Beauty and the Geek Ch. 06

Brunette

PART 1 — Stress and Relief

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“Stacy!” exclaimed Miley, bubbling with excitement as she approached the locker she shared with her best friend. “I just got off the phone with my dad; you’re never going to believe it!”

Stacy turned, “Your dad? Did he dump that model he was dating?”

Miley’s face scrunched up, “Yeah, like weeks ago…?”

“Awesome.” Stacy grinned, “Because I’d totally sleep with your dad.”

“Oh my god!” Miley swatted. “You are /so/ gross.”

“What!?” Stacy giggled, “Your dad is hot for an older guy. A total DILF.”

“I am going to forget you just told me that… given the fact that he’s moving here to Tallahassee just for me!”

“Seriously?” Stacy asked.

Miley beamed a nod, switching out her books. “Can you believe it? He said if I don’t want to go back to living with mom and Brad I shouldn’t have to, and that I can live with him. He’s going to rent a condo near downtown, that way I don’t have to move to Tampa or switch schools. How /awesome/ is that?”

“What about his job?” Stacy wondered.

“Oh, he just works from home anyways. Dad is like a stock analyst or something; he stares at a laptop and talks on the phone all day.” Miley closed the locker door. “Come on, let’s find Charlie before Bio, I can’t wait to tell him the news.”

“I guess Charlie will be happy you don’t have to move to Tampa.” Stacy said as they started walking through the hallway. “But it must have been nice living with him these past couple weeks?”

“It’s been great.” Miley replied, “And I love Charlie’s mom, she’s so supportive of he and I being together.”

“Plus, I bet you sneak into Charlie’s room every night.” teased Stacy.

“I have not!” Miley giggled, blushing a little. “Charlie’s mom busted me doing that my first night there.”

Stacy laughed, “You’re so predictable.”

“Whatever. You would do the same…”

Stacy suddenly grabbed Miley’s wrist and stopped short in the middle of the hallway. “Miley look…”

Following Stacy’s eyes, Miley saw Darla at Charlie’s locker. A rather well-endowed girl, Darla was wearing a clinging short-sleeved sweater that showed plenty of cleavage, and tight jeans. She kept putting her hand on Charlie’s arm and laughing at everything he said.

Miley’s eyes narrowed dangerously, “Is it just me or is that slut hitting on my man?”

Stacy stared in amazement, “A month ago Darla was calling you a ‘geek-lover’, and now she’s hitting on him? What a two-faced bitch!”

Miley decided she’d seen enough and threw her books to the hallway floor, stalking towards Charlie’s locker. “What the hell do you think you’re doing Darla?!”

Darla turned and squinted at Miley, “I was just talking to Charlie…”

“Whatever!” Miley spat, “I could see you flaunting those over-sized boobs of yours at him from halfway across the school!”

Charlie’s eyes widened. Like a deer caught in headlights who doesn’t know what to do next, he froze. It wasn’t like he had been caught doing anything wrong, but at the same time he didn’t want Miley to have the wrong idea.

“Relax Miley.” Darla glared. “I was just asking Charlie here about Brock’s broken nose…”

“Stay away from him you slut!” Miley warned, “Charlie is /my/ boyfriend…”

Darla let her mouth hang open in insult. “/What/ did you just call me?”

“You heard me… slut!” Miley repeated, stepping as though she wanted to fight.

Other students were beginning to take notice of the altercation and watched, including Stacy who stood right at Miley’s back. Charlie still looked clueless; two girls had never fought over him before and he had no idea how to respond.

“You better put a leash on your girlfriend here Charlie.” Darla said. “You have to collar rabid /bitches/.”

“I’ll show you rabid!” Miley said, baring her claws.

“Miley, don’t!” Stacy urged, grabbing Miley by the arms to keep her from tearing Darla apart. “Charlie!” she pleaded.

Charlie took Stacy’s hint and tried to get himself between Miley and Darla, “Darla you should probably go…”

“You’re lucky your friends are here you nasty little cunt…” Darla sneered, backing away.

Miley struggled against Stacy and Charlie “You’re the lucky one you whore!” she yelled, squirming against Stacy and Charlie. “Let me go! I’m going to kick your ass Darla, you stay away from my boyfriend!”

“Miley! Let it go… what’s wrong with you? She’s right, we were only talking…” Charlie pleaded.

Miley finally relented when Darla vanished behind the gathering crowd, though she was still seething-mad. “That girl never just ‘talks’ to guys Charlie…”

“Miley’s right.” Stacy added. “She’s like a black widow spider, baiting unsuspecting boys with her boobs.”

