neck. "Fuck yeah," she purred, "that was fantastic. Do you have a napkin or something?" Alexis grinned sheepishly at Henry as she lifted her gaping ass off his cock. Henry smiled wickedly. "Nope." He scooped up the cum dripping out of her angry hole. "I thought you were a slut." Henry slowly raised his fingers to her mouth. With a delicious spark in her eyes, Alexis leaned forward and delicately licked the white cream off his digits. "Ill take that as an order, sir." Alexis and Henry - The Beginning Alexis was a cute but beautiful young woman in her late twenties. She'd always been what she considered to be sexually adventurous -- she'd been the happy student and teacher for long-term boyfriends, one-night stands and attractive and curious girlfriends. Henry was a fit, good-looking stud with an easy demeanor and silly wit. Just as adventurous and curious as his lover, he was a good sexual match for Alexis and her sometimes-insatiable lust. They'd dated in the past but found that they weren't so compatible in a relationship dynamic but had always found themselves returning to each other in times of romantic drought. As Alexis neared her 30th birthday, she found her desires were ramping up. At all times of the day and night she'd find herself sopping wet, fantasizing about lewd acts and depraved desires. She'd search out videos and pictures portraying things she'd barely allowed herself to imagine, and she'd find herself in a masturbatory frenzy almost daily. One look at a particularly depraved video of a young blonde getting gang banged by a dozen guys, a picture of two grinning co-eds with a fist stuffed up one of their cunts and she's be on her bed with a selection of toys, pounding herself silly. Eventually Alexis and Henry started text messaging each other again as they were wont to do, and their conversations quickly deteriorated to sex. Henry had a good memory of what Alexis liked from the dozens of times they'd fucked in the past, and seemed to know how far to push the conversation so that she'd participate and offer up glimpses of what was driving her lust-filled nights. He remembered how she liked to have him work two, sometimes three fingers into her pussy as he was preparing her for a solid fucking. He told her about how wet she got, how much it turned him on when he could see the honey literally dripping from her pretty little pussy. One night their conversation aroused her enough that she thought she'd show him just how wet his words alone could get her. She was flushed and already dripping as she maneuvered herself in her armchair in the living room so she could get a good shot with some decent light of her gleaming little slit. Just the act of taking a close-up shot and sending it to Henry got her even wetter. She started lightly stroking the smooth gash, her fingers covered in sweet juice. She took a picture of that too, getting even more turned on when she could see the threads of juice on her finger tips leading back to her pussy. Soon her fingers weren't enough and she dug out one of the familiar toys she played with and took some shots of one in particular, every stage of penetration until it was buried to the hilt inside her. Henry was beyond aroused when he looked at each photo in succession -- it was like he was practically right there in the room. The only thing missing was his ability to participate and the lovely sounds he could remember coming from her when she was aroused and working towards an orgasm. Eventually Henry got up the guts to send a photo of his own impressive member, a sight that nearly drove Alexis crazy. Before she knew it she was cumming all over her purple dildo, imagining Henry fucking her instead of it. To top off the night, she sent one last picture -- the dildo covered in her sweet cream as she pulled it out. As the weeks progressed, Alexis and Henry kept up the flirty and sometimes shocking banter until both were at there snapping points. They set a date for a rendezvous in the near future with thoughts of a vicious romp in their minds. Henry, for one, had a very clear image of what he wanted to do to her, how hard he was going to make her cum all over his fingers. Alexis had mentioned some of the videos and pictures she'd been looking at and he had an idea that she'd love for him to try at least one of them. Since he couldn't very-well produce a stable of studs to pass her around to -- and he wasn't even sure that's what she wanted in real life -- he thought instead that maybe stretching that little pussy out with his hands and fingers would be a great start. Come Friday night, late after he was done his shift at work, they were both well worked up for a visit. Almost as soon as Henry walked in the door to her apartment, she