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Here Cums the Bride

By: No Panty Girl



As the wedding date got closer the pace got more hectic. So many arrangements and tasks to be completed, social commitments to fulfill, would it ever be done?

After three years Rick and I were to be married. The guest list had been sent out and I was scheduled for my final fitting of my gown. The church and hall booked and our honeymoon trip to Cancun booked. What could go wrong?

Marylyn Wardle, my maid-of-honor, had arranged a girls' night out a week before the wedding. She planned for us to go to the Fox's Den, a local male strip joint. 

Eight of us made the trip to the Den. It was a wild night, too much booze and no inhibitions.

I ended up sucking one of the dancer's cocks and letting him cum in my mouth, I don't even let Rick cum in my mouth! Luckily I was able to keep my panties on.

It was Tuesday night and I was at Maxine's to pick up my wedding gown. Maxine is a colored dressmaker who had come highly recommended to me. Max lived in a ramshackle bungalow in the north end of town.

The single mother helped feed her children by doing dressmaking in her home. She had a young daughter and an eighteen-year-old lay-about son to support.

Tyrone was a six-foot hunk of a man. Already fully developed and a school drop out. Maxine had been trying unsuccessfully to try to get him to get a job and help out but his only interest was girls.

I had been kind of aroused having Tyrone around when I was being fitted for my dress. I would be standing in only my bra and panties when he passed through the room. I noticed him staring at me and knew he would like to see more.

"Mom's not home, she will be back soon if you want to come in and wait?" Tyrone informed me.

Damn it! She knew I was on a tight schedule. I had to have the dress so I went in to wait.

"Do you want to try your dress on while you wait?" Tyrone asked.

Perhaps I could save a bit of time, "O.K."

I followed Tyrone through to Maxine's sewing room. He took my dress from the closet for me to try on. Instead of leaving the room he slouched into a chair to watch.

I was wearing a blouse and pair of slacks. Anticipating the try-on I had on my frilly underwear and a pair of thigh-high stocking held up by a virginal white garter belt.

Tyrone watched intently as I removed my blouse and slacks.

My bra was only a half-bra barely covering my nipples and my panties not much more than a g-string. Tyrone was mesmerized as he looked at my semi-naked body.

I knew my panties were sheer enough so he could make out my neatly trimmed pubic hair beneath. Carefully I slid the gown on over my head.

As the gown fell around my body Tyrone stood and approached me to help straighten the dress on me.

Tyrone's attention seemed perfectly natural under the circumstances. I looked in the full-length mirror as he fussed over my dress.

Like most girls I had had fantasies about colored guys. I had heard all the stories about their large size cocks and above average sexual ability with a white woman. I feared I was never going to find out if it was true. 

"I better take it off before it gets dirt on it." I said.

I think I just wanted an excuse to get semi-naked again. Tyrone helped me to lift the dress off over my head and once again I stood there in only my undies.

"You didn't try the veil on." He said as he put the dress back on the hanger.

Carefully he placed the veil on my head and arranged it to cover my face. He was standing so close to me and his hand went down and closed on the crotch of my panties.

"What are you doing?? I exclaimed.

"You look so pretty." He said as his hand squeezed my pussy lips.

I did not move away as his other hand lifted the veil and he kissed me. I was powerless in his hold.

I felt his hand move the flimsy bit of material away that was covering my pussy. A tremor went through me as his fingers entered me.

"No, don't." I said without conviction, my pussy squirming on his fingers.

It was too late; I knew we were going to fuck.

I felt the smooth head of his cock as his fingers spread my labia to allow him in. I rose up on my tiptoes as he started into me. Once his cockhead was enclosed in my wetness I relaxed and his cock spiraled up into me.

"Oh shit!" I said as the black cock filled me.

I was four days away from being married and a large bare black cock was buried in my cunt and ready to blow a load of black baby batter into my baby-making factory. I could not help myself, my pussy contracted on the black intruder.

I was powerless to stop what I knew was about to happen. This young stranger was about to cum in me and I wanted him to.

His cock felt so good filling me like I had never been filled before. My weight rested on 10" of prime black meat driven up into my pussy. Tyrone had his hand filled with my bare ass cheeks and was lifting me and dropping me onto his cock like running a bow over his violin. The pleasure was unbearable.

Our tongues intertwined as I felt his cockhead pounding the entrance to my womb.

"Fuck me!" I gasped as my cunt rotated on his shaft. 

I felt Tyrone gush up into me, his huge load drenching my cheating pussy. His cum leaked from my cunt staining my bridal underwear. My nipples had worked out of my bra and his thick lips were locked on my erect teats.

I went home with my wedding gown to prepare for Saturday. Now that I had tasted black cock I knew I would never be satisfied with Rick's wimpy white pecker.

Here Cums the Bride



There are two things in life I hate more than any other, weddings and funerals. Weddings are a train wreck waiting to happen and funerals are just plain depressing and rub salt into an already painful wound. My 'sister' is getting married, well she's not really my sister but we grew up together and I protected her against all the bullies in school and she helped me with my homework. She is a very smart girl; check that, a very smart woman. Sigh. When did the ditsy clumsy scarecrow grow up into the long legged curvaceous beauty that I see before me?

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" I ask for the thousandth time.

"Yes silly," she turns and smiles at me, "I love him and... he is good to me." Did I just sense a moment of weakness? Did she just falter for a single second?

"Is there someone else?" I ask and she turns away from me before answering me.

"No... what makes you ask that?" There is a hint of strain in her voice.

"Well..." I start, "you never used to turn away from me before answering a question this important before." She stomps her foot a clear indication that I have struck a nerve. Then her shoulders droop and her head drops.

"There was somebody," her voice soft and filled with pain, "but he never noticed me so I had to look elsewhere." Note to the reader men are often blind to the obvious.

"Did you ever tell this guy how you felt?" I ask clearly and totally oblivious. She straightens up and shakes her head before the first of the tears start to flow and her body shakes as she sobs hard and deep. I rush over and turn her around and pull her to me, the big brother coming in to save the day as always. Her sobs becoming louder and her body shaking uncontrollably as she leans into my embrace one of her hands snaking between us as she begins rubbing me softly at first and then with more hunger.

"Why did you never date me?" Her voice so small but tinged with her hunger. "Was I that ugly?" Zip went my zipper and her tiny hand fishes me out of my jeans. "I have so wanted to do this for so long." She starts to stroke me and my body reacts even as my mind is still processing what is going on. Ding! The light finally goes on in my head "I" am the other guy she spoke of. She gives me a gentle but firm squeeze as she strokes harder and faster. "Let me have this please!" She frees herself and kneels in front of me and takes me into her warm wet and very eager mouth. I am painfully hard now and her eyes glitter as her begins to bob forward and back taking more and more of me with each pass down her throat. 

"Oh my God!" I moan louder and louder and her hand continues to stroke me as her mouth teases and pleases me so much. I grit my teeth as I fight off shooting down her throat but it is a loosing battle. Her stroking becomes more needy her hand stroking hard and fast as her head moves further and further until I am completely in her throat and my body betrays me as with a howl I climax spurting my cum deep down her hungry throat. She continues to stroke me until she milks every last drop from me. She licks her lips and stands up and her face is radiant.

"I have wanted to do that for so long." I am trying to catch my breath when she unbuttons her denim shorts and turning around and bending over she peels them off revealing her bare ass and glistening pussy. "Look how wet you made me..." I swallow hard and my cock despite having just shot down her throat grows again until it is standing long and hard away from my body. I take a step towards her and she shakes her head.

"No..." she pleads, "let me please!" I stop dead in my tracks and she steps out of her shorts and walks over to me, turns around and grinds her firm shapely ass cheeks against me. She lets the shaft slide between her legs and rub against her pussy lips. I can feel her heat and I moan with her as she teases us both. She continues to rub and when I can stand it no longer she adjusts the angle and buries me deep in her tight young pussy. My hands move to her hips and grip her hard and soon we are slamming our bodies together with a healthy slapping sound. 

I grunt with each impact our bodies make and she is moaning over and over, "Unnn unnn unnnn yes fuck me! Make me yours and only yours!" I thrust my hips harder now really slamming myself deep into her. She lets out a long haunting moan, "Yesssssss..." Suddenly she pulls off of me and shoves me to the ground and squats over me and impales herself and starts riding me hard and fast. My hands go to her breasts kneading them and teasing her nipples. She looks down and smiles and I can see the fevered hunger there, in her eyes. I enjoy every downward motion of hers. She is a woman possessed and knows what she wants. 

Too long her pussy had been denied the one this it always wanted... me. She smiles wide and turns around with me still deep in her and once more is driving her hips up and down but I can see her ass cheeks and watch as her pussy consumes me inch by inch. But soon the slow pace is gone and she is once more pounding me with her entire body. I can hear her start to moan and it is getting louder and louder. She is ready to cum and drives her hips faster and faster. "Cum with me," she moans low and sensual. Not a problem I was iron hard in her and could feel my own climax creeping up on me. Soon we are both panting and moaning and with a single look back she rams her hips down and as her pussy convulsed around me like a velvet fist I shoot deep into her to overflowing. Our mingled screams fill the air and the door opens and her future husband stands in the doorway.

"Oh, hi honey!" she says out of breath. "This is the friend I was telling you about my best friend growing up." His face lost all color and then just as quickly turns red and he turns and leaves slamming the door behind him. "Hmm I wonder what got into him?" She says giggling. I shake my head and find no words to express how I was feeling. "Ready for a shower... I'll let you cum all over my face." She says with such innocence it is a wonder I don't laugh my ass off. But I get up and head for the bathroom following right behind her.



Here Cums The Bride



Karen Lassiter felt she was the luckiest woman alive. At thirty-eight she had all but given up on finding "Mr "Right"." Then in a relatively short period of time she found herself looking forward to a wedding she never thought she'd have.

It all happened six months earlier when she was holiday in Rome, Italy, with her friend and work colleague, Joyce Madden. They went with a local tour group. Also travelling in the group were John Connors and his son James. It was clear to Joyce that when Karen and John met they were smitten with each other. Joyce encouraged the romance by suggesting they eat together and tour as two couples. This was despite the fact that she was in her mid-thirties and James was only twenty-two.

