Don Tsuris - Twice As Nice Vice

Then, with a nervous giggle and a very hot face, she had turned and fled down the hall.

Nothing more than these two incidents had ever happened between them, but now as Fawn remembered it all she felt the same guilty flutterings and sharp tremors of heat in her body that she'd felt then. She squirmed and felt dazed and too warm, and she drifted back toward conscious awareness and noticed that Eric's droning voice had stopped.

Then she saw his eyes, saw that he was sunk in some kind of trance, too, saw him staring at her, but not at her face, no, lower, lower, at her body, 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, trying to regain quick control of her wits, she pulled the robe shut. "Oh, I… I don't know what happened to me!" she said breathlessly.

"Don't," Eric croaked quietly, his eyes briefly pained as the satin closed across the naked delights of her body.

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

"Please don't."

"Eric, I'm your sister." Across her mind flashed the image of his thick ropey adolescent penis thumping and filling with blood. What must it be like now that he was a man? The thought horrified her. What am I thinking like that for! I've got to stop it! He's got to stop it!

Eric shook his head, as if to clear it, as if to wake himself up, and grinned at her. "That's right, you are. I guess I almost forgot. For a minute there I think… well, I was remembering that time I stole your bikini top."

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

"I'll never forget it. You were beautiful even then, but now… now-"

"Eric. I think we'd better change the subject." Fawn's blood was thundering against her ears, her skin was hot and prickly, her mind in a confused whirl. 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, but he more than she, so it was up to her. Acting firmly, she tightened the sash of her robe and stood up. "I think I'd better change, get into something else. Don't you?"

"No." He grinned, his eyes murky, friendly but dead serious.

"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?"

"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, which only made him more interested in the sight of her plump nipples floating under the shiny satin.

Eric's eyes flickered with bold, half-drunk ironies. "Tell you what.

Look at it this way. If you're my sister, and I'm your brother, then we're both really the same flesh, right? We came from the same mother, we've got the same genes and tissues and…"

He fell silent, and they both laughed nervously. Meanwhile, Fawn had not budged a step since she had stood up. "Well, I guess I've heard everything now," Fawn said, trying to match his calm irony.

"No you haven't," Eric said. His voice too was now getting thick, clotted with excitement. "Why don't you show me yourself just once more, before you change? Just for family's sake."

"Why should I?" My god! Fawn thought. What am I doing? I'm teasing him.

I'm just making it worse!

"Because I want to see you. You're lovely."

"Lovelier than Danika?" she whispered softly, growing more ashamed of herself by the second. For the first time she let her eyes wander to the crotch of his pants and saw the huge swelling there.

"Lovelier than anybody. I swear."

"All you want to do is see me?"

"That's all."

"You won't touch?"

Eric gave her a sardonic smile, as if to warn her that they weren't kids anymore. "Promise," he said.

"I don't believe you," she murmured, her stomach tumbling with excitement, her body flashing all over with heat. "I don't believe you for a minute… not for a minute…" But her fingers were fiddling with the knot of her sash anyway, tugging it, pulling the slippery fabric loose. She wanted to show him her body, her whole body this time, not just a part of it. She wanted to pose before him as she had earlier posed for herself before the mirror, to show him everything, back, front, profile. She knew it was horribly wrong to be doing this, but the impulse was almost overwhelming. In the split second it took her to pull open the robe and slip it off her shoulders, showing him for the first time every delectable inch of her supple nude body, her mind switched tracks, and she knew the step had been taken, there was no going back, they would do it now, and she would let it happen, she would invite it, though she would also fight it with every ounce of her nerve because somehow she was not supposed to let it happen, even though her body now seethed and ached for him.

Eric's face froze with some powerful mixture of awe and desire as he scrutinized her naked body, now glowing and warm and flushed with the fires of her shame and excitement. Slowly she pirouetted in front of him, showing him the high pale globes of her buttocks, bending gracefully as she completed her turn so that her firm breasts swayed outward and bobbled pertly, her long puffy nipples already half-erect as they swirled before his mesmerized gaze.

"You like?" she whispered, teasing him, unable to stop herself.

Eric only nodded, and licked his lips.

She stroked her body delicately with her fingertips, as if to show off its finer points, tracing the intricate soft cambers and dips of her ribcage where it flowed into her flat sun-browned stomach, cleverly raising her knuckles to the smooth curved undersides of her creamy breasts and nudging them so that they juggled and quivred. In response to this gesture Eric's harsh breath seemed to be clawing its way out of his throat. And that sound excited Fawn further. She went closer to him, closer, watching his crazed eyes devour her succulent breasts, watching his eyes so closely that she squealed with sharp surprise when she suddenly felt his hands gripping the backs of her thighs, pulling her forward strongly, then squeezing her asscheeks as he pushed his face into her stomach, and slithered his tongue into her navel. "Ohh!

Ohhh!" she yelped, wriggling out of his grasp, jumping away from him, trying to act shocked and scandalized, though the feel of his tongue in her navel and his fingers digging passionately into her buttocks had made her simply reel with hot thrills. "Oh, Eric," she said, halfmocking him, "you promised you wouldn't touch! You promised!"

Eric's face was obviously crawling with desire for her, but he managed to grin again, and flex his fingers, the ones he had just dug into her jouncy ass. "Couldn't help myself," he said hoarsely.

"Now Eric… Eric!" she whimpered softly, backing away, her heart skittering and jumping more rapidly than ever as her brother stood up from his chair, bending slightly at the waist to ease the pressure of his bulging, pants-cramped penis. She could still feel the impressions in her bare buttocks where his fingers had sunk, and a tiny trace of saliva left in her navel by his tongue. God, god, she thought. I should stop it now, before it's too late! I can't let you fuck me, oh god, please Eric, stop it yourself, I can't do it, I want it too much!

Slowly, deliberately unbuckling his belt, Eric walked toward her. "Fawn … Fawn, I can't stop myself," he murmured, shaking his head, his eyes racing over her nakedness.

She kept backing away from him, staring solemnly into his eyes, shaking her own head, saying 'No, no' with her mouth but unable to make any sounds come out. "Eric, you know we can't."