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 Title: When in Rome...  Pt.  01


Summary: I get a promotion in Italy, and my sister gets promoted too.


Keywords: inc,fic,brother,sister,big tits,hot





   "Yo, big bro...  How'd you like to go out for breakf..." she began,
opening the door suddenly.  "Oh shit!  I'm so sorry!"

   The luscious little brunette with the improbably large boobs, who had
been giving herself a serious fucking on my dick, rolled off me, squealing
in protest.  She hid her nudity behind the sheets, peeking around the edge.
We'd been especially energetic, if not boisterous, this morning, resulting
in us being twisted around on the bed, on top of the covers.  While my
buxom partner had managed to keep her exposure time to a minimum, I was
trapped, naked as the day I was born, struggling to find something to cover
myself with.  My erection bobbed with my movements, standing straight up,
and glistening with a freshly applied coating of pussy juice, thanks to my
bedmate's damp, excited vagina.

   Carolyn tried to close the door, but she'd lost her grip on the doorknob
when she burst in on us, surprising herself as much as anyone.  Now she was
searching blindly for the handle, having initially been unable to look away
from my naked shaft, finally just closing her eyes and muttering "Shit! 
Shit!  Shit!  I'm sorry!" as she groped around.  She found the lever at
last, and beat a hasty retreat, pulling the door shut while repeating the
same apologetic mantra.

   Perhaps I should explain how I ended up in this predicament.

   *****

   I'm David.  Nice to meet you.  I was six when my sister Carolyn was
born. I immediately nicknamed her Ro, mostly because Carolyn was too much
work, but also because she was small, and cute, so I gave her a small, cute
name.

   The age difference that made her cute and cuddly when I was younger,
made her a big pain in the ass when I grew up a bit.  Nothing gets in the
way of trying to steal your first kiss from a girl quite like a little
sister sticking her nose in.  She was like a shadow, always the most
obvious when things looked brightest.

   By the time I was eighteen, she had perfected her craft.  Every time I
tried to make my move on a would-be girlfriend, she'd appear out of the
ether, and scuttle my plans to lose my virginity.  Some of my potential
conquests found it funny, a viewpoint I didn't share.

   Thank God for college, where I was away from her and my family for
months at a time.  I finally scored, with a willowy blonde coed from one of
my classes.  A few girlfriends later, I thought I found 'the one', and
proposed.

   We were married.  I was twenty-one, and my fifteen year old sister spent
most of the wedding reception with her arms crossed, giving me, and
especially my new bride, Kate, a look that left no doubt about her
disapproval.

   Carolyn had always been a bit chubby, but she seemed to really balloon a
bit in her teens.  Mom carried a few extra pounds, too, so I suppose Ro
came by it honestly, but she surpassed Mom by quite a margin.  I don't know
how much she actually weighed, but it had to be a bit north of two hundred.
It's a good thing she was relatively tall, or she would have been very
round.  I want you to know that I love my sister.  I'm just being honest,
and objective.

   After graduation, we relocated for an excellent career opportunity that
presented itself to me.  I was being groomed for upward mobility within the
international company, but it meant that I didn't see my family for very
long stretches of time, occasionally years.  On a few instances, while I
was able to visit my parents, my arrival was during times when Ro was away
at school.

   As the years passed, it turned out that perhaps my sister's opinion of
my wife was prophetically correct.  While the company was grooming me, a
few of the more senior executives were grooming her, for mobility of a more
horizontal nature.  She became the favourite plaything of a couple of the
bastards.  I had no idea, until one of the secretaries took pity on me and
spilled the beans.

   The scandal cost me one wife, but to my great relief, the company backed
me, doing what was right, and relieving the two most unrepentant
'gentlemen' of their jobs, and their pensions as well.  They had always
valued the family, having started as a family business, and they had little
patience for such philandering.

   In a perfect world, or in Hollywood, I would have been offered one of
their vacated positions, and found a new spouse that put my old one to
shame.  Real life...  Not so much, but I did get the job of the guy, that
got the job of the guy, that got the job of one of the fired guys.  No luck
on the spouse.

   It's likely that the unfairness of that past situation also played a
part in them offering me a position abroad.  I said it was an international
company, and I meant it.  The office in Rome suddenly had an opening, and
despite the fact that I didn't speak a lick of the language, I was tapped
for the spot.  Most of the business was conducted in English, anyway, and I
would have no shortage of help with the few circumstances that required the
native language.  Perhaps it also helped that I was single, as the company
liked to keep families together, and usually compensated relocated spouses,
and even children, for international moves.  Whatever their logic, I was
headed for Rome!

   ***

   A quick search on the Internet will tell you that the 'average' male
stands about 5 foot 9, weighs about 175 pounds, wears a size 9 shoe, and
packs about 5.5 inches of dick between his legs.  Well, that's average,
that's not me.

   This may come as a surprise to some men who try to dispute the fact, but
bigger guys are often bigger...  everywhere.  They're taller, weigh more,
wear bigger shoes, and have bigger dicks.  If you think about for just a
second without personal bias, it makes logical sense.  Sorry for bursting
your bubble, average guys.

   I mention this because, apparently, Italian girls have figured it out
already, and many of them were eager to see if the theory held true for me.
At 6 foot 6,, 230 pounds, with a size 13 foot, I stood out among the local
men, and the comment I heard most from the women I bedded was "E 'cos"
grande!" 'Grande', as in your larger cup of coffee.  Enough said?  Good.

   It didn't take too long for a few of the girls at the new office to make
themselves available.  Italian women are world famous for their dark,
sultry looks and abundant curves...  think Sophia Loren, Claudia Cardinale,
or Gina Lollobrigida...  which put me in heaven, potential partner wise.  I
nearly gave myself whiplash several times while trying to take in the local
beauties.

   One night, I was partaking in one of those exotic lovelies, a lithe
little brunette named Alessandra.  We had been rolling about in sweaty,
sexual bliss for about an hour, with my Italian sweetie tutoring me in what
'fuck me harder' and 'lick my pussy', or their Italian equivalents, sounded
like.  We were both catching our breath, preparing for a resumption of the
festivities, when my phone rang.  Something told me to answer it.

   "David, is that you?" the voice asked.

   "Yes...  Carolyn?" I guessed, correctly.

   "I guess I haven't been forgotten, after all.  Care to get together? 
I'm in town," she asked.

   "Ro, I'm way out of town," I replied, figuring she thought I was at my
last known office.

   "Duh...  I know that, you're in Rome.  You've been there for seven
months.  Find any good pizza joints?" she laughed.

   "How'd you know that?" I asked, confused.

   "I called your company, they filled in the blanks," she answered.  "So
are you going to meet me for dinner, or what?"

   "You're in Rome, too?" I wondered.

   "No, I expect you to fly back to Norfolk...  Of course I'm in Rome, you
dolt!" she giggled.  "I sense some reluctance...  did I catch you at a bad
time?

   "Um, yeah, you could say that," I chuckled.  Alessandra was getting
impatient, and had one of her delicate little hands wrapped around my cock,
stroking it gently.

