


Darling Nikki

by clearwinston



Category: Incest/Taboo
Published: 2015-12-17
Updated: 2015-12-17
Packaged: 2017-05-13 06:25:40
Chapters: 1
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/darling-nikki-4
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1379904&page=submissions
Summary: Broken hearts give siblings an opportunity.
Erotica Tags: Anal, Blowjobs, Brother, Brother-Sister, Intercourse, Oral Sex,
Siblings, Sister
Average Rating: 4.71






        Darling Nikki


"My butt's too big," complained Nikki, looking at herself in the mirror.  
  
"Shut up, it is not." Lila was sick of having this same complaint thrown at
her by her best friend.  
  
"I did whatever he wanted," Nikki said, spinning to face the thin brunette
lying on Nikki's bed. "Why else would he break up with me?"  
  
"Because he's an asshole." She pushed herself up and sat on the edge of the
bed. "Tim doesn't deserve you; it's as simple as that." She stood and turned
sideways toward her friend, stroking her own ass. "Besides, I wish I had an
ass like that. Look at this," she said, pointing to her own backside. "I have
NO butt at all. I look like a graham cracker."  
  
Nikki laughed, making Lila laugh as well. "Derek likes it," Nikki reminded.  
  
"No," she said, "Derek likes ME. He's said a little more meat would be nice."  
  
"What?! That's terrible!"  
  
"Not really," she shrugged. "I think it's sweet that even though I'm not
perfect, he loves me. Even though I don't have tits or an ass, he loves me
just the way I am." She smiled as she thought of the way Derek looked at her
and touched her. He had never volunteered that he wished she was a little
fuller, but he just answered honestly when she had asked.  
  
"I can't believe you let him say that!"  
  
"I didn't. I asked, and he answered honestly. Then he said he still thought I
was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. Hence, the proposal," she smiled,
wagging her hand with the modest diamond ring.  
  
"I can't believe you guys are getting married," Nikki pouted, plopping down on
her bed. Lila dropped next to her, causing her to bounce a little.  
  
"We're not moving away or anything. And because he works rotating shifts,
there will still be plenty of time for me to hang out with my besty!"  
  
"Aww, you're sweet." Nikki rested her head on Lila's shoulder. Lila wrapped
her arm around her blonde friend's shoulder and kissed the top of her head.  
  
"Thank you for not making fun of the bride's maid dresses," said Lila.  
  
"Thank you for not choosing horrible ones," replied her best friend. They both
smiled.  
  
After a pause, Lila muttered, "Tim's a dickhead." Nikki smiled and wrapped her
arms around her friend.  
  
******  
  
Mark Gregory pulled his dripping dick from the tiny, shaved Korean pussy, with
a sigh. "Damn, Beck, you're always amazing." He looked down at her with a
smile. A thin sheen of sweat coated her small body: tan and lean with tiny
breasts and medium brown nipples. She giggled at him as she lay on her bed.  
  
"That's because you're the best," Becky said, sitting up. "You always make me
come so good." Mark took her hand and helped her up off the bed before kissing
her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he picked her up with his arms
around her waist. She squealed and laughed, wrapping her legs around him. They
kissed happily before he set her down again. "Let me get something to clean
up."  
  
Mark nodded and fell back onto the bed. His girlfriend walked to the bathroom
as he watched her tight little ass clench with every step. At no taller than
five feet tall, she was less than eighty pounds and always the top of the
cheerleader pyramid, the one they threw in the air to be caught by others.
Mark was in love with her.  
  
At 22 years old, Mark was finishing up college this semester and had plans to
propose to Becky. He had an interview with the cyber-security company his
cousin worked at, next week. If he got the job, he would propose and look for
a place to start his life together with Becky. He smiled at her as he watched
her walk back in from the bathroom with a washcloth. Her face was smooth and
clear, her eyes small, like the rest of her features. Becky's breasts were
tiny cones, capped with small, dark nipples and her body was completely
hairless except for the hair on her head and her thin eyebrows. Her smile was
contagious and her laugh always cheered him up, no matter what.  
  
She put her foot up on the bed and cleaned herself up before leaning over him
and gently cleaning his cock and balls.  
  
"I love you, babe," he said quietly, stroking her cheek.  
  
"I love you, too."  
  
"We still on for tomorrow?"  
  
She sighed. "That's. . . what I wanted to talk to you about."  
  
"Uh oh."  
  
"No, it's okay. It's just that. . . my parents are coming into town and they
want to meet you."  
  
"Okay. When?"  
  
"Really?"  
  
"Yeah," he laughed lightly. "Really! I love you!"  
  
"Oh, okay," she smiled. "Um. . . tomorrow?"  
  
"Do they have a ride from the airport?"  
  
"I don't know."  
  
"Find out. We can pick them up at the airport."  
  
******  
  
"Hot date?" asked Nikki as she collapsed onto her brother's bed.  
  
"I'm meeting Becky's parents today," he said, turning from the mirror as he
worked the pomade through his hair. He smiled with his eyebrows raised.  
  
"Wow! The parents!"  
  
"Yeah," he sighed. "I'm pretty nervous about it." He paused and shook his
head. "But I love her. I'm going to marry her, Nikki."  
  
"I've never heard you talk like that about anyone before."  
  
"I know," he said. "I kind of can't believe it myself," he laughed.  
  
"Well, good for you, then!"  
  
He turned back to the mirror and worked at his hair with his fingers. "Big
plans for tonight?" He asked.  
  
"No. Since Tim. . . " She shook her head. "No. No plans."  
  
"Oh, shit, I'm sorry. What happened?"  
  
"I don't know. He just broke it off."  
  
"That sucks, Nik."  
  
"Yeah. You know what, though? Fuck him! If I'm not what he wants, I'll find
someone better, someone who appreciates me for who I am."  
  
"Damn right!" Mark nodded. "Tim's a dipshit for dropping you like that."  
  
"Yeah, right," she said, rolling her eyes and falling back onto the bed. "I'm
not that special."  
  
"Yes, you are." He sat down at his sister's hip. "Nikki, there are lots of
guys who are looking for a woman like you."  
  
"Shut up."  
  
"I'm serious. You're beautiful, fun, funny, outgoing. . ."  
  
"Okay, that's enough," she laughed. She sat up and hugged her brother. "Thanks
for trying to make me feel better." She kissed him on the cheek and bounced
off the bed. "You need to finish getting ready. You don't want to be late.
It's already going to be hard enough for you to make a good first impression."
She squealed when a pillow flew at her, hitting the doorframe as she ducked
away.  
  
