When in Rome... Pt. 01
I get a promotion in Italy, and my sister gets promoted too.
I know there are several readers out there waiting for more chapters of a few of my other stories...and rest assured those are in process, but I needed to get this one out of my head before I could do those justice.
Let me know what you think when you're done, please?
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"Yo, big bro... How'd you like to go out for breakf..." she began, opening the door suddenly. "Oh shit! I'm so sorry!"
The luscious little brunette with the improbably large boobs, who had been giving herself a serious fucking on my dick, rolled off me, squealing in protest. She hid her nudity behind the sheets, peeking around the edge. We'd been especially energetic, if not boisterous, this morning, resulting in us being twisted around on the bed, on top of the covers. While my buxom partner had managed to keep her exposure time to a minimum, I was trapped, naked as the day I was born, struggling to find something to cover myself with. My erection bobbed with my movements, standing straight up, and glistening with a freshly applied coating of pussy juice, thanks to my bedmate's damp, excited vagina.
Carolyn tried to close the door, but she'd lost her grip on the doorknob when she burst in on us, surprising herself as much as anyone. Now she was searching blindly for the handle, having initially been unable to look away from my naked shaft, finally just closing her eyes and muttering "Shit! Shit! Shit! I'm sorry!" as she groped around. She found the lever at last, and beat a hasty retreat, pulling the door shut while repeating the same apologetic mantra.
Perhaps I should explain how I ended up in this predicament.
*****
I'm David. Nice to meet you. I was six when my sister Carolyn was born. I immediately nicknamed her Ro, mostly because Carolyn was too much work, but also because she was small, and cute, so I gave her a small, cute name.
The age difference that made her cute and cuddly when I was younger, made her a big pain in the ass when I grew up a bit. Nothing gets in the way of trying to steal your first kiss from a girl quite like a little sister sticking her nose in. She was like a shadow, always the most obvious when things looked brightest.
By the time I was eighteen, she had perfected her craft. Every time I tried to make my move on a would-be girlfriend, she'd appear out of the ether, and scuttle my plans to lose my virginity. Some of my potential conquests found it funny, a viewpoint I didn't share.
Thank God for college, where I was away from her and my family for months at a time. I finally scored, with a willowy blonde coed from one of my classes. A few girlfriends later, I thought I found 'the one', and proposed.
We were married. I was twenty-one, and my fifteen year old sister spent most of the wedding reception with her arms crossed, giving me, and especially my new bride, Kate, a look that left no doubt about her disapproval.
Carolyn had always been a bit chubby, but she seemed to really balloon a bit in her teens. Mom carried a few extra pounds, too, so I suppose Ro came by it honestly, but she surpassed Mom by quite a margin. I don't know how much she actually weighed, but it had to be a bit north of two hundred. It's a good thing she was relatively tall, or she would have been very round. I want you to know that I love my sister. I'm just being honest, and objective.
After graduation, we relocated for an excellent career opportunity that presented itself to me. I was being groomed for upward mobility within the international company, but it meant that I didn't see my family for very long stretches of time, occasionally years. On a few instances, while I was able to visit my parents, my arrival was during times when Ro was away at school.
As the years passed, it turned out that perhaps my sister's opinion of my wife was prophetically correct. While the company was grooming me, a few of the more senior executives were grooming her, for mobility of a more horizontal nature. She became the favourite plaything of a couple of the bastards. I had no idea, until one of the secretaries took pity on me and spilled the beans.
The scandal cost me one wife, but to my great relief, the company backed me, doing what was right, and relieving the two most unrepentant 'gentlemen' of their jobs, and their pensions as well. They had always valued the family, having started as a family business, and they had little patience for such philandering.
In a perfect world, or in Hollywood, I would have been offered one of their vacated positions, and found a new spouse that put my old one to shame. Real life... Not so much, but I did get the job of the guy, that got the job of the guy, that got the job of one of the fired guys. No luck on the spouse.
It's likely that the unfairness of that past situation also played a part in them offering me a position abroad. I said it was an international company, and I meant it. The office in Rome suddenly had an opening, and despite the fact that I didn't speak a lick of the language, I was tapped for the spot. Most of the business was conducted in English, anyway, and I would have no shortage of help with the few circumstances that required the native language. Perhaps it also helped that I was single, as the company liked to keep families together, and usually compensated relocated spouses, and even children, for international moves. Whatever their logic, I was headed for Rome!
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A quick search on the Internet will tell you that the 'average' male stands about 5 foot 9, weighs about 175 pounds, wears a size 9 shoe, and packs about 5.5 inches of dick between his legs. Well, that's average, that's not me.
