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Lisa

By: kobalt.9



We decided to meet in San Francisco. It was close to where we both lived. Closer to her actually, but that didn't bother me. 

The restaurant she choose was a busy one. It was near the hotel and chosen at random. It didn't feel random though. The restaurant seemed calculated, like a stage or a movie set. All the people there could have easily been extras. 

I arrived first, and was rather shocked at the frantic atmosphere. The noise wasn't really unpleasant though, it gave me a sense of anonymity at least. It was easy to feel obscure among the rattle of conversations nearby. After today, I would no longer be an anonymous voice on the phone, or a picture in an email. After today my obscurity would be shattered. 

I took a table near the back and waited. I began having doubts about the prudence of our meeting. She was already 10 minutes late, and I was sure she had decided to stand me up. I had just stood up to leave when I saw a waiter walking her toward my table. Her nervous half-smile immediately drowned out all the conversations going on around me; it quieted all my misgivings.

We sat facing one another, with neither of us speaking. The small talk portion of my brain had shut down completely, I was drowning. She just continued staring directly at me, impervious to the silence. It almost seemed as if she were enjoying my discomfort. But she soon relieved the tension. She reached across the small table, rested her hand on my arm, and told me to relax.

"Timothy, breathe," she said.

"Yes, of course," I stammered. "I had just for a minute there forgot myself. Well, not who I am, I mean. I just couldn't remember what it was I was talking about, you know?" 

She laughed at this, "Oh? Funny, I didn't realize you were talking about anything at all. What, with the fact that you have been completely silent since I sat down and all!" Her ironic smile was charming in despite of her teasing remarks., or maybe because of them. She was glowing with mischief.

By the time the drinks arrived I had loosened up some. We began talking more freely, about every small thing we could think of. We talked about books, about music, about the cathedral down the street that we both felt conveyed a sense of secrecy. That's what our conversation seemed to contain, a sense of secrecy. It didn't feel like we were concealing anything, really. It just felt like an outside observer couldn't possibly have any clue what we were talking about, like we were speaking another language. We felt removed from the other people in the room.

"Are you ready to leave?" She asked, already leaning toward the exit.

"Well, okay." I hesitated, not wanting to reenter the world so quickly. I had the strangest thought, just then, that I would never be able to recapture this moment again. I felt as if I would never again hold her attention in the same manner. 

"Good, where to next?" Her tone was still playful, but it had changed. Her arched eye-brow indicated a carnality that wasn't there before. 

As we were walking away from the restaurant, toward the hotel, her hips were swaying slightly. Her arm was locked around mine, and for the first time she had stopped looking at me. Neither of us had used the word sex, afraid this moment would turn vulgar maybe. But the word was there, in her walk, in flushed faced, in her sudden inability to meet my gaze. She was being careful, not realizing that she was incapable of vulgarity; that it simply wasn't in her nature.

"Here we are!" It was the stupidest thing I could have said at the moment, but it was what I could think of. "I mean in the room, you know? I just...why don't we sit down?" I continued, after an uncomfortable pause.

"I don't want to have sex with you!" Her hurried tone startled me. 

"Okay." I said, "should we sit down anyway?"

She laughed, "I just mean that I decided I don't want you have that idea of me."

"What idea?"

"That I am common." She explained. "I don't want you to think I am common. I love the way you look at me. If that changed I don't think I could recover." Now I could feel her gaze on me, again. But this time there was an immediacy, an urgency in her stare. "In fact, you can't even leave! You will stay in this hotel and continue looking at me until we both die of old age!" She rushed toward the door and dead bolted it, smiling mischievously once again.

"Okay," I said, "so we are going to sit down then?" 

"Stop trying so hard to be clever," she said, "try something else. Try kissing me, you haven't tried that yet. That isn't common, you know? If you think I am common for wanting to kiss you then you can't be helped." 

Before I could lean in to kiss her, she began removing her clothes. She wasn't trying to be sexy, she acted as if she were merely getting ready for bed, or for a bath. She undressed in a very clinical, efficient way, as if no one were watching. It stopped me dead, I was completely immersed. The intimacy of the act startled me. 

I stood there with my clothes on, watching her undress and lie down on the bed. Her clothes were off, but I felt like I was the one who was vulnerable. She had the ability to voice her misgivings, whereas I could barely begin to name mine. There was intimacy, yes, but there was something else I had no name for. A vague fear, the knowledge that this moment too, like the one in the restaurant, had an expiration date.

I stood above her wearing a starched shirt, a tie, slacks. The armor was useless. It was her turn to watch me now. 

"Strip for me." she said, in a playfully commanding tone.

I clumsily tried to take off my clothes in a sexy, rehearsed fashion; all slow and suggestive. It was a joke, I even fell once trying to take of my slacks. She looked on, both sympathetic and amused.

"You're so afraid, Timothy." She finally said. "Come here." She held her arms open.

"I thought you didn't want to have sex?" I replied, moving myself into her arms. 

"I don't," she said, "I want to torture you a little."

"Just a little?" I said, trying to feign surprise.

"Timothy," she finally said, "I want to make love." Her eyes appeared to darken, then. Her grasp, slack before, had now tightened. I could feel her entire body become tense, next to mine.

And then the moment was over. It ended for me right then. I had to reenter the world.

Lisa



I went to Mike Jr.'s graduation last week and spent the evening with his mother and father. I had been a friend of their family for many years and I asked them if they would let me tell Lisa's story. They agreed as long as I changed the names and never told anyone who she really was. I agreed. She is 20 now and doing very well. She and her sister are now at NYU and will graduate in two years. 

This story is true and is exactly as it happened. Mike and Janet gave me the details and here they are for you.

Thanks again to angel-love for her editing and support.

You never expect that it could happen to you. This is your child, your precious heritage and your purpose for living. How could this child who embodies all that you believe precious in this world be sick? She was so happy and healthy and full of life. This must be a mistake: someone made a colossal mistake.

"Are you sure Doctor? Can't there be some mistake? How can Lisa be so sick when Lorrie is fine? They're twins for God's sake. There must be some mistake."

I was fighting against the truth with all my being. This was my precious child and I wouldn't let anything be wrong with her. That what my job as her father, I had to protect her against this evil. I tried again.

"Lisa and Lorrie are both fine. You just made a mistake in the testing, isn't that possible? She just has some flu symptoms: fever, tired and just feeling nasty. Some aches and pains, but that's all. Just the flu."

"I'm very sorry Mr. Allen but no, there is no mistake. Lisa has Leukemia. All of her symptoms pointed to it and her blood tests confirmed it. It's the type of cancer most common to children and is called ALL, childhood acute lymphoblastic leukemia. With this disease, the body makes too many white cells and they displace the red cells that she needs to function. These white cells are not very effective at fighting diseases either so she is going to be prone to other infections. But, it is very early in the course of the disease. We have plenty of time to begin treatments and time to find the right one for her. We'll begin immediately with your permission."

I looked to Janet, my wife and Lisa's mother for support. She was sitting there, stunned and speechless. She had tears in her eyes and she was gasping for breath. I immediately stood and went to her. She looked up as I went to my knees to take her in my arms. 

"What is he saying Mike? What is he telling us? I can't take this: it's too much for me to take. Please, tell me it's not true. Please."

She broke down in my arms as I held her. I just let her cry as I tried to fight off tears of my own. I had to get a grip on myself and take control. The Doctor made no comment and he let us find our own way back. This was probably all too common to him and it never got any easier for him to do.

Finally, as we struggled to find some way to function I asked, "What do we do first Doctor? Where do we start to save my little girl?"

For the next hour or so we talked with the doctor to make plans to begin treatment and to try to find the best course of action. Janet finally calmed down enough to take part in the discussions and we left later with some degree of calm. We both needed to be at home with our children right now. 

As time passed, we began treatments with our Lisa and things seemed to be getting better for a while. They began with combination chemotherapy that made her very sick but seemed to cause the disease to go into remission. She had to continue with the treatments but the frequency was fairly far apart so Lisa could do well for long periods of time. She went to school and was able to participate in her normal activities. We began to have some hope that the disease could be kept in remission while they worked on cures more likely to work. This was our life for the next two years. 

It was sometime in the third year that the routine lab tests indicated a return of the high white cell levels and we were told that the disease had begun again to affect Lisa. New treatments were used and none seemed to have any effect. We tried radiation and intrathecal chemotherapy without much success. Things were getting desperate.

We discussed our options with several doctors and we visited a large cancer specialization center in New York to investigate new treatments. One thing that kept coming up was the possibility of a bone marrow transplant. We had considered that before but the disease had been in remission so we had discounted the need. Now it was again time to consider it.

There were two different types of transplant that we could consider: autologus or allogeneic. Autologus was using Lisa's own blood cells, packed and frozen, taken before killing her marrow with radiation, or allogeneic which was using a donor's cells or marrow. All of the doctors recommended allogeneic since the chance of a recurrence of ALL with autologus transplantation was a significant possibility. 

Janet and I were sitting in the Doctor's office one afternoon talking about the process of transplantation when I decided to ask some questions. I wanted to know who the best candidate was likely to be. I suggested that I would be willing to be a candidate to spare my daughter Lorrie the pain of the extraction process.

The Doctor had always treated us with respect and as knowledgeable parents and he made no exception this time. He gave us the answers we needed to make a decision.

"Since Lisa is a twin to Lorrie even though they are not identical, it is very possible that Lorrie will be a perfect match for Lisa. Siblings are always the best chance for a successful match. Parents generally are not a match since only half of their DNA is present in the offspring. But, in your case Mike, since you are not her biological father, there was a possibility that you could be a donor. I checked your blood type however and it is not likely that you would qualify."

He continued to talk about possibilities and other matters but all I heard was a roaring in my ears that sounded like a tornado. I had heard the words but they were not possible. I couldn't have heard what I thought I heard, could I? Not her biological father? I couldn't grasp it then. I sat there as the roaring began to subside and his words again began to register on my consciousness.

"... so we need to begin as soon as we can. Can you have Lorrie come in today or tomorrow so we can begin the tissue typing process? Is that OK?"

I looked over at Janet but she was looking straight ahead at the Doctor. Her lips were pressed together and her fists were clenched on her knees and she refused to look at me. She was shaking her head indicating that she would have Lorrie come in. She finally said to the Doctor,

"Yes, that's OK with us. We'll talk to Lorrie and have her come in for the testing. How soon will you know once the tests are over?"

"I should know within a week or less. Most of the HLA results, that's human antigen testing, are quick so we will get a preliminary result within a few days. I'll make the arrangements for the tests so just let me know when you bring Lorrie in."

"That's fine doctor. We'll let you know. Thank you." 

Janet rose from her chair and with a look at me, turned to walk out of the office. I sat there for a minute to get myself under control and than looked up at the Doctor. He was watching me intently and as I rose, he said, "You didn't know did you?"

I knew what he meant and I shook my head no. I couldn't look at him just then.

"I'm so very sorry. I assumed that you knew and that the twins were adopted or that you and Janet had married after the twins were born. I should have talked to you separately or at least have been more sensitive. Again, I'm sorry but you can't let it interfere with our treatment plans for Lisa. Are we agreed on that?"

"Absolutely. Lisa comes first. Thanks Doc."

With that I went out to find my wife. My wife of 17 years. My wife whom I trusted with my whole being and who had betrayed me. I had no idea of what I was going to say or do, but I had no choice but to put my daughter first. She may not be mine, biologically, but she was my daughter and I loved her. 

Janet was standing in the lobby of the doctor's office waiting for me. She watched me come toward her with a look of fear on her face. I walked past her and headed out the door for the car. I didn't want to talk to her just yet. I had too much information already and I was in overload. I just walked, not caring whether she followed me or not.

I slid into the car and started the engine. Just as I put the car in gear, Janet pulled the door open and slid in. She put her seatbelt on as I pulled away from the parking lot and drove home to our neat little cottage house in a nice part of town. A typical middle class bungalow with a typical middle class yard on a typical middle class street. We had the typical middle class family of three kids and a dog and a cat. I worked five days a week at an 8-4:30 job with an average salary and a mortgage. We had two cars, a Ford for me and a Chrysler minivan for her. And I had a typical middle class wife who had cheated on me at least once 13 years ago. How much more typical could it be?

Janet wisely said nothing during the ride home. I looked straight ahead at the traffic and kept both hands tightly clamped onto the steering wheel. It took 25 uncomfortable minutes to get home and by that time I was numb. I pulled into our drive and just sat in the car as Janet got out and went into the house. I wanted to be alone and I wanted to punch someone. I wanted to scream and rant and rave and generally raise hell, but at the same time, I was so sad that I wanted to cry. The tears came first, followed by the uncontrollable sobbing that made my chest hurt and my throat clench. The agony was incredible, but it finally passed. I sat there exhausted and sick. 

I finally pulled myself together and went in to face the family. Janet had started dinner and the two girls were helping her. I went past them in search of our son, Mike Jr. He was 15 now, two years older than the twins and I always thought he favored me, but now I wasn't so sure. Was he even mine? I found him upstairs in his room playing video games. I went in to talk to him about Lisa.

I had always tried to treat Mike as a grownup and we had always discussed his role as protector for his sisters. He took it seriously and I knew that he needed to know the truth. We talked together for some time and he accepted the need for the transplant. He had done some research on his own on line and was certain that this was the best way for her to get better. Mike talked a good game but he was scared for his sisters. There was no hiding that from me and he didn't bother to try. We had a good man-to-man session and I left feeling better. 

We spent an uncomfortable evening together: dinner and later with some TV. It was a school night so the kids were all in for the night but I knew that they could sense something not right. They probably assumed it was the upcoming testing that we had discussed with the girls at dinner. Lorrie was fine with it and wanted to start right away. Lisa was becoming more and more tired and it was hard for her just to stay up with the rest of us. Mike was trying to be cool but he worried about Lisa. It was a hard time for all of us, especially me. After spending some time downstairs with us, the girls decided to head up to bed. I hugged both of them goodnight and watched them go hand in hand up the stairs. I was so proud of them. They were mine, regardless of what their mother had done. 

By 10:00, the girls were in bed and Mike Jr. had gone up to his room for the evening. He had his own TV and his games so he was content to stay there till bedtime. That left Janet and me alone for the first time that evening. I went into the kitchen for a beer and sat down at the kitchen table. I couldn't stay in the same room with her without becoming angry. But, it was not going to work as Janet came into the kitchen with a determined look on her face.

"We have to talk about this Mike. I have to tell you what happened and I want you to listen to me. You have to let me explain before you go off half cocked." 

"Before you even start, tell me this. Is Mike Jr. my son? Are any of our children really mine?"

"Of course Mike Jr. is your son. How can you even ask me that?"

"You're kidding, right? How can I ask you that? I just found out that the girls aren't mine and you wonder how I could ask you about Mike Jr.? What are you, stupid as well as a cheating slut?"

Janet looked as though I had just slapped her across the face. What did she expect? Did she think that I was so dumb that I couldn't figure out what the Doctor had told me? Did she think that she could just say that he was mistaken? It was so funny; I almost laughed out loud.

"We have been married for 17 years and we have three children. I just found out for the first time today that two of our three children aren't mine. You fucked someone else 13 years ago and you want me to think that somehow I shouldn't question you about Mike Jr.?"

"It wasn't like that. You don't understand. It was a mistake and it happened during that time about two years after Mike was born when you and I were not getting along. We were fighting about money and me going back to work and you got so angry all the time and you finally walked out on me. You and I had a fight about something and I was angry and I yelled at you and called you a loser. You were hurt and you packed a bag and left me. You had done it before but you always came home later the same day. This time, you wouldn't even tell me where you went and you wouldn't call me or talk to me and I was going crazy worrying about you. You remember?"

"Yeah, I remember. I was angry and hurt and I went to a motel and locked myself in the room for three days. I was scared to death that we were in trouble. I needed the time to think of what I was going to do to try to save our marriage. But in those three days, you forgot all about our marriage and me, and you went out and fucked some guy. Way to go. You must have really been going crazy worrying about whether I would find out how much of a slut you really were."

"You have to listen! It wasn't like that. I was crazy with worry and Paula and Ted came and got me and took me to their place. They were worried I would do something stupid if I stayed alone. That's where I was."

"I don't care where you were. All I know is that you found time to fuck someone someplace. What else is there?"

"That's not what happened. I'm going to tell you what happened whether you want to hear it or not. I should have told you before this but I hoped I would never have to."

With that, she stood up and began to pace around the kitchen. She would look at me as she talked and then she would consider her words before she continued. The story was as follows.

