3 comments/ 21320 views/ 25 favorites Hard Time Ch. 02 By: wildescarlet See Hard Time for Dean's homecoming, in which he makes Ellery a woman. Dean's hands and feet were shackled behind his back as he walked between the rows of cells. The lights were out and he couldn't make out the faces of any of the dark figures watching him be led through. But he knew they were watching. One of them whispered something indistinguishable but gradually, as other voices started joining in, he realized they were chanting two words: dead man. A billyclub poked him in the back to hurry him along but the hallway seemed to last forever. At the end of it was a door with a tiny square window of light. Sunlight. Dean wanted to run, but the metal chains were too tight to allow him to do anything but shuffle slightly faster. The ominous chorus grew louder as he approached the door but he didn't care- he was going to be free. When he finally arrived, the door swung open slowly, hinges shrieking as if from disuse. But it wasn't freedom that waited on the other side. It was an electric chair. "No, this is a mistake," Dean yelled as the billyclub tapped insistently for him to proceed. "This is justice," the guard growled. "I paid for my crimes!" "You haven't even begun to pay." "Dead man! Dead man! Dead man!" the prisoners seconded. "I won't!" He started to struggle but the billyclub hit the back of his head with a sickening crack. Lights out. Dean woke up with a start, disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings. Relief washed over him when he realized he wasn't in prison. And then another mixture of emotions came over him when he held his naked sister again. The feel of her hot flesh, the heaviness of her limpid limbs, her throaty sigh when Dean fingered her sex for his own comfort. "Good morning," Ellery whispered, lifting her top leg over his to make herself more accessible to her brother's touch. The simple gesture meant her continued acceptance. When she turned around to meet his lips with a slow kiss, it meant her love. "It is good," Dean said, his morning wood aching against her spectacular ass. "Ahhh, be careful, I'm still sore," she plead drowsily when he plunged a finger up Elle's cunt. "Sorry, babe," he cooed, going slower with his strokes, his thumb circling her fleshy pearl. "Oh, Dean, I love the feel of you inside me..." her breathing, so recently deep with sleep, was now shallow as she writhed in her brother's arms. "I love the way your pussy feels," Dean said into her ear, flicking her earlobe with his tongue. "It's so sweet...and beautiful...and mine," he added with another finger. "Do you want me?" Ellie murmured, reaching back to find his erection with her hand. "I want you..." Dean kissed her neck as he entered, biting down harder than he meant to once he was buried to the hilt in hot pussy. His fingers, still sliding around Elle's clit, could feel the intrusion, and his cock, once it started moving, could feel the effects of his manipulations. His baby sister was close to cumming- her silky passage was tightening like a vice-grip and her little whimpers were becoming one long moan. "You gonna cum for me, Ellie? Yeah? Come on, baby, yeah...Oh fuck..." Dean gradually rolled to his back and, as though the position came quite naturally, Ellery sat up on top of him backwards cowgirl style. Dean held her by the hips while she fucked him at a leisurely pace. Her hair cascaded onto his chest as she threw back her head, eyes closed and lip bit in concentration. Dean marveled at how she pleasured herself- tugging at her nipples, gyrating around on his rod, masturbating furiously - and him in return. He wanted to make it hard and fast but the longer he let her set the tempo, the more intense it felt. When Ellery began cumming- her vagina spasming, cream flowing and mouth issuing a long cry of joy- an orgasm crept up on Dean and erupted full force. "Oh fuuuuccckkkk!" he howled, shooting his load deep inside his sister. He let her orgasm as long as she could on top of him and gasped when a sated Elle rolled off, her brother's cum dripping onto her thighs. "I think we should take a shower," she remarked, seeing both fresh and caked on fluids all around both their crotches. Dean had never been so excited to shower with another person- not only a female for a change, but this beautiful creature that he now called his lover. He lathered her breasts with soap while she used her hands to help rinse off her sticky sex. Then he took over washing her nether-lips and inner thighs while her arms slipped up around his neck and she kissed him under the falling water. With one hand massaging her soapy pussy, his other began playing with her ass. First squeezing both pert little cheeks, then sliding his soapy fingers between her ass crack, and finally pressing a fingertip against her puckered hole. Elle moaned in approval, relaxing her sphincter so one finger could slide in. "Oh god, Dean," she gasped, as he stimulated both of her entrances. Two fingers went up her cunt and his fat middle finger came out of her rear. Then as he retreated from her sex, he invaded her asshole again. "Is that good?" he asked. "No...it's amazing..." Ellery breathed, riding both of his hands now. "I feel like I'm gonna cum so hard." Barely breaking his finger-banging rhythm, Dean gently positioned Ellery so she was facing the side of the shower stall and he was standing behind her. She stretched her arms up and pressed both palms against the tile to brace herself. He wanted to initiate her into the world of anal sex right then, but he decided this had been a good introduction already. Hard and ready to take his sister again, Dean pulled his fingers out of their respective holes, used his hands to position her just so, and slid his cock into the only one he'd taken completely. It felt damn good. "Are you still going to cum for me?" he inquired, starting a slow and steady fuck, holding her possessively by her dangling breasts. "Yes, oh fuck when you slide in like that...yeah just like that," she purred, grinding back to stimulate her inner erogenous zone. Dean pulled almost all the way out and plunged back in the way she liked it, and every time he was rewarded with her wail of pleasure. She was so close, he knew if he touched her clit, Ellie would cum in a heartbeat. "I'm gonna make you cum," he informed her, "and then I'm gonna fuck you- hard. Is that okay?" "Yes, Dean. Please- don't stop until you fill me up again!" Dean's prediction came true. With a swift maneuver- a rough smack followed by several quick clockwise circles- and Ellie was shuddering all around him. Then, as promised, he took her hard, lifting her by the hips until he had half her weight and the wall supported the rest. It had been a while since he'd wrestled with the mechanics of shower-sex, but she felt so light and he so powerful that he had no problem screwing her brains out. It didn't take long to push Dean over the edge either. "Oh fuck Elle, fucking shit, fuuccckk!" He held her close as the last of his load jettisoned out, convulsing and grunting until they were both released. Ellery turned around and wrapped her arms around her brother, kissing him under the hot spray of water. Once again, he helped his love wash off her thoroughly sodden cunt as she tended to his cock. "Now I'm really sore," she teased. "But not as sore as I would have been if you'd taken me on the other side." "I was tempted, but I didn't want to freak you out," he confessed. "I wouldn't have freaked out as much as you'd think. We should work up to it though," she softly, like she wanted him to be her backdoor man. Those words were more of a turn on than she probably thought. Out of the steamy shower, they dried one another off with oversized Egyptian towels. Still feeling particularly wicked, Dean was about to ask if she had any Vaseline when they heard a knock at the door. "You expecting someone?" he asked nervously, wrapping a towel around his waist. "Fuck!" Ellery exclaimed. "I was supposed to call mom and dad last night. Fuck!" She wrapped her towel securely under her arms and squeezed some of the water from her hair into the sink. The knocks continued more forcefully. "Will they go away?" he asked hopefully. "No. They have the fucking key. I'll deal with them," Elle said with determination. "But you're- and I'm- we just-" stammered Dean. "Just stay put and be quiet, for the love of God," she ordered, walking out of her room and shutting the door firmly behind. Dean tiptoed next to the door so he could hear without his shadow being seen. Then he heard his sister letting their parents inside. "Is he here?" It was the first time he'd heard his father's voice in almost four years and he sounded as angry with his son as ever. "Who?" inquired Ellery innocently. "Your brother, you know damn well who I mean!" "No, dad. You want to search the spare room? He could be hiding in the closet." From the sound of things, his father did indeed go into the empty bedroom to look around. "Or in the shower!" she yelled. Despite being by himself, Dean blushed at the thought of their amazing shower together. "Your father's just concerned, Ellery," he could hear their mother saying from the living room. Always standing up for her husband before her children. "Well, I can tell he was here. Getting his eighteen year old sister drunk, that's fantastic," dad