Ray Mills - Tween sister_s hot thighs

"Hi," Maria said in a voice trembling with fear and shame. Quickly she went to the door and slipped outside, pulling it shut.

Now Fawn and Danika were alone. "Put something on," Fawn said to her sister-in-law, trying to keep her eyes off the lovely body that had given her so much pleasure. But Danika resisted. She cupped her full tawny tits in her hands, raising them, offering them to Fawn.

She squeezed the firm tit-globes so that her long dark nipples flared and swelled. "You mean you don't want me?" she said coyly. "I can't believe that, Fawn. Can't believe you don't want to fuck me. Look at me, why won't you look at me? You can't just come here and chase Maria away and then refuse to take her place. Come here and let me give you a drink." She went into the living room, her long smooth back and her round delectable ass beckoning Fawn. Her voice deepened and grew huskier.

"Sit here and have a drink," she said. "And while you're drinking it, I'll just sit here on the floor between your legs and suck your cunt softly until you explode. Remember how I can do that? How does that sound?"

Fawn was gripped by a sharp tremor of lust. In fact, it sounded absolutely great to her. It was all she could do to overcome the urge to give in.

"Put something on, Danika. Please."

Danika turned her face to Fawn, smirking flirtatiously. "Oh, I get it," she grinned. "You want to have the fun of taking it off me, right? I mean, we can sit here and have a drink, and then sort of peel each other, right?"

"I don't think you need another drink."

"I'll put on my see-through nightie, how's that?"

Fawn had to go along with her. Any way she could get Danika to cover her nakedness would have to do. She sat in a chair and drank off half of the martini in one gulp, something to steady her nerves. Danika went to the bedroom and returned moments later wearing a sheer peach peignoir that, if anything, made her even more desirable than she had been when naked.

The flimsy transparent fabric clung to the curves of her body and concealed the dark circles of her plump nipples just enough to make them more tempting than ever. But at least she had on a semblance of clothing. She sat on the sofa across from Fawn, stretching out her long sleek legs in full view, and poured herself another martini.

Fawn gritted her teeth briefly and decided to plunge right into it. "Danika, Eric called me," she said.

"He called me too," Danika said. "Big deal, so what?"

"He wants to get back with you. But he said you wouldn't even listen to him."

"That's right."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't need him and I don't want him. I almost told him that over the phone. He's very proud of himself because he has such a big cock, you know. I suppose I shouldn't be telling you that since you're his sister and all, but anyway it's true, what the hell."

Fawn tried not to blush. She raised an eyebrow, as if mildly interested.

"That's one of the reasons I let his friend fuck me, the thing that started this whole business. Just to teach him a lesson. You've got to have more than a big prick to be a good lover. You've got to really care about the other person. That's why I've come to like women so much better than men. They understand, they care. You know that."

"No, I don't."

"You like fucking with me. You can't deny that. I saw the way you were looking at Maria too. You wanted to fuck her. It's a pity. You shouldn't have scared her away. We could've had such a good time together. She's a wild woman, you wouldn't believe it. I've still got scabs on my back from where she scratched me the first time. I came so hard I thought I was going to die. You love it, you know you don't have to lie to me."

"But I love fucking with… Jeff too," Fawn said, almost slipping.

"Oh sure, but it's never as good as…"

"Yes it is," Fawn interrupted. "Look Danika, didn't you ever stop to think that if you had Eric, you could still have Maria too, or me, once in a while?"

This was Fawn's pet theory about it, and she wasn't altogether sure it was true. But she had to keep trying it out anyway, to see if it sounded any better.

"That's sick," Danika giggled.

Fawn couldn't help laughing too. "Well, the whole thing is sick, I guess."

Danika put her empty martini glass down decisively on the table. "Good," she said. "If it's all sick, then we might as well not worry about it any more. Come into the bedroom with me and let me rape you slow and good."

Fawn shook her head and saw Danika frown with puzzlement. But at that moment everything was settled by the ringing of the doorbell.

"Shit!" Danika snapped. "Who the hell is that?"

"I don't know," Fawn said. "But you'd better put on something over that sexy nightie before you answer it."

"Shit on them, I don't care," Danika said, half-stumbling toward the door. She opened it and saw Eric. "Well I'll be damned, if it isn't my own runaway husband. Hello, jerko, did you come back to get the rest of your socks?"

Eric said nothing. He glanced over his wife's shoulder at Fawn, who shrugged. "Can I come in?" he asked.

Danika stepped aside. "It's part your house too, isn't it?"

He came into the living room, looking very uncertain and nervous. Danika followed him, half-lurching under the influence of too many martinis. But her gracious stumbling somehow only enhanced the beauty of her body beneath the filmy peignoir. Her full tits swayed from side to side. The gauzy cloth slithered over her high ass, and swished up around her golden thighs.

Both Fawn and Eric caught themselves staring at her bare flesh. Fawn turned her eyes away, not willing to reveal herself too much. Now's about time for me to go, she thought. But Eric kept staring at his wife, obviously feeling strong lust for her.

"I think I'd better go now," Fawn said, standing up.

"No, don't go," Danika said. "Don't leave big brother and me alone."

Suddenly she hopped up from the sofa and fluttered over to Eric. She kissed him full on the mouth, hard and passionately. Eric was very surprised, but he kissed her back hotly. Instinctively his hands rose and clasped her dangling tits through the filmy peignoir. Danika broke off the kiss and leaned back out of his reach.

"See what he wants to do?" she said. "Your big brother wants to fuck me. He probably even wants to kill me, rape me or something. Wouldn't that make you jealous?"

She looked at Fawn, her eyes flickering with clever spite. Fawn stared at her, flabbergasted. I've got to get out of here quick, she thought. She's going to say something that'll ruin everything for all of us. Both of them were staring at her now.

"No, I'm going," she said.

But at the same time she knew she was aroused and excited. She didn't want to leave at all. She wanted to stay and see what happened. She didn't have long to wait. Before she could even turn and walk to the front door, Danika had slumped to her knees on the floor between Eric's thighs and was clawing at his belt buckle.

"Fawn's been telling me I ought to be more interested in pricks," she muttered half-crazily. "And I was telling her what a big one you have. Here, let me get it out where she can see it."

Fawn was paralyzed in one spot, staring, unable to move. She was appalled by Danika's unpredictable wildness. Eric was obviously stunned, too. He grabbed Danika by the shoulders and shook her.

"What the hell are you doing?" he shouted.

Danika smiled kittenishly. Her hands crawled back into his crotch and she squeezed it. Eric winced with pleasure in spite of his shock.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Danika purred, unzipping his fly.

She tugged his pants down, slipping her fingers rapidly under the elastic of his shorts and grasping his naked, bulging cock.

"I… I'm going now," Fawn panted, feeling her pulse hammer. But she was still unable to move, to stop looking.