MY BABY SISTER

I was late getting to the party. I'm often late, but this time I was seriously late. I did not want much to go, but my date did. Jane loved parties, and she was dressed for it too. Jane was a sexy girl and she was not shy about advertising her wares.

It seems like Christmas season brings out the party animal in people, and every firm, large and small, was throwing parties. This particular party was sponsored by my own firm, so I felt obligated to make an appearance, but I knew with Jane in tow I would actually have to get my party animal geek on.

I made a beeline for the open bar. I needed a little buzz if I were to keep up with Jane. I knew all my colleagues would be checking her out. Some might, no, would even hit on her. I wasn't worried. If anyone could take care of herself, it was Jane. She was a formidable woman, the best candidate I had found to date to be my life partner. It was high time, too. I was 33 years old.

Jane was twenty-six. She wanted to marry, have kids, and live the perfect American life. We lived in New York, and if we were to have a house with a front yard and back yard, a well-behaved dog, two cars, a room for wood working, a barbeque, a hammock, and all that jazz, then that meant either New Jersey, Westchester, or living on Long Island. Plenty of people did it, enduring daily long commutes, and they led happy, healthy, productive lives, and raised happy, well-adjusted children. It was my idea of hell.

That was Jane's only imperfection. I was much too strange, too alienated if you will, to want that. I don't know why I am the way I am. Does anyone really know what forces shaped their personalities? Genetics plays a role, I'm sure, and probably in my case my parents' divorce played a big role. It was ugly. It was brutal. I was furious at both my parents, but I was carted off by my Dad while my baby sister Sorelle (literally, she was a baby; she was still nursing at the time) stayed with my Mom.

At the time I hated both of my parents (I was twelve and my sister Sorelle was one), but as time evolved and I matured and understood the inevitable incompatibility of my parents, I grew to hate only my Dad. Probably I hated only Dad because from the age of twelve until now, ie, for the last twenty-one years, I've only laid eyes on my Mom a few times. I lost my hate for my Mom because I no longer even knew the woman! I hadn't seen my baby sister Sorelle since she was seven, and at the time I was 18! That was when I gave her a doll with a genuine porcelain face and I was told it was (and still is) her most prized possession.

I was destined to see my Mom again, however. My Mom was throwing a Christmas dinner, and I was not only obliged to go, I was required to bring Jane, too.

"Jane has her own family, Mom," I said. "She'll want to see them at Christmas."

"Don't feed me that bullshit, Mark. Jane is Jewish, isn't she?"

"Only on her mother's side. She wears a cross on a necklace, Mom. What Jew does that?" I asked.

"How should I know? Jews are weird. Anyway, she's the girl you love, and you are not going to hide her from me! You will bring her at Christmas and that's that!" my Mom said in her inimical "sweet" manner we all love.

So here I was at the party, sipping my Scotch, which was an 18-year-old Johnny Walker, either red, blue, or black, or black and blue, whatever. Jane had already finished her margarita and was nagging me to dance. We danced a few dances, and after dancing for around twenty minutes I decided to look for a john. The party was in a strange place in the countryside a short way up the Hudson Valley, and it had bedrooms for those too drunk to drive home at the end. Its business was mostly as a rental space for parties. My firm had rented the bedrooms, too. We had the luxury package deal.

I figured there would be a john upstairs near the bedrooms. It had not occurred to me how busy the bedrooms might be. I know people are exhausted and tense around Christmas time and often need to blow off steam, but I was surprised that every single bedroom was in use. It was not people who were napping or already sleeping off their booze induced fatigue, no, the bedrooms were being used for sex.

All the bedroom doors were closed. I opened the first one, indeed looking for the john, and was confronted by a smiling, moaning woman fucking some guy whose face I could not see, bouncing up and down on his cock, since they were fucking reverse cowgirl style. I tore my eyes away from her bouncing boobs to her face, and the giggling, moaning incarnation of a sexpot was Kathy, from accounting. I had never noticed how deliciously sexy she was until just then.

I smiled and waved, and she smiled and waved back. It was so casual, it was as if we could have run into each other at Whole Foods or some such place. I got an erection, and visualized Jane naked to force some sort of psychological loyalty to my partner. Really, though, any man would have gotten an erection seeing Kathy with her gorgeous body going at it like that.

The next door over I discovered two people were rutting doggy style, and the woman was even grunting like a dog as the man rammed into her in a way that I for one would call rough sex. It was fascinating to watch, and I perved a bit and watched the two of them go at it. Tearing myself away was like trying to stop staring at a traffic accident. For the accident it's perhaps the horror that keeps your attention; here it was the eros.

The third door was in fact the john, but it was being used. I decided to open yet another door (maybe there were two johns?) but instead I saw such a sexy sight (at least for my taste) that I guess I'll never forget it!

A huge behemoth of a man (really -- this guy could have played Rubeus Hagrid in the Harry Potter movies) was fucking a tiny little wisp of a woman, in missionary style. I had a great view of the giant's back and ass as it rose and fell, and all that I could see of the woman were her little legs up in the air, and her cute little feet, with her toes all curled up in erotic pleasure.

The woman had a tattoo near her ankle that looked to be the Rare Redeye Flatwing Butterfly, with its signature red eyes. It's one of my all-time favorite butterflies. My parents had a watercolor painting of the butterfly in their living room, I remembered. Small though the little woman under the giant was, her voice was loud, and she was urging on the giant on to fuck her harder and faster, and never to stop! I love women who are noisy during sex, and this little woman was noisy as hell!

