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CB-4483 'Tween Sister's Hot Thighs by Ray Mills

Chapter 1

Fawn was happy to be alone. Her roommate Staci took a night school class

every Wednesday night, and for Fawn the chance to be by herself was a

pleasure she looked forward to each week. Sometimes Jeff would come over

while Staci was gone.

Fawn would tease him, dance half-naked in front of him, finally coax him into

fucking her in the bathtub. Or under the kitchen table, anywhere to break up

the monotony of the bed. But this week Jeff was out of town at a business

conference. All in all it was just as well with Fawn. She liked being alone

once in a while and had little opportunity for it.

She and Jeff had been going together for nearly a year now. And even though

she thought she liked him as much as ever, and though the sex was still

pretty good as long as she spiced it up by inventing new places to do it, she

couldn't help feeling a little stale, weary about the whole thing.

Maybe his absence for a week would inject some kind of new intensity into

their relationship. Though frankly, she said to herself, I really don't miss

him all that much. Tonight I'm just going to enjoy the peace and quiet. I'm

going to take a long bath, and wash my hair. And maybe sip a glass of wine

and watch TV a little.

As soon as Staci had gone, Fawn slipped out of her clothes and into her

bathrobe. Then she fixed herself a leisurely dinner. After eating, she went

into the bathroom and started the tub water. While she waited for the tub to

fill, she piled her thick auburn hair on top of her head and placed a shower

hat over it.

When the shower hat was in place, she took off her robe and looked down at

her body. One of the reasons she enjoyed being alone so much was that it gave

her enough time and privacy to examine her naked body closely. At other times

Staci's presence, even if the bathroom door was locked, somehow made her

nervous, self-conscious. As if it were somehow wrong or even filthy to touch

her own nipples or run a tender, tickling finger along the moist folds of her

cunt. She was afraid she might shudder or moan softly, and Staci would

overhear her. Not that she ever masturbated any more, of course. No need for

that what with Jeff fucking her ears off four or five times a week.

All she really wanted was the chance to look at and touch her own naked body

in total privacy. To investigate the sweet succulent mysteries that made men,

all men it seemed, crave her so much. That made Jeff, for instance, groan and

twitch with lust from the moment he touched her naked flesh until he popped

and flooded her hungry pussy with cum.

While the hot water crashed into the tub, she took a hand mirror and stood

with it in front of the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door.

She knew she was lucky to have such a beautiful body. At twenty-two years

old, her flesh was taut and ripe and smooth.

Her skin tanned easily, richly and since she knew that the contrast between

tanned and untanned skin was fantastically sexy she always kept her body

golden and coppery except where her bikini panties and bra protected it from

the sun. There her skin was pale and creamy, marvelously white and tempting.

Her firm high asscheeks were two glowing moons below the incurved sweep of

her long bronze back. Her young uptilted tits were two creamy globes

thrusting out above a velvety expanse of her flat golden midriff. She had

large, inviting nipples, tinged a deep rose color, puffy soft cones that

swelled out from her tits.

She stood before the mirror frontways, sideways, backways. The full perky

curve of her taut ass was amazing. Her firm round tits were just the right

size, her large nipples swollen and pointing. She ran a hand lightly down the

silken skin of her stomach and dipped a finger playfully into the deep

puckered cup of her navel.

Next she planted her feet wide apart, bending her knees slightly. One side of

the hand mirror gave back a magnified reflection, and she slipped this side

between her spread thighs. Fascinated, she gazed down at the huge pink-lipped

slash of her own pussy.

The folds of her cunt-lips were moist and shiny, but only half-blossomed at

this point. They revealed only hints of the fiery-red wet inner slit they

protected. The small heavenly button of her clit was half-hidden up under its

pinkish hood.

Fawn slid one forefinger slowly between the lips of her cunt, parting them

farther. She inserted the finger all the way into the warm greasy depths of

her sensitive channel until it was stopped by the last knuckle. Her knees

trembled involuntarily. She rotated the finger, and with her thumb, rapidly

rubbed her clit until it swelled and pulsed.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she gasped.

