Chapter 5

Cari was waiting for him when he arrived back at the apartment. She was wearing a light blue negligee, one of those long, flowing robes of diaphanous material. She was half-sitting, half-lying on the sofa in a very seductive pose. The sheer fabric of her negligee left little to his imagination, though it did increase the erotic effect of her pose. There was something about almost bare women that seemed ten times more sexy than naked flesh.

"You're home earlier than I expected," the frosty-haired blonde greeted him.

"And I thought I told you not to wait up for me?" he said. The gown was perfect for her. It complimented her deep blue eyes and provided the correct background for her waist-length blonde hair. "And I thought you might be hungry and like an early morning snack," she replied, shifting one of her long, supple legs. For the flrst time he noticed she was wearing panties beneath the negligee. The covered mound of her sex made it that more alluring. "Does a couple scrambled eggs, some bacon, toast, and coffee sound good?"

"Sorry, but I'm still full from dinner. Tanya and I had a steak."

"Steak? While I had to settle for a bologna sandwich?" She smiled, noticing the lingering gaze of his probing eyes. "How about some coffee then?"

He shook his head. She wasn't wearing a top beneath the gown. The firm little globes of her breasts were clearly visible to him. The fabric of the negligee clung to their ripe form, making them sleek and shining.

It was more than obvious to him why she had chosen her attire. He had told her about Tanya's and his sex life - or lack of it. Now, little sister was making herself available to help ease big brother's frustration. He loved her for it.

"Well, I guess if you don't want anything to eat," she said with another little coy smile, "we should turn in for the night. I'll sleep in here on the couch. I won't want to compromise your virtue now that you're about to become an old married man."

He chuckled, then shook his head. "If I remember correctly we both compromised each other's virtue a long time ago. It's a little late to start worrying about that."

She turned her head from him, eyes downcast.

"Hey, baby sister, what wrong?" He quickly stepped to the couch and sat down beside her. "Did I say anything wrong?"

"No, no, it's just me." She wiped at her eyes. There were tears there. "I just can't stop thinking about it. We've had five years together, but in another eight days it will be all over. We'll have to start acting like every other brother and sister."

He took her in his arms and held her tenderly. Softly, he stroked the long mass of her flowing blonde hair.

"Chance, I'm sorry. I'm acting silly. Despite everything, I really do like Tanya. She's a beautiful woman and she seems to be in love with you. And I can tell you're in love with her everytime you look at her. Only a man in love can get a stupid expression like that!" She tried to laugh, weakly. "Don't mind me. I'm just feeling sorry for myself... and a little bit jealous."

"It's all right," he whispered, kissing her forehead. "I handled this all wrong."

"Don't blame yourself. You've just got a silly kid sister."

"No way! Cari Weston is the best possible sister Chance Weston could ever hope to have. And I happen to love her."

She kissed him, a very sisterly kiss, and smiled. "And you're one hell of a brother, did you know that?"

"Yep!" He grinned. "You're lucky to have me."

"God! You're also a conceited bastard!" She laughed now, the tears disappearing from her eyes. "But I still love you."

"Great! Because, I've just decided that I'm hungry and want something to eat."

"Okay, Big Brother, little sister is willing to serve. After all, I did stay up to fix you a snack," she said. "What do you want to eat?"

"You." He paused a moment, letting his answer sink in. "I want to run my tongue up that lovely pussy of yours and give you a licking you'll never forget."

"Hmmmm, I don't know about that. I don't remember that dish being on the menu." She tried to appear calm, but he felt the shivers of delight course through her body.

"It's a gourmet item, he whispered. "Think I could convince you to prepare it for me?"

"Gourmet dishes really aren't my line..."

Without warning, his hand shot down to her crotch, grasping the plump womanly knoll of her pubis. He squeezed down hard and firmly, making sure she felt the pressure through the thin layers of her gown and panties.