said, obviously finding the evidence of his homecoming celebration. Oh god- hopefully she'd hidden the clothes they'd shed in the heat of last night's passion. "Desmond was here. He took Dean back to his house to stay for a while," Ellery said without missing a beat. He'd known Desmond since grade school and he was one of the few friends he had who'd never been arrested. "Oh? Then why didn't they just go get drunk at his house?" "Desmond's married with children now. He was in enough hot water with his wife already, bringing an ex-con home. I don't think bringing a whole bunch of liquor along would have made her too happy." Dean held his breath, wondering if their father would actually buy it. "Well, your brother can be Desmond's problem. I don't want him mooching off of you." The anxiety he'd felt turned swiftly to anger. Is that what he thinks I want? "Are you satisfied now, Jim?" mother chimed in. "Can we let our daughter get dressed?" "Oh, of course. Sorry pumpkin." Dean wondered if he'd even noticed that Elle was wearing a towel, he was so intent on finding his wayward son. "Maybe you'll come meet us for brunch?" their mother offered brightly. "I'm not really hungry right now, mom." "Honey, your father didn't mean to upset you, he just wanted to make sure-" "That I wasn't with my brother?" interrupted Elle fiercely. "That I wasn't being corrupted by my own flesh and blood- hell, your own flesh and blood, unless you've forgotten." Damn, Ellie! "He's not a part of this family until he changes his ways- starts telling the truth and working for what he has instead of stealing it from someone else." "If you'd actually talked to him lately- instead of completely abandoning him- you would see that he has changed. If you just gave him a chance..." "Ellery, sweetheart. I know you don't have much experience with men, but your brother is a man. And a real man shows his character with actions, not just words. Don't let Dean talk you into thinking he's reformed until you see proof. Do you understand?" "I understand completely. Now if you don't mind, I just got out of the shower and I'd like to get some clothes on. Unless you have some other words of wisdom?" "We're leaving, right Jim?" "Yes, Marianne," their father conceded. "I love you Ellery. Some day you'll see why I'm trying to protect you." "Thanks," Elle said dryly, opening the front door for their parents. "Please call us, dear. We'd love to spend time with you before you start school- help you buy some nice new clothes." Their mother had always tried to shop her blues away and no doubt thought some extra cash would make her daughter forget about the whole thing. Ellery said good-bye, politely as a bank teller who really wants to say "get bent". Dean heard the door lock and soon the bedroom door swung open. "The coast is clear," she sighed, letting him out of his girly cell. "I didn't know you could lie so well," complimented Dean. "It was close. I managed to hide your clothes but there was nothing I could do about the rest. For a second, I thought he was going to look for you in my bedroom- I don't know if I could have lied my way out of that." "We would have just had to tell him the truth- that we've fallen madly in love and I'm not going anywhere," he laughed. "That's not funny, Dean. I am madly in love with you. And I don't want you to go anywhere. But what the hell are we going to do?" Touched by her sincerity and obvious dismay at their quandary, Dean hugged Elle as a brother and a lover. "I don't know right now, baby," he admitted. "But Dad's done ruling my life- and yours too. As long as we are free in our hearts, nothing will keep our love in chains." "Prison has made you a poet," teased Ellery, running her nails down his back until he was covered in goosebumps. "I wouldn't go that far. But god has it made me horny," he muttered, his hardness tenting against the nubby terrycloth "You can say that again," Elle smirked, releasing the loose fold securing his towel in place As if she could sense how raw and sensitive he was at the moment, Ellery used only her mouth. Her own towel fell down when she got to her knees, there in the middle of the living room where there parents were just looking for him. Dean wasn't sure, because it felt so goddamn good in the first place to have a woman eager to go down on him, but the fact that they were so close to being caught made it even more erotic. He imagined they might be coming back- maybe their father wanted to check the closet just to be sure...Since his sister had already shown him she could withstand a little discomfort, Dean began fucking her face with a growing sense of urgency. Ellery started humming a little fellatio tune and the vibrations combined with her already superb sucking skills made Dean's knees buckle. Holding her by a hank of wet hair, he stopped fucking and let her finish him off. The glorious pressure built until finally- "Oh Ellie- oh my fucking god!" he came for the third time that morning. He could feel her swallowing his cum like it was a delicious drink and she didn't want to miss a drop. "Fuck, you're going to kill me," Dean said with complete appreciation when his sister's mouth pulled away with a smile. "Don't worry- I'm pretty good with resurrections," she assured him. Holding her naked form- air-dry now except for her damp shoulders- Dean asked what he could do for her. "I don't know, Dean-o. We're both kind of sore and you almost lost your jaw last night," Ellery replied ever-sweetly. "That's true- but my jaw's made a speedy recovery," he said, kissing her deeply and gathering her up into his arms. "Back to bed?" Her voice was trembling, as if she had experienced the same thrill of almost be discovered. "I'm afraid so," Dean informed her, and threw her down to show her how capable his mouth still was.. Ellery was never quite so beautiful as when she was surrendering to ecstasy. She splayed her legs unabashedly, and let him do the rest. Just like her nipples did, Elle's pussy would grow maroon, and in some spots the shade of a fresh bruise, the longer he played with them. And though he thought his sister's lips looked gorgeous wrapped around his cock, they were even sexier when calling his name, cursing the heavens or begging him: "yes, yes!" and even more fervently, "enough!" Dean kissed them hungrily with his cunt mouth. The longer they kissed the more scarlet her lips turned. So many delicious shades of flesh to feast upon. Her nipples were firm rose buds; sex an open flower coated in dew; lips two smooth petals warmed by the summer sun. She was a lush garden he had the fortune to come upon during its lustiest bloom. Dean nodded off blissfully and awoke some time later to find his sister getting dressed. She'd pulled on a pair of black slacks and a lacy white bra and was in the process of selecting a white shirt from a pile of virtually identical white shirts "Go with white one," he said hoarsely. "Hey! I was hoping I wouldn't have to leave you a good-bye note. I have to go into work," Elle explained, buttoning up a pristine silk blouse. "Fuck- what time is it?" He felt like he'd just dozed off for a second. "A little after four. Which means I'm late..." Ellery tucked in her shirt and ran a brush through her hair. "I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean to keep you in bed pretty much the whole day." "Don't be," she said softly, sitting down next to him in bed. "I've never been late for a more delightful reason." Dean caught the scent of a floral perfume over the smell of her fruity body wash. She wore only the slightest bit of eye makeup to accentuate their lovely shape and color. There was a natural rosiness to her cheeks and glow to her skin overall- the result of youth and lots of sex. He kissed her, tasting her minty mouth and realizing he must still have a serious case of morning breath. "Here's some money for food or whatever," Elle said briskly, putting several twenties on the nightstand. "I thought I was worth more than that?" She shook her head and continued. "I get off around ten-thirty. Mom and dad insisted I get a landline so there's a phone in the kitchen. I'll try to call if I'm running too late, but I don't really know the number..." "I think I'll be fine, sis. As long as I can order porn while you're out." For once, after all they'd been up too, Elle gave him a scandalized look. "Don't worry. I think I would hurt myself if I tried to jack off while you're gone." "Just don't order too many. I need your cock fully functional," she winked. "Love you, Ellie." "You too, Dean." He listened while she gathered a few more things together, opened and closed her front door, and locked him inside. A sinking feeling came over him- like he was trapped or damned. Or both. Ellery's lingering fragrance still teased his nostrils- the bed, the very air, smelled like her. Dean took one look at a row of accusatory unicorns lined up on top of his sister's dresser and decided he had to get out. He put on his clothing, which had been pushed under the sofa and crammed the cash in his wallet. There was only a shiny pink razor and some tropical breeze shaving cream so he skipped shaving, ran a comb through his hair and used Elle's toothbrush. Hopefully she wouldn't mind. Hungry and thirsty for something other than pussy, he poured himself a large glass of orange juice and popped a couple of