Don Tsuris - Twice As Nice Vice

"And Danika?"

"I haven't seen her since I last saw you."

Somehow that made Fawn feel very good. "Did you find anyone who could make you… forget?" She hated herself for being so coy again, but the fact that he desired her so much made her feel warm and tingly and happy.

He shook his head again. "There isn't anyone."

This is getting out of control already, Fawn thought. I promised myself I wouldn't let it happen, and yet here it goes anyway. "Look, Eric," she said, trying to grasp the conversation forcibly and get it back on the track where it belonged, "I know how you feel. I've been feeling that way too. But we can't let it get the best of us. You know as well as I do that it's wrong. That's why we kept away from each other as long as we did. I'm your sister. What we did was beautiful. It still is, when I remember it. But you know it can't go on that way. It's not normal, we'll feel guiltier and guiltier. I want you, ohhh I do want you, but I've decided that I can't do that any more. It started a whole bunch of things that are really confusing me, and I think the only way to stop them is to try and be healthy. Normal, you know what I mean?"

"What things?" Eric asked, faintly jealous.

"Never mind what things," Fawn replied, embarrassed. She couldn't dare telling him. "Look, for one thing, I'm worried about Danika. She's acting a little strange. I know she hurt you, but surely you've hurt her enough in return by now. Why don't you two…?"

"You've been talking to her?"

"I… saw her a few times. I think she needs you very much."

Eric glared at Fawn, his eyes now flickering with obvious passion, and determination. "I don't want her," he said. "I want you."

She shook her head and looked down at the floor, trying to keep the surging, yearning desires of her own body under control. "You can't have me," she whispered, trying to mean it, trying to make him see she meant it, whether she did or not. "Not any more. I think you should go back to your wife. We had something good, we can always remember it …"

Still staring at the floor, her eyes half-filled with tears at the pain of what she was saying, she didn't see him rise from his chair, but only felt him coming around the coffee table, felt his arms encircling her shoulders, his mouth pressing down into hers. She kissed him back and parted her lips to his tongue, her whole quivering body dissolving into pliant undulations of delight as his hands dug into her flesh through the fabric of her ugly clothes. Ohhh god, Eric! I want you, I want you so much, I want you to fuck me and fuck me forever! But we can't, we can't! I made up my mind, and we just can't!

She pulled away from him, sobbing softly but genuinely now. "We can't Eric, we can't," she wept. "I told you that."

But Eric was not put off so easily. He clasped her face again in his rough, masculine palms, and bruised her swollen lips with his mouth.

His hands slid down her body as he kissed her, and he clawed her responsive flesh through the housecoat, and Fawn began to whimper and writhe, feeling the huge gristly lump of Eric's groin push into her thigh as she squirmed. "Fawn, oh Fawn," he growled, kissing her neck, her throat, digging his fingers into her springy breasts through her bra, "I haven't been able to think of anything but you! You know it's been the same for you, you know it!"

"I know… ohhhhh, I know, I know!" she sobbed. "But we can't! We can't!"

Wriggling out of his strong embrace, she jumped to her feet and went a few steps across the room, turning to him. Tears spilled down her cheeks, and her words were broken by the helpless gasping of her sobs.

"You have to go back to her. Eric. Maybe when you get back together with her… then we… then we can…" It sounded so strange to her, this proposal she was making, that for a moment she thought she might almost be crazy. But maybe it would work. Already he was standing, coming toward her again, his face an agony of desire for her.

"You mean once I get back together with her, then I can have you?" Eric said, incredulous.

Fawn gulped back her sobs and bit her lower lip. "Why not?" she said in a meek, small voice.

Eric reached out and gripped the neckline of her ugly old housecoat.

Then with one violent motion he ripped the whole thing off her. The cloth screamed as it tore, and Fawn's hot flesh leapt and quivered with excitement. She had never been raped, actually raped, before, except the half-rape her brother had given her the first time, and her knees went to jelly as she anticipated what might happen now. "Eric… Eric … Eric, no, no," she said, whimpering, backing away from him.

But he wouldn't let her get away, he was on her again, enfolding her in his strong arms, his fingers tearing at the snaps in the crotch of the body stocking, trying to figure out how to get it off her, too. "I want you, Fawn!" he breathed hoarsely into her ear. "I want to fuck you.

I've been waiting so long, but I can't help it, I want to fuck you.

I've got to fuck you, I've got to!"

"Ohhnnnn!" Fawn moaned, half-swooning, on the verge of giving in to him. What did they matter, all those healthy impulses she had been trying to maintain before he arrived? Her body needed him. Her cunt was wet and seething, and she wanted to feel it filled up by the plunging gristly stalk of his huge cock, the best one that had ever been inside of her!

Eric's frenzied fingers got the body stocking unsnapped and he pulled it up to her midriff, his hands moving hungrily over her smooth belly, dipping under the elastic band of her panties, darting down into her wet thatch, fingers probing lower, finding the soupy aching vulva of her throbbing pussy.

Fawn hissed with pleasure, still moaning "Noooo, oh nooooo." Quickly an idea came to her, an idea that just might save them both at this moment. The needs of her body were so fierce and insistent that she could barely overcome them. But she knew that she had to, she just had to! It was now or never. If she was ever to have any hope for a 'healthy and normal' life, she had to stop this now, she had to show herself that her will power was real. Still, she was nearly delirious with the need to have her brother fuck her and rape her until her brains melted. Suddenly, surprising him, she turned into a tornado herself, swarming over him, sinking to her knees, tearing at his belt buckle. "Eric, ohhhh Eric," she wheezed, panting, groping with his zipper, "let me suck you, let me, ohhhh let me suck you and blow you. I want you to fuck me in the mouth, I never got to take it in my mouth last time. Let me this time, please? Oh please please? Let me suck you?"

Eric was taken by surprise. Here she had been resisting him, though melting, yielding at the same time, close to surrender. And now she was nearly devouring his crotch, tugging at his pants, trying to free his fiery, aching penis, panting and whimpering with amazing urgency as her hands tore at his clothing. She pulled him down beside her on the floor, yanking his pants and his briefs down to his ankles, running her wet lips all over his hot blood-thundering prick.

"Ohhh, Eric, ohhh, baby," she moaned, "It's so beautiful, it's so big and beautiful, I want to eat it, I want to swallow it!" Fawn held her brother's massive ridged shaft of penis in one hand and licked it up and down. Everything she said to him was true. She had never seen a prick like his before, so thick, so long, so fierce and lovely. With a sob of lust and joy, she closed her thirsty mouth over the flaring purplish head of his cock and sucked him eagerly, wild with passion, giddy with the expectation of swallowing the hot jets of his orgasm.

Eric might have been shocked and surprised by her sudden, voracious appetite for his cock, but he wasn't going to refuse the pleasures she was offering, not when she began gobbling and stroking and sucking his jumping, throbbing prick like a mad woman. He just lay back on the floor, bucking his hips gently up into her downthrusting mouth, digging his fingers in her hair, and panting softly as he felt the juices rise up.