Chapter 3

He was curled against Cari's nakedness when he awoke. She felt warm and smooth; they fitted against each other like two spoons nestled together.

Chance didn't want to move, but the sunlight beaming in through an irritating separation in the drapes made it necessary. His eyes couldn't take the bright rays.

He rolled to his back, closing his eyes and trying to drift into sleep again. After all, it was Saturday morning, and Saturday mornings were made for sleeping late.

It was no good. He was wide awake. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, tracing the stucco swirl patterns there.

As much as he loved his sister, and as glad as he was to see her, Cari's being here was bothering him. Three months ago, at the beginning of the summer, it would have been the perfect arrangement.

But that was three months ago - before he met Tanya. And Cari didn't even know about Tanya, didn't know her loving brother was engaged, would be married in another ten days.

Chance felt like a heel. Cari deserved better than that. He had tried on several occasions to tell his younger sister about his fiancee, but had never worked up the courage. Cari was more than just a sister - she was his lover. How does one go about telling a lover that he's in love with another woman and going to marry her? He knew he couldn't, not without hurting Cari. And he knew she would never understand if he told her that Tanya was a virgin. Cari just wouldn't understand. Not Cari, ever-ready and ever-willing Cari.

Memories flooded his mind, taking him back to that night five years ago. It was two months after their parents had been killed in a car accident. He had come home to visit Uncle Bill and Aunt Emma, and Cari who was living with them. His uncle and aunt had gone to a movie and left him and his sister alone.

He had gone to his room early, telling Cari he had to study, he remembered, when in fact he wanted to read a rather sexy book he had picked up in the bus station, and diddle himself. He was well into an arousing scene, his erect prick in hand, when Cari, fourteen and just learning about her own body, walked into the room.

It was hard to recall all the details, he was embarrassed and awkward, and a virgin, despite being nineteen and a sophomore in college. But Cari knew what she wanted - her big brother. And that's what she got. And for five years, they had shared their bodies whenever the opportunity presented itself.

They both had taken other lovers in those five years, but none were lasting, for either of them. That was, until Chance met Tanya.

Chance smiled, he could hear Cari calling his raven-haired fiancee a cow. As Cari had noted last night, he had a definite taste for big-titted women. Tanya was definitely big-titted, and beautiful. She was also quite willing and passionate. Her only hangup was an old-fashioned desire to preserve her virginity until her wedding night. Chance never understood that, but after a month of trying to get Tanya in his bed, he realized it was an impossible task. He also realized he was in love with the young woman. The results had been two months of mutual masturbation sessions, a box or two of come-drenched tissues and lubricant- stained panties. And, of course, Tanya's intact hymen, that thin membrane of flesh she was saving for their wedding night.

Tanya knew he had had other lovers. However, she had no idea one of them was his sister.

Cari - Tanya, Tanya - Cari. As many times as he rolled the two around in his head, they just didn't seem to fit. There had to be just one, and that was Tanya.

For a twenty-four year old attorney, fresh out of law school, junior member of the biggest law firm in town, he didn't feel too smart. Carl just didn't fit into his vision of the future, a life he planned to share with one woman, Tanya, his wife. He should have told his sister about Tanya earlier, perhaps from the very beginning, and thus prepared her for the eventual outcome.

Now anything he said, anyway he said it, would be like hitting his sister over the head with a sledge hammer. There was no way to lessen the shock. If it were possible, he would have kicked himself in the ass for being so stupid!

"Mmmmmmm," Cari sighed, rolling to her back beside him. I feel wonderful! Last night was fantastic, Big Brother. Now, your little sister feels like being fucked awake. I can't think of a better way to start the morning."

"Cari, I need to talk with you," Chance started, fully intent on telling his sister everything about Tanya and their quickly approaching marriage.

"Later, Chance, please." Cari pouted, her voice a piteous plea. "Right now I need to feel my brother inside me, filling me with his hard cock."

She pulled him to her, her lips softly brushing against his. Without thinking, he responded, pressing down atop her, reveling in the firm feel of her young breasts spearing into the nakedness of his chest. Her tongue was in his mouth, languidly exploring the roof of his mouth and toying with his tongue.

Damn! He cursed himself, feeling a rush of desire course through his loins. His cock was on the rise again. You've got about as much control over yourself as a mink in heat when it comes to your sister!