pieces of bread in the toaster. There wasn't much else in the fridge besides sugar free yogurt and rabbit food. Not even real butter, he found much to his chagrin and had to use some "unbelievable" spread that couldn't deceive his palette at all. Slightly satiated, Dean decided to go for it and call information for one Desmond Emerson. The voice in the outgoing message was definitely his old friend. After the beep, Dean suddenly realized he had no idea what to say- certainly "Can you lie to my parents if they call because I slept with my sister last night and she had to think of something quick to explain where I was," wouldn't work. He didn't even know the fucking number! "Uh, hey Desmond, it's me- Dean. Dean McQuaid?" Fuck, now I sound like an idiot. "Anyway, I'm, uh, back in town and I wanted to say hello. So- hello..." Smooth Dean. Real smooth. "This is my sister's number- you remember Elle? Maybe you'll have it on caller id or something. If you wanna catch up. Well...bye," he finished awkwardly and hung up before he could say anything else stupid. Hard Time Ch. 02 He didn't have a key but Dean felt like this was the sort of place where you didn't have to lock the door. It would be fairly easy to pick anyway, though there was security camera by the elevator. There was a security code and camera posted at the entrance as well, but he didn't foresee any problem getting back in- he milled around the door until a resident came by and entered the code. It played a four tune melody that Dean quickly memorized. God it felt good to be free, but no wonder they locked me up, he mused, strolling down the sidewalk of a somewhat familiar street. There had been a development boom and there were several new condo high-rises and upscale stores. But he only had to follow his nose to find the smell of grilling meat. Real meat, deep fried potato wedges and a beer- he was a happy man. Feeling slightly buzzed, Dean used his change to catch the bus uptown and got off by a less expensive place to buy clothes. He considered how easy it would be to walk out with a shirt on, maybe a pair of sunglasses and belt. But he made his necessary purchases, picked up an application for Waffle House and headed back downtown. Once back in Ellery's apartment, Dean shaved, changed clothes and brushed his teeth again to get rid of the taste of raw onions. There was a stackable washer and dryer tucked away in the hall, so he started a load of his clothes and towels since quite a few of them seemed to be laying about for some reason. He felt so domestic that he made her bed and straightened up the living room too. It wasn't until he started cleaning up in the kitchen- putting glasses into the dishwasher and clearing off the counters- that he noticed the phone was blinking. Desmond had left a message. "Dean McQuaid, you sonofabitch!" That was a good start. "I haven't talked to you in ages. Heard you got locked up. Glad to hear you're on the other side, brother," he chuckled warmly. "Get back to me whenever you're done raising hell. And call my mobile- Catherine heard your message and thinks something's wrong with you." Dean committed his cell number to memory before he hung up and dialed it. "Hello?" "Desmond you motherfucker!" "Dean, how the hell are you?" There was an ease to talking with Desmond that he'd forgotten about. He filled him in on married life- wife, kid with one on the way, picket fence, boring job- and listened to Dean's description of medium security prison. "What's it like being out?" "Good. Weird. Scary. I don't know what I'm going to do besides apply for a food service job." "Hmmm. Maybe I can help with that. I know a lot of contractors looking for crew members. It's construction so it's hard but it pays well. I can put in a good word for you. A smooth talker like you could land a position in equipment sales if you work at it long enough." As a civil engineer, Desmond apparently knew most of the contracting firms in the area. "That would be fantastic." "No problem. I'll keep in touch about it. Maybe I can take you out for drinks next time I'm free." "I'll hold you to that. So, um, I know this might sound strange, but you haven't heard from my dad have you?" "No...Why?" "Elle sort of told him that I was staying with you. Dad's afraid I'll corrupt her if we live together," Dean explained. "You haven't, had you? Corrupted her I mean," Desmond asked. "I hope not," said Dean sincerely. "She could use it." "Pardon?" "I see Elle at the Country Club sometimes, when we meet Catherine's parents for dinner. Last time she told me that she just turned eighteen and if I wasn't married..." He let out a long whistle to indicate that he would have done exactly what Dean had. "Hey, that's my baby sister you're talking about!" Dean said defensively- and not just because Elle was his sister. "Come on, you used to drool over Moira all the time." Desmond's older sister was a dirty, dirty blonde. She got a kick out of teasing all of them, though she wasn't as hard to get as she played. "That was different- I was a kid. And as I remember, you thought she was hot too." "I still do. Again, if I wasn't married..." Dean was about to ask what he meant by that, but then he heard Desmond call out "okay hon!" then followed up with, "Listen, I gotta go. But I'm glad you called. And don't worry, your secret's safe with me." "Thanks, Des. Tell Moira hi for me." "I will. She's single you know. Would probably find the whole ex-con thing a turn-on. I'm sure you need to get laid." Dean forced a laugh before they said good-bye. Hopefully Desmond wouldn't try to do him any favors by setting him up with his sister. After all, he had his own That evening he waited until after he called his P.O. to break out the booze. By then he really needed it. Dean began to wonder if his parents were right- that he was a bad influence on his little sister. If he was preventing her from a world of opportunities with more successful men. Men who could provide. Men who weren't related. By the time Elle came home, he was deep in the cups and a moral debacle. Slightly disheveled but still as beautiful, she cried out in surprise when Dean picked her up and spun her around as soon as she put down her things. "I missed you too," she said before they kissed. "Did you have a good day?" Ellery scanned his face with sight concern, as if she could read the lines of worry written there. "Great. It started when I woke up next to the most beautiful woman." "Oh? Is she still here?" "No. After she had her way with me she paid me off and left." "Sounds smart too," Elle chuckled. "How bout you?" he asked, watching her remove the clips from her hair and shake it free. A hint of strawberries wafted to his nose. "I woke up to a dangerous criminal who wouldn't leave me alone until I passed out from cumming." "Sounds exciting." "Exhausting really. But I do hope I see him again." Elle kicked off her shoes with a sigh of relief. "Nightcap?" he offered. "I found olives in your pitifully stocked fridge. I can make you a vodka martini, extra dirty." "Please," she said simply, peeling her dress socks off on the sofa. "I may have found you a job," Elle called while he mixed their drinks using his sister's method of chilling the vodka in a glass carafe of ice cubes and straining it out with a slotted spoon. "Chef said there was an opening in the dish pits." "I may have a lead of my own," Dean informed her, handing over a glass complete with a toothpick-skewer of olives. Elle accepted with a look of curiosity so he continued. "I got a hold of Desmond today. You know- they guy who's putting me up? Said he might be able to hook me up with a construction job. Good money. Potential to advance, so he says. He also said that he still sees you sometimes, which you conveniently forgot to mention," Dean added. Elle shrugged. "On occasion. Hiss are members. Why- what did he have to say about me?" Dean took a sip before choosing the right words. "I think he has a crush on you." His sister blushed noticeably- and not just from the alcohol. "Has he come on to you?" he asked more angrily than he intended. "No more than any other man there with a frigid wife. Why? Are you jealous?" Elle taunted. "No. Of course not," he lied. "Come on, Dean. It was harmless flirting. I used to have somewhat of a crush on him too, when I was a girl." "You never told me that either." "I got smitten with you as well, if that makes you feel any better," she confessed, resting her head against Dean's chest. One of her hands started slipping up under his shirt sleeve- something she used to do when they were younger. He'd never said so, but it drove him crazy. "It does," Dean mused. "How old were you?" "Eleven or twelve. You bought that old muscle car and spent hours fixing it in the driveway with no shirt on. God, I swooned every time I saw you all greased up, working on that piece of crap." "She wasn't a piece of crap," he retorted, remembering his vintage Barracuda with great fondness. "She was my Black Beauty. Once I got her running, she purred like a tiger, ran like a cheetah, and got me all kinds of pussy." "Now I think I'm getting jealous," Elle joked. "Is that why you kept trying to help me?" he remembered suddenly- Ellery asking what this or that was under the hood, or trying to hand him his tools when he worked under the chassis. "I thought if I seemed interested in cars, you