Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Title: When in Rome...  Pt.  02


Summary: Removing the obstacles opens up opportunities.


Keywords:inc,fic,brother,sister,bigtits,redhead,italy,busty,love



   Monday morning arrived, not that I would know.  My sister had literally
fucked me unconscious the night before, riding me until I was as firm as a
damp dish rag, and as coherent as....  well, I wouldn't know, as I was
zonked out.

   Ro, ever the loving, caring one, took full responsibility for my state
of being.  She revived me in the morning with a rousing session of
mouth-to-dick resuscitation, which was a wonderful way to wake from the
highly erotic dreams that filled my sleep.  Of course, the effects of that
resuscitation were temporary, as she sucked me to another head-spinning
orgasm, swallowing my protein smoothie happily as her pre-breakfast snack.
I was trying to recoup my lost senses when she snuggled up beside me again,
fixing me with those beautiful green eyes of hers.

   "Good morning, Sweetheart," she whispered, pressing her soft lips to
mine in a gently demanding kiss, one that I answered without hesitation. 
She rested her firm breasts on my chest, and gave me another playful look.
"I guess I've had my fun, both last night and this morning," she giggled,
licking her lips, "so the least I can do is make you breakfast.  Bacon? 
Eggs?  A side order of horny redhead?"

   "I think that sounds good," I replied, the fog lifting from my brain,
"but I might need to save the horny redhead for later," I laughed.  "Just
keep it hot, and fresh for me.  I'll eat it when I get home from work."

   "Ooooooo, that sounds like a great idea!" she moaned, rolling out of bed
and wiggling her butt to the doorway, where she paused, and turned to face
me again.  "Keeping it hot won't be any trouble at all, and it's always
fresh," she said, dipping a finger into her damp kitty and tasting the
resulting wet digit, "and delicious." She smiled broadly, winked, and
disappeared out the door.

   When I stood, the residual effects of Ro's intense affections hit me
hard, in the form of a head-rush that almost felled me like a tree on the
way to the shower.  Damn, she was insatiable, and my feelings for her
intensified my own reaction to her body, to the point where the
satisfaction she was providing was truly earth shattering.  I ran the
shower a little colder than usual, trying to clear the cobwebs from my
head. The strategy was as successful as I could have hoped, bringing me
back from the walking dead.  I dressed, and joined Ro in the kitchen.

   "Let's, see," she said as I walked up behind her, "if I recall
correctly, you prefer your eggs 'over hard', no sexual commentary
intended." She smiled at me brightly.  She'd put a short robe on,
apparently not wanting to risk hot bacon fat near her sensitive nipples.

   "That's right.....  Good memory, Ro," I replied, returning the smile as
she put the plate in front of me, and sat across the table in front of her
own meal.  We chit-chatted about nothing in particular for a few minutes,
while I ate and watched her do the same.  She was incredibly sexy, and I
was undeniably very lucky to have her here with me, wanting to take a place
at my side, in my bed as well as my life.  "So, my darling sister.... 
what's your plan for today?  Where are you headed?  What old crumbling
buildings are you going to explore?" I asked as I put my plate in the sink.


   "Well," she laughed, "I don't know about crumbling buildings....  I'll
play that by ear.  Shopping.  I'm going shopping.  I think I need a new
dress, to drive my new boyfriend," her eyes flitted over my face, "and all
the local men, crazy with desire." She smiled confidently.  "I'll bet I can
find something here to fill the bill."

   "I'm not taking that bet.  The thought of you in some tiny, little,
Italian designed piece of couture....  I can't wait to see that," I said
quietly, then exhaled slowly.  "I have to deal with Isabella.  It should be
interesting."

   "Ah, yes.  Good luck with her.  You're okay with giving her up, right?"
Ro asked, touching my hand.  "Do you have feelings for her?"

   "Ro, sweetie, you are the only one I have feelings for," I replied. 
"Isabella?  She was just a very well built ship that passed in the
night.....  and the next morning.  The real complication with her is that
she knows who you are."

   "Yes.  That is, unfortunately, my fault.  I'm sorry.  Of course, at the
time I blurted that out, I didn't know I was going to get up the courage to
tell you how I felt about you," she whispered, stepping into my arms.  Her
lips found mine again.  "Now that I have, I want to be crystal clear ; I
Love You."

   "I Love You too, Carolyn," I breathed, holding her close.

   ***

   The Rome office was just off a typically ancient piazza, cobblestones as
far as the eye could see, with a small fountain across the street.  It was
a beautiful, sunny day, and I hoped it would be the first one of my new
life...  the one that included my darling Ro.  The only apparent speed bump
was a gorgeous brunette one.

   The building the company was housed in was old, not exactly unusual in
the Eternal City.  It had started life as an ancient block of apartments,
undergoing minor changes inside to allow for better use in its new life as
a corporate office.  Still, it was a warren of hallways and smallish rooms,
and I had gotten lost a few times early after my arrival here.  That's
actually how I met Isabella in the first place.  She was, at the time, part
of the secretarial pool, and thought it was cute that I needed a guide to
find my own workplace.  Once I settled in, I drafted her as my personal
assistant and secretary, and over months of time, things just escalated to
the point where she had actually asked me out for drinks.

   One thing led to another, which culminated in the two of us staggering,
in an alcohol-induced moment of weakness, into my bedroom.  Clothing flew,
kisses were exchanged, and we fucked each other into oblivion.

   The next morning, Ro walked in on us, and set in motion the events that
led to now.

   I rounded the corner and turned into my office, which had been a single
bedroom apartment at one time.  Now it was a three room complex, with a
small bathroom and a larger sitting area outside my desk area.  Walking
into the room, I found Isabella at her desk in the sitting area, smirking
at me as I passed.  I sat at my own desk for a minute or two before I
buzzed her.