James was studying at university. He was without doubt a brilliant student. He was nerdy but treated Karen and Joyce with courtesy and respect. His father, John, was fifty-two. He was managing director of an engineering firm in New Heath, Essex, England, where all four were from.

Both Karen and Joyce worked for T.S. Crompton solicitors, as secretaries. Karen several failed relationships and never married. Joyce was married to Paul, a lieutenant serving in Afghanistan. They had no children.

After the holiday, Karen and John saw each other regularly. Karen dined at John's home and she reciprocated in her flat. Eventually John asked her to marry him. Now she was driving into the car park where her flat was situated and simply couldn't believe the wedding was only a week away.

When Karen got to the door of her flat she could hear her phone ringing. She rushed inside and picked up the receiver. It was John.

"Hi love. I was talking to your mother. She wants to organise a weekend party for you. I told her she could use the house. Myself and some of the boys are off to Snowdonia were the weekend."

"But what about James?"

"He's off to Scotland with his scout troop so you and the girls will have the house to yourselves."

"I wish Mum would consult me before she makes these plans."

"Now don't be hard on her Karen. She means well. Besides, you have to have a hen party. By the way, you're not supposed to know anything about it so act surprised mo matter what."

Caroline Lassiter, Karen's mother, was fifty-five but you wouldn't thinki it. Years of rigorous training and good eating habits kept her in good shape. She retained her youthful looks too. She was tall and slim. Indeed she and Karen could be taken for sisters. They certainly looked similar. Karen was also tall and slim. Her father had died two years earlier of a heart attack and her mother shared their house with Faith, Caroline's fifty-four year old widowed sister and Karen's aunt.

Karen also had two sisters. Monica, who was thirty-five and Chloe, who was thirty-four. Both were married and had children that Karen adored as her own. Along with Joyce, these were the girls referred to for the girls weekend. Karen was a little cross but as John said, her mother meant well so she decided to go along with it.

***

On Thursday, Caroline rang her daughter to inform her that she had arranged a special hen weekend for her. Karen tried to appear surprised and a little angry. She told her mother she appreciated what she had done but felt she should have called to ask. Nonetheless she decided to go ahead with it.

***

On Friday, Caroline appeared at her daughter's flat driving a mini bus. Caroline's sister Faith, was on the bus, along with Monica and Chloe. They picked up Joyce Madden on the way. When they got to John Connors' house Karen pretended to be surprised. "What are we doing here?"

"This is where the party is been held. John and his son are gone for the weekend," responded Caroline.

"And John didn't tell me?"

"Don't be silly dear. He couldn't spoil the surprise now, could he?"

They all filed out of the bus and into the house. Karen was amazed at the amount of food and drink on the table. Caroline put on some soft music. "Help yourself girls."

They chatted merrily, exchanging stories of their hen nights and weddings.

Caroline stood up. "Karen, I have an idea. Why don't you and Joyce put on your dresses and we can take some photos?"

"Isn't that bad luck?"

"Only for the groom to see," replied Caroline with a smile."

Karen and Joyce, who was her bridesmaid, went upstairs to get changed. When they returned the women were struck by the beautiful white gowns. Caroline took several photographs. They were all so wrapped up admiring Karen that they failed to notice a dozen or so youths enter through the back door.

Suddenly they appeared and all six were held fast.

"What the fuck are you doing here? Get out or I'll call the police," yelled Caroline.

A very tall athletic young man, perhaps six feet, walked calmly to her and grabbed her mouth. "Now that's not very hospitable. We're only here to liven up the party and give the bride a good send off."

There was a chorus of laughter from the others.

"Get your filthy paws off my mother," Karen cried out in anger.

Again he walked casually over to Karen and squeezed her breasts through her dress.

"You are a beauty, aren't you?" he said and yanked her head towards him and kissing his unwilling partner, muffling her protests. There was a huge cheer from the others.

"Release my daughter," protested Caroline. She was silenced when another tall young man yanked her head back. He kissed her, stifling her words. Once again there was a roar of approval from the others.

The music changed to wild rock music and the young man with Karen spoke, "Boys, choose your partner," and all six women were dragged around the floor as the loud music continued. Between breaks and switching partners they were plied with drink.

As the night wore on, Karen became aware that she had consumed more alcohol than she normally did. She wasn't drunk but she felt sick. 

It was about midnight when the music came to a sudden halt. Karen and Joyce were held separately from the others. The young man holding Karen spoke. "Ok ladies. You will come to no harm so long as you do as you're told." He turned to Caroline and the others. "Get naked."

There was a momentary silence as the four women looked at each other in horror. Then Caroline yelled out. "Go and fuck yourselves,"

Karen and Joyce screamed in both pain and fear as their heads were arched backwards and knives appeared at their throats.

"It would be shame to scar the bride before the wedding.

"Oh God," cried Karen.

"Let the others go and I'll do what ever you want," begged Caroline.

"No Mom. Don't..." screamed Karen. She resumed silence when she felt her hair being strained.

The young man holding Karen responded. "Nothing doing, sweetheart. Get naked. It's a cold night outside. You won't be going anywhere."

The others joined in laughter.

Defeated, Caroline and the others began to undress, every moment more humiliating than the last, conscious as they were that they were being observed by these lustful animals.

Tears fell from Karen's eyes as she was forced to watch helplessly as her mother and the others stripped away their dignity. As they stood there naked, the women huddled together to try and shield. However, they were forced apart and held fast. They were forced into single file. For the first time in her life Karen witnessed the total nakedness of her mother, aunt and sisters.

One of the young men stood in front of Caroline and began to fondle her breasts. "You really are a fine looking MILF."

Caroline spat at him as if it were venom.

The youths laughed. 

Karen turned her head away.

The young man holding Karen spoke. "Well boys, I'll say good night. Enjoy yourselves. I know I will." With that he dragged her upstairs.

"No, no. You can't do this," screamed Karen as she kicked and struggled. All of the youths broke into a mocking chorus of "Here comes the bride."

Caroline could only watch as both her daughter and Joyce were dragged upstairs to separate rooms.

When the door was opened, Karen was pushed roughly onto the king sized bed and the door was then slammed shut. He went over to her and yanking her head back, he kissed her.

This time Karen tried to resist. The young man pulled her hair, making her yell. "Now you listen to me Lady. Your mother and friends are safe only as long as you do as you're told, understood?"

Karen nodded and tears wells up in her eyes. 

"Stand up," he barked.

She did as ordered and he sat in a chair and crossed his legs.

"Take off your dress."

Karen stood before him knowing refusal was not an option not to mention perhaps lethal for them all. She always assumed she'd undress in front of her husband to be not some youngster and certainly not like this.

Karen took a deep breath and putting her hands behind her back, she slowly lowered the zipper. Karen could see the young man getting a hard on from the rasping sound. She freed her shoulders and allowed the beautiful gown to fall to the ground revealing her white slip. Karen paused.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Get naked," yelled her unwanted audience.

Karen eased her slip over her head and dropped it to the floor.

The young man gave a sigh of approval at the sight of Karen in her white low cut lace bra and matching knickers encased in tan tights. "I've always wanted to see a bride strip. You don't disappoint lady," grinned the young man.

Karen blushed. She wanted to stop and hide but knew she couldn't. Again she put her hands behind back and unsnapping her bra, she allowed it to slide from her shoulders to the floor, allowing her firm breasts to bounce forth and her nipples harden as the cold air struck them. Resigned to her fate, Karen simply put her hands to her sides and rolled her tights and knickers together and stepped out of them.

The young man wolf whistled as her observed Karen's wonderful naked body. Karen instinctively tried to cover her body.

"Ah, ah. Hands on your hips lady. I want to see your luscious body," said the youth as he pointed to her.

Reluctantly, Karen obeyed.

For a moment the young man sat and admired this mature beauty. He rose and walked behind her. He sniffed. "Oh you smell wonderful," and gently kissed her bare shoulder. The sensation made Karen shudder, not from fear, but excitement. She closed her eyes and despite the fact that she was being raped, Karen, to her shame, couldn't help imaging she was being seduced by a young lover.

She quickly came back to earth as the sensation ended and the young man ordered her onto the bed. As she was resting on the bed, Karen, for the first time suddenly appreciated the athletic build of her attacker as he stripped rapidly and mounted her.

The warmth of his body and gentleness of his movement excited Karen. His first kiss to her lips was deep and passionate. It finally melted away any thought of resistance.

Kissing and licking her neck, he proceeded to her shoulder, each touch more exciting than the last, making her give small responsive moans. When her arrived at her breasts the young man began a series of ever decreasing circular movements with both his lips and tongue, culminating with Karen's nipple being totally absorbed, being lashed by tongue and sucked alternatively.

"Oh my God," moaned Karen as the young man moved into the deep valley between her breasts and repeated his actions on her left breast. Moving down to her flat stomach, the young man separate Karen's long slender legs and his tongue began to burrow through her pussy lips and began to lash her clit.

It was all too much for Karen. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck," she repeated with increasing excitement.

This wonderful ecstatic sensation ceased momentarily but resumed again as Karen felt the young man's large cock drive deep inside her. His slow movements rapidly gained pace at each stroke and her body reacted positively as she began to match his speed and both settled into a mutually satisfying rhythm. Karen was finally consumed with lust as she gripped the young man's bare hips as if guiding him. As their speed increased, their breathing became deeper and perspiration flowed..

Karen could feel her juices beginning to gather. She was also aware that the young man was close to cumming. She made every effort to prolong this amazing sensation. At last however they ogasmed together, releasing a joint sigh of sexual satisfaction. Karen, overwhelmed by a combination of alcohol and sheer physical exhaustion fell into a deep, trouble free sleep unaware of the fate of her companions and for the moment, at least, not caring.

***

Karen felt the heat of the early morning sun as she slowly woke from her slumber. She moved her hand over to where the she expected to find the young man only to find an empty space and disappointment.

"Good morning beautiful."

Karen turned and saw the young man fully dressed and sitting patiently in a chair with a broad smile on his face. "You really are one hell of a ride. Your future husband is a lucky guy."