might not think I was such a stupid little girl." "I never thought you were stupid. But I did think you were trying to annoy me. You could never find the right sized socket wrench." "I did that on purpose. So you would have to explain the sizes to me all over again." "You brat!" "I know. I'm sorry. I picked something up after work, though, that might make it better." There was a wicked gleam to her eyes that piqued Dean's interest considerably. "A 1970 Plymouth Barracuda?" "No. But it is related to lube jobs," Ellery hinted. A few possibilities ran through Dean's head while Ellery dug through her oversized purse until she produced a bag from a drug-store. "I'm not old enough to shop at the Love Shack, but I thought this might be sufficient," said Elle about the tube of flavored "intimacy gel". "I thought you'd like Wild Cherry." "I do love the taste of a ripe cherry." The implications of her purchase had Dean's heart beating fast. Dare he ask? "I've been thinking all day about how good it felt when you fingered me there and I thought we could try it again tonight. If you're in the mood," Elle demurred, looking a bit embarrassed at her forthright request. "You tell me- am I in the mood?" asked Dean, taking her hand and touching it to the half-mast pole, slowly rising in his pants. "I don't know...I might have to investigate further." He watched Elle unwrap his package; obviously she was in quite the mood herself. "Should I test out this lube on you? Make sure it tastes good," she suggested once she'd gotten to the prize inside. "You'd better," said Dean gruffly as his sister stroked his hardness with something akin to reverence. The squirt of viscous gel felt shockingly cold at first, but Elle remedied that with her hot mouth. Suddenly, all of his worries seemed very far away. "Does it taste good, baby?" "Yeah...It tastes like dick pie..." she murmured, licking from his shaft to his cockhead before continuing her magnificent blowjob. "Fuck, Ellie. I didn't know what a dirty girl you were," he gasped, reaching under her blouse to grab her perfect tits. "Will you make me even dirtier, big Brother? Will you make me your anal slut too?" Good thing he'd washed so many towels. Hope you enjoyed! Not sure if there will be a third, but if you have any suggestions for what you'd like to see Dean and Ellery get up to next, let me know... Hard Time Ch. 03 I spent more time on this chapter than I intended. Instead of picking one character's perspective, I went for a blend of both Dean's and Ellery's POV. Thanks to everyone for your comments and emails- they're greatly appreciated. I tried to incorporate a few of your excellent suggestions. Chapter 3 is set a several weeks later from where we left them last. During that time, these naughty siblings have been exploring anal play. ***** Ellery felt an almost painful pressure build when the rippled probe entered her rear. As Dean pulled it out one reticulation at a time however, the uncomfortable feeling of fullness transformed into mind-blowing bursts of pleasurable release. It was more intense than when her brother used just his tongue and fingers, that fateful night she'd bought cherry flavored lube. And more gratifying than the expandable butt plug he'd gotten soon after. She couldn't imagine how it would feel when she was ready to take Dean's monster cock. "Ohh, oh, aaahh, ah, ah...Ohmmfphhhugghh!" Elle's moans turned ragged as Dean slipped two crooked fingers inside her pussy and pressed into her g-spot. Her vaginal walls clenched and quivered. She was close. Still keeping a steady rhythm with the anal probe, Dean finger-banged her with increased tempo. Just when he thought she might come, he shoved the toy in until only the heart shaped handle stuck out and pulled out of her cunt immediately. Ellery writhed around, howling for release, and gradually calm herself back in her all-fours position. Dean gave her a few smart spanks before pulling the graduated beads out of her ass again. "Oh, fuck Dean, I'm gonna cum so fucking hard..." she whimpered. His fingers were lightly flicking her swollen clit. He loved the sight of her exposing her sex and ass to him. Ellery's pretty pink parts were inflamed with desire, gaping open and weeping for his intrusion. "I know, babe," Dean whispered. He took both ass cheeks into his hands and kissed her pussy lips as slowly and passionately as he would if they were the lips on her face, dipping his tongue in as if it were her mouth. Ellery ached from holding the position and the building tension in her womb that was about to explode. "Please, Dean. Fuck me...Make me cum with your cock..." she begged. As tempting as her rosy, puckered hole looked, glistening with juices, Dean knew she wasn't ready for him to take her there just yet. He handed her the ass-cherry flavored probe and told her to suck it. Elle turned her head to face him and took it slowly into her mouth. Her brother's fat cock was bouncing against her clit. When he reached in and tweaked her right nipple, Ellery thought she might cum then and there. "Good girl," he said gruffly, tossing the toy aside. Dean gave her a few hard slaps on each of her buttocks until her whole ass was covered with red handprints. Then he applied feather-light kisses on top of her tingling skin. Pre-cum oozed out of his tip and left a shiny trail when he skimmed it over her soft skin. "Fuuuck meee," Ellery plead again. With a low growl, he sank his cock into her tight pussy. "Ohhhhh fuucckkk!" his sister moaned as he eased in all the way, her vaginal walls clenching tight around their much needed penetration. Dean started pumping at steady tempo, punctuated every so often with a resounding smack against her firm ass cheeks. The rippling reverberations transmitted straight through her flesh to his own. But he didn't want to come yet, so he slowed down, pulling almost all the way out before delving back in. "Oooooh, yeah, oh, fuck Dean," she cried, ramming back against his slow thrusts. "You like it nice and slow, huh baby," he cooed, increasing the power but not speed of his languorous rut. "Yesss, I can feel. Every. Inch. Fuck!" Elle gasped as her brother slid a finger into her well-lubricated asshole. "Can you feel every inch of that?" he said through gritted teeth, wanting to cum inside of her so hard. "Oh god, yes. I love being filled up by you," she panted, feeling her own orgasm building to dizzying heights. "I want you to cum with me inside of you," he whispered, reaching around to rub her sex. Dean knew how sensitive her exposed clit was, so he circled it lightly. Elle arched her back in ecstasy, reveling in the glorious sensation of having her ass and cunt filled while her brother jilled her off. Dean kissed her back and told her cum for him, all around him. And then, with the slightest gyration of his hips to grind his cock right into her sweet spot, Ellery came. If he hadn't been holding her, she would have collapsed into the mattress as every muscle in her body tightened and then melted away. "Ohgodohgodohgohhhhhfuuuck," Dean shuddered, cumming just from the feel of her orgasm around his cock. He bucked several more times, filling her cunt to the brim with jism. Ellery cried out one last time when he pulled from both holes at once. His hot sticky cum trickled down her sex. Utterly exhausted, she relaxed into Dean's chest as he spooned her. "I wasn't expecting that to happen," she remarked breathlessly. "Neither was I..." . "It was amazing," Elle said, hugging his arm close to her. "Damn right it was," Dean grinned, kissing her on the top of her head. They'd been pleasantly surprised with how well things had turned out so far and not just with the exploring both ends of the sexual frontier. Desmond had come through, put in a good word for Dean and gotten him a job on a construction crew. It put his muscles to use and enjoyed being outdoors. Besides, there was something gratifying about doing honest work, like putting up houses in a quaint neighborhood that would be surrounded by white picket fences once they were complete. Ellery had solved the problem of their parent's interference by conjuring up an imaginary roommate. This phantom's name was Daphne, a culinary student who also worked at the Country Club. They popped some tags at the thrift shop, buying furniture and decorations to make it look like someone was actually living in the spare room. Elle even put extra clothes into the empty closet and toiletries around the bathroom to make sure it looked believable. It was a good thing they'd gone through the trouble because their mother came over one Thursday afternoon for an unexpected visit. She said it was only to say hello, but really she was trying to make amends for their dad's behavior with a substantial gift card to the mall. Fortunately alone at the time, Ellery refused the bribe and reminded her that without any financial ties, neither one of them had the right to drop by without calling. Her mother looked like she'd just been slapped in the face. "I'm not saying I never want to see you again, Mom," Elle sighed exasperatedly. "It's just I'm an adult and you're still treating me like a child. We can have coffee sometimes if you want to talk, but now's not a good time. I'm getting ready to go to work soon." "Well, I was at least hoping to meet your new roommate," she said weakly. Without hesitation, Ellery