"I went to their place and Paula and Ted and I talked most of that first night. Paula listened to me and tried to calm me down and I was so exhausted from worrying that I finally fell asleep on the couch. I slept there that night and the next night. On the third day, the day before you finally called me, I was still there but Paula had gone to work. Ted and I were alone and he gave me a beer and we talked. He was being so supportive and I felt safe with him. Before I knew it, I had drunk five or six beers and I was pretty tipsy. Then Ted decided to teach me to drink shooters with a chaser, that's what he called it. We sat there drinking whiskey with beer chasers and I was completely wasted. So wasted that I passed out. Ted picked me up and carried me up to the bedroom and put me down on the bed. I was so drunk that I think I was still asleep as he put me down. I don't really remember much but I woke up once with Ted fucking me." 

"He raped me while I was drunk and I wasn't even awake for most of it. When I did wake up, I screamed and tried to push him off of me but he was too strong. He grabbed both of my hands and he held them over my head while he raped me. He continued until he was done and then he rolled off me and laughed. He said I was a good fuck and to call him if I wanted him again. I was still drunk but I remember running to the bathroom and locking myself in. He finally left the room laughing at me and threatening me if I told Paula, and I ran out and drove home. I stayed there and showered three or four times to wash him off of me but I couldn't stop crying. I was miserable and I had no way to find you or talk to you."

Janet finally stopped and I could see the tears and the pain in her face as she finished. She wouldn't look at me and now I began to understand the shame and the humiliation that she had hidden all of these years. 

"Why would you have tried to hide that all of these years? Why didn't you tell me this when it happened? Didn't you know when you became pregnant that he was the father? What did you think would happen when I found out?"

"I hoped you would never find out and to be honest, you came home the next day and we made love that night and every night for the next week. I wasn't sure when I got pregnant that you weren't the father. I just prayed that you were and that it would never come up. You have to know that I never cheated on you with anyone else and that I didn't cheat that time. I was raped! So help me God!"

"I do believe you but I wish you had trusted me enough to tell me. I would never have blamed you. You have to know that."

"But I couldn't know that. You had just walked out on me and our marriage was in a mess. We were fighting all the time then. I didn't want anything to interfere with us then. I hoped being pregnant would help us to find our way again. And anyway, Ted and Paula divorced and Ted moved away just a couple of months later, so I never had to face him again."

I searched my heart and I found no reason to doubt Janet's story. There had never been any signs over the last 13 years that Janet was unfaithful and we were as strong together as we had even been. She was a wonderful mother and a great wife and our life together was good. She had made no effort to deny anything and she told me as soon as she knew that I had found out. Janet and I worked on things and we finally got back to the place we were in before that revelation in the Doctor's office. I was so concerned about Lisa that I never thought much about it again. I did have Mike Jr. tested just to be sure right after we talked. You know what they say: trust but verify. I had to do it just to reassure myself that Janet could be trusted.

Lisa is fine now and she and Lorrie just turned 18. They have enrolled in the local Junior College. Their grades were OK but not good enough to get into the schools they wanted. A year or two might give them some advantage later. While I was proud of all my children I was especially proud of Mike Jr. He's in college and is studying to be an electrical engineer. He is smart and he's on the Dean's list. He is my son, after all.



Lisa



Lisa

6-1-07

I've known Lisa since my wife and I started dating in college. At that time Lisa was all of thirteen or fourteen years and was filed to the category of "my girlfriend's little sister" in my mind for years. Cute, but harmless. As I watched her grow older though I watched her grow in more ways then one. By the time she graduated high school track and soccer had turned Lisa into an athletic, beautiful girl who still enjoyed wrestling with her siblings from time to time and sneaking drinks from her parents bar.

A few years later, after college and her first real job as a teacher, Lisa evolved further into a vibrant, witty, and exceedingly sexy young woman. She stood at a perfect height, long blonde hair, crystal blue eyes and a quirky ever present half smile/smirk that I savored receiving. She still was very athletic but due to her job she didn't have quite as much free time as she did in the past, so her curves had smoothed out in a pleasing manner. She still lived with her mom, but I didn't hold that against her.

I always enjoy any time I get to spend with Lisa at family gatherings or events. I try very hard to not let my gaze linger too long on her, but at times it is very hard not to stare from across the room as she struts about in a skirt, or comes home from working out and heads up stairs for a shower. There has been many a night that as I made love to my wife I've imagined Lisa pinned to the table below me, Lisa's hot skin pressed against my chest as I stroke deeply into her, Lisa's nipple in my mouth, Lisa moaning in my ear.

At a recent New Years Eve get together at my mother's house the whole family and extended family was gathered for the standard fare of food, booze, and fun. (Her family really gets into holidays, there have been many a night that has ended with people crashed on couches and stacked two or three to a bed when they wake up the next day.) My wife and I arrived a bit late since we live no where close to her mother's and the weather was not all that great, but quickly joined in the revelry.

I saw Lisa soon after arriving and made my way over to where she and her boyfriend were standing talking to some cousin or other. She looked absolutely stunning and I was instantly envious of her boyfriend, as usual. Lisa was wearing a cute fuzzy white sweater that hugged her form in a most alluring way, a very conservative yet somehow sexy long skirt that went down below her knees and some black short heels that gave enough lift to shape her calves and show off her painted nails. (She has cute feet, so sue me.)

We chatted for a while about nothing, the four of us. Periodically one of us would head off and grab some refills on drinks for the others, or get pulled into another conversation with another group. For most of the night Lisa and I ended up dispersing and reuniting at seemingly random points in the party. I noticed, not without a small, well very small, bit of guilt that as the evening wore on and the drinks poured she became more animated, more touchy, and was want to lean in to talk in my ear as opposed to just talking louder when we had problems hearing. Of course I did not enjoy this since each time she leaned in she inevitably pressed her ample breast against my arm.

Around eleven we had managed to meet up again in a group talking about computers. Since I am an engineer by trade everyone of course assumes I am also a computer expert so I faced a small circle of alcohol blurred non-technical relatives who assumed I could help. Once they realized I was really not able to serve the killing blow to the problem being discussed the group quickly dissolved, leaving me and Lisa yet again talking. Because of the volume of the party and the small confines of the house I ended up having to lean in pretty close once more to talk to her as she tried to explain some problem she was having with her PC. I really didn't care that much about it but feigning an inability to really hear that well I was given an excuse to just stare in her eyes and at her lips as she talked, so I stayed.

My wife meandered into our circle of two, and got quickly bored, but suggested that I should just go take a look at it, then wandered off to watch some weird drinking game going on in the dining room.

Lisa looked at me, shrugged her shoulders as if to say "why not" and started walking towards the stairs leading up to the second floor of the house, me close at her heels.

I followed her up the stairs, watching her hips sway with each step, her skirt sliding up and down her calves as they flex with each step, and her tight, curvy ass hidden by the thin fabric. I was paying so much attention to her backside when she paused at the top of the stairs I ran right into her. She stumbled forward and I instinctively grabbed the railing and hooked one arm around her waist pulling her close to me. After what was probably a second too long I let go, asking if she was okay, her light scent still clinging to me as we separated. She giggled a bit and blamed herself, continuing to walk towards her room down the hall where the gimped PC was.

Her room was on the left at the end of the hall, off of which there were three other bedrooms. As we passed on of the first rooms she came to another stop and leaned towards the door simultaneously motioning for me to come closer to her and to be quiet in a conspiratory manner.

I quickly closed the few feet to her and leaned in close to the door next to her listening. At first I didn't hear anything, but after a few seconds I heard the telltale sounds of two people energetically fucking, though trying to be quiet. Still slightly bent over she backed away continuing on towards her door, stifling a giggle with her hand. Quickly the squeaking and panting coming from behind the door fell behind. We stumbled into her room and as soon as the door was shut started laughing out loud. I sat down on the chair at her desk, while she sat on her bed.

"Wow, so.. umm.. that was interesting." I stated, not sure how to address the fact that someone, one of our relatives was busy in the room down the hall. I tried to run down who was missing in the party downstairs but couldn't pinpoint anyone specific.

"That's got to be Kim, has got to be, she is such a slut!" she laughed. "She and Jason are always sneaking away and going at it. If it's not her room it's a bathroom, if its not there it's the garage." Lisa calmed a bit and smirked, giggling a bit in spurts. "I have walked in on them more times then I want to remember." She made a motion of finality with her right hand.

That made sense, Kim was the middle sister of the family and was, as Lisa said, a bit of a tramp. The fact that she still lived at her mother's house, was in her thirties and couldn't hold down a job for any real length of time also spoke volumes about her ambition in life.

I dragged my attention back from the image of Kim getting drilled 20 feet away from me to the vision of innocent sexuality in front of me, sitting on a bed in her room.

I sighed.

"So, what's up with your computer?" Ah well.

Lisa bounced up to her feet and walked over to the desk. I scooted a bit to the side to give her the driver's position in front of the keyboard and monitor. She moved the mouse, realized the PC wasn't on, pressed the power button and stood to wait the minute or so it takes for the machine to boot.

She took a seat to the left of the keyboard on the wooden desk, her legs dangling, and motioned for me to wheel the chair back and take over.

"when it boots this error message pops up, saying something about memory not readable or something, then it sometimes crashes and sometimes doesn't." Some of the playfulness had left her voice, and sounded a bit bored with the subject.

We both sat quietly for a few seconds, watching as the machine slowly booted. The noise a few rooms down suddenly escalated and we could clearly hear someone uttering a succession of "yes"s. We both smiled then burst out in embarrassed laughing again.

Lisa fidgeted a bit, her cheeks flushed from drink and laughing, wriggling her butt a bit as if to find a more comfortable sitting position on the desk, leaning forward on her hands some while we waited. Her skirt had hiked up a fair amount due to her sitting and her not adjusting it as modesty would suggest when she sat revealing some tantalizing thigh above her knees.

She swung her legs a bit, and bumped my chair once. For some reason she decided to do it again lightly kicking my chair. 

"What are you doing, brat." I said, using her nickname from when she was younger.

She fake-frowned at me then kicked the chair harder.

"Stop it!" I said, and quickly grabber her leg below the knee as she kicked again stopping her from kicking. Aware at how warm and smooth her skin felt beneath my hand I quickly let go.

"Do it again and I'll give you a charlie-horse." I threatened.

She smiled, then immediately kicked my chair again. I leaned in and gave her partially exposed thigh a quick, but admittedly light closed hand smack.

She rocked back and laughed a beautiful light laugh, then leaned towards me again, putting her face close to mine.

"Is that all you got old man?" She said teasingly. Now I am older then she certainly, but my mid thirties didn't seem that old to her mid twenties. She kicked yet again.

This time I was ready and decided to see where she might want to go. In a swift movement I leaned forward again and using both hands placed above each knee and stood, pinning both legs to the desk with my weight. Leaning forward a bit my face was inches away from hers. 

"Better?" I ask. Lisa is all of 120 pounds and is much shorter then I, so with her back to the wall on the desk and my weight pinning her legs there wasn't much she could do.

She leaned in until her nose touch mine wearing a slightly different smile then before.

"Much more in line with what I was looking for." She murmured, my senses once more filled with the scent of her shampoo. She leaned in and kissed me, long and slow, her lips tasting of some flavor of berry I notice absently. 

She pulled back some looking me in the eyes. "I've wanted to do that since high school." The playfulness back in her voice.

I was stunned, but didn't exactly back away. 

"I'm sorry, did I upset you?" genuine concern in her voice.

"No, no not at all! I was just trying to shift gears here I think." I stated, a bit muddled by the events as well as the alcohol.

"Oh, in that case.." she leaned in to kiss me again, one hand caressing the side of my face, the other going to the back of my neck. My until now forgotten hands moved, one slid along her smooth, toned skin on her thigh the other to the small of her back. Lisa spread her legs and pulled me into her embrace fully, still seated on the desk. 

We kissed eagerly, enjoying the adrenaline rush that comes with such clandestine activates. My left hand moved further along beneath her skirt running along her hot thigh, then to the small of her back. Lisa then pulled herself tight against me, her crotch and bunched skirt pressed firmly against my rock hard cock, her breasts crushing against my chest as we embrace.

She pushed me back suddenly, an eager look on hr face.

"From what my sister tells me you like to take chances when you fool around. Have you ever thought about me in those ways?" 

"All the time" I breathed "since about the time you were in high school as well." I added sheepishly.

Lisa stood, reached under her skirt and hooking both thumbs under her panties pulled then down to her ankles in one swift motion. She kicked them off one foot, and left the panties, white, soft, lacy, hanging around her right ankle like a fallen garter. She hopped back up on the desk still clothed and spread her legs, feet on the edge of the desk and knees bent, enticingly.

"Well, I think we have a good forty-five minutes or so to kill before we are missed." She said quietly.

I reached forward and lifted the skirt up and out of the way, it falling into a bunch at her waist to reveal her to my gaze. Her pussy was perfect, trimmed just right with a patch at the top, and beautiful lips. She wiggled her hips slightly.

"You like?" she asked quietly?

I leaned forward, sitting back down on the chair and close to her offered pussy. She smelled of light flowers perhaps, or fruit it was hard to tell. Her scent was not strong, but smooth. My hands found their way to each side of her ass and I leaned in further, lips skimming down the inside of her thigh, kissing lightly.

"I guess you do... mmmm" she leaned her head back, her weight shifting to her arms behind her, enjoying the tease.

Laying light kisses in ever decreasing circles around her I stretched out the inevitable as long as possible, until no longer able to restrain myself I dipped my tongue between her lips. Lisa arched her back, pressing her pussy into me, moaning slightly as I start in earnest on her. Alternating between running my tongue the length of her slit, tasting her sweetness, and probing deeper into her hole. Lisa's moaning became more constant, she wriggling, trying to get her clit between my lips, became more and more aggressive. 

After teasing her for a bit I took her clit lightly between my lips and sucked lightly, running my lips and tongue in a pulsing pattern over her. 

"Oh fuck yeah!" she gasped, still trying to be quiet "sis was right you are good at that.. shit!" Not very teacher like I decide, but I like it. She moved one hand to the back of my head and alternated guiding my lips to just running her hands through my hair.

In a few minutes of active attention to her clit she crunched forward, both hands on my head crushing my tongue and lips against her now sopping pussy.

"cummming... oh my god... Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm " Lisa bit her lower lip to keep as quiet as possible, her eyes closed as she rode a wave of pleasure, then a subsequent smaller crest immediately after. After orgasaming she collapsed back against the wall, and breathed hard for a few seconds.

A door banged, then we could hear voices in the hall. We both froze, our hearts racing from a different type of rush. The voices though disappeared and we could hear footfalls on the stairs going down. 

"Kim." Stated Lisa simply, then collapsed back giggling again. I relaxed, no longer worried about the door flinging open and my wife standing there catching me eating out her younger sister instead of helping her with a PC problem. 

"mmm that was very good I must say. My boyfriend never gives me head."

"His loss I would say."

"mmmm.. so.. what should I do to return the favor?" She asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"Well, I'm sure you can think of a suitable reward." I said standing.

Lisa leaned forward, her slim hand caressing the bulge in my pants. Her smile broadened a bit, then she deftly undid my belt and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. They fell to the floor in a heap.

"No underwear?" 

"Actually I never wear any. Habit from my days spent in the woods."

Lisa laughed "Whatever floats your boat babe." She caressed my cock now released from the chocking confines of my dress trousers.

"I think.. " she started " I want this " she emphasized by giving my cock a gentle tug "inside me." She leaned back on her elbows this time.

Not wanting to disappoint I sidled close to the edge of the desk, and with my left hand gently tease her wet pussy with the tip of my cock.

"mmm.. we don't have all night, just fuck me, you know you want to.. " she breathed

I slid my cock shaft along her lips, resting it on her wet pussy and moving myself with slow thrusts of my pelvis.

"I don't exactly have any condoms Lisa." I manage to get out, some small part of my brain still working.

"Sis told me you had a vasectomy last year right?" Lisa said, sounding almost annoyed.

"Yeah..." I started.

"Well don't worry about it " she said, looking me straight in the eyes " I want to feel you cum inside me. I want to walk downstairs and go to the rest of the party with your cum inside my pussy. I want you to remember what it feels like to have my legs wrapped around your waist and your cock buried balls deep inside me pumping me with your load every time you look at me talking with my sisters."

I really didn't have any other objections at that point.

Guiding my cock inside her in slow but constant thrusts with one hand, my other hand grabbed her waist. In short order my cock was buried nearly balls deep as she had said and I was leaning down and kissing her passionately once more. Her pussy felt amazing, nearly boiling hot, tight and slick. I slowly stroked while leaning in to kiss her, each long, slow dip punctuated by soft moan escaping Lisa's lips in between kisses.

I moved my hand up to caress her breasts through her sweater, but got annoyed with the amount of clothing she was still wearing.

"Take that off, I want to see all of you." I said, pulling out and taking a step back.

Lisa sat up quickly, and shucked her sweater up and off her head, revealing more of her stunning body. Her bra was a matching light lacy thing barely keeping her breasts in check. She reached behind her and undid it, shrugging her shoulders slightly then throwing the clothing on her bed across the room.

She arched her back and stretched, free from the confines of her bra.