“Whatever.” Charlie said. “I’d never cheat on you, Miley.”

“I know baby.” Miley assured, “But that still doesn’t mean I’m going to let that bitch anywhere near you.”

“It’s a female territory thing.” Stacy said to a confused looking Charlie, adding a wink. “Now can we get to Bio? We’re going to be arap porno late.”

“I’m sorry you guys…” Miley kissed Charlie’s cheek. “I trust you baby, just don’t let that whore Darla into fooling you that she wants to be friends, okay?”

“Did you guys know her sister is dating my older brother?” Charlie moved to help Miley pick up her books. “They both go to State…”

Stacy giggled at Charlie, “We knew hon. That’s practically how you and Miley hooked up.”

“Huh?” Charlie looked confused.

Miley latched on to Charlie’s arm “Forget it. Hey, guess what? My dad is moving up here…!”

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“What’s wrong dude?” Brian asked Charlie as they worked on their biology lab project. “You look like someone just stepped on your favorite Boba Fett action figure.”

“Miley’s dad is moving up here from Tampa.” Charlie replied.

“Isn’t that good?” Brian pried.

“Yeah, I guess so. I mean, Miley won’t have to move to Tampa and all that, but I guess her dad is like some big-shot, what if he doesn’t like his girlfriend’s nerdy lower-middle class boyfriend?”

“You’re more of a geek than you are a nerd.” Brian joked, “And who cares? Fathers never like the guys dating their daughters.”

“I care.” Charlie said. “Miley really seems to worship him. If he hates me, it could come between us. Plus, he knows all about…well, you know…”

“Miley’s mom catching you with your dick in her daughter’s face?” Brian finished for him.

“Yeah.” Charlie let out a heavy sigh and glanced across the room towards Miley. “He’s totally going to hate me.”

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“He is not going to hate you.” Miley said. She was laying on Charlie’s bed after school trying to make sense of her English homework while Charlie was seated at his computer desk, surfing his favorite websites. “I know that he’ll totally love you.”

“How do you know that?” Charlie asked, clicking his mouse. “After all, your mom hates me.”

“Yeah, well, my mom is a bitch.” Miley commented dryly. “Daddy will see how much I love you and how happy you make me.”

“I don’t know… when will he be here?”

“Tomorrow night.” Miley said, getting up from the bed. “He’s taking me to dinner as soon as he gets into town. You’ll come with, right?”

“He probably already hates me.” Charlie lamented. “Your mom told him about catching us… he’ll hate me.”

Miley stepped behind Charlie’s chair and put her hands on his shoulders. “Stop worrying sweetie, my dad is totally different than my mom. He’ll… oh my god. Baby, you’re so tense…”

“I guess I’m just stressing over meeting your dad.” Charlie tried to relax his shoulders as Miley massaged them.

“You want me to rub one out of you?” Miley suggested casually, “That always relaxes you…”

“Miley… we promised each other we’d try and behave around the house, if my parents…”

“Your parents won’t be home for another hour.” Miley said, interrupting. She leaned over and whispered into Charlie’s ear “I bet if I talk real dirty I can get you off in about five minutes.”

“Yeah?” Charlie asked, suddenly curious.

Miley nodded, “Where’s your hand lotion?”

“Um, in my drawer over there…”

“Well pull your shorts off.” Miley moved to fetch the bottle of lotion.

Charlie stood and pushed his shorts down. He was already semi-erect as he sat back down into the chair.

Miley giggled, squirting a copious amount of lotion into her palm. “Look at your thingy, it’s so happy to see me.”

Charlie breathed out a laugh, “Isn’t it always?”

Rubbing the lotion over both hands, Miley knelt in front of Charlie between his knees. “Oh shit… my hands are all gooey. Take my shirt off for me?”

As Miley lifted her arms, Charlie reached and pulled her tee shirt off.

“My bra too, I don’t want your stuff to stain my clothes.” Miley leaned forward and Charlie reached around to unclasp it. Her breasts were no more than a small palm full, but the sight of them made Charlie’s penis stand tall.

Miley giggled, “You like my titties?”

“Of course, they’re beautiful. I love every inch of you, Miley.”

Biting her lower lip, Miley took Charlie’s erection into both of her lotion-covered hands. “You don’t wish they were bigger, like Darla’s?”

Charlie shook his head, “Of course not. Yours are perfect, it doesn’t matter how big they are.”