******  
  
"Remember my Korean name?" asked Becky as she waited with Mark by the baggage
claim.  
  
"Yun."  
  
"Kind of," she laughed. She corrected his pronunciation and he repeated it
until he got it right.  
  
"Remember to call me that around my parents, at least for tonight. My father
is still old school and even though I was born in the US, he thinks denying my
Korean name means I'm disrespecting our culture. And when you shake his hand,
don't forget to bow a little, like I showed you."  
  
"Right. Got it."  
  
"Don't worry. You'll be fine. They'll love you."  
  
"Yun!" her mother cried. Becky and Mark turned to see an attractive, young-
looking Asian woman quickly approaching, her arms outstretched.  
  
"Umma!" Becky cried, speaking rapid Korean to her mother as they embraced and
talked while Mark looked on. "Appa!" she greeted her father. He smiled as he
hugged her back before turning to look at the young man standing next to his
only daughter. His face was serious. Mark extended his hand and bowed slightly
as Becky's father gripped it firmly.  
  
"Anyoung hashimnikka."  
  
"My daughter has taught you well," he said.  
  
"Yun is a very special young woman," Mark said, standing tall again and
releasing his grip as soon as her father loosed his own grip.  
  
"She is," he said.  
  
"Umma, Appa, this is Mark. Mark, these are my parents, Yung and Itta Hom."  
  
"Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Hom. It is an honor to meet you."  
  
"Come, Mark," said Mr. Hom. "We will get the bags while the women talk."  
  
"Yes, sir." Mark smiled at Becky who nodded at him quickly before he turned
and followed his future father-in-law to the carousel. He heard her mother and
smiled to himself when she spoke.  
  
"He's so handsome. And respectful," she beamed.  
  
"He's a good man," answered Becky. "I love him."  
  
******  
  
As the Hom's ate dinner with Mark, the conversation moved toward their future.  
  
"Well," Mark said, looking over at Becky before wiping his mouth and placing
his napkin back in his lap, "I love Bec. . . Yun. I'm graduating this semester
and I'm interviewing with a technology company, designing cyber-security
systems. It's not an internship, but a full-time job opportunity in the career
I studied for. I think I have a good chance. If I'm offered the job," he
looked over at Becky, "I'm going to ask your daughter to marry me." He smiled
at her and her eyes grew big, accompanied by a huge smile.  
  
"I see," said Mr. Hom. "And if you don't get the job?"  
  
"Then I'll keep looking until I do get one. I want to marry Yun and to make
sure she is well provided for. I can't see my life without her."  
  
"Let me ask you a question, Mark."  
  
"Yes, sir."  
  
"Can you bring this job to New York?"  
  
"What? Why?" Mark asked, confused.  
  
"If you want to be with my daughter, that's where you will need to be, at
least for a while."  
  
"Appa," Yun interrupted. Her father cut her off with some quick, stern Korean.
She sat quietly and nodded. "Yes, Appa," she mumbled, looking at the table.
Her mother patted her hand sympathetically.  
  
Mr. Hom turned back to Mark. "As I was saying, when Yun graduates, she will
come to New York to work with me. If you want to marry her, you will need to
come to work for me and prove yourself. After that, if I feel you can care for
her, you can marry her and go to work wherever you like."  
  
Mark was stunned. He had not expected this. He looked over at Becky, who
looked up at him humbly and hung her head again.  
  
"No offense, Mr. Hom, but I've spent a lot of time preparing for a career in
this field. If I don't stay in the field and grow with it, I'll be behind in
six months and I'll never get a job in it. And with all due respect, sir, your
daughter is a grown woman and she should be able to decide if she wants to
marry me."  
  
"Mark," Becky said quickly, but she was cut off again.  
  
"Mr. Gregory," said her father, "You may be your own man and I know it is hard
for you to understand my way, but if you want to marry my daughter and be a
part of my family, this is what that looks like."  
  
Mark looked at Becky, then to her father.  
  
"Can I think about it? Talk to Yun?"  
  
"Fine. I will expect your answer tomorrow morning." He stood and extended his
hand. Mark stood and shook his hand. Mrs. Hom and Becky stood as well. Becky's
mother kissed her cheek and Becky and Mark turned to leave as Mr. Hom paid the
check.  
  
Back in the car, Becky spoke first. "I didn't know you were going to do that,"
she said quietly.  
  
"I know, and I'm sorry."  
  
"I'm not sorry you said it," she smiled. "I just wasn't prepared. I was hoping
by the time we talked about getting married, that I could have told you what
my father expected."  
  
"You knew he was going to make me work for him to marry you?"  
  
She nodded. "I'm sorry."  
  
"Why didn't you say anything, Becky?" Mark was clearly perturbed.  
  
"I just said I didn't know we were talking about marriage yet!"  
  
They drove quietly for a couple of minutes. "I know. I'm sorry."  
  
"Me, too," replied Becky. After a brief pause, "So, what do you think? Do you
want to work for my dad so we can get married?"  
  
"I want to marry you more than anything, Becky, but if I get out of the field,
it's going to look like a giant black hole on my resume. I can't take a year
or two off and hope to swing back in ready to go. If a company has a choice
between me, someone with two years of experience while I sat out, and/or
someone fresh out of school, I won't stand a chance."  
  
"I understand."  
  
"Can I convince him to let you marry me while I still work at another job?
Hell, I was just asking out of courtesy! We don't need anyone's permission to
get married!"  
  
"I do!" She began to cry. "You don't get it, Mark! I can't get married without
my parents' approval! I wouldn't feel right, and it could create a problem
with them for the rest of their lives! They won't just get over it in a couple
of years, seeing that we really love each other. I will always be the
disrespectful daughter and you will always be the irresponsible man who caused
it. Even having children wouldn't change their mind, Mark."  
  
"I thought that was all old school and they didn't do that anymore."  
  
"They won't arrange a marriage for me or anything, but respect and honor are
still a huge part of Korean culture, even in America."  
  
"So now what?" He asked.  
  
Becky looked at her lap and shook her head, trying to think.  
  
They drove in silence for a few minutes and Mark had an idea. He had Becky
call her father on the phone and spoke with him through the car's connection.  
  
"Mr. Hom?"  
  
"Yes?"  
  
"It's Mark, sir. I'm here with Yun and I would like to make an offer to
consider. May we come see you at the hotel?"  
  
"That's fine."  
  
"Thank you. We'll be right there."  
  