As her eyes continued to focus, Karen became aware of a strange sound in the room. It was the sound of moaning. She looked up and for the first time noticed a television in the wall and a VCR underneath. Slowly, Karen realised what had drawn her attention. Her mother and aunt were naked and on their knees sucking cock after cock. At the same time they were being forced to hand fuck. Their arses were also being ravished. When the picture switched to her sisters, Monica and Chloe she could see they too were naked and on their knees. In their case however they were forced to eat pussy and their arses were pounded by girls wearing strap on dildos.

"You sick bastard. What have you done to my mother and sisters?"

"Nothing. I was here with you. Remember?"

The mock innocence enraged Karen and she leapt at him like a wounded tigress with the intention of hitting him. He was too fast for her as he grabbed both her hands tightly and planted a kiss. At that moment there was a knock at the door.

"You awake Harry?" came a voice from outside.

"Yeah. Wide awake Ben," responded Harry, still holding Karen tightly.

Ben opened the door and dragged a naked Joyce in with him. "I just thought the bride would like to get cleaned up. Her bridesmaid here offered to er, help."

"Good idea, Ben."

"Joyce, what are they talking about?"

"Please Karen. Just do as they say," begged Joyce as both women were dragged to the en suite shower. Karen was pushed in first. Ben held back Joyce and whispered in her ear. "Remember sweetheart, do exactly as I said and make it look good. Or else. He pushed Joyce in.

The women screamed as the initial cold water struck them, followed rapidly by steamy jets of hot water.

"Well, get to work," shouted Ben.

Karen understood what he meant when Joyce stood behind her and began to apply soap to her back and rub her down. When she had rinsed, Joyce turned Karen around and applied the soap to her breasts. Both women were the same height and build. As their wonderful breasts clashed. Karen began to drift into a fantasy world. Despite the situation she was in she found it erotic that she and her best friend and bridesmaid were showering together. She was shocked with what happened next as Joyce grabbed her face. "I love you, Karen," and planted a passionate kiss.

Karen didn't get a chance to react because Joyce swiftly engulfed her breast with her mouth and began to suck and lick at intervals. All Karen could do was moan. "Oooh," several times. Swiftly, Joyce knelt down and expertly penetrated Karen's pussy lips with her tongue and began to whip her clit. "Aaargh," moaned Karen as her arousal began to build. Not even the young man could satisfy her as Joyce was doing now. This was her first time with a woman and it was the most wonder experience she ever had.

As she orgasmed, Karen leaned against the shower wall and sighed deeply. Without being asked, she took Joyce and copied her every move. Soon both women were consumed with lust for each other. So much so that neither were aware that they were filmed on video and on mobile phone. As soon as he felt he had recorded enough, Harry dialled a number and sent it on. "Ok ladies, time to get dried off," said Harry when he saw that Joyce had finally orgasmed.

They were both given large body towels, Harry whispered something in Ben's ear as he led Joyce downstairs. Harry led Karen back to the bedroom and ordered her to lie down on the bed naked.

A few moments later, Ben opened the door with a nude Caroline Lassiter in tow.

"Mom!" cried Karen.

"Get on the bed," ordered Harry.

Reluctantly, Caroline crawled beside her naked daughter. Both women huddled together.

"What are going to do with us?" asked Caroline nervously.

"Only this," responded Harry and both he and Ben suddenly produced rags and forced them to each of their faces. The women struggled with the acrid odour in their nostrils but to no avail as darkness enveloped them.

***

"Wake up. Come on. Wake up, damn it."

As she slowly awoke from her drug induced slumber, Karen heard the familiar male voice getting louder. As the fog lifted she saw John standing by the bed. "My God. John? What are you doing here?" as she tried to cover up.

"I came back when I got this," and he played the recording on his phone.

Karen put her hand to her mouth in shock as she realised it was herself and Joyce in the shower.

"What the hell have you been up to and what the hell are you doing in bed with your own mother?"

"Please John. I can explain..."

"That would be quite interesting. You fucking your best friend, in bed with your mother, your sisters naked in bed together and your aunt and best friend were clearly cosy with each other too. Get dressed and get out of this house and my life."

"Please John?" begged Karen as tears streamed down her eyes.

Caroline began to wake up. "What's going on?" she asked innocently.

"Ask your whore daughter. Now get the fuck out of here before I have you all arrested," screamed John with venom.

Caroline and Karen scrambled out of bed and desperately searched for their clothes. They rushed downstairs and headed for the bus where they found the others waiting for them. Caroline drove away rapidly as if being pursued by demons.

***

It was two weeks later when James Connors was sitting in his usual spot in the college library. Two young men, both classmates, came up and sat beside him.

"You all did a great job , Harry, well done. I'm not sure I appreciate your use of knives though."

"Knives? Oh you mean these?" and Harry produced a knife from his pocket. He drove it into James's side and then retracted it.

"Just a stage prop from the college theatre department."

They all laughed.

"Too bad James. Your stepmother..."

Harry realised he had made a mistake when James frowned.

"Sorry, James. Your ex stepmother is quite a fuck."

"If that bitch thought she could waltz in and take half my father's fortune and my inheritance she had another think coming."

"I wonder how the women would react if they realised they had been fucked by every single member of the class?" asked Ben.

"The girls too?"

"Are you kidding? They couldn't get enough."

They all chuckled.

"Have you got it?" asked Harry.

James looked around and then went to his bag. He handed Harry an envelope with a disc inside. "The exam questions and the answers that are expected are on this."

"You're sure?"

"My dear man, the college encryption code is nothing to James Connors." Once again they all chuckled.

James got up and headed out of the library with a smile of satisfaction.



Here Cums(?) The Bride



I stood in front of the mirror appraising myself in my bridal gown, making sure everything was properly fit and put on. Was I forgetting anything? Veil; check Bouquet; check, Garter; check, Makeup, not too much; check. It was all perfect, beautiful and I was ready to make my vows to the man I loved. The wedding was a small event, only family and our closest friends were invited. Eric and I didn't want, or have the money, to spend on anything larger. We didn't want to cater to any guests we barely knew or hadn't even seen in years. I think there is some old saying about the reception being for the guests. Why should it be? This is OUR day, to celebrate OUR union, the only people that needed to be there were the ones we loved the most and would celebrate with us, not simply pretend to join in on a free meal or some fake social standing need.

When I scanned my way back up the mirror to check my make-up again, I gasped in shock. In the mirror, over by the door, was his reflection. It couldn't be; what was he doing here? I turned around and met his green eyed gaze.

"What are you doing here?"

"I can't congratulate the bride on her special day?" He looked me up and down with a predatory glare. The one that always makes me wet.

"No! You shouldn't even be here. You should leave." I began to back away as he calmly approached me.

"Now why would I want to do a silly thing like that when we both know you want me here?" The confidence in his voice was maddening; my pussy was absolutely pulsing with need for him. Maybe just this once I could deny him, deny my own desires for him.

"No... You shouldn't.... We can't... Mmmmhmmm...." He took my face gently in his hands and kissed me. 

A deep, passionate, lustful kiss. 

A lover's kiss. 

A kiss I shouldn't have been having with this man. A kiss I gladly participated in. My sheer white thong panties were becoming soaked.

As we kissed, he backed me into the sofa in my dressing room and I fell backwards onto it. He positioned his hips in front of my face; his cock was already poking out of the zipper to his tuxedo pants. It looked just so yummy. I grabbed it, my fingers just barely touching tip to tip around his thickness, and pulled his tasty slab of meat to my hungry mouth.

I loved how he felt in my mouth. My lips stretching around his shaft as my tongue struggled to lap around every inch of his girth as he entered and retreated from my maw, the tip of his magnificent cock nudging at the back of my throat as I devour his entire length. I couldn't help but hum my content around his schlong. 

What was I doing? This wasn't right. 

I reluctantly pulled him from my mouth and said, "We shouldn't be doing this. I'm about to get married and there's a whole lot of people on the other side of that door who will be waiting on me." I hiked up my bridal gown around my waist, pulling his cock to my exposed and wet thong clad cunt. " Hurry up and fuck me stud, before I'm late to my own wedding."

He smiled that seductively naughty smile of his and obliged my request by pulling aside the fabric of my thong and plunged his thick meat into my moist snatch.

"Oooooohhhhh," I moaned as he sank inch after delicious inch of himself into me. I loved how he felt inside me, stretching me, filling me like no other man ever has. 

It was difficult to contain my screams and moans, but anyone could have passed by the door at any moment and heard me. As it was, some of the louder ones still escaped my lips. If someone were to come in through that door at that very moment they wouldn't have seen the prim and proper and elegant bride I was expected to be. Instead they would have seen a lustful, wanton, erotic woman thrashing in orgasm beneath the body of the man capable of making her feel a slut and love every fucking second of it. The man that makes me tremble with the very need for him.

He gave me another three orgasms before he finally unloaded his thick load inside of me, coating my pussy walls in his creamy baby batter. I giggled as he lovingly kissed me as his cock slowly slipped out of me.

"You better hurry and get cleaned up. Your groom will be expecting you soon."

"Oh hush you!" I slapped him on the chest. "Its your fault if I'm late. It is bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding after all."

"I think that only applies to getting married the first time, not for vow renewals." He smiled and winked at me as he exited the room.

I got myself together, ensuring I looked the prim and proper bride that I was. 

Walking down the isle my pussy began to pulse again with each step as I moved closer and closer to the man that I love with all my heart and soul. My thong now wet with both of our mixed love juices. As we exchanged and renewed our vows to each other, I looked into his green eyes and relived the moment we just had five minutes earlier in the dressing room. 

Then my mind raced with a vision of what was to come tonight as we consummated our renewed bond and all the years that were still to come, filled with happiness and joy just as the years before.

I came out of my day dreaming just in time as we spoke to each other.

"I do."



Here Cums the Bride



Hi gang...here's another new one for your perusal. To all my readers, I say thank you in advance, and encourage you all, new and old, to send me your thoughts and feedback on this story. I hope you enjoy it. 

As always, all characters are consenting adults, over the age of eighteen, and fictional. 

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Pssst! Come here. I have to tell you something. 

I. Love. Women. 

Especially women with great eyes. Great big eyes, with long lashes. Big blue eyes... or green ones. Even brown eyes, as long as they're big, and expressive, with sexy, long lashes, that flutter like butterfly wings when she bats them at me. Eyes like Emma Stone has. Emily DiDonato. Mila Kunis. Eyes that make you melt. 