She did. She moaned and trembled, her pelvis hunching a little, pressing into his palm. "You just convinced me! Any special way you want it served?"

"I'll take care of that," he said. "All you have to do is just lay back and enjoy it!"

Immediately, she leaned back, fluffing one of the sofa pillows behind her head. Her position would give her a total view of his oral caresses. The blonde shared his delight in watching a lover give him head.

Slowly, he pulled the tie-strings of her negligee, opening the neck of the gown. His fingers then went to work on her buttons, freeing them one by one, then opening the gown wide.

"Has anyone ever told you that you do that nicely?" she said.

"None of your business," he said with a smile. "But I'm glad you liked it."

He leaned over and attacked her young breasts with a flourish of kisses, leaving both glowing warm with sexual heat, and each nipple stiff and erect. At the same time, his hands, and her wiggling hips managed to work her thin, blue, bikini-style panties down her sleek legs.

He continued his kissing, languorously taunting down to the flat expanse of her taut stomach. He paused briefly, letting his tongue tease the deep, sensual well of her navel. Appreciatively, her hands stroked his hair and caressed his cheeks.

"It feels so good," she crooned with relish. "Even your breath is exciting, warm, and arousing."

He knew what she meant, remembering how many times he had enjoyed feeling the warm streams of her breath caressing the stiff length, of his cock.

Downward, he kissed, taunting his way closer and closer to the fur-fleeced mound of his sister's cunt. But before his lips touched that soft fluff, he suddenly swung his head to the side, using his lips and tongue to tease along the smooth interior of one of her thighs.

He repeated the tantalizing maneuver on the opposite thigh, blowing lightly on the strands of her pubic down as he turned his mouth to her other leg.

He didn't rush. The longer he took, the higher her anticipation would be when his mouth finally pressed against the waiting lips of her pussy. A man's mouth is one of the greatest pleasures he can offer a woman. When it's given, a man should take his time, making sure the woman receives the full effects of tongue and lips.

Kissing up from her thigh, he circled up to the fringe of her tender foliage. Then he weaved his tongue downward through those soft, silky strands.

However, he denied her trembling groove of sex the touch of his oral digit. Instead, he continued his taunting. Playfully, he ran his tongue to each side of that intimate slit, sometimes teasingly wiggling it right next to the moist mouth of her quim.

"Damn! It feels wonderful!" The blonde above him moaned in a deep, lusty voice. "It's like being tortured with pleasure!"

It was exactly like that. Because that's what he was doing to her. Each tickling stroke of his tongue, each fleeting maneuver toward the quivering lips of her labia was designed to incite her, and awaken the desirous needs within the steaming channel of her cunt.

Without a hint of what was to come next, he ran his tongue along the crease of her sex. He didn't delve into that hot, juicy pocket, but simply toyed up and down the slit. He licked away the moist droplets of her womanly fluids, smacking his lips loudly so that she knew he swallowed down her juices.

Then, using both hands, he spreaded the plump, pink lips of her cunt, opening her so that he saw the delicate scalloped lips of her inner labia. In a wide, laving lap, he ran the taunting length of his tongue up and down the wet channel. At the top of his swipe, he paused momentarily, lovingly circling the aroused bud of her clit.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" she cooed in deep satisfaction. She writhed, her pelvis responding with a trembling little hunch. "Gooooood!"

Again and again, he licked the quivering groove of her sex, replacing the flow of her fluids with the shining veneer of his saliva. Her hands tightened on the back of his head, but she didn't push him down into the hungry mouth of her cunt. She was doing as he told her, lying back and savoring the oral delights he provided.

With the same lazy slowness, he finally got down to the serious task of eating her. Using his tongue-tip, he parted the inner lips of her pussy and languorously slithered his oral digit into the juicy quick of her body.

Like a jolt of electricity, the intimate penetration jarred her. She writhed, her hips beginning to undulate on their own accord. She was fucking herself on his tongue, hunching at his face.