One thing intrigued me, though. It was her toes. They were curled up the way toes can get on a woman when she's close to orgasm, but it was the length of her toes that caught my fascination. Her baby toe was super short, and the toe right next to her baby toe was long, in fact it was her longest toe. I have not seen the bare feet of that many people in my life, but I've seen quite a few, since I was a lifeguard every summer from ages 16 through 22. I notice everyone's toes, because my toes are weird just like this tiny woman's, underneath the giant. I used to be a bit self-conscious about it. This sexy little woman underneath Hagrid had the same toes I did! She was the only person I had ever seen with my bizarre toes. My goodness. I had to meet this little woman.

In addition, the little sexpot underneath Hagrid, who was still pummeling her with his cock, had painted toenails. That's no big deal. A lot of women paint their toenails. This woman, however, had painted her toenails in red and green stripes, presumably due to Christmas. I loved it.

I left the two lovers and as I approached the WC I saw a skinny, almost naked woman clothed only in panties emerge from the john. She blushed when she saw me standing there waiting for the john, and she ran quickly to one of the bedrooms and slammed the door. She had a nice body with really brightly colored areolas. I wanted to grab her and rape her but of course I didn't. I recognized her, too. She worked in the back office.

What was her name? Oh yes! It was Annie. The back office always seemed to me to be a great place for hanky-panky and boy was she up to that right now!

I smiled to myself. What an interesting and yes, quite frankly, stimulating trip to the john this had been! I had to remember to give Kathy in accounting a nice Christmas present this year. Maybe I'd find a reason to visit Annie in the back office, too? Having relieved myself, I went back downstairs to find my true love Jane. She was rapidly getting drunk, and talking to some stud with a stereotypical name for a stud: Troy. She was giggling a little too much with Troy. If she was trying to make me jealous, well, she was doing a good job of it. By now I had nothing but sex on my mind.

The music started up with a hard rock song with a good beat and Troy pulled Jane onto the dance floor. As Jane went, she gave me a little shrug as if to say 'it can't be helped, Mark.' I watched them dance for a while and then gazed blankly around the room. One man was towering above the others. It had to be Hagrid. If his back were bare, or if I could have seen his naked ass, I could've been sure, but there was only one giant at the party, and so it had to be Hagrid. He had a nice face.

Hagrid was dancing with a cute little blonde. She had a nice body and a cute, even adorable face. She was probably in her early twenties. I wondered what they were doing here? I was sure Hagrid did not work for the company, I would have noticed a giant, and I was fairly sure the adorable blonde with the special toes didn't work for us either. I also tend to notice adorable blondes. I was fascinated by the blonde, but before I could embarrass myself, Jane returned with Troy in tow.

"May I have the next dance, Jane, or is your dance card full?" I asked my partner and also my date for the night.

Jane blew off her stud Troy, saying, "Sorry Troy. I go home with the man who brung me."

Brung her? Just how drunk was Jane, anyway? Maybe she was trying to be funny. Usually Jane is fastidious about language. I got to dance with Jane and fortunately for her she stayed with me for the rest of the party.

I love dancing with Jane. She has such fluid moves and when I hold her she feels as if she's floating in the air.

I had met Jane a few years ago. We had friends in common and one night when we talking together, and I enjoyed everything she had to say, I said the customary, "We should have lunch together sometime."

"That would be nice," Jane replied.

Usually nobody follows up with such banal and vague invitations, but I realized this was an opening, so I said, "Let's make it concrete. Lunch tomorrow?"

"I'd love to Mark, but I work and get only a half hour for lunch," Jane said.

"Saturday brunch, then?" I asked. Everyone in New York has brunch instead of lunch on the weekends.

"I work Saturdays, too, I'm afraid," Jane said.

I was not giving up. "Sunday brunch, then?" I asked.

Jane smiled. "You like me, don't you, Mark? Sure, Sunday it is. When and where?"

I gave her a time and place. "Is that convenient?" I asked.

"I know the place. It's near where I live," she said. "That will work great."

We had a great time at brunch. I fell hook, line and sinker for the woman. She was everything I wanted in a woman; she was the woman I had been looking for my entire life. We went out for a coffee at a nearby coffee house, which was just a bit quieter than the brunch place. It was easier to talk.

After the coffee, Jane said, "Will you walk me home?"

"Sure," I said. I held her hand as we walked.

Arriving at the door to her apartment I made a move and I kissed her. I liked the way she kissed. I could tell she liked me, just by the kiss.

"I'd like to see you again," I said.

She looked at me and leaned in to kiss me again.

"I don't want to wait until next weekend. Want to take in a movie tonight at the Quad" I asked. The Quad is one of the nicer art movie theaters in Greenwich Village.

She did. We went. I walked her home again. She invited me in. We made out like teenagers, and I got her undressed to her panties, but then she said, "Not on the second date, Mark," when I went to remove her panties. We kissed some more, and eventually I left, having secured a third date for the following Saturday night.

That night I took her to an expensive and romantic restaurant. We went for a walk after dinner, walking around Greenwich Village, drinking in the scene, and stopping at a coffee house at one point. I put my arm around her and she melted into my body.

When we got to her apartment we were both ready, and this time I did not leave until the morrow. The sex with her was magical. I had already fallen for her in a big way, but when the sex too was great, I knew for sure. Jane was the girl for me. I only could hope that I was the man for her.

Three weeks and a lot of dates later, I told Jane I loved her. She replied, "I know you do Mark. I love you, too." We kissed, and then Jane went down on me for the first time. Not only could that woman fuck with the best, she had amazing oral talents, too! If she could cook, it would be the trifecta!

It turned out Jane was a great cook, too. Try as I might to find them, the woman had no faults. Sometimes, I guess, perfection happens. I knew Jane was the girl for me. Why didn't I propose to her? Well, there was one small incompatibility, I guess, the one about lifestyles. Plus, I had an aversion to commitment I had yet to overcome. You know how it is.