Miley began coating Charlie’s penis with the lotion, running both hands up and down his length. “I wish they were bigger sometimes, that way I could titty-fuck you. I could wrap them around your beautiful cock and hump them on you until you came and gave me a nice pearl necklace…”

Charlie leaned back into his chair, “I-I’d rather have your hands.”

“I know baby, you like it when I jerk you off.” Miley wrapped both hands around Charlie’s penis, one hand over the other on his length, unable to close either fist around his significant girth. She began stroking him, each hand moving as one. “I’ll take good care of you. I’ll get all that cum out of your balls and help you relax.”

“You’re bedava porno so incredible Miley…”

She beamed, pumping Charlie’s cock steadily. “I know you’re stressed, sweetie. You just need a good cum. I know you need it every day, you need the release… I’ll always take good care of you Charlie. I should probably service you every morning, jerk you off real good and drain your balls… that way you’re nice and relaxed all day.”

Charlie stared at Miley’s breasts as she continued to jack him off. “God Miley, you really know how to turn me on….”

Miley chuckled, “Slow down big guy, we still have three minutes left.”

Charlie laughed, but he was already rock-hard and leaking pre-cum.

“I’m going to aim your cum onto my tits.” Miley informed him. “Then I’m going to rub your stuff into my skin like moisturizer. I’m going to stink of your sex Charlie; I’ll be marked with your scent. That way other guys will know I am your territory… your property.”

“Oh my god…” Charlie moaned, Miley’s words arousing him.

She increased the pace of her slick jacking, arms pumping in unison. “Does that turn you on baby? Do you want to shoot your manhood on me? Or do you want me to swallow it, take your essence into my tummy and digest you… make you a part of me…”

“Miley… jeezus.” Charlie was trying to think of something else, like Iron Man comics or Star Trek. Anything to keep from cumming too fast.

Forming a circle with her thumb and middle finger, Miley rubbed just the head of Charlie’s steel-like erection, her fingers stimulating the hardened ridge of his crown. “Tell me what you want baby…”

“I want to cum on you…” Charlie gasped.

“Do you want to cum on my face? Hmm? Or maybe my sexy tummy…?”

“N-no..” Charlie stammered, trying to maintain control.

Miley went back to stroking Charlie’s full length, but slowly. She was edging him, glancing over at the clock with a smirk. She knew he was on the verge, and loved the control she had. Miley could make him cum at any time. “No? Then where?”

“On your tits… I want to cum on your tits…”

“Go ahead then baby.” Miley cooed, “Shoot your spunk all over them. My boobies belong to you Charlie.” She continued to stroke him slowly, trying to get him off with her dirty talk rather than her hand. “Go ahead and mark them as yours, so all the other naughty boys know that my titties are just for you. You can play with them whenever you want Charlie, suck on my pretty little nipples or decorate them with your seed…”

“Shit… oh shit Miley…”

Miley could feel Charlie’s cock pulse in her hand and knew he was close. “I need your stink on me, coat them baby; soak my tits with all your thick stuff. You always cum so much… god, I want my nipples to drip with your gooey love…”

“Oh fuck!” Charlie grunted as his erection literally jumped in Miley’s hand. She squealed with delight as the first blast jetted out and splattered across her chest. She aimed his cock right at her breasts and watched as several more ropes of it fired out, the milky fluid hot against her tan skin and pink nipples.

Miley pumped his cock rapidly, trying to coax as much of Charlie’s semen out of him as she could, until her chest was suitably slimed. “Mmm, look at it all…”

Charlie slumped in his chair, still staring at Miley’s breasts, watching as she let go of his shaft and started to rub his pleasure all over her skin. She smoothed her palms over her breasts, making sure every inch was covered in his jizm.

“Feel better baby?” Miley grinned.

Charlie nodded wordlessly, his erection bobbing in the air.

Miley glanced at the clock. “Six minutes… I must be losing my touch.”

PART 2 – Captain Darkness

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“Daddy!” Miley jumped into her father’s arms, wrapping him in an excited hug. The grey dress she wore fluttered around her knees.

Charlie watched the scene, standing just outside the restaurant where he and Miley agreed to meet her father for dinner. He adjusted his tie nervously, happy that Miley made him wear it; her father was dressed in a suit and the restaurant looked rather formal.

Miley clasped her father’s hand tightly, “Dad, this is Charlie, my super-cute boyfriend.”

Charlie blushed a little at Miley’s description. “Hello sir.”

“…and this is my daddy.” Miley finished.