had his pants down around his ankles. She was desperate to have him in her mouth, knew from the past that he enjoyed a good blowjob. And something about the way he enjoyed it made it infinitely pleasurable for her too. She was on her knees in front of him, he was still struggling to take his jacket off, as she released his already rock-hard cock from his jeans. She was wearing an outfit chosen specifically for him; a short pleated skirt that barely grazed the bottom of her ass cheeks, a tiny, practically see-through white tank top, white knee-high socks. She'd thought about some pig tails but knew he loved her hair down so he could grab fistfuls of it when he was fucking her, or when she had her mouth on him. She sat back on her heels and smiled up at him as she worked her petite hands down the length of his cock, rubbing the pre-cum around the head, playing. She held his gaze as she leaned forward and delicately licked up the underside of his dick, inhaling his scent, her mouth already salivating. As she got to the top of his rigid pole, she wrapped her hands around the base and slid almost the entire length of him into her mouth in one fell swoop. He had a gorgeous cock, perfect in width and quite long, so deep-throating wasn't a common experience. She'd never done it herself but certainly liked the fantasy, so she slowly and methodically worked his cock further into her mouth and throat, getting the shaft covered in thick saliva. She used her hands to rub the bottom of his dick as her mouth bounced up and down, moaning with desire. Henry quickly started climbing towards his crescendo. He buried his hands in her long brown hair and started measuring her paces with them. She was squirming there on the floor, and his grabbing her by the hair just egged her on more. She quickly dove between her legs with one hand and started strumming her pussy through the white cotton panties under her skirt. Henry could see the skirt bouncing between her legs and the flash of her fingers as she stroked and teased herself. Her other hand had a vice grip on his meat as she continued to suck and lick him to the speed he was controlling. Suddenly he pulled her off his cock and pushed her head down between his legs. Instinctively she tilted her head up and began lapping at his balls, spreading the thick spit from his shaft on them. She sucked one ball into her mouth, massaging the other with her fingers and moaning against his sack. He had her hair gripped tightly as he pushed her head up, she started sucking his other nut just as appreciatively and fisting his rod. With the hand buried in her hair, Henry lifted her face up from his sack back onto his cock and shoved until she had all of his buried in her throat. She was gagging, the thick spit coating his rod and she sucked and licked up and down his length. Suddenly he started peaking and his hands kept time, he was fucking her face harder as she moaned and squirmed on the floor between his legs. Henry could see the crotch of her panties was wet -- so wet he could see the lips of her pussy defined by the white cotton. He watched as Alexis quickly tugged the sides of her panties aside and thrust two fingers deep inside her dripping cunt. As soon as she did, he felt the hot lurch in his gut that told him he was going to cum. Henry fucked Alexis' face furiously and he could hear her fingers slopping around in her juices as he thrust once, twice, three times deep into her throat. Alexis was gagging and moaning at the same time as she swallowed the entire load, still rubbing her swollen clit. As she finished cleaning him off, Henry grabbed Alexis' elbows and stood her up in front of him. She grinned wickedly, her lips still shiny and her cheeks flushed. He looked her up and down, at the sexy little skirt, at her nipples poking proudly out of the tank top, the white socks up to her knees, and felt another surge of lust. Quickly Henry turned Alexis around bodily and pushed her towards the bed. He roughly shoved at her so that as she neared the side of the bed, she fell forward. Alexis began to right herself but Henry just pushed her back down, her face buried in the comforter, and he flicked her skirt up over her juicy ass. With no warning he brought his right hand up and smacked her squarely on the ass cheek. Alexis flinched, her ass bouncing up in the air and her back arched. She released a low hiss and then with a moan she relaxed again, not attempting to get up. "You're a bad little slut. You barely let me come in the door before you had to have my pants down and my cock out. Isn't that right, slut?" Alexis didn't move or resist as Henry reached down and grabbed both her wrists, effectively handcuffing her with his hand. "I asked you