   When I looked up, she was walking into the room.  No, that's not quite
right.....  She was bouncing into the room.  Jiggling, swinging,
swaying.... definitely without the constraints of a bra.  Two bullet points
showed through her blue silk blouse, confirming both her excitement and
lack of supporting garment.  Her long brown hair swung with her steps,
framing her face and enhancing her sultry looks.  If it wasn't for Ro, I'd
certainly be happy to continue a detailed exploration of Isabella's
luscious body for the foreseeable future.  And if my grandmother had wheels
she'd be a wagon.  Ro was my girl, now, and that was that.

   One small glitch in the plan...  Isabella didn't know that I was taken,
yet.  She closed the door as she came in, and when she turned back to me,
two more buttons of her blouse had 'somehow' come undone, laying her deep
cleavage open for viewing.  She swung her hips more suggestively, coming
around my desk while tugging her skirt up slightly.

   "Buongiorno, David.  I'm very horny, today, thanks to your sister's
interruption," she purred, sitting on the desk in front of me.  A blue
satin thong peeked out from between her thighs.

   "Yes, well, about tha...." was as far as I made it before Isabella was
in my lap, her lips cutting me off, mid-sentence.  She wiggled her rump
into my crotch, and pulled one of my hands onto her silk-covered breast. 
She held her hand over mine, keeping me from releasing her full, firm boob,
forcing me to fondle her.  Okay, maybe 'forcing' is a bit of a stretch....
My hand did what it did naturally when filled with a beautiful woman's
breasts.  My lips did, too, kissing her back, despite the part of my brain
that had continued to explain to her, internally, my intention to end our
relationship, as though she hadn't interrupted me.

   Most damningly, my dick reacted as though it didn't get the memo from my
brain at all, stiffening under her firm ass, not unnoticed by Isabella. 
She moaned quietly, deftly slipping off my lap without breaking away from
my lips.  Her hands quickly worked to unbuckle, unbutton, and open my
pants. She reached in, and extracted my semi-hard cock, pumping it manually
to near full erection before she finally ended the kiss.

   My brain didn't have time to reboot, and restart the conversation.  She
was on her knees in seconds, and had my tool fully engulfed before I could
say anything.  Isabella bobbed her head enthusiastically in my lap,
providing sensations that effectively short circuited the connection
between my brain and my voice.  If you don't believe me, you try having a
meaningful discussion while getting a really good blow job.....  It's a lot
harder than it sounds.

   I remember thinking that this would not be a good time for my boss to
pop in for a meeting.  Thankfully, the door remained closed, no one
knocked, and no one called.  The only sound was the wet, slurping
soundtrack of Isabella's lips and mouth sucking me like her life depended
on it...  and me moaning my begrudging enjoyment of it.

   While she was no Ro when it came to deep throating my shaft, she was a
strong second, close enough that I was nearly ready to squirt my load.  She
kept up her oral assault, until I could resist no longer....  not that
resistance was high on my list of emotions.  Isabella's mouth was heavenly,
and I watched her angelic expression change to devilish delight as I
sprayed the tonsils with hot cum.  She sucked, and swallowed, gulping down
my discharge until there was nothing left to suck but an empty tank and a
softening, exhausted piece of my male anatomy.

   My sexy, brunette secretary stood up, wiped her lips of stray semen, and
smiled at me.  She adjusted her blouse, redoing a few buttons to make
herself presentable, and smoothed her skirt.  Walking to the door, she
turned, blew me a kiss, and left without a word.

   "Yes," I breathed, finally able to form words, "As I was saying....  I
think we should, um, see other, um...  people." Better late than never, but
it would be much more effective if the other half of the conversation was
in the room.  I tucked myself back into my pants, and laid my head back,
watching the ceiling spin clockwise.  She really did know how to please a
man.

   Now I just needed to get her to please some other man besides me.  If I
was successful, someone would be happy to have her, but I had the feeling
that it wasn't going to go easily.  Isabella's considerable passion
virtually guaranteed bloodshed, figuratively I hoped, but I wasn't ruling
out the literal sense.

   The rest of the day was a waste.  Isabella was very pleased with
herself, and I was trying to avoid her, if at all possible, as I didn't
think I could handle her in the wake of her earlier attentions.  I could
hardly do the breakup routine right after she'd given me such a great treat
that morning, and that made me feel doubly guilty.

   ***

   I got home to find Ro pretty much where I left her, in the kitchen. 
Since we were now intimate, previous dress code restrictions were
superseded, and clothing was optional.  She was dressed, sort of, wearing a
tiny red thong, and a candy-striped red and white t-shirt at least three
sizes too small for her big melons.  Stretched as skin tight as it was, the
shirt and the normally parallel lines of the pattern were bent by the
spectacular curves of her breasts, making her contours even more obvious
and astounding.

   I stole up behind her and cupped the firm cheeks of her ass in both
hands.  She giggled, and turned to face me, both arms around my neck. 
Those green eyes gave me a loving look, then a questioning one.  She knew.

   "So, how'd she take it?" Ro asked, cutting directly to the chase.

   "Huh?" I replied, playing dumb, trying to avoid the subject.  I'd been
working on what to tell my sister all day, and none of the versions I had
come up with would work.

   "Nice try, knucklehead," she laughed, seeing right through me.  "Let me
refresh your memory ; Your secretary, Isabella....  You remember her,
right? About 5' 5", 120, brown hair, brown eyes, nice tits, D cups I'd say,
from what I saw.  You were going to have a conversation with her.  Ring any
bells?"

   "Um, yeah, it does," I answered.  "It didn't go exactly as planned." I
was trying not to look at her, as though that wasn't easily noticed, and
correctly interpreted, by her.

   "Uh huh," she grunted, hauling herself up to sit on the counter and
crossing her arms.  She stared me down.  "Define 'not exactly as planned'."


   There was nothing unreasonable about her reaction.  She had bared her
soul to me, confessing her love, and I had accepted it.  My part of the
deal had been to sever the relationship with Isabella, and I hadn't done
so. Okay, I had intended to, but I'd let myself get derailed too easily.  I
needed to be stronger, tomorrow, and I had to be honest right now.

