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"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, believe me. But we can't let it get the better 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."

He glared at her. "You know that doesn't matter."

"I've decided I can't do it any more," she said, looking down at the floor. "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 tell 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." Again Fawn looked down. "I think she needs you very much."

She seems to like girl-fucking a little more than I think she should, she wanted to tell him. But that would be dangerous, and way out of line.

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, still looking away from him. She tried to keep the yearning of her own body under control. I don't want him to fuck me, she repeated to herself. I don't want him to fuck me. Of course not.

"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, she felt her eyes brim with tears. It hurt. She wanted him too. She didn't see him rise from his chair, but only felt him coming around the coffee table. She felt his arms encircling her shoulders, his mouth pressing down on hers.

She kissed him back and parted her lips to his tongue. Her whole quivering body dissolved into pliant undulations as his hands dug into her flesh through her robe. Ohhhhh God, Eric, I want you to fuck me and fuck me forever! she wanted to tell him. But she pulled away from him, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"We can't, Eric, we can't," she said. "I told you that."

But Eric was not to be put off so easily. He clasped her face again in his rough, masculine hands, and bruised her swollen lips with his mouth. His hands slid under her backbone as he kissed her, and found her naked tits. He squeezed them urgently.

"I want you, Fawn," he panted against her cheek. "I want to fuck you."

"I know… ohhh, I know," she breathed. "But we can't."

She could feel the huge lump of Eric's cock pushing against her thigh as she squirmed in his grasp. He kissed her neck, her throat, digging his fingers into her springy tits, twisting her soft nipples in his fingers.

"I haven't been able to think of anything but you," he panted. "You know it's been the same for you, you know it."

You and your wife, Fawn thought, guiltily. "But we can't! We can't!"

She knew he could tell she didn't mean it. But feeling temporarily desperate, she wriggled free of him and walked across the room. She turned and saw him staring down at her body, where her bathrobe had come open. Her naked tits were clearly visible, her nipples erect and hard from the caresses he had given them.

Quickly she pulled her robe shut. "Maybe… you should go back to her, Eric," she suggested hesitantly.

It sounded just as strange to her as it obviously did to him. Am I crazy, suggesting it? she wondered. But maybe it would work. Maybe it would save all three of them. Maybe it would make this horrible craving to fuck with them both go away.

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

Fawn gulped softly. It did sound ridiculous. "Why not?" she said.

For an answer Eric came over and took each lapel of her bathrobe in one hand. He ripped it open, and literally tore it off her quivering body in one motion.

"I want you, Fawn," he breathed into her ear. "I want to fuck you. I've been waiting so long, but I've got to!"

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Fawn moaned, going limp as he held her.

She was close to giving in. What did it matter? Would it make things better to refuse? Her body needed him. Her cunt was wet and seething. She wanted to feel it filled up by the plunging stalk of his huge cock.

Eric's hands dropped from her tits, caressing her smooth flat belly. They slid down to her damp thatch, his fingers probing lower, finding the soupy aching lips of her throbbing pussy. Fawn hissed with pleasure as his fingers slid up into her slippery channel.

"Nooooo, oh no, we can't."

Quickly an idea came to her. It might save them both. If the three of them were ever to have a hope for a healthy and normal life, she had to overcome this lust for her brother. She had to stop this now, not let him fuck her either. It was for the good of them both.

Suddenly, surprisingly, she turned into a tornado of passion herself. She swarmed over Eric, sinking to her knees, tearing at his belt buckle.

"Oh Eric, baby," she gasped, pulling at his zipper. "Let me suck you, oh let me suck you, and blow you. I want you to fuck me in the mouth. Last time you didn't let me drink your cum. Let me do it now, please!"

Eric was taken by surprise. Here she had been resisting him, though yielding at the same time. And now she was nearly devouring his crotch, tugging at his pants, trying to free his fiery, aching prick. She pulled him down beside her on the floor, yanking his pants and his shorts down to his ankles. Then she ran her wet lips all over his hot blood-thundering prick.

"God, Eric," she said, snaking her tongue over his beautiful stiff cock. "It's so big! I'd almost forgotten how huge it is. I want to eat it, I want to swallow it!"

She held the massive ridged shaft of her brother's cock in her hands and licked it up and down. It was true, she had forgotten how gigantic it was, and her pussy pulsed and itched with the desire to be filled up with it.

But she got control of herself. She closed her thirsty mouth over the flaring purplish head of his prick and sucked him eagerly. She was wild with passion, wilder than she had ever felt, giddy with the expectation of swallowing the hot jets of his climax.

Eric was surprised by the sudden, voracious appetite she had for his cock. But he wasn't going to refuse the pleasure she was offering him. He lay back on the floor, bucking his hips up gently into her down-thrusting mouth. He dug his fingers into her hair, panting softly as he felt the juices rise up.

"Oh God, I want you to fill me with it," she panted, rubbing his iron-hard prick with both hands, kneading his balls, then diving on him again crazily. "Come, baby, come!"

She was wildly in need of an orgasm herself. Her cunt ached with insatiable need. But she drove everything else out of her mind and relentlessly sucked her brother's prick. You've got to see it my way. You've got to, she thought, humming deliriously as the first salty juices of Eric's climax began to enter her mouth.

I know you're close, she thought. I know I can make you come! You're going to shoot it into me, Eric!

She rolled his big soft balls in her fingers, dripping warm spittle on the ballooning head of his enormous prick, stabbing it with her tongue, then sucking it nearly down her throat. She heard her brother groan with pleasure. Come, baby, come! she keened to herself. Let me drink you! Yes, yes! Let me drink you, baby!

Suddenly, without warning, Eric's hips jumped off the floor. The huge twitching pole of his cock pushed up into her mouth. He jammed it into her throat with such power that she coughed and choked. She had been sucking his cock, but now he was fiercely fucking her throat.