   "What's her name?" Ro sighed, then continued with a lusty giggle, "and
what's she doing right now?  Wait!  Don't tell me...  Don't tell me!  I
don't need those mental images bouncing around in my head.  Let's just say
we have dinner tomorrow night, okay?"

   "You got a deal!" I groaned.  Alessandra was being exceptionally cruel
by now, sucking my cock as a distraction.

   We quickly discussed the time and location details, which I'm very glad
were basic and simple to understand.  I don't think my brain could have
handled anything complicated, with a sexy Italian enthusiastically slurping
my dick while I listened.

   "Okay, you may now return to your previous deviant behaviour.  See you
tomorrow," she laughed, and the line went silent.

   "Vieni cazzo la mia figa, tesoro mio," Alessandra moaned, laying back
and spreading her legs invitingly.  No translation necessary.

   ***

   I followed a local into the hotel bar, doing a quick once over as I
entered the room.  Mostly empty, other than maybe a half dozen denizens. 
One woman at the bar, and two waitresses, but no sign of my sister yet. 
She'd be easy to spot, I thought, despite the fact we hadn't seen each
other in years.  Just look for the pleasantly plump blonde.

   The clock ticked on, and still no Carolyn.  The woman at the bar was
getting a lot of attention from the other customers, and I was watching as
well.  She had deep, lustrous, wavy red hair that reached about the middle
of her back.  Her hair and her ass were pretty much all I could see, but it
was all good.

   I waited.  The redhead politely declined yet another drink, and checked
her watch.  Another guy approached her, standing beside her and dropping
his hand on her ass.

   "Toglimi le mani di dosso, cazzo!" she growled, and turned her head to
glare at him.

   "What the fuck?" I gasped.  That voice...  That profile...  That's my
sister!  Or at least, it's part of my sister, and a small part, at that!

   Carolyn's latest fan had beat a hasty retreat, and I walked up behind
her.

   "Hey gorgeous," I said gruffly, hoping she wouldn't recognize my voice.

   "Fuck off, will you!" she sighed, turning to face her new tormentor. 
"Do you guys never learn?" Her eyes rose up my chest, finally reaching my
face, when they flew open wide.

   "David!" she shrieked, and leapt into my arms.

   "Ro!" I laughed.  "I didn't recognize you!  When does the rest of you
get here?" Okay, that might sound mean, but I hoped she'd know I was
joking.

   "Thursday," she deadpanned, "got held up in Customs.  Fucking
bureaucracy!" Her smile lit up the room.  "You like?" she asked, twirling
in front of me.

   "What's not to like?  You're gorgeous!" I replied.

   I wasn't kidding about that.  The last time I saw her, she was pretty,
in a chubby cherub kind of way, but wouldn't have had them standing in the
aisles.  I'd just seen her get hit on by no less than five strangers in a
ten minute span, easily eighty percent of the male population of the bar.
She was now a full-on hottie, with the whole package ; beautiful hair,
great legs, a sexy ass, pretty face...  and a pair of tits that were
threatening to burst out of her top!  When she hugged me again, I could
feel those full, firm melons pressing deliciously into me.  Not only did
she no longer look like the little sister I grew up with, she didn't feel
like her either.  She held on to me for a long time, as though making up
for the seven years that had passed since we had last seen each other.  I
have to admit, she felt pretty good to me, too.

   We walked arm-in-arm out of the bar, heading for the restaurant area.  I
got several looks from the guys who had been rebuffed by Ro.  Some
expressed envy, others were apologetic, assuming she was my girlfriend.

   We were seated quickly.  The restaurant was nicely decorated.  I guess
it was technically more of a pub style, but in Italy, even the casual
dining was done with old-world class and style.  I helped Ro into her seat,
and sat across from her.  Finally, I had a chance to really look at her. 
With her new red hair, she was stunning.  Losing the weight had brought her
bone structure into play, and gave her more of the high, wide cheekbone
look that is so popular with fashion photographers.  Her dark brown eyes
went better with the new hair colour too.  She let me gawk at her for a
while, then spoke.

   "Okay, get it over with...  I know you have questions.  Ask," she said
with a wave.  She folded her arms, squishing her boobs together and up, a
move that didn't go unnoticed by me.  It temporarily derailed my thoughts,
just long enough for Ro to see my eyeline.  "I'm up here," she giggled.  If
she had been wearing anything revealing, I'd have had no chance.  Her chest
was entrancing enough, fully covered as it was.

   "Right," I sighed.  "Sorry.  So, what are you doing in Rome?  Are you
following me again, Shadow?" I gave her a mischievous smile.

   "Damn!  You figured me out!" she laughed.  "Sorry, Bro...  I Love you,
but I'm not going to follow you halfway around the world just to interrupt
your love life.  I'm just on vacation.  I am sorry I called at a bad time
yesterday.  I trust you managed to find your place again after we hung up?"
She grinned.

   Actually yes, I thought, remembering how Alessandra had lovingly guided
my dick back into her pussy.  She was a very enjoyable fuck, her energy and
passion more than adequately making up for her smallish breasts.  I found
himself staring at my sister's boobs again.

   "Also, I'm sorry for the way things happened with Kate," she whispered,
touching my hand.  I felt the pangs associated with that name.  They
happened every time I thought of her, but thankfully, the effect was now
quickly swept aside.  Time really does heal all wounds.

   "Water under the bridge," I replied, forcing a smile.  "You know, you
could have told me I was screwing up when I married her."

   "Huh?" she asked.

   "I remember the look you were giving us during the wedding.  You knew
something was wrong, and you were right," I explained.

   "Oh, that," she whispered, suppressing a smile.  "I'm not psychic.  I
didn't have any inside information, or premonitions.  I was just jealous.
She was stealing my big brother.  I would have given that look to June
Cleaver," she said quietly, referring to the ultra-committed, totally
faithful housewife from the TV show 'Leave it to Beaver' in the fifties. 
Re-runs are immortal.

   "I can't get over how good you look," I said.  "How...  Um..."

   "What happened to the rest of me?" she giggled coyly.  I nodded,
grateful to have been let off the hook.  "Well, I got sick and tired of
being nineteen and fat.  One of my roommates at college was working on her
thesis in nutrition, and I volunteered to be her guinea pig.  The short
version is that we decreased my intake very gradually, while increasing
exercise at the same pace.  She thought the body would find its own sweet
spot, balancing everything, and she was right.  It took three years, but
seventy-nine pounds just disappeared, and I've maintained it for three more
years," she finished, with a flourish of her hands.

   "That's great, Ro!  I'm happy for you!" I said, meaning every word.

   "I'm not quite finished.  There were casualties," she laughed, looking
down at her chest.  "Boobs are mostly fat, so I ended up not having any. 
Just the wrappers.  I finally decided to have them restored to their former
glory, and then some," she smiled, shaking her shoulders.  Her big tits did
their little jiggling, swinging dance on her chest.  "Do they work?"