This may come as a surprise to some men who try to dispute the fact, but bigger guys are often bigger... everywhere. They're taller, weigh more, wear bigger shoes, and have bigger dicks. If you think about for just a second without personal bias, it makes logical sense. Sorry for bursting your bubble, average guys.
I mention this because, apparently, Italian girls have figured it out already, and many of them were eager to see if the theory held true for me. At 6 foot 6,, 230 pounds, with a size 13 foot, I stood out among the local men, and the comment I heard most from the women I bedded was "E 'così grande!" 'Grande', as in your larger cup of coffee. Enough said? Good.
It didn't take too long for a few of the girls at the new office to make themselves available. Italian women are world famous for their dark, sultry looks and abundant curves... think Sophia Loren, Claudia Cardinale, or Gina Lollobrigida... which put me in heaven, potential partner wise. I nearly gave myself whiplash several times while trying to take in the local beauties.
One night, I was partaking in one of those exotic lovelies, a lithe little brunette named Alessandra. We had been rolling about in sweaty, sexual bliss for about an hour, with my Italian sweetie tutoring me in what 'fuck me harder' and 'lick my pussy', or their Italian equivalents, sounded like. We were both catching our breath, preparing for a resumption of the festivities, when my phone rang. Something told me to answer it.
"David, is that you?" the voice asked.
"Yes... Carolyn?" I guessed, correctly.
"I guess I haven't been forgotten, after all. Care to get together? I'm in town," she asked.
"Ro, I'm way out of town," I replied, figuring she thought I was at my last known office.
"Duh... I know that, you're in Rome. You've been there for seven months. Find any good pizza joints?" she laughed.
"How'd you know that?" I asked, confused.
"I called your company, they filled in the blanks," she answered. "So are you going to meet me for dinner, or what?"
"You're in Rome, too?" I wondered.
"No, I expect you to fly back to Norfolk... Of course I'm in Rome, you dolt!" she giggled. "I sense some reluctance... did I catch you at a bad time?
"Um, yeah, you could say that," I chuckled. Alessandra was getting impatient, and had one of her delicate little hands wrapped around my cock, stroking it gently.
"What's her name?" Ro sighed, then continued with a lusty giggle, "and what's she doing right now? Wait! Don't tell me... Don't tell me! I don't need those mental images bouncing around in my head. Let's just say we have dinner tomorrow night, okay?"
"You got a deal!" I groaned. Alessandra was being exceptionally cruel by now, sucking my cock as a distraction.
We quickly discussed the time and location details, which I'm very glad were basic and simple to understand. I don't think my brain could have handled anything complicated, with a sexy Italian enthusiastically slurping my dick while I listened.
"Okay, you may now return to your previous deviant behaviour. See you tomorrow," she laughed, and the line went silent.
"Vieni cazzo la mia figa, tesoro mio," Alessandra moaned, laying back and spreading her legs invitingly. No translation necessary.
***
I followed a local into the hotel bar, doing a quick once over as I entered the room. Mostly empty, other than maybe a half dozen denizens. One woman at the bar, and two waitresses, but no sign of my sister yet. She'd be easy to spot, I thought, despite the fact we hadn't seen each other in years. Just look for the pleasantly plump blonde.
The clock ticked on, and still no Carolyn. The woman at the bar was getting a lot of attention from the other customers, and I was watching as well. She had deep, lustrous, wavy red hair that reached about the middle of her back. Her hair and her ass were pretty much all I could see, but it was all good.
I waited. The redhead politely declined yet another drink, and checked her watch. Another guy approached her, standing beside her and dropping his hand on her ass.
"Toglimi le mani di dosso, cazzo!" she growled, and turned her head to glare at him.
"What the fuck?" I gasped. That voice... That profile... That's my sister! Or at least, it's part of my sister, and a small part, at that!
Carolyn's latest fan had beat a hasty retreat, and I walked up behind her.
"Hey gorgeous," I said gruffly, hoping she wouldn't recognize my voice.
"Fuck off, will you!" she sighed, turning to face her new tormentor. "Do you guys never learn?" Her eyes rose up my chest, finally reaching my face, when they flew open wide.
"David!" she shrieked, and leapt into my arms.
"Ro!" I laughed. "I didn't recognize you! When does the rest of you get here?" Okay, that might sound mean, but I hoped she'd know I was joking.
"Thursday," she deadpanned, "got held up in Customs. Fucking bureaucracy!" Her smile lit up the room. "You like?" she asked, twirling in front of me.
"What's not to like? You're gorgeous!" I replied.
