7 comments/ 13077 views/ 6 favorites Fight By: CeriseNoire "You're being childish," Mike said to Weslie, as he had many times before. He'd always said it in jest, as part of their usual playful banter, not in the middle of a serious argument like this. Then again, in the tree months since they had started living together, they hadn't had an argument this serious. Maybe she had been a bit stubborn, but he really didn't have to call her childish. Not now. Weslie felt the blood rushing to her face, her temper rising to the surface. "Fuck you," she spat back before turning her back to him and stomping toward the door. Mike froze, taken aback by her uncharacteristic vulgarity; Wes was too much of a language snob to use those words often. He went after her, catching her arm just before she could walk out. He took one more step forward and pushed the door closed. She pulled her arm free of his grasp, then spun around and stared at him, her eyes narrow slits of anger. He looked down at her, his face a mixture of hurt, confusion, and disapproval. "If you would just think about this logically," he said. His calm made her all the more furious. She didn't wait for him to finish his sentence before she attempted to push past him. He didn't budge. She glared at him in frustration and tried again. This time she placed her hand on his chest and tried to shove him out of the way. In one swift move, he grabbed her hand, stepped forward, and pinned her wrist against the wall. Wes tried to peel Mike's fingers off of her with her free hand, but Mike quickly took hold of her other wrist. The fact that he could hold her like this, with just one of his hands, made her wet. More than that, it made her angrier. She felt her heart race; her anger swelled as she struggled to get away. Mike wasn't hurting her, but he was making his strength felt. He pressed the lean mass of his body against hers, looking down into her dark eyes as if trying to will her into surrender. He was so close that she could feel his racing heartbeat. She held his gaze, her body straining to pounce on him. He ignored her obvious anger. He caressed her face, in a way he must have thought soothing. He leaned in for a kiss. Just as his lips connected with hers, Wes opened her mouth and bit down as hard as she could. Mike jumped back, bringing his hand to his lower lip. "Ouch! What's wrong with you?" he asked. He looked at the drop of blood on his finger, reluctant to believe what he saw. Mike was still too close to the door for her to try to leave the apartment, but Wes did seize the opportunity to rush past him and lock herself in the bedroom. It took less than thirty seconds before Mike started banging on the door. "Open the damn door!" he yelled. "Go away!" Wes shouted back. "Let's talk about—" His voice was breaking up. "I have nothing to say." There was silence, and then a slamming door. Wes opened the bedroom door just enough to poke her head out. He was gone. Wes headed to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine. She gulped it down. She poured another glass and chugged it too. Then she poured a third and returned to the bedroom, taking the bottle with her. She let herself slump down on the bed with a heavy sigh. She wanted to cry, but it just wasn't the sort of thing she did. She wished she had told him that she was scared to death of how much his happiness seemed to depend on her. She knew she loved him, but what is that wasn't enough? What if she couldn't love him as much as he adored her? She wanted to tell him that she was afraid she would lose herself and become nothing more than his other half. Or how frightening it was to her that Mike had no doubt they would have a "happily ever after". Instead, when Mike had asked her, yet again, what she was thinking, she had snapped. She had asserted her right to her own private thoughts and mocked his desire to share the core of their beings. She had called it silly romanticism and foolish optimism. Then she'd shut down. Wes had warned Mike during their long online relationship that she had a habit of keeping her feelings bottled up inside, of letting them fester until they rotted everything. She sighed again and emptied her glass before settling into bed, her face buried in the pillow. Damn, it still smells like him, she thought as she pulled the covers over her head. *** Mike walked through the streets with no particular destination. Sometimes he just could not understand his beloved. All he wanted was to know what made her tick, what made her happy, and what occupied her thoughts. He loved her more than anything, so wasn't it natural that he'd show interest in her? Yet every time he tried to find out what was going on behind those gorgeous brown eyes of hers, she would shut him out. He would either be met with her silence, or like today, with venomous words. He had thought that once he moved in with her, things would be perfect, everything he'd dreamed of. Now he felt further from her than ever. He thought back to the day he and Wes had been reunited. She had gone out of her way to show him that she had missed him. She had planned a romantic weekend for them to feast on each other. Well, those were his words; Wes always laughed when he put it that way. Yet, feast he did. Wes was the first woman he had ever tasted, and he had been addicted to her sweet nectar ever since. He could stay between her legs forever. He licked his lips at the thought. Mike knew she was the woman he wanted to marry. He could picture children