Distraction Pt. 02

"My God! Joe!" Marianne scrambled from the bed. There was a blurred flash of jostled buttocks and swinging tits as the woman bent to grab up her scattered clothing, then rushed into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. "Don't let him in!"

Chance smiled in half-amusement. The busty brunette's wild rush was like some scene out of a comedy. He wasn't even sure Joe knew where his apartment was.

However, Tanya did!

Chance did some scrambling of his own, scooping his slacks from the floor and stepping into them. His fiancee was an understanding woman and realized he considered himself a free man until the wedding. However, he didn't know how she would react to finding him with another woman. And he didn't want to find out.

Fumbling his zipper upward and somehow managing to buckle his belt, Chance rushed into the living room of his apartment. Another rapping knock sounded from the door, a bit impatiently he thought.

Sucking in a deep breath to calm himself, he ran a hand through his mop of sandy blond hair ineffectually trying to straighten it. Then he reached out, grasped the knob, and opened the door.

He did a classic double-take. A wide grin of relief spread across his face.

There was a girl waiting on the other side of the door, but not Tanya. A grin as wide as his spread across the girl's face and the waist-length cascade of frosty blonde hair tossed as she laughed.

"Hey, Big Brother, is this anyway to greet your sister?" The girl's deep blue eyes sparkled impishly. "Are you going to stand there gawking all night? Or are you going to invite me in?"

"Cari?" He still didn't believe his eyes. "Cari!"

He threw open his arms and accepted the rush of his younger sister's enthusiastic embrace. They kissed and hugged, then stepped back a foot or two to just look at each other.

"Surprised?" the petite blonde asked.

"Surprised? Knocked off my feet," he said, giving her another warm hug. "What the hell are you doing here? Why didn't you call? I could've picked you up at the airport."

"Came in on the bus," Cari said with a kiss to his cheek. "I'm a student, remember? Got to cut corners where ever I can and conserve the old bank account. Jets are too damn expensive for my pocketbook."

"Let me get your suitcases, and you go in and make yourself comfortable," Chance said, lifting the girl's two suitcases and bringing them inside as Cari walked into the living room to sit on the sofa. "You still haven't told me why you're here. I didn't expect you for another week or so."

"Boredom," Cari replied with a sigh. "The hometown scene was getting to me. So I decided to drop in on you a few days early and try to find myself a nice apartment before school starts. I should have called. It was rude not to, but this was a spur of the moment thing. I didn't even bring all my things, left them to be shipped here in a week. I hope you don't mind. I just couldn't take it around town anymore."

"Of course I don't mind." Chance shook his head and sat beside her. "Couldn't wait to get to a real university, could you?"

"Not really," she said with a grin. "You have to admit junior college is like graduate high school. I've lived in that town nineteen years - since I was born - and now I'm ready to see the real world!"

He laughed and gave her another hug. "It's not much better here. We might have a university, but this is still a small town."

"Anything is better than staying at home," Cari replied. "Uncle Bill and Aunt Emma are nice people, but..."

"But they're still living back in the 50s and we're moving toward the 80s," Chance said, remembering how it was when he felt locked away at home. It hadn't been that many years ago.

"Right, Big Brother. You hit the nail on the head," his sister said. "I love both of them dearly and appreciate what they've done for us since... since mom and dad were killed. But, now, I'm ready to start my own life."

Chance's comment was interrupted by a husky voice that came from the bedroom door. "Don't you think you should introduce me to your young friend?" Marianne said, smiling rather smugly at Cari as she emphasized the word "young".

Cari noticed the young woman's less than subtle slight. Chance saw his sister's forehead wrinkle a bit, then an eyebrow arch.

"Marianne, I'd like you to meet my sister, Cari Weston," he said, feeling Cari's gaze move to him for a moment then back to Marianne. "Cari, Marianne is an old friend who..."

"Who has got to be going," Marianne interjected. She glanced at Chance with a shrug of her shoulders. She apparently realized their evening together was over. "I've got an important appointment tomorrow."

Chance stood, to see her to the door, but Marianne waved him back to his seat. "I can find the way. I'm sure you and your sister have a lot to talk about."

The brunette turned and left, closing the door behind her. For a moment, neither Cari nor he said a word, though his sister's gaze moved to him. He could tell she knew her ill-timed arrival had brought an abrupt end to their passionate love-making.