“Jack Andrews.” Miley’s father said, extending his free hand. “And please Charlie, just call me Jack.”

Shaking hands, Charlie noticed that Jack had a powerful and sure grip. He wasn’t what Charlie expected at all, as Jack wasn’t even forty years old yet (Charlie’s parents were near 50). He was tall, good-looking, and reeked of confidence. His shortly-styled hair was the same color as Miley’s near-black tendrils, and they had the same blue eyes.

“It’s so good to see you dad.” Miley clung to her father’s arm as they entered the restaurant.

“It seems your mom is being her usual easy-to-get-along-with self.” Jack commented sarcastically. cüce porno “I figured I’d better get up here and rescue you. How’s that loser she married doing?”

“Brad?” Miley stuck her tongue out. “Who knows. I haven’t seen either of them for two weeks.”

“Reservation, for Andrews.” Jack told the hostess, who checked her log and promptly showed them to a table. “I need to thank you Charlie, for taking care of my little girl. Your parents too, that was awful nice of them to let Miley stay for a while.”

“It’s no problem.” Charlie smiled. “My mom really likes Miley. I think she always wanted a daughter.”

“Olivia, Charlie’s mom, is sooo awesome.” Miley commented.

“So Charlie…” Jack picked up a menu, peering. “Tell me about yourself. What are you interested in?”

“Oh… uh, you know. The usual stuff.”

Jack glanced to Charlie, lifting a brow.

“Charlie’s really into comic books.” Miley interjected.

“Comic books?” Jack asked.

“Miley…” Charlie sounded embarrassed.

Miley grinned, “What? You are.” She turned to her father, “Charlie and his best friend Brian are always talking about how they want to have their own comic book some day.”

“Is that right Charlie?” Jack asked.

Charlie was certain that Miley’s dad wasn’t interested in comic books. He looked more like the jocks that teased him every school day of his life. “Um, yeah. I’d like to be a comic book writer. I plan on majoring in English and Literature.”

Relieved when the waiter arrived, Charlie was glad when the conversation was put on hold as the three placed their orders. Charlie gave Miley a brief glare, trying to convince her not to embarrass him in front of her father.

But Miley knew what she was doing. After the waiter left, she said “Brian is a really good artist. He’s always showing me his doodles and stuff at lunch. He’s got notebooks full of them.”

Jack listened to his daughter closely.

“They know all about comics and super heroes and stuff….” Miley continued. “It’s amazing. Like, did you know there was more than one Green Lantern?”

“Of course I did.” Jack chuckled. “But everyone knows Hal Jordan is the best Green Lantern.”

Charlie’s brows rose about an inch in surprise.

“Charlie is super creative, dad.” Miley said. “He’s going to be such a great writer.”

Jack looked to Charlie, “So, you and your friend are serious? You’d like to do your own book?”

“Oh, uh… I guess so. We talk about ideas and stuff all the time. Brian has some sketches, and I have a lot of stories plotted.”

“You should put something together, Charlie. Something concrete that can be presented. I have people in the publishing industry that invest with me. If the quality is there, I’d be happy to show them your work.”

“Seriously?” Charlie asked.

“Absolutely.” Jack confirmed. “In business half of your success depends on who you know. The other half is simple hard work. If you and your buddy Brian work hard, come up with a professional presentation and an actual product, I’ll take care of the rest. But like I said, it needs to be quality stuff. Something sellable.”

Miley beamed.

“So.” Jack turned to his daughter, “Are we going to go look at condos tomorrow afternoon or what?”

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“I’ll go get the car.” Charlie said outside the restaurant after dinner. “It was great to meet you Mr. An… I mean, Jack.”

“You too Charlie, I look forward to seeing a lot more of you.” Jack shook Charlie’s hand again.

Once Charlie was gone he turned to Miley.

“Isn’t he the best?” Miley said with a big grin, happy that her father and Charlie got along so well at dinner.

“He seems like a great young man.” Jack agreed, “But Miley… what your mother told me about catching you two, I have to admit….”

“I love him.” Miley blurted, interrupting.

Jack studied Miley’s expression.

“I really do, daddy.” Miley tucked a dark curly tendril behind her ear, “Every decision I make, whether it’s living with you or deciding on a college… I’m going to make it with Charlie in mind. He’s a big part of my life. The biggest. I need you to understand how important he is to me, and to my future.”