I wasn't kidding about that. The last time I saw her, she was pretty, in a chubby cherub kind of way, but wouldn't have had them standing in the aisles. I'd just seen her get hit on by no less than five strangers in a ten minute span, easily eighty percent of the male population of the bar. She was now a full-on hottie, with the whole package ; beautiful hair, great legs, a sexy ass, pretty face... and a pair of tits that were threatening to burst out of her top! When she hugged me again, I could feel those full, firm melons pressing deliciously into me. Not only did she no longer look like the little sister I grew up with, she didn't feel like her either. She held on to me for a long time, as though making up for the seven years that had passed since we had last seen each other. I have to admit, she felt pretty good to me, too.
We walked arm-in-arm out of the bar, heading for the restaurant area. I got several looks from the guys who had been rebuffed by Ro. Some expressed envy, others were apologetic, assuming she was my girlfriend.
We were seated quickly. The restaurant was nicely decorated. I guess it was technically more of a pub style, but in Italy, even the casual dining was done with old-world class and style. I helped Ro into her seat, and sat across from her. Finally, I had a chance to really look at her. With her new red hair, she was stunning. Losing the weight had brought her bone structure into play, and gave her more of the high, wide cheekbone look that is so popular with fashion photographers. Her dark brown eyes went better with the new hair colour too. She let me gawk at her for a while, then spoke.
"Okay, get it over with... I know you have questions. Ask," she said with a wave. She folded her arms, squishing her boobs together and up, a move that didn't go unnoticed by me. It temporarily derailed my thoughts, just long enough for Ro to see my eyeline. "I'm up here," she giggled. If she had been wearing anything revealing, I'd have had no chance. Her chest was entrancing enough, fully covered as it was.
"Right," I sighed. "Sorry. So, what are you doing in Rome? Are you following me again, Shadow?" I gave her a mischievous smile.
"Damn! You figured me out!" she laughed. "Sorry, Bro... I Love you, but I'm not going to follow you halfway around the world just to interrupt your love life. I'm just on vacation. I am sorry I called at a bad time yesterday. I trust you managed to find your place again after we hung up?" She grinned.
Actually yes, I thought, remembering how Alessandra had lovingly guided my dick back into her pussy. She was a very enjoyable fuck, her energy and passion more than adequately making up for her smallish breasts. I found himself staring at my sister's boobs again.
"Also, I'm sorry for the way things happened with Kate," she whispered, touching my hand. I felt the pangs associated with that name. They happened every time I thought of her, but thankfully, the effect was now quickly swept aside. Time really does heal all wounds.
"Water under the bridge," I replied, forcing a smile. "You know, you could have told me I was screwing up when I married her."
"Huh?" she asked.
"I remember the look you were giving us during the wedding. You knew something was wrong, and you were right," I explained.
"Oh, that," she whispered, suppressing a smile. "I'm not psychic. I didn't have any inside information, or premonitions. I was just jealous. She was stealing my big brother. I would have given that look to June Cleaver," she said quietly, referring to the ultra-committed, totally faithful housewife from the TV show 'Leave it to Beaver' in the fifties. Re-runs are immortal.
"I can't get over how good you look," I said. "How... Um..."
"What happened to the rest of me?" she giggled coyly. I nodded, grateful to have been let off the hook. "Well, I got sick and tired of being nineteen and fat. One of my roommates at college was working on her thesis in nutrition, and I volunteered to be her guinea pig. The short version is that we decreased my intake very gradually, while increasing exercise at the same pace. She thought the body would find its own sweet spot, balancing everything, and she was right. It took three years, but seventy-nine pounds just disappeared, and I've maintained it for three more years," she finished, with a flourish of her hands.
"That's great, Ro! I'm happy for you!" I said, meaning every word.
"I'm not quite finished. There were casualties," she laughed, looking down at her chest. "Boobs are mostly fat, so I ended up not having any. Just the wrappers. I finally decided to have them restored to their former glory, and then some," she smiled, shaking her shoulders. Her big tits did their little jiggling, swinging dance on her chest. "Do they work?"
"Oh fuck yeah!" I moaned. I can't help it... I have a weakness for big tits... bazooms... knockers... hooters. The fact that these ones were my sister's did nothing to lessen my appreciation of their beautiful, full, rounded form.
"Grazie, pervertito!" she smiled. The 'grazie' I understood, but I didn't like the sound of 'pervert-whatever'. I think I'd just been insulted. It also brought up another question.
"So what's with the sudden Italian interest? Why Rome now?"
"Well, I won't pretend that seeing my Big Brother after so many years didn't play a role, but I did want to see Rome. Call it 'two birds with one trip'," she laughed.