"Marianne... Marianne..." Cari mused aloud. "I've heard that name before, hmmmmm. Wait! Now I remember! That was the girl you told me about, the one you lived with for six months."

"The same," Chance nodded, a bit embarrassed and surprised at his sister's sharp memory.

"I don't know about you, Big Brother," the young blonde said with a shake of her head. "I don't think you'll ever get over this hangup you have about women with big tits. Hell, that cow must have had forty-fives!"

"Forties, and most of it in the cups," he said with a sly smile that brought a grimace from his sister.

"Humph! I can just see you wallowing around in all that titty - like a kid on Christmas morning!" There was mock disgust in Cari's voice. She was chiding him. "I thought you'd learn by now that anything beyond a handful is a waste."

"Sound jealous," Chance smiled, his gaze drifted to the poor-boy pullover his sister wore. Her breasts, like big, ripe apples pushed out from her chest. The clinging fabric defined those delightful shapes, rounded and smooth, right up to the stiff points that now poked out. Cari was braless.

"I'm always a bit jealous of the women you bed," she said, her lips pouting a little. "All sisters are jealous of their brother's girls. With me, it's even stronger. However, I apologize for breaking up what you two had going... to you that is. I don't care about that big-titted holstein."

Chance laughed, reaching out and giving his younger sister a long hug. "Have I told you I'm glad to see you? And that I'm glad you decided to come in early?"

"No, but you can tell me. I'd like to hear it," Cari said. "I really do feel bad about barging in like I did."

"Don't worry. I am glad to see you."

"Good, because I missed you, which is the real reason I decided to drop in on you a week early. A summer's a long time for a girl to go without seeing her brother," Cari replied, her arms still around him. "And, I am sorry about interrupting Marianne's and your evening. However, I think I can make it up to you."

"Mmmmmm?" He looked down as his sister's head turned to him. "And just how do you propose to do that?"

"I thought this would be a good start."

One of her hands slid to the back of his neck, pulling his head to her. Soft and warm, her lips pressed to his. Her mouth opened and her tongue darted inward, flicking and teasing in a most endearing fashion.

Welcome home, he thought as he returned the embrace. While Marianne might have been a nostalgic carnal trip, the taste, the feel of his sister went far beyond that. She was at the very root of everything that spelled out sensuality and sex to him.

He knew this arousing bundle of teen-age woman-girl more intimately than any woman who had ever entered his life. And he was sure she knew him better than any man in hers. They went back a long time... to a time when they were both virgins... a time when they lost the awkwardness of virginity - together!

"Brother, you haven't lost that certain something - if anything, you've improved it!" Cari sighed and snuggled against his chest, the firm globes of her tits making themselves very apparent to him.

This time, it was he who kissed her. Leaning down a little, his mouth covered the tender lusciousness of her lips. His tongue, spurred by the closeness of her, darted into the humid haven of her mouth. He flicked at the roof of her mouth and swirled his oral digit around the caressing probe of her tongue.

His arms tightened around her diminutive body, crushing her to his chest. There was no protest. She melted against him, naturally, igniting all sorts of familiar feelings and sensations within him.

She shifted a bit, dragging a hand of tickling fingers down the naked curve of his spine. Then, her hand crept around to his crotch, tauntingly rubbing at the rising length of his manhood hidden beneath the fabric of his slacks.

"Now that's more like it," she said with a devilish twinkle in her blue eyes. "This is the type of welcome I was expecting! After all, it's been three months, and when I saw that barrel-breasted Marianne, I was afraid she had exhausted you for the evening."

"Still the greedy little bitch," he said with a shake of his head. "What if I told you I was drained, emptied, and what you're fondling so covetously is nothing more than a piss-hard?"

"At the moment, I'd settle for that," she said. "But I'd give five-to-one odds that's more than a case of 'morning pride' my brother's sporting."

"If you're so damn sure of your femininity, why don't you prove it?" His words were a challenge he knew the eager teen-ager would never allow to slip by without reply.

"My pleasure, Big Brother." She wiggled from his arms and slipped to the floor, kneeling at his feet. "Or your pleasure, as the case may be."

Her hands were on his slacks, unfastening the belt buckle, freeing buttons and snaps, and sliding the zipper down its jagged-tooth path. His cock, hard and swollen, jerked stiffly into the air, twitching and pulsing with virile arousal.

