Chapter 2
I dragged myself from bed after getting minimal rest. I tossed and turned most of the night, with recurring visions of my sister sucking feverishly on Luke, then his unforgettable stare just before climax.
It made me think of the kinds of thoughts that ran through Judy's head while she had his cock trapped between her lips, pulling and shifting over that taut skin while feeling its building pulsations. I couldn't rid myself of that one glimpse when her saliva bubbled over her fastened mouth, dribbling down his erect shaft, then Judy's smooth slide to dispatch it. The depths of her hunger, as well as Luke's detection startled me.
Sprawling across my sheets didn't help. That hot stirring in the pit of my groin was a continued vexation. Unconsciously, I seized a pillow and enclosed it with my legs. I bore down, desiring sudden pressure there-but it failed to be enough.
I needed something to ease that disturbance. When I was perfectly still, I felt my nipples thicken and my pussy dampen. Those things happened without the prompting of naughty ideas. My body hotly rebelled, craving new, lustier sensations than my finger could provide. Masturbating left me thirsty for something dreamier and more lasting.
Shrugging off these impractical notions, I slipped into my robe and entered the kitchen. I started brewing a pot of coffee and searched the refrigerator for breakfast. Judy rarely took responsibility for shopping, so my options were limited to two eggs and a half empty carton of orange juice. I made a mental note to compile a list of items to replenish our cupboards.
I had just poured myself some coffee when the door to Judy's bedroom swung open and Luke tiptoed out. His single act of modesty was to don his pair of boxer shorts. He nodded to me as he walked to the stove, glanced at the full cup in my hand and took it. I was much too numb to care.
Luke squinted at the burst of sunlight pouring into the kitchen. "Kind of bright in here."
"It's ten-thirty," I patently reminded him, fetching another cup. "I gather Judy is still sleeping."
He shrugged, then grinned. "What can I say? I fucked her brains out."
I froze. Luke had never been so direct in the past, but then, my encounters with him were brief.
He took a healthy sip, then smiled. "Yes. Caffeine. A much needed commodity after a long night."
I didn't want to hear any boasting. What he did with my sister was none of my concern. It was difficult to ignore him. He sat unabashedly in the chair, bare-chested and cocky, with his legs spread. A mental picture of my sister's head going up and down to the accompaniment of loud slurps flashed before my eyes.
He gave me a frank assessment. "Did you enjoy the show?"
I blushed. "What do you mean?"
"Don't pretend. You were watching us." He chuckled, then took another prolonged sip. Without glancing up, he asked, "Did it get you hot?"
I turned my back to him, red with embarrassment. I hadn't expected to be drilled. Rather than respond to his questions, I poured myself coffee. Let him draw his own conclusions, I resolved.
Luke elected not to pursue it. "You know, from this angle, you look pretty damned good. You've got a nice ass," he complimented.
"I suppose you're an expert at those evaluations."
"I see plenty at my office. The girls dress to outdo each other. They love the attention, the games." He paused. "Are you like that, Heather? Do you like to fuck with peoples' minds?"
I whirled upon my heel. "I'd watch what I said. Some people don't appreciate analysis."
"Is that why you enjoy watching?" He settled back in his chair, pulling his thighs apart until I thought I could almost see his cock and balls through the opening. His chest expanded and contracted slowly, smooth with muscular definition. I hadn't known Luke to be endowed with such an athletic body-when dressed, his professional appearance was deceptive. A shirt and tie hid those spectacular pectorals, those immense biceps and those sinewy thighs.
He was observant of my unwavering stare. My mouth largely watered at his magnificent physique. Although I prayed for a reduction in stimulus, I felt its steady, tingling flow. I was certain my nipples had distended while that throbbing tension in my groin took possession. I checked neither of these telltale signs, too weak to disable my gape.
Luke proceeded, grinning. He warmed to my seduction. "I always thought you were sexy, Heather-from the moment we met. I could tell you had a wild streak. Oh, you keep it toned down, but it's there."
"It is?" I echoed, faintly.
"Sure. You've got strong body language. When you sit and cross those incredible legs, or bend over and display that gorgeous ass, you're communicating fluently with the opposite sex. I've read all statements you transmit."
