Chapter 1

Fawn was happy to be alone. Her roommate Staci took a night school class every Wednesday night, and for Fawn the chance to be by herself was a pleasure she looked forward to each week. Sometimes Jeff would come over while Staci was gone.

Fawn would tease him, dance half-naked in front of him, finally coax him into fucking her in the bathtub. Or under the kitchen table, anywhere to break up the monotony of the bed. But this week Jeff was out of town at a business conference. All in all it was just as well with Fawn. She liked being alone once in a while and had little opportunity for it.

She and Jeff had been going together for nearly a year now. And even though she thought she liked him as much as ever, and though the sex was still pretty good as long as she spiced it up by inventing new places to do it, she couldn't help feeling a little stale, weary about the whole thing.

Maybe his absence for a week would inject some kind of new intensity into their relationship. Though frankly, she said to herself, I really don't miss him all that much. Tonight I'm just going to enjoy the peace and quiet. I'm going to take a long bath, and wash my hair. And maybe sip a glass of wine and watch TV a little.

As soon as Staci had gone, Fawn slipped out of her clothes and into her bathrobe. Then she fixed herself a leisurely dinner. After eating, she went into the bathroom and started the tub water. While she waited for the tub to fill, she piled her thick auburn hair on top of her head and placed a shower hat over it.

When the shower hat was in place, she took off her robe 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. At other times Staci's presence, even if the bathroom door was locked, somehow made her nervous, self-conscious. As if it were somehow wrong or even filthy to touch her own nipples or run a tender, tickling finger along the moist folds of her cunt. She was afraid she might shudder or moan softly, and Staci would overhear her. Not that she ever masturbated any more, of course. No need for that what with Jeff fucking her ears off four or five times a week.

All she really wanted was the chance to look at and touch her own naked body in total privacy. To investigate the sweet succulent mysteries that made men, all men it seemed, crave her so much. That made Jeff, for instance, groan and twitch with lust from the moment he touched her naked flesh until he popped and flooded her hungry pussy with cum.

While the hot water crashed into the tub, she took a hand mirror and stood with it in front of the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. 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 skin tanned easily, richly and since she knew that the contrast between tanned and untanned skin was fantastically sexy she always kept her body golden and coppery except where her bikini panties and bra protected it from the sun. There her skin was pale and creamy, marvelously white and tempting.

Her firm high asscheeks were two glowing moons below the incurved sweep of her long bronze back. Her young uptilted tits were two creamy globes thrusting out above a velvety expanse of her flat golden midriff. She had large, inviting nipples, tinged a deep rose color, puffy soft cones that swelled out from her tits.

She stood before the mirror frontways, sideways, backways. The full perky curve of her taut ass was amazing. Her firm round tits were just the right size, her large nipples swollen and pointing. She ran a hand lightly down the silken skin of her stomach and dipped a finger playfully into the deep puckered cup of her navel.

Next she planted her feet wide apart, bending her knees slightly. One side of the hand mirror gave back a magnified reflection, and she slipped this side between her spread thighs. Fascinated, she gazed down at the huge pink-lipped slash of her own pussy.

The folds of her cunt-lips were moist and shiny, but only half-blossomed at this point. They revealed only hints of the fiery-red wet inner slit they protected. The small heavenly button of her clit was half-hidden up under its pinkish hood.

Fawn slid one forefinger slowly between the lips of her cunt, parting them farther. She inserted the finger all the way into the warm greasy depths of her sensitive channel until it was stopped by the last knuckle. Her knees trembled involuntarily. She rotated the finger, and with her thumb, rapidly rubbed her clit until it swelled and pulsed.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she gasped.

It felt so good! It felt so good to be doing it herself, and watching it in the mirror. The magnification made her cunt look huge, red and wet, and her fingers enormous, probing it. 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, her breath came so fast, that she could hardly hold her position or keep the hand-mirror in place.

Quickly she put it on the floor and squatted over it. She dug softly in her flowing pussy with both hands now, shivering uncontrollably. In the door mirror she noticed her glazed eyes. Her long nipples were tight and erect.

Oh God, I think I'll do it! she said to herself. I think I will, I'm going to do it!

"Ahhhhhhh... anngghh," she heard the sounds coming from her throat.

Her whole body flushed and melted with hot tremors. She was so involved with the decision she had made, to bring herself off, to make herself come right there, that at first she didn't notice the water on the floor.

But suddenly her bare knees felt wet. She was shocked out of the trembling hot sexuality that gripped her. Then the water poured over the mirror itself. Fawn gasped, and turned her head. Water was spilling rapidly over the edge of the tub.

"Oh shit--!" she cried out. "Goddamn it! Shit!"

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

Gritting her teeth, her eyes filling briefly with tears at her own foolishness, she snatched towels from every available rack and began mopping up the mess. She wrung out the wet towels over the emptying tub, then sopped up more water. 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 and headed for the front door, finding herself halfway down the hall before she noticed that she was still totally naked. She leaped back to the bathroom for her robe. She slipped into it, then tried to control her panting and her anger as she walked down the hall again to the door.

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

Ordinarily Eric would have made a quick joke to relieve her irritation. But the look on his face told her that he felt even more down than she did at the moment.

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

"You can if you're good with a mop," she said, closing the door behind him.

But Eric was so distracted he didn't seem to hear her. He stalked into the living room, nervous, jumpy.

"Have you got anything to drink around here?" he asked.

"I think there's some Scotch in the kitchen. And maybe some wine."

Fawn pulled off the shower hat and shook her thick mane of hair back over her shoulders. She knew now that it would be a while until she got to her bath.