a question, Alexis. Aren't you a bad little SLUT?" As he said it, he finished with another hard smack to the ass. She was arching her back again but grinding her ass in the air with a low moan. Henry thought he might have seen something like a nod, but they both knew that wasn't a proper answer. Henry grabbed an ass cheek roughly, massaging it. "Aren't you a bad little slut, Alexis? I think you want me to spank you. Look at those socks and your skirt... you look like a bratty little cocktease. Tell me you're a bad little slut and maybe I'll spank you again." Alexis was breathing hard, her ass squirming in the air. Henry reached between her ass cheeks, down to her pussy and yanked the white cotton aside again. Her cunt was gleaming at him, dripping, as he forcefully thrust two fingers deep inside, slowly twisting them around. He could feel her back onto his hand as she ground against his fingers and moaning again. Abruptly, he pulled his fingers away and flicked at her ass cheeks as he pulled her panties down over her butt, down her legs and off. It was enough to make her arch again but wasn't giving the punishment she was desperate for. "Just say it, Alexis. You had my cock in your mouth before my coat was even off, didn't you? " he licked what was left of her juices off his fingers. "I can taste your sweet pussy all over my hand, you're so wet. And you can't tell me what a little slut you are?" Henry shoved the same two fingers inside her again roughly, and pulled them out. He brought them to Alexis' mouth, running them over her lips. Her tongue darted out and as she aimed for his fingers. "I'm a bad little slut." She said as her mouth closed over his fingers. Henry roughly dropped her wrists and grabbed her hips as he planted his palm on her ass again in a resounding SMACK. She moaned and ground her hips again as Henry dropped to his knees and spread her cheeks, burying his face in her pussy. Alexis climbed up onto the bed, which brought her pussy perfectly in line with Henry's wet mouth, and he began to lick and slurp up her juices with gusto. As he worked those fingers in her again, he continued to mop at her pussy and cover her tight little hole with spit. Slowly, without drawing attention to it, he licked a third finger and began to slowly push and twist it in. Alexis moaned loudly and dropped her head as Henry flicked at her clit with his tongue, her hips grinding back. Soon Henry was fucking her briskly with three fingers, licking up her sweet juice. "A real bad little slut would ask me for more fingers," Henry said as he lifted the hand from her hip and smacked that delicious ass again, "In fact she'd probably beg me for it." "Unnngh" Alexis grunted in surprise, then "Oh, pleeease give me another finger. Moooore!" She purred her approval as Henry bent his face back to her juicy slit and began to gently work another finger in. He had four fingers, up to his first knuckle buried in her wet cunt and she was bucking against him, pushing her clit onto his tongue harder. He smacked her ass again and grabbed her cheek as he pulled her back onto his fingers, burying them to the second knuckle. She was unbelievably tight around his hand but he could feel her thick juice on his skin and her muscles flexing and releasing. Alexis began to shudder as she moaned again into the comforter, "Haaaarder, fuck me with your hand!" Henry could tell she was close by the bucking of her hips and the muscles spasming around his hand as he slowly inched the rest of his hand into her hole, rubbing her clit with his thumb. He was gazing down at her with undisguised lust as she squealed and moaned. Suddenly she arched her back and with a low growl came all over his hand. Alexis fell forward on the bed, sighing, as Henry's hand slipped out of her still twitching pussy. She moaned as he scooped up a generous dallop of her cum in his fingers and started massing it over the head of his now-hard cock. He stalked forward and, grabbing her hips, pulled her back until she was bent at the waist over the edge of the bed. With his knees Henry pushed Alexis' legs open wider and pushed her lower back down so her butt was up in the air. Henry started to rub the throbbing tip of his dick up and down her wet slit, resting half a second each pass to the entrance of her hole. Alexis started squirming again and gently humping her butt up and back against him. He kissed her arched back and reached forward to grasp her little tits as he pushed forward quickly and buried himself to the hilt. Grasping a hip in each hand, Henry lifted Alexis up slightly as he pulled out and pushed all the way in again. Alexis groaned and moaned, gently rotating her hips so he could fill her completely. She braced herself on her