M Kress - Sister_s secret craving

Bob Finderson was a tall young man who had been teaching swimming at Marketville High School for the last three years. He had black hair, brown eyes, and a dark tan from his many hours at poolside. His face was handsome, and there were girls writing him mash notes all the time. He knew he was popular with the boys, too. The understood him and respected him. He was young enough so he could identify with them, and yet old enough to be the boss when it came right down to it. His wife was a math teacher, and she was a knockout. The Findersons had brought a touch of class to the school system.

The swimmers finally reached the last five yards of the race, and Bob rushed over to the end of the pool. He watched as Jimmy easily beat the other swimmers, and as the young boy gripped the edge of the pool, looking at the others coming in, he grinned.

Jimmy was tired and aching, but it was a feeling he'd come to know well in his many years of training. He had started out because he'd loved the water, and now he knew he was old enough to realize he perhaps had a future in the events. He would be peaking out just as the State tournament came into being, and he could win three or perhaps four medals if he did well. He was proud of his prowess, even though it was a pure strain on him. He wasn't ready yet for the big time, but he knew that in a few, more years, he'd be able to compete in the NCAA championships.

"Good show, Jimmy," Bob smiled from the edge of the pool. "Now, get out of the water, and go take a shower. I want to talk to you. Go sit in my office."

Jimmy nodded, and pulled his lean, tanned, muscular body from the clasping grip of the water.

He walked, dripping water all along the way, to the I shower. He was glad the owner of the pool let the school use it for practice every afternoon. The school pool was fine, but it was slightly shorter than Olympic-size, and it could throw a swimmer off if he practiced too much in it. So three days a week, the owner of the pool allowed the boys to use it. The other two days were for the girls' swimming team.

After a brisk shower, and a change of clothing, Jimmy walked to Coach Finderson's office. Jimmy was glad practice was over for the day. He was anxious to get on with his affairs. He had to study for an algebra test tomorrow, and wait for Cindy to come home. He was really looking forward to that.

Bob Finderson walked into the office and sat down at the desk. "Well, Jimmy, what was the matter out there?"

"I don't know, Coach," Jimmy said. "I just couldn't seem to concentrate."

"Why?" Bob asked. He knew something was on the young boy's mind. He knew enough to wait. It'd come out eventually.

"I don't know, Coach," Jimmy stammered. He couldn't get the picture of his delectable sister out of his mind. He could feel his prick start to swell in his old faded jeans. He was embarrassed, and he blushed.

"Ahhhhh," Bob smiled. "So it's a girl. What happened, you get your first piece of ass?"

Jimmy's ears flushed a bright, lobster red, and he nodded, grinning sheepishly.

"Fine," Bob nodded. "I was worried that it was school work or something. Okay, I won't tell you to stop, because I know better. Just keep your bedroom thoughts in the bedroom, okay? And concentrate on swimming when you're in the pool. That's all I ask."

"Sure thing, Coach," Jimmy smiled.

Cindy stared at the mass of papers on her desk, and sighed. She reached out and picked up her coffee cup, and took a sip of the scalding liquid. It jerked her awake as the fluid burned her tongue. She checked over the designs she would be revealing in the International Showing in a few weeks. She knew the designs were all first rate, and they represented the culmination of many years of hard work. And now her nerves were giving her trouble. She wondered about that. She brushed some of her hair from her face, and tried to concentrate. She'd have to be certain the models she used would accent her patterns to the fullest.

A knock on the door disturbed her thoughts. She rubbed two of her fingers across her creased forehead. She put down the coffee cup, and sighed again. She was used to interruptions. It was one of the things she had to put up with.

"Come in," Cindy said loudly, hoping her irritation showed.

Chiffon Swanlion flowed into the room. She was the top model in Cindy's operation, and one of the top three models in the country. She was a temperamental and a star. She had high cheekbones, a slim, girlish figure, and was tall. Her blonde hair was thick and her perfectly made-up face was enough to send most fashion photographers scrambling for their cameras.

"What can I do for you, Chiffon?" Cindy asked, holding her irritation inside. She was, tense, but she had enough business sense to know she needed Chiffon for the showing in a few weeks.

"I'm here on business," Chiffon said, gliding her frame into the chair opposite Cindy's desk. She was wearing a micro-mini, showing off her long legs. Her tan was partly from the sun and partly from the ultraviolet lights the model kept in her apartment. Her thin lips glistened redly, and the trace of green eyeshadow around her jade-green eyes made them seem bigger than they were. She was beautiful, seemingly unapproachable. She had small breasts, but they were firm and sensitive. They were outlined clearly by the sheer, gold blouse she was wearing.

"I guessed that," Cindy said. She put her elbows on the desk and leaned forward slightly. Her blonde hair slid from behind her shoulders and outlined her oval face.

"It's that stupid bitch, Brenda," Chiffon breathed. Her voice was husky and tinged with sex. She fairly reeked of sexual passion. A lot of men had been after her for years, but Chiffon was particular. She liked her men young, thin and muscular.

"What now?" Cindy asked. She didn't know what was coming, but she expected it was another of the many in-fights that she'd come to know after three years in the designing business, and having to deal with models all the time.

"She insists that she's the top model here," Chiffon sniffed. Her eyes filled with tears, but never overflowed. It would have mussed her makeup.

"That's stupid," Cindy said. "You know better than that; I've told you enough times you're my best model."

"But you've never proved it," Chiffon said, uncrossing her legs and leaning forward slightly.

Cindy sat back in the thick, comfortable chair, and mused for a second. "What do you mean?"

"It seems that Brenda says that you and her have had a little fun now and then," Chiffon said, her eyes suddenly clear of tears and quite bright.

Cindy fumed inwardly. That stupid idiot Brenda! she thought to herself. Don't I have enough problems? She admitted to herself that she had taken advantage of Brenda's voracious sexual appetite in the last six months to take the edge of her own desires. It had been harmless, and had nothing to do with modeling careers. Brenda was a good model, but would never be a top star. And now Chiffon was jealous! Cindy realized.

"We've had a few tumbles," Cindy said softly.

"How come you never thought to ask me?" Chiffon asked.

Cindy thought for a moment, and then shrugged. "You were still involved with Tony at the time," Cindy said.

Chiffon looked shocked. "You mean it was that long ago?"

Cindy smiled to herself. Yes, it had been quite a time ago. And if she hadn't fucked her brother last night, she'd be about ready for another round with Brenda, too. "Well, I've been busy."

"You can never be too busy for sex," Chiffon said, wide-eyed. She licked her lips, leaving an enticing trail of moisture.

"You're right," Cindy smiled. She got to her feet and began to unbutton her yellow shirt. She glanced at the door, noting with a wry grin that Chiffon had already locked it.

Chiffon smiled broadly and got to her feet. She carefully zipped open the back of her gold blouse and slid it from her shoulders. Her small tits sprang free. She undid her short skirt, letting it fall to her feet. She was wearing a pair of sheer pantyhose, and the dark tangle of hair between her legs told Cindy's darting eyes that Chiffon wasn't a natural blonde. Chiffon glanced over to the nude body Cindy was exposing to her gaze, and she felt all gooey inside. She really had the hots for her boss.