Oh, and lips... Soft, pouty, kissable lips. I suppose any discussion of lips probably starts with Angelina Jolie. Scarlett Johansson has nice lips too. Kat Dennings. Eva Green. DiDonato qualifies here, too. So, women with great eyes and kissable lips are high on my list. 

Nice hair. Yeah, that's another thing. Long, lustrous, luxuriant, sexy hair. The colour is not that important... No, wait, maybe it is. Red has always been a favourite of mine. Long, sexy, red hair, big green eyes, with long lashes... and big pouty lips. That's it. 

Of course, a really nice ass is always welcome. Firm, muscular... With that classic inverted heart shape. The kind of ass you can get a good grip on while she's riding your cock, or while you're fucking her standing up, with her long, smooth legs wrapped around your waist. Yeah, that's it... That's all I need. A chick with a great ass, nice, long legs, and sexy red hair down to the middle of her back. That's it... and those big eyes... big green eyes... and pouty, kissable, cocksucking lips. Yeah. That'll do. 

Oh, one more thing. Well, two actually. Tits. Boobs. Jugs. Hooters. You get the idea. A nice, big pair of thick nippled, bouncy melons, there for the taking. 

So I guess what I'm saying is that I really like redheads, with big tits, nice butts, long legs, pretty green eyes and full kissable lips. Pretty specific, I know. One could look far and wide for a woman just like that, and never find one that fit all the criteria. 

Or, one could look in the house where I grew up. The place was crawling with them. Three sisters... actually one older one, Erica, twenty-three, who already checked all the boxes, and two younger ones, the twins, Sarah and Sylvia. They were only thirteen years old now, but would soon blossom as well, if Erica was any indication. 

Of course, there was also the prototype... Mom. Oedipus would have a field day. With a ten year gap between her oldest and youngest children, she had obviously captivated Dad as well. Now forty-four, she didn't look it, and took pretty good care of herself. 

I suppose it's only natural that I have become more than slightly obsessed with that specific list of physical characteristics. I grew up with them, day in, day out. To me, that's what a woman was supposed to look like. 

My mother and I were always close. I was her only son, so I got a lot of attention. I guess I was a 'mommy's boy', but I never had a problem with that. As I grew up, I rather enjoyed it, being enveloped in one of my Mother's soft hugs. 

***

I'm Steve. I turned eighteen last April, and as close as I always have been with my Mother, I think I've been even closer with my big sister. 

I know some families have friction between siblings, but that really wasn't us. Sibling rivalry was unknown. Maybe the age differences were a factor. Erica and the twins are ten years apart, and I'm right in the middle, five years from each extreme. Whatever the reason, we really were one big, happy family. 

Erica and I shared everything with each other. That's probably how we got so close. 

When Erica was going through puberty, and was feeling weird about herself and the changes she was going through, I was there. I had no idea what was going on, being seven at the time, I think, but she needed a hug, and I was happy to give her one. The same was true when she lost her first boyfriend, and when high school got to be overwhelming. 

She returned the favour more times than I could count, and being older, her comfort was more than just a token gesture. Getting my first girlfriend. Losing my first girlfriend. I was eight, so a girlfriend was a friend that just happened to be a girl. Later, when 'girlfriend' started to mean more, she was there, explaining how girls thought differently about things than boys. She was truly my best friend. 

As I started to notice and appreciate the fairer sex, I also noticed that my sister was a girl. Yeah, I know...no shit, Sherlock. What I mean is...she was becoming a miniature version of Mom, only better. 

By the time she turned eighteen, the term 'miniature' no longer applied. My sister was all grown up, and she was, without a doubt, a certified, iron clad, card carrying fox. 

Beautiful doesn't even begin to cover it. To my eyes, she had always been that way, but now... Wow! Picture Anne Hathaway, but with longer hair, that was more red than brown. Her huge eyes were a darker green than most I've seen. She was very, very pretty. 

Her body was another matter entirely. With all due respect to the fact that she was my sister...oh my fucking god! She had developed... and I do mean DE-VEL-OPED...the curves of a stripper. A medium tall, gorgeous, slim and stacked goddess, she attracted the attention of every guy within sight. 

I was among them. 

Fantasies involving her started to take root in my mind, fuelling my early adolescence...and then she left...to get married. 

***

I was in my sister's wedding party. It's not hard to find me in all the wedding photos. I'm the one wearing the rented tuxedo and the scowl. The scowl was not a rental ; it was all mine. In retrospect, I feel a bit embarrassed that I ruined her pictures.  

All but one, anyway. 

She had dragged me off alone, and had the photographer take a few shots of just the two of us. Erica's smile was at its radiant best that day, as you would expect of a bride, and I had a pretty good one on my face as well for those few pictures. Being reunited with her, even for a day, always made me smile. 

My favourite is the one where she's holding my head, pressed against her chest, just above her big boobs. If you look closely... and I have, several times, believe me... you can see my chin dipping into the soft crease of cleavage that her gown displayed that day. Sigh. Such good memories. 

Unfortunately, I wasn't invited to the rest of her life. The ceremony ended with the usual...the happy couple, leaving together, and starting a new journey. Leaving their old lives behind. 

Leaving me behind. 

I was devastated, but tried not to be angry. Not with Erica, anyway. Her husband, Eddie? Let's just say that my Eddie voodoo doll would have been getting a workout, if I'd had one. I hated him. Loathed him. Wished him a quick but painful death. Okay, maybe not that quick. 

I wanted my big sister back. I wanted my friend back. I never thought about it from her point of view. 

Soon, Erica was pregnant. Mom was thrilled, as were my other sisters, but the thought of Eddie doing...that...with my Erica, made me ill. Nonetheless, my sister was going to be a Mommy, and I had no doubt she'd be a great one. 

Or not. 

A miscarriage ended the pregnancy, and Eddie showed his true colours, jumping in bed with someone else. The infidelity ended the marriage. In a few months, my sister had gone from happily married and pregnant, to betrayed, divorced and emotionally wrecked. I now wished Eddie's death would be preceded by months of agony, unless I was present. If that was the case, I would joyfully crush the life out of him for what he did to my best friend. 

***

That was two years ago, and Erica had built a new life since then. Unwilling to move back home, she'd done what she could to recover her independence. She held on to her apartment, and got a job befitting her skills. 

She didn't have any. Skills that is. Getting married as young as she did, to her high school boyfriend, she hadn't needed to go beyond summer jobs, and hers had run toward the 'table waiting' end of the spectrum. Waitresses generally don't pull in a lot of cash, but those of a specific type do a little better than average. 

Cocktail waitresses. They did better on tips, and for that job she was amply qualified. I do mean 'amply'. 

I'm getting ahead of myself, though. Just after my high-school graduation, my parents suggested that I might want to talk to my sister about moving in with her. No, they didn't hate me that much. I was going to be attending college in the fall, and the campus was mere blocks from my sister's apartment. It was meant as a symbiotic move ; I needed a place to live, and she needed a roommate to help her make ends meet. After a short negotiation regarding the rent, Erica agreed to risk having her little brother disrupt her life. 

I showed up at her door with a suitcase and a few boxes. I noticed that she hadn't reverted to her maiden name, and the building directory listed her as 'Erica McDonald'. Dad had given me a ride, and helped me move the boxes, then hung around for a while to make sure everything was cool between us. He needn't have worried. 

"Hey Gig!" Erica smiled as she let us in. She looked good. Oh hell, she looked fantastic! 

"Howdy, Hugs," I replied, then stepped in to get one. Her arms opened wide, and I felt the delicious softness of her breasts against me again. I had really missed them, err, that. 

Surprisingly, I had also missed her pet name for me. I suppose my name for her, 'Hugs', is pretty self explanatory. Hers will be a bit more work. 

Being her little brother, 'Stevie' was automatic. The mutations began as we grew up, and started using each other for emotional support. When I was upset, Erica would hold me, until I felt better, but she wouldn't let me leave until I gave her a smile and a laugh. The smile was easy, but sometimes the laugh took longer. Sometimes it took a little extra, and that's where the tickle came in. Before long, she'd have me giggling and squirming. I became 'Stevie-giggles', then just 'Giggles', before it was shortened to 'Gig'. 

"Jeez Gig, you've gotten bigger," she laughed, feeling my shoulders, "and taller. It'll be handy having you here for stuff on the top shelves." 

I had, indeed, filled out and up a bit since I had last spent any significant time with my sister. I wasn't the only one. 

Erica seemed a bit more buxom to my eyes, with a more pronounced hourglass shape. It looked good on her. I just couldn't say it in front of my Dad. 

I knew that Mom and Dad had tried to help Erica out with some cash from time to time, but she had refused. Pride, I guess, but providing me with a home made it an exchange of services, not charity, so it was accepted. 

Dad had served his purpose on this trip, and had a long drive home ahead of him, so he gave each of us a hug, and headed out, leaving us alone together. 

In a perfect world, we would have just picked up where we left off, but Erica had been living alone for nearly two years now, and she had become accustomed to doing things her way. I was going to take some getting used to. 

"Okay, Hugs, are there any roomie ground rules I need to know about?" I asked, after I unpacked. I could only see her feet, and the top of her head, as she lounged on the couch with the remote in her hand. I took a few steps closer, and got a better view over the back of the couch. More like an eyeful. 

Erica was wearing her nightgown, such as it was. Essentially an oversized, light blue t-shirt, with a v-neck, it had seen better days, and was tissue paper thin. Her attention was on the TV, so she didn't see my eyes bug out. 

Her full, round breasts were barely covered, and her nipples tented the thin fabric where it stretched over the smooth curves. The neckline was tugged off centre, showing me the crease of cleavage between her boobs. She had one leg drawn up, and her pink panties were peeking out. 

My silence got her attention at last, and she looked up at me, catching me ogling her. There was a gasp, and she realized what she was wearing, and what I was seeing. 

"Shit!" she hissed, and leapt to her feet, dashing into her room. Her retreat only added to the situation, as I saw most of one large breast and half a nipple as her big tits swung unrestrained under her shirt. I also caught about half her firm ass, with a pink string up the middle, before she disappeared behind her door. 