Towards the end of the party came a ladies' choice. At that moment Kathy from accounting made a beeline towards me. Jane graciously stepped aside for Kathy and once I was taken, Jane asked Troy to dance.

"Thanks for asking me, Kathy," I said, once we were on the dance floor, sneaking a quick glance to see how close Jane was keeping Troy. He was very close. He was flush against her. Jane can take care of herself, I told myself yet again.

"I saw the way you were looking at me upstairs when I was, I was, uh...." Kathy stammered.

"Gettin' busy?" I offered.

"Yes, exactly," she said, with a big smile. "Look, please don't spread it around the office. He's married, you know."

"You are too, aren't you?" I asked.

"Yes, there's that as well, of course. My husband would not come tonight, and well, I guess I had just a bit too much to drink, and listen, please keep it quiet!" Kathy said, and there was a little desperation in her voice.

Kathy then added softly, "I'm separated from my husband. We're heading towards a divorce."

"I'm sorry to hear that," I said.

"Don't be," Kathy said. "It's for the best."

"Well in any event your secret is safe with me, Kathy. You have one hell of a sexy body, if I may say so, by the way. I love your boobs," I said.

"Thank you, I guess. Thanks especially for keeping my secret. Hey, feel free to visit me in accounting some time. You're all right. Is that woman dancing with Troy your partner? She's pretty!" Kathy said. "Are you jealous? Troy is dangerous, you know. We ladies all have a crush on him."

"Thanks for the warning. Jane can take care of herself. And yes, Jane's pretty. Say Kathy, do you know who the cute little blonde is who's dancing with the giant?" I asked.

"You mean Hagrid? That's what we call him. He's the new head of IT. I guess the "cute little blonde" is his girlfriend. He's been all over her all evening long," Kathy said. "I'd stick with Jane if I were you. No man should try to mess with Hagrid."

"Hagrid's even been on top of her. She must have a strong rib cage," I said.

"What do you mean....oh! I guess you saw a few of us upstairs, eh?" Kathy rejoined. Her eyes were sparkling with mischief.

"I was looking for the toilet," I said.

"Sure. Of course, you were," Kathy said, and she giggled. Once I had told her that her secret was safe with me, she had visibly relaxed. I never told her I had no idea who the man was, as I couldn't see his face, anyway. "Listen, I'm serious. Come see me in accounting sometime. I have a private office, you know."

"Who was that foxy blonde who asked you to dance?" Jane asked me as I drove us home.

"Kathy from accounting," I said. I next told her what happened upstairs when I was looking for the john.

"You perv," Jane said. "That's disgusting. Do you really get off on watching others fuck?"

"All men do, Jane. That's why online porn is so popular," I said. "I never before realized how hot it is to watch them live, when you even know the people!"

"Well, it's disgusting. Tell me then, what was the sexiest couple you saw doing it?" Jane asked.

I smiled. Now who's the perv? I silently thought. I told her about the woman with her legs in the air and her toes, who was underneath Hagrid as he fucked her silly.

"So that's why you kept staring at her all night long! I thought you had a crush on her!" Jane said.

"I do," I said. "Toe similarity is a powerful aphrodisiac."

Jane hit me.

"Hey! I'm driving here!" I said.

"Shall I kiss it and make it better?" Jane asked. She kissed me tenderly.

"I'm still driving, Jane," I said.

"Let him out to play and I'll blow you while you drive. That should take your mind off Kathy from accounting and the blonde sexpot with the toes you love," Jane said.

"And maybe you'll forget Troy?" I teased.

"Oh, lover, I'll never forget Troy. The way he held me, the way he ground his hard cock into my tummy, and the way he felt when I put my arms around his neck. The way he whispered sweet nothings into my ear was just delicious. I loved the way he felt up my ass. If only he had kissed me, I'm sure..."

I unzipped.

"That's better. Now pay attention to your driving lover," Jane said, as she bent her head over my lap.

Christmas came all too fast. Jane and I were the first to arrive, even though we were, as always, late to the party. We put our presents under the tree. Jane had chosen, found, and bought all of them. She really is wonderful.

I made a quick dash for the eggnog. I'm the kind of guy who needs alcohol to deal with my Mom. She knows exactly how to push all my buttons, and she makes a good, and deadly, eggnog. She left me alone, however, preferring to get to know Jane. Jane was prepared. Nothing phases her, but my mother tried her best, it seemed to me, to drive Jane over the edge.

Half an hour later my sister Sorelle made her grand entrance, together with her own beau. I thought I had not seen her since she was seven, but I was wrong. The little blonde fluff bundle who was my grown 22-year-old sister and floated into the apartment like a dream on a cloud was the same woman I had seen lying underneath Hagrid while they fucked at the party. Just to make sure it was the same woman, Sorelle's beau was indeed Hagrid from IT.

The first time I had seen my sister since she was seven years old was upstairs at the party, underneath Hagrid, yelling at him to fuck her harder and faster. Holy Moses.

"You were staring at me at the holiday party two weeks ago upstate, right?" Sorelle said. "Did you recognize me as your sister?"

I did not know what to say.

Jane rode to the rescue. "That was my fault, Sorelle. I wanted to know who the gorgeous man dancing with you was. And here he is, too. Hi, I'm Jane." Jane stuck out her right hand.

"Mitchell," Hagrid said. "Everyone calls me Hagrid, though."

"I'll call you Mitchell," Jane said.

"Hey, thanks. You're all right," Hagrid said. Jane and Hagrid got into an involved conversation, leaving Sorelle, Mom, and me alone. Mom went to the kitchen to continue meal preparation. Sorelle was wearing open toe pumps, and I commented on her nail polish."Thanks, Bro. I have to keep touching it up, though. It's annoying. But it has a nice Christmassy look, don't you think?" Sorelle said.