We spent another hour or so catching up. I really missed her. Even as a kid, she was always fun. I had another question.
"Ro, how long are you here?" I asked.
"Almost four more weeks," she chirped. "I won't be here, in Rome, the whole time, but I'm using it as my home base."
"Great!" I smiled. "Pack your shit, you're living with me!"
"What? No! I didn't come here to leech off you!" she shook her head. "Besides, based on last night, I'd say you need your privacy."
"My apartment has three bedrooms. I'm using one as an office, and one for me. That leaves one empty, and paid for. Actually, paid for by the company. It's their apartment, technically, but my home. As far as privacy goes, the doors work," I said, explaining my thoughts. "Really, I'd love to have you around."
"I don't know... Are you sure?" she asked, biting her lip.
"Positive," I said firmly.
"Okay, roomie... You got it!" She shook my hand energetically, simultaneously shaking her breasts at me. My eyes followed, yet again.
Damn, she really did look great, but she was my sister, so I tried to keep my lecherous thoughts in check.
The 'move' went flawlessly. My sister had actually packed pretty light, but admitted that she was planning on taking more home with her than she brought.
Ro settled in, I gave her a key, and she did her thing, seeing the sights around the Eternal City. I tagged along on the weekend, as I hadn't seen much of the city either. She told me that my presence also cut back on the number of unwanted advances she had to deal with.
*****
You're pretty much caught up, now. It was on our second weekend together that she walked in on Isabella and I, catching us in the act.
It was my fault. Ro had been in bed already, her door closed, and I had been distracted by Isabella's tits, anxious to get my hands on them. I had not followed our agreed upon procedure, and I'd left the door unlocked.
I grabbed my underwear from wherever they had been thrown by Isabella, tugged them on, and chased after my sister.
"Shit, I'm sorry!" Ro was still saying.
"It's okay, Sis... My fault, my fault," I said, trying to catch up to her. She was pacing back and forth. I cornered her. "Ro, relax. It was my fault," I repeated, taking her shoulders in my hands, forcing her to look at me.
She was dressed, but showing a fair bit more cleavage than I'd been presented with before. It took all my strength not to stare at the sexy crease that peeked out of her neckline. She finally smiled, nodded and hugged me.
"I'm okay," she whispered. She was still nestled in my arms when Tornado Isabella blew into the room, wrapped in a sheet that draped her body like a classical statue of a Michaelangelo goddess
"Chi cazzo sei tu, puttana? Cosa stai facendo qui? Esci! Prendi il cazzo!" Isabella chattered excitedly, gesturing wildly as was the custom in this part of the world. She was focused on Carolyn, venting her anger and embarrassment with gesticulations that had her struggling to keep the sheet she had commandeered as clothing in place. I was kind of enjoying the floor show, even though I wasn't catching most of her comments. My Italian language skills, non-existent when I had arrived in Rome, had not progressed very far, especially at the pace Isabella was using. She turned her ire on me.
"Chi è questa cagna? Quante donne si sta nascondendo da me, bastardo?!" she spat. I got the last bit of the sentence. 'Bastardo' didn't really need translating.
Carolyn got it too, along with the rest of the babbled insults. I had no idea my sister spoke Italian that well.
"Zitto, puttana! Non osare parlare con mio fratello in quel modo, o ti calci in culo!" Ro cursed.
Ah, I thought. Fratello is brother, but I don't think puttana is complimentary. The B word.
"Fratello? Lei è la sorella?" Isabella stammered.
"Sì," Carolyn replied.
"Mi scusi. Mi dispiace," the Italian beauty apologized.
"Diciamo che dispiace anche a lui, per favore," my sister demanded. Now calmed down, Isabella regained her command of English.
"I'm sorry, David. I was upset, please forgive my insults," she whispered. She nodded to Ro, and disappeared back into the bedroom.
"Jeez, Sis... Redhead, lost weight, boob job... Now you suddenly speak Italian, too. Do you have any more surprises for me?" I laughed, looking into her deep, brown eyes. They twinkled back.
"Maybe, but I'm not going to let the cat out of the bag. They'd hardly be surprises if I did," she giggled.
Isabella returned, attired again in the sexy little dress that I had so quickly removed on our arrival last night. She perched on her high heels, adjusting her boobs in the confines of her bra, checking herself in the mirror. She was obviously doing it in front of Ro for a reason, flexing her sexual muscle. She walked over, stretched up on tiptoes, and pecked me on the lips.
"I'll see you at work on Monday," she said in her throaty, smoky voice, wiggling her ass as she left and her fingers in the air. "Ciao." The door closed behind her.