walked over to the extra bedroom and knocked, paused as if waiting for a reply and cautiously opened the door. It was staged perfectly down to the messy bed and a pile of dirty clothes. "Daph!" she called tentatively. "Daphne must be out," Ellery said after a moment, with false disappointment. "A bit messy, isn't she," her mother noted. "Yes," Ellery agreed, rolling her eyes as she shut the door. "But you two get along?" "Oh, capitally. She's like the sister I never had." "How's your brother?" asked her mother, segueing to her actual sibling and roommate. "Well. Working. Has his own place. I think he might have a girlfriend too. But you should really be asking him about all that. Don't you have Dean's number?" "Yes...But he won't return any of my phone calls." Her voice cracked when she admitted this and Ellery felt a twinge of sympathy. "I'll talk to him, okay Mom? He's stubborn as hell sometimes but he'll come around," Elle assured her. "He must have gotten that from your father," her mom said with a crooked smile, since she could be equally as stubborn. After a few more minutes of idle chatting they hugged good-bye and Elle hopped in for a much quicker shower than she'd wanted for before heading to the Club. She wasn't ready to forgive her mother for bailing on Dean. Or for constantly saying that she wanted Ellery to be independent while she smothered her anyway. But at least she was making some sort of an effort, which was more than she could say for their father. When Ellery got home that evening she found Dean zoning out in front of the TV. After giving him a much needed toe-curling kiss, she mentioned their mother's visit and asked why he hadn't called her back. He shrugged and went back to watching his show, beer in one hand, the other slipped inside the front of his pants like it was another pocket. Elle grabbed the remote and paused it in the middle of some old British man droning on about something called a Bugatti Veyron. "Will you stop being so damn stubborn and try talking to her?" "And say what exactly, Ellie? That I'm sorry for being such a fuck-up? That I'll work things out with dad? How 'bout that we're fucking?" he snapped. It's not my fault our mom's such a cunt. "You know that's not what I mean! Why do you have say shit like that?" Dean sees everything in black and white- if it's not perfect, then "fuck it". "At least that last statement's true," he pointed out. "It was," Ellery threatened in a huff. "You sure you want to go there, darlin'? Because I could last longer without than you. Four years straight. You couldn't last a week, at least without touching yourself. Or trying to rape me," Dean snorted. "Eighteen years, bitch. And if you're talking masturbation, I doubt you could last two days without jacking it. Or finding a whore." "I already have," he countered. Ellery would have slapped him if he didn't look so damn sexy. She could tell he'd been working in the sun, and he smelled of sawdust, sweat and Old Spice. All she could do was run her fingers through his thick sandy hair. "See- you want me right now," he smirked, touching her flushed cheek. Dean was right, but Ellery just took the beer out of his hand and took a long sip. She was still pissed that he snapped at her. "Come on, babe," he said, taking the beer from her hand and setting it aside. "I'll do it for you if you really want." "Not jack-off for two days?" she teased. "No, call Mom. Smartass." Dean said, shaking his head. "Don't call Mom a smartass!" Elle shrieked as he pulled her in and started tickling her ribs and armpits. "Stop it!" she tried to say forcefully, but only laughed harder as Dean attacked the back of her knees. "Uncle! Uncle!" "I think it would be more appropriate if you said Brother," he said, pulling up Elle's legs to reach her most tickling spot of all- the soles of her feet. "Bro-ohoho-ther-her-her-er!" Ellery plead, kicking with all her might. "I didn't quite catch that," he said, now tickling back up her legs to her inner thighs. "Brother!" she shouted quickly between giggles. Dean slowed down his tickling and it turned into a gentle massage, getting closer to her hot sex. "Oh, brother," she purred as Dean climbed in between her legs, his fingers gliding up her belly and between her breasts. "Yes, m'lovely?" he asked softly, fiddling with the top button of her blouse. Elle wrapped her legs around him, feeling his bulge press against her pussy through their clothes. "I think you're right. I couldn't last very long without trying to rape you..." Goosebumps popped up all over Dean's back as his sister ran down her nails down it, grabbed the hem of his shirt and started pulling it off of his head. "What are you doing?" he asked playfully, tracing her jawbone with his fingertip after she'd removed his shirt. "Oh, I just thought it was hot in here, baby. And I think it's cuz of you," Elle murmured in a sultry voice. "I don't think I'm ready for this," Dean said mockingly as she ran her soft palms all over his chest and sides. "Hmm...but your cock is," Elle pointed out, grating her clothed pussy along his tight seam. "I can't help it..." It was hard not to try to rip her blouse off to get a better view of her stiff nipples. "I think I know what can help it." Ellery wrapped her arms around Dean, glanced from his eyes to his lips, and kissed him. They made out for a while, but when he could no longer stand just dry-humping, Dean stood up and brought Elle with him. He carried her to the bedroom and let her slide off his body onto the bed. Falling to her knees in front of her half-naked brother, Ellery pulled him closer by the waist band of his jeans and proceeded to undress his bottom half. As usual, his cock was at full attention, bobbing so close to her mouth that she could help but bend forward and have a taste. "Fuck me," Dean hissed as she disarmed him, as per usual, with her flawless oral skills. "Don't worry, babe, I will," Ellery promised, wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock and continuing to suck. Usually she was the first one to get naked so it was sort of kinky for her the be fully dressed while Dean was the one without a stitch of clothing. Holding her by the hair with both hands, he threw his head back and chortled, "Oh, fu-hu-hu-hu-huck!" Giving his velvety mushroom-head another good twirl with her tongue, Ellery sat back on her heels and told him to lie down. Not able to maintain any pretense of reluctance, Dean obeyed. It was kind of nice being bossed around by his normally subservient sister. "Hmmm...very nice," Ellery growled, giving his pole a few good tugs before she crawled on top of his chest, still fully clothed. "Do you want me to take off my shirt?" she asked sweetly. "Yeah, baby," Dean nodded, running his hands around her lower back. Ellery bounced a little on his chest and pulled his hands away. "Arms down. By your sides...And call me ma'am," she ordered a little sternly. "Yes ma'am," Dean replied smartly, resting his arms on the bed though he still wanted to touch her. "Good." With a slow hand, Ellery slipped her buttons from their holes one by one; revealing first her décolletage, then her breasts cupped in white lace, and last her firm abdomen. She pulled her arms out of the sleeves and tossed her shirt aside. Dean automatically went to grab one of her tits but she slapped his hand away. "No touch," she commanded, wagging her finger. "Yes ma'am," Dean said a bit more sincerely. Ellery decided to tease him by rolling his nipples between her thumb and forefinger, then tickling his chest with her hair. He chuckled lustily, grabbing a hold of the sheets while she leaned down and put her tits right in his face. "Lick," she instructed. He slid his tongue up and down her cleavage, smelling her sweet mélange of fragrances. Ellery ground her cunt against his naked torso as he tasted her flesh. "Good..." She straightened up and fondled her own breasts through the lace before reaching behind her back to unhook her bra. She held the cups in place while the shoulder straps fell, tweaking her nipples with the loose material. Then Elle threw the bra across the room. Her erect nipples looked like two little pink pencil erasers and Dean had the urge to bite them very hard. But Madame Ellery was still in charge. Leaning forward again, she ordered him to suck. Dean drew one nipple into his mouth and suckled lustily, flicking it with his tongue like it was her clit. "Hmmm, that's good. Now the other." Elle moaned loudly when her nipple popped out of his mouth and then even louder when he sucked the other one in. "That's enough," she cried, feeling like she might orgasm. And she wanted him inside of her for that. Carefully, she rolled off of Dean and stood up next to the bed. Ellery realized it was a total role reversal- her standing there topless, taking off her pants, while he waited for her in bed naked. Dean just loved watching tits jiggling while she pulled her black slacks down over her hips and ass. She kicked them away once they'd fallen to her ankles. Elle's eyes locked with his as she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and peeled them down, kicking them aside as well once they'd fallen into a little white lace puddle on the floor. Jutting her pelvis forward, Ellery licked two fingers seductively and slid them into the dark crevice between her legs. "Touch yourself for me," she