with a blend of their features, and he could not imagine ever making love to another woman. Wes had been his first, and he intended for her to be his only. He looked at his watch; he'd been out for over an hour. Perhaps Wes had cooled off by now, and they could talk about their issues. She's worth it, he thought before turning back in the direction of the apartment. *** At the apartment, Wes tossed and turned under the covers. She heard a faint salsa tune through her wine-induced fog. Ugh. She would have to change her stupid ringtone one of these days. She thought of ignoring it, but the sound of it was too irritating. "Yes?" she groaned into the receiver. "May I speak with Weslie LaPlume, please?" "Speaking." "Ms. LaPlume, this is Dr. Parsons from Saint Ignatius Regional Hospital. You are listed as Michael Weiss's next of kin, and I would like you to come down here if that's possible." "Wait, what? Why? What's wrong with him?" "Ms. Laplume, I would prefer to speak to you face to face." "Be right there," Wes managed to get out before she flipped the phone closed. *** Wes rushed into the lobby of St. Ignatius. In her haste to get to the reception desk, she almost knocked over an old man wearing a hospital gown, and sitting in a wheelchair. "Sorry, Sir." "Dash OK, doll," the man slurred, "I gots shome purrty red shoes for your footshies." Wes shook her head. The poor man was obviously demented or drugged. Wes rushed over to the reception desk. "Excuse me," she said, "I'm Weslie LaPlume. I'm looking for Dr. Parsons." The homely brunette behind the desk put down the romance novel she was reading, rolled her eyes, and looked up at Weslie. "Dr. Parsons," Wes asked again. "Where is he? He called about Michael Weiss." The woman flipped through a stack of papers with her chubby fingers. She picked up the receiver and paged Dr. Parsons to the front desk. She picked up her book and started reading again, as if Weslie were no longer there. A few moments later, a silver-haired man walked up to Wes and introduced himself. Dr. Parsons had a handsome, angular face, and the fine lines around his eyes only added to his charm. Under different circumstances, Wes would have been tempted to imagine what lay beneath the lab coat and well-cut suit. She noticed that he glanced at her feet a few times as he spoke. By the third time, Wes followed his gaze and understood what Dr. Parsons had been too polite to point out: In her haste to get out of the house and into a taxi, Wes had forgotten to put her shoes on. So, the old man at the front hadn't been completely delusional after all. Well, that wasn't important now. As he led Wes through the halls, Dr. Parsons explained that Mike had been crossing the street when an absent-minded driver hit him. "Mr. Weiss was lucky. He suffered a few cuts and bruises, and a cracked mandible." Weslie nodded. Dr. Parsons stopped as they reached a room which two officers were exiting. One was a hairy, stocky man who seemed quite bored, and the other was a statuesque redhead whose breasts threatened to burst out of the blue uniform. "This is Ms. LaPlume," the doctor said, "She's Mr. Weiss's...?" "Girlfriend," Weslie finished. The shapely officer stepped forward. "Ms. LaPlume, the driver of the vehicle admitted fault, and he has insurance. So it looks like you won't have to worry about medical bills." Wes glared at the buxom redhead. Who on earth would think about money at a time like this? "I don't care." She turned to the doctor. "Can I see him now?" "Go on in. He's probably sleeping though. We gave him something for the pain. We'll be keeping him overnight" Wes entered the room. Mike lay there on the bed, his eyes closed, and his breathing labored. His lower lip was split, right where she had bit him earlier. An ugly indigo bruise marred his tan skin below his right eyes, and there was a red, swollen bump on his jaw. Wes felt as if her heart were being squeezed by an iron vise. It hurt to see him like this, but she didn't cry. Instead she sat next to the bed, and watched the slow rise and fall of his chest, worry etched on her face. She brushed the hair off of his forehead, only to find a large bandage there. She sighed. "Like, you gotta go." Wes looked up to see young blonde, wearing scrubs, carrying a small basin and a sponge. "I got a whole bunch more to do," the woman added, holding up the sponge. Both of Wes's parents had been in the nursing field when she was growing up, so the young woman's lack of manners irritated her. "Kelly," Wes replied after squinting to see the woman's nametag, "I'm not leaving." Kelly rolled her eyes and slammed the basin down on the bedside table. "Whatever, do it yourself then," she said before turning on her heels and leaving. Wes resisted the urge to throw the basin at the girl's swinging ponytail. A few moments later, the Charge Nurse walked into the room. "Excuse me Ma'am; I just received a complaint from one of my staff members. I'd like to know what happened." "Well," Wes answered, "my boyfriend's in a hospital bed, the last things I said to him were beyond ugly, and then the nursing assistant came in and tried to kick me out. I'm sorry if I upset her, but she was just rude." The nurse put her hand on Wes's shoulder. "I'm sorry about your boyfriend. I'm sure he'll be fine. And I'll take care of Kelly. I keep telling the girl to mind her bedside manner." She walked to the door and stopped before exiting the room. "Oh and there's an extra blanket in the closet." She winked at Wes and