Michael Smith - Siblings

"But I understand the difference between sex-for-mutual-pleasure and real love. A couple of the guys I've had flings with have become friends even without the sex; they recognized when that relationship ended and became something else, and they accepted it." She took my face in her hands and looked at me with an expression that begged me to understand.

"Don't decide you're in love with me, okay? I don't*want* to be in love, not now. If it happens, it happens, but I don't want anyone getting hurt!"

I took her hands and kissed them, and tried to match her earnestness. "Connie, I have a girlfriend back in Berkeley. We've known each other and lived together for a long time, and we love each other very much. We're not married, but I think of her as my other half. In fact, I was a little depressed when she couldn't come down here with me – until I met you in the registration line." Her eyebrows rose another fraction.

"You just now laid it on the line for me, in advance of anything that might happen between us," I continued, "just to be sure I understood what was going on here. That's very unusual and it's very honest. That girl back home owns my heart absolutely – but she's a very smart lady, too, and she knows from experience that sex-for-fun is temporary, like a ferris wheel. You have fun for awhile, you enjoy the ride, and then you go back home to the one who loves you.

"She's gone round on the ferris wheel a few times herself, and I always welcome her back with a smile and a kiss. Do you see? I don't own her body – I couldn't even if I wanted to – but it doesn't matter, because I know, absolutely*know*, that she loves me. Neither she nor I has ever had anything to be jealous about."

I couldn't tell whether Connie quite believed I was telling her the truth or not. "In my attache case over there is a copy of my conference registration form, with my home phone number on it. If you like, you can call her up and talk to her. Her name is Alex. She's as different from you as the sun is from the moon, but she enjoys sex, too, believe me. She might even make a few suggestions."

Still sitting astride my lap and holding my hands, Connie just looked at me for another minute. I could practically hear the balance scales clink in her head as she weighed out the possibilities. Then she smiled broadly, pushed me onto my back, and began kissing and nibbling at my throat. I was glad she had decided to believe me because what I'd told her was the truth.

"Your suit seems to have dried," I commented as I slid my hands up and down her back. "But mine's getting clammy. How about first things first?"

She rolled off, laughing, and I stood up and unknotted the string at the front of my trunks. Connie bounced off the bed and pushed my hands away.

"No, no, no! Let me do that; I enjoy unwrapping presents!" Barefoot, she came only to the middle of my chest, but her arms circled my waist and her hands slid down under my jams and squeezed my ass. She knelt and pulled my trunks slowly down. When my reanimated cock sprang up, she made clacking sounds with her teeth and lunged playfully at it.

"Down, Toto, down!" I laughed. I hadn't meant it literally, but she obediently lay on her back on the floor, arms outstretched, legs slightly apart, her hair scattered around her face.

I stood over her, reached down, and slid the thin straps off her shoulders. She raised her arms and I carefully pulled her bathing suit away from her breasts and down to her hips, like peeling a banana. She raised her legs straight upward, pointing her toes as she had when she dived off the board. I worked the silver suit quickly down her legs, untangled it from her ankles, and tossed it on the bed. Then I simply stood and looked down at this perfect, miniature Venus.

She saw the open admiration in my eyes and proceeded to give me the complete tour. Her breasts were small but in proportion to all the rest of her, and they quivered firmly. She cupped them in her hands, rubbed her dark brown nipples between her fingers, and sighed. Her legs were still in the air; she spread them slowly and curled her ass up a little. Her pubic hair formed a tiny black rectangle ending just above her cunt. Her clit seemed as erect as my cock, protruding from the cocoa folds of her labia.

She curled her body smoothly to one side and I stepped back out of her way as she suddenly became a three-sided pyramid – ass at the apex, legs still stretched out, the tips of her toes digging into the carpet, her back perfectly straight, arms cushioning her head. She curled her toes inward and her tiny asshole opened invitingly. Connie was exposing to me everything her body had to offer, and the array of possibilities was impressive. Her small frame, combined with her high degree of physical conditioning and her obvious willingness to share it all with me, was making me lightheaded.

Without conscious decision, I knelt between her slender, perfectly turned legs and thrust my tongue into her cunt, flicking it against her clit on the way in. She jerked slightly and I felt her thighs quiver against my ears. I wrapped a hand around the front of each knee, to balance her, and continued to stir my tongue around in her bare little cunt, which was now beginning to drip with her juices.

I remembered the wetness of her mouth on my throat, out in the hall, and now my tongue moved slowly, wetly, from the bottom of her cunt up toward her asshole. A girl like this would always be absolutely clean, I was sure of it. As my tongue traveled the last smooth brown inch between her legs she moaned softly and trembled again.

When I reached the rim of her puckered anus I paused for a moment, and not just to build the suspense. Rimming was something I seldom did, and then only with Alex. I knew many women were uneasy about it. Yet Connie hadn't stopped me; in fact her quivering tautness convinced me this was something she would really enjoy.

My tongue began tracing rings around the rim of the deepest opening in her body and I could feel her heart rate increase and her breathing become ragged. Then I plunged it as hard and as far into her ass as I could, burying my face again and again between her cheeks, and I could heard her half-sobs of passion. I became aware of spasms ricocheting between her cunt and her ass as the orgasm carried her away.

After a minute, I gently helped her to lie down with her stomach flat on the carpet. Her spine curved back and her groin rose at an angle in my lap. Her knees, locked straight for so long, were now bent with her toes pointed away from me. My cock, still erect and throbbing, tapped lightly against the half-open slit but I made no attempt to push it into her, though I could hardly ignore the enticing aroma of the wetness that beaded the back of her crotch.

I quietly stroked her ass and her thighs, and I threaded my fingers between her toes and felt the tough smoothness of the soles of her tiny feet. Finally, she attempted to get up but her position was awkward for anything other than what we had been doing. I rolled her over on her back and stood, scooping her up in my arms as I rose; she weighed so little, it was like a lifting a little girl. I knew that was part of what attracted me to her; she undoubtedly knew it too. I laid her on the bed on her back and settled next to her on my side, head propped on one hand so I could continue to look at her.

Her eyes had been closed in momentary exhaustion, but now they opened and I was favored with a warm, dreamy smile. She held up her arms and I lay down with my face next to hers and her arms around my neck.

"He followed me home, Ma; can I keep him?" She kissed me once, lingeringly, and then nuzzled my ear with her nose. "How did you know something like that would turn me on so?*I* didn't know it." Her full voice had been bell-like, but her whisper was husky. She nibbled my earlobe and sighed happily.