"Mmmmm, it seems happy enough to see me," she said with a coy little smile. "I think I should give it a big, hello kiss."

Her eyes rolled from his rigid stalk of manmeat to his face. While he watched, she used both hands to toss the flowing mass of her long blonde hair to her back. A thoughtful gesture! As much as he loved that silky cascade, it did get in the way occasionally, especially when he wanted to see everything that was going on. She knew this, and eliminated the problem beforehand.

"Don't you think we should get rid of these clothes?" He motioned to her sweater-like top and jeans.

"In a little bit, we'll take care of that." Her gaze drifted back to the jutting pole lancing from his groin. "But at the moment, I think this will do just fine."

Her head tilted forward, as she used her hands to spread his knees, opening the way for her. Closer and closer she inched. He saw the pink, wet flash, then felt the warm wetness of her tongue tip-tap at the thick crown of his cock. Shivery sensations of lust and love coursed through his loins. He moaned an uncontrollable sigh of delight.

"Just as I thought, it does want a kiss." She grinned, her eyes aflame with a sparkling gleam.

"You damn well knew that. So, kiss!"

"Yes, sir, Big Brother. Your little sister is here to serve - and service."

Again her head ducked to his crotch. This time her tongue lapped out and washed over the sensitive surface of his glans. She bathed him with the moisture of her mouth, licking away the preseminal fluids welling from the slitted mouth of his prick.

And getting a taste of Marianne's pussy, he thought, knowing his throbbing shaft was still coated with the brunette's pussy juices. I wonder what she thinks, tasting another woman on her brother's prick?

The small blonde seemed to have no objections. Her animated tongue sprightly ran up and down the swollen length of his rod, leaving it glistening with saliva, and jerking with anticipation. Then she nibbled delicately up and down the bone-hard wand of his sex, toying and teasing him.

As he watched, aroused by the sight of such a submissive beauty kneeling before him, excited by the feel of his sister's lips and tongue, she leaned back a little. Again her flashing, blue eyes rolled to him. She smiled a bit, coyly.

Then her head darted forward. Her mouth opened in a wide "O". Wider, wider. Downward she dropped. Her lips, a tight ring of white, pouted over the thick head of his prick. Inward, he slid over the moist, velvet carpet of her tongue. Deeper, his throbbing shaft entered, drilling into the depths of her throat.

He groaned. In one, swift swoop, she had taken him - all of him. Her edacious lips now ringed the hairy base of his prick. His cock filled her mouth and throat. He groaned again. The sensation of being buried within his sister's face set his testicles to lurching around within the security of their wrinkled sac.

Upward her head pulled, her cheeks sinking inward with the vigor of her suction. She had teased him, licked him, nibbled at him. And now she was getting down to the serious business of sucking him off.

Down her head dropped and she swallowed the adamantine sword of his sex. Up she sucked, her tongue swirling and caressing around the ponderous circumference of his engorged prong.

She ate at him with unabandoned relish. He saw her throat bob and twitch as she swallowed down the mixture of his preseminal juices and her own saliva. Her lips smacked and little, wet, oral sounds rose from below him.

Despite the recent emptying of his balls into Marianne's hungry quim, he felt the mounting rush of lust building within his scrotum. His cock ached and jerked with pleasure while his sister lovingly lavished her oral caresses on his dick.

He wanted to sit there and enjoy the full measure of the young blonde's worshipping mouth, to unleash the hot load he carried. However, he didn't trust his own vigor. Marianne had drained him. It was late - a long night after a hard day at the office. If he lost his wad now, he just might not be able to get it up again for a while. And his sister deserved better than that this first night together in nearly three months.

"Enough," he forced himself to say, reaching down and dragging her wonderful mouth off the lance of his loveshaft. "Little sister, I've got a better place to put my aching cock."

"Or I have," the long-haired blonde said with a grin. She pushed to her feet and immediately began to peel off her clothes. "Right up this hot pussy of mine!"

He watched, his cock jumping and twitching with need as he slipped out of his slacks. Cari's nymph-like body, small and delicate, never failed to affect him in the same way. He knew it, every creamy white inch of it. Yet the familiarity of her lithe, girlish form went beyond the simple recognition of an old and dear lover. This was his sister - a fact that never decreased in its alluring, erotic effect on him.