closed the door behind her. Weslie walked around the bed to the bedside table where the girls had left the basin. She picked up the basin and went to the small bathroom to fill it with warm water from the sink. When she returned, she placed it on the table again and lowered the sheet covering Mike. She reached for the sponge and soaked it in the warm water. She lifted the hospital gown and bathed him, starting at his collarbone. She swept the sponge across his chest, around his nipples, and down the hard plane of his stomach. She wet the sponge again, before turning her attention to his penis. She wrapped the fingers of her left hand gently around the tip. She slid the warm sponge along the length of his shaft, taking care not to apply too much pressure. When she reached the wrinkled skin at the base, she used her delicate fingers to support his balls while she dabbed them with the sponge. She'd expected his cock to flop back down and get in her way, but it did not; it was fully erect. It seemed the drugs hadn't numbed Mike to all sensation. Looking at Mike's perfect cock still glistening from the sponge bath, precum beading at the tip, Wes was compelled to have a taste. She leaned forward and flicked her tongue across his balls, before sucking one, and then the other into her mouth. She licked her way up the underside of the shaft. When she reached the tip, she twirled her tongue around it, before scooping up the precum from the center. Mike moaned from his drug-induced haze. Wes leaned further, until she could let his cock slip between her lips. She sucked on the head, enjoying the familiar taste and feel of his skin. She let her mouth sink until she could feel the tip of his cock tickling her throat. She moaned, and Mike made a sound somewhere between a whimper and a sigh. She cradled his balls in her warm hand, fondling them as her tongue toyed with the swollen head in her mouth. With her other hand, she gripped his shaft, following the up and down of her lips until she felt him twitch. Her mouth sank on his cock again, and just as it reached the tight opening of her throat, Mike came with a faint grunt. Wes tried to swallow it all and held his cock in her mouth as it softened. "The Charge Nurse told me to come in and apolo—" Kelly started as she burst into the room. Her eyes widened and remained stuck on the scene before her. Wes looked up, Mike's cockhead still between her lips. A rivulet of cum dribbled out of the corner of her mouth and down to her chin. She couldn't help but chuckle at the girl standing there with her mouth agape. Wes let Mike's cock slip out of her mouth and licked her lips. She smiled at the nursing assistant. Kelly rolled her eyes and harrumphed unintelligible comments, before tottering out of the room. *** The next morning, Dr. Parsons walked in. "Good morning, Ms. Laplume. Why don't you go for a cup of coffee while I check up on Mr. Weiss? " Weslie did not want to leave Mike's side, but she had barely managed two hours of sleep the previous night. Standing was quite an effort; her muscles were stiff and aching. She kissed Mike's forehead. "I'll be right back," she said before making her way down the hall, and into the elevator to the cafeteria. When Wes returned, Mike was dressed and sitting in a wheelchair. Dr. Parsons flashed his James Bond smile at Wes. "Ms. Laplume, Mr. Weiss is healing well, so I don't see any reason to keep him here any longer. You can take him home. Make sure he gets plenty of rest." "Thank you Doctor." "You're welcome. Now you should know we gave him an analgesic shot, so his jaw will be numb for a while. By the time it wears out, the pain should be minor, but he'll need to stick to soft foods for about a week. And I've written a prescription for acetaminophen which should help with remaining aches and pains. Call me if there is any problem. Oh, and get some rest too Ms. Laplume, I hear you didn't sleep much last night" The doctor winked at Weslie and left. Wes sighed in relief and took Mike's hand. "Ready to go home, Honey?" Mike tried to answer, but all that came out was a garbled sound. Instead, he squeezed Wes's hand in assent. "Good," Wes said as she walked around the chair to grab the handles, "let's go then." *** Once they were back at the apartment, Wes helped Mike into bed. He could walk well enough, but with his bruised ribs Wes thought it best for him to lie down right away. She took a quick shower and threw on a t-shirt before rushing back to Mike's side, not even bothering to towel herself off. Wes sat on the floor next the bed and read to Mike, since he couldn't talk. It wasn't long before Mike fell asleep, yet Wes did not want to step away from him, even for a moment. As she sat there, minutes, then hours drifting by, the near silence became unbearable. Perhaps it was the lack of sleep. Tick-tock, tic-tock, tic-tock, was all she heard besides her lover's quiet breathing. She rested her chin on the bed. "You know," she said to Mike's sleeping form, "I'm really sorry I was so horrible yesterday. I'm so scared. When you look at me with so much love in your eyes that I have to catch my breath, I'm scared I don't deserve it. Every time we have sex and you are amazed at something we try, I wonder how long it will be before you throw my sexual past in my face. Before you ask how many there were before you. What if someday you want to go have you own experiences with other girls?" Mike stirred. Wes looked up, but his eyes were still shut. Wes spoke faster and faster, as