"Yes, definitely. You know, my toes are similar," I said.

"You paint your toenails too? Oh Mark, you are the coolest brother on earth! Let me see, let me see!" she said.

"That's not what I meant," I said, and I explained about the long toe.

"Well, we're in the same gene pool, aren't we? It's not that surprising, I guess," Sorelle said. I felt foolish. "Hey, want to see what Mom did with your old room?"

Sorelle led me upstairs. When we got to my old room, after I had looked around, Sorelle stood there and stared at me. "Kathy told me you watched Mitchell fuck me at the party," she said. Her tone was not accusatory.

I think I might have blushed. Once again, I was speechless.

"Mitchell's a good fuck, Mark, but I don't love him. I'm getting ready to dump him after the holidays," she said.

I had no idea what to say.

"Kathy thinks you'd be a good fuck. She says she dropped some hints that she was available, but you haven't come by yet. Are you saving yourself for Jane, and maybe for me?"

"For you?" I almost stuttered.

Sorelle giggled nervously. "Hey, incest is in style now. All my friends have laid their brothers, or so it seems. I think a few of them are lying. I knew you were my brother when we were at the party, you know. I was going to ask you to dance for the ladies' choice but Kathy was too fast."

"How'd you recognize me? We haven't seen each other since you were seven," I said.

"Mom has recent pictures of you on the mantle. Haven't you noticed?' Sorelle said.

"Are you serious about the incest thing?" I asked, not knowing why I was asking.

Sorelle looked at me. She was clearly surprised by my question. I guess maybe she had been joking when she spoke about incest being the style now.

"That depends," Sorelle said.

"On what?" I stupidly asked.

"Kiss me, Mark," Sorelle said. Seeing my reaction, she said, "Mark, you're so uptight. Kissing is not incest. Brothers and sisters kiss all the time, even in church!"

I went to this sexy little devil of a sister, remembering how she looked underneath Hagrid as he fucked her brains out and I took her in my arms. I pulled her towards me and we kissed. As we kissed, she said, "Mmmmm," and she opened her mouth. I opened mine in return and I tentatively stuck my tongue in her mouth.

I was rewarded with her tongue making love to my tongue as she squirmed her body into mine, pressing her boobs tightly against my chest. Sorelle ran her hands through my hair; it was so erotic the way she did it! I pushed her body a few inches from mine and then caressed her boobs through her blouse. When the kiss ended I realized it had been the sexiest kiss I had ever experienced.

"We've been away too long. Mom will get curious. Let's go downstairs," Sorelle said. As she walked by me to leave my old bedroom, I lovingly stroked and then pinched her ass. She giggled in reply. She wiggled her hips seductively and then she bounced down the stairs, running right into Hagrid who was standing at the bottom with open arms. She kissed him enthusiastically.

Hagrid picked Sorelle up as if she weighed nothing at all, and she opened her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Gutsy, I thought, since she was wearing a tight skirt. She was now showing most of her legs, including her white thighs above her thigh high stockings. God, she was a sexy devil.

I stood halfway down the stairs shaking my head. I saw Jane smiling up at me. "You have quite a little sexpot for a sister," Jane said. "Even your mother is pretty. Your family is at the lucky end of the gene pool."

"Good news for our babies," I said.

Jane looked at me. It was the first time I had ever said anything like that. I had never referred to having children with her before. I'm sure she thought I was not serious in that way. I knew however she wanted to marry me and to give us two or three little bundles of joy.

"I love you, Mark," she said, and she kissed me. She pulled away. "I can smell Sorelle on you. Did you kiss her?" Seeing my expression, she said, "Jesus, Mark, you never cease to surprise me. Just how sexually depraved are you?"

"You have no idea," I said, using my best imitation of Jeremy Irons' voice.

"I love you for it, you know," Jane said. No wonder she was the girl for me. "Mitchell's a nice guy, but Sorelle's going to dump him. It's a shame. She likes him only for the sex, you know."

"How did you learn all that?" I asked. I was incredulous.

"You know me, Mark. People talk and I listen. Did you know Sorelle and Kathy from accounting are good friends? Kathy has the hots for you. You'd better watch yourself. Don't forget, lover: You belong to me," Jane said.

We got through Christmas dinner. The presents Jane bought for my Mom and sister were a hit. I got a new tie and a little gadget that kept my coffee warm on my desk. Mom gave Jane some turquoise Native American jewelry from New Mexico. I finally got to talk to Mitchell. He was a nice guy but not that smart. Sorelle could do better and she knew it. I took Sorelle's word for it though that the sex with Mitchell was great. She certainly seemed to be enjoying her fuck at the party when I voyeur peeped on the two of them.

As it got late I corralled Jane and we began to say our goodbyes. My mother pulled me aside. "I loved seeing you Mark. You've grown into such a handsome young man! Jane is a keeper; don't you screw that up."

I smiled at my Mom. That one evening had driven me close to suicide. I have trouble being around Mom. It'd be worse I imagine being around Dad. Next my sister asked for a kiss goodnight. Jane was right there, so she pulled me away a bit and gave me another of her kisses from heaven. It's from the sexy part of heaven. Then she said, sotto voce, "Five PM on Tuesday at Kathy's office. Don't forget, Mark."

Jane didn't hate me for my having dragged her to my Mom's house for Christmas. We had to go to her family's home for Boxer Day, anyway. Damn. I guess this meant we were serious, since we were meeting the families and all.