   "I'm sorry Ro....  I tried to tell her, but she, um....  she wasn't
listening." I looked at my sister ; she didn't look angry, just a little
disappointed.  She was still listening.

   "Okay," I continued, "here's exactly what happened..." I said, and
proceeded to lay out the whole thing.  I told Ro what she was wearing, what
she wasn't wearing, what she did, how she did it....  Everything.  I would
have confessed to the Kennedy assassination if I thought it would have
helped.  When I looked up at my redheaded darling, she was smiling wryly.

   "So, she hit you right where you think, huh?" Ro giggled, hopping off
the counter and stepping over to hug me.  "Do you want me to take care of
her?  I'm sure I could take her!" she smiled, taking a boxing stance and
throwing a couple of jabs.  I laughed.

   "I'm sure you would!  Not much of a contest," I said.  "No, I'll do it.
Give me another chance?"

   "Baby, take as many chances as you need....  As long as you're sure
about us.  If it's because you like her, then we need to reevaluate things.
I told you I love you, and I meant it.  If you have any doubts...  If you
have feelings for her, then tell me now and I'll back off, but I won't be
'the other woman' in a triangle.  Please, just don't break my heart." She
let those words hang in the air, and walked quietly out of the kitchen.  I
heard the door to her room open, and close.

   Ouch.

   ***

   The silence was deafening.

   She was right.  I would not put her in the middle...  and I absolutely
would not break my sister's heart.

   Did I have feelings for Isabella?  Well, yes, but they were definitely
more toward the 'lust' end of the scale, not the 'love' end.  Even if it
came down to choosing between her and Carolyn on purely physical merits,
and the resulting pleasure I took in enjoying those merits, there was no
contest.  Add the emotional factors, that I only felt with my sister, and
the debate was over.  Ro won, hands down.

   Had the blowjob been the only thing that stopped me from dealing with
Isabella?  Or was I having trouble with the whole 'trust and commitment'
end of another relationship, after my ex-wife had betrayed me?  If so, who
could I trust more than my sister?  Looking back, I knew that she was being
honest when she said she'd always loved me.  We had always been happy
around each other, nosey interruptions notwithstanding.  I loved her too.

   In the light of day, the decision almost made itself.

   ***

   I stood outside Ro's door.  There was nothing but silence coming from
within her room.  If she was asleep, then knocking would wake her, and I
felt guilty enough as it was.  Instead, I very carefully levered the
handle, which wasn't locked, and opened the door a few inches.  I peeked in
quietly.

   My darling Ro was laying on her side, eyes closed, looking every bit as
angelic as I felt she was.  Her red mane spread across the pillow in waves
of crimson, matching her full pouty lips.  Laying on her side like she was,
those massive tits rested on top of each other, looking very round and
enticing as they moved slightly with her gentle breathing.  I watched her
for a minute or so, opening the door slightly wider.

   It squeaked.

   Her eyes never opened, but she wasn't asleep.

   "Why don't you just come in and say what's on your mind?" she asked,
still with eyes closed.  When she did open them, those deep green orbs
sparkled at me.  "Seriously....  You've obviously been thinking, so what's
the verdict?  Please come talk to me." She moved back a little, making room
for me on the pillow, and reached up with one hand, waving me closer. 
"Please?"

   I stepped in and laid on my side facing her.

   Ro batted her eyelashes, looking deep into my eyes, and waiting
patiently for me to speak.

   "I'm sorry I let you down," I began.  "Circumstances aside, I have no
doubt about who I want to be with.  You are the only one for me." When I
said that, she sighed, and inched closer, until her lips were again just a
hairs breadth away from mine.  I started to say something else, but her
finger appeared from nowhere, and pressed against my lips, silencing me.

   "David, I don't need to hear any more....  Shut up and kiss me," she
purred.

   Sometimes talking is overrated, and this was one of those times.  I
covered the fractions of an inch between us in one move, contacting her
soft lips with mine in a gentle, loving embrace that told her how I felt
about her.  She responded in kind, letting me know all was well.

   What started as an apologetic kiss quickly became something else
entirely, as Ro pushed me over onto my back and crawled atop my chest.  Her
lips began to have a rapacious hunger to them, desperately urging me to
return her passion.  I found it most pleasant to comply.  Her body melted
sensually into my arms, and she moaned softly as I caressed and fondled her
ass.  I loved her big tits.  Trust me on this, they were...  in my humble
but expert opinion...  among the best and most beautiful I'd ever seen, but
her ass was no slouch either.  So strong, firm and muscular, it had the
perfect balance of classic shape with modern athleticism.

   Ro told me her exercise of choice in college, during her weight loss,
was swimming, and it showed.  Her body was a series of smoothly connected,
hydrodynamic curves, interrupted only by the later addition of her boobs. I
imagine watching her in the pool must have been rather enjoyable.

   The kiss continued, until she finally pulled away.

   "As far as I'm concerned," she whispered, gazing at me closely, "the
subject is closed.  I trust you to do whatever is necessary to deal with
her, and don't want to talk about it, anymore." She laughed.  "I don't envy
you, but I'd like to hear about it after you're done."

   She sat up across my hips and looked down at me, grinning playfully. 
Crossing her arms over her chest, she peeled the shirt off over her head,
freeing her pretty tits with a dramatic flourish.

   "Care for a quickie before dinner?" Ro giggled.

   "Hmmmm," I smiled back, "perhaps I could be persuaded.  What did you
have in mind?"

   Within minutes, she had divested me of all my clothes, and was humming
happily while sucking my cock deep into her sensual mouth.  She really did
seem to have a thing for blowjobs, and a talent for them as well, another
reason for me to consider myself lucky.  This time, however, she was just
warming me up for the main course.