It felt so good! It felt so good to be doing it herself, and watching it in

the mirror. The magnification made her cunt look huge, red and wet, and her

fingers enormous, probing it. She shut her eyes, whimpering softly, then

opened them again and gazed down once more at the sight.

Her cunt was juicing and blossoming readily now. She could get two fingers

fully into it. But her other hand shook so badly, her breath came so fast,

that she could hardly hold her position or keep the hand-mirror in place.

Quickly she put it on the floor and squatted over it. She dug softly in her

flowing pussy with both hands now, shivering uncontrollably. In the door

mirror she noticed her glazed eyes. Her long nipples were tight and erect.

Oh God, I think I'll do it! she said to herself. I think I will, I'm going to

do it!

"Ahhhhhhh ... anngghh," she heard the sounds coming from her throat.

Her whole body flushed and melted with hot tremors. She was so involved with

the decision she had made, to bring herself off, to make herself come right

there, that at first she didn't notice the water on the floor.

But suddenly her bare knees felt wet. She was shocked out of the trembling

hot sexuality that gripped her. Then the water poured over the mirror itself.

Fawn gasped, and turned her head. Water was spilling rapidly over the edge of

the tub.

"Oh shit--!" she cried out. "Goddamn it! Shit!"

Quickly she jumped to her feet and shut off the faucets, then yanked up the

plug. But it was already too late. The floor of the bathroom was submerged in

water.

Gritting her teeth, her eyes filling briefly with tears at her own

foolishness, she snatched towels from every available rack and began mopping

up the mess. She wrung out the wet towels over the emptying tub, then sopped

up more water. She was so angry and busy at the task that at first she failed

to hear the doorbell.

Then, when it rang again and she finally heard it, she only grew angrier.

"Goddamn it!" she shrieked.

She flung the wet towels to the floor and headed for the front door, finding

herself halfway down the hall before she noticed that she was still totally

naked. She leaped back to the bathroom for her robe. She slipped into it,

then tried to control her panting and her anger as she walked down the hall

again to the door.

"Oh, it's only you," she sighed irritably, finding her brother Eric there

when she opened it.

Ordinarily Eric would have made a quick joke to relieve her irritation. But

the look on his face told her that he felt even more down than she did at the

moment.

"Only me," he said, glumly. "Can I come in?"

"You can if you're good with a mop," she said, closing the door behind him.

But Eric was so distracted he didn't seem to hear her. He stalked into the

living room, nervous, jumpy.

"Have you got anything to drink around here?" he asked.

"I think there's some Scotch in the kitchen. And maybe some wine."

Fawn pulled off the shower hat and shook her thick mane of hair back over her

shoulders. She knew now that it would be a while until she got to her bath.

"I'll take the Scotch," her brother said.

"What's the matter, Eric?"

With him following her, she went into the kitchen. She found the half-empty

bottle, which was used mostly by Staci's boyfriends, and poured him a drink

from it. Eric grabbed the glass and gulped the whiskey thirstily.

"Danika," he growled. "She's been screwing another guy. For nearly two

months. I only found out about it tonight."

"Oh no!" With instinctive sympathy for her brother, Fawn reached out a hand

and stroked his forehead tenderly. "Oh, Eric, I'm sorry."

Eric gave a bleak shrug. He drained his glass and handed it back to her. Fawn

refilled it with the pale golden liquor.

"Aren't you going to have one with me?" he asked. "You don't want me to get

drunk all alone, do you?" He gave her a forlorn wink, pretending toughness to

mask his misery.

"I don't want you to get drunk at all."

But when she looked at the pain in his eyes, and then thought of her own

foolishness in the bathroom minutes ago, she was tempted to join him. Not to

get drunk, but just to have a few drinks and forget about everything for a

little while. To help him forget.

She knew he probably wanted to talk about what a bitch Danika was to do this.

And Fawn knew she wouldn't have trouble agreeing. Long ago she had suspected

something like this would happen. She had thought from the beginning that

Danika was a prick-happy little flirt who would never be happy with only one

man.