   "Oh fuck yeah!" I moaned.  I can't help it...  I have a weakness for big
tits...  bazooms...  knockers...  hooters.  The fact that these ones were
my sister's did nothing to lessen my appreciation of their beautiful, full,
rounded form.

   "Grazie, pervertito!" she smiled.  The 'grazie' I understood, but I
didn't like the sound of 'pervert-whatever'.  I think I'd just been
insulted.  It also brought up another question.

   "So what's with the sudden Italian interest?  Why Rome now?"

   "Well, I won't pretend that seeing my Big Brother after so many years
didn't play a role, but I did want to see Rome.  Call it 'two birds with
one trip'," she laughed.

   We spent another hour or so catching up.  I really missed her.  Even as
a kid, she was always fun.  I had another question.

   "Ro, how long are you here?" I asked.

   "Almost four more weeks," she chirped.  "I won't be here, in Rome, the
whole time, but I'm using it as my home base."

   "Great!" I smiled.  "Pack your shit, you're living with me!"

   "What?  No!  I didn't come here to leech off you!" she shook her head.
"Besides, based on last night, I'd say you need your privacy."

   "My apartment has three bedrooms.  I'm using one as an office, and one
for me.  That leaves one empty, and paid for.  Actually, paid for by the
company.  It's their apartment, technically, but my home.  As far as
privacy goes, the doors work," I said, explaining my thoughts.  "Really,
I'd love to have you around."

   "I don't know...  Are you sure?" she asked, biting her lip.

   "Positive," I said firmly.

   "Okay, roomie...  You got it!" She shook my hand energetically,
simultaneously shaking her breasts at me.  My eyes followed, yet again.

   Damn, she really did look great, but she was my sister, so I tried to
keep my lecherous thoughts in check.

   The 'move' went flawlessly.  My sister had actually packed pretty light,
but admitted that she was planning on taking more home with her than she
brought.

   Ro settled in, I gave her a key, and she did her thing, seeing the
sights around the Eternal City.  I tagged along on the weekend, as I hadn't
seen much of the city either.  She told me that my presence also cut back
on the number of unwanted advances she had to deal with.

   *****

   You're pretty much caught up, now.  It was on our second weekend
together that she walked in on Isabella and I, catching us in the act.

   It was my fault.  Ro had been in bed already, her door closed, and I had
been distracted by Isabella's tits, anxious to get my hands on them.  I had
not followed our agreed upon procedure, and I'd left the door unlocked.

   I grabbed my underwear from wherever they had been thrown by Isabella,
tugged them on, and chased after my sister.

   "Shit, I'm sorry!" Ro was still saying.

   "It's okay, Sis...  My fault, my fault," I said, trying to catch up to
her.  She was pacing back and forth.  I cornered her.  "Ro, relax.  It was
my fault," I repeated, taking her shoulders in my hands, forcing her to
look at me.

   She was dressed, but showing a fair bit more cleavage than I'd been
presented with before.  It took all my strength not to stare at the sexy
crease that peeked out of her neckline.  She finally smiled, nodded and
hugged me.

   "I'm okay," she whispered.  She was still nestled in my arms when
Tornado Isabella blew into the room, wrapped in a sheet that draped her
body like a classical statue of a Michaelangelo goddess

   "Chi cazzo sei tu, puttana?  Cosa stai facendo qui?  Esci!  Prendi il
cazzo!" Isabella chattered excitedly, gesturing wildly as was the custom in
this part of the world.  She was focused on Carolyn, venting her anger and
embarrassment with gesticulations that had her struggling to keep the sheet
she had commandeered as clothing in place.  I was kind of enjoying the
floor show, even though I wasn't catching most of her comments.  My Italian
language skills, non-existent when I had arrived in Rome, had not
progressed very far, especially at the pace Isabella was using.  She turned
her ire on me.

   "Chi è questa cagna?  Quante donne si sta nascondendo da me, bastardo?!"
she spat.  I got the last bit of the sentence.  'Bastardo' didn't really
need translating.

   Carolyn got it too, along with the rest of the babbled insults.  I had
no idea my sister spoke Italian that well.

   "Zitto, puttana!  Non osare parlare con mio fratello in quel modo, o ti
calci in culo!" Ro cursed.

   Ah, I thought.  Fratello is brother, but I don't think puttana is
complimentary.  The B word.

   "Fratello?  Lei è la sorella?" Isabella stammered.

   "S"," Carolyn replied.

   "Mi scusi.  Mi dispiace," the Italian beauty apologized.

   "Diciamo che dispiace anche a lui, per favore," my sister demanded.  Now
calmed down, Isabella regained her command of English.

   "I'm sorry, David.  I was upset, please forgive my insults," she
whispered.  She nodded to Ro, and disappeared back into the bedroom.

   "Jeez, Sis...  Redhead, lost weight, boob job...  Now you suddenly speak
Italian, too.  Do you have any more surprises for me?" I laughed, looking
into her deep, brown eyes.  They twinkled back.

   "Maybe, but I'm not going to let the cat out of the bag.  They'd hardly
be surprises if I did," she giggled.

   Isabella returned, attired again in the sexy little dress that I had so
quickly removed on our arrival last night.  She perched on her high heels,
adjusting her boobs in the confines of her bra, checking herself in the
mirror.  She was obviously doing it in front of Ro for a reason, flexing
her sexual muscle.  She walked over, stretched up on tiptoes, and pecked me
on the lips.

   "I'll see you at work on Monday," she said in her throaty, smoky voice,
wiggling her ass as she left and her fingers in the air.  "Ciao." The door
closed behind her.

   "See you at work on Monday?" Ro queried.  "Really?"

   "Um yeah, well...  She's kind of my, um, secretary," I replied
contritely.

   "David!  You jackass!  Talk about a recipe for disaster!" she gasped. 
"I know it's Italy, but even here that's got to be frowned upon."

   "Yeah, it is...  But did you see the rack on her?" I laughed, hoping to
get control of the situation with humour.  It worked, sort of.

   "Whatever," she snickered, waving her hand, "Mine's bigger!" She smiled.
"Are we comfortable with underwear only around the house, now, or what?"
She glanced down at my crotch, still covered only by my jockeys, while she
was fully dressed.

   "Oops!  Sorry!" I groaned, dashing off to the bedroom for more
appropriate clothing.  I returned a few minutes later, to find Ro in the
kitchen, drinking a coffee.

   "I know you said it's your fault, but I'm still sorry I interrupted your
morning delight," she smiled.  "I saw you naked!" she giggled, sing-song
style, like a kid.  "I saw your woody!" she sang as a second verse.

   "Okay, Ro...  don't remind me.  You were saying something about going
out for breakfast, I believe, when you so rudely interrupted my fun," I
said quietly.  "Shall we?"

   We did, soon finding a table at a small local ristorante, for a
delicious breakfast, or colazione in the parlance of the region.  I was
enjoying my sister's company greatly, but she was making me crazy.  I don't
know if she was aware of the luscious display she was giving me, but that
beautiful cleavage was there to be ogled, and she made it easier by resting
those big boobs of hers on the table edge.  The fully rounded curves
disappeared into the intriguing shadowy depths between her breasts, and I
found myself wondering if its embrace was as soft as it appeared.