if the words she'd kept dammed until now were rushing to come out. If she didn't get it all out now, her heart just might explode. "Mike, do you know the first time you called me your girlfriend, I almost had a panic attack? You believe in romance, and fate, and happy endings, and I look at how imperfect and damaged I am, and I think: I can't be good for you. I—I'm scared I' just can't live up to your idea of a girlfriend. I'm scared I'm not good enough for you." She felt Mike's hand on her face. He lifted her chin, tilting her head up. "We—Weslie," he struggled, "you're ...more than good enough. You were ...perfect for me ...the day we met." He tried to smile. He cringed at the slight pain. He lifted a corner of the blanket, inviting Wes to join him. "I love you... as you are," he said as she settled next to him, "I wouldn't... change you ...for anything." Wes kissed him. There were no words for what she felt. Mike reached under the hem of her shirt and placed a hand on one breast. He kneaded the soft familiar flesh and rolled her nipple between his fingers. He could feel his cock hardening as he listened to Wes's moans. He tried to roll on top of her. He winced; with his ribs as bruised as they were, there was no way he could support his weight above her. "I'm sorry, Honey," he said, "It looks like I'm not up to—" "Don't worry." She got off the bed and rearranged the pillows so that Mike's back and shoulders were propped up comfortably. With him now sitting upright, Wes climbed back into bed and positioned herself between his legs. She placed his cock between her heavy breasts and looked up at him as she worked the supple flesh up and down his shaft. Each time the head peeked up, Wes flicked it with her tongue. Mike gasped. His pleasure made her so wet. "I'm so ready for you," she breathed. She dipped two fingers between her legs. "See?" she asked as she held out her glistening digits. "Uh-huh," was all Mike could manage as he inhaled the fragrant aroma. He sucked her fingers clean and licked his lips. Wes straddled him so that his erection was just at her opening. She sank down little by little; she was afraid sudden movements would be painful for him. When her swollen lips touched his pelvis, she sighed. She leaned forward, so that she could put her hands on the bed and support her weight. She rotated her hips almost imperceptibly, looking out for any sign of discomfort on his face. She rocked her pelvis forward and back, the slow grind of her clit against him sending heat radiating through her body. This was different from the other times they'd had sex. She always saw love and sex as separate entities, and so over the last few months, she had often felt like she was fucking the man she loved. Now it seemed as if she had suddenly gained some abstract understanding of what he had felt since their first night together: they were making love. Mike came, groaning in pleasure. As his heartbeat slowed back to a normal pace, he gazed at his lover. An ecstatic smile graced her lips, and tears rolled from beneath her closed lids. Fight Club He was lying on his parents bed watching Fight Club with his 18 year old sister. He was only a year older than her and they had always been close. They had the same taste in everything. They loved the same music and the same movies. They even had the same friends at school. He had wanted to watch the movie on their widescreen downstairs, but it had been broken since last Thursday. Brenda was the one who suggested they watch it in their parents room since they were both off on business trips. "I've always wanted to fight someone," she admitted as Brad Pitt and Edward Norton began fighting for the first time in the movie. Greg laughed. His sister was 5'2" and probably barely weighed 100 pounds. "You would get your ass kicked as he studied her body. She had a nice ace and great tits, but she wasn't exactly muscly. And he told her so. "I've got more muscle than you'd think," she protested. "I'm wiry. Plus I'm scrappy and I'd totally fight dirty. I think I could win a fight." "Maybe against another girl," he acceded. "But any guy could take you." "Oh really?" she asked. He knew that she was gonna be pissed. Brenda hated when people told her she couldn't do something. "Yep." he taunted her. She was so easy to get riled up. "It's just biology." She sat up and looked at his body pointedly. "Okay Mr. Muscle Man. I bet I could take you." Greg just laughed. A lot of people mistook him for some scrawny wimp, but he was stronger than he looked. "Yeah right." he snorted. Before he could turn back to the movie, Brenda jumped on him. He hadn't expected her attack and she managed to pin him on the bed holding his arms above his head with her knees. She looked down at him smugly. But his eyes were a little bit lower. Her pajama shorts gapped in the crotch and he could see bits of her thong. He swallowed loudly. "Nice view?" she asks joking. Greg blushed hotly. While she was still complacent, he flipped her over. He managed to capture both of her tiny wrists and was holding them above her head in one hand. He looked down at the view of his sexy young sister below him. Her tank top ridden up her body and he could her stomach up to just below her bra. He looked down at her helpless form and couldn't help but notice some things. Her breathing was labored and it caused her chest to heave up and down. He was transfixed by her chest. Without even realizing it, his cock began to harden. Her eyes widened and she looked