elbows and looked back at Henry over her shoulder, a smoky look of lust clouding her eyes. She slowly licked her lips as Henry picked up a steady rhythm, bottoming out and shoving her forward with every thrust. Holding her gaze, Henry lifted his hand again for another resounding smack on the ass. Alexis gave him one of her brattiest looks as Henry pushed the skirt up on her waist and spread her ass cheeks open with both hands. He looked at her little pink rosebud winking back at him and let a gob of spit drop onto it. With one finger he began to gently rim her asshole, not dipping in at all as he continued to methodically fuck her. Alexis was squirming even harder under his ministrations now, her breath coming in short gasps. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Henry worked the tip of his index finger into her hot little ass. Alexis was humming low in her throat as she pushed back, trying to get him to fill her up even more. Henry spit again and they could hear the wet smack of the spit landing on target. He began to push two fingers in, slowly working them back out and in again. Alexis reached underneath her and began to strum her clit with her nails as Henry continued to fuck her pussy and finger her ass. Finally he pushed both fingers in completely and picked up the pace with both his dick and his fingers. "See, this is what bad little sluts like... a dick in their wet pussies and two fingers right up their ass. You like it don't you, Alexis? You like being a bad little slut and letting me fill you up completely." Alexis moaned yes as she began to buck against his hand and cock. "I'm such a bad little slut that I want another finger in my ass. I just can't help it, it feels sooooo gooooooood...." Henry was happy to comply as he spit on her ass again and began to work a third finger in. It was so tight he could feel her heartbeat through his fingertips and feel his cock working against the thin membrane separating it from his fingers. He began to fuck her harder, harder, grabbing a fist full of hair to arch her back against him. Alexis' hand was frantic against her clit now as she moaned and bucked, growling and sighing in pleasure. Without warning Henry pulled both his hand and dick out of Alexis, leaving her gaping and panting for more. "I'm taking that slutty little ass of yours now. I'm sure you don't mind." He sneered as he began to rub the tip of his cock against her now red rosebud. With his other hand Henry roughly grasped Alexis at the waist and pulled her back onto his hard, long dick. She moaned again, her hand still rubbing in a frenzy against her clit and dipping back into her juicy cunt. Henry leaned forward again and quickly shoved three fingers inside her pussy, cupping the top of her mons to rub her clit too. He began to fuck her harder, almost viciously as she spread her legs even wider and arched back to meet him at every thrust. Henry could feel the cum dripping on his palm as Alexis began to pant harder, a low scream escaping her lips. "OH Fuck, I'm cumming... I'm cumming... OOOOOOH Fuuuuuuuuuuck" she screamed, as the muscles through her cunt and ass gripped Henry, milking his dick. Henry grunted as he began to fuck her madly, slipping his hand out of her sopping pussy to grab the other hip. "Fuck yeah, I'm going to come inside that tight little ass," Henry growled, as he slammed roughly into her. Alexis looked back over her shoulder again, eyeing him. "Yeah, fuck my ass, fill it up with a hot load" She purred. Suddenly Henry slammed into her hard, bottoming out once, twice, and with a final thrust Alexis could feel her bowls drenched in hot jizz. Henry shuddered and fell onto Alexis' back and they just slid onto the bed, panting and heaving. The muscles in her ass were still milking his dick as it softened and slid out. "Mmmm" Alexis murmured, "Sometimes being bad pays off...." Alexis and Sam I stood still as streams of hot water sluiced through my hair, cascaded over my shoulders and trickled across my breasts. Sam would be home today, he'd been gone for almost a week on business and I missed him and his touch. I showered carefully, making sure I did not stimulate myself as I cleansed my aching breasts and pussy. Why? Let me tell the whole story so you can understand. You may never agree, you may see my actions as belittling, my life not one you would lead, but this is my story. I want to tell it because doing so is important to me. I am not looking for converts each person needs to find their own way in life. Part of what I have chosen for my life is telling my story, the story of Alexis. I grew up not so different from anyone else though I was blessed with good looks and eventually a body that suited me. I am five foot seven