I closed my eyes, and exhaled. Great start, I thought. Now she'll be pissed at me, and I can't get the pictures of her body out of my head. 

I decided I'd just stay in my room. 

About fifteen minutes later, there was a gentle knock on my door. 

"Stevie? Can I come in?" 

"Of course," I replied, and the door opened. Before she was all the way in, I apologized. "I'm sorry Erica. I didn't mean to..." 

"Gig, it's hardly your fault," she smiled, sitting on the corner of my bed. She pulled he hair aside. I noticed she had changed into a pair of shorts and a more appropriate t-shirt...but her nipples still poked at the fabric. "I, uh, I guess I will need to be more aware of what I'm wearing around you. So, let that be roomie rule number one : appropriate clothing must be worn in public areas. Agreed?" she laughed. 

"Roger that, Hugs," I nodded. 

"Okay. We'll figure out the rest of the rules as we go," she said, and stood up. She paused at the door. "You know, it could have been worse. I've been known to watch TV naked." She winked. "Good night, Gig." 

Oh, now why did she have to tell me that? 

***

It was my parents idea that I move in well before school began. I was fine with that. It would give us a chance to reconnect before I had to spend more time with my studies. We had six weeks, and I didn't waste any time. 

When I got up, the morning after my arrival, I found my sister doing a little hand laundry in the kitchen. The operative word is 'little'. 

She was dressed, her big boobs harnessed and thrust out even more by her bra. I walked up behind her, and kissed the top of her head. 

"Morning, Hugs. What's up today?" I asked her, peeking over her shoulder. She was wringing out a handful of orange fabric, while something white floated in the sink. 

"I have a couple of hours before I need to go to work, but I'll only be gone about six hours. Then I'm home. No night job tonight," she smiled. 

I knew she was stretched pretty thin, but I didn't know she was working two jobs. I suppose that meant my rent was going to be very much appreciated. 

Erica was now shaking the white fabric out, and I saw the logo on the front. It dawned on me what I was looking at. 

"Hugs...do you work..." I picked up the orange item, holding it open,"...at Hooters?" I grinned at her, inspecting the tiny orange shorts. I only knew she worked at a restaurant. 

"Yes!" she giggled, snatching them from my fingers, "and now that you know, I'd appreciate you keeping it to yourself. Mom would shit if she knew!" 

She was right about that. Mom would not be terminally thrilled with her baby girl flaunting her assets, serving chicken wings to drooling drunks. I'm not sure I liked it either, but I'd definitely like to see her in that little outfit. Somehow, I found that unlikely. I doubt the girls actually wore the skimpy garments to work, just at work, so the only way I'd likely see her body in it would be to eat there. Hmmm. Maybe someday... 

"Where's your night job?" I asked. 

"Another restaurant," she smiled, "where I get to wear a little more. Not much more, mind you."

"You're okay with showing yourself off like that?" I questioned. It just somehow didn't seem like her. 

"At first? It scared the hell out of me," she answered. "I didn't know if things would get out of hand. Now, I'm used to it, and most of the guys I serve are respectful, and keep their hands to themselves."

"Most? Not all?" I asked, a bit concerned. I didn't like the idea of someone pawing my sister. 

"Unfortunately no, not all. Some guys seem to think a big tip entitles them to sample the goods. I've learned how to deal with overly handsy customers," she said confidently. "Most of them can be guilted into a bigger gratuity to atone for their wandering hands."

She saw the look of concern on my face, and caressed my face. 

"Aww, Gig, don't worry about me, okay?" she whispered. "I'll admit, I'm not thrilled with it, and it's not what I saw myself doing. I didn't see myself divorced at twenty-one either, so I had to adapt. Could I have just come back home? Yes, and Mom really wanted me to, but I wanted to prove to myself that I could make it alone. If I have to use my looks to do it, so be it. I'm sure you've noticed...especially after last night...that I'm built, um... " she glanced down at her big, prominent globes. 

"Rather attractively?" I ventured, hoping I wasn't revealing too much about my feelings. 

"Thank you, Gig!" she smiled. "I was going to say something a little more graphic, but I like yours better. I admit that I don't mind knowing I'm still worth looking at. I suppose that's because of Eddie. He did a number on my self esteem for a while there. So when I got the job, and saw that other guys thought I was pretty, and started getting bigger and bigger tips, just for letting them check me out..."

"I understand, Sis," I said, stepping in and hugging her. She snuggled against me. 

"I've saved just over ten grand since I started," she giggled. 

What? We thought you were destitute. 

"That's from both jobs," she continued. "I could probably get by on one, but I don't have much else to do with my time, so I'm making hay while the sun is shining."

"How much are we talking about here?" I asked. 

"About $200 a night in tips, on average," she said. 

"Really?!" I gasped. "Jeez, do they make those shorts in my size?" I joked. She laughed. 

"I don't think you have the cleavage for it, buddy," she smiled, pulling back and shaking her tits at me. My eyes dropped to that deep valley of softness, then snapped back up, embarrassed. 

"Sorry," I added, blushing. 

"Eh... I'm used to it," she waved. "You know, you might look cute in these though," she giggled, holding her tiny shorts up in front of me.

She's quite the flirt, I thought. It's too bad she's my sister. 

***

Erica and I settled into a routine. For the most part, I tried to stay out of her way. She could be a bit of a whirling dervish when she was getting ready for work, so after a few collisions, which I admit I enjoyed somewhat, she gave me a look that told me I should steer clear. I took to hiding in my room, and watching her flit about the apartment. It was entertaining. 

I was able to resist dropping in on her for a late lunch...for four whole days. The anticipation was killing me. 

I walked in alone, and took a seat, waiting about thirty seconds before a tall, curvy blonde came over to serve me. She was all legs, and quite cute, but her tank top was under populated. Compared to Erica, most women were. 

"Hi," she bubbled, "I'll be your server today. My name's Barbie!"

Of course it is, I thought. How appropriate. 

I ordered some lunch...finger food...and sat quietly, watching the TV while I waited. I didn't even see her behind me. 

"Ahem..." I heard, and flinched. I turned slowly. 

Erica stood there, with her tray held over her breasts, hiding them from me. She had a bemused but mildly annoyed expression. 

"Not enough other places to eat?" she whispered. "You had to come here?" 

"Sorry, Hugs..." I began. 




Here Cums the Bride



"Please don't call me that here. I'll never hear the end of it!" she hissed, looking around for unwanted ears. 

"Sorry... Erica... I was just curious," I smiled. 

"Hmmm," she smiled. "Just remember what curiosity did to the cat." She raised her tray, and tapped me on the head with it, chastising me, but showing me what I wanted to see...her curves spilling out of her uniform top. "We'll talk when I get home." She walked away, wiggling her ass as she did.. 

My food arrived, and Barbie did her best to keep my attention, displaying herself nicely. I should have told her that she didn't have a chance. Erica was within view, and I watched her serving her tables, those wondrous breasts of hers jiggling as she raced about. Her legs looked incredible, and her firm little ass was pointed out several times by her customers. I was watching them, too. 

When my sister got home, I was watching TV, and she stood directly in my way, arms crossed over her chest, tapping her foot. I sighed, and turned off the tube. 

"Go ahead," I said, "get it out." 

"Why?" was all she said. 

"You really don't know?" I answered with my own question. 

"Know what?" she countered. 

I guess I was going to have to spill my guts. There didn't seem to be a way around it, and I wasn't going to lie to her. I never had, and I wasn't about to start now.

"Erica, it's not easy being your brother, you know. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and even though you're my sister, I couldn't resist seeing your sexy body in that little outfit. I didn't want to ask you to give me a show, so it seemed like the best way was to just drop in. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. Also, I was still concerned about you. I wanted to see what your work was like. Those guys you were waiting on while I was there really liked your ass. Every time you turned away, they were drooling." I thought maybe a compliment would ease the shock. 

"Yeah, I figured as much...they gave me a forty dollar tip," she rattled off, dismissing the comment. "Go back to the beginning again?" 

Yeah, where's that rewind button? What the hell did I say? She saw the confusion on my face. 

"It's not easy being my brother?" she prompted. 

"No, its not. It would be so much easier if you were just some chick, and I was just some guy. At least then I'd be able to show you how I feel," I replied. Oh crap. Please don't freak out, I thought. That was a bit too close to the heart. 

"Chick?" she giggled. "I'm a chick?" I smiled, and nodded. "Do you really think I'm beautiful, and sexy?" she asked, looking down self consciously. 

Oh, what the hell. In for a penny... 

"Erica, if you weren't my sister, I'd be all over you like a fat kid on a smartie. Yes, you are incredibly beautiful, and sexy. I'm your brother, but I'm a man first, and I'm not blind."

She gave me a sheepish, embarrassed grin, and batted her eyelashes. 

"Thank you, Gig," she whispered. "I think I'm going for a nap. Wake me in an hour?" 

"You got it, Hugs," I answered. She closed her door softly. 

That went better than I thought. 

***

I didn't get the chance to wake her. About ten minutes before I was going to, I heard her door open behind me. 

"Damn, I'm good. I didn't even knock," I laughed. 

"I thought I'd save you the trouble of spying on my other job," she said softly. 

It took me so few seconds to decipher that. I whipped my head around. 

She stood in her doorway, wearing her outfit for her night job, which she did four nights a week. It was a sports bar, with a racing theme, called RPM's, and the 'uniform' was meant to mimic a race driver's fireproof suit. Of course, most drivers don't cut the legs off to 'hot pants' levels, and the sleeves at mid bicep. Most drivers also don't wear it open to the bustline, either. 

The 'suit' was black, satiny, and skin tight, with checkered flag trim in stripes up the sides, and a checkered flag belt that cinched her waist tight. The front zipper stopped just below her boobs, showing a little of her bra in the open V of the neckline, and of course, nearly half of each round breast. It was meant to display some nice cleavage, even on a woman of average endowment. Erica was not average. 

My mouth hung open. I, um, well...what can you say, in a situation like this. 

"Okay. I guess you like it. Watch you don't sit on your tongue," she giggled, crossing her arms over her chest. That display of cleavage increased exponentially as she squeezed her tits together. 

