Chapter 2

Fawn made her brother leave before Kelley returned from night school. She didn't trust either of them to ever be able to look at each other any more without instantly revealing the hot shame and thrilling urgency of their mutual lust. By the time her roommate returned, she herself was in the bathroom again, merrily washing her hair under the shower as if nothing unusual had happened. But there was no way she could get it out of her mind, or wash the feel of him off her still-tingling body.

The stormy passion of their shameful, wonderful, forbidden fuck had caught them both by surprise, and had spent itself more quickly than they realized. When they regained their breath and their senses, and Eric rolled off her with a happy moan, Fawn glanced at the bedroom clock and knew that Kelley would not be home for over an hour yet. Somehow she was both horrified and elated by this realization. It meant that nothing outside themselves would save them, not the clock, not Kelley, not anything. Being fucked by her own brother once, and loving it the way she had, all that was bad enough. But if they did it again...

Fawn knew the guilt would be even worse, but paradoxically doing it with him again would somehow make it okay, too. It would make them lovers in a way one spontaneous fuck could never do. And yet she couldn't restrain herself, couldn't hold herself back from him, but swarmed over him as he lay contentedly sprawled across her bed, nibbling his lower lip, licking the sweat from his hard shoulder. "Eric... Eric, it was never like that for me, never before," she whispered.

He kissed her and sighed as her hand found his long limp cock and squeezed it gently. "Never for me either," he said.

"But it's wrong," she whimpered meekly, "so wrong... I don't know what got into us. I just couldn't help myself, I wanted you so badly, I still do. I still want you. Isn't that awful?"

He grinned, propping himself up on one elbow and running his other hand over her dangling breasts. "How could anything so good be awful?"

And she knew he was right, she knew no one should be able to tell her she was sinful or dirty to have yielded to the sweet joys she had just experienced. If it had thrilled her only because he was her brother, that might be something to worry about. But no, no, she felt this way because he had fucked her like no man ever fucked her before, and that was something you had to feel grateful for, not guilty! With a sharp wince of desperation, she understood that they must fuck again, they must, before he had to leave. Because if they parted now, tomorrow their shame might overwhelm their desire. They might never have this moment again! Fawn couldn't stand the thought of that. If she might never have him again, at least she had him now. He had to fuck her again, right now, he had to know that the first time was not an accident. She had to leave him with something that would tempt him back to her.

So, hoping he was not too exhausted to get it up again, she pushed him onto his back and straddled his waist and dangled her breasts above his face, sweeping her soft thick nipples over his nose and lips. "Eric... Eric, baby," she murmured throatily, "Kelley won't be home for another hour... a whole hour."

His tongue flicked up at her nipples, making her shiver. "You don't say?" he said, between licks.

"Do you like my body?"

"Ummmmm," Eric nodded, sucking her left nipple into his mouth, trying to swallow it.

Already she was panting, writhing her upper body slowly down into his face. He brought his hands up to her dangling breasts, and hungrily devoured them with his lips and teeth. Fawn moaned loudly, feeling her breasts course with heat, her nipples seethe and burst with throbbing as he pinched and twirled them in his fingers, and sucked and lip-mauled them roughly. "Do you like my body better than Danika's?"

"Better, much better!" he groaned, feeding her swollen, hanging breasts into his mouth, burying his face between them, wildly gobbling the taut pointing nipples.

Fawn shut her eyes and pushed her aching breasts down into his mouth, opening her mouth and making tight cawing sounds from deep in her throat. "Nnnngggh... annnnggghhh," she moaned. "Do you like to suck my boobs?"

"Ummmmmm!"

Her cunt was hot and wet with juice again, and she pushed it down into the hard flesh of his belly, feeling his long prick rising against the crack of her ass, feeling it swell and twitch. "Ohhhh... Eric, oh Eric, this time I'm going to fuck you while you suck my tits, like this... aaowwnnggg, oh like this, like this!"