inches tall, slender and perhaps a bit underweight for my height. Long, shapely legs taper nicely to a round firm ass that's sits below a trim waist. My chest (aka my tits) is thirty-four inches and I sport a B cup. My hair is natural and bark brown in color. It hangs straight and is regularly trimmed to a length that touches just about the middle of my shoulder blades. I am pretty, perhaps even beautiful and for a time in my life I played to that beauty. I entered pageants, was elected Queen of the Prom and was never in need of male admirers. Throughout the end of high school and through most of my college days I used my beauty to attract men I thought deserved me. That I liked or admired them or they, in turn liked or admired me was of no consequence. It was more a matter of pairing up beautiful people and consequently none of those relationships lasted. I soon realized that I was more a prize to perhaps be bedded (though that was very infrequent) then a person to get to know. I am not being critical because I was no different. I can't say when this changed in me, but it did. I dated far less and concentrated on my life, my career and my friends. Friends too were changed during that time, eliminating those whose only ambition was to ride my coattails in exchange for true friends who cared about me for who I was inside. This was when I met Sam. No, we did not hit it off right away in fact I had little to no interest in him as anything more then a friend. In fact it was almost two years before we actually had a date and another two years before he proposed. Our married life started out perfect. We both had good jobs, we were able to buy a nice house, drive upscale cars and vacation wherever we chose. Our sex life was very good, at times fantastic. Sam stands about six foot two, was an athlete in college and maintains his body as I do mine. He has a nice cock and I loved how it filled me whenever we made love. After a few years of marriage I found myself allowing a co-worker to become close. We would have dinner when Sam was out of town and enjoyed each other's company. One night this co-worker slid a hotel room key across our table and I was tempted to pick it up. In fact I stared at it for a good while before telling him that this was not the person I wanted to be. I stood up and left the restaurant and went straight home. I brooded over this event for a few weeks and then after a particularly great fuck from Sam, I told him about the whole thing. I assured him that I never entertained the idea of cheating on him, but that some part of me had to understand that all the dinners were not just happening, that I was in some way being unfaithful, but that I never saw the true nature of things until the key was put on the table. I apologized for my stupidity and begged Sam to forgive me. He did at once, but also said that both he and I would need to talk about this type of thing and the why of it. He admitted that he felt equal in blame because if he was doing all the right things then I would not have be put into that situation. I gasped at his honesty and hugged him harder then I can recall ever doing, then I cried for an hour. Sam said. "Get it out Alexis, and then let it go. Tomorrow is Saturday and we can spend the day talking about our relationship, what we want and or need and we will go forward together as husband and wife, as man and woman, as lover and lover." Still crying I nodded and clung to Sam as we both slept. Over breakfast I felt nervous, my fear that Sam might have changed his mind, that perhaps instead of working things out he would simply ask for a divorce. I realize now that my shallow lifestyle of the past was influencing my thoughts. "So Alexis, tell me about your sexual desires. Tell me. What makes you hot? What are your fantasies? What do you think about when you're alone? I've been thinking that our non-sexual life is pretty good we have no financial problems seem to enjoy each others company and we maintain a good gathering of friends. Perhaps the answer to our issue is sexual." "Sam, sex with you has always been beautiful and loving. You are a great lover and your treat me so well, always seeing to my needs. Perhaps we need to be more inventive in our sex life?" "I think you may be right, perhaps even though what we have is good, maybe it is too predictable, to common. Maybe it is in some ways becoming just another chore like doing the dishes or taking out the trash!" "Sam, I think that your comparisons, while harsh and not completely true, may be close." "So Alexis, I'll ask you again. What do you fantasize about? What kind of husband do you want from me?" "You know it's hard, if not embarrassing to admit those things we've been taught since we