I caressed her breasts, playing with one of her big nipples, then leaned in to kiss her again. Her tits were firm, round, warm and soft to the touch with large areolas and nipples set high. Her students are lucky they are too young to notice such things; otherwise they would never get any class work done.

After enjoying her tits and kisses for a few moments I pushed her gently back onto the desk. 

"Much better" I smiled.

Holding onto her bent knees I pulled her to the edge of the desk so she could lay flat on her back, her tits moving with her breathing as she looked up at me, one hand tracing a nipple I had just sucked. Her skirt, still on, had fallen into a puddle of cloth above her pussy, covering her lower stomach.

I pushed her legs back towards her chest, fully exposing her pussy and asscrack to me, pussy juice glistening in her slit and running down around her cute little dark asshole. I gazed at this for a second, then ran a finger along her lips, down her crack and gently rub her asshole. 

"mmmmm.." she moaned, and started to play with her breasts and nipples while I explored. 

I ran my finger back up and worked it into her pussy. I pulled the finger out and placed it on her lips, letting her smell and taste her own juices. Lisa took my finger in her mouth and sucked slowly, her tongue running around my finger before releasing it. 

Pushing her legs back and up so her knees now almost touched her breasts I held them in place with one hand while once more working my cock into her pussy. Once I was in I then simply used both hands to keep her legs up and pussy fully exposed so I could fuck her with long, deep, hard strokes.

With each thrust her tits bounced and her breathing got heavier. Lisa alternated between playing with her own breasts, to grabbing her desk for support as I fucked her.

"yesss.. that's it, fuck me.. I want to feel you cum inside me, promise me you will " she hissed between gasps.

"I promise Lisa, you have no idea how good you feel brat" I said, pulling up her childhood nickname. I couldn't believe this cum slut on the desk in front of me was the same girl I had wrestled with and watched grow up! She was so sexualized, so amazing it was mind bending. But very, very good.

I felt my balls tighten, the familiar precum tingle passing through my groin and cock. I started to thrust harder, pressing her legs up further; her knees now touched her tits and pushed her up against the wall, he head banging the wall. She braced with one hand against the wall the other hand hooked behind a knee to help keep her open and tight for my enjoyment.




Lisa



It started the day my son and daughter stopped at my house to attend a conference. I have lived alone since my wife died two years ago but I kept our large house that had extra bedrooms. Since the conference ended with a banquet, it would have been too late for them to drive home to the next city, so they had asked if they could sleep over. I welcomed them.

When they came home after the banquet, it was just after 11 and I was watching the news in the den. My son said he was tired and going to bed, but my daughter--Lisa--said she would watch the news with me and then the first part of Jay Leno. She retreated into the bedroom and then about 10 minutes later joined me in the den. She was wearing a pair of cotton pajamas. I had always thought she was pretty, but tonight she looked especially attractive, with her light brown hair loose and down her back. 

Before she sat down with me she said "Dad, you need a woman around here to help you keep things straightened up." There were a couple of dishes and a beer bottle I had finished earlier still sitting on the coffee table in front of me.

When she bent down to pick up the dishes, her pajama top fell loose and I was looking straight down her top. At first I could just see the tops of her breasts, but when she moved around a bit the top loosened even more and I could see both her breasts and her nipples. Her breasts were full, her areolas were light brown and so were her nipples, which were half-way between soft and hard. 

I realized I was holding my breath as I watched, and I also became aware that I was getting a full-blown hardon. I wanted to turn my eyes away, but I couldn't; the sight was too spectacular. Her breasts were probably only on display for a few seconds, but the memory wouldn't go out of my mind. When she walked out to the kitchen with the dishes and the bottle, I hastily rearranged my penis and tried to calm down.

Nothing else happened that night, except that I had then vowed that soon I had to have even more--much more--of Lisa.

The opportunity came even sooner than I had thought. My son called just a few days later and said he was being called out of the state for business for a few days and that because there had been both break-ins and assaults recently in their neighborhood, he didn't want to leave Lisa alone. Could she come stay with me? I didn't have to wait a second to reply 

"Of course she can. I always like having her here." I then hoped he didn't suspect a double entendre in my words.

My mind was racing ahead. I had to buy some Viagra in order to be ready. I had to buy several bottles of a wine that I knew Lisa liked. I had to have some sleeping pills on hand. I moved quickly with my plans, because Lisa arrived the next night. I talked with her as she unpacked the small suitcase she had brought, and I began to get excited when I saw her pajamas were the ones she had been wearing the night I had inadvertently seen her bare breasts.

As she unpacked I told her that she looked a little sad. "It's just that Tom and I have been having some problems lately," she said, "and now he's gone for almost a week." 

"Well," I replied, "we've got to change your attitude. And we're going to start with a special dinner I've planned. It's some of your favorities, including that special wine you once told me was your absolute favorite."

The dinner that night was special. Not only because I had convinced Lisa that since it was late, we should eat in our night clothes, and not because I was a great cook, but because I had had it delivered from one of the best restaurants in our town. And as we ate, I poured freely the wine I had purchased. I made sure we had a glass before dinner and then I refilled Lisa's glass as we went through each of the four courses. I made it appear that I was refilling my glass, too, but I actually only had one glass the entire night. As I served our dessert, I brought out a dessert wine that Lisa first refused, but then, at my urging, decided to try it. When we left the table and went to sit in the den, I saw that Lisa seemed a bit tipsy. 

"Dad," she said, "I'm really, really sleepy and I think I better just go to bed." Her eyes were closing and she seemed to be ready to go to sleep right in the den.

"OK, Lisa," let me help you into the bedroom," I said, as I helped her up. She slumped against me and I knew I wasn't going to have to use any sleeping pills. The wine had done the trick. I put my arm around her and we moved down the hall toward her bedroom. As a test, as we walked, I let my hand move up under her right breast, until I was cupping it. Lisa didn't appear to even notice. 

In the bedroom, I laid her gently on the turned down covers of the bed. She didn't move at all and her breathing was heavy. She looked beautiful lying there and I had a brief pang of conscience about was I was going to do, but my penis was already fully erect and I didn't want to stop. To make sure she was truly deeply asleep, I tried calling her name several times, but to no effect. I then took out my penis, moved close to her sleeping form and rubbed my erect member across her lips. I turned her head toward me, gently pulled her mouth open and slid my penis into her mouth. It was warm as I stroked into her. It had been a long time since I had sex, and my penis began to throb almost immediately.

Not wanting to cum right away, I reluctantly pulled out of her mouth. Since all this had started by my seeing her breasts, I wanted to start my exploration of Lisa with her breasts. I sat on the bed next to her (which still brought no movement from her) and cupped both her breasts through her pajama top. I became even more excited as I gently squeezed and caressed them.

I began breathing excitedly as I moved my hand down, grasped the bottom of her pajama top and began sliding it up. When just the bottom of her full, round breasts came in sight I stopped to admire the curve and texture of her flesh. But I couldn't wait any longer and pushed the top up until both her breasts were fully exposed. They were beautiful. Full and firm and white. My eyes traveled to her nipples. Her areola were perfectly round and centered in them were her light brown nipples which were good sized and beginning to erect as the cool air hit them.

I began to stroke and fondle them. My hands moved gently over and under them, then back up to where I took both nipples between my fingers and lightly squeezed them. Even though Lisa was deeply asleep, her nipples responded and finally stood completely erect. I rolled them between my fingers, I flicked them from side to side. Then I bent down and took her right nipple in my mouth, where I sucked on it and licked it. Then I did the same to her left nipple.

As I sucked on the nipple, I put my hand on Lisa's bare stomach, played briefly with her belly button and then slowly slid my hand down under her pajama bottoms until I reached her pubic hair. I ran my fingers through it, feeling how silky smooth it was, then moved further down until I was cupping her pubic mound. My penis was begining to throb. I let my fingers slide up and down her mound, feeling her cunt lips open slightly as I touched them.

I reluctantly left her breasts and nipples, then stood and moved to the foot of the bed. I reached to her hips and took her pajama bottoms in both hands. I slid them down and watched as her light brown pubic hair came into view. It was trimmed, but fuller then I would have imagined. Then her pubic mound was fully open to my eyes. I slid her pjs completely off and then moved her legs slightly apart. Her naked body was a beautiful sight. Her breasts stood up full and firm, with the nipples hard and erect. Her opened legs made her cunt lips open more, too.

I dropped to my knees and began kissing the inside of her thighs. Her flesh was warm and inviting. After savoring the smooth, white thighs for a few moments, I placed my mouth directly on her cunt. I licked up and down the lips. I was immensely excited when I came to her clitoris and discovered it was extremely large and extended. I licked it, then bit it gently, then licked it again and again. I used my thumbs to spread her lips apart and then licked the wet, exciting flesh inside. I thrust my tongue as deep as it would go into her vagina. Lisa moaned at that, but didn't appear to be waking up at all.

I couldn't wait any longer. I knelt between Lisa's legs and moved my penis to the entrance of her vagina. I stroked my prick up and down her cunt lips several times, wetting it with the moisture coming from her pussy. Then I slid the head of my penis inside her vagina. I looked down and felt my prick swelling even harder. I moved forward until I was buried completely inside her. 

It felt wonderful as I began thrusting in and out of her tight vagina. I moved slowly and each thrust send electric shocks through my body. I looked down to where my penis was moving inside her. I was actually fucking my daughter. I began moving faster and then faster still. I could feel our pubic hair merging as I would go deep inside her. The feelings became more intense and I knew I would be reaching orgasm very soon. I bent down and once again took her erect nipple into my mouth and as I did that, my climax came and I began shooting my cum deep inside her. I hadn't cum that much in years.

After the orgasm stopped, I stayed inside Lisa for a few more minutes, to wonder at what had just occurred and to lock the sights and feelings into my brain. I knew I probably wouldn't have this opportunity again, but I would have the memories. Reluctantly, I pulled my penis out of her vagina and watched as a bit of sperm followed my penis out. I cleaned her up, kissed her cunt and her nipples one last time, then put her pajama bottoms back on her and pulled her top down over her breasts. I pulled the covers over her and turned out the light. 

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Lisa



The plan was to meet Lisa at a predetermined place near the wine country. He was running late, something he always tried to avoid. Mike would rather get to an appointment early and wait than be late. After all they had just met and he wanted to make a good impression, and here he was sitting at yet another red light.

"Damned lights," he thought sitting in the left turn lane. When the light finally changed he turned into the parking lot of the appointed rendezvous spot.

Mike looked at the clock on his dashboard, "still made it on time," he said to himself. 

He looked around the parking lot, searching for her car. Then it occurred to him, he hadn't seen her car when they'd met for lunch earlier in the week.

Their paths had met via an Internet dating site. He had seen Lisa's profile, and checked her out; she had posted a very cute photo.

Knowing he had seen her profile she made the first move and e-mailed him. They decided to meet for lunch and now here they were headed for a wine tasting on their second date.

How was he going to find her?  Then he remembered he had her cell phone number programmed into his phone. He dialed her number, when she answered he asked, "Hi Lisa, are you here?"

"Yes, I'm up by the Target store," she replied.

"I'm on the other side of the parking lot, be right there" he said. He shifted the Miata into 1st gear and worked his way through the parking lot. As soon as he rounded the end of the aisle and turned toward the store he saw her standing on the sidewalk. 

She saw him and started toward the car as he pulled up. "Cute car," she said as she slid into the passenger seat.

"Cute?"  Mike said, "Chicks drive cute cars." 

"It's not cute, it's cool, I love my Miata," he said, "Miata's get that "chick car" label but it's really fun to drive!"

She sensed his mock machismo about the car and laughed, " Well I still think it's cute."

"So which way do we go?" he asked. He knew where the wineries were but he wanted to let her lead him to her choice.

"Just take a left out of this parking lot", she said, "first we'll pick up my monthly selection at this winery up the road a few more miles."

He headed east towards the wine region, dodging traffic, "Sounds like a plan" he said. "So, did you say you belong to more than one wine club"?

"Yes, I also belong to the wine club at a newer winery about ten miles further down the road," she answered. "It's more of a family run company, which appeals to me and the wine is great."

"Well I think we should make every effort to check them out," he said, "just so I get the full benefit of your experience."

"Turn left here," she said suddenly. Fortunately he'd seen the sign and slowed, not that the Miata wouldn't have handled a last minute change of direction, even so the quick turn got his attention. He wound his way up the driveway to the tasting room and parked.

They walked inside and found their way through the gift shop to the tasting bar. "We're over here," Lisa said, leading him to the club member's bar.

She signed in and collected her shipment. The pourer handed her two glasses and a list of the current selections.

"Where would you like to start?" the pourer asked.

"What do you recommend?" Lisa replied.

"Most people start with the whites and work up to the reds," was the pourer's answer.

So after trying all the whites except the sweet desert wines they tried the reds. 

When they tried the Syrah Mike said, "I like this Syrah, I might have to buy a bottle for later."

When they left she ended up being the one that purchased the Syrah. "If you like it, I'm happy to get it for you," she said, "maybe we can open it later".

The implication sounded good to him. Lisa was his age; his height and she showed interest in him. He hadn't left the house thinking sex but it had been almost two years since his wife passed away and Lisa was looking pretty fine.

He was a red blooded American male and even though he was pushing 60 he still felt he could take care of a women's needs.

They drove down the road a few miles, "There it is," Lisa said as they rounded a turn.

He pulled into the parking lot and shut off the engine. "Nice looking place" he said, "What's their specialty?"

"They concentrate on reds but they have some good whites as well," she replied. "I think you'll like what they have".

This winery's tasting room was more intimate than the first. They had their own table, which was more conducive for private conversation.

They started with the white wines and then moved to the reds. While they tasted their conversation became more personal. She talked openly about her marriages and subsequent relationships. 

He told her about his first marriage that had ended in divorce, the best part of which was his daughter. She knew his second wife had died from cancer. They continued talking, getting to know each other while tasting more wine. When they finished the wine list Mike bought a bottle of the Shiraz they had tasted. When they set up the date he had suggested either dinner out or dinner at his house. They were walking to his car and he took her hand and said. "So what about dinner"?

"What about dinner?" she asked.

"Well as I said on the phone, we could go out or I could cook for you. I've got a great looking salmon fillet marinating," Mike suggested.

"I love salmon," she said.

"Salmon it is then," he replied. "I'll take you back to your car and you can follow me to my place."

"I like a man with a plan," she said.

He dropped her at her car and gave her a brief explanation of his route in case they got separated. "I'll try not to get too far in front of you," he said, "see you there."

It was only about ten miles to his place and even though they did get separated she pulled up at his house shortly after he did. He walked over to her car and opened the door for her. "Can I help you with anything?" he asked.

"Well, you could take in a bottle of this white wine you liked. It'll go well with the salmon."

They walked into the house and through the living room into the kitchen. 
 "Why don't I put the wine in the freezer to chill it while I cook," he suggested.

"Sounds like a plan," Lisa responded, "anything I can do to help?"

"Well let's see," he said, trying to get his thoughts together. He had tried to be prepared in case their wine tasting culminated in dinner at his place instead of a restaurant. "My menu is rice pilaf and steamed asparagus to go along with the salmon. The asparagus is ready to go into the steamer, but the rice will take the longest so I'll get that started." 

Mike had prepped the rice as well and soon had it started "As far as what you can do, how about holding these glasses while I fill them with this Syrah."

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" Lisa asked grinning, all the while holding out the glasses for him to fill.

"I'm sorry," he said, "let me have that glass and I'll dump it out and get you some ice water."

She laughed and said, "No way, fill my glass!"

He laughed with her as he filled their glasses. "I've had a great time with you today. I appreciate you leading me through the wine tasting. I hope my naiveté about wine didn't show too much."

"I've not known you very long but I suspect the last thing you are is naïve," Lisa said smiling.

She moved closer to him and clinked her glass against his, "Here's to a great first date." he toasted. 

They both sipped some of the Syrah. She was close enough to touch now and she leaned in and kissed him, "I had a great time as well, I'm glad we hooked up."

They were standing next to the kitchen counter and he set his glass down and put his arms around her. Mike pulled her close and kissed her again. They had been building up to their first kiss, especially since they got to his place but she preempted his move and kissed him. 

His only response was, "You could get in trouble kissing a guy like that."

 "I like being in trouble," she said, as she kissed him again.

The only tasting done in the next ten minutes was him tasting her kisses and Lisa tasting his.

He realized the rice was nearly done and knew he needed to pay some attention to dinner. "As much as I'd like to stand here kissing you, I'd better get back to cooking or we'll be eating sushi," he said.

"Well I like sushi," Lisa said, "and just for the record you were cooking"! 

He handed her her glass of wine and stepped out to the patio to light the BBQ. 

When he came back in she was blocking the door, "You have to kiss me before you can enter," she said.

He took the glass from her hand and set it on the counter. He put his arms around her and pulled her to him and kissed her. Their mouths melted together as their tongues touched and danced around.