"I'll take the Scotch," her brother said.

"What's the matter, Eric?"

With him following her, she went into the kitchen. She found the half-empty bottle, which was used mostly by Staci's boyfriends, and poured him a drink from it. Eric grabbed the glass and gulped the whiskey thirstily.

"Danika," he growled. "She's been screwing another guy. For nearly two months. I only found out about it tonight."

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

Eric gave a bleak shrug. He drained his glass and handed it back to her. Fawn refilled it with the pale golden liquor.

"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 you to get drunk at all."

But when she looked at the pain in his eyes, and then thought of her own foolishness in the bathroom minutes ago, she was tempted to join him. Not to get drunk, but just to have a few drinks and forget about everything for a little while. To help him forget.

She knew he probably wanted to talk about what a bitch Danika was to do this. And Fawn knew she wouldn't have trouble agreeing. Long ago she had suspected something like this would happen. She had thought from the beginning that Danika was a prick-happy little flirt who would never be happy with only one man.

Danika was a small dark-haired girl with flashing eyes, long natural eyelashes, lovely high cheekbones, a full sensual mouth, and sexual allure that filled any room she walked into with murky invitations. For her small size she had a great curvy body, and stunning long legs. From the start Fawn had thought Eric was asking for trouble in marrying her.

Now that Danika had finally gone and betrayed him, maybe it was time for Fawn to play straight with her brother. She would try not to say 'I told you so, ' but it wouldn't hurt to listen, to give him some support. And it would get her mind off that silly business in the bathroom.

"Come on," Eric joked again, winking at her once more. "What kind of party is this with only one drunk?"

Fawn smirked at him. "Why not."

She took a glass from the cupboard, filled it with ice and Scotch, then clinked it against his and drank. They took the bottle with them into the living room and sat down. Fawn sat on the sofa, Eric on one of the easy chairs.

Her brother launched into a long, bitter tirade against his wife. Fawn listened dutifully, drinking along with him and nodding at the right moments. The Scotch made her feel warm and tingly. As time wore on she began to wish that her bathrobe was made out of something other than satin, because it was so slippery.

It was hard enough to keep the skirt down over her thighs and knees. But even worse was the constantly loosening sash. Whenever she moved it loosened more. Her firm upthrusting tits pushed against the front part of the robe until the neck lapels were gaping wider and wider, revealing more and more of her smooth tanned upper chest.

Her feelings were complicated even more by the delicious sensation of the cool slippery satin against her warm, tingling skin. It rasped softly across her sensitive nipples, rustling against the skin of her inner thighs as she modestly tucked it there. She contemplated making an excuse to get up and change. But it felt so good and warm, and tingly that she really couldn't decide.

In front of her brother she felt very modest, but at the same time remarkably relaxed. Especially since he was so obsessed by his wife's betrayal that he hardly paid Fawn the slightest attention. After a while, as he droned on about Danika's infidelities, she really didn't hear him any more.

Instead she just stared at him, feeling pleasantly giddy and warm, and fell into a sort of trance. She didn't know how long she drifted in her warm sensual reveries. She squirmed in her seat, and felt dazed and too warm. She drifted back to conscious awareness and noticed that Eric's droning voice had stopped.

Then she saw his eyes. He was sunk in some kind of trance too. He was staring at her, but not at her face. No, his eyes had dropped lower, and she glanced down and saw that the sash of her bathrobe had come completely undone, probably because of her unconscious squirming.

The robe had fallen open, and her body was exposed from her throat to the top glistening fringe of her pubic hair. Flushing with embarrassment, Fawn pulled the robe shut.

"Oh I don't know what happened to me!" she said breathlessly.

"Don't," Eric croaked softly, his eyes briefly pained at she closed the robe over her body.

"Eric!" she said, as if to shame him. But her voice was not convincing.

"Please don't."

"Eric, I'm your sister!"

Eric shook his head, as if to clear it, as if to wake himself up. He grinned at her.

"That's right," he said. "You are. I guess I almost forgot. For a minute there I think... well, I was remembering that time I stole your bikini top."

It was something Fawn had not thought about for years. As a youngster, when diving into the family swimming pool one afternoon she had lost her mini bikini top. Embarrassed, she had surfaced squealing and splashing, looking everywhere for it. But Eric, laughing outrageously, had jumped into the pool and scooped it up before she could reach it.

He had refused to return it until she emerged half-naked from the pool, her arms crossed nervously over her bare young tits. She could still recall the look in his eyes as he boldly tried to peek through the angles of her elbows and forearms for a glimpse of her nipples. Before taking back the bra, feeling just as bold as he, she had dropped her arms to her sides, giving him a full shot of what he wanted to see. Her brother's eyes had flashed as big as saucers.

Now she blushed hotly. "You were?" she said, her voice quivering beyond control.

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

"Eric, I think we'd better change the subject," Fawn said.

Her hot blood was thundering against her ears, her skin was hot and prickly. Her mind whirled confusingly. 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.

They were both a little drunk, she knew. But Eric had drunk more than she had, so it was up to her. Acting firmly, she tightened the sash of her robe, then stood up.

"I think I'd better change, get into something else," she said. "Don't you?"

"No," Eric said.

"I mean," Fawn's voice faltered, "we'll both feel better if there isn't any chance of..." but she couldn't go on.

"Of what?" Eric asked, looking into her eyes.

"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 chest was heaving. That only made him more interested in the sight of her plump nipples floating under the shiny satin of her bathrobe. His eyes flickered with half-drunken ironies.