She reached back with one hand and easily slipped the head of his thick twitching cock into the squishy wetness of her slit, then slid down on it, impaling herself on the stiff prong of flesh. Giddy with wanton animalistic joy, she fucked down on his prick, gyrating her hips, squeezing his cock sharply again and again with the muscles of her cunt, writhing and whinnying with delight as he held her by her dangling breasts, his fingers sinking into their spongy resilience while his lips and teeth and tongue drove her tight fiery nipples crazy.

Gasping, she wriggled her saliva-wet breasts down into his face and pinched his long lovely cock with her dripping pussy. "Do you like to fuck me this way?" she gasped. "Unnh! Eric? Eric? Oh baby, do you like it, do you like fucking me?"

"Oh yes, yes!" Eric moaned. He clenched the muscles of his pelvis and slammed his prick up into her, his fingers now digging in the jouncy firm flesh of her ass.

"Am I... ohhnnnn oh Jesus Jesus! Am I better than Danika? Am I? Unngghhh! Oh shit, you fuck me so good, I don't want it to ever stop! Unnggh! Tell me... am I better? Will you come back, will you fuck me again? Oh please, Eric! OH BABY, I'M ALREADY COMING!!"

The wonderful combination of his hungry mouth mauling her breasts and the huge battering ram of his prick piercing the hot spasming depths of her pussy had brought on her climax before she had even expected it. Shivering and whooping, she ground her body into his and held onto him for dear life, and felt her body being ripped to pieces with wave after delicious, pummeling wave of coming. Her orgasm never seemed to stop, but just dipped and rose and clenched her with fearful hot paroxysms, then subsided, then rose again to bleed hot tremors out of her shuddering flesh.

She didn't know if it was soon or long after her first sharp spasm that Eric began to come too. But he did, and he gripped her roughly, and tore up into her from the bed, plunging his prick into her deeper than ever, so that for the first time she felt herself happily wincing with the pain of the huge thing that battered the deep secret mouth of her womb. "Ohhhnn owww! ouch! owwwnnnnnuunnngghh!" she yowled, her body gripped by an even more fierce seizure of coming.

She rode him, and rode him, her body flipping out of control, but he held her strongly and buried his cock in her time after time, plunging it deep, tearing her seething guts out with it, pumping every last drop of jism he had in his balls into her.

And this time when they were finished, it took them even longer to get back their breath. They lay gasping and groaning side by side, sticky with sweat, glowing with happily spent lust, gazing at each other with awe, but no longer with guilt. Fawn glanced at the bedroom clock again and saw that they'd been fucking this time for almost forty-five minutes. Kelley would be home soon. She had to get Eric out of there.

Reluctantly, he began to pull on his clothes. He kissed her ardently, stroking her naked back. Now his kiss was a lover's, not a brother's. "We have to find a way to do this again real soon," he grinned, kidding her.

"You mean it?" She cuddled into his arms, gasping again as his mouth dipped to her breasts for one last thrilling suck at each long nipple. "Was I really better than Danika?" she whispered.

"You're really better than anybody," he whispered back.

"Call me?"

"Tomorrow." he said. "If I can wait that long."

But he didn't call her the next day, nor the one after that. And after her initial hurt passed, she began to understand why. It wasn't so much the shame of what they had done as it was their awesome, overpowering hunger for each other that they had to fear. Neither of them, she knew, had ever had such a blistering, burning, pulverizing, wholly uncontrollable fuck with anyone else. Somehow they both sensed that if they gave in completely to this blind, blazing thirst for each other's bodies, they might burn one another up so quickly in the furious holocaust that the whole thing would be over before they knew it. Even though she desperately wanted to see him, wanted to feel his body moving against hers, his hands racing over her bare skin, wanted to take his large pulsing cock into her mouth where it had never been, and devour him, and make him groan and spurt helplessly into her throat, she knew she still had to respect his judgment.