Without breaking the embrace he maneuvered her around so he could reach behind her and turn on the fire under the asparagus.

Without letting up on her embrace she asked, "Are you multi tasking?"

"I'm trying," Mike said, "I want to keep your fire going while I keep the food going."

"Don't worry about my fire," Lisa said, "You lit it, and you get to tend to it."

"Okay," he said, "as soon as the asparagus starts to steam I'll put the salmon on the grill, in the mean time, what can I get you?" he asked, looking around to see if he had the table prepared.

"Is the white wine chilled?" she asked.

"It should be by now, here's a cork screw and you'll find two chilled glasses in the freezer as well," he said as he stepped out to the patio with the platter of salmon.

"Wow, chilled glasses too!" she said, "You thought of everything"

He put the salmon fillet on the grill as she came out with the wine. "Here you go," she said as she handed him his glass.

"Thanks Lisa, I like cooking with you," he said as he clinked his glass to hers.

"You're welcome, and I like cooking with you too," she replied. Looking next to the grill she asked, "So that's the hot tub you mentioned?"

"Yes, and it's heated and ready to use," he smiled and winked at her, "You game?"

Lisa smiled back as she leaned in and kissed him, "Sounds like fun but I'm starving, how long until the salmon is done?"

"Looks like it's about ready, I'll bring it in and get the rice and veggies dished up." "You want to top off our glasses?" he asked as he drained his glass and handed it to her.

Lisa took his glass and opening the door for him as he carried the salmon in she said, "It looks delicious, what else can I do besides filling your glass?"

"Let's just dish this up buffet style, less dishes to worry about," he said.

Lisa set their glasses on the table and took the plate he was holding out to her. He served her a portion of the salmon and let her help herself to the rice and asparagus. He served himself and joined her at the table.

After lighting a candle in the middle of the table and turning off the overhead light he sat down and held up his glass. "Here's to a gorgeous woman," he toasted.

She touched her glass to his and replied, "Well thank you; you're quite the silver tongued devil aren't you."

They finished their dinner engaging in small talk and flirting. When they had finished he rose and carried their empty plates to the kitchen. When he turned back to the table she was standing with both their wine glasses in her hands.

"That was delicious," Lisa said, leaning in to kiss him. "Do you cook like this every night?"

"I only cook like this for special visitors," he said winking at her and pulling her close.

"I'm a lucky woman tonight," Lisa said.

They kissed each other passionately, his hands caressing her back, her arms squeezing him closer to her.

"So, are you going to take me to the hot tub?" Lisa asked, kissing him again.

"By all means, let's see what we can find you to wear," he answered.

"We have to wear something?" she asked.

"No," he replied smiling, "I actually like it better 'au natural'".

He led her down the hallway to the master bedroom. Once inside he pulled her close to him and fully embraced her. His hands roamed her body as hers roamed his. They kept clutching each other as he maneuvered her around the room toward the dressing area. Ironically dressing her was the last thing on his mind. He worked his hands under her top and with one hand unhooked her bra. His other hand had found its way to her now free breasts. He cupped her breast in his hand as he continued to kiss her. Lisa's hands were busy working his belt buckle, she had it loosened and started working on his jeans as he continued to undress her. After unhooking her bra he slid his hands down the back of her pants, inside her panties he felt her soft ass. Squeezing her ass in his palm he massaged first one cheek then the other as they continued to undress each other.

After loosening his belt and jeans she pulled his shirt up over his head. He countered by unbuttoning her top and slipping it off her shoulders. Her loosened bra quickly followed. His hand moved to the front of her and unbuttoned her jeans. Almost as if they had rehearsed it, they pushed each other's jeans to the floor.

"If we keep this up we'll never see the hot tub" he said. Her nipples were as erect as his cock was.

She pushed his bikini briefs down past his erection and said, "Well we should probably go then." He slid her panties off her hips as he kissed her.

He handed her a towel and taking her by the hand he led her out the door to the patio and toward the hot tub. After helping her into the tub he ducked back into the bedroom and grabbed the wine and glasses. He poured them each a glass and joined her in the tub.

They settled into the bench seat next to each other, Lisa's tits were floating, her nipples half out of the water.. "This feels really good," she said, sliding down into the water and submerging her breasts.

Mike took a  sip of his wine before setting the glass in the cup-holder. He put an arm around her shoulder and cupped her right breast in his hand, kneading the soft flesh, exciting her nipple. "This feels really good too," he added.

"Mmmm, yeah it does," she breathed.

Mike pulled his hand away and leaned over to kiss her. His other hand was now on her thigh, working toward her crotch.

Lisa returned his kiss, her tongue pressing into his mouth, as she moved her legs apart inviting his advancing hand.

Mike accepted her invitation and slowly moved his hand up her thigh until his thumb felt her curly pubic hair. He cupped her vagina as she spread her legs even further, his thumb now putting a slight pressure on her clit.

Lisa moaned as he slid a finger between her hot lips into her pussy. "Oh Mike that feels soooo good." He worked another finger into her and slid them in and out of her eliciting more moans from her.

"I want to feel you inside me Mike," she said between shallow hot breaths. Lisa slid toward the edge of the bench seat, dislodging his fingers from her vagina and pulled him around in front of her.
"I can't wait Mike, fuck me now!" she said pulling his erection toward her and guiding it into her pussy.

Even with the heat of the water Mike could feel the initial contact between the head of his cock and the soft heat of her pussy. He pushed into her as her hands reached for his ass and pulled him closer.

"Oh God yeah, you feel marvelous Lisa," Mike gasped when he was into her as far as their position would allow.

Lisa leaned back, pushing her hips toward him and lifting her tits out of the water. "Oh Mike, you feel good too."

Mike leaned down and sucked on an erect nipple while stroking in and out of her hot pussy, he could feel Lisa's internal muscles gripping his cock as she slowly climbed the orgasm mountain. He hadn't been laid for over a year and he was surprised he didn't blow his load immediately. It must be all the wine he thought.

He continued stroking his hard-on into her for several minutes before she pulled him close, halting his movements. "Let's change positions Mike, I want to be on top."

Mike took a seat next to her and picked up his glass for another sip of wine. Lisa followed his lead and touched her glass to his. "Thanks Mike, this has been a wonderful day."

After she had set her glass in the cup-holder she moved over him and kissed him while her hand stroked his cock under the water. "Mmmmm you feel so hard, I want you in me again," she said, "move forward on the seat so I can sit on your lap." 

Mike stretched his legs out and rested his feet on the seat opposite him. He pulled Lisa on top of him, pressing his erection against her slit.

Lisa reached between them and stroked him while rubbing his swollen head against her lady parts. He could feel her soft flower petal lips caress his cock before she slid her body lower to rub her clit with his cock. After teasing herself awhile she released it and pressed her body on his, rubbing her vagina up and down his length before letting the head invade her and sliding down on his shaft.

They moved together in the hot bubbling water, igniting their passions further, stoking the fires within their undulating bodies. Lisa was the first to reach the top as her orgasm took over, her body trembling, her pussy gripping his cock as she pumped her hips on the steel-like pole she had impaled herself with.

 Mike held her until her orgasm subsided, still surprised that he hadn't cum yet himself. Lisa lifted her body off his and sat next to him. She picked up her glass and drained the contents, "Can I have a refill please?" she asked.

Mike pushed himself up onto the edge of the hot tub and reached over and picked up the wine bottle. As he was filling their glasses Lisa slid over and kissed his erection and then started licking it from his balls to the swollen head.

Mike set the bottle down on the shelf where it had been and then set the glasses in the nearest cup-holders before leaning back and reaching for something to hang on to.

Lisa continued her oral assault on his cock, slowly covering the head with her wet lips, her hot mouth taking in his entire length slowly, a fraction of an inch at a time. When the head of his cock was pressing against her throat she slowly backed off a small amount before again pressing down and massaging her tonsils with the swollen head. Her tongue was swirling around his erection, he could feel its roughness against the smooth skin of his shaft. She continued sucking on him, driving him closer and closer to the climax he hadn't had for many months. Lisa changed her tactic, releasing the cock she held captive only to take it back into her mouth and while sucking hard on his cock she bobbed her head up and down in a furious pace.

In short order Mike knew the orgasm that had eluded him up to this point was quickly building to the point of no return. "Oh my God Lisa, I'm gonna cum!" he gasped.

Lisa was ready for him, shaking her head in anticipation, she sucked him deep into her mouth and massaged the head of his erection with her tongue.

Mike's orgasm started with a small burst of semen followed by four or five more potent shots deep into Lisa's hot mouth and throat. Her tongue on his sensitive head caused his cock to jerk in her mouth, getting her a few smaller shots of his hot thick milky cream. Lisa buried her head in his lap and sucked him deep into her mouth, relishing every drop of his cum.

When he was able Mike slid off the edge of the tub back into the hot water, it felt even hotter after being up in the cold night air. "Wow, that was incredible Lisa."

"I'm glad you liked it Mike, I enjoyed sucking on your cock. I'll do it again if you'd like," she added.

"Well I'd never turn down a blowjob but we may have to wait awhile until I recover," he replied, "in the mean time maybe you'd let me suck on that delicious looking pussy."

"Wow, you are a horny guy aren't you? she cooed. I'd like that, but do you want to go inside or do it here?"




Lisa



It had been a year since Lisa escaped from her old life; made her way out of the confusion and fear. It was a life of lies, as she was forced to be a boy most of the time, and a girl only when hidden away in private. Now she was completely herself, 100% girl, and in love with her life. After moving away from anyone that knew her before, she now lived her life the way she wanted. Still pre-op, and likely to stay that way, she had a girls dick to play with and liked it, no loved it. Even if she was born a girl in a boy's body, it was the body she was given, and she intended to keep it. She had a package too, for her slender frame; she had a very large tool. 

She still hadn't ever been kissed, never mind made love to. And she ached for it. But Lisa was shy, introverted, and had no idea how to deal with the opposite sex; especially since she had the same equipment they did. Truth was boys, men, scared her. Her life before as a boy was full of dominant males in her home life, and bigger boys at school. It had not been an easy life, sometimes very hard. So she escaped and hadn't come full circle yet; hadn't yet had that relationship with a man that justified who she was

. Although she felt it was a guy she wanted in her life, she was stymied. Her experiences to date with males wasn't encouraging. It was true she hadn't yet felt that chemical reaction she heard the girls at work talking about, that instant attraction to someone, that pull. She supposed someday it would happen and meanwhile tried hard to just be happy with herself. Other than the complete lack of sex, she really was finally happy, with her life, and that peace in her was obvious to everyone around her. 

She got into clothes and makeup and delighted in spending hours learning how to be subtle with how she made up her face and picky about the choices in the clothes she wore. She reveled in it, got quicker and more confident, and reaped the benefits through the reactions of the people around her. Her confidence in herself grew even more as she realized she was pretty, more than that, very pretty. She started turning heads right off and the attention grew, as her skills did, from guys and girls both. Lisa was thrilled. As beautiful inside as she was on the outside, she became adept at handling the attention gracefully. She began to think of her beauty as a gift, given to her to offset the body she was born to live in. 

Tap, tap, tap. The door knocker was loud echoing through her small apartment. So cool! She had found the door knocker at one of those odd shops she liked to browse, filled with strange and different things, many handmade by natives in another land. The door knocker was brass and heavy; it was beautifully formed as a nose ring on an elongated, flat gargoyles face. She bought it and put it on her door that night with the help of the super in her building, his infatuation with her a big plus in getting things done. 

Lisa looked through the peephole and saw Tami, a girl from work, with tear streaked eyes, looking the worse for wear. She quickly opened the door and pulled her inside. 

"What's wrong Tami," Lisa asked as she led her to the couch. 

Tami moved her hand off her tear streaked face and showed her. "He hit me," she sobbed. "We've been fighting off and on for a couple of months now. I've told you before we're not getting along, but he when he got mad he never acted mean before. Oh Lisa, I don't want to go back there tonight. Maybe not ever."

Lisa took a deep breath, knowing she should stay out of it, but couldn't do it. "Tami, I've got only one way to look at that. If he's done it once he'll do it again. You definitely shouldn't go back to him. You need to just move on."

"Where am I going to go," wailed Tami. "I can't move back home. My life has changed too much. There's no way I could live with Mom and Dad now." 

Lisa crumpled a little inside at that. Yeah, she knew what changes too big for the folks to handle was like. If only Tami knew. But nobody that lived here in her new home knew that special thing about her.

"Well, you're staying right here for now. No arguments. We'll go get your stuff when we can do it when shitbird isn't there."

"Oh Lisa," Tami cried. She flung her arms around Lisa and hugged her tight. "Thank you so much. You're always so cool and together."

And at that Lisa thought, maybe not so "cool and together" right now. She was struggling to keep her composure. It had been a long, long time since she had been hugged. Especially as tightly as now, and the emotions that surfaced surprised her. Tenderness welled up in her as she hugged Tami back. She liked boys, she didn't have any doubt she did, but Tami's arms around her neck, with her breasts pushed tightly against her own, caused a minor commotion in Lisa's body, and it felt really, really good.

Lisa squeezed Tami quickly, gave her a peck on the cheek and said, "Come on. It's fairly late now and we've got to be at work in the morning. Let's get ready for bed and get something picked out of my closet for you to wear tomorrow. Your boobs are a little bigger than mine but we can find something for you I know."

Lisa had some worries about sleeping in the same bed with Tami but couldn't think of a way around it. It would be odd for her to sleep alone in her queen size bed and have Tami take the couch. So deal with it, she told herself.

"Thanks, Lisa," Tami said. "I don't know what I'd have done without you tonight. You're the only girl I know very well at all at work. Home with the old people I guess, as horrible as that would have been."

Lisa looked at her sympathetically. " I know. The generation gap gets bigger every generation I think." 

They got ready for bed, decided they would look for clothes in the morning, and Lisa gave Tami an oversize Tshirt to wear to sleep in. Lisa was ready, already showered and dressed for bed in her favorite soft panties and pj's, when Tami showed up at her door. So she showed Tami the bathroom and left her to shower, as she turned out the lights in the living room and kitchen, and double checked the locks on the front door before heading to the bedroom and bed. Her bedroom was small and the queen size bed nearly filled it, but she liked the room it gave her as she slept, and wasn't going to put a smaller bed in.

She pulled the comforter and sheet down and crawled in pulling it back up around her. She wriggled in pleasure as she remembered the feel of Tami's body up against hers in the living room. Her apprehension about Tami sleeping with her was still there of course, but it didn't seem likely, as long as she was careful, that Tami would ever have a clue what she was hiding in her pants. The shower was still running and Lisa groaned, surprised at the sudden desire her body and mind struggled with. Her pole was straining against her pj's, and she rubbed it softly in one palm and pinched her nipples with her other hand. She moaned lightly and suddenly froze as the shower went off and Tami called," Hey, Lisa where can I get a towel?"

Lisa groaned again under her breath, squeezed her dick hard once and bounded out of bed. "Just a minute and I'll get you one," she said. She pulled her dick up into her waistband and pulled the drawstrings tight. Her loose top hung over and should keep her hidden. "I keep them on the bedroom closet shelf. There's just no room in the bathroom." The pressure on her pole only made the tingling sensations stronger and she shivered. She picked up a towel and opened the door to the bathroom to see a naked, dripping Tami grinning at her. 

"It won't be long, and I'll know where everything is," Tami promised. 

That presupposed a longer stay but Lisa didn't want to think about that right now. The tits staring at her were beautiful, with full, long nipples. 

"You got that right. No bigger than this apartment is, you won't have to work hard at that at all," Lisa said as she leaned in and handed the towel to Tami. "Pretty tits baby," she teased, part of her getting harder from the display. Good thing her top covered her completely or else Tami might see something she shouldn't.

"One thing I'm not," Tami said shaking her head with a grin, "is modest. Don't have a modest bone in my body. You really like them?" she said cupping her breasts and holding them up for Lisa's approval. Her nipples were distended, as if she had been toying with them in the shower. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Lisa said in mock dismay, secretly enjoying the spectacle. "We've already established they're bigger than mine." Her eyes drifted down Tami's fine body. " And your pussy is shaved clean. Damn woman, you're hot!" 

Tami's eyes crinkled slightly but Lisa didn't wait for a reaction, and turned quickly and left, to climb back into bed, realizing for the first time really just how hard this might turn out to be.

Lisa woke in the morning realizing their backs were nestled together, and the contact felt good. Her morning wood, thank goodness, clutched in her hand under the covers, was pointing away from the sleeping girl she was next to. 

She climbed out of bed, grabbed her clothes for work, and went into the bathroom. When she came out, a sleepy, tousled headed Tami was sitting up on the edge of the bed. Her Tshirt was up around her waist, and with a leg cocked up under her, her pussy was proudly winking at Lisa as she slowly scratched her leg. 