He hung up and Becky asked what was going on. Mark explained his idea and they
parked outside a bookstore with wireless internet. He pulled his laptop from
his bag and connected to the net. Becky watched quietly as he worked, asking
him a couple of times what he was doing. He worked for about ten minutes and
then closed the laptop.  
  
"Let's go," he said.  
  
"I hope this works."  
  
"Me, too."  
  
******  
  
Jeff Gregory and his wife, Marilyn looked at each other in shared confusion as
their daughter, Nikki, stormed into the kitchen and slammed her purse on the
table before opening the refrigerator.  
  
"Nikki? Honey?" her mother began  
  
"I don't want to talk about it," Nikki replied through gritted teeth before
ripping a soda from the plastic ring connecting six together. She slammed the
refrigerator door and made a comment about Tim before bolting upstairs and
yelling "good night!" to her parents.  
  
"What's a douche nozzle?" asked Jeff.  
  
"Apparently it's the best description of our daughter's ex-boyfriend," Marilyn
shrugged before turning her attention back to her puzzle. Jeff shrugged as
well and returned to watching the soccer game.  
  
"He did not tell them that!" blurted Lila, in disbelief at what her best
friend was telling her over the phone.  
  
"The fuck he didn't!" Nikki answered. "He's making me out to look like a
whore!"  
  
"That's messed up," Lila sighed. After a pause. "Just between you and me, do
you?"  
  
"Ass to mouth? Hell no! That's disgusting!"  
  
"Okay, I'm sorry," she laughed. Nikki snickered with her.  
  
"Besides, we only tried anal that one time and he didn't know what he was
doing. He spit on my crack and smeared it into me, thinking that was going to
be enough lube. Then he couldn't get it in. As soon as he got the head in,
which burned like hell, by the way, he came." She laughed at the absurd
memory. He was so pitiful after that. She didn't mind that he told his friends
that they had done anal and she didn't feel it necessary to demean him. But
now that he had broken up with her, and since he had apparently built a whole
new story around their attempt, it just made him look like a stud and made her
look like a slut. There's no way she would ever suck a dick that had come
straight out of an ass, anyone's ass, including her own. Ick! "I guess that's
what I get for dating a guy who uses porn as sex ed. It was bad enough he
tried to force his dick into my throat, then he goes and does something like
this? No, thanks!"  
  
"Yeah, that's kind of a dick move," Lila agreed.  
  
"Is Derek coming over?"  
  
"Yep. We're going out and then he's going in," she giggled.  
  
"Nice, Lila," Nikki said sarcastically.  
  
******  
  
"You broke into my system?" Mr. Hom asked angrily.  
  
"No, Appa, he didn't do anything! Just listen!"  
  
"Mr. Hom, I was just showing you that your system is vulnerable. It didn't
take me any time at all to access your system from the outside." Mark pointed
to the screen on his laptop and said, "I can help with this! If you want me to
come work for you, let me do your cyber-security. I can set it up to protect
you and can stay on top of it for you."  
  
"You're a crook! You disrespect me by demanding something like this from me?
And you break into my business?" His face was red and trembling as he spoke.  
  
"Appa!" Becky was again cut off by her father as he drove her back with harsh
Korean.  
  
******  
  
Nikki was startled when she heard Mark's tires squeal on the street as he
skidded to a stop before slamming the front door behind him. She was home
alone and was on the couch watching a movie. She would normally be out with
Tim or Lila, but neither was an option right now. The last thing she wanted
was to deal with any of her friends, except Lila, who was probably busy
getting drilled by her fiancé at this very minute.  
  
"Hey!" she sat up when the door slammed and looked at Mark. "What the hell
happened?"  
  
"It's over!" he said angrily.  
  
"What's over? Becky?"  
  
"Yep! Her father won't let her marry me. He wanted me to come work for him in
New York, but that would put me out of the career I had prepared for. Becky
and I tried to convince him to let me do cyber-security for his company, but
he called me a crook! Becky won't marry me without their approval, and her
father put a nail in that coffin tonight, so we're through! Finished!"  
  
"Oh, my god," she said, rising from the sofa. She quickly came to him and
wrapped her arms around his waist. "I'm sorry."  
  
He hugged her back. "I can't believe it," he said quietly.  
  
"That sucks."  
  
"So, I guess this is us, huh? Alone at home on a Saturday night?"  
  
"We're not alone," Nikki smiled. "We have each other. Besides," she shrugged,
"When is the last time we got to do something together?"  
  
"Yeah, I guess it's been forever."  
  
"You know what we need? We need to get blasted. Come on, let's go to Baron's
and forget about tonight."  
  
"I could definitely use a drink," said Mark.  
  
"At least one," she answered, lightly punching him in the arm. "Let me go
change and we'll go."  
  
******  
  
An hour later they were at the far end of the bar, laughing and talking.
Neither of them was too concerned about their lost loves now. They had both
had enough to drink that all that misery was forgotten, at least for the time
being. It wasn't long before a young man approached Nikki, offering to buy her
a drink. He was a pretty good-looking guy, she thought, but she turned him
down politely. He acknowledged her rebuff and told her that the offer still
stood if she changed her mind.  
  
Within the hour, she had been approached and/or propositioned by two more
guys. The first was kind, though bold, but the second was kind of a jerk.
Nikki put her arm on her brother's, gripping it tightly when the guy said,
"Sorry. I didn't know you were a dyke." She wasn't doing it because she was
pissed; that guy didn't matter to her. She did it because she knew her brother
would jump to fight the guy and she was letting him know not to. She felt the
hard muscles tense in her grasp, but a few seconds after the guy walked away,
Mark relaxed again.  
  
"Thank you for wanting to defend me," Nikki said quietly.  
  
"Any time. You don't need some jackass hitting on you. You deserve a good
man."  
  
Nikki leaned into him and wrapped her hands around his arm. "You're so good to
me." He kissed her on the top of her head and finished off his drink. "Hey,"
she said, "Let's get out of here. I want to go dancing."  
  
"Dancing?" he asked with a look of disdain. "Where are we going to go
dancing?"  
  
"I don't know. I kind of want to do some slow dancing. What do you say? Want
to dance with me?"  
  
"I don't know, Nik."  
  
"Come on," she whined. "You've been good all night, don't let me down now."  
  
"Fine," he sighed. "Let's go." He stood and she clapped giddily before taking
his hand and leading him out the front door of the bar. She hailed a cab and
they were off to a smaller jazz club where they could dance a little to some
live jazz. It was the only way they were guaranteed not to have any bass-
thumping house music interrupting them. They were both in the mood to be held
and Mark was reminded of his first homecoming dance. Not the music so much,
but the feeling of dancing with a girl for the first time. He rarely went
dancing, but he knew Nikki loved it. Becky did, too, only privately. They
danced at home on occasion, but never in a club or at a ball.  

