Ray Mills - Tween sister_s hot thighs

"I'll take the Scotch," her brother said.

"What's the matter, Eric?"

With him following her, she went into the kitchen. She found the half-empty bottle, which was used mostly by Staci's boyfriends, and poured him a drink from it. Eric grabbed the glass and gulped the whiskey thirstily.

"Danika," he growled. "She's been screwing another guy. For nearly two months. I only found out about it tonight."

"Oh no!" With instinctive sympathy for her brother, Fawn reached out a hand and stroked his forehead tenderly. "Oh, Eric, I'm sorry."

Eric gave a bleak shrug. He drained his glass and handed it back to her. Fawn refilled it with the pale golden liquor.

"Aren't you going to have one with me?" he asked. "You don't want me to get drunk all alone, do you?" He gave her a forlorn wink, pretending toughness to mask his misery.

"I don't want you to get drunk at all."

But when she looked at the pain in his eyes, and then thought of her own foolishness in the bathroom minutes ago, she was tempted to join him. Not to get drunk, but just to have a few drinks and forget about everything for a little while. To help him forget.

She knew he probably wanted to talk about what a bitch Danika was to do this. And Fawn knew she wouldn't have trouble agreeing. Long ago she had suspected something like this would happen. She had thought from the beginning that Danika was a prick-happy little flirt who would never be happy with only one man.

Danika was a small dark-haired girl with flashing eyes, long natural eyelashes, lovely high cheekbones, a full sensual mouth, and sexual allure that filled any room she walked into with murky invitations. For her small size she had a great curvy body, and stunning long legs. From the start Fawn had thought Eric was asking for trouble in marrying her.

Now that Danika had finally gone and betrayed him, maybe it was time for Fawn to play straight with her brother. She would try not to say 'I told you so,' but it wouldn't hurt to listen, to give him some support. And it would get her mind off that silly business in the bathroom.

"Come on," Eric joked again, winking at her once more. "What kind of party is this with only one drunk?"

Fawn smirked at him. "Why not."

She took a glass from the cupboard, filled it with ice and Scotch, then clinked it against his and drank. They took the bottle with them into the living room and sat down. Fawn sat on the sofa, Eric on one of the easy chairs.

Her brother launched into a long, bitter tirade against his wife. Fawn listened dutifully, drinking along with him and nodding at the right moments. The Scotch made her feel warm and tingly. As time wore on she began to wish that her bathrobe was made out of something other than satin, because it was so slippery.

It was hard enough to keep the skirt down over her thighs and knees. But even worse was the constantly loosening sash. Whenever she moved it loosened more. Her firm upthrusting tits pushed against the front part of the robe until the neck lapels were gaping wider and wider, revealing more and more of her smooth tanned upper chest.

Her feelings were complicated even more by the delicious sensation of the cool slippery satin against her warm, tingling skin. It rasped softly across her sensitive nipples, rustling against the skin of her inner thighs as she modestly tucked it there. She contemplated making an excuse to get up and change. But it felt so good and warm, and tingly that she really couldn't decide.

In front of her brother she felt very modest, but at the same time remarkably relaxed. Especially since he was so obsessed by his wife's betrayal that he hardly paid Fawn the slightest attention. After a while, as he droned on about Danika's infidelities, she really didn't hear him any more.

Instead she just stared at him, feeling pleasantly giddy and warm, and fell into a sort of trance. She didn't know how long she drifted in her warm sensual reveries. She squirmed in her seat, and felt dazed and too warm. She drifted back to conscious awareness and noticed that Eric's droning voice had stopped.

Then she saw his eyes. He was sunk in some kind of trance too. He was staring at her, but not at her face. No, his eyes had dropped lower, 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, Fawn pulled the robe shut.

"Oh I don't know what happened to me!" she said breathlessly.

"Don't," Eric croaked softly, his eyes briefly pained at she closed the robe over her body.

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

"Please don't."

"Eric, I'm your sister!"

Eric shook his head, as if to clear it, as if to wake himself up. He grinned at her.

"That's right," he said. "You are. I guess I almost forgot. For a minute there I think… well, I was remembering that time I stole your bikini top."

It was something Fawn had not thought about for years. As a youngster, when diving into the family swimming pool one afternoon she had lost her mini bikini top. Embarrassed, she had surfaced squealing and splashing, looking everywhere for it. But Eric, laughing outrageously, had jumped into the pool and scooped it up before she could reach it.

He had refused to return it until she emerged half-naked from the pool, her arms crossed nervously over her bare young tits. She could still recall the look in his eyes as he boldly tried to peek through the angles of her elbows and forearms for a glimpse of her nipples. Before taking back the bra, feeling just as bold as he, she had dropped her arms to her sides, giving him a full shot of what he wanted to see. Her brother's eyes had flashed as big as saucers.

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

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

"Eric, I think we'd better change the subject," Fawn said.

Her hot blood was thundering against her ears, her skin was hot and prickly. Her mind whirled confusingly. 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, she knew. But Eric had drunk more than she had, so it was up to her. Acting firmly, she tightened the sash of her robe, then stood up.

"I think I'd better change, get into something else," she said. "Don't you?"

"No," Eric said.

"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?" Eric asked, looking into her eyes.

"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. That only made him more interested in the sight of her plump nipples floating under the shiny satin of her bathrobe. His eyes flickered with half-drunken ironies.

"Tell you what," he said. "Look at it this way. If you're my sister, and I'm your brother, then we're both 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," she said, trying to match his calm irony.

"No you haven't," Eric said. His voice 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, what am I saying? she thought. I'm teasing him, for God's sake! I'm just making it worse!