"Wow. I'd give you twenty bucks just to stand there," I babbled. "Erica, that's the hottest thing I've ever seen. Little wonder you clean up on tips." 

She swung her hips as she sauntered over to me, stopping at the back of the couch. She put both hands on the back edge, and leaned over, pressing her upper arms together. Her boobs bulged out further, and so did my eyes. 

"See anything you like?" she purred, licking her lips. 

I was just about to have a mental meltdown when she smiled, and laughed, skipping into the kitchen. 

"Just pulling your chain, Gig," she snickered, but my eyes followed the bouncing boobs out of the room. I followed them back in too, when she bounded back in and plunked on the couch beside me with a cold drink in her hand. She did seem to be taking every opportunity to jiggle those jugs for my benefit. 

"Enjoying yourself?" I asked. 

"Hell, yes!" she giggled. "It's kind of fun teasing you."

"That tears it!" I yelled, and chased her around the room. A long tickle fight ensued, and she lost. It reminded my of when we were kids, joyful and innocent. 

Except, we were no longer kids, and I was having thoughts that were far from innocent. 

***

The whole, 'appropriate clothing in public areas' thing got stretched to the limits in the next few weeks. Now that she knew I thought she was hot, she was taking advantage of her position of power...power she was exerting with her wardrobe of various revealing garments. I knew what she was doing, and she knew that I knew, but it didn't stop her. 

In the past, I had been on the receiving end of something similar, but not from my sister. Some women like to flirt with men who are taken, and can't, or shouldn't respond. I had been involved, and one of my girlfriend's friends decided that made me irresistible. She tortured me until the relationship ended, then suddenly wasn't interested anymore. 

I guess I just never expected it from my sister. It seemed especially cruel coming from her. Still, I could tolerate it. After all...I loved her. 

Erica liked to sleep late, which makes sense given the hours she worked. She didn't get home until at least 3am on those nights she did her other job, so I tried to be quiet in the mornings, not counting on seeing her until noon, at least. 

I went for a run one morning, trying to beat the heat, and returned to the apartment just before 11, to find Erica in the kitchen. Clad only in a blue bra and panties. 

I really expected her to scream and run, but she didn't even flinch. 

"Hi Gig," she smiled, standing at the kitchen counter, stirring her coffee, with her back to me. Her panties were brazilian, so not much of her fabulous ass was hidden. To be fair, they didn't show that much more than her orange shorts, but since most of the back was lace, they were definitely worth checking out, and I did. My sister had a great ass, and that was a fact. 

As I stared at her butt, she picked up her cup, turned, and walked past me. As interesting as the panties were, the bra was mind blowing, and I stood like a statue, watching her boobs quiver by. She sat on the couch, and turned on the TV. 

"Are we amending the dress code?" I asked, still standing. 

"Whatever. I don't really care anymore," she said. There was a tone of despair in her voice. 

"Oh, I don't like to hear my favourite sister talking like that," I replied, joining her on the couch. "What's wrong? Spill it."

Erica took a deep breath. I tried...oh, how I tried...not to look at her chest, as her breasts swelled up in her bra cups. It was agony, but I was trying to be supportive. She turned, to put her coffee down, and I stole a few quick glances. 

"Are you sure you want me to answer that question? Once you open that door, there's no closing it, and it'll probably get messy. Are you ready for tears?" she asked. 

I thought for a second, then jumped up off the couch, running into the bathroom. I returned with a box of Kleenex. 

"Will this be enough?" I laughed, "or should I get another one from under the sink?" 

"That should do," she giggled, and sniffed, welling up already. 

"Then I'm ready," I smiled. "Talk to me, honey. The doctor is in." 

She sniffed again, and held out her hand. I put a tissue in it, which she took, then wrapped my arm around her shoulders, and leaned against me. I sat quietly, stroking her hair, and letting her set the pace. She would talk when she was ready, and not before. In the meantime, I had a killer view down her cleavage. Oh my. 

It took several minutes of her cuddling silently before she finally spoke. 

"I, uh...I saw Eddie last night," she whispered, sobbing quietly. 

"Oh. Well that explains a lot," I replied. "I know every time I run into an ex-girlfriend, I feel like someone kicked me in the junk. They're just girlfriends. I can imagine how much more painful this must be for you." 

Or maybe I can't imagine... I thought, as I Erica began to shake in my arms. Her sobs were heart rending. Tears flowed freely. 

When Erica and Eddie broke up, I had been on the outer edges of things. My Mother had been the primary comfort giver, with hours spent behind closed doors in my parents bedroom. By the time I got involved, in the form of a hug, Erica was 'being strong', and we never got to have this conversation. I knew she was hurt, of course, but she was hiding it. 

Time may heal the wound, but it never really stops the pain. Now, for her, it was like it just happened yesterday. 

I was getting wet, and Erica's tears showed no signs of stopping. 

"It's okay, honey. Let it out," I said softly. 

Her gasps of sorrow slowed gradually, and she calmed down a little, regaining the ability to talk. 

"I'm sorry," she sniffed, as she sat up. "I'm getting you all wet. I feel like an idiot, breaking down like this."

"I understand, Sis. Why don't you tell me what happened?" I asked, dabbing her tear streaked face with another tissue. "I'm here for you. Together we can work through it." 

Erica caressed my face, and smiled weakly. She sat back, and took another deep breath. 

Dammit! Stop doing that! I'm trying to be your friend, and you keep reminding me that you're my perfect woman, and that I'd love nothing more than to jump on you. 

"Okay," she said quietly, "I'll try. I was about halfway through last night's shift, weaving my way through the crowd with a tray of drinks for one of my tables, when someone called me by name." She paused and took another breath. Shit! Her boobs shuddered as she exhaled. 

"It was Eddie...and her!" she spat. "That fucking blonde bitch he cheated on me with!" Her despair was replaced, at least temporarily, with rage." They sat there, smiling at me...but I could see in her eyes that she felt, so superior...so much better than this lowly waitress whose husband she had stolen. I wanted to scratch her eyes out...to rip her head off, to..."

"I get the idea," I smiled. I had been watching her, fists balled up shaking with fury. It was something to see. 

"I couldn't, of course," she frowned. "I had to be 'professional'. It's a good thing they weren't at my table, or I would have pissed in her drink!" 

That one got me. I burst out laughing. She followed suit. 

"What? You disapprove?" she giggled. 

"Not at all. It just seems so unladylike," I replied, "yet totally appropriate." 

She smirked at me, and wiped her eyes. 

"So, besides wanting to schedule a main event for the next MMA pay per view," I smiled, "and my money's on you, by the way...how did you feel about running into Eddie?"

"Sad. Angry. Frustrated. Confused. Jealous...pick one!" she gasped, crying again. 

This would be so much easier if she was wearing some clothes, I thought. My body was reacting the way you'd expect, when in the proximity of a scantily clad, extremely well built woman. I had the mother of all erections. 

"I mean...I thought we were perfect together," she blubbered. "I wouldn't have married him if I thought anything different. Now, two years later, he's still with her, and I'm just two years older. How could I have been so wrong?"

"I asked Dad that same question, more or less, last year," I told her. It surprised her. 

"You asked Dad for relationship advice?" she asked incredulously. 

"Yeah, well, he wouldn't have been my first choice, but my favourite sister had left home, and Mom was out shopping. I took what I could get," I laughed. "What he told me actually made sense. Wanna hear it?" 

"Oh, what the hell," she gestured in desperation. "What have I got to lose?" 

"He told me that we sometimes get blinded by the idea of being in love. It makes us see things we want to see in others, even if they're not really there. But," I said softly, taking her hand, and stroking her skin gently, "if you never open yourself up to the pain, you can never feel the pleasure."

Erica looked deep into my eyes for several long, excruciating seconds, then shook her head. 

"Dad said that?" she asked. I nodded. "Our Dad...tall guy, grunts a lot? Likes wrestling?" 

I laughed, and nodded again. 

"Hmpf. Who knew he had it in him?" she smiled, sitting back. She was deep in thought for a while. "I get it, but I'm still afraid. I feel like I can't trust my own judgement. I hate being alone, but it hurts less than being lied to."

"I know. What choice do you have, though? It's either that, or you look for a convent...and it would be a shame to hide that body under a nun's habit," I laughed. 

She glanced down at her beautiful bust, and giggled. 

"I guess I'm a little under dressed," she smiled, standing up and walking into her room. She came back out covered with her robe. "Can you picture me as a nun?"

Oh good jesus, please don't put that image in my head! My dick, which had softened in the last few minutes, hardened instantly. 

Too late. 

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Erica was a bit quiet for a couple of days. Happy - ish, but quiet. I tried at first to break her out of it, but sensed she just needed to be left to her own thoughts. Just the same, we had really reconnected, and I missed my best friend's smile. 

I caught some strange looks from her when she was deep inside her head, but a few days later, it was all water under the bridge. Erica was herself again. 

It was nearly 2am when my phone rang. I was sound asleep, so it took me a minute to figure out what was going on, and answer it. 

"Hello?" I grumbled, trying to shake the cobwebs. I was a little pissed at the disturbance, until I heard who it was. 

"Steve, it's Erica...I'm so sorry to wake you," she began. There was something in her voice that told me this was a serious call. 

"What's up, Sis? Is it Eddie again?" I asked, jumping to a conclusion that immediately made me angry. "I swear, I'll kick his ass!" 

"Calm down, Gig, and holster the ass kicking," she said quietly. "I appreciate the sentiment though. Maybe next time. I do find myself in need of your help, and your presence, though. I'm afraid to come home alone tonight." 

That woke me up. Afraid? Of whom? 

"What?" I growled.

"There's this guy who I served earlier, and he is hanging around outside. It's creeping me out. Remember what I said about big tippers?" she explained. 

Yes, I do. 'Sometimes they think they're entitled to sample the goods', she had said. No one was going to sample my sister while I was there. 

"Okay. How do I get there?" I asked. She gave me her route. One bus, or a ten minute walk, then four stops on the train. It would take me about half an hour total. "You're safe until I get there?" 

"Yeah. I'm inside, and I have company. You just be careful getting here," she directed. 

