Chapter 2

"Eric," she whispered, "it was never like that for me before. Never."

He kissed her mouth 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 whispered shyly. "So wrong. I don't know what got into us. I just couldn't help myself. I wanted you so badly. I still want you so much. Isn't that awful?"

"How could anything so good be awful?" he grinned, stroking her throbbing tits until she began to squirm with growing desire.

She knew he was right. If it had thrilled her so much only because he was her brother, there might be something to worry about. But no, he had fucked her like no man had ever fucked her before. That was something you had to feel grateful for, not guilty.

Fawn realized that they had to fuck again, they had to fuck more than once. Because if they parted now, tomorrow their shame might overwhelm them. They might never have this moment again! She couldn't stand the thought of that.

Already she could feel his huge prick swelling and throbbing again in her fingers. She rubbed it and stroked it, feeling it grow stiff. She rolled over on top of him, dangling her swollen tits in his face.

"Do you like my body?" she murmured as he sucked her soft, bulbous left nipple into his mouth.

"Ummmmmm," he nodded, trying to swallow it.

Already Fawn was panting, writhing, pushing her upper body down into his face. He brought his hands up to her dangling tits, and hungrily devoured them with his lips and teeth. Fawn moaned loudly, feeling her tits fill with heat, her nipples 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?" she asked, feeling devilish.

"Better, much better!" Eric panted, feeding her swollen, hanging tits into his mouth.

He buried his face between them, wildly gobbling the taut pointing nipples. Fawn shut her eyes and pushed her aching tits down into his mouth. Tight helpless cawing sounds came from deep in her throat.

"Ohhhhh... do you like to suck my tits?"

"Ummmmmm!"

He was trying to swallow them. Her cunt was hot and wet with juice again. 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.

"Ohhhhh... Eric," she moaned. "This time I'm going to fuck you while you suck my tits, like this. Oh! Unh! Like this, ungh! Oh! Yes, yes!"

She reached back with one hand and easily slipped the head of his thick twitching cock into the squishy wetness of her slit. Then she slid down on it, impaling herself on the stiff fucker. Giddy with animalistic heat, she fucked down on his prick, gyrating her hips.

She squeezed his cock sharply again and again with the muscles of her cunt, writhing and whinnying with delight as he held her by her dangling tits, his fingers sinking into their spongy resilience. His lips and teeth and tongue drove her tight fiery nipples crazy.

Gasping, Fawn wriggled her saliva-wet tits down into his face. She pinched his long probing cock with her dripping, velvety pussy.

"Do you like to fuck me this way?" she gasped. "Unnnh! Eric? Eric? Oh baby, do you like it, do you like fucking me?"

"God, yes!" Eric moaned.

He clenched his muscles and slammed his prick up into her. His fingers dug in the jouncy firm flesh of her ass. His lips tore at her bursting nipples.

"Am I... ohhhhhh 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! Oh! I'm coming, baby! Right now!"

The combination of his hungry mouth mauling her tits and the giant battering ram of his cock piercing her pussy had brought on a climax before she expected it. Shivering and whooping, she ground her cunt down on his upthrusting prick and held on for dear life.

Her body was ripped to pieces by wave after delicious, pummeling wave of hot coming. Her orgasm never seemed to stop. It just dipped and rose and wrenched her with ferocious paroxysms, then subsided, then rose up again to bleed hot tremors out of her shuddering flesh.

She didn't know how long it took for Eric to come too. But he did, and he gripped her roughly, then tore up into her from the bed. He plunged his prick deeper into her than ever. For the first time she felt herself wincing with pain as the huge monster skewered her cunt.

"Ohhhhh owww! Ouch! Owwnnuugghhh!" she howled, her body suddenly gripped by an even fiercer seizure of coming.

She rode him and rode him, her body squirming and flipping out of control. But Eric held her tightly and buried his massive cock in her time after time, plunging it deep, tearing her seething guts out with it. Fawn felt like he was pumping every last drop of jism 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 spent lust. They gazed at each other, but no longer with guilt.

They were too tired for that, Fawn realized. She glanced at the bedroom clock and saw that they had been fucking this time for almost forty-five minutes. Staci would be home soon. She had to get Eric out of there.

Reluctantly, he began to pull on his clothes. He kissed her slowly, 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 swelling tits 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, Fawn began to understand why. It wasn't so much the shame of what they had done. No, it was their raw, overpowering hunger for one another that they had to fear.

Neither of them, she knew, had ever had such a burning, gasping, uncontrollable fuck with anyone else. They both sensed that if they gave in completely to this blind thirst for each other's bodies, they might burn one another up so quickly that the whole thing would be over before they knew it.

I couldn't stand that, Fawn thought. Never having him again? I just couldn't stand it. I'd die first.

But 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. She felt a kind of gnawing, aching horniness that was so persistent it was almost embarrassing.

She felt like an animal in heat, always staring hotly at men. She wondered 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. I need him to suck me and fuck me, she thought.

When Jeff came back to town, she eagerly went to his apartment and let him fuck her three times in rapid succession. 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 I need him, I need him to fuck me. Nobody else, just Eric. If this keeps up, I'm just going to go crazy.

She didn't want to phone him. The situation with Danika might still be delicate. Also, she didn't trust herself. She might blurt out over the phone that she needed him to fuck her.

And what if he had patched things up with his wife? That thought started a hot intolerable pinching in her gut. He would feel guilty, he would swear to himself never to go to bed with his sister again. Fawn could feel herself making fists with frustration as she thought of it.

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 help jumping up and getting off. Great! Now what are you going to do? she asked herself.

Resigning herself to the mad impulse, 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.

Instead of Eric, 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 me 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 polite way to 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 living room. 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 martinis by herself and watching TV at 5:30 in the afternoon. And Danika seemed defensive about it too.

"I hope you don't get the wrong idea," she shouted from the kitchen. "I'm not just sitting here getting smashed 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?"

"Of course," 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. She had been too swept up in the 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."

Danika wore a thick yellow quilted bathrobe with tiny rosebuds all over it. She had it buttoned up all the way to the throat. It was not a sexy garment at all, more like a little girl's fluffy robe. It completely concealed her body down to the furry bedroom slippers on her feet.

Fawn began to wonder if she might have been wrong. Danika certainly didn't seem like some kind of sexpot right now. Instead she was shy, and anxious, and sad and lonely. Fawn found herself filling with sympathy for her instead of the jealousy she had expected to feel.

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

"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?"

"I don't know," Danika sobbed quietly. "I suppose I am."

"Eric said you went to bed with his best friend."

Danika nodded, biting her full lower lip, which quivered with each deep sob. "I was. Fawn, I wish I could make somebody understand. I'm crazy about your brother, not the other guy. But for some reason 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. I was just burning up for him, and nothing helped. Nothing!"

Fawn gulped down her martini, feeling her face grow hot. She felt herself blushing and saw her hands shaking. Across from her on the sofa Danika was biting her fist, choking on her soft sobs. 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.

I understand, Danika, she thought. I understand much more than you think.

"I couldn't stop myself!" Danika wept, her face streaked with tears.

"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 and went across the room. She sat next to Danika on the sofa. She took one of Danika's shaking hands between her own and cradled 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. If you only knew. Danika smiled through her tears with temporary relief, sighing and bending her neck so that her head rested lightly on Fawn's shoulder. She cried softly again.

"Oh, I don't know why that makes me feel better," she said in a small voice. "But it does, in a way."