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CHAPTER TWO

Laura Mitchell Martin had always adored her older brother, Fred. When he'd married Millie years ago, Laura had been heartbroken that he hadn't waited for her to grow up. She finally married on the rebound when she was eighteen. She'd had Eric at nineteen and now was separated from her husband, Pete Martin, and living with Fred and Millie temporarily.

Laura had always loved Fred's looks and she stared at him unobtrusively as he sat in a lounge chair in the living room and sipped a beer.

The rest of the family was out. Laura was able to examine the back of Fred's head and marvel at how nicely his still-thick hair grew over his collar. He had a solid, muscular body and a thick chest. He'd played football as a teenager and he still had the strong thighs and flat belly of an athlete.

"When's Millie coming back?" Laura said, sipping her own beer.

"Late," Fred said, his face half in the sports page of the newspaper.

She sighed deeply and moved her feet up onto the sofa. Fred noticed the loud sigh and turned around.

"You okay, Sis?" he said.

"Oh, I guess so." She didn't want to burden her older brother, but she'd been depressed ever since Pete had walked out on her.

"It's Pete, isn't it?" Fred said, laying his paper down.

"I guess so."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I hate to lay my troubles on you."

He rose up and joined her on the sofa. "That's what big brothers are for."

Tears welled in her eyes. "I don't know… it's not that I miss Pete so much."

"Then what is it?"

"It's just… oh, I don't know… I hate to bother you with all my problems."

Fred took her hand and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "I think you better talk about it," he said. "That way you'll feel better. It's the only way. Millie and I talk things out all the time. We kind of act as each other's shrink. Come on. Start talking."

"Well, Pete was always a runaround, but I guess you know that."

Fred frowned. "I figured that out. And to be truthful with you, Sis, he bragged about it too. Pete's the kind of guy who doesn't enjoy fooling around unless he can brag about it. He's probably got a deep-seated feeling of inferiority. But frankly I don't give a damn about him. It's you I care about. Why don't you divorce him and find someone who'll appreciate you and Eric? You're a fine-looking woman, Sis. You can have your pick of guys."

He removed his arm from her shoulder and reached for his beer. Tears coursed down her cheeks and she threw her long red hair back over one shoulder.

"Oh, Fred," she said in an unsteady voice. "I'm just so confused. Eric adores his father. And it just crushed him when Pete disappeared. He's at the age where a boy needs his father. You know that. You and John are so close. It just kills me to watch how wonderful you are with John when my own boy has no male authority figure in his life anymore."

She tried to stem the flood of tears streaming down her cheeks, but her throat felt constricted and she soon gave up. Fred put his arm around her again and patted her arm.

"I have to agree that when you and Eric got here the boy seemed kind of quiet and withdrawn. But, it's the damndest thing. For the past few days he's kind of blossomed. You know, I think Millie's a good influence on him. Have you seen those two huddling together and giggling? Listen, Sis, after a few weeks here you and Eric will both see things differently. Now you remember, you can stay here as long as you want. Our house is open to you. Just unwind and settle in. We love you and Eric." He continued patting her arm and she finally stopped sobbing.

"I don't know what I'd do without you," she hiccupped.

"Sssshhh, don't mention it," Fred said. "What you need is a guy in your life. I've got a few friends and they'd be crazy about you. Bachelors too. How about if I fix you up with one of them?"

She began to sob again and buried her face against his shoulder. "Oh, Fred, I'm still married. How can I start something with another man?"

He clucked and patted her hair as her body shook with sobs. "Yeah, you're probably right," he mused. "Don't cry, Sis. No guy's worth it. A woman with your looks. Jesus, you're a gorgeous woman."

Laura smiled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "Oh, Fred, you always were good for my ego." His thigh touched hers and the redhead drew hers back.

"Well, it's the truth, Sis," he said. "You are gorgeous. Even Millie thinks so."

"Millie's much prettier," she said. "And her figure's much better than mine."

"Millie's built pretty good, but you don't have to take a back seat to anyone, Sis."

Once again his thigh pressed against hers, but he sipped his beer and seemed to be miles away.