down to where his hard cock was becoming visible against his pjs. She must be able to feel it. Greg was mortified. He rolled off of his sister refusing to look in her direction. "This is stupid," he lectured her. "Let's just watch the movie." He stares at the tv his mind racing. She obviously felt his arousal. What if she told someone that he had gotten hard because of her. Out of nowhere, Brenda leapt on him again. She sat on his stomach. Greg didn't try to resist. "I'm too tired to play stupid games. Get off Brenda." he tried to push her off gently but she wouldn't budge. She started bouncing up and down on his stomach like they did when the used to play "Horsey". "You're just scared because you know I can take you." she accused him. "I'm serious Brenda, I'm tired let's just watch the movie." By now her wriggling has given him a full on erection but she luckily she couldn't feel it because she was sitting on his stomach. Greg just wanted to get out of the situation with as little embarrassment as possible. Unfortunately, one of his lackluster shoves pushed Brenda back and she felt his cock poking her in the ass. "Fine then," she said pouting. She pushed her ass backwards until his prick was lodged firmly in her crack. She could feel the light pressure against her mound but her body ached for more. "I guess I'll just have to tickle you. He was her brother and she knew all his most ticklish spots. He was writhing against the bed trying to get away from her she clamped her thighs around him. One particular buck of his caused his cock to slip between their bodies. She could feel the outline of it running against her lips. Greg moaned, and immediately looked horrified. His hands began to push at her thighs. "We shouldn't be doing this, it's wrong," his eyes were shut tight. "Do what?" Brenda asked feigning innocence. She abandoned any pretense of play fighting, rocking her hips against him. "We're just rough housing, no big deal." Her fingers still lightly trickled over his chest no longer tickling but caressing. He looked into her eyes and the lustful look she was giving was too much to bear. "I guess we can rough house some more." he sighed, defeated. He grabbed her hips and tentatively began returning her thrusts. He couldn't believe he was grinding against his sister. He couldn't take his eyes off of her face. He watched as she slowly took her tshirt off revealing a plain white bra. Her tits were so fantastic. He tried not to stare at them normally but he was transfixed as they strained against her bra. She brought his one of his hands to her breast and he began to knead. "Oh god," she moaned, "you know just how to tickle me big brother." She reached behind and undid the clasp of her bra as he took off his shirt. Gently he pulled her down till she was lying down on top of him. He grabbed her pert ass and pulled her against him. He needed more contact so he quickly flipped her over and inserted his leg between hers. He could feel her wetness on his thigh and instinctively he thrust his cock trapped tightly against her hip. He began gently building up speed until he was practically ramming her into the headboard. "You like that Brenda? Do you like rough housing?" "Uhhhhh. Oh God! Fuck yeah! Oh Greg! Don't stop! Don't Stop!!!" Her legs tightened around his thigh and he looked down as she squeezed her eyes shut and moaned her orgasm. He was so close to cumming, but he didn't want their wrestling to be over already. He slowed to a stop watching the aftershocks of her orgasm pass through her body. Luckily he knew just how to ensure their little tryst continued. "See? I told you I could take you. I win." He rolled over on his back. Hoping that taunting still worked on his baby sister. "What?" she screeched sitting up. He felt her weight shift and could tell she had gotten off the bed. His heart stopped, had he really upset her? Shit! He better not have fucked things up! He looked over to see his sister slide her pajamas and thong down her hips. His cock twitched. He could see how wet she was. Seeing his smug face and looking at the tent still in his pants, she said, "The score might be one –zero, but the game's only just begun." She had a devilish look in her eye that made him thank God his sister was so competitive. "You won Round One, which was tickling," she informed him. "Aren't you hot Greg?" she asked playfully as she slid his pajamas down past his hips. She giggled when his cock popped free of his waist band. She threw his bottoms on the floor behind her. "What's Round 2 then?" She crawled up his body on all fours, her tight ass sticking up into the air. Her tits were resting gently against his cock. Her mouth formed an "oh" shape. Greg realized happily that his sister was about to suck him off. He was surprised however when he felt her lips on his pelvis just to the right of his cock. "PPPPPFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTT!!" He jumped in surprise. "Round Two is Blowing Raspberries." She was smiling wickedly at him. Maybe challenging his Brenda wasn't such a good idea after all. She could be positively evil when she put her mind to it. He leaned his head back resigned to her teasing. He just hoped that somehow he would get a blowjob out of this. He felt her hand lightly brush up and down his prick. She lifted it and he felt her tongue run along his balls. Holy fuck. He felt the hot warmth of her mouth envelop his balls and she began humming. "HMMmmmmmmm. MMMmmmmm. Mmmmm" Greg had never felt anything like