Tuesday, I went to Kathy's office. It was an amazingly nice office for someone in accounting. It was spacious and it even had a short day-bed couch in it. Kathy let me in and gave me a big kiss on the mouth. "Thanks for coming," Kathy said when the kiss ended. "I'll leave you and Sorelle alone."

"What? Where is Sorelle? Kathy, what's going on?" I asked.

Kathy smiled and patted the air, the universal gesture for someone to calm down. "All will be clear soon, Mark," she said. She left, leaving me alone in her office.

I had not realized there was a back door to her office. It was kind of well hidden. When a sexy siren walked in through the back door, however, I realized it quickly. "Sorelle!" I said in surprise.

"It's good to know my brother is observant," she said. "Look, I don't have much time. We need to meet. It's about Mom. Can you meet me at the Starbucks at Astor Place? 8AM tomorrow morning? I'll treat you to breakfast."

"Why didn't you just call me, text me, message me, email me, whatever? Why this cloak and dagger meeting using Kathy?" I asked.

"Mitchell is the suspicious type. He's an IT expert, and he watches every digital move I make," she said.

"I'm your brother, for Pete's sake! A brother and sister can meet without a boyfriend being suspicious, I should think," I said.

"Mitchell thinks we like each other," Sorelle said.

"Of course, we do! We're family," I said.

"I meant 'like' in a different way," she said, and as if to emphasize her point Sorelle gave me the sexiest kiss I had ever had. Well, it was tied with the previous time Sorelle had kissed me.

"Oh, that way," I said. "That's ridiculous," I said.

"And yet, you're hard," Sorelle said, giggling, and she grabbed my favorite organ through my pants as if to prove her point, even though her point had been painfully obvious to me. "And big, too. Yummy. Kathy's in for a treat."

"Kathy?" I asked. "What are you talking about?"

"There's a price for everything. I have to go. Wait here a few minutes after I've gone. I have to make sure Mitchell doesn't see me here! Remember: Starbucks tomorrow, 8AM," she said, and she left by the secret back door.

I stood there like an idiot for a few minutes and then Kathy returned to her office, smiling from ear to ear. My goodness the woman is pretty and sexy was the thought that flitted through my brain. Kathy stared at me beguilingly as she removed her blouse, revealing her nice and large, but not too large, boobs seemingly carelessly encased in a flimsy bra which she also quickly removed, freeing the lovelies. She walked towards me as she undressed her remaining clothes below her waist. I stood there like the dolt in shock that I was.

"Sorelle said she thinks you're big where it counts. Let's see if she's right, shall we?" Kathy said, as she dropped to her knees in front of me and unzipped my fly.

"Uh..." I said.

"Cat got your tongue? I've never seen you at a loss for words before, Mark. You're one of those rare men who can converse easily and fluently. Hmm, you seem to be ready for me. Shall we skip the oral preliminaries and proceed to the main event? Don't bother speaking if you agree," Kathy said, as she stood, my pants and briefs now at my ankles.

Kathy placed my hands on her boobs, told me to tweak her nipples please, and then she kissed me. Holy smokes, did Sorelle teach that woman how to give sexy kisses? I was so turned on it was ridiculous. She grabbed my cock and did something magical to it with her hand as we kissed. I thought of Jane. What were her words? Something like don't forget, I belong to her.

"Kathy, I belong to Jane," I said.

"Of course you do honey," Kathy replied. "That's obvious to everyone. This isn't happening. It's a hallucination."

Kathy took care of my arousal splendidly. She lay on her couch, which nestled her sweet body perfectly, and she spread her legs. She said, "Now, Mark. Now is the time. Do what I'm sure you do wonderfully, please."

Kathy wrapped her thin but strong thighs around me as she maneuvered me into place, and I just kind of automatically slipped inside her. Well, there's some sort of Geneva convention that once your cock is inside a woman, you've fucked her, even if any reasonable person would say that the fuck has hardly begun. So, I was committed. Well, if one is transgressing in some sense, it's silly not to do it right. I fucked her for all I was worth, and while I'm not a rich man, I was worth plenty right then!

Also, Kathy had so effectively seduced me that just then I desperately wanted to fuck the living daylights of that little sexpot tease of a woman! I forgot about my Jane, I forgot about my hopelessly sexy sister, I forgot about everyone and everything. I just lived for the moment and let me tell you, the moment was worth living for.

Kathy was not to be denied and believe me when I tell you, there was no way I could have denied her. No man could have resisted that woman just then. To resist her seduction would not be swimming against the tide, it would be swimming against a tsunami.

"You should go Mark. I have work to do. I can't have you lying on top of me on my couch as your penis deflates. This was fun, but you should go. By the way, if you ever want to try this again, you now know where my office is, don't you?" Kathy said. She smiled at me. "Feel free to drop by from time to time."

In that smile I was ready to take her again. Does the woman know how not to seduce? Or is she just in permanent seduction mode? I got dressed, however. My brain had recovered enough to override my libido. Just barely, it seemed.

Getting home, I wished I had taken a picture of Kathy naked, beckoning me to ravish her. I guess it was okay that I hadn't, though, because the image was burned into my brain. I ravished her again in my mind, with my right hand playing the role of Kathy. Wow. That woman is hot. I wondered how her husband handled her? They were going to get divorced. What kind of man would let a woman like her get away? I guess you never know what transpires between two people though, do you?

I was at Starbucks right at 8AM to meet my baby sister. She arrived at 8:10AM. We each had our favorite coffee concoctions, and I had a sweet roll, too. The issue with our Mom was not too serious. She was having issues dealing with the change of life period women go through at her age, as she was in her mid-fifties. Sorelle was a bit young to be dealing with such issues and wanted my help. Mom's hot flashes, for example, were driving Mom nuts.