Jack lifted a hand to Miley’s chin, “You got it kiddo. If he’s the one who makes you happy, then I’m behind you one hundred percent. But I swear, if you make me a grandfather before I turn forty…”

Miley smiled warmly, hugging her father as Charlie pulled up with his mom’s car. “Don’t worry, I won’t. I love you daddy.”

“I love you too. See you tomorrow honey.”

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“Dude. Don’t even fucking joke with me, all right?”

“I’m not joking.” Charlie told Brian. “If Miley’s dad likes our stuff, he said he’d show it to actual publishers.”

Brian looked to Miley. “Is he joking with me?” pointing at Charlie.

“Nope.” Miley replied, laying on her tummy across Brian’s bed. Her bare ankles and feet stuck up in the air, legs bent at the knee as she read one of Brian’s comic books. She and Charlie had driven right to Brian’s house immediately after dinner. “He’s serious.”

“I bet we could do a couple of issues…” Charlie started to explain, loosening his tie. “Have them put together at the printer, on that really high-quality gloss paper? Maybe get some concept stuff on pegboard for a presentation. We could do this.”

Anonymous Lover Ch. 05

Amateur

This is one of the interwoven stories concerning David, his sister Beth, and his girlfriend Susan. To better understand the context of this story you might want to read “Seducing Susan” which I wrote a few months ago and which describes how she finds David having sex and leaves him, and how Beth becomes her secret lover. Having said that, if you choose not to read it I’m sure you’ll pick up the basic background.

This story contains explicit descriptions of brother-sister consensual sex, group sex and anal sex. If you are offended by any of these themes, move on to more romantic stories — this one is not for you!

I try and make my stories realistic but at the end of the day, they are acts of fiction. If you don’t think people would behave like this, don’t break my balls over it….sometimes fact is stranger than fiction – and actually I don’t really care!

All characters are entirely fictitious and all are over the age of 18.

Enjoy!

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Susan lay next to me, her head resting on my shoulder. Her face was still flushed from our exertion, a sheen of sweat on her brow. I could still smell the heavy scent of sex lingering in the room, and taste the sweetness of her vaginal juice on my lips. My pussy felt swollen from her attention, first from her mouth and then from the vibrator she had used on me. I felt drowsy, my desire sated — although I knew that in half an hour she would want more. Her sexual drive was much higher than mine.

After a moment she spoke softly.

“Beth?”

“Yes.”

“Are you happy with our relationship?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t you ever feel you want more?”

I turned my head so that I could see her face. “What do you mean? Are you unhappy with me? Didn’t I satisfy you?”

“No, no. It was great. It’s just that I’m feeling — I mean, I want….more.”

“More sex?”

She hesitated, her eyes on my face. “Not more as in greater quantity. Just greater variety.”

I regarded her. “I’ve tried just about everything I know on you, Susan. There’s no orifice, crack or crevice on your body that I haven’t licked, tickled, tasted or fucked. I don’t know how to give you any more variety.”

She reached up and touched my face gently. “Don’t be angry. These last few months have been fantastic….you’re fantastic”. She hesitated, and I could see that she was choosing her words carefully. “I guess I’m a heterosexual at heart, though. You know… I miss having a guy in my bed.” She smiled. “After a while plastic and rubber just doesn’t feel the same, even if it is you using it on me.”

“So what are you saying? Are you asking me to butt out?”

“No! Absolutely not! I’m just saying that I’d like to get a man over from time to time.” She looked at me. “After all, you’re still getting it on with your guy, aren’t you — in between our sessions, I mean.”

“Yeah — but…”

She laughed. “There you go, then. It’s hardly fair if you are getting man sex outside of our relationship and I’m not. I just want to branch out a little. Perhaps -” she stopped, and I could see the beginnings of a faint blush on her cheeks.

“Perhaps what?”

“Nothing.”

I persisted. “What were you going to say? Perhaps….”

She fiddled with a corner of a pillow that stuck up between us. “I was going to say perhaps -“

“Yes?”

“- you would consider joining in.”

I stared at her. “A threesome?”

“Or four.” She pushed herself up on her elbow so that she was looking into my face. “You could get your guy and I’ll get mine, and the four of us could play all sorts of interesting games. What do you think?”

“I don’t think my guy would be up for anything like that.”

“Hmmm. He’d be the first man in history not to be interested in having two pussies in his bed, then. Still, if you say so.” She smiled. “I guess a threesome isn’t a bad option, though. How about that?”

“Susan, I don’t just fuck anyone….I need to know the guy. There has to be chemistry — you know, mutual attraction. The moment has to be right. I can’t agree to this without knowing him.” I paused, watching her face. “I didn’t know you had anyone in the background — who is he?”