"Oh Tami, I'm sorry," Lisa said. " I didn't think to give you clean underwear last night before bed."

"Oh, no biggie," Tami said sleepily. "I usually sleep in the nude. Sam and I got used to it together." She suddenly teared up again, glanced up at Lisa and said," Guess it's gonna take a while to get him out of my system isn't it."

Tami got up and as she pulled her leg from underneath her other one, her pussy spread and gave Lisa an enticing view of the lips, open and inviting. Lisa turned and hurried for the kitchen. Tami obviously had no idea the effect she was having on Lisa. Lisa was surprised as hell too.

"There's an extra tip for the electric toothbrush in the lav drawer Tami, if you didn't find it last night."

"Thanks Lisa, I found it."

"Hey, all I eat in the morning is cereal and have some good strong coffee. We'll need to go shopping if you're going to stay for a bit."

Tami came around the corner still in the Tshirt, looked at Lisa and burst into tears again. 

"Hey, hey," Lisa crooned. "It's okay, you'll get over him."

Tami sniffled and came back to earth. "I will get over him I know. I've been trying to do that for a little while before last night I think. Right now I can't believe how good you're being to me."

"Tami, your emotions are raw right now. Maybe you should stay home from work today. Take a day, you know?" Lisa was ashamed of herself. Tami was having a crisis and all Lisa could do looking at her was see the two huge nipples sticking out through the thin shirt she had on and remembered her spread pussy glistening with dew. At least that's the lascivious picture her mind gave her. Her groin tingled and she wondered how this could possibly work out. Barely here for 10 hours or so and already she wanted to fuck her. Jesus, where did this come from?

Tami sniffled some more and said, "Yeah, I think I will. I really don't want to cry at work." She came over and flung herself in Lisa's arms again. Her boobs unrestrained mashed themselves against Lisa's chest and their crotches were welded to one another's thighs. She groaned, it was a good thing she'd strapped her dick down as usual when she dressed for work this morning, or Tami would have gotten a surprise.

Lisa kissed Tami on her neck and then stood her off with her arms and said, " Just take it easy today, maybe sleep it away, watch TV or something and I'll be back after work." She had to get out of here before she did something she couldn't control. How she would survive the night tonight she did not know.

The day dragged on forever. Lisa was semi-hard, as hard anyway as she could get strapped down the way she was. She stayed that way as she rehashed events, most of the day. Was this that instant attraction thing? The chemical reaction? But she liked boys! She knew she did. Wanted to wrap her lips around a big, strong dick and do everything else you possibly could with one. She didn't feel love and finally decided this was pure lust. She must be bi. She thought about her life before and realized that at that time in her life mostly she was dedicated to simply surviving and sex wasn't even a possibility. This was all uncharted ground but she gradually realized one thing. If Tami stayed in her house very long she was going to get fucked. All these thoughts kept her in a constant state of arousal and by early afternoon she pleaded a headache and went home early.

As Lisa unlocked her front door, let herself in she heard silence and thought Tami must have left. She went into the kitchen and got a glass of water and some cookies. Sitting at the little two chair table, that all by itself constituted her dining room, she let her hair down and relaxed. She scooted her chair back, stood, reached under the short skirt she had on and took her panties off. Then she unstrapped her dick and sighed with relief. She stroked herself standing there, and was hard as a steel rod almost immediately. Ahh, after all day, that felt so utterly good. She wrapped her hand around her dick and set back down to finish the last cookie and her water. Finished, still absently stroking herself with one hand, she carried the glass and napkin to the sink and trash. As she walked to the bedroom to change clothes, she couldn't help the shivers of pleasure she was giving herself.

Lisa stepped into the bedroom softly playing with herself, and stopped dead in her tracks. Tami was spread face down on the bed fast asleep. She was still in the Tshirt she went to bed in last night, with no panties, and now the shirt was up around her waist, with her butt blissfully, wonderfully in full view. Her legs were parted, with a knee cocked upward and her pussy once more fully on display. 

God her ass looks really good, Lisa thought, unconsciously still stroking her hardon. Tami's pussy lips pushed out, inviting wandering fingers. and Lisa barely restrained herself. With no hair visible at all, Lisa wondered what it would feel like to run her tongue through those lips, and wondered too what she would taste like. She wanted to reach over and run her hand over that butt, between those butt cheeks, and into the crevice hiding under those pussy lips. Before she could take advantage of the temptations of this luscious, delicious creature, that was tempting her in her own home, she had to know how Tami would feel about her. To know what her reaction to Lisa's dick was going to be. How that was going to be accomplished, without just springing it on her, Lisa had no idea.

Lisa laid down beside Tami and put her hand on her back, under the Tshirt massaging gently up and down her spine, while pressing her hardon down into the bed. She was taking a small liberty with her hand naked next to Tami's skin she knew, but didn't think the Tami she was seeing would mind. 

Tami came awake slowly, stretching and moaned, " Oh that feels so good. Don't you dare stop for at least an hour." She continued to stretch and move sluggishly under Lisa's touch. "Hmmmmmm. Do my legs too?"

Her movements only accentuated the muscles in her butt and legs and made her all the more enticing. She never noticed or maybe just didn't care about her naked array. Tami turned her head so she could see Lisa and smiled. Her pixie looks, uncombed hair and tight little body lit a fire in Lisa's loins.

"Is it after work already? I must have slept most of the day."

"No, I came home early. Thought we'd go shopping for some food and maybe get a movie or something for tonight."

Tami rolled over to face Lisa, and her big Tshirt opened at the neck, exposing most of one of her full breasts, and part of the aureole peaked out.

"Come on, I gotta go pee then we'll get you in some clothes and go out," Lisa said. She covertly grabbed up her straps and panties, and headed to the bathroom to corral the beast.

They got clothes on Tami, and Lisa once again was treated to a full body experience as they accomplished this task. She sighed, knowing something was going to have to done about all this soon. She was going be relegated to jacking off in the shower morning and night if not.

It turned out money wouldn't be a problem for Lisa taking in a new house guest as Tami was as generous with what she had as she was sweet. And sexy too Lisa thought with a grin. They got groceries, rented a video in the same store, and was on their way back home laughing and enjoying each others company. It looked like Tami didn't miss her Sam very much at all. 

She shortly confirmed the way she felt. "Lisa, I'm really having a good time. It's been a while since I've laughed so much. Sammy and I weren't having much fun lately."

"Good. Sounds like you were due some happier times girl," Lisa said. " You look a lot better today than you did last night."

"What does that mean," Tami feigned indignation. 

Lisa rolled her eyes at her, " The smile looks much better than the tears so quit fishing," she said. " You're shameless, you are."

They spent the evening making something to eat and later watching a movie, drinking most of two bottles of wine they bought. Showering and getting in bed was a giggling flesh filled sight and Lisa struggled to maintain her secret, while enjoying Tami's unrestrained body and soul. They finally made it to bed and exchanged kisses before slipping off to sleep. 

Lisa was engorged and pressing hard into the soft buttocks of the wriggling girl as she caressed her breasts and toyed with her nipples. She trailed her lips down her neck, kissing, biting softly and stuck her tongue into her ear, as she felt her squirm under her arms. Then she woke up and almost died of fright. Tami had Lisa's hand trapped over her tit, and with her other hand reached through her crotch to stroke Lisa's dick as it moved against her crack. 

"Don't stop, please don't stop," Tami pleaded. 

Lisa didn't know if Tami was awake or dreaming of Sam but she was willing to oblige her desires. She rolled Tami's tit in her palm and loved the way someone else's tittys felt in her hands. Tami's breasts were large and firm with huge nipples, and Lisa took advantage and pulled the nipple away from her body, stretching it out, then grasping her full tit massaged it, while her dick throbbed in response against Tami's butt. She reached down and slipped her fingers in Tami's crack, slid over her rosebud, eliciting a moan from Tami, and entered her pussy easily through the sopping slit. She drove her finger all the way in, plunged in and out a few times, then pulled out to circle her clit as she bucked on her hand. 

"God, oh God ...fuck me ....please fuck me," Tami begged. 

Lisa still didn't know if Tami knew whose dick she was begging for, but she was willing, no she was positively wanting, to oblige. She gripped her dick and dragged it through the pussy juice in Tami's pussy lips, touching gently on her clit, and placed herself at the entrance to her wet hole. Lisa paused a minute, feeling the warm, wet folds of pussy surrounding her dick, then pushed forward slowly entering the first pussy she and her dick had ever been with. 

"Oh God, Oh God, fuck me, fuck me," Tami chanted and drove herself backward, impaling herself all the way on Lisa. Lisa now had a hand full of tit and engorged nipple, and reached around to flick her other fingers over Tami's clit, as she started rocking and driving her dick into a most wonderful, wet pussy pouch she could imagine.

With a howl Tami came, and as she hunched over the dick filling her up and the hands mauling her nipples and clit, she continued to come, shaking and crying. Lisa came herself then, filling Tami's pussy with her come, and holding her tightly to her as she shuddered and jerked thru the intense contractions.




Lisa



They lay quietly then for just a moment, Lisa still deep in Tami's body. Tami then proved she knew exactly who she'd been fucking as she whirled out of Lisa's grasp, turned to her and went back into her arms, only now face to face her mouth seeking Lisa's. They kissed frantically, trading tongues as their passion ramped back up. Lisa's dick had never gone down, and belly to belly Tami rode her pussy up and down it's length. Their bodies were sweaty and their nipples shot little tingles through them as their tits slid over one anothers.

Lisa lowered her head and captured a hot nipple in her mouth, biting it, sucking on it and reveling in the taste of this girl. Both hands full of titty now, she mauled them in her passionate embrace, as Tami held her head tight to her breasts with both hands. Their loins hunching against one another, they suddenly were joined once again, as Lisa's large dick split Tami's pussy once more.

Tami rolled Lisa over on her back, and was now on top, driving her pussy down onto that fabulous, hard dick. She ground her whole body, pussy to dick, tits to mouth to Lisa's as she started moaning again. She fucked Lisa hard as the wave started again.

"Jesus, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa .....fucckkk meeeeee," she screamed as she was climaxing harder than before.

"Ugh, uhh, uhh," Lisa was incoherent as she hunched her pole up into Tami's hot box. "Godddd, Tami," she stuttered, " you're fucking me ....so..so good!" 

"Come for me, come for me, come on baby," Tami was now pinching Lisa's nipples as she fucked hard against her.

Lisa came again in a blast that drew her whole body into a tight wire as she gripped Tami hard. She pulled her tightly to her, and they were mashing their lips together again. Not caring that they would be bruised tomorrow, by what they were doing to their bodies, they rode the pleasure they were experiencing. 

Tami drew back a little and looked deeply into Lisa's eyes. "Well, girl, I can't think of a better way to find out you've been hiding a dick like that from me all this time."

Lisa, thoroughly satisfied for the first time sexually in her young life, smiled a lazy smile, reached upward suddenly to kiss Tami's nose and said, "I sure glad you like it, but I wish you'd found out sooner." 

She giggled suddenly, and slid her half hard dick slowly back and forth in Tami's drenched pussy. They both shuddered, and slipped skin on skin, through the sweet sweat they trapped between them. Their loins joined in electric sensation, their bellies sliding together; Tami's belly button rings were dragging fire across Lisa's skin. Their nipples topped the sensitive tips of their titty mounds mashed together, as they clenched together in new found heat.

Tami said, "God, I want to taste you, let me," as she pushed away, and slid downward enveloping Lisa's love pole, with her lips toying first with the tip, then sucking her in and sliding on down, until Lisa groaned under the soft, warm mouth giving her the first blowjob she had ever had.

"Oh God Tami, that feels so good. Please, don't stop, don't stop..ahhh," Lisa ran her fingers lightly through Tami's hair, gazing down on the fireball that was doing her like she didn't know she could be done. "Do you like the way your pussy tastes on my dick," Lisa crooned. She trailed her hands, rubbing over Tami's ears and exploring inside, pulling gently on her earlobes and Tami shuddered, biting down with love bites on the tip of Lisa's dick. 

Tami got wetter and Lisa got harder. Lisa rolled her over on her back, spun around, gave her dick back to Tami's mouth and gazed downward into the first pussy she'd ever seen this close up.

"Sweetie, your pussy looks really good. Have you always shaved it that way?" Tami had a thin runway of hair extending right down pointing at her clit. She touched it gently with the tip of her tongue.

Tami was now deepthroating Lisa and neither of them really needed an answer. Lisa caressed Tami's thighs, rubbing softly, fingernails scraping lightly over her skin. She reached under Tami's ass and clutched a firm butt in each hand, as she lowered her face to toy with Tami's clit with her tongue, then with her lips. They rolled on their sides, each totally engrossed in the others body.

Tami was a obviously an experienced and excellent cocksucker, and Lisa simply couldn't keep focused. She raised her head grunting, " Ugh, ugh, ahh, ahh,...Oh god. ..you're so good...so good," as she hunched her dick into Tami's mouth. She exploded yet again and filled Tami's mouth with an amazing amount of cum after coming so much already.

Tami grinned at Lisa's sudden surrender, reached for her breasts and lovingly pulled her nipples making Lisa buck even harder. She enveloped them and massaged them while cleaning the cum from her lovers pole. She gripped Lisa's dick with her hand and stroked the softening hardon slowly. 

"My turn," she said. She rolled Lisa over on her back, flipped back around facing her and started up her body, dragging her dripping pussy over Lisa's stomach, kissing her breasts and then climbed on up onto her face, all the while grinning wickedly down at her.

Lisa was soon smothered in tasty, hot cumming pussy. Everything they had done tonight was a first for her, but all had also been wonderful. Now she was eating pussy. She always dreamed of sucking dick, but this demanding pussy captivating her. She closed her eyes and gave herself over completely to the sensations her tongue, lips and mind were enveloped in. 

Tami was chirping, " Oh, are you sure you've never done this before?" as she put her hands on either side of her captives head and lightly stroked Lisa's face with her pussy lips.

Lisa could only moan in reply. She gripped Tami's butt with both hands, her fingernails causing little points of pain/pleasure, and drew a ragged moan from Tami, as she plunged her tongue deep in her. Licking back out, she lightly teethed the lips of Tami's pussy, biting gently one side and then the other, before using her own lips to capture the bulge of pussy, and pull it out, to let it snap back, only to get another bite and do it again. She reached down and dragged her tongue all the way from Tami's little brown butt hole, up through her wet pussy, to her clit. She sucked it in, nipped it lightly as Tami writhed above her. 

"Ah, Lisa, do it ...there ...do it," Tami hunched Lisa's face as she went downward again, stopping only for a quick dip, deep with her tongue and pulling lips with her teeth again, before dipping all the way underneath Tami's ass. She teased her butt hole and laved her, tonguing her, poking her, until she started shuddering.

"Lisa, I'm gonna come.....I'm gonna come," Tami cried. She grabbed her own breasts, and mauled them as hard as the hands below were clutching her butt cheeks.

Lisa dragged her tongue upward again, and plunged two fingers in Tami's soaked pussy, as she locked on to her clit with her mouth, sucking it in mercilessly as Tami surrendered.

They bucked together, Lisa barely holding on to the climaxing girl in her arms as she came. As Tami's throes quieted somewhat, Lisa slid upward and captured her lips with her own, kissing her fiercely. Tami licked her own juices from Lisa's face, then she smiled and kissed her again. 

As they lay together, their limbs entwined, Lisa told Tami this was her first time. She had been a virgin.

Tami drew her head back in surprise looking into Lisa's eyes and said, " You're kidding me, right?"

"No, I'm not kidding," Lisa said a bit apprehensively. "Not only that, but no one but you knows I have a dick. I've been alone for a since coming here, Tami."

Tami just shook her head. " I know you know I'm no virgin, but Jeez Lisa. I haven't been fucked so thoroughly in a long, long time. If you're this good now, can I come back for more when you really find out how to make love?' She snorted, "Like you don't know now. The main reason I was with Sam was at first his lovemaking was great, attentive and he has a big dick. But Lisa, your's is bigger, and you're waaay lots better. Making love to you was great!"

Lisa bathed in the words that healed her heart, and made her feel good about herself. She'd always loved making love to herself, and now knew what it was like, with a willing, energetic partner. She knew she was lucky, and could have done much worse for her first time.

"Lisa," Tami was suddenly intent. " I'm not really into girls. I like a big, sweaty, sweet hunky guy. But you and I can always be special friends if you want to." She anxiously watched Lisa's face for her reaction. 

Lisa grinned, grabbed Tami's head in both hands and kissed her, delving into her mouth with her tongue. "I'm pretty much of the same mind lady," she said. " I never thought about being with a girl before you came to my door needing a hug. That hug, and your body, wakened desires in me I never knew I had."