"That's better," the frosty-haired nymph cooed as their mouths drifted apart. "For a minute, you had me afraid I was going to have to get down on my hands and knees and beg for you to fuck me."

"That's never bothered you before," he answered with a playful kiss.

"If that's what you want, I'll do it right now," she replied. Her voice was husky and drowsy, still half-asleep, but containing the beginnings of lust.

"Perhaps later," he said. "Right now, this will do just fine."

He kissed, tenderness growing to passion as he drilled his tongue deeply, striving for her throat. She wiggled and squirmed beneath him, working a hand between his legs. Her fingers found the hose-like length of his penis. He throbbed and grew under the intimate fondling of her cool fingertips.

"I love to feel you get hard while I hold you." Her eyes fluttered open, flashing with a lusty light. "There's a certain satisfaction in knowing that this magnificent prodder is pulsing and growing for me, to feel its strength and power."

He loved it too. His cock was now stiff and thick, a pole of need and desire, testimony of the pleasure he found in his teen- age sister's playful tauntings.

"And these," she said, slipping her hand to his scrotum. "I like to hold your balls, feel them moving around in their bag when my fingers play with them."

He moaned. His testicles shot around in their hairy sac under the exploring caress of her fingertips.

"In fact, I like everything about my brother's pussy pleaser," she said with a shivery little sigh. "Especially when it's burrowed deeply within me."

She gave his stiff cockshaft a firm, ardent squeeze to make sure he got her meaning. He didn't need such an obvious demonstration of her desire. There was nothing he liked better than to ensconce his prick in the tender folds of his sister's quim.

However, he was not ready for that, at least not at the moment. Last night, caught in the passion of their reunion, they had been rushed. This morning, fresh from a restful sleep and with no pressing business facing either of them, he wanted to take his time.

Taunting his fingertips over the taut sleekness of the young blonde's flat stomach, he worked his hand upward until a palm cupped the rounded base of one of his sister's breasts. Her flesh was velvety smooth and radiated a summery sexual warmth. He reveled in the touch of her, the youthful firmness of her ripe, bulging tits.

In lazy languor, he tickled his flngertips around the round base of her luscious tit. Aroused shivers and delightful waves of erotically induced gooseflesh rippled over her silky flesh. Her chest heaved with mounting anticipation while his fingers lovingly crept up the alluring contour of her breast.

"Ohhhhhhh!" She gasped, trembling when his fingers found the quiescent nipple sleeping atop the knoll of her pleasure.

Tenderly, he fondled the soft little button, sending suffusing tremors of arousal through his sister's supine body. Beneath the dexterous manipulation of his fingertips, he brought the mammary bud to life. It swelled, its coral pinkness blushing redly. It stiffened, rubbery hard with excitement, until it stood straight up, a tight-pointed tip jutting into the air.

In an abrupt movement that caused the teen-ager to suck in her breath and groan with abandoned relish, his fingers released their hold on her nipple and suddenly dropped down to cup her tit again. Solidly, he kneaded the apple-like shape of her young breast, while he ducked his head down, his lips capturing the swollen nubbin of her need.

"Suck it, Big Brother," the frosty-tressed beauty whispered her desire. "Suck it!"

Her back arched upward, feeding the creamy flesh of her tit into his welcoming mouth. He sucked, harder and harder. At the same time his tongue, a moist whip of pleasure, lashed across the swollen nipple and his teeth nibbled at the delicate morsel.

Her hand tightened around the stiffness of his cock. Fervently, she squeezed the thick rod of sex. She jacked at him, her fist rushing up and down on the desire-laden rail of flesh. His balls churned within the security of their bag, afire with a rising need to quench their flames in the liquid warmth of his sister's wanton pussy.

"Brother, please!" There was no sleep in the nymph's voice now, only desire. "I want you. I want to feel this fat cock moving in and out of me. Fuck me! Please fuck me!"

Trying his best to ignore his own growing need, he relinquished his squeezing grip on her tender tit and reached down to encompass the feminine knoll of her cunt. Tightly he clamped his palm over the plump rise of her sex, kneading as he had kneaded her breast but an instant ago.

"Damn you! You're going to have me climbing the walls!" His sister twisted out from under his pinning weight. His edacious lips were wrenched from her tit with a wet smacking sound. "If you won't fuck me, then I'll fuck you."