I explained that, even though she was our Mom, I barely knew the woman. I was worried I was going to have to be more involved with her, but really Sorelle just wanted a shoulder to complain on. I explained our role (really my sister's role if I could swing it) was just to be sweet, understanding, and give her sympathy re the hot flashes and dealing with the aging process.

Oh yes. 'We' should also get Mom to see a doctor from time to time, especially a gynecologist!

After the mom conversation ended we got to talking about Sorelle's life and mine. Sorelle had problems with Mitchell, whom I insisted on calling Hagrid. He was jealous to a fault. While he was good, even great, in bed, he was not so great in other aspects a woman expects in a relationship.

"Do you give him cause to be jealous?" I asked.

"Do you mean do I sleep around? No, never," she said.

"Never ever?" I asked.

"Right. Never, ever, not even with Tom," Sorelle said, and clasped her hand over her mouth.

"Tell me about Tom," I said.

Sorelle blushed, but she told me. Tom had come after her at a party she went to with Hagrid, who had to leave the party to return to work due to an IT emergency. She had quite a bit to drink. Hagrid liked her drunk. Tom reaped the benefits of Hagrid's sustained effort to get Sorelle drunk. Tom was cute, courteous, full of flattery, and when he finally pulled her into him and kissed her, she kissed him back. I already knew how Sorelle kisses. Tom probably thought he had a major green light.

Tom then led her to a corner of the room where they kept on kissing. One thing led to another.

"How far did he get?" I asked.

"Pretty far," she said, and blushed.

"Did he get you undressed?" I asked.

She nodded. "Down to my panties," she said.

"Don't you mean your bra and panties?" she shook her head no, blushing furiously.

"In public? At a party? You were naked save for your panties?" I asked. I was hard at the thought. She nodded.

"It gets worse," Sorelle said.

"Pray tell," I said. I was so turned on by this admission of Sorelle it was getting painful.

Sorelle spoke so softly I could barely hear her. "I gave him a little blowjob, too. And before you ask the answer is yes, people saw me, dressed only in my panties, giving Tom a blowjob."

"Did Hagrid learn of your indiscretion?" I asked.

"Everybody learned. There were cell phone pictures of me half naked and blowing Tom," Sorelle said, and she began to cry. "I was never going to let him do it to me, you know, it was only a little blowjob, no big deal, right?"

"That depends on Hagrid. He might think it's a very big deal," I said.

"You got that right," Sorelle said.

"You humiliated him, Sorelle. Everyone knew you were his girl, and yet you let yourself get nearly naked and then blew a guy in public. You made Hagrid a laughing stock, and you looked like a tart," I said.

"Thanks for your understanding, Mark. You're a creep," Sorelle said.

"As long as I'm a creep, I'm going to ask a creepy question. What's a 'little blowjob?' What makes a blowjob 'little'?" I asked.

Sorelle had a sudden mood shift. "Do you really want to know?"

Now I was curious. The way Sorelle was looking at me promised lots of mischief. I raised a single eyebrow. Both Sorelle and I can do that. We did in fact get good genes, I guess.

"Take me to your place, Mark. Now," she said.

We took the subway, all the time with Sorelle smiling mischievously at me. She had something in mind, and I was getting nervous. Finally, we got to my place, I unlocked the door, and led her into my apartment. Remember, please, I'm a single man, so my apartment was not one that could easily be displayed in a photo shoot in a glossy magazine. It was not a bachelor pad designed for seduction. It was quite the opposite.

"Nice place, Bro," she said, looking the place over and assessing the slovenly nature of her brother. "It could do with a woman's touch."

"Yes, I guess it could," I said. "Sorelle what are you..." I had to stop because Sorelle was kissing me. They were once again her kisses from heaven!

After about three of those kisses, with me once again painfully hard, she said, "Now we are going to re-enact what Tom and I did. You have to play the role of Tom and kiss me while undressing me." Sorelle led me by the hand to a pile of pillows in the corner. We began to make out.

"You're not feeling me up and undressing me," Sorelle said.

"Sorelle, you're my sister!" I said.

"Do you want me? You're certainly turned on, Mark," she said.

"You are gorgeous Sorelle, and sexy as hell, and if you were not my sister I'd have you naked by now, I'm sure, but you are..." and I had to stop because Sorelle was kissing me again. She took my hands and put them on her breasts as we kissed. She broke the kiss and lifted her blouse up and off, and then clad in a bra she resumed kissing me.

Sorelle guided my hands to her back and the clasp on her bra. I don't know how many girls' bras I had unclasped in my life, but however many it was, just then I added one more to the total. When I saw Sorelle's naked boobs I almost lost it. How could two spheres of perfectly smooth and soft flesh, topped with long erect nipples set off by areolas of a heavenly shade of dark pink, be so earth shattering gorgeous?

I had no choice. Believe me when I say I had no choice. I had to reach out and fondle her boobs, paying particular attention to those long, hard, erect, and beckoning nipples. As I savored the touch of her boobs and nipples, Sorelle resumed kissing me, and somehow, she did the impossible. She actually raised the sexual temperature of her kisses. My cock was now getting desperate to escape its confines, it was so hard!

Sorelle pulled me to a standing position and removed my pants and briefs, and I unzipped her skirt and pushed it down. She stepped out of it. I stood back, my erect cock sticking out, and I tried to burn into my memory the sight of my almost naked sister, a near perfect specimen of a woman, standing there in front of me, ready, willing, and eager.

Ready, willing, and eager? What was I thinking? This was not some slut I had picked up at Starbucks and taken home for a morning roll in the hay! This was my sister!

Sorelle pulled me back down onto the pillows and we resumed kissing and my hands went all over her body. My hands seemed to have a mind of their own and after a while one hand went underneath her panties, verifying that my sister was good and wet.