"Me too," Tami said. " You're my first girl....well'um ...you know what I mean." She wriggled her eyebrows at Lisa and Lisa lauged out loud. Then there was that wicked look again, " I'm a sexual animal and you still have what I need. Boy, do you! Sounds like a marriage made in hea.....well maybe not in heaven....and maybe not a marriage...but still......"

"Yeah, I think I know what you mean," Lisa said as they rolled to their sides again. She pulled Tami close and buried her nose in her fragrant hair. "Let's get some sleep and explore all this tomorrow." 

As they drifted off, spooned together, Lisa's soft prick nestled up against Tami's back, her hands covered with Tami's own hands, full of Tami's tits, she felt better than she ever had in her life. She hadn't found her soul mate but instead a friend who knew and understood her. At least a little. 

And now she knew the queen size bed for the little room had been the right choice.



Lisa



The notion that any sister will just leap into bed with her brother has never rested easy with me, and those who read my stories will see that I usually weave some kind of tale about how and why such a thing would or could happen. So here's another: a story of unfulfilled love, desire, betrayal and revenge and the consequences of all of that. 

If you want a quick fuck story this isn't it: rather, it builds slowly and develops the characters and, at the end, leads you to where the story goes. I hope more discerning readers enjoy it, and that you'll feel you can leave a comment or two at the end. 

Everyone in the story is over 18, of course, but for those that are squeamish, watch out for the anal action, even if it is virtual. 

H_S October 14.

*******

As we took the lift to the hospital car park I could see she was upset, and I guess I was too. I mean, who wouldn't be when they've just watched their father die, even one as unforgiving as him? She never said anything though - at least, not then. She walked beside me with her head held high and her mouth set in a firm line for all the world like she was feeling good - but her brown eyes were dulled with fatigue and when I put my arm around her I could feel the tension in her body. I squeezed her shoulder and she turned to me with a grateful little smile, and when she spoke her voice was husky with emotion. 

'Let's go home, Michael. It's done now, and he'll never bother us again. Take me home.'

I nodded without speaking and we made our way to the car, watching as she slipped into the seat beside me and buckled her belt, sitting still and silent. I reversed out and headed slowly down the ramps to the exit and then we were out on the open road. In keeping with our sombre mood the sky to the west was leaden - a sullen grey that stretched from horizon to horizon obscuring the sun so that the light was heavy and diffused. Even though it was only two in the afternoon cars had their headlights on, and I could see the little cafes on the sidewalks were taking their chairs inside in preparation for the coming storm. 

'Looks like rain' I said, unnecessarily.

Lisa stirred beside me. 'I guess.'

'I mean heavy rain.'

She leaned forward to look up through the windscreen and I saw a flash of pale satin skin above her collar before the thick mane of dark hair swung forward again to obscure it. The glimpse caused an unexpected twist of emotion in my gut - a sudden memory of that night.

Do you remember, Lisa? Six years ago when you and I were alone in the house, drinking Jim Beam and telling stories as the rain poured down? Remember the conversation we had? A brother and sister talking about our pathetic love lives, who we liked and who we didn't, and who we would fuck if we had a magic wand...drinking from the bottle and whispering our little stories about lost virginity and life and love and sex. By the time we'd done talking there were no secrets left: only the pouring rain and you and me, touching, touching, your lips as soft as gossamer and my fingers on your skin...

I forced the memory from my mind and focused on the road, thinking of the drive ahead. It had been a long time since I allowed myself to remember but I felt the same old pangs of longing. Some things you never forget. 

'Do you think it will be a problem?' she asked.

I shrugged. We had eighty miles to go and the storm was ahead. Lisa lived in Eglington with her husband and I'd have preferred not to stay the night there.

'We'll see.' I turned on the radio. 'Let's hear what they have to say.'

But there was nothing about the weather on the radio and so we headed west toward the storm, the car silent as we each thought our own thoughts, watching as the sky turned from molten pewter to a sort of bruised indigo - heavy and sullen and oppressive. The streets of the outer suburbs were almost deserted now, just the odd person hurrying about with their collars turned up against the spiteful little wind that swirled the dust on the streets and flung leaves and scraps of rubbish into the air. Even the traffic seemed to have disappeared and we drove through empty streets, as if everyone knew that something bad was about to happen and had gone home to shut themselves away. 

The rain started just after Dunmore in a sizzling curtain of grey and white that obscured the road and almost sucked the air out of your lungs. I slowed to a crawl, inching forward though the maelstrom with the headlights and the hazard flashers on, using the edge of the road as a guide. I was aware of Lisa beside me, tense and watchful, leaning forward to peer through the windscreen and I heard her voice thin against the drumming of the rain.

'Pull over, Michael,' she urged. 'We can't drive in this.'

But I couldn't stop. I knew this road and I remembered how it would soon dip into the valley beyond Dunmore, crossing swampy ground intersected by creeks and gullies before it climbed towards the escarpment. There were at least three bridges there - little ones not much higher than the fields on both sides and I thought that if the rain persisted they would soon be overcome. And so we pressed on into the storm, the wipers barely coping with the deluge and the roar of the water almost deafening, creeping forward for what seemed an eternity until we were down in the valley. There was water on the road there, running diagonally across the slick black bitumen and the flood indicators were leaning like drunken men so I couldn't tell how deep it was. I felt the car lurch sideways once or twice and for a heart-stopping moment I thought we were gone, but at last the angle of the road changed and we started to climb towards Thirlmere. 

I could feel Lisa's relief as she sat beside me. 'We have to stop, Michael,' she said again. 'Stop in the next village.'

I nodded. There was another river twenty miles beyond and I wasn't going to risk it again. 'Right.' I glanced across at her. 'We'll try for a room in the pub,' I shouted. 'I don't think we'll make it to your home tonight...are you OK?'

She nodded, although her face was pale and her eyes huge. 'I think so. I'm just tired.'

I reached across and touched her arm, feeling the warmth of her skin through the material of her blouse, and I was rewarded by a thin smile. 'Hang in there, Sis. It won't be long and you can have a rest.'

It took us another forty minutes to reach Thirlmere, a pretty little place when the weather was nice, mainly given to tourism. There wasn't much to it through, and as I drew up outside the pub and saw how many cars were there I wondered if they would have any rooms left. I told Lisa to stay in the car and I dashed inside. The public bar was busy but I pushed my way forward and made eye contact with the publican. I'd spoken to him before once or twice and I could see he recognised me.

'I've got one room left,' he said in answer to my query. 'It's been a bit busy, like, with the rain.' I could see him appraising me, working out if I would be worth a bit more. 'It's the good room, mind,' he continued, 'got its own bathroom and all.'

'How much? If we stay and have a meal as well?'

'Sixty quid.' His eyes were on my face and he read my expression. The sign outside said fifty. 'With breakfast thrown in,' he added hastily, 'but dinner's extra.'

I nodded. It wasn't like we had a lot of choice and he knew that, and besides, I was tired too. The prospect of a hot meal and a decent sleep suddenly seemed wonderful. 'I'll take it,' I said, and I went out into the rain to get Lisa. 

*

I hadn't even asked about the bedding arrangements, and the room turned out to have a double bed and a sagging sofa in the corner. I could see Lisa eyeing it as soon as we entered the room, and I cut short her question.

'It's all they had, Sis. I'll take the sofa.'

She walked over to it. 'Really? If you were a midget that might work.'

'Maybe they'll have a fold up bed then.'

'Whatever.' She moved over to the bed and sat down. 'Lord, I'm tired...I never knew watching someone dying could be so taxing.'

I let that one go. 'You haven't slept properly since yesterday morning. Why don't you have a rest now, and then we'll have dinner.'

'I'm not sure I want any.'

'You need to eat. Besides, I'd like to take my little sister out to dinner...it's been...how long?'

'A long time.' Her eyes were on my face, and I could see that she was uneasy. It had been years since we had been alone together - not since that time. 

'So have a rest now, before we eat. We've got an hour or two.'

She smiled at me gratefully. 'I will, if you don't mind. What will you do?' 

'Have a drink downstairs.'

'Could you wake me at six, then?'

I left her then and wondered downstairs to the bar. The crowd had thinned out, although it was still raining heavily, and I sat chatting to the barman as he poured me a Scotch. 

'I've seen you here before, haven't I?' he asked. He was a heavy-set man with whiskers on his chops and a protruding belly, probably from tasting his wares too much. 

'Yep. I live in Oystermead, but I come through here from time to time on my way to the city. You're well placed for a cup of coffee and a sandwich.'

He nodded. 'I thought I recognised you, although I haven't seen your wife before.'

I realised that he'd mistaken Lisa for my wife, which was understandable - we were about the same age, and she was wearing a wedding ring. We didn't look alike either: Lisa was dark like Dad, whilst I had our mother's fairer hair and grey eyes. I opened my mouth to correct him but realised that I liked the thought of being taken as a couple. She was upstairs in bed and I was down here, but later tonight we'd be sleeping in the same room, and I felt a glow of warmth at the thought. Let people think we were together, just for this one night. 

'No, she doesn't come here often. Her job keeps her busy.'

He nodded again. 'She looked about all in when you arrived.'

'She's just tired. We've had a difficult few days in the city.'

'Right - well, look after her is my advice. She's a good looking girl if you don't mind me saying.' He set my drink down on the polished wooden counter. 'That'll be four pound ninety thanks.'

I waved away the change and he moved away to polish glasses. I sat sipping my drink, thinking about Lisa and what had happened. He was right, she was a good looking girl - good enough to make your mouth water. She'd been nothing special when we were growing up, but one summer I came home from boarding school and she suddenly wasn't the awkward clumsy kid with nobly knees and a flat chest anymore: she'd filled out and her dresses seemed to caress every curve, and the face that I'd thought plain was as pretty as a picture. She had these amazing brown eyes as soft as molten chocolate, bright with intelligence and filled with laughter and compassion - her best feature, really, aside from the shiny lustrous hair that framed a little oval face that was as sweet as a baby rabbit's. But it wasn't just her looks that were arresting: it was her aura - a sort of bubbly effervescence that drew you to her - the feeling that when you were with her life would be filled with fun and laughter. 

Those summer weeks were probably the best time of my life. Each morning she'd appear from her room looking even more delicious than the day before with her long tanned legs and cut off shorts and those soft toffee eyes with their little flecks of gold that sort of drew you into her soul, and a voice as smooth as liquid butter. I found I was resenting time when she wasn't around, and I'd make sure I was there for every minute of her day. I started watching her surreptitiously, loving the way she moved and the things she did, wanting to be close to her - to smell the warm fragrance of her skin, and to hear her laughter. She seemed happy to be with me too, and so we shunned other company and hung out together all though the long sunny weeks of that vacation. 

And then I started dreaming of her at night, alone in my stuffy little room. She'd be leaning over me and smiling down at my face, and her hands were either side of my head and her breasts were hanging down like two luscious melons cupped against the fabric of her blouse. In my dream I'd reach up and touch them, feeling their weight and warmth and the hardness of their nipples in my palms. 

They were the happiest days of my life, I think, and in my ignorance I thought it would never change - but suddenly it did. I sat at that bar with my beer in front of me, and I remembered. 

Mum and Dad had gone out to dinner and we'd come in from a day at the beach. She'd showered and was dressed in a blue dress, loose around her body, and her hair was a shining curtain around her shoulders. 

'What are we going to do?' I asked. 

She shrugged. 'I don't know. How about a game of cards?'

And so we sat on the sofa and played cards and the level in the Bourbon bottle dropped, and we spoke more freely and laughed just a bit louder at each other's jokes. She had her legs up on the sofa, long shapely legs sort of folded underneath her, with the dress rucked up in her lap. I could see the satin skin of her inner thighs, reaching upwards to a mysterious pool of shadow at their juncture. God, she was gorgeous! How would I ever find another girl like this?

'It's been a good summer, Lisa,' I said softly.

'Mmmm.'

'Being with you, I mean. You made it special.'

'Thanks. You too. Being with you was special too.'

There was a moment of silence and I regarded her, not wanting the thread of this conversation to end. 

'If you could wave a magic wand, who would you like to be with now?' I asked.

'I'm with him already.'

'No, I mean someone else. Anyone at all.' 

'Shit, I don't know. Um, Chris Hemsworth, maybe.'

'Really? Why him?'

'Because he's ...ah, cute.'

'How cute?'

Her eyes met mine across the table, the dark pupils dilated by drink and she giggled softly. 'Cute enough for me to give him a really good time.'

A vision of her moving on top of him entered my mind. Breasts full and heavy, swaying slightly as she lifted and fell, the nipples stiff and pink. Her bottom lip held between her teeth and her eyes closed as she savored the sensation of being filled. I wondered how many guys she'd been with and a sudden pang of jealously surged through me. My little sister, fucking other men. It didn't seem right. 

'How about you?' she asked. 'Who would you like to be with, Mike?'

'The chick from Game of Thrones...you know, the one who plays Daenerys Targaryen? I'd like to meet her.'

'Why? What's so good about her?' 

'She's stunning. Dark hair, gorgeous skin. Beautiful face, hair, eyes, lips. One of those girls that turns you on from the moment you see her...and nice tits, too.'

'Would you...fuck her?'

I laughed. 'In a heartbeat. 'Till her eyes popped out. What about you?'

'I doubt it. She doesn't sound my type.'

'No, I mean, who would you shag?' I regarded her for a moment. 'No, that's too easy. 'Who have you shagged?'

Lisa's eyes moved to my face. 'Wow,' she said. 'That's a leading question. How long have you got?'

'I'll tell you if you tell me,' I said. 'The first you ever had.'

'Michael, I'm not sure -'

'Go on. It'll be fun.'

For a few moments I thought she was going to refuse, but then she nodded. 'You first then.'

I sat back, thinking for a moment. How much detail should I tell her? Lisa wasn't prudish but I didn't want to turn her off. 

'So?' she urged. 'Who was your first?'

'Phillipa Boswell. What about you?'

She laughed, a brief tinkling sound. 'Not so easy, buster! Tell me about it. Was she any good?'

'Well, you'd remember Pip?'

Lisa screwed her face up, thinking back. 'Red head...thin - nice smile. Grade 12?'

'That's the one. I found out afterwards she was working through all the guys in the class.'

'So she should have been good, right?'

'Apparently she went for quantity not quality. It was like rooting a dry well.'

Lisa laughed again, her eyes bright. 'So you like your women wet, Michael! What else was wrong with her?'

I thought back for a moment. 'She didn't move or make a sound,' I said. 'Not one. I was there doing all the grunting and groaning and she just lay there until I'd finished...and then she got up and said 'See you later', or something like that, and left with her knickers in her hand. I felt like...I was just another notch on the bedstead.'

'Poor baby.' Lisa reached out and touched my arm, her fingers warm on my skin. 'So you like noisy, wet, wriggling women.' She stared at me a moment, thinking back. 'Mine wasn't much better.'

'Who was he?'

'Actually, it was Jimmy Witts.'

'Jesus! Jimmy Witts!' I paused for a moment. 'Did you know he was Sarah Witts' half brother?'

'Half brother? What's that got to do with -'

'He was a half Witt.'

Lisa laughed at my joke. 'That's shit! Bet you didn't think he got into my pants, though.'

'Christ, no! Wasn't he that little guy with goofy teeth? What the hell caused you to hit on him?'

'I heard some of the girls saying how great he was in the sack. Apparently he had a big...thing, and knew how to use it. It was more peer pressure than anything else. Something to tell the other girls about.' 

I stared at her, imagining her on her back with Jimmy Witts on top, her hands guiding him inside and her long, golden legs curled over his back and her cunt stretched around his thick, slippery shaft. The image excited me despite myself, and my cock stiffened in my pants. 

'We were in the back of his car,' she continued, 'and the seat smelled of dust and old leather, and there were empty Maccas containers all over the floor. It hurt when he first went in, but he didn't seem to care. He wanted to...cum into me but I told him not to. I wasn't on the pill or anything so I told him to stop. I finished him by hand, eventually.'

'That doesn't sound like much fun.'

She smiled. 'I guess not, looking back. I didn't have much to compare it to.'

'And now?'

Lisa laughed. 'Now? Well, I do alright.'

'I bet you do.' I drained my drink and there was silence for a few moments. We'd never spoken about sex before and I realised that the whole atmosphere in the room had changed: a sort of tension, as if we'd crossed into new territory and neither knew where it would take us. I glanced at her and she met my eyes, her face flushed and her eyes bright. 

'Do you like doing it?' I asked.

'Sure.'

'Why?'

Lisa shrugged. 'The same reason you do, I suppose - it feels good.' A sideways glance. 'Girls get horny too, you know.'

'I'm sure they do.'

'Especially me.' She paused a moment, thinking, trying to find the right words. 'But its more than that - it's about the power you have over guys, you know, whether you decide to fuck them or not and whether you'll let them ejaculate inside you... and then, when you do, there's sensation of being taken - of being possessed. You know, like... um, subjugated.  The female being dominated by the male.' She shook her head. 'Sounds like conflicting views, I know - on the one hand being in control and then being possessed.'