I realized I was falling for it-hanging onto his every word while excitement coursed through me-but I couldn't help myself. Luke looked too good in that relaxed position, half-naked, plying me with soothing phrases. I wanted him to walk across the room, rip open my robe and suck on my nipples. When he finished, I wanted him to lift me on the kitchen counter and lick my pussy until I came savagely in his face. These potent images flickered through my mind, resistant to what I consciously decided. The provocation to at least reveal my tits to him and stroke the inflamed nipples swam precariously to the surface. It didn't matter that Judy was asleep in the other room; I knew, instinctively, he would rush to me and quench his thirst.
"You've lusted after me?" I murmured. "Is that what you're saying?"
He nodded. "What's more, I know you haven't had it."
"Judy told you."
"She did, but I could have guessed. That constant flush is pure disclosure, Heather. Your cheeks are red this very moment. You're thinking of me in a sexy way."
I broke our gaze. "I am not," I stammered.
He rose from his chair and began his approach. There was no urgency in his step. Luke permitted ample time for me to regain control of my emotions. "There's nothing to be ashamed of, Heather. You can't fight chemistry. Those deep-seated yearnings will always exist. You can't shut them off."
I trembled, relying heavily on my sense of obligation not to do something regrettable. If he attempted to enclose me with those spacious hands, I was fairly corivinced my defense system would collapse. His mellow voice made me wet, inducing a stream that dampened my panties. Savage palpitations surged through my pussy.
"I don't think it's a good idea, your talking to me like this," I spoke in hushed tones.
"Why?" he taunted. "It's what we both want. Your aroused look at the door was confirmation of it." He examined my shivering fame. "Did you jerk off when you got back to your room. Were you thinking of my cock?"
"Luke. Please lower your voice."
"I'll bet you wished you could have had your mouth on it, like Judy did. Or maybe it would feel better if it were in your pussy. You'd like that, huh? I'd go in really slow so I wouldn't hurt you. I know you would enjoy it."
I swallowed roughly. "You're pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?"
"I can tell when I've gotten someone excited."
I could barely talk above the lump that formed in the base of my throat. "And what about my sister?"
"She doesn't have to know. It'll be our secret." He leaned closer to me, his breath brushing my cheek. "It'll be so good, Heather. I'll make you cum."
I quivered. All this hot talk eroded my moral sense. That low, masculine voice gave me an incentive to spread my legs and accept the pledge of unhad bliss. It was true: I desired relief from battering frustration. Luke's offer held appeal; I was physically attracted to him and I believed his vow of discretion.
"I'll come by for you at ten tonight," he whispered. "I'll pull over to the curb in front and wait. Meet me by the corner."
The hot stirring in my loins would not abate. I visualized Luke's big cock deep in my pussy, giving me satisfaction with each and every thrust. I experienced a rush of urgency for him. The moist churning between my legs demanded that kind of contentment. My knees were so weak, I almost fell.
Without preliminary, he slipped his hand inside my robe and dipped into my panties. I let out a soft yelp as he clamped my mound.
"Oh, yeah," he muttered, pressing his thumb into my juicy crevice, then traveling up to my swollen clit. "It'll be so good."
"Ohhhhh," I sobbed.
"I know it'll be your first time. I'll go easy, but it still might hurt. It's something you can't avoid. Don't worry-the pleasure will be constant. I'll ease the pain as fast as it comes, until you don't even feel anything but my cock slicing into your hungry snatch."
He roamed through my silky curls, encountering traces of love dew. His roving digit provoked a flurry of chills that permeated my very core. He pierced the glistening webs of desire as he charged through with his finger. Back and forth he dipped, affording me a mind-shattering, flesh-screaming charge.
"You'll be there?" he asked, leveling those slowly burning pupils at me.
I nodded, too aroused to decline. Waves of desire streamed through my entire body. He could have taken me right there, up against the stove, ramming that hard dick into my susceptible pussy. I was so drenched, his initial plunge would have been ecstasy-despite my virginity. I wanted to be fucked so badly, I could taste it.
A low, conspicuous moan from the other room signaled that Judy had awakened. She sounded very much like a girl who'd had a long, rough night.