   Satisfied that I was stiff enough to be useful, she clambered back up to
straddle my lap again, tugging her thong aside and guiding my dick into her
moist opening without delay.  She wiggled her hips back and forth as she
impaled herself, groaning and looking down into my eyes.

   "There you go," she hissed, finally reaching capacity and grinding her
pussy firmly against me.  "Fuck, your cock feels good inside me!  So big,
and hard.....  I Love it!"

   Ro placed her soft hands on my chest, and leaned forward a little,
starting a rapid, staccato rhythm of strokes with her hips.  She tilted her
head forward, hanging her lustrous locks like a curtain around us, and
smiling at me.  I let her have her fun, fucking herself on my cock with
obvious enjoyment, while I watched the show from what was undoubtedly the
best seat in the house.  Audience participation is encouraged, so I gently
held her jiggling breasts in my hands, rubbing my thumbs over the stiff
nipples at the tips.

   "Mmmm, your hands feel nice, but your lips would be better," she moaned,
still skewering herself frantically.  She leaned over a bit further, and
pressed her firm globes into my face, letting me latch onto a nipple
without contorting my body.  "Mmmm hmmm, that's good...  Suck my tits,
baby! Suck them hard!"

   As you wish, my darling.  I switched back and forth, suckling one
puckered areola and pinching the other, then reversing the pattern, all the
while listening to Carolyn's moaning appreciation of my attention.

   Ro's breathing spoke volumes, getting more ragged and laboured as she
pushed herself closer to the top of her orgasmic rollercoaster.  She leaned
back, putting her arms behind herself to support her body, and lolling her
head to the side.  Her hair flew wildly as she fucked herself harder, but I
had a hard time pulling my eyes off her big tits, which really became
active in this position.

   "Uhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnn!  YESSSSS!  FU-UUUCK YESSSSS!" she screamed, tossing
her head back.  "God, I'm fucking cumming!  Oh David!  I'm cumming!  Oh,
yes!"

   I watched her body convulse with pleasure, shaking her breasts with each
quaking jolt.  Her already buttery smooth pussy became hotter, and wetter
on my shaft.  She flushed bright pink from her chest to her forehead, and
tipped her head back up to look at me with wide, wild eyes.  I think she
enjoyed it.

   Her body wilted slightly, and I caught her, pulling her back up, then
holding her close to my chest.  I laid back, pulling her down with me,
stroking her hair while she caught her breath.

   "Ooooooo, man, that was a big one," she grunted.  She turned her head
and looked at me, her eyes glazed over.  "Quickie, huh?  Good lord!"

   "Ro, baby....  I'm still fresh, and I'm gonna fuck the daylights out of
you!" I laughed, rolling us over.

   "No..." she groaned, "no more......  I'll tell Mom!" she giggled, "Then
you'll be in trouble!"

   "Go ahead," I growled, getting into the game.  "Call her...  Tell her
that her perfect son is fucking her naughty daughter's pussy with his big
hard cock," I gave her a few quick jabs to remind her who was currently in
control.  She moaned loudly.  I don't know if it was the dialogue or the
probe in her pussy.  It really doesn't matter.

   "Oh fuck, David..." she breathed, "...  you're so bad!  We're so bad!  I
Love it!  And I Love You!" Her lips searched ravenously for mine, finding
them as I found my rhythm, gliding effortlessly in and out of her
completely drenched snatch.

   She hooked her ankles behind my back and held on tight while I fucked
her eagerly.  For several minutes, the only sounds were slapping flesh,
heavy breathing and moans of lust.  Desperate kisses were exchanged, along
with a flurry of caresses.  Ro finally broke the silence, uttering actually
words.

   "Nggggahhhhhhhhn!  Yes!....  Oh, fuck, yes!" she screamed, clawing at my
back, "You're so fucking good!  Fuck me, David!  I'm cumming again!"

   I slowed a bit, relishing the sensations her clutching, squeezing pussy
was dishing out.  Rippling muscular contractions caressed my shaft, like a
magic-fingers massage, but better, because I didn't need to feed the
machine with quarters.  All I needed to feed her with was my cock.

   Ro looked up at me, her eyes seemingly independently mobile.  I laughed
at the overwhelmed expression she had, and she smacked my ass in response.

   "You think it's funny, fucking me into a coma?" she giggled, blowing
bedraggled, sweaty hair out of her face.  "This is how you treat someone
you love?  How do you treat enemies?"

   "Oh, I fuck them too, just not so literally," I smiled, resuming my
previous pace of insertion.  Ro grunted, and grabbed my head with both
hands.

   "Then I'm glad you love me," she whispered, and pulled me down for
another kiss, "because I like it when you fuck me, literally!"

   I pulled out of her snug orifice, and she whimpered her dislike of the
empty feeling my departure left...  until she realized what I wanted. 
Yelping like a happy puppy, she took a position on her hands and knees in
seconds, then dropped her torso flat, wiggling her sexy ass in the air. 
Her gaping, drooling cunt begged to be stuffed full again, so I did,
sliding into her warm sheath in one motion.

   "Ooooooooooh fuck!  I do so looooove doggie!  So thick, and deep!" she
hissed, flexing her firm glutes under my grasp.

   I started slow, but she wasn't the only one who loved to fuck this way,
and for most of the same reasons, or at least their male equivalent. 
Tight, smooth, and deep, her pussy gripped my thrusting cock in an embrace
that was guaranteed to make me cum soon.  Additionally, I was able to watch
her cunt, stretching open when I pushed in, and with her lips being tugged
out around my withdrawing stroke.  Quite the secondary stimulus, it had me
pounding her furiously, slamming into her cushioning ass.  Ro was squealing
with each collision, cumming repeatedly, and I was about to join her.

   "Gonna cum baby!" I grunted, and detonated.  I held her hips tight while
I ground my cock into her hard, spraying the contents of my balls into my
sister's cunt with a gasp at each spasm.  Funny how cumming totally screws
up a man's coordination, as I twitched, convulsed, and jerked behind her,
using my grip on her to keep from falling over, at least for as long as I
could.