Nevertheless, when a week had passed and still he had not tried to contact her, she grew restless. Part of it was that she felt horny all the time, a kind of gnawing, aching, blood-bubbling horniness that was so persistent it was almost embarrassing. She felt like an animal in heat, always staring hotly at men, wondering if they could smell the thick odors of her need, or sense how wet and itchy her cunt always felt, or how her nipples were now always half-erect under the thin fabric of her bra.

When Jeff came back to town, she eagerly went to his apartment and exultantly let him fuck her three times in rapid succession, and she came each time and was still not satisfied. This is just ridiculous, she thought, feeling her body crawl with slow fires. I never felt like this before. I don't know what's come over me, but it's got something to do with Eric. I have to see him again. If this keeps up, I'm just going to go crazy.

She didn't want to phone him because she knew the situation with Danika still might be delicate. Also, she didn't trust herself not to blurt out something over the phone about how much she needed him to fuck her, all of a sudden. The thought occurred to her that Eric might somehow have patched up things with his wife, and was afraid to call Fawn because he knew how that would upset the balance. But Fawn wanted to tell him it didn't matter, she wasn't jealous of his wife; she just needed him, she needed him so badly, he would have to understand how much she suddenly needed him, how curiously insatiable she had become.

But one evening, when she noticed that the bus she was riding home from work had taken a short detour, and was going through Eric's neighborhood, she couldn't resist jumping up and getting off. She knew it was a mad impulse. But she walked directly to his house and rang the bell, quickly thinking up casual excuses. I just happened to be in the area, she rehearsed. What I really want to do is suck your big juicy cock, Eric, and have you do unimaginable things to every part of my body with it, but I can't say that, I can't just...

But it was Danika who answered the door. "Oh hi, Fawn," she said glumly, her beautiful face looking wrung out from days of crying.

Fawn was shocked out of her reverie. "I... I," she stammered.

Danika gave her a bleak smile. "I suppose you heard about everything."

"I... Eric called about a week ago and... mentioned that you two..."

Danika shrugged and opened the door wider. "Come on in." She saw Fawn's reluctance. "Don't worry, he's not here. You won't have to get caught in the middle of any nasty fights."

Not seeing any way to politely refuse, Fawn followed her sister-in-law into the house. "Where... is he?" she asked, trying not to betray any quiver of disappointment.

Danika pursed her sensual lips, half with scorn, half with sadness. "Who knows? He said he was going away for a few days to think."

They sat in the livingroom. Danika switched off the TV. Fawn saw a pitcher of martinis and one glass on the coffee table.

"Let me get you one," Danika said nervously, seeing Fawn's eyes on the pitcher. "I'll get you a glass."

"Why not," Fawn smiled sympathetically. She felt kind of sorry for Danika, who looked so sad and confused, so lonely, sitting here drinking a martini by herself and watching TV at 5:30 in the afternoon.

And Danika seemed defensive about it, too. From the kitchen she shouted, "I hope you don't get the wrong idea. I'm not just sitting here getting soused all the time." She returned with another martini glass and poured a cocktail for Fawn. "In fact," she half-giggled, "I only had one. So far. And I waited till five o'clock. Just being a good girl. But I took a few days off from work, just because I was feeling so bad. Trying to get myself back together, you know. But around this time of day it gets a little hard. You understand, don't you?"

"Sure," Fawn said. Seeing Danika like this, so nervous and upset, made her realize that she really didn't know much about the situation at all. She knew she had not listened very carefully to Eric, being first so involved in her sexy childish memories, then swept up by her mysterious urge to go to bed with him.

"You'll have to forgive the way I'm dressed, too," Danika said, briefly but genuinely embarrassed. "I mean, it just seems so silly to get dressed when you're not going anywhere all day. So I..."