'Really? I never thought I'd hear you say you like being a possession.'

'No, I didn't mean that I like being owned. I mean the whole sex thing. The woman can be as domineering as she likes but once the guy's inside her she's always the one who's being fucked. She's the one who's taking it, who has to accept his seed into her body.'

'And you like that?' I could feel my cock throbbing, pressing hard against my jeans. 

'Yeah...yeah. God, why am I telling you this?' She glanced at me and I could see she was aroused, wanting to tell me but worried about what I'd think. Worried she was going too far.

'So you like it,' I said softly. 'Tell me why, Lisa, and I'll tell you about the time I fucked Sarah Calthorpe in the ass.'




Lisa



I could see my words strike home. There was a flare of lust in her eyes at the thought of me sinking my cock into her friend's bowels, and her voice was husky and hesitant. 'I... I love the feeling of being taken,' she whispered. "Having someone inside me, doing what he wants, stabbing me, using me... squirting inside me -' she broke off suddenly, and gave a little self-conscious laugh. 'Christ - I'm getting horny just thinking about it.'

'Not as much as me.'

Her eyes flickered back to my crotch, lingering on the shape of my cock pressed against the denim. Her tongue flicked over her lips leaving them wet and shining.

'Have you ever done more than one person?' she asked.

'You mean at the same time - like a threesome?'

'Yeah.'

I shook my head. 'Only in my dreams. I'd imagine two tight little nubile chicks over me like a rash...bending over, taking turns. I'd like to -' 

'I nearly did, once' she interrupted. 

'What!? When -'

'A couple of months ago...when you were away. I met them at the pub - an Irish guy and his brother - Jesus, they were gorgeous! Just their accents made me want to bend over.' I could see she was thinking back, remembering. 'You know how it is when you just click with someone? Well, it was like that...a few laughs, a few jokes...just innocent stuff to begin with but then they started telling me how they shared things...shared everything, they said, and they made it clear that included women.'

'Christ, Lisa. I didn't know you were into that stuff.'

She smiled. 'As it turns out, I wasn't...but I don't mind telling you I was tempted.'

'Perhaps you should have done it then.' I could feel a tightness in my belly at the thought of my sister fucking two guys, and I felt my cock throbbing. 

Lisa shrugged. 'Maybe. I'll never know. And maybe I'll regret it one day, when I'm married and wondering where the magic of my sex life went.' She laughed softly. 'I guess the moral of the story is that you should seize the chance because it may never come again.'

'So what would you have done if you'd gone with them?'

'Everything' she whispered. 'I would have used very orifice I had. There wasn't anything we couldn't have tried.' She closed her eyes, thinking about it and her fingers crept below the hem of her skirt. 

'Tell me what the best bits would have been,' I said. My mouth was dry. 

'The best bits?' She thought for a moment. 'I guess it would have been never knowing who was going to do what to you next...one moment there would be a cock inside my pussy and I would just getting used to it and then the other one would suddenly slide into me somewhere else and there'd be a whole new sensation.' She stopped suddenly and closed her eyes and her hand moved against herself, pressing up under her skirt, lifting the hem so I could see her little white panties. Her fingers were rubbing against them, moving rhythmically, and her breath hissed through her lips for a moment at the intensity of the sensation. 'I could have been a slut for the night,' she continued, and her voice was low and husky, filled with imaginings. 'Fucking two guys...and I didn't even know their names. Can you imagine how much fun I could have had?'

I envisaged Lisa's slim body, moving in slow motion as the two men took her. The glorious mane of hair swirling about her face and her breasts swinging rhythmically. Her mouth full of cock, slippery wet, dripping spit and love juice, and her body twitching as the other guy pumped into her. Her cunt stretched and her eyes suddenly wide as one of them took her in the ass. 

'Jesus, I wish I'd been one of them.' My voice was thick with longing.

Lisa opened her eyes, the lids heavy and hooded, and I could see the flare of interest in them. 'What would you have done, Mike?' she whispered, 'If you'd been there? Tell me.'

'Joined in. I'd have joined in.' I watched her fingers pressing against her sex, lifting the gusset aside. A glimpse of dark curls in the shadow, gleaming wet; oozing, dripping. I could smell her, too - the sweet odour of her warm, aroused sex, thick in my nostrils. My cock was so hard I thought it would burst. God, she was beautiful! My beautiful little sister, talking to me about fucking. Playing with her tight little pussy right in front of me, with her eyes full of desire. All my dreams coming true. 

'Would you, Michael?' she whispered. 'Would you have joined in?'

'God, yes. In a heartbeat.'

'Tell me,' she demanded. Her eyes were still on my face, the pupils dilated with booze and lust. 'Tell me how you would have fucked me.'

The picture in my brain shifted - her and me, just the two of us. Lisa on her knees, hair loose around her shoulders and the satin gloss of her skin shining in the flickering firelight as she looked over one shoulder. My delicious little sister with her knees apart and her buttocks thrust back, each cheek firm and clearly defined: perfect globes of warm, living flesh, framing the thick wet lips of her sex. My knob against them, rubbing, the tip burrowing between them to enter her tight little body. I imagined the rubbery grip of her vulva as I entered her. So fucking tight. 

'Doggie,' I whispered. 'I'd fuck you doggie first...on your knees, bending over, taking me into your body. Christ, you'll be so tight! Fucking my sister.' 

Lisa's breath hissed briefly at the image and her fingers rummaged deeper. I could hear the soft wet noise of her sex as she frigged herself, and her eyes on my crotch again to see the outline of my cock stretching the front of my jeans. I wondered if she noticed how I'd changed the tense. Not talking about what I would have done, but what I'd like to do. 

'God yes...oh, yes, I'd like that, Mike,' she whispered. 'More... uh, tell me more. Touch your prick. Do it for me.'

I imagined my fingers easing aside the firm round globes of her ass, watching as my cock burrowed into her: the tight ring of her cunt stretched around me, oozing white cream as I fucked her. My knob huge and purple, disappearing up towards her belly. In my mind I touched the tight crinkled portal to her bowels and she twitched and moaned underneath me. 

'I'm so fucking deep, Lisa. Can you feel me inside you? You're creaming me, and I've got my fingers in your ass. Fucking you...so deep. Jesus...you're so tight.' I reached down and unzipped myself, shucking open the belt and drawing out my shaft. A dribble of lubricant oozed from the tip, gleaming softly in the light, and I began to stroke it. 

With a little cry Lisa flung herself at me, her lips pressing against mine. Her hands cupped my face and I could smell the delicious fragrance of cunt on her fingers. She thrust her tongue into my mouth and her teeth nibbled at my lips and she moaned into my mouth. My hands were on her waist, acknowledging the firmness of her flesh and the smooth curves of her hips, and I pulled her on top of me, feeling her weight, feeling how she moulded to me. Ah, Jesus God! My cock pressed against her mound, her body wriggling seductively, and then she lifted her mouth from mine and stared down at my face with her eyes dark with desire. 

'So you would have fucked me, would you, big brother?' she whispered. 'Put your hard cock into your sister's pussy? Tut, tut! Nice brothers don't do that.' She shook her head and the curtain of glossy scented hair brushed over my face. 'Are you a nice brother, Michael, or can you be bad?' Her hips moved in a hard little circle, rubbing against me, pressing down on the logjam in my pants, and she giggled softly. 'Would you have fucked me?' she said. 'Would you?' 

The last two words hung on her lips and I glanced at her sharply. Were they part of our fantasy talk or an invitation? Her eyes were on mine but they were inscrutable, the pupils dark as obsidian. For a few moments we stared at each other and then her fingers slid over my belly to grasp my shaft, and she moaned again in her throat - a little purring sound like a cat. 'So would you fuck me, Michael?' she asked again.

I pulled her head down and our mouths met again. Kisses as hot as coals - her lips burning, pressed hard against mine, her tongue playing, slippery and urgent, pressing into my mouth. She moaned again, deep in her throat. 'Ah, Jesus,' she whispered. 'Fuck, Michael...what are we doing?' and her mouth pressed against mine again before I could answer. My senses were full of her: the taste of her mouth and the way she moved against me, breasts pressed hard against my chest and her hips undulating in a parody of the act. God I needed her! The time for talking was done and so I reached up and pulled her dress over her head and her breasts sprang free, the tips thick and stiff, and they swung languorously as she moved. Her nipples were as hard as pebbles and I sucked them, one and then the other, nibbling at them like ripe raspberries in my mouth. Ah, Lisa, Lisa! Your tits in my mouth and your hand on my cock and your lips crushed against mine, and only the gossamer threads of your little white panties between my straining cock and your grasping little cunt! A wave of white hot desire surged through me, a desperate need to be inside her - to feel the cloying grasp of her pussy as it stretched around my shaft. God help me, I was going to fuck my sister. 

But she wanted to play first. She suddenly slid back along the sofa and her hands seized me, lifting the shaft. Her hands so small and white against the swollen flesh. Fingers curled around me, grasping, squeezing. She watched with hooded eyes as a fresh dribble of juice oozed from the tip and she moaned at the sight, and as I watched she bent and took me into her mouth. 

How many times have I remembered that moment? A million, perhaps? The indescribable feeling of her warm, wet lips engulfing my knob, gripping it as it popped into her mouth - and then the long glide upwards into the narrow confines of her throat. I'd made out with a few girls in my time but none even came close to the sheer fucking eroticism of watching my cock slip into my sister's face. I could see her lips stretched around me and the beads of spit and love juice oozing at their corners, and her Adam's Apple moving - gulping, almost, as she tried to take the full length. I remember staring down at her, trying to capture the little snapshots of what she was doing: how she turned her face slightly as my cock slid out so the soft inside of her cheek rubbed against me; the way her lips gripped the bulbous head for a moment before it bobbed free; how small her fingers looked, curled around the base; and how she flicked her tongue over the stretched, purple flesh before opening her mouth to engulf me again. 

And all the time her calm brown eyes were on mine, watching, watching as I gasped and groaned at the exquisite sensation, a gleam of laughter in their toffee-coloured depths at the thought of how easily she'd taken control. I'm usually the bossy one but suddenly it all changed. I was putty in her hands - a complete puppet, twitching and groaning as her mouth and lips and little white teeth worked on me. I remember telling her how great it was, how much pleasure I was getting, and how I loved her...but she didn't answer. How could she, with her mouth full of my cock? In the soft light from the coffee table lamp she looked so beautiful, crouching over me with her hair around her face and her slim body rocking back and forth. I wanted to fuck her then, but I couldn't stop what she was doing for a single moment, and so she took me to where she wanted to go. 

The need to cum started deep in my balls, a tingle at first, and then a tightening ache, spiraling upwards like the birth of a tsunami: like the ocean being sucked back off the beach to gather into a growing, uncontrollable force. I groaned at the sensation and my hands reached up to pluck at her head, and my voice was broken. 

'Jesus, Lisa...ah, fuck! I'm close...God - stop! I'll cum into your mouth. Stop -'

But she didn't. Her tongue swirled around the head as it slid back and forth in her mouth, and her eyes were on mine, willing me to fill her, waiting for the storm. Her fingers tightened on the base of my rod, gripping hard, and the spiral of my pleasure grew, spinning upwards, seizing my mind and my senses until there was nothing else except my cock and the soft, wet warmth of her mouth sucking me into the back of her throat. 

The heat and the tightness suddenly tripped me over the edge and I came. The soft subdued lighting in the room flared brightly, a searing white that illuminated every detail of her face, shot through with flashes of bright colour as my brain exploded in ecstasy. The first surge of cum burst into her mouth, a fountain of hot salty fluid spraying into her, coating the walls of her mouth, and I heard her cry out in surprise. She jerked my cock free and a second jet splattered over her face - a long streak of opal over the smooth golden skin of her cheek and the dark pool of one eye; and then a third, even stronger, streaking over her forehead to lie in sparkling creamy drops in her thick mane of hair. It seemed to go on and on, and I saw how she moved my shaft over her face and how the long ribbons drenched her mouth and cheeks and nose, gathering in long ropes on her chin, mixing with the dribble of jism leaking from her open lips. 

And at last the storm ended and colour and form returned, and Lisa was silent, staring into the room with her mouth open, an expression of shock on her face. I could see traces of my sperm on her lips and tongue, and the shiny enamel of her teeth was dulled by it. Globs of cum were caught in her hair like glistening pearls, and a rope of jism hung from her chin like bizarre jewelry, spinning slowly, shining in the light. Jesus...the light! A hard, bright light that filled the room where before there had been only the soft glow of a table lamp; and Lisa was captured in its glare like a deer in the headlights of a hunters truck, her eyes shocked and staring and her mouth agape as she stared across the room towards the door.

And in that instant of awareness I heard the sudden gasp behind me and I knew, beyond any shadow of doubt, that it was them...my parents - our parents, home early; and that nothing, nothing in the whole world would ever make them understand what they had just seen. I knew, without even looking, what the expression on my mother's face would be - horror and disgust and loathing as she'd watched her daughter with her mouth stretched around her son on her sofa, in her house, and his rampant cock spraying and splattering long jets of scalding seed over her little girl's eager face. 

And there was nothing I could do. Lisa leaped off me and ran from the room, her breasts bobbing and a strange keening sound coming from her mouth, and I just lay there, knowing that nothing would ever be the same again. I tried to sink into the sofa. I prayed to God to swallow me up into the earth, but of course He didn't, and I heard the heavy footsteps of my father as he strode towards me to throw me out - this interloper in his house, as yet unrecognized; and I watched as he realised who and was, and his world collapsed.

A sudden shout of laughter disturbed my thoughts and I looked over at the group sat near the window beyond the bar. Four younger people, eighteen or nineteen perhaps, their faces happy and shining. I doubted if they had ever been burdened with shame and disgrace as we had been - why should they have been? It had been six years since that day, but it had changed everything. Six years of exile from love and respect and, for me at least, six years of worrying about Lisa, hoping that she could forgive me for what I'd done. 

I picked up my beer and sipped it, thinking about her lying asleep not far from where I sat. For the first time in six years we would spend the night together under one roof with no other family around. I thought of the double bed and how nice it would be to spoon up to her, to kiss the back of her neck and perhaps do more, but I knew the chances of that were zip. At least I'd be able to speak to her, which was more than had happened in the last six years. It wasn't that she'd avoided me or anything: she was just - well, distant,  I suppose. As if she'd built this fucking great emotional wall between us that filtered out anything remotely intimate. 

I wondered too about her husband, Chris. He seemed a nice enough guy, if you liked them vanilla with the personality of a doorknob. She'd met him a year or so after that night and it had been a whirlwind romance and a quick wedding. God knew if they were happy - she never said much about him and there didn't seem to be any magic in the union. I sometimes thought that she'd married him just to get away, to put another wall between the present and the past. Walls behind walls...there didn't seem much hope of ever getting close to her again.

And then the barman came over and gave me the phone, and it was Lisa telling me she was awake. 

*****************

Hannah Rosenberg awoke to the front door slamming as her husband left for work. She often reminded him to be quiet but somehow he always forgot, and so every morning the bedroom reverberated and the pictures hung crooked on the walls until she dutifully straightened them before going downstairs.

Hannah lay in the warmth of her bed for a few minutes, thinking fondly of him. Her parents had moved to Eglington when she was just six, taking a vacant house in a leafy street not far from the centre of town. The house opposite was bigger than theirs with a large sign on the front gate: Benjamin J. Rosenberg, Plumber and Gasfitter and within a few weeks the Solomons and the Rosenbergs became firm friends because they were neighbours and of the same church, and each had a single child. 

And so little Hannah Solomon had grown up with Gideon Rosenberg - a pale and rather shy boy three years her senior who was socially stunted by the cloying love of his over-protective mother to the point where he was devoid of any friends. The introduction of the dark-eyed little waif into his life was welcome, and they became inseparable to the point that everyone knew they were destined for one other. 

Gideon qualified as a plumber not long after his 20th birthday and they were married soon afterwards. Ben Rosenberg's present was to make his son a partner in his business and to lend him the company van for their honeymoon and Ruth Rosenberg presented Hannah with a croqueted christening gown in a not-so-subtle hint of what she expected of the union; and after a flurry of hugs and tearful farewells the young couple disappeared for three days to a quiet holiday resort not far from where they lived. 

Hannah smiled when she remembered the first night of their married life. She had been nervous, of course, but it quickly became evident that Gideon was equally so. The brief coupling that consumed their virginities was awkward, but had gradually improved so by the time they came home each wore a glow of sexual awareness. Now, just a year later, Gideon had developed to the point where he was aggressive in his bedroom activity and Hannah, who was naturally passive, was beginning to wonder where it would end. 

