Ray Mills

Sister in the middle

CHAPTER ONE

Mona was happy to be alone. Her roommate Amy took a night-school class every Wednesday night, and for Mona the chance to be by herself was a pleasure she looked forward to each week. Sometimes Mel would come over, while Amy was gone. And Mona would tease him, dance half-naked in front of him, and finally coax him into fucking her in the bathtub. Or under the kitchen table. Anywhere to break the monotony of the bed. But this week Mel was out of town on a business conference. And all in all it was just as well with Mona. She liked being alone once in a while, and had little opportunity for it.

She took off her win 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.

All she really wanted was the chance to look at and touch hex own naked body in total privacy. She wanted to investigate the sweet succulent mysteries that made men, all men, crave her so much. That made Mel, for instance, groan and sob and twitch with passion from the moment he touched her bare flesh to the moment he popped and flooded her hungry pussy with jism.

So now that she had the chance, she wasn't going to waste it.

While the hot water crashed into the bathtub, she took a hand-minor and stood with it before the full-length mirror. 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 firm high ass-cheeks were two lovely glowing moons. Her uptilted tits were two creamy globes. She also had extraordinary nipples, large and inviting ones. The wide circles of her areolas were tinged a deep rose and swelled up puffily.

She stood before the mirror, admiring the curve of her taut ass, the supple tapering of her narrow waist, her firm tits, the long nipples swollen and navel. She dipped a finger playfully into her navel. Every time she touched her navel she remembered her first lover. It was a boy back in high school. Once in a hot sweat of desire he had been kissing her stomach, going down it slowly and lovingly on his way to her cunt, which he loved to tongue and suck. But this time when he reached her navel with his tongue he began to stab and tongue-fuck it too. He went at it so passionately that before either of them knew it he was coming, squirting warm, slimy semen all over her leg and the sheet. Not every girl can make a man come with only her bellybutton.

She ran her hands proudly over the smooth swell of her hips, down to the firm flesh of her thighs.

She planted her feet widely apart, bending her knees slightly, and slipped the hand-mirror between her spread thighs. The mirror magnified everything enormously. With delight and fascination, she gazed down at the pink-lipped slash of her cunt. The folds of her pussy were dewy and moist, revealing only tantalizing hints of the slick fiery-red inner cuntmeat they protected. Her clitoris was still half-hidden beneath its pinkish hood.

Mona inserted one finger slowly between the lips of her cunt. She parted her pussy-lips, sliding her finger all the way into the warm, greasy depths of her sensitive channel. Her knees trembling she rotated her finger. She rapidly rubbed her cunt until it swelled and pulsed.

"Ohhnnnnn!" she gasped.

It felt so good! It felt so good to be finger-fucking and watching it at the same time. 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 that she could hardly hold the hand-mirror in place.

Hastily she placed the mirror flat on the floor and squatted over it. Digging softly in her flowing pussy with two hands now, she shivered uncontrollably. Her long nipples were tight and erect. Oh, God, I think I'll do it! I think I'll do it, I'm going to do it!

"Ahhnnn… anngghh…"

Her whole body was flushed with hot tremors. Her mind reeled. She could make herself come right here, like this, where she could watch it all, if she could only keep her eyelids open.

At first she didn't notice the water on the floor. But suddenly her bare knees felt wet, shocking her out of the giddy sexual delights that pound through her. Then the water poured over the mirror itself. She gasped, and turned her head, and saw it spilling rapidly over the edge of the tub.

"Shit!" she shouted.

Quickly she jumped to her feet and shut off the faucets, yanked up the plug. But it was already too late. The floor of the bathroom was submerged in water.

Gritting her teeth, Mona snatched towels from every available rack and began mopping up the mess. 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 sad headed for the front door. She was halfway down the hall before she noticed that she was still naked. She grabbed her robe, slipped into it, then tried to control her fast breath and her rage as she walked down the hall again to the door.

"Oh, it's only you," she sighed irritably, finding her brother Steve there when she opened it.

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

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

CHAPTER TWO

Mona looked wearily at her brother. "You can come in if you're good with a mop." Steve stalked into the living room, nervous, jumpy. "Have you got anything to drink around here?"

"I think there's some Scotch in the kitchen. And maybe some wine." Mona shook her thick mane of hair back over her shoulders.

"I'll take the Scotch."

"What's the matter, Steve?" With him following her, she went into the kitchen and poured him his drink.

"Erica," he growled. "She's been… making it with another guy. For nearly two months. But I only found out about it tonight."

"Oh no." With instinctive sympathy for her brother, Mona reached out a hand and stroked his forehead tenderly. "Oh, Steve, I'm sorry."

Steve gave a bleak shrug. He drained his glass and handed it back to her. "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 to get drunk at all." But as she looked into his eyes and saw the pain there, and then thought of her own foolishness moments ago in the bathroom, she was very tempted to join him. Not to get drunk, but just to have a few drinks and forget about everything for a little while.

She knew he probably wanted to talk about what a bitch his wife Erica was to do this to him and she wouldn't have any trouble agreeing with him there. Long ago her woman's instincts had told her that Erica was a prick-happy little flirt who could never be happy with only one man at a time.

From the beginning Mona had thought Steve was in for trouble in marrying her. Now that Erica had betrayed him, maybe it was time for Mona to play straight with her brother.

"Come on," Steve joked again. "What kind of party is it with only one drunk?"

Mona smirked at him, "Why not?"

They took the bottle of Scotch with them into the living room and sat down. He began predictably to tell her about Erica's bitchiness, how she had not only been fucking around behind his back, but also doing it with one of his best friends. He launched into a long, morose, bitter, increasingly tipsy tirade, aid Mona listened dutifully, drinking along with him and nodding at the right moments.