Danika wore a thick yellow quilted bathrobe with tiny rosebuds all over it. She had it buttoned all the way to the throat, and it was not a sexy garment at all, but more like a little girl's fluffy robe, completely concealing her body down to the furry bedroom slippers on her feet. Fawn began to wonder if she might have been wrong. She really couldn't doubt Eric's word, or her own earlier suspicions of the girl, but Danika certainly didn't seem like any kind of sexpot right now. Instead she was shy, and anxious, and pretty, and sad, and lonely, and Fawn found herself melting with warmth and sympathy for her, instead of the jealousy she had expected to feel.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked Danika, timidly.

"What's there to talk about?" Danika's eyes filled with quick tears, but she blinked them back. "I'm sure Eric told you what a bitch I am."

"Are you?" Fawn said calmly.

But Danika couldn't hold back the tears. She began to weep softly, her lovely face flushing with sadness. "I don't know," she sobbed quietly, "I just don't know. I suppose I am."

"Eric said you were having an affair with his best friend."

Danika nodded, biting her full lower lip, which quivered with each deep sob. "I was. Oh Fawn, I wish I could make somebody understand! I wish even I could understand! I love Eric, not the other guy, but somehow I just couldn't help myself. I don't know what came over me, but I was just going crazy for this other guy all the time." She shook her head wildly, seized by a torment of weeping. "I was just burning up for him, and nothing helped. Nothing!"

Fawn gulped her martini, and felt her face grow hot, felt herself blushing, saw her hands shaking. Across from her on the sofa, Danika was wracked with sobs, biting her fist, choking on her tears. Having someone to listen to her had brought up all her pain and confusion. And Fawn knew that she herself was not blushing for Danika, but for what she heard her sister-in-law saying, which was so close to her own predicament. Oh, I understand, Danika! she thought. I understand more than you think.

"I knew it was wrong... but there was nothing I could do!" Danika wept. "I couldn't stop myself!"

"I know, I know," Fawn soothed her.

"How can you know? How can anybody know what it was like?"

Fawn got up from her chair, went across the room, and sat next to Danika on the sofa. She took one of Danika's shuddering hands between her own and cradled it and soothed it. Then she poured each of them a fresh martini from the pitcher. "I know," she murmured to Danika. "I just know, that's all. You have to believe me."

Danika gazed at Fawn through her tear-glistening eyes. "You mean something like that has happened to you?"

Fawn nodded, trying to control her shame. If you only knew, she thought, feeling very sad. If you only knew.

Danika smiled through her tears with temporary relief, sighing and bending her neck so that her head rested on Fawn's shoulder. She began crying softly again. "Oh... I don't know why that makes me feel better. But it does... in a way."

Fawn put her hand under the collar of the robe, on Danika's moist nape, massaging her tenderly, comforting the girl, drawing her ever closer, until Danika was nestled against her, sobbing quietly now into her shoulder. The salt smell of Danika's tears and the vulnerable warmth of her body made Fawn feel curiously sad, too, and she put her arms around Danika and embraced her, feeling strange soft unfamiliar yearnings flow through her at the touch of Danika's tear-stained cheek against her bare neck.

"It's okay, okay," she murmured softly to the girl, stroking her back through the quilted bathrobe. "We can't explain it, sometimes we just have to give into it..."

Danika turned her head and smiled up at Fawn her eyes strangely murky with unmasked questions through the film of hot tears. And Fawn pressed her lips to her sister-in-law's forehead, giving her a lingering, reassuring kiss there. Then, without really knowing what she was doing, she lowered her lips to Danika's eyes, kissing away the tears, then to the girl's tear-wet cheeks. And when Danika raised her mouth slightly, and Fawn's lips found it, everything seemed so warm and natural and throbbing with strong emotion that they were deep into the kiss before either of them knew it. Their lips curved together with aching tenderness, and the slow lingering beauty of their kiss went on and on until Danika's lips imperceptibly parted as Fawn's tongue slipped into her mouth. Fawn felt Danika's tongue curling around her own, felt herself sizzling with excitement and desire as their embrace grew tighter, their hands more urgent as they groped for each other's flesh through the fabric of their clothes.