   Done with breakfast, we did a slow wander of the neighbourhood.  Carolyn
was a fan of old architecture, which pretty much described the entire
inventory of Rome's buildings.  We walked without a plan, and soon found
ourselves a long way from home, and totally unprepared for the change in
the weather that suddenly darkened the sky.  There was very little warning,
just a few huge, heavy drops falling loudly on the cobblestones.

   The skies opened up, and we were caught in the middle of a long block of
old apartments.  No awnings or storefronts to shelter in, it likely
wouldn't have made much difference anyway, as we were soaked in seconds. 
Before my eyes, Ro's t-shirt virtually disappeared, along with the coverage
of her bra, as the white fabric of both layers reached saturation.  Her
large, dark areolas showed clearly, Her hair, a drenched, bedraggled mess,
combined with her transparent shirt to give her the appearance of a very
sexy drowned rat.

   The deluge continued, and we finally found a doorway deep enough to take
partial refuge in.  I put Ro deep into the corner of the shallow alcove,
and shielded her by turning my back to the pelting rain.  It was all very
romantic, the damsel in distress being protected by the gallant sacrifice
of her suitor, except that Ro was my little sister, and despite physical
evidence to the contrary, I still tended to think of her that way.

   She really was beautiful, cuddling against my chest, shivering, with
drops of rain clinging to her long eyelashes.  The rain started to make me
shiver as well, and she wrapped her arms tighter around me, pressing her
boobs hard into me, a sensation I couldn't ignore, no matter how much I
wanted to.  Things started to get crowded in my pants, and I hoped the cold
had made her numb, so she wouldn't feel my cock growing against her tummy.
At last the rain began to abate, and finally stopped entirely, almost as
fast as it had started.  The sun peeked out, and the storm was over.

   I held Ro for a few minutes more, but she was the one who stated the
obvious.

   "We need to get home, and get out of these wet clothes," she laughed. 
"Avert your eyes, big brother.  I feel naked." She pulled the shirt away
from her chest, which hid her nipples, but it was too tight to stay that
way, snapping back when she released it.  She folded her arms in front,
shrugged, and we started back as quickly as we could.

   The walk home took about an hour, during which the sun took the chill
off our bodies, and restored a certain amount of opacity to Ro's clothes. I
couldn't help noticing that her nipples were still standing up.  It had to
be the cold, right?

   ***

   We finally made it home.  The late emergence of the sun had dried our
clothes slightly, but we both made bee-lines for our rooms to change into
something dry.  After a full day of sightseeing.  I was pooped, but Ro was
still quite jacked up, so I suggested a little TV.

   I know that we sometimes call TV 'the boob tube' but in Italy, it's
literally true.  It's not that unusual to see some woman flashing her
breasts on the news, and that's just the anchors, I was watching just such
a newscast when Ro came back into the living room.  She looked at the
screen, where the weather girl was a hairs breadth away from displaying her
own mountainous peaks as she reported on the weather front coming in over
the Alps.

   "Wow!" she laughed.  "Is this the weather network, or a porn channel?" I
looked up at her.  We had agreed on a dress code for around the apartment,
that made wandering around in underwear a no go.  What she was wearing
covered more than her undies, but was more revealing.  She wore a tight,
white crop top, with a high neckline, so it covered everything but her
midriff, but it was so thin I could see the shadow of her nipples.  A pair
of snug, yellow shorts hugged her ass.  They were stretchy, like a knit
material.

   She sat down next to me and cuddled close.  While the titillating local
TV was good for a laugh, I opted for something we could both understand. 
Thank god for Netflix, as we quickly found a movie that fit the bill
perfectly.  I sat back, and Ro pulled her legs up, lounging back against my
side.  She wrapped my arm around her shoulders over the blanket, resting my
hand on her hip, and her hand on mine, fingers intertwined.  We watched
together like this for an hour or so.

   I must admit, Ro felt really good.  I hadn't had a relaxing moment like
this with a woman since...  well, since that other woman, whose name shall
remain unspoken.  I'd missed those moments, and it took someone else
snuggling in her place to make me realize how much.  Her hair was right
there, begging to be sniffed and stroked, so I did, and she smelled great.
She patted my hand.

   "Can you pause it for a second.  I need to go pee," she said quietly,
extricating herself from my arm and the covers.  She scooted off to the
bathroom, and watched her sexy ass wiggle all the way out of sight.

   "Ooooooo boy," I exhaled, "get a grip, Dave...  She's your sister, not
your secretary."

   When she returned, I was treated to the front view, which was every bit
as enthralling as the rear one, although I tried to be a little more subtle
with my observance of her jiggling globes.  She smiled as she stopped in
front of the couch.  I expected her to sit, but she instead placed her knee
on the cushion, and leaned closer.

   "Don't you want to sit?" I asked, holding the blanket up for her.  She
leaned in further.

   "Not really," she breathed.  Her eyes were flitting around my face, and
had a disconcerting look to them.

   "Ro...  what are you doing?" I laughed, pulling back, leaning sideways
until I ran out of room.

   "Something...  " she whispered, now hovering over my body, her face
inches from mine, "...  that I've wanted to do..." she pressed closer, "...
for a very, very long time." She stopped, her lips almost touching mine.

   I was torn.  If it had been anyone but my sister...  Well, I probably
don't need to finish that thought.  Her eyes bored into mine, glistening
wetly, peeking through the sexy red bangs of her lustrous tresses.  She
wasn't the sister I remembered.  Of course, the sister I remembered was a
long time ago, and a long way away.  This was a grown woman, with a mind of
her own, and a body to die for.

   I pressed forward, and she jerked back, maintaining the gap.  I inched
up, but she matched me, keeping her lips just out of reach.

   "Ro," I whispered, "You're killing me.  Either kiss me, or get off." I
put my hand up, gently gripping the back of her neck.  "Yes, or no?" I
asked, giving her a last chance to withdraw.

   She didn't hesitate again, pressing her lips to mine without a word. 
The kiss started soft, and slow.  She was still bridging her body above
mine, but when I pulled gently on her neck, she moaned loudly, parted her
lips and pressed the full length of her body against mine.  Our tongues
tangled, and Ro snorted sharp, excited breaths through her nose.  My arms
cradled her close, wrapping her tightly, as the heat level of the kiss
ramped up rapidly.  She was doing her best to swallow my tongue, moaning
with delight, and squirming slowly on top of me.  I slid my hand down her
sides, letting them finally come to rest on the firm cheeks of her ass.

   "David," she whispered, when she came up for air, "I have a confession
to make.  I said I didn't come here to disrupt your love life, but that
might not be entirely true," she said, looking a little guilty.  "And, when
I said I was just jealous at your wedding, that wasn't quite true, either.
I was in love with you," she breathed, her eyes examining mine carefully.
"I always have been, since I was a little kid.  Back then, of course, it
was just a crush...  I didn't know what love was.  You were an adult and I
was just a silly kid, but even when I grew up, I could never get you out of
my head." She paused, and I could see in her eyes that she was worried
she'd said too much.