Danika was a small dark-haired girl with flashing eyes, long natural

eyelashes, lovely high cheekbones, a full sensual mouth, and sexual allure

that filled any room she walked into with murky invitations. For her small

size she had a great curvy body, and stunning long legs. From the start Fawn

had thought Eric was asking for trouble in marrying her.

Now that Danika had finally gone and betrayed him, maybe it was time for Fawn

to play straight with her brother. She would try not to say 'I told you so,'

but it wouldn't hurt to listen, to give him some support. And it would get

her mind off that silly business in the bathroom.

"Come on," Eric joked again, winking at her once more. "What kind of party is

this with only one drunk?"

Fawn smirked at him. "Why not."

She took a glass from the cupboard, filled it with ice and Scotch, then

clinked it against his and drank. They took the bottle with them into the

living room and sat down. Fawn sat on the sofa, Eric on one of the easy

chairs.

Her brother launched into a long, bitter tirade against his wife. Fawn

listened dutifully, drinking along with him and nodding at the right moments.

The Scotch made her feel warm and tingly. As time wore on she began to wish

that her bathrobe was made out of something other than satin, because it was

so slippery.

It was hard enough to keep the skirt down over her thighs and knees. But

even worse was the constantly loosening sash. Whenever she moved it loosened

more. Her firm upthrusting tits pushed against the front part of the robe

until the neck lapels were gaping wider and wider, revealing more and more of

her smooth tanned upper chest.

Her feelings were complicated even more by the delicious sensation of the

cool slippery satin against her warm, tingling skin. It rasped softly across

her sensitive nipples, rustling against the skin of her inner thighs as she

modestly tucked it there. She contemplated making an excuse to get up and

change. But it felt so good and warm, and tingly that she really couldn't

decide.

In front of her brother she felt very modest, but at the same time remarkably

relaxed. Especially since he was so obsessed by his wife's betrayal that he

hardly paid Fawn the slightest attention. After a while, as he droned on

about Danika's infidelities, she really didn't hear him any more.

Instead she just stared at him, feeling pleasantly giddy and warm, and fell

into a sort of trance. She didn't know how long she drifted in her warm

sensual reveries. She squirmed in her seat, and felt dazed and too warm. She

drifted back to conscious awareness and noticed that Eric's droning voice had

stopped.

Then she saw his eyes. He was sunk in some kind of trance too. He was staring

at her, but not at her face. No, his eyes had dropped lower, and she glanced

down and saw that the sash of her bathrobe had come completely undone,

probably because of her unconscious squirming.

The robe had fallen open, and her body was exposed from her throat to the top

glistening fringe of her pubic hair. Flushing with embarrassment, Fawn pulled

the robe shut.

"Oh I don't know what happened to me!" she said breathlessly.

"Don't," Eric croaked softly, his eyes briefly pained at she closed the robe

over her body.

"Eric!" she said, as if to shame him. But her voice was not convincing.

"Please don't."

"Eric, I'm your sister!"

Eric shook his head, as if to clear it, as if to wake himself up. He grinned

at her.

"That's right," he said. "You are. I guess I almost forgot. For a minute

there I think ... well, I was remembering that time I stole your bikini top."

It was something Fawn had not thought about for years. As a youngster, when

diving into the family swimming pool one afternoon she had lost her mini

bikini top. Embarrassed, she had surfaced squealing and splashing, looking

everywhere for it. But Eric, laughing outrageously, had jumped into the pool

and scooped it up before she could reach it.

He had refused to return it until she emerged half-naked from the pool, her

arms crossed nervously over her bare young tits. She could still recall the

look in his eyes as he boldly tried to peek through the angles of her elbows

and forearms for a glimpse of her nipples. Before taking back the bra,

feeling just as bold as he, she had dropped her arms to her sides, giving him

a full shot of what he wanted to see. Her brother's eyes had flashed as big

as saucers.

Now she blushed hotly. "You were?" she said, her voice quivering beyond

control.

"I'll never forget it," her brother said. "You were beautiful even then, but

now ..."

"Eric, I think we'd better change the subject," Fawn said.

Her hot blood was thundering against her ears, her skin was hot and prickly.