were children not to talk about much less do. In those early days when I was just beginning to think about the whole boy and girl thing, I usually saw myself with a man who was, how do I say this right? A man who was in control! No, not like a control freak or anything. Just it always seemed growing up that Dad made a lot of the decisions. I guess with all the freedom women now possess, the jobs and career opportunities we now have that that notion of the husband being in control sounds obsolete." "Well I for one do not see myself as some sort of control freak either. Yet I understand what you said about today's society and the one I both grew up in. Well at least where there were two parent households. I guess we could say that in today's world either one of us can take the reins, if you will." "No, I think that I want to be married to a man who is in the lead or in control. In a sense you would be in control of what I do, or say, how I dress, where I go etc. In reality by agreeing to do those things, I too am in control too." We tossed this concept back and forth all weekend and late Sunday night we agreed to let it lie for the week. The following weekend we would plan a get away and use a neutral location to continue the discussion. It would be a normal week for us Sam was in town all week. We spoke of lots of things that week, made love almost every night but did not broach the subject of fantasy. On Friday night we checked into a beachside resort a few hours away. It was almost the off-season but most of the restaurants were still open and the weather, while not beach weather, was warm. The shops were also still open and so we strolled the town, had long lunches and talked a lot. I knew by then that I wanted Sam to take control of me, of my life. Late Saturday we strolled into a fashionable women's shop and I decided to adopt my role as a means of answering my husband. "Sam, I am going to gather a few dresses to try on and I want you to choose which, if any I should have." Sam blinked and I saw understanding in his eyes and he merely nodded. I modeled a few dresses, all of which were nice and looked good on me. As I was about to go back for another Sam stopped me and said. "I'd liked to see something a bit more daring, something you could never wear to work." I nodded and went in search for something that met those standards, noticing that my panties were feeling a little damp. I found a dress that was relatively short in length and had a plunging neckline. In the dressing room I slipped the dress on over my bra and panties and looked in the mirror. Immediately I slipped it off my shoulders and took off my bra. Slipping it back on I liked the look and just for fun I bent over and slipped off my panties. Before going out to model this sexy dress, I gathered up my bra and panties. I walked out to the dressing room and went immediately to Sam and handed him my bra and panties then paraded about showing him the dress from all sides. Sam made no attempt to hide my underwear, in fact he left them lying across his legs as his eyes stayed glued to me. "Is this more what you had in mind Sam?" "Yes, this is a good start Alexis, let's see if they will let you wear it home." My clothes went into the bag that would normally have held the dress and my bra and panties were put in my hands to carry as I walked out. I'd always had men staring at me but that late afternoon I felt as though even the women were doing so to. I felt naked, even though I was dressed, my breasts were covered but a good deal of cleavage was revealed and I could feel the wind occasionally flowing up the skirt and reminding me of my naked cunt. Of course the constant drip of my pussy was slowly coating my thighs as well. We stopped in at the hotel and dropped my bag and my underwear where Sam bent me over the bureau and slid his cock into my wet hot pussy. I gasped a how hard he was and how full I felt. Sam whispered in my ear. "This is for me, Alexis. I am going to fuck you and cream your cunt then we'll go down to dinner. If you cum so be it, but that's not my care." "Yes Dear." I spread my legs to accommodate and tried to squeeze his cock as he rode me hard. He came with force and I felt his ejaculate spewing inside me and I felt proud. I began then to understand how pleasing Sam was something I really had not made a focus of in our life. True to his word, he pulled our, wiped his cock on a towel and we went out for dinner his cum a constant flow down my legs. As we walked down the street my mind focused on Sam's cum as it oozed down my thighs and onto my calf. Entering the restaurant I felt a bit embarrassed or maybe humiliated because I felt everyone could see the slowly drying cum on my legs. I don't