that before. The only other girl to ever have sucked him off didn't go anywhere near his balls. He grabbed fistfuls of the quilt and moaned. "Oh God Brenda! You're such a good sister! I fucking love you. You're making me so happy right now. So fucking happy." He looked up to see his sister raise her head and wink at him. "You must really love raspberries," she giggled, "I just have one more spot to blow a raspberry." She wrapped one of her hands around the base of my cock. She looked like she was studying it. I moaned. Slowly she slid my dick into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the bulbous head of my cock. She slowly began working more and more into her warm mouth. "HHHHHmmmmmmmmmmmmm." She began to hum on my cock. The vibrations shot up my lower back. I moaned again in pleasure. I fought the urge to push her face harder onto my cock. My hips began to move of their own accord matching her thrusts . "God I fucking love you so much. You're the best sister in the world. You're my little queen. You're so perfect. I don't deserve you baby. Hmmmm..." I gently rested one hand on the back of her head and she began sucking on my cock even harder. She was bobbing up and down on his dick like it was her fucking job. He pushed her hair out of the way so he could see where his dick was entering into his sister's mouth. "This is the best...." he hesitated, "raspberry I've ever gotten. Please don't stop I'm so close." That seemed to energize her even more. She relaxed her throat and let his prick engulf her mouth completely. He could feel her nose poking into his pubic hair. Greg's eyes rolled back into his head. No one had ever deepthroated him before. His cock spasmed in his mouth and she pulled back til only the tip was in her mouth. Her hands stroked the rest of his shaft furiously. He groaned load and began pumping his jizz into her mouth. His sister didn't even pause sucking down his load until he was completely spent. She gently cleaned off the rest of his cock with her tongue. "I think it's safe to say I won that round." Greg couldn't even form words. "Mmm hmm." he agreed. She curled up against his body and he reach down and hitched her leg up so he could feel her dripping pussy against his hip. He absentmindedly began to flick at her nipple. He was so fascinated by her lush body that he couldn't help but touch her. His gentle strokes began to affect Brenda. Her hips started moving slowly against his hip, rocking back and forth. She reached down and gently rubbed his cock again. He felt the blood rushing to meet her touch and he sighed. "You know," he began, "I won the first round, and you won the second round. That makes us tied." "Well that's just unacceptable. I always win." He turned her over on her back. Looking at her he slipped his finger into her mouth. "Round Three." he stated, not asking her for permission. Gently he eased his finger into her slit. Her hips thrust upwards bringing his digit deeper into her. She moaned. "Wet willy." he explained. "More." she demanded. He added a second finger and slowly increased his thrusting. He leaned down and gently ran a finger around her clit. Her hips jerked and he had to hold her down with one hand to steady her. He wrapped his lips around her bud and sucked as he continued to pound his fingers into her pussy. "Oh my GOD!" she screamed. "Keep sucking. Suck me, suck me suck me!" He increased the suction and abandoned all gentleness. He had barely fit a third finger into her hole when he felt her clamp down tightly on him. Her hips undulated as her orgasm rolled through her. Her juices flooded his mouth and fingers but he didn't even pause until her thighs relaxed. He gently petted the outside of her lips, letting her come down slowly from her earth shattering orgasm. He licked up all her juices and gave her clit a chaste kiss before moving up to place a kiss on her mouth. "You taste amazing." he told her when their lips parted. "My kiss or my pussy?" she asked wryly. "Both." he bent down and nipped at her neck. "You're too sweet, Greg." His cock had gotten rock hard again while he ate his sister out. And he rolled on top of her as he gently kissed and sucked her neck. Her whimpers egged him on and he nipped at her earlobe. He hadn't even thought about fucking her for real until he felt the tip of his cock brush against her pussy lips. He worked her up into a frenzy kissing her whole body sensually until he could feel her body thrum with desire. He moved his hips until he could feel his cock brush against her pussy again. He moaned. He hoped she would be so full of lust that she would acquiesce. He wanted to thrust into her so badly. He reached down and grabbed his cock. He rubbed the tip up and down her pussy and clit. "Please?" his whole being pleaded with her to let him. "Alright." she agreed, "You can fuck your little sister if you really want to." "Of course I want to," he told her, "You are the sexiest woman I've ever seen." He could feel her juices running along the tip of his cock and he knew that she was ready for him to enter her. With trembling hands he guided his cock into her snatch until just his head was engulfed. He was scared to hurt her so he worked slowly pushing into her centimeter by centimeter. "Fuck this." she snapped. She yanked his butt towards her until she engulfed his entire cock. "Fuck me hard. I don't want any pansy shit." Her taunt was enough to send her into a frenzy. With a cry he pulled back and slammed back into her. He lifted her