He thought of the tiny waist of his little Korean girlfriend, her small
breasts, the look she gave him as she blew him, and the feel and look of her
beautiful pussy while they fucked. His eyes were closed as he listened to her
whimpering as his heavy dick moved inside her.  
  
"What is it?" Nikki interrupted.  
  
"What?" he asked, confused.  
  
Nikki quietly said, so that only he could hear, "I feel you pressing against
me. Is it Becky?"  
  
"Oh, shit, Nik, I'm sorry," Mark blurted, pulling away.  
  
"It's fine," she laughed. "I get it." She pulled him back in. "Besides, it's
not the first boner I've felt when dancing with a guy."  
  
"Yeah, but I'm your brother."  
  
"I know." She pulled back and looked him in the eye. "I know you love her.
It's okay to dance with me and to still be thinking of her. I mean, it's still
very fresh on your mind, just like Tim is on mine. I mean, I know it's
different," she shrugged, "But, still. . ."  
  
I really love her, Nikki," he sighed, "But I can't compete with her family.
You know what, though? She'll find someone who can do what her father wants
and won't demand that she choose between her parents and her relationship. And
I know that in time I'll find someone, too."  
  
"I know you will! And I will, too!" She smiled and kissed him on the cheek
before settling against him to continue dancing. "Becky was a lucky girl. And
the next girl will be lucky, too."  
  
"Any man would be lucky to have you, Nik." They hugged each other more tightly
and continued to dance quietly as the jazz band played.  
  
After a few minutes, Nikki quietly spoke, "As nice as this has been, Mark, I
can't take much more jazz. Let's go home."  
  
"Sounds good to me," he said. As they walked outside, Mark noticed a liquor
store two doors down. "I want to get something to take home. We'll order a
pizza and we can eat and drink to our hearts' content."  
  
"Let's go," she agreed with a smile. She ordered a pizza online through her
phone while they picked up a few bottles before hailing another cab to take
them back to the house.  
  
Mark had just set the bottles down on the counter and Nikki had gone upstairs
to change when the pizza arrived. When Mark came down from changing into his
lounge pants and t-shirt, his sister was already flipping open a pizza box. He
couldn't help but notice her round ass in her own lounge pants, jiggling a
little as she moved. She was obviously not wearing a bra under her tight, thin
tank top. There was no strap visible in the back. He was hoping she didn't
catch him looking when she turned to look over her shoulder as she sucked a
little sauce off her thumb with a smile. "Pizza's ready," she said, her
turquoise eyes piercing his own.  
  
I must be really horny, he thought. This is your sister.  
  
"Yeah, uh. . . thanks." He walked into the kitchen. "I'll fix the drinks. What
do you want?"  
  
"Jack and Coke?"  
  
"The hard stuff, huh?"  
  
"Where am I going to go that I need to lay off?" she asked with a laugh.  
  
"Point taken. Two Jack and Cokes, coming up."  
  
Nikki laughed as she opened the wing box. She prepped a couple of plates and
carried them into the living room while her brother finished the drinks.  
  
******  
  
A half an hour later, they were laughing as they told stories about their
relationships, which led into other stories of love and sex.  
  
"Let me get this straight," said Mark, laughing and trying to compose himself.
"After it's been in your ass?" Nikki nodded. "So, how did you taste?"  
  
"Shut up!" she laughed, throwing a pillow at him. Mark wasn't quick enough to
dodge it, but he apologized repeatedly as she began hitting him with a second
pillow. She pounced on him and stuffed the pillow over his face. His laugh was
muffled, but his hands were free and he grabbed at her ribs, tickling her hard
as she rolled away to protect herself.  
  
Mark sat up and pushed her back while he attacked her. She couldn't stop
laughing and he wasn't about to stop tickling her. He was practically lying on
top of her as she squirmed under his weight and assault. They were both
laughing, her at the attack and him at the fact that she was so responsive.
She had always been very ticklish and he had spent their whole life learning
her tickle spots.  
  
As she squirmed, she inadvertently kneed him right in the groin. Hard. He
grunted and fell away to the floor, clutching himself and trying not to laugh.
Nikki couldn't help but laugh even harder. "Serves you right!" she accused,
pointing at him as she continued to laugh while also trying to catch her
breath.  
  
Soon enough they both settled down to the occasional huff of laughter. Nikki
swung her legs over the front of the couch and Mark sat up to lean against the
couch so they were sitting almost side by side. "I haven't laughed that hard
in a long time. Thank you, Mark."  
  
He looked up to say something right as she leaned down to kiss his head and
she ended up kissing the corner of his mouth instead. She pulled away in shock
and he had a look in his eyes that she was sure mirrored her own. He was a
handsome man; she knew that. She didn't know why she felt what she did
tonight. He had always been handsome, and kind. Tonight, however, she saw
something more. She felt something different. Maybe it was the booze or the
sex talk, or the tangible horniness that for whatever reason filled her
tonight, but tonight he was not just kind and handsome; he was sexy. She had
felt his erection as he thought of Becky, or at least said he did, while he
danced with his sister, and she would be lying if she said her own panties had
not become a little damp at the feeling of it.  
  
He didn't say a word, and neither did she. He lifted his chin and she
instinctively lowered her head in response, gently touching her lips to his.
They kissed briefly and she pulled back, touching her lips with her
fingertips. Was that tingle real? Were her lips really numb from the
electricity that flowed through them? He smiled gently and reached for her
cheek with his hand. She leaned forward again and this time his tongue traced
her upper lip before her own tongue found his. Their kiss slowly grew in
intensity and she found herself settled on the floor next to Mark as they
leaned into each other.  
  
She felt his hand glide up her thigh to her hip and her own hands gripped his
shoulders. They each tasted the Jack Daniels on each other, but there was a
sweetness to the taste. Mark's erection began to form, sliding up the
underside of Nikki's thigh and she moved to straddle him so they were not
kissing in such an awkward twist as when they were side by side. Nikki's
panties were damp, her belly warm as they kissed and she appreciated the grip
her brother had on her hair when he worked his fingers into it, gripping her
loosely. He squeezed her hip with his other hand and rolled his hips
involuntarily.  
  
Nikki settled lower into him, spreading her knees further apart on the carpet.
She felt her groin rest on the hard shaft of his cock and inhaled sharply. She
pulled back. "Damn, you're hard!" she breathed.  
  