Luke wisely stepped away from me, extracting his finger from my pussy. He assumed his abandoned seat at the table as though nothing extraordinary had taken place. I was still shaking as I closed my robe, attempting to hide the proof of our fleeting intimacy. I recovered, but only after several cleansing breaths. Luke, without suffering repercussions, sipped from his cup just before the door swung back and revealed my disheveled sister. Half-asleep, she had donned a long T-shirt that hugged her voluptuous body in formfitting fashion and covered her pussy by a fraction. She ran fingers through her crop of limp curls and sighed. Gradually, when her sense of vision was sufficiently restored, she trudged to the stove.
"Pour me some, too, will you, honey," she murmured, shaking the last dregs of sleep from her brain. Our moment of subterfuge passed her by. Judy was too weary to suspect something was amiss.
I pressed myself into service, cleaning a cup and filling it with steaming coffee. "You should have gone shopping, Judy. I had nothing else to offer Luke."
She giggled. "I fed him well last night. Coffee is probably all he needs."
Luke, setting down his cup, chuckled. "I can vouch for that."
A glimmer of lust evolved on her lame expression. "Shall I send you off to work on a full stomach? We've got time. How about one for the road?"
Luke rose to his complete, six-foot-two height and enfolded Judy in his arms. He brushed her lips. "Sorry, baby, but I've got to run. I've got an early morning meeting."
"Not even for a quickie?" she pouted.
He shook his head, then tossed her a wink. "Keep it warm for me."
A luxurious smile unfolded on her lips. "Mmmmmm. That won't be a problem."
Luke scrambled out the door five minutes later, fully dressed. Judy blew him a kiss, then whimsically eased herself into a chair.
"I'm in love," she confessed after taking her first gulp of coffee. "Totally and without reservation."
"You really care about him, don't you?"
She nodded emphatically. "He's incredible in bed. He just keeps going, wanting more and more. I can barely keep up, but I do." She shivered. "He doesn't give me much choice."
"What do you mean?"
Judy shook her head. "Let's just say he doesn't stay soft for long."
She stimulated sizzling, vibrant thoughts within me. I didn't need elaboration. "Do you think it's mutual?"
Judy couldn't hide her indignation. "Of course. He tells me so. Besides," she interrupted, slithering her hands over her tits and down to her crotch, "I can feel his need for me."
Judy certainly didn't leave much to the imagination. Her nipples protruded through her flimsy nightie. The diaphanous material displayed her large, jutting breasts to full advantage.
I refilled my cup and joined her at the table. "What is it that men contribute to gain this reaction? I mean, why do women react so strongly to their brand of pleasure?"
Judy giggled. "You sound like a virgin all the time."
"If you don't want me to ask, say so." Judy wrinkled her nose. "Sorry, honey. I didn't mean to be a bitch. I guess it's just nature.
Opposites attract. We like being fondled, titillated by men. It's our tendency. Besides, men provide us with necessary roughness and raw passion we couldn't get anywhere else."
My pulse jumped. Did that explain my amorous reflexes to both Danny and Luke? Both prompted urges I couldn't define. "How does it feel when someone's inside you?"
"Now you're really getting personal."
"Sorry. I-"
"Hey, it's okay. We're sisters. I don't mind." She closed her eyes, drifting into erotic introspection. "I can describe it perfectly. I think about it when Luke's fucking me. I'm on my back and this huge, solid thing is driving into my juicy center. It's communicating with my body and my mind simultaneously. I can feel the skin of his cock rubbing the insides of my pussy, instigating sensations that are too deep to find with my finger. He's moving back and forth, initially teasing, then producing contagious passion. While my pussy becomes a moist receptacle for that spearing cock, its walls grow a thousand minute fingers of sensitivity. The veins and bulging sections of his dick keep grinding away, intensifying this awareness until I find myself working with him, shoving my pussy at it, catching that thick monster with my sluiced lips and swallowing it whole."
Judy's graphic descriptions were causing me to swelter. I didn't expect this degree of honesty or realism. I wasn't, however, about to interrupt.
Judy massaged her tits through her long T-shirt. Her nipples were notably erect. "Mmmmmm. Telling you this has gotten me so horny. Wow. I don't know if I can continue. I might have to hit the shower."