   "Go ahead, Ro.  I'm listening.  You can tell me anything.  I'll always
love you," I said, trying to soothe her.

   She took a deep breath.

   "I lost all the weight, and I started to feel much better about myself.
Guys started to notice me, which I really liked, especially after I had my
boobs done, but even though they were eager to be with me, I wasn't
thrilled to be with them.  It didn't feel the same." Tears were in her
eyes. "They weren't you."

   "Then you got divorced," she said, smiling slightly.  "I was furious,
that anyone would do that to you, and cause you that pain.  I was also
happy, because I had a chance.  The final piece was your transfer.  I had
to come.  I had to try.  No one knows us here.  No one knows what happens
in this apartment, but us."

   Her lips were trembling.  The little sister I had always tried to
protect was terrified, and what hurt me most was that she was terrified of
me.  Of what I might say that would destroy her world.

   I wasn't ignorant to the gravity of the situation.  If we went down this
road, there was no going back, literally.  We could never go back home as a
couple, never let anyone know who we really were, or what we were doing. 
We would be helped by the fact that we had different surnames ; Mom had
hyphenated when she married Dad, so I was a Hathaway, while Carolyn was a
Willson.

   But then again, this was Rome, a city with a history of relationships
that were at best highly questionable, at worst blatantly and publicly
incestuous.  Those Emperors had indulged in the family gene pool with full
intent, and planning to produce heirs.  Still, the Roman empire hadn't
crumbled due to three-headed children.

   She was right ; No one would know.  Any residual resistance melted away.


   Ro was laying on top of me, waiting for me to say something... 
anything...  to put her out of her misery.  I looked into her fear-filled
eyes, and said one word, answering the unspoken question that hung in the
room.  She wanted me.  Did I want her?

   "Yes."

   The look on her face was just like the one I'd seen that evening when I
met her in the bar, except her smile this time was bigger.  She wrapped her
arms around my neck, and hugged me so tight I was worried our love affair
would end before it started.  She buried her face in my chest and screamed
with glee.

   With the crisis past, she finally just relaxed, resting her head on my
chest, tickling me with her fingertips, while I stroked her hair with one
hand, and fondled her ass with the other.  Her voice was soft and sweet
when she spoke.

   "David, honey?  I brought something sexy to wear to bed.  Should I go
have a shower and put it on for you?"

   I smiled.  "Ro, you don't need any help to be sexy...  But I'd love to
see what you brought."

   She craned her neck and kissed me again.  "I hope you don't mind
waiting. I'll be as quick as I can.  Shall I meet you in the bedroom?" she
asked as she stood.  I nodded, and she raced off to her room, reappearing
less than a minute later with an armload of stuff.

   "No peeking!  No peeking!" she giggled, dashing into the bathroom.  The
shower started, the door closed, and I was left in a quiet room with my
thoughts, hoping we weren't making a mistake.  I had a feeling that even if
we were, it was going to be a pleasurable one.

   ***

   I shut off the TV and moved into my, rather our, bedroom.  Shit!  I
thought, I can't sleep with my sister on the same sheets that I fucked my
secretary on!  And on the same day!

   I ripped the soiled bedding off, stuffing it into the laundry basket,
and raced to the closet.  Fortunately, there were three sets of sheets, for
the three bedrooms, and one set was not being used.  I grabbed them and
bolted back to the bedroom, making the bed in record time.

   I undressed and climbed into bed, flipping on the small TV for company.
I didn't really have long to wait.  Ro's voice wafted in from the hallway.

   "Honey?  Are you ready?" she called.

   "Oh shit, I hope so," I whispered, to myself, before calling back to
her, "All set, baby."

   I looked to the doorway.  Her shadow dappled the wall, announcing her
approach.  At last she stopped, standing in the door frame.

   Words fail me.  She was absolutely stunning, easily the most beautiful
woman I'd ever seen in person.  Ro had primped herself within an inch of
her life.  Her hair, freshly washed and curled, cascaded in flaming waves
around her pretty features.  The long curls tumbled over her shoulders,
reflecting highlights of radiant copper.  Her lashes batted at me while I
sat dumbstruck on the bed, taking in her beauty.  My dick reacted, stirring
under the sheets.

   "I lied, Ro.  I wasn't ready.  You're more beautiful than I could ever
have imagined," I gasped.  "I mean it.  Are you sure I'm worthy?"

   "Aww, listen to you!  You're so sweet!" she giggled, stepping closer. 
Her movements brought the rest of her appearance to light.

   The 'something sexy' she had mentioned was very much that ; a black
babydoll, combining satin and lace, with a ruffled hem that just obscured
her crotch.  The halter neckline was deeply cut, almost to her navel, with
a red bow across the bustline, holding it closed, or relatively so, over
her full breasts.  She saw my eyes roaming over her body, and did a quick
spin, fast enough to make the ruffles fly up and show her bare behind, with
its thong string bisecting the firm flesh.

   "Do you like it?" she whispered, toying with the bow tied across her
boobs.

   "Oh my god, Ro...  Yes!" I grunted, "Please!  Come here!  Now!" I had to
have her.

   "Well, I don't know," she laughed, getting one more tease in.  It was a
quick tease.  She dove onto the bed, and into my arms.

   I took control, rolling her onto her back, while I rested on my side
beside her.  We kissed again, although these ones made the kisses we shared
in the living room earlier seem like platonic pecks.  Her lips tasted like
cherries, and were the same colour, my new favourite lip gloss.  We both
moaned our approval and continued to feast on each other.  My right hand
moved from her neck down to her breast, squeezing the firm fullness gently.
She responded with more ferocity, kissing me harder.  She broke away,
exhaling a quivering, desperate breath.

   "Oh god, David...  I can't take any more of this," she gasped, "I need
you...  Please, don't make me wait!"

   I plucked at the bow on her chest, which opened her cleavage for my
inspection.  Ro reached up behind her neck, and untied it there, pushing
the flimsy fabric down to her waist, giving me my first full view of her
magnificent chest.  I was stunned, again.

   "Ro, that doctor wasn't just a surgeon, he was an artist!" I breathed.
"They...  You...  Are perfect!"

   "Thank you," she giggled, "and I agree...  She was an artist."

   Her breasts attracted my lips by some unstoppable unseen force.  I
kissed her nipples, nuzzling and nibbling the thick, stubby buds, while Ro
stroked my hair lovingly.  She was mewling softly.

   My right hand slid slowly down from her breast, across her tummy, to her
satin covered pussy.  As if by magic, her legs spread slightly, allowing my
hand to caress her.  She was hot, her pussy radiating the heat of arousal,
and I made the decision to move down her body.  Ro had other ideas.