Mark looked at her chest and noted, "So are you." Nikki knew he was right. She
looked down at her breasts and saw her pebble-like nipples pushing through the
thin cotton tank top. Mark quickly bent his head down and nipped one with his
teeth.  
  
"OH!" she yelped, but not from pain, rather from surprise and the jolt of
pleasure that fired from her nipple to her clit. Mark pulled gently with his
teeth, drawing the nipple away from her and causing her breath to escape in
ragged puffs. She leaned forward as he pulled and breathed in his ear.  
  
Her hot breath was exciting him even more. His hands cupped her ass without
hesitation and pulled her forward against his erection even more. She ground
herself against him and they both moaned, again engaging in a deep kiss.  
  
"I can feel how hot you are on my hands and dick," he whispered into her
mouth.  
  
"Oh, yeah?"  
  
"Mmhmm."  
  
They never broke the kiss, but talked into it. She gripped his chest and
squeezed his pecs, and he brought his hands quickly to the center under her
ass, feeling the humidity through her pants. "Oh, fuck," she breathed. He slid
his fingers back and forth over her lips, feeling the relief of her slit and
lips through the panties and flannel pants. "Your hands feel so good." She
pulled back from kissing him and pushed her hand into the fly of his lounge
pants, only mildly surprised to find his bare cock. She smiled and gripped it
before pulling it through the fly so that it pulsed while pointing up between
them. "That's a nice-looking dick, Mark," she smiled, looking half-drunk and
fully excited.  
  
"No use pretending now," he said, gripping the hem of her shirt and yanking
upwards. Nikki didn't hesitate to extend her arms up so he could quickly
remove it. Her bare breasts were full and round and pale. The areolae were a
nice size, pale pink and the nipple was small and only a little darker, but
still pale. As she pulled the shirt off her arm, he dove in and captured a
good portion of her left breast in his mouth and sucked.  
  
As soon as he latched on, she yelped and then gripped his head. "Fuck, Mark!
Suck my tits!" She tossed her shirt to the side and resumed stroking his cock,
pre-cum now flowing down the shaft. Her hand glided easily while she watched
him enjoy her nipple. He quickly switched over and did something similar with
the other one, working back and forth between them, making sure they received
equal time and treatment. Meanwhile, his fingers still continued to manipulate
her through her pants.  
  
His sister quickly pushed him away and stood, shoving her pants down and
kicking them off before literally dropping to straddle him again. She kissed
him aggressively, stroking him firmly, before he could respond. "Let me taste
you," he said as soon as she landed on him.  
  
"Later," she said, rising up just a little and pointing his dick down a
little. She quickly slid onto him, shocking him with her wet heat and tight
grip. She grunted as she dropped, throwing her head back. "Suck my tits
again!" He didn't hesitate, gripping them both, enjoying their weight, and
latching on with his mouth.  
  
His sister's juices were flowing freely now, down over his balls and soaking
his pants. "You're fucking, tight, Nik!"  
  
"You like that?"  
  
"You have no idea!"  
  
She lifted up a little and lowered herself again, picking up the pace. She
smelled amazing, musky and warm, mixed with the sweet scent of her fruity
shampoo and powder-scent deodorant. Her blonde hair bounced in rhythm with her
tits as she rode her brother's steel rod. Nikki whined and gasped as she
worked and Mark gripped her ass, lifting her as she pushed up. His sister
leaned forward and kissed him again. They kissed as she rode him and rolled
her hips in pursuit of her orgasm.  
  
"Touch my ass," she muttered into his mouth as they kissed. No need to wait
for a second invitation, thought Mark, so he reached around further and
pressed the pad of his middle finger against her knot, sending shivers and
whines through her. "I'm coming," she warned with a sexy whimper before
slamming all the way onto him and flinching on his lap. Her head was rested on
his shoulder as she shook. She released another flood of juices onto him and
her breath was pushed out in puffs.  
  
Mark wasn't too far behind her, so he rolled them over quickly and stayed
between her knees. He looked down at their union, his brownish-pink shaft,
glossy with her release, wedged into her pink lips. Her skin was pale white
all over except in the pink areas of pussy, nipples and cherry red lips. Her
knees were a little pink from kneeling on the carpet, but otherwise her skin
was almost milky white. Her pubic hair was almost unnoticeable being so light
in color and trimmed into a narrow triangle pointed at her clit. He had
forgotten that her navel was pierced and she currently had a dangling pearl
pendant in it, in a silver setting. He pressed deeper into her, looking her in
the eyes. She had a look of unbridled lust there, matched with one of total
surrender. Her breasts were piled on her chest like hills on a prairie and
every time his groin would bump hers, they would shift up and back, up and
back.  
  
He felt his pending orgasm and his sister's whimpers and moans weren't helping
to delay it. Mark increased his pace as he fucked his sister and her hand
began working her clit. That was it! Watching her pleasure herself as she was
getting pounded by her brother, that was the final straw.  
  
"Nikki," he groaned.  
  
"Fill me up!" she cried. "FUUUUUU—" her voice caught in her throat as her
brother unloaded into her. Her own climax was pulling his seed from his
pulsing balls and their mixed release trickled onto the carpet. Mark collapsed
onto her, catching himself on his elbows. She wrapped her arms and legs snugly
around him and kissed him on the cheek as he recovered.  
  
"Holy shit, Mark! You're a good fuck!"  
  
He laughed at that, making her laugh a little with him before kissing his
cheek again. "Damn, I needed that," he said with a sigh as he rolled off of
her. They lay silently for a few minutes.  
  
"Any regrets?" she asked him quietly.  
  
"Not yet," he smiled.  
  
"Tomorrow?"  
  
He sighed before answering. "I have no idea."  
  
"Promise me we won't regret this," she asked, propping up on one elbow as she
looked down at him.  
  
He looked over at her. "I love you, Nik. I didn't mean for this to happen
tonight."  
  
"Me, neither."  
  
"But I enjoyed it, and I still love you." He smiled. "Thank you."  
  
"I enjoyed it, too," she smiled. She looked down at herself and said, "I need
to clean up." She stood and noticed her brother looking at her.  
  
"Nice ass," he said.  
  
"Shut up," she laughed, covering it with her hands and turning around to face
him.  
  
"No, I'm serious," he said, sitting up.  
  
"It's too big," she laughed.  
  
"It gives a man something to hold onto."  
  
"Tim hardly ever touched it."  
  
"Tim's a shithead."  
  