Her mind whirled confusingly. She felt so close to something dangerous that

she didn't know quite what to do. The best thing, she figured, was simply to

take charge right now, not to let it happen again.

They were both a little drunk, she knew. But Eric had drunk more than she

had, so it was up to her. Acting firmly, she tightened the sash of her robe,

then stood up.

"I think I'd better change, get into something else," she said. "Don't you?"

"No," Eric said.

"I mean," Fawn's voice faltered, "we'll both feel better if there isn't any

chance of ..." but she couldn't go on.

"Of what?" Eric asked, looking into her eyes.

"You know very well what."

She looked down at him and wondered how he could be so calm about it. She

was breathing so hard that her chest was heaving. That only made him more

interested in the sight of her plump nipples floating under the shiny satin

of her bathrobe. His eyes flickered with half-drunken ironies.

"Tell you what," he said. "Look at it this way. If you're my sister, and I'm

your brother, then we're both the same flesh, right? We came from the same

mother, we've got the same genes and tissues and ..."

He fell silent and they both laughed nervously. Meanwhile, Fawn had not

budged a step since she had stood up.

"Well, I guess I've heard everything now," she said, trying to match his calm

irony.

"No you haven't," Eric said. His voice was now getting thick, clotted with

excitement. "Why don't you show me yourself just once more before you change?

Just for family's sake."

"Why should I."

My God, what am I saying? she thought. I'm teasing him, for god's sake!

I'm just making it worse!

"Because I want to see you," her brother said solemnly. "You're lovely."

"Lovelier than Danika?" Fawn whispered softly, growing more ashamed of

herself by the second. For the first time she let her eyes wander to the

crotch of his pants and saw the huge swelling there.

"Lovelier than anybody," Eric whispered. "I swear."

"All you want to do is see me?"

"That's all.

"You won't touch?"

Eric gave her a sardonic smile, as if to warn her that they weren't kids any

more. "Promise," he said.

"I don't believe you," she murmured, her stomach trembling with excitement.

"I don't believe you for a minute. Not a minute."

But her fingers were fiddling with the knot of her sash anyway, tugging it,

pulling the slippery fabric loose. She wanted to show him her body, her whole

body this time, not just a part of it. She wanted to pose before him as she

had earlier posed for herself before the bathroom mirror.

She knew it was horribly wrong to be doing this, but the impulse was almost

overwhelming. In the split second it took her to pull open the robe and slip

it off her shoulders she knew the step had been taken. There was no going

back now.

They would do it now. And she would let it happen, she would invite it. And

she would also fight it with every ounce of her nerve because they were not

supposed to let it happen even though her body seethed and ached for him.

Eric's face froze with fascination and lust as he scrutinized her naked body.

Glowing and warm with the fires of her shame and excitement, Fawn slowly

pirouetted in front of him. She showed him the high pale globes of her ass,

bending gracefully as she completed her turn so that her firm tits swayed

outward and bobbled pertly. Her long puffy nipples were already half-erect as

they swirled before her brother's hypnotized gaze.

"You like?" she whispered, teasing him, unable to stop herself.

Eric only nodded, and licked his lips.

She stroked her body delicately with her fingertips, as if to show off its

finer points. Her fingers traced the soft curves of her ribs and her flat

sun-browned stomach. She raised her knuckles to the smooth curved undersides

of her creamy tits and nudged them so that they jiggled and quivered.

Eric's breath clawed its way out of his throat. The sound of it excited Fawn

even more. She went closer to him. His crazed eyes devoured her succulent

tits. She was watching his eyes so closely that she squealed with surprise

when she suddenly felt his hands gripping the backs of her thighs.

He pulled her forward strongly, squeezing her asscheeks as he pushed his face

into her naked stomach. She felt his wet tongue slithering into her deep

navel.

"Ohhhh! Ohhh!" she yelped, wriggling out of his grasp.

She jumped away from him, trying to act shocked and scandalized. But the feel

of his tongue in her navel and his fingers digging urgently into her ass had

made her simply reel with hot thrills.

"Oh Eric," she said, half-mocking him, "you promised you wouldn't touch! You

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