   She pushed me off her, and rolled out of bed, quickly but carefully
shedding her lingerie.  She immediately rejoined me in bed, but she had a
hungry look in her eyes.  She pulled the sheets off, and moaned as my naked
body was revealed.  My dick was standing at attention.

   "Ah, there it is!" she giggled.  She crawled up between my legs with
feline grace, stopping with her face inches from the object of her
interest. She cupped my balls gently with one hand, and cradled my erection
with the other.  "Such a nice, big, hard cock!  I'm going to enjoy
introducing you to my wet, little kitty.  I bet you'll make me cum
reeeeeeeeeal good!" she purred, rubbing her pretty face against my dick.

   "First, though," she whispered, grinning up at me, "I'd like to suck
every drop of hot, sticky cum you can give me down my throat, if that's
okay with your master?" She smiled, and ran her tongue up the side of my
shaft, in a long slow slurp, like licking a stick of candy.  I groaned. 
Not only did it feel incredible, the sight of her pink taster and cherry
red lips on my dick was one of the most erotic visions of my life.  She
repeated the process, over and over, from all sides of my hard cock,
driving me crazy.  I was moaning loudly.

   "I didn't hear an answer," she whispered, licking again.  "Vuoi che a
succhiare il cazzo?"

   Fuck!  I knew I should have stuck with Rosetta Stone!  'Succhiare'
sounds like suck...  I'll bet she's asking if I'd like her to suck my cock.
That I understand.

   "Yes...  Um, I mean 'Si, per favore'...  Fuck, Ro, is this really the
time for a lesson in Italian?!  Suck my cock, please!" I groaned, squirming
under her attention.

   "Just giving you an incentive!" she giggled, and plunged her mouth over
the head.  Those plump red lips stretched wide around the thickness of my
shaft, sliding slowly down the length.  Visually, it was astounding, and I
watched my sister's mouth pleasure me like none had ever done before.  My
cock was a little more than any woman I'd ever been with could handle,
orally.  Longer and thicker than the norm, most girls just sucked what they
could fit in, usually a bit more than half, which felt great, but as Ro's
lips reached desperately for my pubes, I finally knew the bliss of being
deep throated.  Oh my god!  I almost spewed right then.  Ro gagged, and
backed off.

   She stroked my shaft, dripping with her saliva, and joined to her lips
by a string of spit, while she caught her breath.  Her eyes were teary from
gagging, but she was nothing if not determined.

   "Fuck, that's a big, thick cock!  I almost had it...  So close!  I'm
gonna get this monster down my throat yet!"

   Ro parted her lips again, and did as promised.  I felt her throat
swallowing, opening and letting my tool slide the last fractions of an inch
down.  Her lips buried in my pubic hair, her tongue tickled the base of my
cock.  She moaned in triumph, and bobbed her head, fucking me with her
mouth.  Every half dozen stokes she'd go to full depth again, then take a
breath by shortening the length of her movements.

   Already the best blowjob I'd ever had in my 31 years on the planet, Ro
had one last trick up her sleeve, or perhaps I should say, up my ass.  One
of her fingertips began to rub little circles around my butt hole,
occasionally plucking the tight little ring, and finally insinuating itself
past the muscular threshold.  She didn't go very deep, but she didn't have
to, because the anal stimulation was just the cherry on top.  Her mouth was
the main event, and I was going to explode in it.

   "Oh fuck, Ro, that's it baby!  Suck my cock!  I'm gonna fucking cum so
hard in your mouth, baby!  Don't stop!  Please don't stop!  Aghhhh! 
Yes!... Cumming!  FUUUUCK!"

   Her nose was pressed hard against my pubic bone, and I sent several
rockets of hot, thick semen straight into her belly.  She held her breath
and swallowed, gulping loudly, taking everything I had.

   It's a good thing I was already laying down, because I would have been
anyway.  There's no way I could have stood up through that orgasm.  My
whole body was shaking.

   Ro gave my spent dick a few more deep sucks, cleaning up the residue of
semen and saliva, then pulled her mouth off with a pop.  She curled up on
her side, still between my legs, catching her breath.  It took a minute or
two, before she crawled up beside me.  She brought the covers with her,
tucking me in and pulling my head to her chest.  We laid there in silence
for several minutes more.  At last, the post-orgasmic fog lifted from my
brain, and I could speak.

   "My god, Ro...  That was the most incredible...  How?...  When?... 
Who?" I babbled.  I said I could speak.  I didn't say it would be eloquent.


   "How did I learn to suck cock like that?" she laughed, getting the
general idea.

   "Um yeah...  What you said," I replied, my head still spinning.

   "Well, just because I was fat, didn't mean I wasn't horny.  As soon as I
turned eighteen, I, um, had lots of practice.  High school boys don't last
very long, but they're eager," she explained with a shrug.  "What can I
say? I was a slut.  A horny, cocksucking slut.  No one wanted to fuck me,
but they were lined up for my blowjobs." She moved so that I could see
directly into her eyes.

   "Understand me clearly," she whispered, kissing me, "I was a slut... 
Past tense.  I'm yours now.  No one else's.  I said I loved you, and I
meant it." She kissed me again.  "Now...  If you want me to be your slut,"
she grinned, "I'd be happy to comply."

   Having my own personal slut, especially one with big, yummy tits, great
legs, and sexy red hair, was sounding very appealing, certainly if that
blowjob was any indication of her future skills.  I would have loved to
just climb aboard and fuck the shit out of her, but my dick was comatose
for now.  Perhaps I could find something else to do, to kill time, while my
penis recovered.

   Hmmm...  What to do?

   I ducked under the sheet, and Ro giggled, knowing where I was going. 
She laid back and spread her thighs wide, making room for me.  Trapped
under the covers, her scent was unmistakably that of a highly aroused
pussy. She rolled the blankets back so she could watch me, and so I could
see what I was doing.

   My sister's pussy was very pretty.  Shaved bare, of course...  lest the
carpet be found to differ from the drapes...  her labia were a dark rose
colour, thin and tight, with just a hint of butterfly wings on the inner
lips.  Those lips gapped open enough to allow the pale pink of her inner
folds to peek out, and show just how wet she was.  A little trickle of her
oily secretions was oozing slowly toward her similarly coloured and equally
pretty rear entrance I used two fingers to spread the lips slightly at the
top...  There it was.  About the size and colour of a small pink pearl,
Ro's little clitoris stood up to be noticed.

   Finished with my visual inspection, I licked her from asshole to clit,
in one long motion.  She tasted as good as she looked and smelled.  Ro
sucked in a startled breath, then moaned softly.

   "Mmmm hmmm, that's it baby...  I love a firm tongue on my pussy.  Lick
me...  Lick me and make me fly," she whispered.

   It's only fair that I return the favour.  I went to town, snaking my
tongue between, around, and over her delicious folds.  She groaned, and her
hips twitched, pressing her moist slit harder against my mouth.  I
listened...  to her sounds of enjoyment, little pants, squeals and moans
that told me if I was on the right track.  Mostly, l listened to her body,
feeling when my probing tongue caused a telltale twinge, flex or shudder.