"He's a breast man," she said, helping her brother off the floor.  
  
"Me, too, but that doesn't mean I don't notice and enjoy other parts."  
  
"Like what?"  
  
"On you?"  
  
"Sure," she smiled.  
  
"Eyes, nose, lips, hair, neck, arms and legs, tits, pussy, toes, hands. . ."  
  
"That's kind of everything," she laughed.  
  
"You're beautiful all over. I would notice your eyes before your tits or ass
if we were just meeting."  
  
"Really?" she asked, her head tilted a little.  
  
"Yeah. Is that so hard to believe?"  
  
She shrugged. "I guess. Maybe not. . . I don't know," she giggled.  
  
"Oh, I see! You think guys just see girls as tits or ass attached to a pussy,
and can't see the full beauty. You believe what women say about men and not
what men say."  
  
She looked at him silently for a moment. "Maybe you're right. I'm sorry."  
  
"No apology necessary," he said with a smile. "There are some jerks out there.
A lot, actually, but just because we notice your body, doesn't mean that's ALL
we notice. I also know you are smart, funny, sensitive, compassionate,
sarcastic, sharp-witted. . . See? You're a REAL person."  
  
"Nice," she laughed, smacking him in the arm. "But thank you."  
  
"Any time. You need to clean up, you said?"  
  
"Yep." She grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the stairs. "So do you."  
  
"What? That's YOU on me. I like to sleep in a woman's scent."  
  
"Oh, really?" she asked, backing down the hallway as she pulled him along.
"Maybe you'll get that chance?"  
  
"Oh, yeah?"  
  
"You never know."  
  
She pulled him into the bathroom and turned on the shower. They brushed their
teeth as they waited for the water to heat up and as the mirror began to
steam, they stepped into the shower. How did Nikki know that her brother
appreciated showering with a woman? How could they look so sensual doing
normal, everyday things like washing their hair and soaping up? Was she
showing off for him? He doubted it because he watched Becky shower a few times
without her knowing, and it was exactly the same with her. Her solo ritual was
just as sexy as when she showered with him.  
  
"Do my back," she said, interrupting his thought as he watched her wash her
hair.  
  
"Yeah, okay," he mumbled, pouring some of her body wash on a washcloth. He
gently washed her back in circles, his eyes roaming her body as he lathered
her up.  
  
"You have a nice touch," she said over her shoulder. "We should do this more
often."  
  
"Fine with me." He worked his hands down further and cleaned her ass. She
giggled as he caressed and squeezed it.  
  
"Make sure you're thorough."  
  
He dropped the washcloth onto the shelf and groped her ass freely. Mark ran
his fingers through her crack, causing her to moan and push her hips back into
his hands. He felt the indentation of her backdoor and pressed gently. Nikki
groaned as his fingertip slipped in.  
  
"How's that?" he whispered into her ear. She simply nodded, her eyes closed in
pleasure as he moved his fingertip in and out slowly. His other soapy hand
came around and cupped her breast, feeling her stiff nipple in his palm. He
squeezed her breast before pulling on her nipple. She yelped and shuddered at
the jolt it caused. His sister reached behind her and gripped his erection in
her tiny hand, tugging it frantically before stepping away from his grasp and
his probing finger.  
  
She turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. He
again cupped her ass as they made out under the shower stream. She rinsed her
hair out quickly and breathed, "I think that's good enough." She turned off
the shower and pressed a towel to his chest as she grabbed another one for
herself. She was in a big hurry. Mark wasn't about to argue.  
  
She stepped out of the shower before he did, continuing to dry her hair as she
walked down the hall to her room. Mark followed her bouncing butt and tossed
his towel onto hers when she threw it on the floor. She dropped onto her bed
and spread her legs as she pinched a nipple. "Come and get it," she breathed.
Her voice and eyes were practically overflowing with lust. He could see her
cunt slick with arousal. Sure, it could be water from the shower, but it
wasn't. He knew that.  
  
He didn't dive in like she wanted. She followed him with her eyes as he walked
around the side of the bed. The disappointment and/or confusion were evident
in her eyes as she watched him. About halfway up the bed, he knelt on it and
she caught on. She smiled and licked her lips, lying back fully. He straddled
her head and leaned forward. She pulled him into her mouth, prompting a
pleasurable groan from him. Soon enough, however, her own groan vibrated on
his head and shaft when his tongue met her labia. He had always loved the 69,
but it had been a long time. The dramatic height difference between him and
Becky had prevented it. They had tried early on in their relationship, but not
for long. They had resigned themselves to the fact that this would be one of
the things they would not be able to do together, but there was plenty they
could, and they would focus on and enjoy those things.  
  
Here he was, however, face buried in a delicious pussy while his dick was
being sucked into the wet heat of her mouth. He had never even wondered if his
sister was a good fuck or a good cocksucker. He assumed she was sexually
active, but never wondered what she did specifically; it just never came up.
Tonight, however, he was learning all kinds of things that he had never even
wondered about. He learned that she was very sexually responsive. He learned
that she could deep throat pretty well, and he learned that she tasted
amazing.  
  
Nikki blasted his balls with hot air as it escaped her nostrils in puffs. Her
orgasm was near. She could imagine the sound of a defribulator charging, the
pitch rising higher until all the energy in it was released at once. She
jumped at the release, the jarring bolts of fire shooting through her, causing
her to practically lose control of her muscles. Her entire body shook and she
screamed around the invading penis. She was fortunately rescued when Mark
lifted his hips, even as he ate her through the rest of her climax.  

She collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion. She sighed contentedly and felt Mark
kiss her on the lips lightly. She smiled against his kiss and opened her eyes.
It was hard to focus for a second, but Mark hovered over her far enough away
for her to be able to focus on his smiling face. "You good?" he asked.  
  
"More than."  
  
"You need to rest?"  
  
"Not for long. Help yourself." She pulled him back down for a kiss and he
joyfully responded. After a minute of kissing, with his hand traveling over
her body, she relaxed into his touch. He nibbled her neck and collarbone,
kissed down to her breasts and licked, kissed, and nibbled all around them.
Finally his hand cupped her mound again and he applied firm pressure, but no
movement, as he sucked on her nipples. Nikki instinctively pressed her hips
against his hand, doing the work of seeking her own pleasure against his palm.
Her clit was again sending shots to her heart and brain and she couldn't
believe how much time her brother spent on her pleasure. Holy shit, he's good
at this, she thought.  
  