The Scotch made her warm and tingly, but as time wore on she began to wish that her bathrobe was made out of some other fabric than satin, because it was so slippery. It was hard enough to keep the skirts over her thighs and knees, but even worse was the constantly loosening sash. Whenever she moved it loosened more, and her firm out thrusting breasts pushed against the front part of the robe until the neck-lapels were gaping wider and wider, revealing more and more of her tits.

And there was the delicious sensation of the cool slippery satin against her warm, tingling skin. It rasped softly across her sensitive nipples, rustled smoothly against her inner thighs. In front of her brother she felt vow modest, but at the same time remarkably relaxed, especially since he was so obsessed by his wife's infidelity that he hardly paid her any attention.

After a while, as Steve droned on about Erica, Mona didn't really hear him any mow. She found herself dreamily remembering herself and her brother as kids. Vague images floated in her mind. But out of them, one peculiarly exciting one emerged.

One afternoon when she was about eighteen she had walked past his bedroom and there he was, sitting on the edge of his bed, facing the open door. His thighs were spread and the long thick tube of his cock hung there in all of his glory for her to see.

Mona had stopped and stared at his large prick until it began to swell and rise and thump with blood. Then, with a nervous giggle and a very hot face, she had turned and fled down the hall.

Now Mona felt the same guilty fluttering and sharp tremors of heat in her body that she'd felt then. She squirmed and felt dazed and too warm, and she noticed that Steve's droning voice had stopped.

Then she saw his eyes. He was sunk in some kind of trance too. He was staring at her, not at her face, but lower. And she glanced down and saw that the sash of her bathrobe had come completely undone. The robe had parted, and her body was exposed from her throat to the fringe of her pubic hair.

Rushing with embarrassment, she pulled the robe shut. "Oh, I… I don't know what happened to me!"

"Don't," Steve said quietly.

"Steve!" Mona said, as if to shame him. But her voice was not convincing. "Please don't."

"Steve, I'm your sister." Across her mind flashed the image of his thick cock thumping and filling with blood. What was his prick like now that he was a man? The thought horrified her. What am I thinking like that for! I've got to stop it! He's got to stop it!

Steve shook his bond, then he grinned at her. "That's right, you are. I guess I almost forgot. For a minute there I… well, I was remembering that time I stole your bikini top."

Mona blushed hotly. It was another think she had forgotten, the time he had swiped her bra in a swimming pool just to get a glimpse of her ripe young breasts.

"I'll never forget it. You were beautiful even then, but now…"

"Steve, I think we'd better change the subject." Mona's flesh was hot and prickly, her mind in a confused whirl.

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.

She tightened the sash of her robe and stood up. "I think I'd better change, get into something else. Don't you?"

"No." He grinned, his eyes murky, friendly but deadly serious.

"I moan… we'll both feel better if there isn't any chance of…"

"Of what?"

"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 tits were heaving, which only made him more interested in the sight of her plump nipples floating under the shiny satin.

Steve's eyes seemed to flicker. "Tell you what. Look at it this way. If you're my sister, and I'm your brother, then we're both really 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. "Well, I guess I've heard everything now," Mona said, trying to match his calm irony.

"No, you haven't," Steve said. "Why don't you show me yourself just once more, before you change? Just for family's sake."

"Why should it?" My God! Mona thought. What am I doing? I'm teasing him, I'm just making it worse!

"Because I want to see you. You're lovely."

"Lovelier than Erica?" she whispered softly, growing morn ashamed of herself by the second. For the first time she let her eyes wander to the crotch of his pants and she saw the huge swelling there.

"Lovelier than anybody. I swear."

"All you want to do is see me?"

"That's all."

"You won't touch?"

Steve gave her a sardonic smile, as if to warn her that they weren't kids anymore. "Promise," he said.

"I don't believe you," she murmured. "I don't believe you for a minute… not for a minute…"

But her fingers were fiddling with the knot of her sash, tugging it, and 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 as she had earlier posed before the mirror, to show him everything.

She knew it was horribly wrong to be doing this, but the impulse was overwhelming. In the split second it took her to pull open the robe and slip it off her shoulders, showing him for the tint time every delectable inch of her supple nude body, she knew there was no going back.

They would fuck. And she would let it happen. She would invite it, though she would also fight it with every ounce of her nerve because somehow she was not supposed to let it happen, even though her cunt and tits seethed and ached for him.

Steve scrutinized her naked body, now glowing and warm and flushed with the fires of her shame and excitement. Slowly she pirouetted in front of him, showing him her ass. Her firm breasts swayed and bobbed pertly, her long puffy nipples already half-erect before his mesmerized gaze.

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

Steve nodded and licked his lips.

She stroked the smooth undersides of her creamy tits and raised them. Steve's harsh breath seemed to be clawing its way out of his throat. And that sound excited Mona further.

She came closer to him, closer, watching his crazed eyes devour her succulent tits. She watched his eyes so closely that she squealed with sharp surprise when she suddenly felt his hands gripping the backs of her thighs, pulling her forward strongly. He squeezed her asscheeks as he pushed his face into her stomach and his tongue dithered into her navel.

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

She jumped away from him, trying to act shocked, but the feel of his tongue in her navel and his fingers digging passionately into her ass-flesh had made her reel with hot thrills. "Oh Steve," she said, half mocking him, "you promised you wouldn't touch! You promised!"

Steve managed to grin again. "Couldn't help myself," he said hoarsely.

"Now Steve… Steve!" she whimpered softly, backing away, as her brother stood up from his chair, bending slightly at the waist to ease the pressure on his bulging, pants-cramped prick.

God, God, she thought, I should stop it now, before it's too late! I can't let him fuck me!