   She hissed, wriggling her hips again, and putting her hand on the back
of my head.  I had found her sweet spot, and now I concentrated on it.

   "Oh god!  Lick my fucking cunt, big brother!" she groaned.

   I was in no hurry.  I needed time to recover anyway, and I wanted to
give her a long slow buildup, so I mentally bookmarked her most responsive
areas, and went back to enjoying my exploration of her body.

   I caressed Ro's thighs with both hands, sampling the smooth, firm,
muscular curves.  I lifted her legs, pressing them back to her chest, and
opening her wider.  She sensed my plan and willingly grasped her legs
behind the knees, pulling them back and open even more.  Her pussy and ass
were now available for comfortable exploitation.

   I just couldn't resist giving her cute, tight little starfish a few
probing licks.  I'm sure there would come an occasion where that sexy back
door would be stuffed full of my cock, but it wouldn't be tonight.  Still,
that didn't mean I would completely ignore her ass.

   I licked around her labia gently, following the soft creases from bottom
to top, doing little circles around her eager little clit every time I was
in the neighbourhood.  Ro moaned softly, enjoying the routine, but she
gasped when I slid my fingertip into the bottom edge of her pussy.  Her
lips opened to admit my intruding digit as I probed deeper into her warm,
wet recess, while my tongue fluttered softly around her clitoris.  She was
like a saturated sponge, oozing honey every time I plunged my finger into
her.

   I added a second finger, giving her a preview of what I planned to do to
her once my cock had resumed full functionality.  Ro's legs shook, but she
held them tightly in place, displaying herself for me to pleasure her.

   I flicked the tip of my tongue over her clit, receiving a long hiss of
encouragement from her, but she whimpered in protest when I withdrew my
fingers.  Of course, she didn't know what I had in mind.

   Her clit now took the full brunt of my attention, as I sucked and licked
the little pink nub with gentle fury.  My fingertips, slick with her
juices, began to tease her asshole, plucking the rim and rubbing over the
tight, puckered opening.

   "Oh god, David...  Yes!  That's it!  I'm gonna cum so huge!" she moaned,
undulating her hips and trying to press her ass onto my fingers.  I pushed,
and one digit slipped past her muscular rim, dipping into her anus.  "Oh
yes!  Finger my ass!  Deeper!  Finger my ass and suck my clit!"

   Well, as a certain TV character was heard to say so often, 'I love it
when a plan comes together'.  I gently pistoned her asshole with one finger
while mercilessly assaulting her pussy with my lips and tongue.  Ro let out
a long, continuous groan of satisfaction, her pitch rising and falling like
a sexual siren.  A quiver shook her voice, building as she neared her peak.
Her ass clutched at my finger, trying to pull it deeper, obviously enjoying
the stimulus.  Who knew my sister was so anal?

   Ro's ass clamped on my finger, and she shrieked, but held her legs in
place.  I kept my lips on her clit, licking and sucking as she came,
gushing hot honey into my mouth.  It was delicious, and I kept lapping it
up, pushing her into a second orgasm, which proved too much for her grip.
Her legs draped over my shoulders, and she twisted her body, writhing in
ecstasy.  Her shriek had moved into the frequency range that only canines
could hear, so now her mouth gaped open in a mute expression of glee.  At
last, her body relaxed, and she flopped back on the bed, gasping for air,
slowly returning to a colour less befitting a pomegranate.

   I wiped my chin, and sat up, watching her trying to catch her breath. 
Her eyes appeared to be having trouble focusing as she looked up at me, yet
another indication that I had accomplished my desired goal to give her as
much pleasure as she had given me.

   "Okay," she panted, "who told you to do that to my ass?  That was so
intense!"

   Her blowjob had taken the edge off my urges, but my dick had recovered,
hard and ready for action again.  I was glad we hadn't just fucked each
other in a furious flurry of hormones.  We'd have plenty of time for
uncontrollable ravishing and desperate gratification.  I wanted our first
time together to be something special, and unique, something we could look
back on with fond memories.  I was sure I'd never forget the feel of her
mouth on my cock, and I hoped I'd given her a memorable first orgasm with
my tongue.  Now I wanted to make love to her...  slowly, gently, lovingly.

   Ro's eyes were closed, and she was breathing softly.  I watched her
beautiful face, so serene and peaceful, as I rolled into position between
her thighs.  Her pussy was pouting open now, giving me a more receptive
target for my cock, and I pressed the head into the gap between her
engorged lips.

   Her eyelashes fluttered, and she smiled.  Her arms came up around my
shoulders, and her legs lifted to give me maximum access.  Her voice was
barely a whisper, but spoke loud and clear .

   "I've waited my whole life for this, David.  Take me, darling.  Make
love to me, please," she breathed, looking into my eyes.  "I know we can't
tell what the future will hold.  I don't expect you to love me the way I
Love you.  I've had a bit of a head start," she smiled, "but for tonight,
at least, I hope I can be your perfect woman, and satisfy ever need you
have."

   She was my sister, and as such I already loved her.  Now she was giving
herself, heart and soul, to me, and me alone.  I couldn't help but feel
that tugging at my own heart.

   Carolyn hugged me close, pulling me into her slowly.  Her pussy was so
warm, wet, and welcoming that I slid in easily.  She let out a little gasp
of pleasure, and her mouth gaped open, but her eyes never left mine.  She
moaned softly when I finally filled her totally, and ground her hips up
into mine, not wanting even the smallest fraction of my erection to be left
out.

   "There," she giggled, "just like I knew it would be...  a perfect fit!
Oh, so good!"

   We began a gentle rhythm, rocking back and forth while caressing each
other, kissing softly, and whispering attestations of our love.  Ro felt so
right in my arms.  Since Kate had cheated, I'd had no real problem finding
a willing partner to satisfy my physical needs, but no one who would or
could meet my emotional ones.  Ro was ready, willing and able to meet both.


   She was right about the fit, as well...  her pussy gripped the entire
length of my shaft in a velvety embrace, soft yet snug.  Every time I
pressed my cock in, her feminine folds yielded smoothly, rippling
sensations of bliss wrapping around my hard meat.  Ro pulled away from my
lips and panted up at me, urging me on with quiet words of direction.

   "Fuck me, David...  I'm yours...  Fuck me good!"

   A good changeup makes the fastball more effective, so I was changing
things up every minute.  My sister seemed to like it, not knowing when
gentle, caring loving would give way to hard, frenzied fucking, and back
again.  She grunted and groaned under my body, gripping my ass with both
hands and holding tight.

   I rolled us over gently, putting Ro on top, where she slowly rose and
fell on my shaft.  She tucked her hips and squeezed with each upward
stroke, pulling on my cock until she reached the top, where she relaxed her
pussy and pressed down.  I could see the pleasure written all over her
face. Her mouth ajar, she emitted little squeals of joy, riding me, driven
by the need to satisfy the burning desire within.