Again the battery was charged and it released again. She cried out in release,
but before she could come back down, Mark grabbed her hips and flipped her
over. She squealed in response, but didn't fight him. She knew what he wanted,
and she was right. He pulled her hips up and she rose up to rest on her hands
and knees. "You gonna fuck me?" she asked through gritted teeth, turning her
head to face him. "You gonna fuck your sister and watch her ass as you pound
into her?"  
  
"Harder than you've ever been fucked," he warned. Her breath was forced out
when he slammed into her with a grunt.  
  
"SHIT!" cried Nikki when her brother impaled her. "Oh, my god, you're deep!"  
  
He withdrew halfway and re-buried himself quickly. He was not frantic, but was
quick and steady in his assault. He watched her pussy grip him as he withdrew,
her entrance stretched around his shaft. Her backdoor was pink and faded to
the pale flesh color of the rest of her, except for the bright pink of her
engorged labia. She continued to whimper and wail as he drilled her, her ass
making a steady slapping sound against the front of his thighs.  
  
His juices had run down over her crack when he had played with her until she
came on his hand, and now that she was bent over in front of him, he could see
the glossy sheen of her excitement. He ran the pad of his thumb over her ass
and she whimpered at his touch, her back arching when she flinched. He slowed
down his thrusting as he pressed gently into her with his thumb. She cooed and
looked back as he buried the digit until the thumbnail disappeared. He could
feel her grip on his thumb and she felt just a little stretched, but favorably
so.  
  
"You're not making plans, are you?" she asked with a sexy smile and one
eyebrow raised.  
  
"No." He caressed her along her back and moved slowly in and out of her.
"Especially after your little story about it hurting so badly with Tim."  
  
"Like you said, Tim's a shithead. If I was prepped right, who knows? I might
like it."  
  
"God, Nik. Don't tease me like that."  
  
She laughed a little, her brother feeling it in her pussy as it gripped his
shaft. "You've got your cock buried in my pussy and your thumb in my ass. I
don't think 'tease' is an accurate description."  
  
"Point taken," he said, pressing his thumb and cock in deeper. Nikki gasped
and cooed at the intrusion. "Tell me, then, do you want me to fuck you in the
ass?" Mark picked up the pace, leaving his thumb completely buried while he
plowed his full length into her. His sister dropped to her shoulders, her ass
still in the air. Her hips began to convulse as she came around her brother's
dick and finger.  
  
"Fuck, Nik!" cried Mark. "I'm coming!" He forced himself into her as far as
possible and cried out as his seed burst forth into her, splashing against her
cervix and walls. Nikki collapsed forward and the rest of Mark's cum exploded
out onto her back and ass, the weaker shots landing on the bedspread between
her spread legs.  
  
He was surprised when she spun around and took him into her mouth, sucking him
clean. She was still excited, he could tell by her fervor as she sucked,
licked and stroked him. "What do you say, Mark? Can you go again?"  
  
"If you keep that up, I can!"  
  
"Goody," she snickered before taking him back into her mouth. She turned
around so that her hips were pointed back toward his head, sitting on her
knees by his side. She continued to work him over and wiggled her hips. "Get
me ready," she said before taking him back into her mouth again.  
  
Mark stuck two fingers into her pussy and fucked her a few strokes before
pulling them out and smearing their combined juices on her backdoor. He
repeated the process a few times, to her delight, before pressing his index
finger steadily into her. She cooed around his head and shaft as his finger
sank into her back passage. He moved it in and out slowly, making her sigh and
whine while she got used to his finger.  
  
"Add another one."  
  
Her brother slid his middle finger into her pussy before withdrawing it and
pressing it alongside his index finger, stretching her out as she groaned with
a mix of discomfort and pleasure.  
  
"MMMMmmmm. . ." She took a few deep breaths and tried to relax. She finally
let out one long, slow breath. "Wow," she groaned. "I don't know about this,
Mark."  
  
"Whatever you want, Nikki." He tried to soothe her with his tone and with the
permission not to do this. She was languidly sucking him now, bringing him
relaxed pleasure, but not frantic or passionately like she had been doing
before. She focused on trying to enjoy the feelings of his fingers in her ass.
She definitely noted the difference in the way her brother was treating her
from the way Tim had done it. Mark was obviously concerned with making sure
Nikki enjoyed it. In fact, she noted, he had not even suggested it, but waited
for her to bring it up. They were in silent agreement that if they did anal
tonight, it would be on her terms, not his.  
  
"If we do this, can we stop if it hurts too bad?" she asked.  
  
"Of course." Mark couldn't contain his excitement, even though he was going to
be compliant to her needs. "Your ass is so perfect," he whispered. "I want to
be inside so badly, but I don't want it enough to hurt you for it."  
  
"You're the reason I want to try it again, Mark. If there's a cock in my ass,
I want it to be yours."  
  
Mark groaned at her words, the way she sighed as she said it. She kept sucking
and licking him except for when she would let go to speak. Her head and mouth
never stopped working and her body relaxed around his fingers. He began to
thrust and twist his fingers in his sister's backdoor, trying to get her used
to being stretched out. "You got any lube?" he asked. She pointed back to the
nightstand and he withdrew his hand so he could open the drawer. She had some
toys and lubricant in the top drawer. "I'm going to use a dildo next, okay?"  
  
"Mmhmm," she nodded without letting go of his dick. He poured some of the lube
directly on her anal opening, bringing a squeal and giggle. "That's cold," she
laughed, and he watched her asshole twitch closed.  
  
"Sorry," he laughed. He reinserted his fingers and she sighed at how much
better it felt. He gently pressed the purple dildo into her ass; it was bigger
than his fingers, but not as big as his penis. He considered it a good step to
getting her ready. She whimpered at first, but quickly sighed as she got used
to it. He slid it in and out of her passage, watching the head of the toy
expand her entrance every time he withdrew it.  
  
"You keep me lubed up good, and I don't think I'll have any trouble taking you
back there," she smiled over her shoulder. She wiggled her ass a little. "In
fact," she said, pulling off his fingers, "I'm ready!" She lay down on her
stomach.  
  
Mark scrambled to his knees and looked down at his beautiful sister. His cock
was dripping with his own excitement and with his sister's spit. "Let me put
this under your hips," he said as he grabbed one of her pillows. She lifted
her hips and he slid the pillow under her hips so her ass stuck up into the
air a little more. He warned her that he was going to add some more lube. She
reached back and spread her own cheeks apart so that he could drizzle more
lubricant on her wrinkled hole.  
  