   I lost my hold on her ass, and crashed down beside her on the bed, on my
side, facing her.  Her hair was over her face, with a few strands
fluttering in Ro's gasping breaths.  We laid there, recovering, for a few
minutes, before she suddenly giggled.

   "What?" I asked, laughing back at her.

   "Cum dripping, tickling my pussy...  " she whispered.  "Oh my god."

   We never did have dinner that night.  Our 'quickie', nearly an hour
long, had wrecked us both for the evening, and we resigned ourselves to a
few bites of leftovers before finally just collapsing in each other's arms,
and sleeping with the deep satisfaction of committed lovers.

   ***

   The next day, I was determined to solve the issue of Isabella.

   "Isabella, I need to talk to you, please," I said as I walked into my
office.  She was sitting there, pecking at her keyboard, and looking every
bit as yummy as any other day.  She picked up her pad, and followed me in.
"Sit, please."

   "Bene, David.  How is your sister enjoying Roma?  " she asked, smiling
sarcastically.

   "She's having a great time," I replied, "and I think I should confess
something to you.  We weren't exactly honest when you met her...." I
continued, hoping this next bit would work, and that she was sufficiently
surprised when Ro burst in on us that she didn't hear her call me 'bro'. 
"Carolyn isn't my sister ; she's my girlfriend.  We had a fight, and I was
kind of, um, using you to make her, um...  jealous.  But now we're back
together.  I apologize for misleading you." She was glaring at me.

   "If she is your girlfriend, why did you not sleep with her?  And why did
she say she was your sister?  " she asked, suspiciously.

   "Well, like I said, we had a fight.  Besides, sometimes I snore too loud
for her.  And she was trying to get rid of you without a scene," I
answered, hoping it would deflect her curiosity.  "Look, Isabella, I know
it was a shitty thing to do, using you like that.  I'll understand if you
want to stop being my secretary.  I'm very sorry....  You're such a
beautiful woman, it's only fair you should know the truth, and share your
time with someone who can treat you the way you deserve to be treated." I
was laying it on thick, but I wasn't about to fail again.  I hoped that
taking full responsibility and blame would convince her I was being
truthful.  After all, who willingly takes the heat if they don't have to?

   Isabella stepped closer.  I could see the rage in her eyes, and the way
she was clenching her jaw led me to believe I was about to bear the brunt
of her wrath.  Breaking up with an Italian woman could be very dramatic.

   I was looking at her eyes, trying to convey a sense of contrition with
my own.  I didn't see it coming.

   She hit me!  A slap so hard it rattled the fillings of my third cousin,
twice removed.  She cocked her hand for a second one, but apparently it
hurt her pretty paw as much as it had my face, so she held back.

   "Maiale!...  You pig!" she spat, translating so I wouldn't miss her
point.  "Find yourself another secretary!" She spun on her heels, and
stormed out.

   I rubbed my chin, soothing the sting of her parting shot.  I smiled.

   "She hates me.  That went better than I'd hoped," I whispered to myself.
"Perfect!"

   ***

   Indeed, it did work perfectly.  A little too perfectly.

   Despite the fact that I was immediately on the phone, letting Human
Resources know that I needed a new assistant, citing personality conflicts,
I found myself and my new assistant at odds as soon as she arrived from the
secretarial pool.  Maria, the new recruit, had obviously heard the gossip
from Isabella, and was only willing to do exactly what was spelled out in
her job description.

   I wasn't expecting blowjobs, just cooperation, but if I didn't
specifically tell her to do it, she wouldn't.  It turned out to be the same
with everyone they sent me, over the next week or so.  All the girls had
formed an anti-David union, of sorts, and it started to have an effect on
my work, slowing me down because I had to do tasks that Isabella had done
myself.  I was being taught a lesson.

   While I wanted her to back off the illicit after hours activities,
including those that happened during stolen moments at work, I didn't
really expect dumping Isabella to be the downward turning point in my
career.  She was sabotaging me, and I needed to find a way around the
minefield of revenge she had laid in my path.

   Those were challenges for another day.  Despite the difficulties, I felt
I was successful, as I had freed us of the one major complication standing
in our way.  When I told Ro about the events of the day, she had a good
giggle, but gave me a nice kiss on the cheek that had taken the full force
of Isabella's anger.

   Work problems aside, the departure of Isabella took my relationship with
Ro to the next level.  We were now free to do anything we wanted with each
other, and my sister immersed herself in the role of my live-in girlfriend,
even visiting me at work a few times, and taking me out to lunch.

   ***

   Ro was very excited.  She'd been that way since I told her we had been
given tickets to the Rigoletto at Teatro dell'Opera di Roma.  Opera was far
from my usual fare, but she was ecstatic, and I enjoyed seeing her all
wound up about it.  It would also be my first opportunity to see the new
dress she had bought a week or so ago.  She had graciously declined my
several attempts to get her to model it for me, including one which
finished with me on my knees, begging for it.  She wanted me to be
surprised.  I was.

   She breezed out of her room, which had been repurposed as a dressing
room, looking absolutely stunning.  My jaw hit the floor, and she giggled
happily, doing the announcements herself as she strutted toward me on an
imaginary catwalk.

   "Here we have the lovely Carolyn Willson," she laughed, twirling on her
high heels to display herself for me, "in the latest from 'La casa di
Luigi', a gorgeous, shirred sheath in metallic heather grey, with
asymmetric colourblocking to enhance the curves and bustline." She smiled,
and spun again, flinging her hair in an arc, and doing her best sultry
fashion model pout, hands on cocked hips.

   Okay, let's be honest...  if you've been paying attention at all so far,
you know that Ro has plenty of curves that don't really need enhancing, and
her bustline was packed full of deliciously round, firm breasts that didn't
need a false shadow to make them more prominent.  The thin, spaghetti
straps held those breasts up, somehow, in the absence of a bra.  The lower
half of the dress hugged her hips snugly, reaching just short of her knees,
and slit on both sides high enough to see the lower half of her ass when
she walked.