breathed, using her other hand to roll her tender nipples around very slowly. "Yes ma'am," answered Dean hoarsely. Was this the anticipation Elle felt when she was about to be taken? The feeling of being desired as she exposed herself to his lust? He stroked himself just as slowly, groaning more deeply the harder he got. "I'm going to fuck you now," Ellery informed him huskily, pulling her fingers out of her pussy. She sucked her own flavorful juices off with a satisfactory smack. As she got on top of him again, this time low enough to ride his cock, Dean grabbed her eagerly by the waist. "Arms at your side," she reminded. After he obeyed, Ellery rested one palm on his chest and with her free hand, she held the base of his cock to guide it in. As she lowered herself down, taking in his member in as slowly as possible, Dean had to stop himself from grabbing her hips and pushing her all the way down. Once he was halfway in, Elle let go of his manhood and rested both hands on his chest, the heels of her palms facing one another. Then she let herself sink down all the way and ground her clit down into his nest of coarse pubes. She played with this friction for a few minutes, holding most of his length inside. Then she began to pick up speed- tits bouncing, gasping mouth agape, flesh slapping flesh, pussy flared over his thick cock. "Hold my hands," Ellery asked in a high-pitched voice. They laced their fingers together and she used the extra leverage to fuck him even harder. "Not too fast!" she shouted when Dean started bucking his hips. Ellery's was so close but she liked to feel singed by the flames before being consumed by them. Dean knew she was about to cum- he could feel the scorching grip that always precedes her climax. He thrust back into her last slow rises and falls with just the right pressure. "Ohhhhhfuuhhhhhccckk!" screamed Ellery, ripping apart at the seams as an orgasm surged through her body. "Can I move my hands?" croaked Dean. "Yeeahhh," she whined, still in the last throes of coming. "Thank fuck," he muttered, grabbing her by the hips and rolled them over so he was on top. Elle squealed as he sank in even deeper, her cunt still pulsing greedily around him. As much as he had enjoyed being ridden by Ellery, it was good to be in control again. Holding her by the ankles, Dean started pumping. Hard. Not sledge hammering her or anything, just a nice hard fuck. He knew if he ground a little slower, circling his hips, they'd both squirt any second now... And then she was spiraling out all over again as Dean released inside the core of her womanhood. It was his turn to collapse on her, spasming and moaning as he filled her up with his seed. Such a shame she's on the pill, he thought vaguely, we'd make a beautiful baby... Ellery took an extra shift to help out with member- guest brunch that Sunday, so Dean was actually watching NASCAR without having to answer questions the whole time. He'd bought a case of Double Bastard Ale and had just cracked open a second bottle when he heard "Smoke on the Water" start to play. It took him a second to remember that was his ringtone. After a moment's hesitation, Dean decided to answer the Unknown Wireless Caller. Hard Time Ch. 03 "Hello?" he said warily. "Hello," replied a sultry female voice. Clearly not Ellery. "Who is this?" he asked, his interest piqued "I'll give you a clue. I ripped open the leather upholstery in the back of your Barracuda with one of my heels," she giggled. Dean didn't have to think long to remember that night. "Moira Emerson?" "Ding ding ding ding ding! Hi Dean-o. Long time no see." "You know it cost me nearly a hundred dollars to patch that seat up?" he said with mock anger. "I was worth triple. Besides, I didn't hear any complaints from you at the time," said Moira innocently. Well, as innocently as she could. "Neither did I," Dean recalled. "How are you, sweetheart?" "Still no complaints. Although I have been waiting for a call from some dick who either lost my number or became a total bitch in prison." Shit. Desmond had given him his sister's number and said to give her a call "for old times' sake", which was code for "to get laid". "Would you believe me if I said it was the latter?" he joked. "Yes, actually. I'm sure you were the hottest piece of ass to ever wear an orange jumpsuit." "I wish," Dean chuckled. "No, I've just been trying to get used being on the straight and narrow, you know? Not get into any trouble." Like you. "How boring. Speaking of which, Des says you're living with your sister." "Uh, yeah," he confirmed with a slight hitch in his voice. "It's been a good arrangement." "Is Little Miss Perfect your live-in parole officer or something?" Moira scoffed. "Or something," he said lightly. Although he was put off about Moira's apparent dislike for his sister, he had to admit that Ellery was a goodie-two-shoes. Outside of the bedroom at least...and the living room...and the bathroom...and on occasion the kitchen...or if he was driving...and sometimes at the movies if no one was around, Elle would- "Excuse me?" Dean asked shaking his head to focus on what she was saying. "Are you allowed to go out? Like on a date? Jesus, you're thick in more ways than one!" "Oh..." He could picture Moira in the backseat of his old car with her legs in the air. But the past is the past and the present- well, that was fucked up enough already. "Aw hell, Moira! I'd take you out in a heartbeat but I have a girlfriend already," Dean said a little begrudgingly. There was a prolonged pause. Did she hang up? "Too bad," she said blankly. "But I'd still like to get up with you- I mean, hook up with you - I mean we could still get together. As friends." Shit, what are you saying? There's no way the two of us can just be friends! Moira snickered at his obvious dilemma. "Thanks for the offer but I doubt your girlfriend would like that very much." "Probably not," Dean agreed, already planning on never telling Ellery that he'd even spoken to Moira. "Hmmm. I thought you'd come out like a wild animal from its cage. But you've been tamed, Dean. What a shame," she observed sourly. Give me a couple of hours and you'd be singing a different tune..."Sorry to disappoint. Really, really, I am. I still think about you, Moir," he admitted fondly. Stop talking, dammit! "With or without your girlfriend? Never mind. I don't like to beg. Over the phone," she added slyly. Damn! That's something I'd like to see...Dean cleared his throat loudly and said, "Well it was good to hear from you. If you change your mind..." he shut his mouth abruptly. Keep it closed, Dean. "If you change your mind," Moira corrected. "Take it sleazy, Dean," she sighed, unable to hide her disappointment. "You too, darlin'." He ended the call before he could flirt with her any further. Dean could hardly wait for his sister to get home to give her a good fuck; with her legs in the air and her heels still on. They'd synchronized their days so they both worked four days on, three days off. On workdays, Elle would take Dean to his job site and then sleep until the afternoon, when she'd get ready for work at the Club. Dean either got a ride home or would take the bus after his shift was over. And since they'd stay up late because of Ellery's schedule, Dean would eat and take a nap until she got home from work. That was Wednesday through Saturday. Sundays through Tuesdays were spent mostly in bed. Sleep. Fuck. Eat. Clean. Fuck. Fuck. Go out to eat. Fuck. Eat. Fuck. Sleep again. Something like that. It was the first Friday of August and the Club tended to be fairly dead at the beginning of the month. Members' monthly fees cover a certain amount of meals, and many of members wait towards the end of the month to take full advantage of what they've already paid for, since extra meals don't roll over. Plus it was too soggy and muggy out for golfing, so she'd been called off. It was nice to have the day by herself without the thought of having to go to work in the afternoon, so Ellery decided to go out. On a whim, she called her mother to meet at Cuppa Joe's. She worked as a legal assistant downtown and said she'd be delighted to come on her lunch break. Ellery had inherited her physique and facial structure from her mother, Clara, who still looked extremely attractive. Clara kept her hair dyed the same dark chestnut of her youth and liked to pull it back into a high ponytail that fell to the middle of her back. She had never exposed herself to much sun, so her skin was still quite smooth and taut. They'd been mistaken for sisters on a few occasions. Today Clara was dressed as sharply as ever in skinny cropped pants- black, and a light green blouse that accentuated her complexion. She had brown eyes that looked large and exotic, with long thick eyelashes to die for. A hint of a berry stain on her lips completed her simple makeup. She spotted her daughter and approached with a radiant smile. Ellery stood up from the café table, smiling back warmly at her beautiful mother and gave her a hug. "Good to see you, Mom." "Oh, you too sweetie! You look absolutely gorgeous, Ellery, really." "I get it from you," she shrugged. "Well, thank you but I don't think I can take all the credit," her mother said wistfully. The two women walked to the front display, filled with confections as well as an assortment of savory foods. Her mother insisted on buying