Her brother was enamored with her at that moment. Her butt was sticking up a
little due to the pillow and her hands held her fleshy globes apart, making
her pussy and butthole open a little in response. The pale pink ring dipped in
at the center where a small opening awaited the entrance of his turgid member.
He straddled her thighs and used the head of his penis to smear the lubricant
around her opening. Nikki sighed and shuddered at the smooth, slick touch when
it glided over her sensitive areas.  
  
Unable to resist, Mark pressed downward and pushed back into her pussy. "Oh!"
she grunted, "That's not my ass!" She was enjoying his unexpected invasion,
which was obvious, given her response.  
  
"Just getting a little more lube," he offered, tempted to remain and fuck her
through his own release, but he also knew he may never get an offer like this
again.  
  
She snickered a little as he glided through her slick passage. "More lube,
huh?"  
  
"That's my story and I'm sticking to it." He pulled out and smeared her own
lubrication on her asshole. "You ready?"  
  
"So ready," she sighed.  
  
"Okay, try to relax." She nodded as he pressed forward and down into her. She
gasped before pushing out against him like she was trying to poop, as one of
her friends had described to her after they had begun having anal sex. She was
surprised to feel, without much pain, her brother's head expand her opening
and sink into her.  
  
"Oh, god," she whimpered. "Wait." He stopped. "Wow," she sighed.  
  
"We don't—"  
  
"I want to!" she argued, cutting him off. "I want this. Just takes some
getting used to." Just then she felt some more lube drizzle into her crack and
her brother gently massage it around her stretched opening. She liked it. It
felt good: relaxing and arousing at once. Gradually, he slid in a little
deeper and she groaned, only mildly uncomfortable. "Keep going," she said
quietly. "Slowly."  
  
Before long, Mark felt his balls settle against his sister's dripping pussy.
"Holy fuck, Nik. That's all of it. You okay?"  
  
"Yeah," she groaned. "Stretched full, burns a little, but it's kind of good."  
  
He leaned down to almost lie on her back, and he kissed her cheek. "Your ass
is so tight. I can't believe my dick is buried in you."  
  
That sent a jolt through her. "You feel good," she sighed. "I like having you
in me." She rolled her hips a little, her soft cheeks gliding across his skin
and his dick stirring her insides.  
  
Mark tingled at her effort. "Damn, Nik, you're so hot!" He withdrew a little
and pressed back in smoothly. His sister gasped.  
  
"Whoa. . ."  
  
"That hurt?"  
  
"No," she said with a smile. "It felt good actually." He did it again and her
brow furrowed. "Fuck, that's good. It's like I can feel it in my pussy." She
began to respond favorably and he took longer and longer strokes, still
smooth. Her body began to respond on its own, and his dick was as hard as he
could remember it being. "I feel every. . . ridge and vein and. . . [gasp]
everything. Shit!" She could feel her orgasm building, surprising her. Mark
was moving a little more quickly now, but still nowhere near aggressive.  
  
"I'm getting close, Nik," Mark whispered. He continued to look down at his own
shaft, slick and glossy, embraced by his sister's sphincter. He watched as his
dick pulled it back and pushed it in while Nikki's painted fingernails dug
into her own fleshy cheeks, exposing herself fully to his invading prick.  
  
"Fill my ass up, Mark! Fuck, I can't believe Tim almost robbed me of this!
FUCK!" she cried, releasing the pent up electricity in a burst. She cried out
into the mattress, her ass clenching around a cock for the first anal orgasm
of her life. She felt her pussy and ass spasm together, clenching and
releasing, clenching, releasing.  
  
At the same time, Mark's already girthy dick swelled and pulsed, his seed
exploding in a flood of heat to rinse her bowels. His sister cried out again,
her cries of passion blending with his own growls, a mix of staccato and
legato vocalizations melding into a sweet symphony of passion.  
  
Nikki quickly succumbed to the elated exhaustion following her climax and
began to snicker in unbridled joy. "Wow," she breathed. She felt her brother's
wilting cock slide from her backdoor and felt a thick rivulet of his still-hot
semen pour over her pussy lips. Mark practically collapsed beside her,
breathing heavily. He turned to look at her with a smile on his face.  
  
"You are one sexy bitch," he laughed, "And a hell of a fuck."  
  
His sister reached over and stroked his cheek with a smile, asking quietly,
"Who are you calling a bitch?"  
  
******  
  
As Nikki peeled another waffle out of the waffle iron, Mark smiled at her and
poured himself a cup of coffee. He had just ambled in, still looking like he
had slept hard. Nikki was having trouble with the waffle because her other
hand was holding her phone to her ear.  
  
"It sounds like you had a good time," she said. After a pause, she laughed.
"Eew! TMI! I mean, I know you're getting married and I everything, but I don't
need to know EVERYthing you do!" She finally pulled the waffle free and set it
on a plate. She poured some more batter into the waffle iron and closed it
before setting the fresh waffle in front of her brother at the counter. She
winked at him and mouthed "Thank you" with a smile.  
  
"Actually, Mark and I went out last night," she told Lila. She mad a sad face
at her brother. "Well, you know about me and Tim, but Becky and Mark broke up
yesterday, too." Another pause. "I know! Me, too, but it's really complicated.
Anyway, since we were both upset, we just went out drinking together and
talked it out. . . Well, I didn't have to buy all my own drinks. . . Yes," she
said, looking at Mark with a smile. "He was very cute. . . Don't worry, Mark
got caught up talking with someone before I left, so he gave me the all-
clear."  
  
Mark stopped pouring syrup on his waffle and looked up at his sister, who was
eyeing him intently as she spoke with her best friend.  
  
"Oh, yeah, he was a great fuck. Big, passionate. . . I came a LOT. And by the
way, that trick Sara told us about? It totally works." Mark could hear Lila
laughing and calling his sister a whore. "I'm not a whore! Hey! If Tim had
taken his time and worked with me, HE could be the one fucking my ass!" Mark
tried to stifle a laugh, but didn't do very well. His sister was laughing
quietly at Lila while putting her finger to her lips to shush her brother.  
  
"I don't know. I got home late and haven't had a chance to talk to him about
it. Judging by the look on his face this morning, I'd say he got lucky. In his
defense, the way she was throwing herself at him, I don't see how he could
resist. She was pretty hot."  
  
Mark nodded and Nikki turned her back to him and stuck her ass out, wiggling
it. She laughed as she turned back around to look her brother in the eye. "I
don't know if I'll see him again. He has my number, but you know how that
goes. But if he called and asked, I wouldn't tell him no."  
  
She winked at Mark and he smiled, his groin tingling at the thought.




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