Paul Roan - My sister,my sex slave

Carol nodded and her big, brown eyes were even larger than usual. "I know," she said. "This guy spent all kinds of money and time on the weirdest stuff. Set that aside so Lennie can peddle it right away."

Norma placed the book on a far corner of the desk and she felt a twinge of sadness, knowing that the volume would be sold on the open market. It was really none of her business but it did disturb her sense of the fitness of things.

The others of the household were gone for most of the day and when she and Carol took time out for a late lunch, Norma realized that she had taken on quite a job of work. She was weary and the work was just beginning. They dawdled at lunch and Norma learned that Carol was barely eighteen years of age. Lennie was twenty-seven and he and Carol belonged to the new breed. They considered marriage old fashioned and Carol had a lot of ideas about marriage and sex she was willing to discuss.

"I think that the thrills and pleasures the human body can experience because of sexual activity represents the ultimate in pleasures and sensations available to mankind."

Norma listened to Carol and she did not argue. She was tempted to say that many people simply did not feel that way about sex and the sensual pleasures but she could not bring herself to say such things. Carol was watching her rather intently and she had the feeling that Carol was deliberately trying to shock her.

"Lennie is the kind of guy who loves cunt. That's the way he is. The boys are still too young and too timid to decide about the things that they will like best, I suppose, but we expect that they will want to go off and get married. In the meanwhile, they stay with us and Lennie sends them to school and lets them earn some money working around the house."

She told Carol, finally, that she didn't., like to talk about sex or anything connected with it. Carol just smiled at her and she began talking about other things.

The day passed pleasantly and Norma was sure that they had accomplished a great deal. There were stacks of expensive books identified and evaluated and when Lennie and the twins and Lily returned from their trip to the city, Lennie suggested that they load the books that could be disposed of right away. While they worked at that, Carol and Norma fixed some dinner.

The house was well stocked with food and after dinner, everyone had some wine and she felt rather silly, refusing each time Carol tried to serve some to her. She finally accepted a glass and she sat with the others watching a program on the color television set. By the time the late news came on she was feeling the wine and she had to admit that it gave her a warm, sensual feeling and she was almost able to enjoy it.

Lily went off to her own room and to bed and the twins went upstairs, too; Carol was sitting in one of the big arm chairs and Lennie was lying on the couch. When Norma finally excused herself and said that she was going to bed they said good night and she went off to her own room.

She was feeling drunk. But, she didn't mind. It was such a nice sensation. She got into her night clothes and she faced the possibility to wild, sexy dreams with little real interest. She was not able to control her dreams and anything that she did in her dreams was not something that she could be held responsible for, anyway. Too, she was beginning to think that she might be turning into the type of person represented by the young man who when asked by his psychiatrist if he was ever bothered by evil and improper thoughts finally replied.

"No, I kind of enjoy 'em."

She suspected, privately, that she was able to wreak a great deal of vicarious pleasure from her nocturnal fantasies. And so she crawled into her bed uncaring about what was ahead for her in dreamland. As she slid into a deep slumber, she worried for a moment that her lovely dreams would not come to her at all.

She knew that she was sleeping soundly and restfully when her dream began. There were certain repetitious characteristics of the dream that she could recognize and accept. Like her previous nighttime phantasmagoria, she was in her room and the people that she had only recently met were eventually involved. But this dream differed slightly in that she was made to suffer for her depravity.

It seemed to her that it all began when Lennie entered her room. He was alone and he was wearing a long, black silk robe. He had the lights on in her room and when he came to her on the bed it seemed perfectly natural for her to let him take her hand and pull her up into a sitting posit ion. He removed the top of her pajamas and when he handled her breasts she heard her self gasping and moaning in exquisite sexual excitement. He bent his head forward and then he was kissing her nipples and sucking them. He took her hand and he held it for a moment. He lifted his face and then he was kissing her lips and she was responding with an indecent ardor. She was so glad that she was dreaming because the things that they were doing were really awful and she was not sickened by any of it.

He did something with his hands and then his robe was wide open and when he put her hand upon his stiff cock she was not really surprised. She seemed to know just what to do with it. He told her to move her hand up and down and she did it and each time she squeezed his organ when she moved her hand upwards, a small drop of fluid oozed out of the tiny opening in the head of his cock. She giggled as he pushed her head down until her lips were touching the tip of his organ. She moved her tongue and then she was tasting him and as his fluids encountered her taste buds, she shivered and then she was suddenly avid, an animal, fiercely eager to use her mouth and her tongue on his organ to secure the nectar she suddenly desired. He was holding her head in his hands and he was telling her how to do what she was doing expertly and she wondered how she could know so much about sex and fellatio and all of the things that she seemed able to do in her dreams.

She knew that the psychologists were con-. vinced that all inhibitions could be ignored when the individual was in a dream state and she was glad of that. She would probably pay for her nocturnal sins-horribly in the morning. She had not suffered too greatly in the past, whenever she had erotic and elaborate dreams, but that could set in at any time. She knew that she was beset by guilt feelings all the time. Even when she was filled with sexual turmoil and excitements too great to contain and she used her fingers to ease the torments in her, the exaggerated feelings of guilt beat her down like a burden far beyond her ability to carry.

The degree of pleasure that she could enjoy because of what she was doing surprised her. She lost most of her reservations very rapidly and it seemed that she became wanton and sexually frenzied in a very short time. She was moving her head up and down and then she was swallowing him every now and then as his preliminary juices flooded her mouth and excited her beyond her ability to control herself. She was shaking and quivering and then he was, too.

She could hear him talking to her and he was half crazed with exaggerated sensation and it pleased her to know that she was providing ecstasy for him. He was talking to her and she was hearing him but she was having difficulty making sense of his words.

"Suck, baby," he was saying, "suck hard now. Ooooooohhhhhhh, baby, that's it. Ooooooooohhhhhhhhh Man, I'm gonna make it. Ooooohhhhhhhh, baby, that's it, lick it and suck and ooooooohhhh, I'm making it. That's it, aaaaahhhhhhh, ohhhh, Lordy, you did it aahhhhh."

It seemed to her then that he fell backwards and she was still sucking him and she was still shivering and shaking and she knew that she had swallowed him, devouring him as avidly as any desert traveler might drink. She was so glad that she was involved in a dream because she could not live with herself it she could actually do such things in real life. But, it seemed that she could do them quite expertly when asleep.