"Right. I'll text you along the way," I said, and hung up. Throwing on some clothes, my adrenaline ramped up, and I was wired and wide awake by the time my feet hit the street. 

It was, as you'd expect, pretty quiet outside. I hustled along the street, looking over my shoulder for the bus, but I made it to the train station before one showed up. There was a train just about to depart, and I jumped on seconds before the door closed. At this rate, I'd be there in half the time. 

I texted her as I left the train, and walked briskly to meet her. As I approached the front of the bar, I saw her admirer, a round little man with a nice suit on. He didn't look like trouble. More like he'd had a few too many, and convinced himself that Erica's friendly demeanour was something more. 

The door opened as I walked up, and Erica stepped out, thanking the manager for his help. She had a bag over her shoulder, and was wearing a black trench coat, so I had a fair idea what was underneath. Her bare legs were a good indicator that she hadn't changed after work. 

"Thanks Gig. This means a lot to me," she said tensely. "Let's go home." 

We linked arms and walked off, leaving her disappointed 'friend' behind. It wasn't until we were safely on the train that I felt her relax, and she snuggled tight against me. Her hair still smelled good, even after a full day of waiting tables at two jobs. As we exited the train, and walked down the stairs to street level, she sighed, and smiled at me. 

"It really is a beautiful night out," she whispered, "other than the whole 'getting stalked' thing." She looked up at me, looking more peaceful than I had seen her in days. She leaned against me, and we walked at a leisurely pace, her high heels clicking on the pavement in the quiet night air. It took us twice as long as usual, and was nearly 4am by the time we made it into our apartment. 

"I could use a bite," she said, placing her bag on the counter. "Can I get you anything?" 

"I guess it's nearly breakfast, isn't it?" I laughed. "I might as well stay up." 

"Oh, don't say that. I feel guilty enough dragging you out of your nice warm bed to escort me home," she moaned. "Thank you again." 

I plunked down on the couch, and flipped on the TV. Maybe there was a good movie on. 

"Don't worry about it, Sis," I replied. "Anytime you need me, you know I'm only a call away." 

"You really mean that, don't you?" she asked me. Her voice was soft, and sweet. 

"Of course," I replied, turning to face her. "You're my sister, and my best friend. I love you." 

Erica was standing in the kitchen doorway, with her coat open, in the middle of taking it off. She smiled, and slid it over her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Her tight little 'uniform' hugged her curves so perfectly. Her hand paused just below the deep V of her cleavage. 

"Turn off the TV," she breathed, stepping closer. Her fingers gripped the tab of the zipper, and slid it down, letting the suit gap open even more. 

"Come on, Hugs...I'm not in the mood for more teasing," I groaned. 

"So who's teasing?" she smiled, as the zipper stopped just above her panties. She sat beside me, while I stared at her open mouthed. She leaned closer. "I've finally realized that the perfect man for me has been right in front of me the whole time. I've been looking for a man who would treat me with respect, and care, and love...a man who would never hurt me...a man who would drop everything at two in the morning, just because I needed him. Sound like anyone you know?"




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"But, I..." I stammered. She stopped me by pressing her fingertip to my lips. 

"Yes, my darling brother... " she batted her eyelashes, pressing against me, "... I am well aware of the facts of our relationship. I know it would be wrong, as far as the world is concerned. I don't care. I've seen the way you look at me, and you have told me that you find me attractive. Now we could talk this over until we're blue in the face, but I think we can cut through the crap a bit faster."

"Um, how?" I asked. My wildest fantasies were coming to fruition. But, fantasy was easy. Reality was a bit more complicated. 

"Simple. Kiss me. If you don't want me, I'll feel it. Your words can lie, but your lips can't, " she smiled. She was inches from my face, with her green eyes searching for any hint of reluctance. 

I had wanted her for as long as I could remember, but now that she was right here, rubbing her big soft breasts against me, and licking her lips in anticipation of the biggest step we'd ever take, I was terrified. 

Her eyes shut as she touched her lips to mine. I forced myself to relax. For the next few hours, whatever happened, she wasn't my sister. For the next few hours, she was just a woman, more beautiful than any I had ever known, and she wanted me as much as I wanted her. 

Her lips quivered, nervously, as they stayed in contact with my own. Just for a second, I thought she would pull away...until her kiss intensified, and she moaned, wrapping her arms around my neck. I wrapped mine around her waist, and pulled her tighter. She threw her leg over my lap, and let me drag her up to straddle me, while our tongues tangled with each other. It was our first kiss. It would most certainly not be our last. 

"Whew!" she hissed, looking into my eyes. "I guess that answers that question, doesn't it?" Her eyes sparkled brightly, and she smiled...a smile that outshone the sun...before crushing her lips to mine again, and plunging her tongue deep into my mouth. She moaned loudly as my hands found her firm ass, and wriggled her shoulders out of her uniform, letting it drop loosely around her waist. Now only her very brief bra hid her breasts from me, and it put up very little resistance when I pulled the shoulder straps down, and tugged it down off her boobs. 

I had seen most of my sisters ample chest on several occasions, but this unveiling of her twin treasures took my breath away. So full and round, they jiggled alluringly as she freed her arms from the straps. Her areolas were a dark rosy colour, just perfectly sized for her large breasts, and surrounded nipples that were deliciously thick and stubby. 

"Mmmmm hmmm," she moaned, and dragged my hands around to hold her globes. She continued the embrace, and kept her hands on mine, encouraging me to fondle the soft flesh that filled my grip to overflowing. Her hips undulated, grinding against the bulge that had taken residence in my crotch. She broke away from my lips. 

"I get the impression that you are enjoying this as much as I am," she smiled as she slipped from my grasp and stood up, posing before me. She undid and discarded her bra, then peeled her sexy little uniform down over her hips. Her panties were soon around her ankles, and she stepped out of them. "Heels off, or on?" she giggled, pointing her toes, and tossing her long, red hair suggestively. 

"On," I croaked, looking up at her nude form. My mouth was suddenly very dry. 

"Follow me?" she asked. I nodded, and trailed her like an obedient puppy, my eyes following every sexy sway and wiggle of her beautiful firm ass. She sauntered slowly, milking the moment, and setting the hook...except this fish had no desire to escape. 

As she reached her bed, she spun around and sat across the corner. Her eyes were ablaze, beckoning me into her grasp, but I had other ideas. As I stopped in front of her, she reached out, and caressed the huge hardness that was my dick, still trapped in its denim prison. 

"Ooooo, that's...whoa...Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she giggled as I pushed her onto her back. That dry mouth I mentioned? I knew exactly what I wanted to slake the thirst, and dragged her closer to the corner. Taking a kneeling position before her altar, I draped her legs over my shoulders, and gazed at the beauty before me. 

She was shaved bare as the day she was born. Her pussy was a tight, neat slit in the area between her thighs, surrounded by a slightly puffy area that stood proud. At the top of this slit was a significant bump, home to her clit, which was beginning to peek out its front door. I inhaled her scent, a fragrance that would be forever etched in my memory, and touched her smooth skin with my fingertips, gently opening the outer lips to view the flower hidden behind. 

"Oh god," she moaned, as I pressed a finger into her moist interior. Her inner lips began to swell and darken as she became aroused, and they lengthened, pouting open through the outer labia that guarded them. Her sex transformed, getting wetter and more erotic with every second. I withdrew my finger, and sampled the nectar which had coated it. 

Delicious is inadequate. Heavenly. Succulent. Far too good to resist. 

"Oh Gig...please don't tease me. I need this so bad," she begged, her voice quivering. "Lick my pussy. Please?" 

I got out of a warm bed at 2am, took a walk and a train, just because she asked me to. This request was a no brainer. 

I pressed my tongue flat against her perineum, and dragged upward, letting it dip into her damp recess, and trailing upward to finish with a lap around her increasingly aroused clitoris. Erica groaned, and breathed encouragement. 

"Oh yessss, that's it, baby...do it again, and don't stop."

I did, going back for more ambrosia with gusto, and burying my face into her gash. My tongue probed deep, joined by a finger, while Erica squirmed and moaned. Fluttering the tip of my tongue over her clit brought a gasp of joy from her, and she spread her legs wider, giving me better access. I felt the points of her heels dig into my back, as she urged me on, so I added a second finger, and latched onto her clit. I sucked, and Erica squealed. 

"Aaaaaaiiiiyyeeee! Yessss! Yessss! YESSSS! MORE!" she gasped. 

A third finger joined in, and made squishy noises as it plunged into her cunt. My lip lock on her button maintained, I gnawed on it. Her legs began to shake, and she arched her back, while I braced for impact. 

"MmmnnaaaahhhhhfuuuuUUUUUCKYESSSSS!" she screamed. I lapped furiously at her snatch, slurping up the honey that flowed like a river of lust from her depths, and she lurched wildly in my hands. "Holy shit!" she hissed, as her body shuddered again, and wilted. I gave her a few parting licks, and rested my chin on her mons, watching her breasts heave on her chest as she caught her breath. She struggled to sit up, propping herself up with her arms. Her face was flushed, and her eyes dreamy. 

"Mmmmm, that was different," she moaned, blinking her eyes to clear them. A smile. "Okay, I think it's time for you to reciprocate. You can clearly see everything I've got..." she grinned, gesturing to her fabulous, naked body, which I would never get tired of inspecting. "Come on, baby brother...whip it out. It's my turn to play." 

I smiled back, and stood before her, unbuckling my belt, and unzipping the fly. I watched as she licked her lips in anticipation. Undoing the button, I pushed my jeans down, kicked off my shoes, and stepped out of the denim that locked my ankles together. A pair of tighty-whities, struggling mightily to contain my erection, remained. I let Erica do the honours, and peeled my shirt off over my head. 

"Oh my god, Stevie...is that all you?" she giggled, caressing my hard bulge. "This might be more fun than I hoped for," she said, pulling the waistband out, and peeking over the top. She gasped. "Oh...this will definitely be more fun than I thought! Get ready, little kitty," she smiled, "there's a new sheriff in town!" 

I laughed, and she skinned my jockeys down, her mouth agape. Her reaction was very good for my ego, but she wasn't the first to express similar feelings. I don't think I was much longer than most guys, but every woman I had been with had told me that I was much, much thicker. One nicknamed it, calling my dick 'the crippler', after I made her walk funny following sex with me. She even declined a return visit. I hoped Erica wouldn't do the same. 