But she was happy. Gideon was a hard worker and planned to do much with his life, and if the cost was long working hours and a little worry about his sexual appetite, wasn't it all worth it? The deposit for their first house was growing and they had talked about starting a family in the New Year, and Hannah had a part time job in the newsagent that paid enough for the groceries. Sometimes Gideon didn't get home until late and so she'd recently started studying in the evening with the hope of becoming a Pharmacist, and she knew with absolute certainty that their lives were on the right road and success and comfortable living would follow. 




Lisa



She climbed out of bed and slipped on her dressing gown and went downstairs to the little kitchen to prepare her breakfast: a bowl of light cereal and a coffee, and she carried them to the table where she would eat and watch the morning news. She saw Gideon's cell phone almost at once and realised that he would need it for his work; and so she picked it up and took it to the hallway ready for when he came back. 

If the message had not come in at that moment, she would never have found out. She would have put the phone on the hall table and eaten her breakfast and gone upstairs to shower and change, smiling at his uncharacteristic forgetfulness; and by the time she came downstairs he would have collected it. But it chirped in her hand and the screen lit up and she could not help but look. A single message lay in the inbox:

Alone 2day. Can u help a lady in need? 

The letters leapt out of the little glowing screen as if they were six foot tall and Hannah's heart lurched, as if someone had punched her in the gut. The phone told her the caller's name was Judy and the emoticon was a smiling face blowing kisses, and suddenly she knew her world would never be the same again. 

She carried the phone to the kitchen and sat at the little table, her mind racing. Surely there was a simple explanation: it was a client who needed his professional help...a burst pipe or a leaking tap, perhaps. A woman just like her, waiting to get to work but with a disaster that needed a plumber to fix it. But the words were damning...alone today...alone today. No client would ever say that.

Hannah tried to quell the racing of her heart and think logically. She knew he would be back soon, running into the door in a flap to find his phone, his face red because he was now late for work. She accessed his address book and scrolled through it quickly, scanning the names. Many were people she knew or were businesses he used: JK Plumbing... Bunnings... Pipeworkz... Reece. But in the list were names she didn't know - women's names characterised by a single word: Cassie, Dora, Judy, June. Names of clients of a different kind, names that hinted of shame and betrayal; names that took her heart and wrung it until it bled drops of living blood in her heaving chest. 

With trembling fingers Hannah returned to the original message and entered a reply. Sure. What did you have in mind today? An innocuous reply but enough to draw out more, if there was more to hear. She pressed the send button and waited. 

The reply was all that she had feared, and with trembling hands she set the phone down and stared at the screen. 

Everything, just like before. Kids gone by 9. I'll be upstairs naked. J xx

With a sinking heart Hannah typed another message, a collective one to the other girls in the address book: something that would tell her whether she should worry about them too - although, God knows, she had enough already. Her fingers hovered over the send button before pressing it. 

Within an hour she knew beyond a shadow of doubt that her husband was a serial womanizer who had taken advantage of the lonely housewives available on his calls. She knew who he did and when, and she had a good idea of what he did to them too. And so she erased her messages and left the phone for him as she had found it, and she went to work and thought of what she might do to pay him back. 

******

I expected Lisa to be up, but she didn't answer the tap on the door so I opened it quietly and stepped into the room. She was still in bed with her back to me and I stood for a moment looking at her. The room was dim: only the fading daylight from the little window illuminating it - a dull, grey light diffused by the rain streaking the window... but it was enough to see the spread of her hair against the white sheets and the shape of her body under the covers. 

I crossed the room and sat on the far side of the bed, and she smiled at me: a small smile, but more than I'd seen in a while. 

'Put the light on, if you like,' she said. 

I clicked on the little bedside lamp and the room was illuminated in a soft glow, the shadows retreating to the corners of the room. 

'You look cosy,' I said. 'Did you sleep?'

She nodded. 'Yes. I didn't expect to, but I dropped off straight away. How long have I been out?'

'A couple of hours.'

'God. I feel drugged. Better, though. I feel...better.'

'That's good.' I reached forward and brushed a comma of dark hair from her forehead. 'Do you feel up to a bite to eat?'

Lisa nodded. 'God, yes, I'm famished.'

'Good,' I repeated. 'I've made a booking for seven. 'Is that OK?'

'Sure.' She regarded me, her eyes calm. The dark bruises had faded from under her eyes and she looked more rested than any time over the last week. 'Is it still raining?' she asked at length. 

'Yep. Pretty much non-stop. Not as heavy as before, but still full-on.'

'Do you think we'll get out of here tomorrow?'

'Only if it stops raining. There's a couple of creeks between here and your place that will take a while to go down. Are you in a hurry to get home?'

She shook her head. 'Not at all. I told work I'd be away for a week at least.'

'What about Chris? Won't he be expecting you?'

'Not really.' Her eyes slid away from mine. 'He's...away at the moment.'

'Really? Where?' I'd never known him to be away. Chris was the original Eglington Troll - born there, lived there, worked there and, I had no doubt, would die there. Even though there was two-thirds of fuck all in the place, even on a good day. 

'With work. A work thing.' Lisa said. The tone of her voice suggested she didn't want to talk about it. 

'Ah...well,' I glanced at my watch. 'We've got about an hour before dinner. I need to make a few calls, if you don't mind. If you want to use the bathroom first I could come back at - say, half past? Is that OK?'

She nodded. 'Sure.'

'Right.' On impulse I leaned forward and touched her face lightly. 'I'm glad you're feeling better, Lisa,' I said softly. 'I've been worried about you.' My fingers rested gently over her cheek and I could feel the glossy warmth of her skin. 

For a moment there was a look of tenderness in her eyes but then her expression changed and she pulled away.

'I'm fine,' she said. 'You shouldn't worry.'

'Sometimes it's nice to have someone care.' 

'Really?' she whispered. 'I guess I'd forgotten.'

*

The little dining room was crowded and noisy, but the young waitress showed us to a small table under the window in a relatively secluded corner of the room. She lit the candle and handed us a menu each. 'Do you want more drinks first?' she asked. 'I'll bring them and find out what's left on the menu.'

I ordered two more whiskeys and watched my sister as she settled herself and looked around the room. She'd put on a little black dress that hugged her curves and she'd spent time on her make up.

'You look good, Lisa.' 

'Thank you,' she said. 'I wasn't expecting to socialise and only threw this dress in at the last moment. Does it look OK?'

'It's sensational.'

'You're just saying that because you're my brother.'

'Actually I'm not. You do look good, trust me. As a red blooded male I'm qualified to judge.'

Lisa nodded without responding but looked pleased. 'It's been a while since I went on a date,' she said at length.

'Is that what this is?'

'Well - no, but you know what I mean.'

'So doesn't your husband take you out?'

'Sure - but that's not a date either. Mostly it's to the local pub if we can't be bothered to cook at home. We don't dress up for that.'

'Doesn't he cook?'

She shook her head. 'I do everything in the house and he brings in the money.'

'But don't you work as well?'

'Yeah, but apparently that's not the same.' She shrugged. 'You get into a routine...it's not a big deal.' She looked around the room. 'Interesting crowd in here.'

'I noticed when I came in - half local, half rich kids.'

She smiled. 'And us. We don't fit either category.'

'No. A couple of outcasts. I...ah, here's the waitress. Have you chosen what you want?'

'A steak will do me. Medium - with salad.'

The girl brought our drinks and I watched as she carefully wrote our order down before scurrying away. I raised my glass to Lisa. 

'Well, here's to us. To happier times.' 

She sipped her Scotch and regarded me for a moment. 'Did you mean what you said?'

'About happier times? Absolutely.'

'No... about being outcasts.'

'We've been outcasts for six years, Lisa.'

Her eyes flickered over mine. 'I figured it was only me who thought that.'

'Really? We were both punished, you know, one way or the other. No doubt our dear parents thought it was character-building, but for me it just sucked.' I sipped my drink. 'You know, I've thought all these years that you blame me for what we did.'

Lisa stared at me. 'I've never blamed you for one moment,' she said simply 'I wanted it as much as you - perhaps even more.' She shook her head to emphasise the point. 'No, it wasn't you...it was them. The way they punished us... it was like having this constant shadow hanging over us...watching everything we did or said, where we went and who we met. I sometimes used to wonder how they did that - you know, it wasn't like we were kids anymore. I used to dream about telling them to fuck off and let us live our lives, but I never did.' She smiled ruefully. 'I guess parental authority is deep rooted.'

'But getting married must have helped.'

'I suppose.' She laughed. 'Do you remember the wedding? Mum wouldn't let me invite more than five people so she could watch us and even then she wouldn't leave me alone with you for one second. Even going down the aisle she followed us. She must have thought you were going to leap out of the congregation to jump my bones.'

I laughed with her. 'Dad watched me like a hawk too. I had that skinny girl with me - what was her name? Cindy? Cynthia? Whatever. I think he figured she was just a cover and I was secretly planning to drag you to into the transept for a quick blowjob or something. If it weren't so tragic it would have been funny. They were pretty sad people.'

Lisa took another sip of her drink. 'We should have done it, you know.'

'Done what?'

'A blow-job in the church. You did owe me one.'

The vision of Lisa's face with my cum dripping over it suddenly popped into my mind. I'd often wondered what would have happened if the parents hadn't come home...would it have stopped with my eating her out, or would it have gone even further? She'd been ready, that was for sure, and I had been too. And if we'd done it, how would it have changed our lives? Would we have lost those six years? Would we be apart or together?

Lisa's voice interrupted my thoughts. 'So what are you thinking?'

'I was wondering how our lives would have been different if they hadn't come home that night.'

She nodded. 'I sometimes wonder that too. I doubt I'd have married Chris, for a start.' 

'Really?'

'I think so. I guess he was just an easy way to get the hell out of home, you know...so I took it. I was young and stupid then.'

'But you're happy now, aren't you?'

She caught the waitress's eye to order another round of drinks and waited until they arrived before she spoke again. 'I guess a better word would be to say I'm content. I know he's not the most exciting guy in the universe and we have our ups and downs but he's honest and hard working and I won't cheat on him.'

'I'm glad to hear that.' I wasn't, but it seemed a good thing to say.

'Are you? I got the impression you didn't care for him much.' 

I shrugged. 'I don't mind him, but we really don't have much in common. And he took my little sister away.'

She laughed. 'Somebody was always going to do that. We couldn't have spent the rest of our lives together.'

'Maybe not. But we were pretty close, Sis. Do you remember how we used to do everything together? You and I were inseparable, and I've never found anybody to replace that. I sort of figured Chris filled that space for you, and I was jealous...I am jealous.'

Lisa sat back in her chair and regarded me. 'Well, well! I would never picked that,  Mr. Roberts. You, jealous? I didn't think you had a jealous bone in your body!'

'Jealous is good. It means I care for you a lot...maybe more than anyone else.'

Her expression softened. 'That's a really sweet thing to say - and you're right, we haven't seen much of each other in the last few years but you shouldn't take that as meaning anything...it was just the way it was.' She lapsed into silence and I could see her thinking, wondering if she should say more, wondering if it was better left unsaid. 'You know we've never spoken of that night,' she continued suddenly, 'but I want you to know I've never forgotten it.'

'But do you regret it?' I asked softly.

Her eyes met mine, lingering for a moment while she thought about the answer. 'Never,' she said. 'At least, not insofar as what we did. I regret our parents treated us like shit for the next six years, and I regret a bunch of things that happened because of that...but I've never been sorry for doing it, not for one moment.'

'To be fair, it must have been a hell of a shock seeing us like that.'

Lisa shrugged. 'Maybe, but they took a sledgehammer to our lives and there was no need. They turned into truly miserable people whose only joy was to make our lives miserable too.' She took a mouthful of her drink and I could see her thinking, remembering. 'When Mum died I thought things might change, you know, but they didn't. Pa was just as bad...worse, maybe.' She shook her head. 'How did he do that, Mike? How could one miserable old bastard cast such a shadow on our lives?' 

'Stuffed if I know. I ask the same question myself.'

'I'm glad he's gone!' she said. She stared at me almost defiantly as if she expected me to challenge her words, but I didn't and her voice changed. 'If only they could have seen that night for what it was,' she said. 'None of what happened would have been necessary.'

'So what was it, Lisa?'

She took another mouthful of whiskey whilst she considered the question. 'I was a pretty bad girl in those days you know, and I don't mind admitting it. I liked guys and I liked what they did to me. I could have filled a book with my escapades.' She giggled softly. 'In fact I did...I had a diary, full of interesting little stories. If they'd found that they would have had something to be pissed about. Maybe I'll show it to you one day, when we're old and grey.' She regarded me almost shyly. 'But with you - with you it was much more than that.' Her eyes flickered over mine, the irises like warm chocolate. 'I would have gone the whole way, you know. I couldn't wait to get you inside me.' 

'You weren't bothered about me being your brother?'

'No more than you were bothered about me being your sister.' She smiled. 'The sibling thing was part of the excitement, you know. The thrill of doing the forbidden. It's like shagging your best friend's husband whilst you're on the phone to her talking about going shopping.' She looked at me, her eyes bright. 'But I guess if I was honest it was more than that. It was -' she broke off as the waitress appeared with our meals and we waited in silence whilst she served us. 

'So you were saying?' I asked, after she'd gone. 

Lisa picked up her fork and regarded the steak on her plate. 'You were special,' she said, simply. 'You were you. I can't say more than that.'

'So special that you ran off and got married and hardly spoke to me for four years?'

'It just happened, Mike. Don't take it personally.'

We ate for a while, each thinking of the past but afraid to talk about the future. Perhaps that had been the problem all along - that and the business of getting on with our lives without thinking too hard about where we were going. I glanced at her face: the firm line of her jaw and the soft curl of her lips and the dark pools of her eyes, and I realised again how beautiful she was. 

'So what now?' I asked her.

'Now? Well, now our parents are dead and we'll inherit their house.' She giggled. 'Maybe we should excise the demons by going back to finish the job. It would be a fitting end to that part of our lives, don't you think? We could put a big sign on the window:  'Siblings fucking to unfuck their fucked lives.' 

I laughed. 'That would impress the neighbours. So when do you want to do it?'

She gave me a sharp glance. 'Hey, I was joking, right? Don't take it as an invitation.'

'It's not a bad idea, though.'

'Really?' she held up her left hand and the candlelight winked off the gold band. 'Aren't you forgetting something?'

'You said you have your ups and downs.'

Lisa put her hand down. 'And I also said I wouldn't cheat on him, and I think sleeping with my brother would be inconsistent with that notion.'

'Sleep was the last thing I had in mind. Besides, sometimes you have to step outside a relationship to see what's good about it.'

Lisa laughed 'That's complete bollocks, and you know it. Nice try, though.'

'So what is next?'

'We get on with our lives and we see where they take us.' She reached over and grasped my arm. 'But I promise we'll be closer than in the past, Mike. I need a friend and God knows, so do you.'

A friend. Well, I suppose it was better than not being her friend, but at that moment it wasn't nearly enough. As I said, some things you never forget. 

*

It was after midnight when we went to bed. We'd had a nice dessert and then gone to the bar where she'd drunk a few more whiskeys and talked a lot of stuff she wouldn't remember in the morning, and then we staggered up the stairs. Well, Lisa had staggered. I'd felt surprisingly clear headed, which is just as well as she was clearly not. I steered her into the room and sat her on the bed, and she'd just flopped backwards with her eyes closed. 

I thought she'd passed out, but after a moment she started talking in a loud voice. 

'You're a good guy, Mikey...a good guy.' The words were slurred, but they brought back sudden memories. She'd not called me Mikey for years. 

'Shhhh, Lisa. People are trying to sleep.'

'Ah, shorry.' She giggled. 'I'm a bit pisshed.'

'I can see.'

'Fuck 'em, Mikey! Fuck our parents for what they did.' A stage whisper.

'Indeed.' I unzipped her boots and pulled them off. 'Roll over, Lisa, and let me take off your dress.'

She stared at me for a few moments, her pupils dilated by drink, but then shrugged and rolled on to her belly. I grasped the zip and slid it down, staring at the creamy smoothness of her back.

'You're a good guy,' she said again. Her voice was muffled. 'Not like...them.'

I rolled her onto her back and threaded her arms through the sleeves and pulled the dress clear, and she flopped back onto the mattress with her eyes closed. Her breasts were held in a little half cup bra, round and perfect, and the nipples peeped from the lacy edge like little ripe gooseberries. 

'Are you going to fu..fuck me, Mikey?' she asked suddenly. 

'Not tonight, honey.' Little white panties, stretched tight over her mound. A wisp of hair peeping from one side, and the hint of dark lips pressed against the fabric. I could feel my cock stiffening. She was so beautiful, even when she was hammered. 

'I want...wanted to,' she said petulantly. 'I waited, and waited...' her voice trailed off and she closed her eyes, and I sat on the bed beside her and touched her hair, smoothing it back, feeling the glossy strands under my fingers. It would have been so easy to take her then...to move aside the gusset of those tight little knickers and press myself into her; to feel the molten clasp of her cunt as my cock slid in.