   "Are you sure you want to wear that out, baby?" I asked, staring with
unbridled lust at her.  "You could get us arrested, and I might not be able
to control myself."

   "That's the general idea.  I rather like being the object of your
desire, " she whispered, stepping over into my arms and kissing me gently.
"Except for the 'getting arrested' part, although perhaps we could make
good use of some handcuffs!" She arched her eyebrows and grinned.

   I suddenly had an image of Ro tied, spread-eagled, on my bed.  She
tugged and struggled against her bindings, her naked body covered with a
sheen of sweat that shone in the dim light.  Her big tits quivered as she
contorted her body.  I was just about to take a position before her between
her thighs and begin feasting on her delicious pussy, when she jolted me
from my daydream by pressing her plump lips on mine.

   "Uh oh," she laughed, "I think I gave you an idea.....  one you like,
based on the state of your not so little friend here." Her hand gently
caressed the fresh bulge in my pants.  "You can tie me down and fuck me to
your hearts content later.  Right now, we need to get moving, or we'll be
late."

   A short taxi ride later, we arrived at the opera house.  I noticed that
the taxi driver was having a hard time keeping his eyes on the road, and
off Ro's big, jiggling tits.  I couldn't blame him, really, as the rough
Roman roads were causing her chest to be very mobile.

   My darling hugged my arm against her as we walked into the hall.  I had
a surprise for her too.  I hadn't told her that the tickets we had been
given were for a private box, and the look on her face as we reached the
top of the mezzanine stairs and turned right, was priceless.  The usher
showed us to the small balcony-like box, which had only four seats in it,
all empty, as the other two would remain, leaving us on our own.

   I mentioned before that Carolyn had a thing for old architecture.  This
building was opened in 1880, so it was old....  in any other city.  In a
city with a history that encompasses thousands of years, and where the
buildings built 500 years ago are considered 'early modern', it was just a
pup.  Still, my sister did appreciate the overall decor.  After we sat in
our box, soaking up the ambiance for a few minutes, she excused herself to
appreciate the decor of the ladies room.

   I had a feeling that Ro was doing something besides attending to the
call of nature.  When she returned, I decided to check, gently caressing
her ass before she sat down.  I didn't feel anything except the fabric of
her dress, and the firm, muscular curves of her bottom.

   "Ro, darling, did you remove your panties, you naughty girl?" I asked as
I kissed the side of her neck.  She just smiled, and crossed her sexy legs.


   "Actually," she breathed, returning the kiss directly, "no, my love.  I
didn't need to.  I left them in my drawer at home.  Feel free to check!"

   I decided to defer that confirmation until later....  at least until the
lights went down.  Apparently, the lighting guy was reading my mind, as the
ambient illumination began to drop, and the spotlights glowed brighter on
stage.  Everyone applauded, the curtain raised, and the show commenced.

   Ro lifted the armrest out of the way between us, and leaned back into my
side, wrapping my arm around her.  She placed my hand on her breast, and
hers on top of mine.  We cuddled like that for some time, watching the
performance.  I won't pretend to understand anything that was going on down
on the stage, but the voices were heavenly.

   I felt my sister's lips nibbling at the side of my neck, and turned my
gaze in her direction.  She had a mischievous smile on her face, and
pressed my hand more firmly over her firm globe.  She leaned up and
whispered in my ear.

   "Are you going to make me do all the work?" she breathed, dropping her
free hand in my lap.  "How often does a girl get a chance to be felt up, in
a private box, during the Rigoletto, in Rome?"

   Well, when you put it that way, it does seem like an opportunity that
won't arise every week.

   We spent the rest of the performance surreptitiously caressing each
other.  I found that Ro's panties were indeed absent, and spent the entire
second act gently circling her clit with two fingers.  She was pretty
juicy, and had her hand stroking my hard bulge through my pants, when her
head lolled towards me.

   "Oh fuck, David.....  Don't stop!" she hissed, her body shaking against
mine.  "I'm....  Oh god...  Uhn...  Ahhhhhhhhh!" She buried her face in my
chest and quaked through her orgasm, trying desperately not to scream. 
When she lifted her face and looked up at me, her eyes were sparkling.  She
smiled.  "Ooooooo, boy!"

   If this was opera, consider me a fan.  We missed various small bits of
the performance below us, as Ro's insistant lips found mine several times,
holding my attention despite the best attempts of the singers to draw it
back to them.  We did catch the ending, though.

   Ro stood, applauding, and I couldn't help myself.  Knowing there was
nothing covering that incredible pussy of hers, I ran my hand up her leg.
She slid her foot aside, giving me a bit more room, and clutched the
railing in front of her as my fingers parted the hot lips of her cunt,
insinuating themselves full depth.  I wriggled them inside her, and she
tried not to react too visibly.  Many of the other patrons were shouting
'bravo' and other expressions of appreciation, so my sister's mouth hanging
open and gasping with lust didn't look out of place.  I gave her a couple
of quick plunges, and thumbed her ass.

   "Oh fuck," she gasped, gripping the rail tighter, and letting her head
fall back.  "David, you bastard!  Fuck me!"

   She'd been teasing my with her hand for hours, and nothing would have
pleased me more than to just whip it out and plough her right there, but I
had been trying to avoid Italian prisons lately.  I pulled my fingers out,
and put them in my mouth, savouring the taste of her salty juices.

   "Hey!  Didn't Mom teach you to share?" she laughed, plunking down on my
lap and pulling my fingers into her own mouth.  "Mmmm, I am yummy, if I do
say so myself!"

   "And modest, too," I countered.  "I suppose we should get out of here
before we both go crazy and get naked."

   She didn't answer, instead standing again and bending over to retrieve
her purse.  She wiggled her barely covered ass in my face, but I limited my
reaction to a firm slap on the smooth curves under the single layer of
fabric.