recall much of our diner, only that I enjoyed Sam's company and thought of nothing but returning to our room, where I hoped that Sam would fuck me again. Once back in the room Sam asked. "Alexis, please take of your dress and climb on the bed on your hands and knees." "Yes, Dear." I quickly dropped the dress and positioned myself as directed. Sam had stripped and was behind me, his hands slowly playing with my ass. "Spread your knees and push your ass up." I did as he asked and soon I felt the tip of his hard cock sliding along my pussy slit and rubbing against my clit. Sam reached around me and took my left tit in his hand and palmed it, using his thumb to flick back and forth over my hard erect nipple. As he did so his cock slipped ever so slowly into me and I gasped. Sam seemed to be bigger then I recalled and his cock longer. I felt every bump and ridge of his cock like I'd never felt before. He took his other hand and reached around and down to my cunt and began to masturbate me as his cock slowly pumped in and out of me. "Alexis! I want you to cum for me." His hands increased their ministrations of my tit and clit and his cock moved ever faster in and out of me. I felt my pussy become drenched in my own juices and my clit harden in his hand. My breath became shallow and my body shook with tremors as an orgasm built within me. When Sam simultaneously pinched my nipple and clit I exploded and he began to thrust into me with greater and greater speed. I started an orgasm that seemed to have no end as Sam pinched and twisted both my nipple and clit and I came harder. His cock was a throbbing piston plowing into me as I shook and trembled. Then he shot his load and the force of his cum spewing inside me sent me over the top and I was crying mumbling swearing and yelling for him to fuck me! We both collapsed onto the bed, Sam rolling slightly to my right. Some time later I whispered to Sam. "May I clean your cock, dear?" A gently hand on my head, pushing me towards his groin was my answer and I licked and sucked our combined love juices. As I did so Sam's cock grew hard again and I looked up and said. "May I ride you Dear, or would your prefer my mouth?" I'd given Sam a blowjob now and again but I never asked permission before, it was always a reluctant agreement on my part. Tonight I want that cock in my mouth and I wanted to feel him cum in my mouth. "I'm enjoying your mouth Alexis, just make sure you don't waste anything." If you'd given me a million dollars I would not have been more pleased at that moment and I don't know why, other then the knowledge that I was pleasing my husband. So I gave Sam a blowjob I never knew I could. Taking my time, sucking his balls, licking his cock from bottom to top then engulfing his cock till I gagged. I drooled saliva as I sucked his cock and was lost in the beauty of having him in my mouth. I felt Sam stiffen and then a hot spurt flooded my mouth and I hurried to swallow his salty sperm. I know some slipped out of my mouth but I swallowed most of it and when he stopped spewing I used his cock to slide any escaping cum back into my mouth and then cleaned his cock with my tongue. That weekend was the beginning and as we rode hone Sam and I developed rules for our life. 1)I could keep my job or quit. My choice but regardless of my choice my primary function would be to please my husband. 2)I could not orgasm without Sam in the room. I could masturbate all I wanted but I could not finish. 3)I would no longer wear pants or panties. Skirts, dresses only. 4)Sam would choose any underwear I would wear, if I wore any. 5)If Sam asked for something I could not do, I could decline. 6)All violations would result in punishment. Either physical or emotional. 7)I was to please Sam Over time we formalized these rules and now I no longer can masturbate at all. AS for punishment we no longer consider emotional only physical. We both find that I am so much more responsive that way. I did leave my job and am now at home most of the day. That Monday night after the first weekend I was required to strip naked as I stepped into the house and remain so while I was in the house unless Sam has something special for me to wear. That first night sitting naked next to Sam he handed me the laptop. It was already on a web site for submissive women. He said to me. "I do not consider you a submissive, not in any sense of the word, however this is a site where you might find things to please me." Then he got up and showered. I looked at all the various items for sale and tried to think of what I might buy that would please him. That night I selected a pair of nipple clamps and a clit clamp, recalling how hard I'd cum when Sam hand pinched and twisted my nipple and