Her green, poor-boy top came off over her head and she tossed it aside. Round, smooth mounds, topped by coral pink tips, her breasts stood firm and proud on her chest. So young and vulnerable looking, so ripe and taut, just waiting for his hands and mouth.

Catching his admiring gaze, she smiled and shimmied her jeans down over her hips, revealing the familiar cleft of her teen-age loins. Beneath the soft, sandy blonde fleece of her pubic fur was the very visible slit of her pussy, an entrance to ecstasy he had breached five years ago, introducing himself, and her, to the pleasures of the flesh.

"I'm not as voluptuous as that cow Marianne, but will I do?" She poised, turning a little to give him a glimpse of her perky young ass. The word "tail" had been invented for his sister. The demi-globes of her buttocks were solid cushions that taunted him to reach out and squeeze.

"Stop begging for compliments," he said taking her into his arms. "You're quite aware that you're beautiful and totally irresistible."

"But I like you to tell me," she whispered, kissing him. "Besides, when I see you with a set of tits like Marianne's, I get an inferiority complex. All I've got is a handful."

"Two handfuls," he corrected, grasping each of the creamy apples of flesh and squeezing them firmly. "And a couple of mouthfuls left over."

He proved it by ducking his head to her chest and sucking strongly at one of the ripe, stiff buds of her nipples. He did so until he brought a deep, shivery moan from the depths of her throat. Then he politely gave the opposing crest the same attention.

Squeezing and kneading and sucking, he worked the provocative mounds of his teen-age sister's tits. He kept at it, fully enjoying himself, until he felt her knees tremble, threatening to collapse under her.

Then with one last kiss to each of her pink-blushed nipples, he relinquished his hold on her breasts. He lifted her supple, naked body in his arms and carried the girl into the bedroom, depositing her atop the bed.

"I'm aflood inside," the supine beauty sighed, lolling around, her thighs opening in a lewd invitation. "I want to feel my brother's cock up me. I want him to fuck me with that beautiful pussy pleaser."

Sliding atop the sleek curves of her young body, he skewered the swollen bludgeon of his prick into the wanton gash of his sister's young cunt. She grunted beneath the sudden, deep penetration of her body. But her pelvis arched up, sleeving every inch of his rigid shaft in the liquid warmth of her pussy.

"Damn!" The young girl writhed, impaled on the unyielding length of his cock. "I've been wanting to feel this ever since you left. Big Brother, ball the hell out of your little sister. Fuck her - hard and fast!"

Immediately, his hips responded. He wrenched up, sliding from the tight pocket of pleasure softly surrounding his inflamed cock. He lurched, spearing downward, back into the hot, yielding interior.

"Yesssss," her passionate urgency hissed from between her clenched teeth. "There's no man like my brother. No one who knows how to fuck me like my brother!"

In and down, he slammed in deep-grinding strokes. Recklessly he threw himself into the squeezing socket of her cunt. He reamed and drilled the channel of her young lust. He fucked and hunched, whipping her into a frenzy of erotic need.

She writhed and squirmed beneath his fleshy onslaught. Her hips, pumping with zealous vigor, matched him stroke for stroke. Lust and love blended into one. Their bodies melted in carnal union.

It didn't take long for her wild fervored delirium of need to soar to its exploding peak. She wanted him and was ready to give herself. As she came, crying out the full strength of her climax, he realized she must have been thinking about this moment during her bus trip, titillating herself with the thought of her brother riding her willing body.

He wanted to extend the pleasure of this moment, but his own need was too compelling. He came. His cock, rammed deeply into the enveloping folds of her tight pussy, blasted out fountain after fountain of thick, hot semen.

He filled her, drenching his sister's cunt with a flood of her brother's seed. The quivering contractions of her vaginal channel milked at him, drawing out each steaming drop of his lust. His spent prick finally slithered from the slippery tunnel of her sated quim.

When he rolled from her satisfied body, she nestled into the hollow of his shoulder, her lips kissing at his neck and chest in gratitude. Then after a moment or two, he heard her breathing soften to the shallow, peaceful breaths of sleep.

"It's been a long day for you little sister," he whispered, lightly kissing her closed eyes. "And for your brother."

Holding her closely, he allowed his eyelids to close. In another moment, he joined his sister in the restful oblivion of sleep.