   It was a beautiful night out, and we were only about a half hour walk
from home.  I suggested a romantic stroll, hand in hand, but Ro's eyes
answered the question before she said a word.

   "David, honey, if you don't get me home immediately, and fuck me hard,"
she whispered, grinning lewdly, "I'll be forced to take matters into my own
hands." She gave me the distinct impression that by 'matters', she meant
me.

   "TAXI!" I yelled.

   ***

   We were fortunate to get a taxi quickly, and I gave the driver our
address.  Ro said something in Italian to him, and he suddenly seemed
motivated to get us there fast.

   "What did you tell him," I asked as we blew around a corner in a slide.

   "I said we had a certain amount of money for this trip," she giggled,
holding on for dear life, "and that how much of that was his tip was up to
him!"

   "Clever girl!"

   ***

   The cab screeched to a halt in front of our apartment, and Carolyn
tossed the driver a wad of bills on the way out the door.  I followed,
fumbling with my keys at the door while she paced uncomfortably behind me.
She gave the impression of someone who needed to pee, but I knew her needs
were altogether different.  So were mine.

   Once I got the outer door open, I watched my sister's ass go up the
stairs in front of me, to the first landing, where she waited for me again.
I walked deliberately up the flight.

   "David...  are you teasing me?" she giggled as I reached the next to
last step, where she moved to block my progress.  The one riser difference
made up our height differential nicely, and put her at perfect kissing
height, and she did so, pressing her soft lips to mine with slow passion.
One arm went around my neck, while the other hand cupped my bulge to return
the caress I was giving her ass.

   We held this embrace for an eternal minute, until Ro couldn't wait any
longer.

   "Please, darling....  open the door.  I'm dripping wet, and I need your
big, hard cock inside me!  Please!?"

   I already had the key ready in my hand, so we were inside the apartment
pretty quickly.  While I closed the door and tossed my keys on the hall
table, my sexy red-haired bedmate sashayed over to the edge of the kitchen
peninsula, swinging her hips with each sensual step.

   She placed her small purse on the counter, followed by her hands, as she
bent deeply from the waist, resting her upper body on the smooth granite.
She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, wagging her rump at me.
One hand reached back and flipped the back of her skirt up, revealing the
smooth curves of her glutes, and the glistening wetness between her legs. I
heard her quiet voice wafting through the room.

   "Please fuck me.  Oh god, please....  I need you so badly.  I'm so
horny. Please."

   I looked at her long legs, rising out of her high heels, spread in a
deep V to the apex where her pussy awaited my cock with growing impatience.
Dad always said 'don't keep a lady waiting'.  He probably didn't know I
would be applying his advice to his daughter's pussy, but what he didn't
know wouldn't kill us.

   I kicked off my shoes and dropped my pants on the way over to her,
lowering my shorts as I gripped her hips.  Her four-inch heels made a
stand-up fuck possible, raising her puffy pink slit into easy target range.
She was still whimpering, begging for my cock, with her head resting on her
folded arms.

   The head of my dick nestled between the soft, wet lips of her cunt, and
I pushed, sliding smoothly into her warm embrace.  She certainly wasn't
exaggerating when she said she was dripping wet, and her pussy made little
soggy squelching sounds as I rocked back and forth inside her.

   "Mmmm, that's better!" she groaned, "My poor little pussy was so lonely,
and empty.  Now fuck me, baby...  Fuck me hard!"

   Tightening my grip on her hips, I slammed into her, a resounding 'slap'
echoing through the quiet apartment as I did, followed by an appreciative
grunt from Ro.  Within seconds, I had found a rhythm of furious,
piston-like strokes deep into her wet folds.  She was perched on her
elbows, now, moaning in time to my thrusts, harmonizing nicely with my own
groans and the percussion of our colliding flesh.  I reached forward and
dragged the thin straps of her dress over her shoulders, rolling the top of
the sheath down around her waist.

   Her big tits bobbed free, hanging down and brushing her hard nipples
across the cold polished granite of the countertop.  She giggled at the new
stimulation, then sighed as I cupped the resilient flesh of her breasts in
both hands, squeezing them while I continued to pound her pussy
relentlessly.  Her moans of joy began to form words.

   "Mnah!...  Yes!...  Yes!...  Oh baby, you...  Fuck me...  So good!... 
Your...  Cock..  So hard!..  Gonna...  Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhn!...  CUMMMMMMMING!"
she shrieked, pushing back against each stroke as her orgasm made her body
shudder.  "Fuu...  uuu...  uuu...  cck...  YES!"

   Ro's legs wobbled, then buckled, but I caught her before she fell.  She
rested her forehead on the cool stone slab while she gasped and tried to
regain her senses.  I held her close, wrapping my arms around her from
behind as I helped her stay vertical.  She leaned back against me and
groaned.

   "Fuck, David!  What you do to me!  Your dick should have a warning label
on it...  'May cause extreme orgasms and addiction'." She turned carefully
in my arms, nearly toppling off her heels again, and attacking my mouth
with a voraciously hungry kiss that caught me a bit by surprise.  One hand
found its way down to stroke my gooey cock, while the other held my head in
place, until she finally pulled away, hopping up onto the counter. 
"Ooooooo, that's cold!" she laughed, tugging me closer with her own
personal handle, which she directed back into its hiding place.  "Okay,
baby, I've had my fun.  It's your turn.  Fuck my pussy real good, and when
you're ready, blow your wad all over my face, please."

   My face must have shown some of the surprise I felt at her request.

   "Like I told you...  I'm your personal slut, and I haven't had a good
facial for quite a while.  I looooove the feel of hot, sticky cum all over
my face!  You wouldn't deny me that, would you?" she pouted.

   My dick was already seated deep inside her oozing cunt.  The thought of
blasting what would probably be a pretty big load on my darling sister's
pretty, sexy face made it twitch.  She felt it and smiled.