“My last boyfriend…we were pretty hot before I caught him fucking out of watch, and I dumped him. I think he’s done his time, though, so I’ll look him up. I reckon you’d like him too. He’s great in the sack, and he has the same temperament as you.”

I stared at her without speaking. Her last boyfriend was my brother, David, and the girl he had been fucking when she caught him was me.

My world had just got a whole lot more complicated.

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I had to admit that Susan had a point, though — there was something viscerally satisfying about having a thick cock stretching you open.

I was on my hands and knees on the bed, my hair flowing over the pillow, my hands clasping the sheet. My ass was pushed up, and I was waiting for him.

The mattress compressed as David climbed onto it, standing up, and he swung Casibom one leg over my back so that he straddled me. He placed his hands on my shoulders to support himself, and I felt the weight of his genitals briefly resting against the crack of my ass, thick and heavy.

David had fixed a large mirror to the wall next to the bed, and I could see us through the gap between my thighs. I looked at the reflection of the two figures on the bed: David’s taut buttocks, smooth and muscular, his thighs tensed with the weight of his body as he crouched over me. I could see the tight, crinkled eye of his ass, and below it the sack of his scrotum and the outline of his balls in it. His thick shaft, engorged with blood, was bobbing as he sought to engage it inside me, the head distended and angry. I could see my own ass, smooth and pale against his darker skin, my thighs open and my swollen sex pushed back, ready to receive him. The lips of my cunt were parted slightly and glistened with moisture in the soft light.

He moved himself down a little to position himself, then he eased forward and I felt the bulbous head of his cock pressing against my sex. For a few seconds my vulva resisted entry, and then I stretched open and the head of his cock popped into me. I felt him pause as he savoured the tightness of that first penetration, delighting in the grip of my cunt as it struggled to accommodate his thickness. The lips of my pussy fluttered briefly around his shaft, then he pushed forward again, the muscles in his thighs and buttocks driving his rod deep into me. I felt the thickness of him fill my belly, and my body was suffused with the heat of him.

His mouth was close to my ear and I heard him grunt softly with satisfaction as he entered me.

“Jesus, Beth! That’s good! That’s really tight.”

“You’re fucking me, David. You’re fucking your sister again. My cunt is really tight for you.”

“God, yes. Tell me you like your brother’s cock inside you.”

“I love my big brother’s cock. I can feel it deep inside me. Stretch me open…fill me up.”

“I will, I will. I’ll fill up your cunt with my prick.”

Long, slow strokes, the weight of his body on my shoulders, pushing me into the mattress. His prick was like a steel rod, stretching me open, reaching far into me. As he withdrew I clutched at him with my pussy, clamping down on his shaft, squeezing it hard with my vaginal muscles so that he groaned with pleasure; and as he thrust in I rotated my hips, pushing my sex up and back to afford the maximum penetration. The sound of our fucking filled the room — the rhythmic squeak of the mattress, the squelching of my cunt as he pistoned into me, and the sighs and gasps of our pleasure.

I looked at the reflection in the mirror and imagined the girl to be other than me. The image metamorphosed in my mind, and I could see Susan there with her long limbs, blue-black hair and dark skin. She was crouching, her thighs open and her buttocks elevated so that the swell of her sex was pushed back, her vulva distended by David’s thick shaft embedded in her body. I could see the white cream of their coupling on the lips of her cunt, and the gleam of love-juice smeared over her inner thighs. Her eyes were closed, lips parted, an expression of lust and pain stamped on her face as he fucked her.

I thought of what I would do if Susan were there, the three of us fucking. I imagined scooping her pussy juice on my fingertips as he slid into her, then pressing them to my lips to taste the product of their coupling. I envisaged her frantic mouth on my vulva, her tongue jerking into me with each thrust of David’s hips, my hands on her face to guide her. I thought of how he would spurt into her body, and how I would watch his thick cream trickling out of her, drizzling onto my face as I lay beneath her.

The image swelled in my brain, consuming me with lust. My body trembled with the strength of my impending climax, and the roar of a great wind filled my head, building rapidly, swirling me upwards like a leaf in a storm. For a single, frozen moment of time I teetered on the very edge of ecstasy, and then the force of my orgasm hit. As if from a far distance I heard myself shouting, screaming out, head back, my hands tearing at the sheets. My cunt clasped his shaft with an iron grip, milking him with powerful contractions, and I felt sudden spurt of juice from my pussy that soaked his balls and splattered over the sheets. My grasping cunt triggered his own orgasm, and I shrieked again as he thrust fully into me, the head of his cock butting against my cervix. He swelled inside me like a balloon filling with water, and then I felt the long jets of his hot sperm bathing my insides, felt his hands fluttering on my back, and heard the sound of his cry in my ears.