With my underwear discarded, Erica stared at my cock, as it hung heavily between my legs. She took it in her hand, and stroked it softly, then licked the head, tasting the slippery pre-cum that was oozing out. 

"Mmmmm, yummy," she giggled, and pounced, jamming as much of my cock into her mouth as she could. I was thankful she had a wide mouth, because she swallowed better than half on the first try. It felt amazing 

I watched her gobble my knob, her pretty lips stretched around my thick shaft, while she stared up at me. Her green eyes locked onto mine, and she bobbed her head ardently, swinging her long red hair, and big tits as well. 

I stroked her hair and moaned softly, watching her cheeks hollow as she sucked harder. 

"Oh Hugs honey, you have no idea how long I wished for this moment. I never thought I'd get to feel your mouth on my dick like this. It's incredible," I smiled. She pulled back, extracting my spit soaked shaft from her lips. 

"Yeah, well, if I had known you were carrying this thing around, I might have done this sooner," she giggled, and gulped me down again. She blew me for a few more minutes, then withdrew again to add something. 

"Gig, I would really like to swallow your load, honey, but I'm not sure I can wait for you to fuck me with this monster. If I suck you off, are you going to lose your wood, or can you keep it hard for me?" 

So you want to eat your cake and fuck it too? Well for you, baby, I'll give it my best shot. 

"Go for it," I growled, and she smiled, diving back in. She sucked like a demon. My sister gave one wicked blowjob. That blonde Eddie cheated with had better have a solid gold twat, if he chose her over my buxom sibling. 

Erica might have also been psychic, because she reached up with one hand and guided my own onto the top of her head. I looked into her eyes, and she winked. When my other hand joined the first in her hair, she dropped hers into her lap, and surrendered her mouth for my use. 

It seemed pretty clear she wanted me to fuck her face, and my hips didn't miss a beat, stroking into her drooling maw. Her tongue whirled about inside, teasing my dick to even greater hardness, and she moaned a constant stream of 'mmmm hmmm's, urging me to squirt. 

She wouldn't need to urge me for long. Between the exquisite sensation of her lips and tongue, and the view of her incredibly pretty face swallowing my shaft repeatedly, I was being brought to a boil rapidly. 

"Mmmmm hmmm, that's it Hugs...suck my cock...I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, oh fuck, I'm... gonna... cuuUUUUUUUUMMMMM!" I yelled, emptying my balls into her mouth. I spurted, and spurted, and spurted, while Erica swallowed as quickly as she could, which was just not fast enough. The corners of her mouth began to leak, and twin trails of semen trickled south, dangling obscenely from her chin. 

Once I was spent, she sucked a few more times to keep me hard, and gulped the last of it. She released me, and laid back, spreading wide. Her fingers cleaned up the overflow, as she grinned and moaned a directive. 

"Okay, baby brother...fuck my cunt! Gimme that big fucking cock, right now!" She scooted onto the bed a bit more, making room for me. 

I was eager to do so, and crawled up between her legs, while she grasped my spear with one hand and pointed it at the target. She pulled me in, and rubbed the head between her juicy lips. I pressed in, watching Erica's mouth fly open wide, along with her eyes. She nodded, and I slid deeper, until her hand patted my chest. 

"Oh my fucking god!" she gasped. "Hold it there for a second. Give my poor little pussy a chance to open up." I waited, patiently impatient, until she nodded again. "Okay, I'm ready for more... Go for it." 

Her pussy was very snug, and I pressed further into the warm crevice. Erica grimaced. 

"All the way!" she grunted through clenched teeth. "Gimme all of it!" 

I slammed in, balls deep, and held my position, while she whimpered and panted. 

"It's not the most comfortable sensation," she groaned, "but I know it will get better. It's like losing my virginity again," she smiled. "You're taking my cherry, Gig. Fuck me. Gently please?"

Pulling out of her cunt's heavenly embrace, I expected her to turn inside out, but her juicy lips slid smoothly along my shaft, until I reversed, and plunged back in. 

"How's that?" I asked, watching her face. Her brow furrowed. It was obviously not yet a pleasurable experience. 

"Still hurts, but it's getting better," she said softly. "Keep going." 

I was torn between my concern for her, and my own, selfish desire to keep screwing her luscious body. I perched up on my arms, so I could watch her expression, and continued gently. I stroked into her pussy as smoothly and easily as I could, and her mask of discomfort gradually relaxed, replaced by a smile. 

"Oh, that's much better now, honey," she moaned. "Much better." She smiled, and pulled me down to her, planting a passionate kiss on me. "Make love to me Gig. Show me how you feel about me. Let me feel it." 

"Gladly," I whispered, and kissed her again. I began to thrust into her a little more firmly, but still lovingly. Her body responded, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. 

"Oh shit, Stevie," she hissed, "your cock is incredible. It rubs all the good spots at once." An ecstatic, dreamy look crossed her face. "Oh god, fuck me, honey. Fuck me." 

Happy to be of service, I shifted gears, skewering her deeper and more energetically. Her pussy gripped my shaft tight, and she began to shake in my embrace. 

"Cumming, baby! Donnnnnnnnn't stopppppppp! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck meee!" she groaned, as her body quaked, twisted and shuddered. "Oh god yes! Don't you dare stop! Fuck me harder! Pound my cunt!"

Who knew my sister was such a sex fiend? Then again, who knew I was? Oh, if our parents could see their two eldest children now, I think the dinner conversation would be somewhat strained. But since Mom and Dad weren't here, I decided to ignore that thought, and fuck my sister the way she asked me to. 

I thrashed her, fucking her full bore. My eyes were drawn to her chest, which was wobbling and swaying uncontrollably as her body absorbed my furious assault. Her nipples were no longer stubby, having stood up tall and straight. I saw her eyes roll back, and she came again, but I didn't even slow down as she screeched like a banshee, an unintelligible wail of bliss. I only stopped when she patted my chest again, begging for a break. 

"Oh, honey, I need to catch my breath," she gasped. "Slow down for a few minutes." 

I had a better idea. Unsheathing my shaft from her tight gash, I grabbed her ankles, and spun her onto her tummy. 

"Mmmmm, yes Gig," she giggled, scrambling onto all fours. She dropped her shoulders low, and wiggled her rump in the air. "Your doggy is ready. Mount me." 

My god, her ass looked so perfect in this position. I knelt behind her putting a hand on each hip, while her right hand appeared from between her thighs to direct my cock back into her slippery snatch. It went in easier this time, and she pushed back to impale herself fully. 

"There you are, back where you belong," she smiled, over her shoulder. "Nice and deep."

I love doggy style. I love to watch my cock disappear and reappear, freshly coated with pussy juice, as I plunge in over and over. I love to watch my partner's ass ripple and shake as I plough into her. Most of all, I love the way it makes my balls tingle, and the feeling I get when I cum deep inside. The prospect of my sister being the recipient was especially appealing. 

I fucked her, pulling back on her hips as slammed in, using long, deep strokes. Erica yelped and squealed as I drilled into her, adding to the cacophony of grunts, groans and slapping flesh that filled the apartment. She was cumming, I think, if I read her vocalizations correctly. There was the occasional partial word in there that seemed to indicate she was having an orgasm. Suddenly, her words were crystal clear. 

"Cum in me!" she shrieked. "Cum inside my fucking cunt, you fucking stud! Fill my pussy with hot jizz! I want to feel the heat!" 

She was pushing back into my thrusts as feverishly as I was. Her boobs were swinging freely, smacking against her arms. It was desperate, raucous and urgent. When she tossed her head back, and her long hair landed in a red wave on her back, I grabbed the reigns, and pulled hard. 

"Yessss! YESSSS! YESSSSSSSSS!" she screamed, and shuddered again. 

It was too much for me, and I joined her, spewing hot semen inside her twitching cooze. Her arms gave way under the onslaught, and I crushed her into the mattress, grinding deeper into her pussy while still spilling cum from my dick at an alarming rate. We collapsed into a sweaty heap of tangled arms and legs, both exhausted and panting like beached salmon. It took me a minute to gather enough energy to drag myself off her body, and drop beside her. 

I laid there, catching my breath, looking into the one eye I could see through her tousled locks. That eye was fuzzy and unfocused, finally finding my face. A satisfied smile organized itself on her face. 

"Gig, baby," she breathed, "I think we have a problem." 

"Mmmmm? What's that?" I asked, quietly. 

"Well, that was the most incredible sexual experience of my life," she smiled, "and I have no intention of it being a one time thing. I want you in my bed, and my pussy, forever. I love you, and I want us to be together."

She was right. That was a problem. 

Not from me, of course. I had always loved my sister, and now that the reality of physical love with her had left my fantasies in the dust, I was ready, willing and eager to continue our forbidden relationship. Certainly, while we were living together, no one would be the wiser. She was still a McDonald, while I was a Renner. If she hadn't told anyone I was her brother, our secret was safe. 

But...Mom and Dad weren't blind, or stupid. Eventually, the truth would come out. 

Until then... 

"I love you, too, Erica. I always have, and I want to be with you," I smiled. "I think, until the problem becomes a 'problem'...we should just enjoy ourselves, and be happy. Don't you agree?" 

Erica didn't hesitate. She smiled, and nodded, sweeping the hair out of her face. She kissed me softly, and whispered one word... 

"Absolutely." 

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I plan to spend the next while adding to some existing storylines, which will be welcome news to those who have been asking for new chapters. I plan an eighth and final chapter for Becca and her young man (Telemarketing Turnabout), another for Miranda and Michael (Ms. Walker's Class), and also for Grace and Brian (Goodness Gracious). Christie and John (Love me, Love my Dogs) will also continue, as will Didi and Ken (Exposure Compensation Factor). I would like to wrap things up for Ro and David (When in Rome). I feel like Monica, Karly and Dave (She Hates Me? Not!) has at least one more story to tell. Kelly and Todd (Oh Baby! What a Sitter!) have just begun. Jane, Gary... and Helen (No Accounting for Taste) will return. And of course, Samantha and Alex (On the Train), and Karen and Dan (Just Being Neighbourly) are both just getting started. 




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