"Finish," I petitioned. "Please. I want to know."
A lazy smile creased her lips. "Okay, honey. I'll try." She searched her erotic memory banks to relay the balance of her blistering report. "Having a swollen cock inside you is the height of luxury. It's the ultimate high. You lay back and receive it, like a gift. If you're adequately relaxed, you can actually feel it throb; when you do, you know you've gotten his hormones piping hot. He wants you, and he needs what you're giving him. By letting him bury his thing in your pussy, you're committing yourself to his satisfaction. Pushing his dick into your cunt and watching you respond feeds his brains and his balls at the same time. He sees how excited you are, getting stroked by his cock, and that sends hot pictures into his head. Meanwhile, you're undergoing all this urgency, all this slippery commotion, and it's affecting you. Getting pumped steadily for five, ten minutes will do it. Your pussy's highly impressionable to the rhythm, the textures, the pressure, the hardness. Your sense of touch migrates to that part of your body. You might be cushioning his chest with your tits, or have your legs wrapped around his hips, but it's your pussy that processes all you're experiencing. The fact he's getting caught up in the turmoil, and that he's about to explode, nourishes that impulse." She shivered, then went on. "You're shaking beneath him, hardly breathing, holding onto him, but unable to sustain a grasp. His cock is sliding in and out of you at a maddening rate, fighting for deeper encasement. At this point, you can't be bothered with any roughness on his part. You want to cross the finish line. That dick is running through your sopping wet lips, pumping you frantically, igniting a fire. The longer it fucks you, the stronger the urge, the more intense the pleasure. You reach a point when you can't get enough-you want more and more, fucking him right back, sending him a hot pussy to stick. You're out of air and burning with fever, reciprocating like hell, when-it happens."
"You cum?"
She nodded. "Count on it."
"Whew!" I said, sitting back in the chair. "Sounds like quite an ordeal."
"You ought to try it."
I shrugged. "Maybe I will.. . "
"I swear, Heather, you're throwing away some of your best years staying a virgin. There's nothing like a man. Nothing compares to getting a stiff cock on a regular basis." She gave a wicked laugh. "I can pass on a slew of tips, too. Getting a guy hard is a trip in itself. They love it when you're creative. I can give Luke a boner without even trying."
I was tempted to enlighten her about having that same talent, but thought differently. Nothing would be gained from raising her ire. "You mean, you have to.. .inspire him?"
"It depends on who wants it more. If he does, then it's his job to put you in the mood." She winked at me. "A little tongue action goes a long way."
"You mean-"
"Let him suck you. His spit will keep you wet, especially when he's ready to fuck."
My sister dished out worldly wisdom in big, heaping scoops. I didn't needed another pearl dropped, that was for sure. "Thanks for the info. It certainly clarified things and put them in perspective."
Judy wasn't fooled. "You're scared shitless. You're afraid his dick is going to hurt."
I played innocent. "Why would I think that when I haven't found somebody?"
"You will. Take my advice, honey. Get it over with. Sometimes, the first time can be very exciting." She paused, then snapped her fingers. "Hey, I almost forgot. Can I borrow your car?"
"Huh?"
"I dropped mine off at the garage and they don't think it'll be ready until tomorrow."
"Can you drop me off at work?"
"Sure. It'll be on my way. You'll have to get a lift back, though. I've got all kinds of running around to do." She batted her eyes flirtatiously, trying to get on my good side. "I hope it won't be a problem."
I thought about my rendezvous with Luke. The prospect of going through with it disturbed me. Deception wasn't one of my strong suits. "I suppose I could ask somebody at work."
"Is it okay?" she prodded.
Danny suddenly burst into my head. Oh, God-what an opportunity! The perpetual gentleman, he would offer assistance at the slightest hint. My insides began to churn excitedly. I knew at that moment, Luke wasn't the one who'd be getting my cherry.
"I realize this is an imposition," Judy mentioned after a moment's lapse.
"No, there's no problem whatsoever. Sure, I'll lend you my car. I'm glad to be of help."
"You're a doll," she said, planting a kiss on my cheek.
And you're a lifesaver, I thought silently.