leg onto his shoulder so he could get better leverage and began pistoning in and out of her. "You want to be fucked hard?" he asked. He slammed into her again, causing her to moan. She reached down and began to play with her clit. He controlled the pace of their fucking and continued to pump into her pussy. Brenda rubbed her clit even faster. This was going to be a quick fuck and she needed to cum again with her brother inside of her. His pleasure was too primal for words. With a loud cry, Greg arched his back and thrust into her pussy burying his cock all the way in her. His fingers dug into her hips as he shot rope after rope of cum into his sister. He could feel her pussy walls squeezing his cock and her cries joined him as they came together. Greg collapsed on top of her, still engulfed in her warmth. "Too heavy." she told him, pushing him off of her. Their disconnection left them both feeling empty. They lay there for a while catching their breath. They were still cuddling when they realized their parents would be home any minute. Greg bent down and kissed her gently. "Thank you," he said sincerely. "For what" she asked as she flounced down the hall to her room. "We were just rough housing. There's nothing wrong with that." Fight Club Kat waited impatiently for Kitty to show up. They had been best friends now for going on 10 years, Kat being 47, and Kitty 51. To-night they were going out clubbing, but not the usual clubbing they would normally do, this one was initiated by a friend, an online friend. Kat met Steve inline, and quickly became friends, well more like cyber lovers. He was different than the other guys on line, wanting to know her, feeding her fantasies, as opposed to just talking dirty and getting themselves off. Kat had told him over the course of the first week; how her husband and she had started her fucking black me, a fantasy of his for yrs. She finally conceded and she loved it. Keith was not large cock wise, but Kat was always happy, and finally she conceded, thinking it would be one time. By the time she had met Steve, she had a fulltime black lover whom Keith and her would visit, Keith loved to watch and jerk off, as well as the times they went out and picked up new guys. Kat took her time telling Kitty about it, and when she did, Kitty was shocked, saying it was unthinkable. But soon, her marriage being a very boring one, she fantasized about fucking a younger black man too. Soon Kat arranged for Kitty to hook up with one of her first black cock, and Kitty was transformed. About 2 weeks after meeting Steve. Kat e-mailed him, telling him before anyone else, she had just fulfilled a fantasy, she was gangbanged by her lover and 5 of his friends. Something they had talked about for 4 days, not sure if she could do it. She was in heaven. She told Steve to contact Kitty, they had never met, and to try and see if she would flirt online. Soon they were chatting, and flirting, when Kitty told Steve how she too loved to be fucked by BBC, but she still would not do certain things. Steve asked what, and she said anal sex was definitely out of the question. Steve told her it was not so bad, and done right she would love it. Steve even suggested that when she did it for first time, to invite Kat, her best friend. Well that started a whole new twist to the relationship; Kat and Kitty became lovers as well as best friends. Steve started suggesting dares to make everything interesting, Kat and Kitty met Keith for lunch, and Kitty went down on her best friend's husband, in his Escalade. One day Steve told Kat, he had an interesting dare for her and Kitty. Kat was excited, she even mentioned Keith was enjoying the dares he had for her and wanted to talk with him. Steve said that could wait. Friday night, he wanted them to go to a club, a special club. It was ladies night, and there would be some entertainment he thought they would enjoy, and afterwards, he was sure it would lead to a sexy night and when Kat and Kitty got back to Kat's house, Kieth would be excited to hear all about it. Kat could hardly wait, and now the night was here. Kitty was coming over to dress up at Kat's house, so her husband would not suspect anything. They dressed up for sex, both wearing very revealing clothes, Kats smallish boy tits, in a yellow summer dress, Kitty's large breasts just about spilling out of her cocktail gown. Both women looked good enough to eat, and they both hoped that was just the foreplay. Steve had told them to go to Chances, a bar across the city, far enough away from where they lived. When they got there, there was a line up, women waiting to get in. They did not think anything of it, as it was ladies nigh.t There was lots of women, some in suits, some in dresses, some attractive and some butchy looking. They got in line, and soon it moved forward. Once inside they noticed that there were different areas, 2 dance bars, a lounge and then a special entertainment room. Steve had told her to purchase the special entertainment tickets, for a table in the front row. Kat had done so online to make sure they got them. When they entered the room, they were surprised to see a ring, similar to those used at boxing or wrestling matches. They took their seats and waited for the place to fill up and the show to begin, both a little apprehensive. How many women would go to ladies night, and watch fights they wondered? Well the answer came quickly as the place filled up rapidly, not a seat left with in ½ an hour. Waitresses in sexy