We stayed locked together for a while, catching our breath, feeling the sweat drying on our skin. His cock grew soft and slipped out of me, and I felt the slow trickle of his semen oozing out of my pussy. I flopped down next to him, putting Casibom Giriş my thigh across his body and turning so that I could watch his face.

He moved his hand up and smoothed my hair. “Wow! It just gets better and better, Beth.”

“Just my natural pussy skills, I guess.” I paused for a moment, gathering my thoughts. Now was a good time to tell him.

“I saw Susan yesterday.” He knew that I knew her, but he didn’t realize that we shared a bed.

He looked surprised. “I didn’t know that you were still in touch with her. Did she have anything to say?”

“A few things, actually. One of them was that she’s thinking of contacting you.”

He pushed himself up on one elbow so that he could see me better. “Really? Why?”

“Something about you being out in the cold for long enough, and that it was time to call you. I imagine that she wants to reestablish the relationship. I thought it was rather presumptuous of her, actually.”

“You did?

I nodded. “Yeah. She was pretty certain that you’d be sitting around waiting for her. She seemed to think that you’d come running as soon as she called.”

“Too right I would!”

“Really, David? Last time she was in this house she caught you fucking another girl…me. It was the reason she left you, as I recall. How does she know that you’re still not into that?”

“Perhaps it doesn’t worry her too much any more. Perhaps she just wants sex.”

He was closer to the truth than he knew, but I wasn’t ready to tell him that. “Maybe. Would you fuck her?”

“In a heartbeat.”

“Without me?

He started to nod, then saw my expression and changed his mind. “Ah. Well, I would have, but now you mention it…”

I could see the deception in his face. “You would, you bastard!”

He didn’t answer, and I went on. “Do you remember the conversation we had a few months back? It was all about making your peace with Susan. It wasn’t about screwing her again. I don’t want you to sneak off and fuck her now. Do you understand?”

He looked at me. “Yeah.”

“I’ll find out if you do…”

“I know.”

“…and I’ll cut off your nuts.”

He screwed up his face at the thought. “Right. I get it.” He was quiet for a moment, probably thinking about his nuts and how much he needed them.

We looked at each other, each thinking our own thoughts. He was thinking of seeing her again, weighing up his chances of getting his end away.

I was thinking of how the hell I could survive the next few weeks without Susan finding out that I was David’s sister, and without him knowing that I was her lover.

*****

A week went by before David announced progress. “She called me,” he said.

“Who?”

“Susan. She called me, just like you said she would.”

“And?”

“She wants to meet.”

I sighed. “Trying to get information out of you is like drawing teeth, David. For fuck’s sake, tell me what she said!”

“Yeah. Well, OK. She called me at the office, so I couldn’t talk much. She sounded cheerful and she asked how I was, and then she suggested we meet. She said she’d let me know where and when. I got the impression that she was just sounding me out, to see if I was still interested.”

“Did you mention me?”

“No. You told me not to -“

“Yeah, but it’s important. She knows me as a drinking buddy, but she hasn’t made the connection between you and me. If she figures out that I’m the little sister that you’ve been diddling, you won’t see her for dust.” Actually she knew me as her bedmate, but I couldn’t tell him that.

“Right. I’ll be careful.”

“I mean really careful, David. Even if the three of us somehow end up in the same room together, you mustn’t let on that its me.”

He looked at me strangely. I could see the question on his lips, but he thought better of it. “Right,” he said.

*****

I was expecting a call from Susan and it didn’t take long to come. We met for a coffee at a corner café not far from her work. She was, as usual, dressed to kill — a smart linen suit with matching bag and shoes. I was wearing jeans.

She waited until the waitress had departed and then raised the subject of our meeting. “I’ve called my guy and he’s in.” She was clearly excited.

“Whoa, slow down! Tell me again who your guy is, and what you are expecting.”

“Sorry. His name is David and he’s my ex. I called him and he’s agreed to meet with me -”

I interrupted her. “I’m a little confused, Susan. Isn’t this the guy that you caught in flagrante? Why are you still talking to him?”