   "Oh!  You like it!  You like bad girls, huh?" she giggled, leaning back
on her arms.  "Well, I'm all yours, so use me up, baby!"

   I started to fuck her again, drilling into her pussy with long, strong
thrusts, our bodies crashing against each other loudly.  Her breasts
bounced and shimmied in response to my strokes, drawing my eyes
irresistibly, and Ro saw my eyeline lock in on them.  She wasn't going to
miss the chance to excite me further.

   "That's it, David.  Fuck my hot cunt, and make my tits bounce!  You like
that, don't you, big brother?  You like the way my boobs bounce when you're
fucking me, huh?" I grunted and nodded.  "Yeah, I like it, too," she
hissed, "it feels great!  Are my tits big enough for you, baby?  I got
nice, big ones just for you....  Did you know that?  I knew you had a thing
for big jugs, so I had them done bigger than that bitch Kate's.  If she
hadn't cheated, I would have tried to steal you anyway, David, because I
Love You, and I've always wanted to fuck you, just like this, every day for
the rest of my life!"

   Oh god.  I was going to blow, big time, from the hours of teasing, and
then the fucking, and now she's winding me up even more with her big,
jiggling melons and her lascivious commentary.  That she wanted me bad
enough to redesign her body for my own pleasure is the icing on the
proverbial cake.

   Speaking of icing....  I pulled out of her and stepped back, making room
for her as she scrambled off the counter and dropped to her knees.  I
jerked furiously.

   "Oh yeah, stroke that big dick for me, baby!  Stroke it and spray me! 
Cum for me!  Cum all over my face!"

   Fireworks!  Rockets launching!  Earthquakes!  All paled next to the
feeling I had as the first unstoppable surge of scalding semen arced out of
my cock, landing with a wet 'plop' across her face, a diagonal stripe of
goo that reached from her neck to her hair.  Now that the dam was breached,
the flow was prodigious, and several more jets of cum joined the first,
like parallel and crossing runways at an airport.  Ro blew nasty little
bubbles through the slick that crossed her lips, and smiled up at me from
under her fresh coating of moisturizer.  Only when I was firing empty
chambers did I stop stroking, only to have her grab my flagging dick and
inhale it, sucking the last few drops from me.

   Now it was my turn to get wobbly, so I leaned back against the wall, and
watched my little sister as she ran her fingers through the puddles of
spunk, directing the flow towards her hungry mouth.  She licked and
scooped, gobbling down everything she could gather, until there was little
left but the streaks in her hair, and a few tiny drops on her eyebrows and
lashes.  She combed her fingers through the gloppy mess in her hair and
giggled.

   "I guess I should have a shower, shouldn't I?" she said, standing up
again.  "Why don't you go lay down.  I'll join you in bed in a few
minutes."

   All I could do is nod, and stagger off in the general direction of the
bedroom, using the walls to hold me up.  I was asleep before she slipped in
beside me, but I woke a few hours later in her arms.

   What a woman.

   ***

   When I had moved to Italy, my company had done all the paperwork, so I
hadn't really investigated the requirements very thoroughly.  I knew my
transition had gone quite smoothly, but until now, didn't know why.  As it
turns out, Italy doesn't really care for foreign nationals taking
employment in their country....  unless the nation in question is part of
the European Union.

   Hallelujah!  Now it made sense.  Who knew that history would play such a
part in allowing my sister and I to continue our love affair.

   Dear old Dad, bless his heart, had been in a similar situation many
years ago, just before my birth, getting shipped off to London when Mom was
six months pregnant with me.  I was born there, as was Ro, although she was
only four months old when his posting ended, and we moved back to the
States.  Officially, we had dual citizenship, even though we both
considered ourselves Americans.  But for purposes of my plan, Carolyn
Willson was a Brit.

   I hadn't wanted to broach the subject until I was sure it was possible
from my end, but now that I had been given the green light by the company,
this seemed as good a time as any.

   After our Friday of opera, and extreme sex, we slept in on Saturday
morning.  Ro padded back into the room, two coffees in hand and not a
stitch on, taking her spot next to me.  I took the cup she offered, and
sipped it slowly.

   "Ro, I have a proposal for you," I said.  She laughed, almost choking on
her coffee.

   "Um, okay," she replied.  "Freud might have a field day with that choice
of words, but I'm listening." I decided to let that comment slide for now,
although the thought was intriguing.

   "How would you like to be my assistant at work?" I asked.

   Crickets.  That's what I heard.  I looked at her, and she was in stunned
silence.

   "Really?" she gasped.  "You want me to work with you?"

   "Ro, I need someone I can trust, and who will work with me, not for me.
You speak Italian already, so you're ahead of me there.  Since the Isabella
incident, I have been frozen out by the secretarial pool, so I asked if I
could hire someone new from outside the company.  They said yes, and
because of our unique citizenship situation, you qualify.  It goes without
saying that you are not my sister, as far as they are concerned," I
explained.

   "Right....  what sister?  You ain't got no sister," she laughed.

   "I assume that our relationship has changed your vacation plans,
somewhat.  Want to make that a more permanent arrangement?" Jeez, I almost
was proposing, wasn't I?

   She smiled brightly, then batted her eyelashes.

   "Gee, I don't know...  I hear you made sexual advances with your last
secretary.  Are you sure you're not hitting on me?" she giggled.

   "I'm not sure we could top last night!" I groaned, "but you make a good
point.  I promise to keep my hands off my hot assistant while we're working
together."

   "Where's the fun in that?" she pouted, then extended her hand.  "Deal.
You now have a new sexatary!  How about ASS-istant?" she laughed, shaking
my hand as I took hers.

   She put her coffee down, then moved down the bed like a hungry lioness.
She took my cock in her hand and looked up at me.

   "What are you up to?" I asked cautiously.

   "Just working on a promotion," she whispered, and swallowed my dick,
sucking deeply.

   Oh.  My.  God.

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