   From below, I watched her big, beautiful breasts bounce and ripple with
her movements.  It was mesmerizing, and Ro saw me watching, leaning forward
to dangle her quivering flesh in my face.  Her stiff nipples grazed my lips
several times, before I succeeded in capturing one of the delightfully
erect nubs, latching on and suckling dutifully.  She growled, and commenced
a hard grinding of her clit against my pubic bone, gasping sharply as she
neared her orgasm.  It didn't take long.  I released her nipple, replacing
my lips with a pinching grasp on both of them.

   "That's it, Ro," I encouraged, "cum for me, baby!  You like my cock
inside your hot, wet cunt, don't you?"

   "Oh, you're so fucking right!" she moaned, undulating her hips.  "You're
gonna make me cum again!" I gave her pointy nips a little tweak, and she
groaned, hanging her head back.  "Shit!  Harder!  Pinch them harder!  I
love it!" I complied, and her body started to jerk and spasm as waves of
pleasure hit her.  She kept her head thrown back, mouth open in a mute
scream of ecstacy, gasping squeaky little breaths while she continued to
crush her clit against me.  Finally, her body sated, she tipped her head
forward, glaring at me with a look of grateful delight through the disarray
of her sex-tangled bangs.  She leaned down, resting her big boobs on my
chest, and pressing her lips to mine.

   "I think I was wrong about you," she whispered between kisses.  She
caressed my face gently.  "You're even better than I hoped!  You may have
ruined me for anyone else."

   I rolled us on our sides, facing each other, still inside her, and
started to gently shaft her again.

   "I'm not done yet, darling," I whispered, cupping her breast in my hand.
She let her shoulders twist open, putting both her big tits on display for
me, jiggling with each stroke of my cock into her dripping pussy.  That
motion encouraged me further, providing incentive to fuck her harder.  Soon
I was drilling her fervently, and her magnificent rack was swinging and
dancing in time to my thrusting hips.

   "God, David...  Your cock feels so good!" she hissed.  "Please, fuck me
hard!  Fuck me, and cum in my pussy!  Let me feel your hot seed filling me
up!"

   I smiled at her, and kissed her again, before pulling out.  I rolled her
flat on her back, then hooked her legs over my arms, folding them back
against her chest.  Ro groaned, and I felt her hands gripping my slippery
shaft, guiding it back into her needy crevice, a place I was more than
happy to return to.  She wanted me to cum inside her, so I dispensed with
the loving treatment of her body, opting for complete ravishing instead,
and shifting into high gear immediately.

   "O-oh fu-uu-ck D-aaa-vi-d, y-es-sss!" she gasped as I pounded her twat.
"Fu-uu-ck me!"

   Ro's pussy gushed juices, soaking my balls, and I kept spearing her
eagerly.  Her pussy was working its magic, and a familiar warm tingle took
residence in my belly, announcing the approach of my climax.  I continued,
fucking her as hard as I could, filling the room with the sharp, rhythmic
'slap' of flesh on flesh.

   I was slamming down into her cunt now, driving her into the bed under my
weight each time.  She was moaning loudly, and staring up into my eyes with
a look that told me to do it, to flood her honeypot with hot cum.  That
look was enough to light the fuse, and I gave her a final few desperate
thrusts before I exploded deep inside her.  Her eyes lit up as she felt my
cock twitch and spew, and she smiled widely.

   "Oh fuck, that's it baby!  Squirt your juice in my cunt!" she hissed,
holding me close.  "So good...  So good!"

   I released her legs, and she wrapped her body around mine, cooing in my
ear and stroking my hair.  My exhausted cock began to shrivel, and I rolled
off my sister.  Just before I collapsed beside her, I saw a glob of my cum
oozing slowly out of her abused, gaping vagina.  The sight was more erotic
than anything I'd ever seen ; my cum...  my sister's pussy...  an
incestuous creampie, made more exciting when Ro dipped her fingers into her
twat, scooping up some of the gooey, white jizz, and transferring it to her
mouth.  She licked her fingers clean and went back for more, sounding like
she'd discovered the most delicious substance on earth.

   She was, as she'd said, a slut...  but now she was my slut, willing to
do anything to please me, an idea that I was really starting to like.

   Ro cuddled up next to me, nestled in my arms with her big boobs pressed
hard against me, and quickly fell asleep, snoring softly.  I listened to
her breathing, smelling her hair, caressing her soft skin, and daydreaming
about many future nights feeling the same things I was feeling now.  Sister
or not, Ro made me happy.  Very happy.

   Daydreaming soon gave way to dreaming of the nocturnal variety, as I
joined her in slumber.

   ***

   I was in the kitchen, making coffee.  Last night had been the most
memorable experience of my life, with this morning's delightful wakeup
session high on the list as well.  I was ruminating over that fact while I
waited for the brewing to finish.  When it did, I poured two cups, put them
on a small tray, and carried them back to the bedroom.  As I neared the
doorway, I heard Ro's voice.

   "Yes, Mom, I'm having a great time," she said happily.  "David?  Yes
I've seen him..." she paused as I stopped in the doorway, and smiled.  I
was naked, so her words were ironic.  "...  and he's fine.  I'm thinking
about extending my stay a little bit...  Yes...  Yeah, I've met someone
here, and he's...  Yes, he's very nice, and he's shown me lots of things I
never thought I'd see...  Well Mom, he's actually a lot like David..." she
winked, "...  Tall, handsome..." she covered the mouthpiece, "nice big
dick." She mouthed 'wow' as she uncovered the receiver, "Yes, I think you'd
like him."

   I listened as she talked casually to our Mother, all the while laying
naked in my bed.  One long sensuous leg was uncovered, all the way to her
waist, where the rumpled sheet interrupted the view for a few vital inches,
piled up against the smooth, lower curves of her breasts.  The fabric
spilled over, covering one breast completely, while the other was
enticingly bare.  Her erect nipple peeked out from under the tousled
strands of her deep red locks, hair she twirled playfully around her finger
as she spoke.  Her eyes sparkled at me from across the room.  She was truly
beautiful, and right or wrong, for now at least, she was mine.

   "Well, I should go Mom, before this call costs a fortune...  Yes, I'll
tell him you love him, if I see him.  Bye Mom," she said, rubbing her ear
as she pressed to off button on her phone.  "Mom says Hi," she giggled.

   "Did I hear right?  You're staying?" I asked as I delivered her coffee.

   "Well, if you'll...  have...  me," she whispered, batting her eyelashes.
"I thought I'd stick around until you got tired of me," she added with a
playful pout.  "At the very least, maybe I can keep you from getting fired
for sexual harassment...  for a while, anyway."

   Ro laughed, and beckoned me with a smoky, come hither look.

   "Posso prega di succhiare il cazzo, cara mia?" she purred.

   The last time she said something like that, 'yes', or rather 'si', was
the decidedly correct and delightful response, so I went with that.

   "Si," I replied...  but in the interest of future conversation, I would
be resuming my Italian language lessons Monday morning.

   Right after I told Isabella we were through.

   Oh boy.

   ********************* to be continued....
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