Sorelle broke the kiss when I began fingering her. She let me finger her for around a good solid minute, before she said in a breathy voice, "This was the moment I began Tom's blowjob. He was beginning to finger me, too."

With that she bent over me and kissed my cock, ran her tongue around its head, and then took just a little bit of my cock in her mouth. Her position was such that it became awkward to keep fingering her, so I just relaxed and let the blowjob continue.

Sorelle's mouth caressed and enveloped my balls, and she hummed while she did it, driving me insane with lust. She next licked the sides of my cock the way a child licks a lollipop, and then she took my manhood into her mouth and began to suck. She bobbed her head up and down on my cock, simulating a real fuck.She stopped and said, "Your precum is salty, Mark," she said. "That's a good sign."

I had no idea what she meant, but my cock went back into her mouth, the head bobbing continued, and I groaned with pleasure. All of a sudden, she stopped.

"You see, Mark? That's a little blowjob. Do you want me to continue until you blow your load? Do you want to blow your load on my boobs, or in my mouth? Would you like to see me swallow, too?"

I just looked at her. Sorelle slipped her panties down and off, and I got to see her pussy. "Or would you like to see if you can fuck me as well as Mitchell does, or should I call him Hagrid as you prefer?"

Sorelle rose, took my hand and pulled me up too, and then she led me to my own bedroom. "Didn't Dad teach you to make your bed?" she said, as she jumped onto the bed.

"Hagrid likes to be on top. He likes my legs in the air. You saw us going at it back at the party, didn't you? Kathy says you were the guy who opened the door and watched us making love. I'll bet you didn't know it turned me on something fierce to have someone watching us do it. It also turned me on to have the whole party watch me, half naked, give Tom a blowjob. There's something wrong with me, isn't there?" my little naked sister said, her blue innocent eyes looking up at me in all innocence while asking me anything but innocent questions.

"When Kathy told me it was you who was watching us, do you know what happened? Do you? Do you?" Sorelle asked.

"No, tell me," I said.

"I had an orgasm! Just from hearing that it was you, my very own brother, watching Hagrid fuck me, I had an orgasm! I didn't even touch myself! I couldn't believe it. How messed up is that?"

"It's fairly messed up," I said, as I watched Sorelle lying on the bed, languorously fingering herself as she spoke. I belatedly realized I was stroking myself as I watched Sorelle masturbate.

"I'd love to watch you cum, Mark," Sorelle said. Her fingers were going faster and faster as she picked up her pace, finger-fucking herself with one hand, the other one friggin' her clit.

"Shoot all over me, okay? You know you want to. You have a lovely cock, you know that? Yeah, stroke it just like that. Stroke it faster, harder, good boy, keep it up, keep it up, keep going for your baby sister and Yes!!" Sorelle said, as I shot my load all over her luscious torso.

I joined her on the bed. I spread her legs and kissed her pussy. I got my head between her legs and I began slowly to lap around the edges of her vagina, paying close attention to the tender folds of the circumference. My hands went up to her two tits and I lovingly caressed the soft, smooth, supple flesh of her boobs. I began to lick up and down her vagina, taking care not to touch her clitoris.

As I made love to my sister's pussy with my tongue I stuck a finger inside her. She gasped. I continued licking, now letting my licks include her clitoris. I tweaked her nipples. Sorelle began to moan. I love it when a woman moans. I wished Jane moaned more.

Oh my God, Jane! What am I doing?? First Kathy and now my own sister? What kind of jerk of a man am I? How could I do this when I loved Jane?

"What wrong, Mark?" Sorelle softly said. Amazingly she then said, "Are you thinking of Jane? Does she taste like me? Are you wondering how you could lay Kathy and now me when you love Jane? The answer's simple. Since you are a guy, it's always the same. You're having commitment panic. Don't worry. It will pass. I'm glad you are, Mark, because I need you inside me. It's not that I want you to fuck me. It's that I need you to fuck me."

The way my sister said 'need' was compelling. I had recovered my erection and it was as big and as hard as it had ever been and was ever going to get. I slid up her body and effortlessly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, slipped it in. I almost lost it right then. No woman's pussy had ever felt the way Sorelle's felt. She was the incarnation of wet velvet. Her cunt grabbed my cock and pulsated around it. She was tight but welcoming. I never knew sex could be this good.

As I began to pump, Sorelle met my every thrust. We fucked like that for a couple of minutes, and then the moaning began. I've been around the block. Most girls and women do not moan, and those who do, moan softly. Sorelle was a loud moaner! I loved it! I pushed her legs into the air just like Hagrid does, giving me a better angle, and Sorelle rewarded me with even louder moans.

I began to pump harder, with more ferocity, more energy, and Sorelle stopped moaning long enough to say "Yes, oh God yes, fuck me just like that Mark! Give it to me, brother! Yes, yes, Yes!!" I guessed she had cum, because her whole body kind of relaxed and became buttery, and she made happy little whimpering sounds as I continued to pound her.

I should have warned her. I last a long time after the first time I've cum. I mean really long. Too long. Sometimes I last 30 or 45 minutes. I took pity on Sorelle and I finally blew my load after fucking her for another good twenty minutes. When I finally finished squirting, I fell on top of her and heard her groan, then say, as if to herself, "I love you, Mark."

"I love you too, Sorelle," I said.

"As a sister, or as a lover?" Sorelle asked.

"As both," I said.

"Kathy was right," Sorelle said. "You're good in bed. How are you in Central Park?"

"What?"

"Could you give me a good fuck in Central Park, or would be you be too uptight?" she asked.

"It's around 30 degrees outside!" I said.

"We'll keep each other warm," she said.