"I'll be okay," Laura said. "Honest, I will. In a few weeks, I'll be over Pete. And then Eric and I will go home and I'll find a divorce lawyer."

"It's gone that far, huh?"

"Yes," Laura said in a trembly voice. "I don't want to be married to a man who walks out on a teenage son."

She lay her head on Fred's shoulder and he absently stroked her hair.

"I think that's a wise decision, Sis," he said. Her body felt warm and pliant and Fred heard a tiny alarm go off in his brain.

"Millie's so lucky to have you for a husband," Laura said then.

"I'm not perfect," Fred chuckled. "Not by a long shot."

"She's never complained to me."

"Well, we have our moments, but in the end we always make things up."

"What do you mean?"

"We've both had our flings," Fred said slowly. "Not that Millie ever admitted it. She's too smart for that. But I happen to be pretty sure she's had a few affairs." He saw the alarmed expression on his sister's face. "I've had a few myself," he added quickly. "I'm no angel, so don't think too harshly of Millie."

"But, it's different for a man," Laura said.

"Why? She's got strong sexual needs too. Why should it be any different for a woman?"

"I guess I'm just an old-fashioned girl," Laura said. "It just shocks me that Millie's had affairs. Somehow if a man fools around, it doesn't seem so terrible."

She giggled and Fred smirked. "You're certainly no woman's libber, thank God," he said.

"Oh, no," she said. "I think a man should be boss. That's the one area Pete and I agreed about."

It was a moment before she realized her tit was pressing against his arm. She glanced down at his lap and saw a slight movement in his crotch.

"That's nice perfume you're wearing," he said.

Laura crossed her legs. "Eric bought it for my birthday."

He sniffed her hair and neck. "A smell like that could turn a guy on," he said.

The redhead snuggled against him. "Even if the wearer was your sister?" she teased.

"Especially then," he whispered in her ear, moving a hand to her chest and brushing his fingertips against her tits.

He left his hand on her tits for a moment and pulled her more tightly against him. She gasped. "What are you doing?" she hissed.

"You're my sister," he said. "I feel responsible for you."

"But what do you mean?" Her heart beat so fast and hard she thought she might faint.

"I think you need some affection, Sis," he said, gently squeezing one ripe tit.

She stiffened visibly, but didn't push him away. She wanted to object, but the words wouldn't come past her lips. Her throat felt constricted.

Since she said nothing, he reached over and took her hand and moved it over his crotch. She felt his hard-on under her fingers and still she said nothing.

"See, Sis, how excited you've got me," he said.

Her hand felt hot and she pulled it away abruptly, a feeling of anguish washing over her. "Oh, God, Fred, we're brother and sister!"

He moved her hand back to his crotch and gazed into her eyes. "Does it really matter? I'm a man who occasionally feels the need for some diversion. And you're a woman who's been alone too much. Who's to say it's wrong?"

She gazed at him without speaking for a long moment. She thought about what he'd said and it made sense to her. She tightened her grip on his crotch and cocked her head.

"Indeed, who's to say?" she whispered.

He grinned and kissed her lips briefly. "You mean you'll do it, Sis? I mean, you and me… we'll go all the way?"

"Lord in heaven, if I think about it too much I'll change my mind," she said.

He kissed her again. "I can't believe it!" His eyes glittered with excitement.

"If we don't get undressed pretty soon, I know damn well I'll change my mind. Fred, I mean it."

He gazed into her eyes and saw the lust that dwelled within. "Get up," he said and together they rose up and began undressing.

Laura had seen her older brother in various stages of undress all her life, but this was different. Somehow the intimacy of the situation made her minutely examine his body as he peeled his clothes off. When he was naked, she glanced nervously at his cock. It swayed in front of his body like a club and his balls hung down behind it, hairy and leathery and big.

Her face grew warm when she realized he'd caught her staring at him.

"Do I pass inspection, Sis?" he said, pulling her against him.

"You certainly do," she said.

He released her and she finished undressing and he made her turn around so he could see her ass and the curve of her hips.

"You're gorgeous," he said. "Should we suck first?"

"If you say," she murmured and she started to lie down on the sofa.

"No, here, on the floor," he said.