clit. I quickly concluded the purchase and closed the site. Sam came back, showered and wearing a robe. "Did you please me Alexis?" "I hope so dear, we will know when the package arrives. I had it sent to you. If you are pleased then I will know." Sam opened his robe and pulled his cock up to my mouth. Without words, merely a look in his eyes and a slight nod from Sam and I took his cock in my mouth. I would not be allowed to enjoy the taste of him that night as he pulled out and after spreading my legs he fucked me hard and fast. "Cum for me Alexis, cum for me" His words made me recall the pain and pleasure of his clit and nipple twisting the past weekend and I was soon rolling through an orgasm that built as he fucked me. He never touched my tits that night he didn't have to. I came before he did and came again as his cock filled my hot cunt. So I wash myself carefully, taking my time, making sure I don't touch myself in such a way as to excite myself. Sam has been gone almost a week and I need to prepare for him and to cum for him. I step out of the shower and gently dry myself. I blow dry my hair and pull it into a ponytail. In the bedroom I slip on the garter belt I was instructed to wear, slide a pair of stockings up and clasp them to the belt. I thin cotton blouse is next and as I slowly button it up it tighten across my chest and I can see my nipples harden and dent the fabric. I find the skirt and slip it up over my stocking encased legs. It's a short skirt and my pussy will be on display when I sit. Lastly I slip on a pair of five-inch stiletto heels. A last check in the mirror and satisfied I go down to the living room to await my ride. Sam has ordered a limo service to pick me up and take me to him. As I sit there I recall the day that first purchase arrived or the day that Sam used the nipple and clit clamps on me. As first there was pain but that faded as we progressed in out sexual actions. I do recall that as I came Sam removed the clamps and the surge of blood back into my cunt and tits made me explode. I made other purchases since then that have pleased Sam but none have pleasured my like the clamps. When I hear the knock on the door I open it and allow the driver to escort me into the limo. There is no way I can enter and remain covered so I don't try. The driver sees my exposed cunt and gently closes the door. When we arrive at the destination I await the driver who eagerly opens my door and assists me out of the car. His eyes remain glued to my naked pussy and he barely notices me as I reach into my blouse and retrieve a twenty I stashed over my tit, and hand it to him and say. "Thanks for the ride." He seems stunned and I feel his eyes follow me as I head into the restaurant where I know Sam is waiting. I see Sam and go to the table he has arranged and he stands and pulls out my chair. I am a little disappointed that the tablecloth hangs so low that no one will see my naked ass, but I am so pleased to see Sam that I dismiss it. Dinner is wonderful and our conversation is endless. As we order desert a woman appears and asks Sam if she can join us for a moment. Sam nods and then stand and pulls a chair out for her. She turns to Sam and ignoring me says. "My name is Diane and I am a local business woman. I noticed you and your lovely woman, is she your wife?" "Yes, this is my wife Alexis and my name is Sam." "I notice that your wife keeps her eyes down when anyone other then you are at the table, is your wife perhaps a submissive type?" "I think these questions are a bit personal." "Forgive me if they seem so, its just that her breasts are almost perfect and I thought perhaps, if she were yours to command that I might have a product that might interest you." "Well my wife is not an actual submissive. My wife has decided to please me in every way she can. She will in some ways act submissive but she is not mine to command unless that command is one she feels will please me and in turn please her to do so. So tell Alexis about your product and allow her to decide if it would please me." "What a wonderful relationship you have. Tell me Alexis, may I ask you a question?" "Yes, Diane." "Are your nipples sensitive? Are they always so erect?" "Um...well in a way they are. Usually they are erect only when I am with my husband. But they are always sensitive." "Have you ever considered having them pierced? Perhaps one nipple, maybe both?" "No, I have not. I have seen some examples of such a thing and I have wondered." "Well that is a part of my business and I can assure you that should you want to have such a thing done to your nipples, it would be another way to please your husband. I assume you please him from time to time by enduring some gentle discomfort?"