chicken salad sandwiches on croissants and Elle's favorite dessert, tiramisu. Ellery carried their tray back to their table and drew out a chair for her mother to sit. Her coffee had gotten cold, so she excused herself a moment to freshen it up. When she returned, Clara put down her spoon and asked bluntly, "So who is he?" Ellery almost spit out her coffee. "Who do you mean?" "Whom do I mean, dear? The man who's making you so happy!" her mother said with a broad grin. "Don't think I've forgotten what it's like to be madly in love for the first time. You walk around all day with an afterglow and a stupid grin. You never really are wherever you are when you're without him, because in your mind you're still together. Why, it's written all over your face." Ellery blushed. Is it? "I suppose I have fallen for someone," she agreed reticently. "What's his name?" "His name is...um...um...berto. Umberto," she repeated more firmly. "Berto for short." Nice save, Elle. "Umberto? Is he Hispanic?" Clara asked with her eyebrows furrowed. Jeez Mom! Prejudiced much? "No. Italian," Ellery said, just so they wouldn't have to go down that road- both of their parents had some very outdated views about different ethnicities. Her mother looked noticeably relieved. "Oh, how nice. I bet he has a big family." "He's an only child." Ellery said flatly. "Oh. Usually those Catholics can't stop making babies," she muttered. "Handsome?" wheedled her mother. "And hot. But he's not Catholic, he's Jewish." Ellery could help herself. Her mother was just too easy to fuck with. "That's...interesting. Are his parents wealthy then?" Elle had enough. "See- this is why I didn't want to bring him up!" she huffed. "Don't you care whether he makes me laugh or treats me well?" "Of course, honey, but there are more practical things to consider. Like if he can support you and a family." "Well, right now we're just fucking, not getting married. If he proposes, though, I'll be sure to check his financial portfolio," Ellery said acidly, suddenly losing her appetite. Her mother's mouth opened and closed a moment like a fish out of water, and then she pursed her lips and looked down at her plate. Normally Clara would have scolded her daughter for cursing, just like she'd always correct her grammar. But something about the tone in Ellery's voice stopped her cold. They finished their coffee in silence and then Elle said she'd have to take her dessert to go. Dean didn't care that much for the flavor of coffee, but she was sure he'd eat it anyway. She made herself chat a few more moments in a cordial tone about the upcoming school year and agreed to meet them for dinner one night soon to celebrate new beginnings. That was going to be a blast. Determined not to let it get her down, she texted Gwen to see if she'd like to go shopping. A little retail therapy couldn't hurt anything. Elle, Gwen, and Gwen's daughter Samantha went to Talbot's to find clothes and an ice cream parlor to make sure they filled them out. Samantha was precocious and opinionated, the way Ellery remembered being. She suggested that Elle buy a short, black lace skirt with layers of nude tulle underneath, paired with pale pink camisole and matching shrug for that "chic ballerina" look. Gwen called it ethereal. "Although if you put on stockings and fuck-me pumps, I doubt you'd spend long on your feet," she said under her breath. And no underwear...Ellery bought the outfit, plus a pair of black stockings with lace at the top and a seam down the back. At home, Elle poured herself a glass of gin and ginger and took her purchases into her bedroom. She blasted her stereo, took off her floral sundress and stripped off her underwear. After prancing to the music naked for a while, she put on her new outfit, sans bra and panties. With the addition of the stockings and subtraction of everything else, the effect was even more stunning than it was at the store. Just for fun, she put her hair into pigtails, tying a pink bow around each hair-tie. A dab of baby-pink lipstick and she was set. Now all she'd have to do was put on a pair of pumps with a wickedly tall, skinny heel before Dean walked in the door. Ellery was still parading around, feeling a bit like a petite fashion model, when there was a knock on the door. Really mom? she thought. The knocking persisted. Shit, I'll just have to answer the door looking like a whore. There was a beautiful woman waiting on the other side but it wasn't her mother. Elle couldn't put her finger on it, but she looked very familiar. "Hi, can I help you?" she asked politely. If this dirty blonde bombshell was here to see Dean, though, Elle wasn't sure what she'd do. This woman had a few pounds on her (most of it held firmly in place by her D-cup bra) and it looked she worked out so she could probably kick her ass. She was wearing dark skinny jeans, a slinky red top that matched her full lips, and leather boots with sharp silver heels. Her hair was naturally blonde but she had darker eyebrows and long, sooty eyelashes. As Ellery scanned this mystery woman's lovely body, the blonde's piercing blue eyes were doing the same thing to her. "Yowzah," she said appreciatively with a wry grin. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything." Speechless, Elle just shook her head "no' and continued giving the stranger a blank stare. "I guess you don't remember me, huh Ellie Belly." Ellery's face had a look of dawning comprehension. That was a name she hadn't heard since she lost the baby fat around her midsection. "Moira the Man-eater?" she blurted out before she could think better of it. Moira Emerson had teased her mercilessly when they were children and that was one of the insults Ellery had come up with in retaliation. Moira arched an eyebrow but merely said, "I've been known to eat a woman once or twice." Elle blushed deeply. After awkward silence, Moira finally said, "Well who's cock to I need to suck to get invited inside?" "Oh, sorry. Come on in," she offered, remembering her manners. "Would you like something to drink?" "I'd love it. Whatcha got?" "Come and see," Elle said, leading her into the kitchen. Moira couldn't help but watch the layers of tulle flounce in the back, nearly showing all of the brunette's perky tush. "Sorry for swinging by unannounced. I thought Dean would be here and you would be at work," Moira explained. "Oh? Our schedules were a little mixed up today. Did you have plans together?" she asked coolly, trying not shake while she poured Moira's whiskey. "No, actually. I was on my way home from work and was feeling froggy." Then jump, bitch. "He won't be home for a while. I'm sorry," Ellery told her, not feeling sorry at all. "That's all right. He probably has plans with his girlfriend anyway." "Girlfriend?" Ellery nearly choked on the sip of liquor she'd just taken of her own drink. "He's not dating anyone, is he?" Moira asked accusingly. "Well...no..." Dammit. Of course he told her he had a girlfriend. "I mean, yes. It's an on off thing but right now they're on and-" "You're a terrible liar, Elle," interrupted Moira. Not without some preplanning. "Why didn't he just have the balls to tell me no? Unless he really did turn into a bitch. Maybe he's more interested in going out with Desmond." She opened her mouth to say something else but then studied Ellery's face more intently. A strange look came over her face as she reassessed the other woman's sexy prima donna getup. "You're wearing that for him, aren't you?" "For whom? Dean?" squeaked Elle. "You're fucking him!" Moira concluded, covered her gaping mouth. "My brother? That's crazy," she protested, but she really was a terribly liar. Her whole chest was flush scarlet with shame. "Holy shyte, you are! It totally makes sense- how else could he put up with you?" she cackled, apparently finding the whole idea very amusing. "Ha, ha. That isn't funny. Dean and I aren't-" "Save it, Elle. I'm not the Grand Inquisitor here. I can't blame either one of you for getting cozy. I just thought for sure you'd be saving your virginity for Mr. Right." "I did," Ellery said before she could stop herself. Moira's eyes got even wider. "Dean popped your cherry, didn't he?" Her guess was so spot-on that Ellery turned the color of a cherry in an instant. "So what's it like?" she asked, grinning like a Cheshire Cat. Ellery blinked, still in a state of shock that Moira had figured out their secret so easily. And, that instead of reacting in disgust, she seemed to find it curiously funny. Maybe even arousing... "The sex, you mean?" she asked bashfully, knowing there was no use in hiding it. Besides: love begs to be mentioned, even if it's taboo. If Moira was copasetic, what could be the harm in talking about it? "No- I know that's fantastic. I mean, what's it like being in a sexual relationship with your brother?" There was a hint of something in her voice- was it envy? Ellery took a sip and crunched thoughtfully on a piece of ice. "I don't know...It's hard to explain. I've never been in an intimate relationship with anyone else to compare it to." "Just try," Moira challenged. "Well... It's like being with my oldest friend and rival. He can press my buttons one minute and have me rolling the next. Dean knows my history- all of my downfalls and embarrassing moments and happiest memories. There's nothing to say about the past. It's all here and now. I