Mystified, the redhead stretched out on the carpeting and closed her eyes. She kept her legs together, but raised her arms over her head. She could feel Fred's eyes on her body and was confident of her beauty. She'd exercised faithfully for years and was as firm as a teen with a small waist and slim hips. Her upper arms and thighs were firm too. She hated flabbiness and constantly fought it.

She heard Fred whistle softly and she opened her eyes and giggled. "Now it's my turn. Do I pass inspection?" she said.

"God, Sis, you're something," he said, sitting down next to her and staring at her tits. "You're so beautiful." He licked his lips. "I hope I don't dump my load from excitement."

"Oh, Fred, you can do whatever you want," she said, her eyes shining. "You know how I feel about you."

He bent over and kissed the tip of one pink nipple. "No, I don't know. How do you feel about your older brother?"

"I've had a crush on you for years. You must have known it." She turned her head to the side and blushed deeply.

He sucked her other nipple into his mouth. "I knew you did when we were kids, but I didn't know it carried over. Are you serious?"

"Have you really had a crush on me all these years?"

She nodded and held her arms out for his embrace. "Oh, Fred, I can't tell you how often I dreamed about this."

They french-kissed and when they broke apart he ran his tongue over both of her tits. "If I'd have known, I'd have suggested this long ago," he said.

"Oh, Fred, suck my nipples again!"

He went from one to the other, sucking her erected pink nipples until they stood out like two long nails. She breathed more rapidly and ran her fingernails through his hair.

"Oh, Fred, I want you!" she sighed.

"Where, Sis?" he said in her ear. He blew his warm breath over her throat and she felt her pussy moisten. "Where do you want me?"

"In my mouth, Fred," she said. "I want your cock in my mouth."

"Oh, God, Sis!" he said. "Oh, God!"

He almost fell as he squatted over her. She held her arms up to try and steady him. "Oh, Fred, your cock looks so wonderful hanging over my face!"

In their nervousness they had difficulty arranging their bodies. Finally, after much nervous laughter, she settled on her side, her face an inch from his crotch.

He tangled his strong fingers in her long, red hair and her mouth moved against him. She caressed his balls and he groaned when she pursed her lips and took his prick-tip into her mouth.

Her thighs fell open as the excitement of sucking her brother's cock overwhelmed her. And then suddenly they moved apart and he turned around and they were in the sixty-nine position.

He hungrily pushed his face inside her legs and inhaled her musky fragrance. "Oh, Sis, you're so beautiful!" he said.

"Oh, Fred!" she said, licking his balls.

She grasped his asscheeks in her hands and sucked his entire cockhead into her mouth. He dipped his fingers into her ass-crack and ran his tongue up and down her slit.

They rolled around until she lay on top of him, and he sank his face into her cunt and licked her clit.

"Oh, my God!" she cried.

When he stabbed his tongue into her cunt-hole, she took his entire cockshaft into her throat. She licked his balls all over and the juice gushing out of his cock-slit.

She wet him down with her saliva and dribbled saliva all over his balls, only to lick them clean again.

Her tongue was everywhere. In his ass-crack and over his bung and wetting down his cock-bush. She took his balls into her mouth individually and then together.

He groaned and pulled his mouth away from her cunt. "Oh, shit, don't make me come yet!" he said.

"Why not? I want you to come in my mouth, Fred."

"But I want to fuck you."

"You can fuck me afterward."

"Jesus, Sis, I won't be able to get it up again that soon."

"I'll help you."

"Even so."

"But I want you to come in my mouth."

"Trust me for now," he said. "Get down on your back and let me fuck you, Sis."

Obediently, she stretched out on her back and parted her legs. He climbed between her thighs and leaned over until his prick pointed directly at her cunt.

"Jesus, Sis!" he said in a husky voice. "Oh, Jesus!"

He gripped his prick and shoved it with one thrust into her pussy. Her head flew from side to side on the rug and she brought her legs up and locked her ankles around his back.

"I can't hold on too long!" he said through clenched teeth.

"I'm going to come, Fred!" she cried.

"Oh, God, Sis, I'm coming too!"

He pounded her for a few moments, filling her cunt with steaming jism and giving her the most wonderful orgasm of her life.