I looked at her. I saw it in her face. "You want this, don't you?" I asked. "You want to fuck in Central Park?"

"Mark, I've wanted it since I was 14 and saw two dogs doing it in Central Park. So far, no man has been willing to do me in Central Park. I told Tom I would fuck him but only in the park. That went nowhere. Lots of men in college wanted to lay me, but the Central Park requirement stopped them all cold.

That's how I stayed a virgin. Until Hagrid, that is. I decided to stop that requirement due to my curiosity about sex. Alas though, even Hagrid is too wimpy to do me there. Hagrid, by the way, is my first. You're my second. So, what about it, Mark?"

"I'll do anything for you, Sorelle, even that," I said. Sorelle did not know it, but the idea of public sex and the risk of discovery turned me on. "Don't tell Kathy," I said.

"Oh, I'm afraid you don't understand. Kathy wants to come along. She'll take pictures of us doing it in the park. It'll be great, you'll see. Hey, do you think with some Viagra you could do us both in the park?"

"What about Hagrid?" I asked.

"He's toast. Yesterday's news. He's probably crying in his office coffee even as we lie here naked in each other's arms. Hey, is he stirring? Ooh, you up for another round?"

"What about Jane?" I asked.

"Oh, my goodness! Kathy, Jane and me? You've got that in you? Well, if Jane is willing, sure, why not?"

"That's not what I meant!" I said. "Jane and I are almost engaged."

"Well then, you'd better fuck me again quick, before you and she do get engaged. Say, do you want me to help you to choose a ring for her? If you do, I'll let you deflower my ass. What do you say?"

What could I say? I was helpless in front of my sister. I was wrapped around her little finger and her mouth was wrapped around my cock, which was once again erect.

"I didn't know you could deep throat," I said.

"Neither did I," she said. "Live and learn, right? You truly have a yummy cock. I can't decide; shall I give you a big blowjob, or shall we fuck again? Gentlemen's choice."

"I'm not a gentleman." I replied.

Sorelle giggled. "Well then, do you like rear entry? Kathy says it's a lot of fun. Hagrid never did it, and it might be fun to try it out, don't you think?"

I had my hands full with my sister.

I ended up calling in sick to work. Sorelle helped me clean my apartment. We took a shower together, got dressed, and went out to lunch, gazing into each other's eyes. If only she weren't my sister!

"Here's what I propose," Sorelle said. "We love each other. I know we always will. But we're siblings. You go back to Jane. I'll find someone. You've helped me to realize Hagrid not's the one for me, and now I have a better idea what kind of man I want. It may take a few years, and I'll have a lot of fun trying out different men I'm sure, but I'll find someone. Then we'll both have our life partners."

"But..." I began. Sorelle held up her hand. She was not done.

"I absolutely insist we continue to have illicit, dirty, nasty little affairs for the rest of our lives. You have no choice, Mark. I can seduce you at any time, any place, any circumstances, and you know it. Now return to Jane. You're to meet me at Columbus Circle at 10am next Tuesday. Kathy knows a good spot in Central Park and she'll take us there. I can't wait!"

Kathy did indeed know a good spot. I was wise to have taken the Viagra. Sorelle helped me choose an engagement ring for Jane, and I rewarded her for her efforts by taking her in her ass, as she requested. Her ass was a perfect bubble butt, and deflowering it was astonishing. We showered and then made love the old-fashioned way.

I left the arms of my sister, my lover, and went out for a hot chocolate laced with CBD (Cannabidiol: C21H30O2), which you can now get in New York. It mellowed me out just enough to go to Jane's place. I took her to a wonderfully romantic dinner and all bundled up against the cold, we walked along the high line park on the west side.

Even thought it was cold, and was late in the evening, there were nevertheless people still on the high line, but I found a bench and when nobody was close by, I got on my knees and asked Jane to marry me, producing the box with the ring Sorelle and I had chosen for her.

"You're fucking your sister and yet you have gall to ask me to marry you?" Jane replied.

Not knowing what to do, or how Jane knew Sorelle and I were intimate, I decided honesty might be best. "Yes," I said.

Jane looked at me. I saw a thousand emotions flash across her eyes, not all of them nice. She said, "If you ever give me an STD we're getting a divorce. Accept that, and yes, I'll marry you."

We kissed. We hugged. We kissed again. Jane slipped on the ring and she gave me a kiss that even topped those of Sorelle. I could not wait to get her inside and to ravish her.

"I have a nice house picked out on the North Shore of Long Island. The schools are good. Do you want three children, or four?" Jane asked.

"Let's start tonight," I replied.

Jane looked at me. Tears welled in her eyes. Jane gave me a kiss that topped all kisses, ever. I caressed her ass as we kissed, and she moaned, right there on the high line park. I slipped my hand under her skirt as we continued the kiss and then down her tights, under her panties, and I caressed her fabulous bare ass.

"Can you wait until we get to my place?" Jane asked.

"Maybe. Can you?" I replied.

"There's a hotel close by," she said, and pointed northeast.

"I guess that's better than doing it here," I said.

Jane looked at me as if I had said something incomprehensible. Then she smiled.

"Yes, it's better. But only a little. Come on, let's go see if fortune wants me to get knocked up tonight, shall we? You know, orgasms help a girl get pregnant," she said.

"That shouldn't be a problem, you little wench. Aren't you though on the pill?" I asked.

"Sorelle told me about the ring she helped you choose for me. Your sister is a doll, by the way. When she told me that, I went off the pill. Come on, Mark, let's go. Time's a wastin'," Jane said.

I was hard. I was ready. As I found out ten minutes later, Jane was good and wet, too. It was going to be fun, knocking her up. I hoped it took a long time!