feel safe with him. Always. "And yes. The sex is fantastic," she concluded. "Wow...That's really beautiful, Ellery..." Moira said with no hint of sarcasm. She was staring at Elle's breasts, her eyes hooded and dark. Does incest actually turn her on? "I suppose I'm going to hell for it, but 'from what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire'," Elle said, quoting Frost. "Hell is a life of quiet desperation," Moira countered with Thoreau. Hmm. Maybe she's not such a bitch after all. Ellery realized that she too had begun to inspect the other woman's body with a growing sense of lust. Then she realized what Moira was saying. "Are you having an affair with Desmond?" "My brother? That's crazy," she said, rolling her eyes. "Listen, I fooled around with Des when we were younger. But then he knocked-up some rich girl and got hitched. End of story." Moira had such a hardened exterior that Ellery was surprised when her eyes began to brim with tears. "I'm sorry, hon," Elle whispered and offered her a hug. Moira accepted, but only briefly. "It's alright. I just haven't thought about my brother that way for a while. It's easier to move on." "I wish it was," murmured Elle. "You're in love with him," Moira remarked accurately. Wow, it really must be written on my face. "Yes. I mean, did you see the shoes I'm about to put on for the S.O.B.?" she chuckled, pointing to her nearby pair of what Gwen would have indeed called "fuck-me pumps". "Dean does love a woman in heels," she said with a knowing smile. "Just in case you don't know already, I'm sure he's in love with you too. I made Dean an offer most men don't refuse and he turned me down flat. Well, I got him a little riled up but no cigar." Moira downed the rest of her drink, her face flushed from the alcohol and their frank conversation. "I'd better roll before your man gets home," she said brusquely. "Alright," Elle said, wishing that she could stay longer even though she didn't quite know why. "I gotta say, Moira, you're the last person I thought I'd ever open up to about this." "You and me both. And don't worry- I'm good at being discreet when I want to be." She gave Elle a little peck on the cheek and to her surprise, Moira followed it up with a sharp smack on her buttocks. "Hey, what was that for?" Ellery asked, stunned. "Dean's not the only one who likes a nice ass," she replied with a wink, and sashayed away. Ellery had had a few twinges of desire for girls before, but had never gone any further than experimental kissing and breast rubbing. She'd never even seen a pussy up close in real life before, other than her own. But Moira was a woman she felt like she could really get to know. She was catty and slutty and domineering and hot and funny. And she was right- Dean must have really loved her if he was willing to give up another go with Moira. It didn't take him long to get home, but about a dozen enticing scenarios had played themselves out in Elle's mind while she waited. Some with him, some without; but in all of them, Moira was the main focus. Dean eyes bulged when he got a look at her, laying on her side waiting for him with her heels on. For a moment, Ellery thought he'd somehow been reading her thoughts and then she remembered what she was wearing. She decided not to mention her surprise visit from Moira. Yet. Dean did his best construction-worker-cat-calling-a-lady whistle and continued to stare at his own personal pin-up girl. He noticed that there was a nearly empty glass of whiskey on the coffee table. Horny and tipsy...My,my,my... "Hi, hon," Ellery purred, rising slowly to give him a kiss. Dean's hands went straight to her ass cheeks, which were smooth and bare. Hard Time Ch. 03 "Hi, bae. You been waiting long?" he growled, nibbling her neck. Elle pressed herself harder into his chest as his fingers slid along her wet gash from behind. "Too long, Dean," she whispered. As much as she wanted him to continue kissing her and playing with her pussy, she pushed away gently and stood back. "I bought this outfit today. How do you like it?" "Turn around," ordered Dean gruffly. Ellery did a little twirl, which made the skirt fly up and flash her sex and bottom. Her legs looked even more amazing when she was in heels, and he could see the outline of her breasts underneath the thin top. Even her little pigtails bounced seductively, like a wanton schoolgirl's. "You like?" "Me likey," he growled, taking her into his arms again. This time he pulled her up by her bottom and Ellery wrapped her legs around his waist so he could carry her into the bedroom. Dean let her go and she slithered down onto her knees and started taking off his pants. In less than a minute, Ellery had his stiff cock deep in her throat. The pigtails made wonderful handholds, but after a few moments, Dean pulled the ribbons from her hair. Let them loose and let them fall. Then he yanked each hair tie out, sending a jolt of pleasurable pain through Elle's body. He raked his fingers through her loose locks, massaging her scalp just the way she liked it. After playing with her silky strands, he removed the tiny over-shirt covering her arms and shoulders. Then he slipped off the thin shirt-straps beneath and pulled her breasts out one by one, scrunching the sheer material down around her abdomen. Her nipples responded so immediately to his touch. Elle moaned around his shaft as his rough palms kneaded her soft flesh. "Fuck, I fucking love you Ellery," he muttered. Still giving head, Elle tried to reply, "Oh, Dean, I love you too." It sounded like "Hm hmmm...Hmhmmhmhmm..." Dean didn't have to say that he was about to cum because his dick got so engorged that Ellery could barely work it without employing a hand. She used her other to gently pinch and squeeze his butt, which she knew drove him crazy. His breath was raspy and shallow. Elle held both of his firm cheeks with her hands and commenced to deep-throating with all of her might. "Aw fuuucckk...fuckfuckfuckfuck!" Dean started to wail, shooting his first load against the back of her throat. Elle kept on, sucking and swallowing as he shot string after gooey string of cum into her mouth. God, it was such a good feeling- having her brother give every ounce of his manly seed. When she finally released his slick manhood, Dean had stopped seeing stars and had come back to earth. Which was good because Ellery had an itch that only he could scratch. Well, maybe Moira too... "My turn," she said simply. She went over to the bed, but instead of lying on her back, she bent over the edge. Dean watched Ellery present herself to be eaten out. Her bright pink pussy was flared open and glistening with moisture. Her ass looked like and upside down heart, exposing the aperture of her anus. The layers of tulle ruffled around her waist reminded him of tissue paper cradling a precious gift. All for me... Even though he'd just had a mind blowing blow job, he felt his cock twitching just looking at his sister's all-can-eat buffet. Dean delivered a few firm spankings to each of her cheeks to get give them a pretty rose color. Ellery gave a tortured giggle with each loud thwack, feeling a trickled of juices running down her sex. Dean groaned in approval, cupping her pussy with his palm to feel her exquisitely hot wetness. Pressing against her clit, he dug his thumb into her entrance, twisting it around to feel her vaginal walls with the pad. His nail scraped her interior just slightly, sending a shiver down her spine. Elle wriggled and mewled happily as he continued toying with her with one hand and began to massage her ass with the other, occasionally slapping her taut plumpness. Then he pinched one nipple, rolling and pulling until it was nicely elongated, and repeated on the other breast. She was ready to burst into flames. When he finally slipped his tongue inside of her pussy, Ellery ignited. Dean felt her quivering all around his mouth as he sucked on her first pulses of an orgasm. He devoured her thoroughly, using his hands to massage her cunt lips around his face. And even though she loved his stubble, she began to wonder what it would be like to have a woman's smooth face there instead. Moira's. Frozen in time, breasts crushed against the mattress, feeling nothing but the incredible force of oral pleasure- Elle came until the stars were blacked out by a dark sky. Dean was so hard that he could think of nothing better to do than plow into her while she was still shaking from her orgasm. He rested his hands on either side of her and stroked slow and easy for a few minutes. As hot as her clothes were bunched around her middle, he wanted to see her in nothing but her heels and stockings. With a great deal of effort, he pulled out of her and slipped her skirt and shirt down at the same time. "Scoot forward," he whispered. Ellery complied, leaving her clothes on the floor behind her. She was practically in Child's Pose, with her head facing the side and her knees further apart. Dean admired her a while in the position, looking vulnerable and slutty as hell. Then he climbed up behind her and pressed one palm on the middle of her back, pushing down with that hand he used his other to guide his cock inside. Then he fucked her. Hard, and for his pleasure. And when he came inside of her, Ellery suddenly had the wildest thought. I should ask Dean if he'd like to have a threesome with Moira...