She regarded me for a moment. “I never told you the story of what happened, did I? It might help you understand.”

“OK.”

“This is before you came on the scene, Elizabeth. David and I used to work in the same office, and well, we got together. I really liked him…you know, good looking, good job, great sense of humour. We could talk to each other — I mean really talk…have fun, too. He was great in the sack as well.”

“Sounds Casibom Güncel Giriş too good to be true. So what happened?”

“We’d been together for a few weeks, and I used to stay over at his place from time to time. He used to talk in his sleep sometimes. Most of it was rubbish, just mumbling, but one night he was quite lucid. He was talking about his sister, Beth, and how much he loved her. I had it out with him the next day, but he just laughed it off…said it was just a dream. I didn’t think too much about it.”

She stopped to sip at her coffee, her eyes like big brown pools in her face.

“Anyway, a month or so later I went on holiday up the coast. It poured with rain for the first four days so I decided to come home early… you know, to be with him. It was going to be a surprise.” She laughed without humour. “Well, I was right about that, but it wasn’t the surprise I had planned. I let myself into his flat with the key he had given me. I really didn’t expect anyone to be there….I was going to leave a present on the table so that he would find it when he got back from work. Anyway, as soon as I got in I heard a noise, sort of groaning, like someone was hurt. I didn’t know what it was at first, so I went to have a look.” She smiled. “Silly, really — it might have been an intruder. I just never thought.” She was pensive for a while, before speaking again. “In some ways I wish it had been an intruder, rather than what I found.”

“So what was it?”

“It was him and his sister, in bed together. They had left the bedroom door open, and I could see them. He was kneeling over her…you know, doing her. She was moaning, which is what I had heard. As I watched he came into her.”

“Christ! What did you do?”

“I was mesmerized. Part of me was really turned on by what I saw and the other part was repelled. I could sort of understand him shagging another girl, but doing his sister – “

“Was she a willing partner?”

“She seemed to be. She was really enjoying it, from what I could see.”

“You could see her?”

“Not much — just her bits and pieces, if you know what I mean. I could hear her, though, and it sure didn’t sound as if she was there against her will.”

“So how do you know it was his sister?”

“As he came he yelled out her name — Beth, and he said something about how much he loved fucking his sister. The coincidence was too great to be anything else than the truth.”

I thought quickly. Up to now Susan had never said anything to me that indicated that she and David had been an item. I knew, of course, but she didn’t know that. Now she had finally mentioned his name, it gave me an opportunity to be honest with her…to confess that I was his sister, and I was the girl he was fucking. I could pretend that I had never known that she was his girlfriend. I could try and set the record straight.

But in reality what could I say? ‘…God, Susan, that was me…I didn’t know that you knew David….and the fact that you and I are also lovers is an amazing coincidence.’ Why would she possibly accept my explanation? And even if she did, was she capable of understanding why I loved my brother in that way? I thought not.

And while I was thinking she looked up into my face, her head tilted slightly to one side, and she was smiling at me. Her whole body was suffused with happiness and excitement, her dark eyes shining, her face radiant. In a moment of perception I could see what would happen if I did tell her: how her happiness would give way to incomprehension, shock, disappointment and then anger and hurt. I could not bear the thought of extinguishing her joy, even if it meant I must lie again.

“So what did you do?” I asked.

She shook her head, as if in denial. “I was stunned at first…you know, you see something that was totally unexpected — something so far off the planet that your mind just can’t grasp it at first. I didn’t even think he would be at home, yet alone shagging — and certainly not his sister.” She fiddled with the spoon in her cup. “I guess the first reaction was being pissed off that he’d found someone else the moment I was out of town, and then I realised that she was his sister and I was gob-smacked…but I found myself turned on, too, which really surprised me.” She gave a little laugh. “It just goes to show that you never know how you’ll react until it happens. I’d never seen anyone having sex before, and they were well into it. From where I stood I could see everything — their most intimate parts, and where they were joined. I could hear their groans. I could even smell their fucking. My pussy was wet in an instant, and that confused me too.”

“You could have joined in.”

“I guess. They had no idea I was there, though.” She stopped, and I could see her thinking about what might have happened if she had stayed. She laughed, but without humour. “Anyway, it was flight or fuck and I chose the former. I turned and ran out of the house. I often wonder how things would have worked out if I’d stayed.” She made a gesture of dismissal. “As it turned out, he did me a favor. I got to change my job and my lifestyle…and I met you.” She reached across and held my hand. The couple opposite us glanced over, and I detected a knowing smile.