outfits, in fact so small, that they may as well not wore anything, taking drink orders, Kat ordered Mimosa's for both of them. The other two ladies at their table were seemed to be good friends, and both were gorgeous although one was about 15 years older than the other. In fact they seemed closer than good friends, and when Jenn, the younger one, leaned over and kissed Kate, both Kat and Kitty were a little shocked. Noticing the surprise, Kate asked them if they had ever been here before, and Kitty said no, and The 2 women smiled and chuckled. Jenn told them it was a lesbian bar, and both women's jaws dropped. Steve had set them up. No wonder he said Kieth would be excited to hear the story, what man wouldn't. Kat looked around, and sure enough, women were touching, kissing, some getting comfortable, taking their jackets off, and showing some definite cleavage to all that would look. Kat and Kitty soon relaxed, and although were new to bi, this was a little out there but seemed like an interesting and fun place to explore. As the four women talked and got to know each other, music started, an Emcee came into the ring, and introduced the first match. 2 women came into the ring. Scantily clad. They were definitely amateurs, and the clothes came off easily. 3 more fights, 4 more drinks, the evening was fun. Kate told them during the intermission, the headline fight would be hot, and sure enough when they introduced the fighters, you could sense the difference in atmosphere. The first fighter introduced was a beautiful brunette, Looked like Theresa Russell, not quite amazonesque, but tall, probably about 150Lbs, the second one, Like Bridgette Nielson, taller, well built, short hair, almost dyke like, yet sexy. The fight started, and the taller one was definitely a strong bitch. She grabbed the brunette by the hair tossing her on to the canvas. She reached down to lift her up., and the t-shirt ripped off, exposing her tits for all to cheer. It was amazing to see and hear the women in the audience become animalistic, wanting to see this. Both Kat and Kit got right into it, cheering the fight on as if they had been doing it for yrs. The wrestler with her tits exposed was in trouble and the other one appeared to bit one of them, The brunette let out a yell, and what they thought was staged was not, they could see the teeth mark in her breast, sitting right up front. Her tits started to turn purple from the bite. You could see the anger in her eyes, and she reached up, grabbed what she could of the other woman's hair and flung her to the side. She stomped over, grabbed the woman's top and with a yank it too was gone. She wrestled the other one down, and grabbed her tits and twisted for all she was worth, causing the other lady to slam her fists into the canvas. Damn, Kat was getting excited and she looked to see how this was affecting the others, and sure enough everyone was totally engrossed in it, two topless women fighting for real. The brunette got the other one in a headlock, and looking down; she spit into the others mouth, causing a round of applause from the audience. Kitty started to jump up and down, urging the wrestlers on. The wrestler on the bottom, managed to get her hand in between the others legs, and she grabbed the others ass, pulling the shorts down, exposing her ass and hairless cunt to all. Not to be outdone, the brunette released her headlock, and went for the others pants too. Soon both were naked. The butch one had hair around her lips, a total contrast with the brunette. Now naked they lunged at each other, scratching, leaving welts. Both had bit the other tits and ass, leaving marks that normally would have disgusted Kat and Kitty, but now both were visibly excited and they noticed that it was not lost on Jenn and Kate. Both were flushed. As the fight progressed, the women ended up, end to end, in a 69, and with a scissor lock around each other's heads, they started to lap each other, licking the others cunts as a room full of other women watched and cheered. They each licked the other, using their fingers to fuck the other, and soon it progressed to eating the others assholes. The girls had never in their wildest imaginations expect this. Both would be grateful to Steve and make sure he had a good time Monday morning on line. Soon both wrestlers had a climax right on stage as the women cheered them on, both fucking the others face. Licking up the cunt juice form the others thighs and asses. When it was over, the four women talked and made plans to meet the next week, for lunch and maybe more. They all left it open. Just as Kate and Jenn got up to leave, one of the waitresses came by and handed a paper to Kat, it was an invitation to go backstage and meet the wrestlers. Kat looked at Kitty, and with a smile, thought what the hell, let's go. When they got back there the two women wrestlers both appeared to have showered, and were having a drink, laughing and comparing bite marks. The taller one came up to Kat and said hi, we noticed you 2 newcomers to the show, and we hoped you enjoyed it. Kat blushing said immensely. The brunette grabbed Kitty and led her to a couch away from the other two. She asked Kat if they were new to the scene and Kat, told her very new, thanks to a certain male friend. The wrestler smiled, told her she was sure she would enjoy it, and with that kissed her. The woman tasted of Booze and cigar, startling Kat, and she was led to another room. But that is a different story for another day...