David Crane

Sister eager for more

CHAPTER ONE

Randolph Sumner was pouring himself a cup of coffee when he heard a car pull up and stop outside. His eyebrows lifted slightly. Randolph had just gotten up and was wearing a red velvet robe, loosely tied, showing that he was naked beneath. He moved to the window, drew the curtain aside and looked out – and smiled when he saw that it was his sister's car that had stopped. Jessica was thirty-four, a year younger than Randolph. She was married, with two teenaged kids, and Randolph was a confirmed bachelor. Although their lives had taken separate directions, Randolph and Jessica had remained good friends.

Jessica was just getting out of the car. She glanced up, saw her brother at the window, and smiled warmly. Randolph smiled back, pleased to see her. Any red-blooded man would have been pleased to see Jessica, in fact, for she was a gorgeous-looking woman, the sort that robust guys fantasized about when they were beating their meat or dreamed about – wetly. Randolph had an eye for a good figure, himself, and the fact that Jessica was his sister didn't prevent him from admiring her as a sex symbol. Far from it. Their relationship only made her more exciting to Randolph.

He watched her come up the walk, lush hips swinging saucily. Jessica had a mane of tawny amber hair that tumbled around a rather exotic face – high cheekbones, slightly tilted green eyes and a wide, sensual mouth. Her body, clad in a jade-green sheath dress at the moment, was splendid. She had large, thrusting tits, wide, curvaceous hips and a tiny waist, giving her a classic hour glass figure. Her legs were long and shapely and her ass was shaped like an inverted valentine, the firm cheeks of her ass sweeping down in a sweet curve.

He left the window and walked down the hallway, opening the front door just as Jessica mounted the steps. He held the door open and she stepped in, then he turned to lead her into the house. But Jessica halted just inside the doorway, glancing at her wristwatch.

Randolph turned back. The door was still open, her delectable form framed in the entrance.

"I'm running kind of late for work, this morning, Randy," Jessica told him.

Disappointment showed in his eyes. Randolph always looked forward to these frequent morning visits from his sister.

"No time?" he asked.

Jessica smiled bewitchingly, tossing her head in a cascade of amber curls.

"Oh, yeah – enough," she said.