"See you at work on Monday?" Ro queried. "Really?"
"Um yeah, well... She's kind of my, um, secretary," I replied contritely.
"David! You jackass! Talk about a recipe for disaster!" she gasped. "I know it's Italy, but even here that's got to be frowned upon."
"Yeah, it is... But did you see the rack on her?" I laughed, hoping to get control of the situation with humour. It worked, sort of.
"Whatever," she snickered, waving her hand, "Mine's bigger!" She smiled. "Are we comfortable with underwear only around the house, now, or what?" She glanced down at my crotch, still covered only by my jockeys, while she was fully dressed.
"Oops! Sorry!" I groaned, dashing off to the bedroom for more appropriate clothing. I returned a few minutes later, to find Ro in the kitchen, drinking a coffee.
"I know you said it's your fault, but I'm still sorry I interrupted your morning delight," she smiled. "I saw you naked!" she giggled, sing-song style, like a kid. "I saw your woody!" she sang as a second verse.
"Okay, Ro... don't remind me. You were saying something about going out for breakfast, I believe, when you so rudely interrupted my fun," I said quietly. "Shall we?"
We did, soon finding a table at a small local ristorante, for a delicious breakfast, or colazione in the parlance of the region. I was enjoying my sister's company greatly, but she was making me crazy. I don't know if she was aware of the luscious display she was giving me, but that beautiful cleavage was there to be ogled, and she made it easier by resting those big boobs of hers on the table edge. The fully rounded curves disappeared into the intriguing shadowy depths between her breasts, and I found myself wondering if its embrace was as soft as it appeared.
Done with breakfast, we did a slow wander of the neighbourhood. Carolyn was a fan of old architecture, which pretty much described the entire inventory of Rome's buildings. We walked without a plan, and soon found ourselves a long way from home, and totally unprepared for the change in the weather that suddenly darkened the sky. There was very little warning, just a few huge, heavy drops falling loudly on the cobblestones.
The skies opened up, and we were caught in the middle of a long block of old apartments. No awnings or storefronts to shelter in, it likely wouldn't have made much difference anyway, as we were soaked in seconds. Before my eyes, Ro's t-shirt virtually disappeared, along with the coverage of her bra, as the white fabric of both layers reached saturation. Her large, dark areolas showed clearly, Her hair, a drenched, bedraggled mess, combined with her transparent shirt to give her the appearance of a very sexy drowned rat.
The deluge continued, and we finally found a doorway deep enough to take partial refuge in. I put Ro deep into the corner of the shallow alcove, and shielded her by turning my back to the pelting rain. It was all very romantic, the damsel in distress being protected by the gallant sacrifice of her suitor, except that Ro was my little sister, and despite physical evidence to the contrary, I still tended to think of her that way.
She really was beautiful, cuddling against my chest, shivering, with drops of rain clinging to her long eyelashes. The rain started to make me shiver as well, and she wrapped her arms tighter around me, pressing her boobs hard into me, a sensation I couldn't ignore, no matter how much I wanted to. Things started to get crowded in my pants, and I hoped the cold had made her numb, so she wouldn't feel my cock growing against her tummy. At last the rain began to abate, and finally stopped entirely, almost as fast as it had started. The sun peeked out, and the storm was over.
I held Ro for a few minutes more, but she was the one who stated the obvious.
"We need to get home, and get out of these wet clothes," she laughed. "Avert your eyes, big brother. I feel naked." She pulled the shirt away from her chest, which hid her nipples, but it was too tight to stay that way, snapping back when she released it. She folded her arms in front, shrugged, and we started back as quickly as we could.
The walk home took about an hour, during which the sun took the chill off our bodies, and restored a certain amount of opacity to Ro's clothes. I couldn't help noticing that her nipples were still standing up. It had to be the cold, right?
***
We finally made it home. The late emergence of the sun had dried our clothes slightly, but we both made bee-lines for our rooms to change into something dry. After a full day of sightseeing. I was pooped, but Ro was still quite jacked up, so I suggested a little TV.
I know that we sometimes call TV 'the boob tube' but in Italy, it's literally true. It's not that unusual to see some woman flashing her breasts on the news, and that's just the anchors, I was watching just such a newscast when Ro came back into the living room. She looked at the screen, where the weather girl was a hairs breadth away from displaying her own mountainous peaks as she reported on the weather front coming in over the Alps.
"Wow!" she laughed. "Is this the weather network, or a porn channel?" I looked up at her. We had agreed on a dress code for around the apartment, that made wandering around in underwear a no go. What she was wearing covered more than her undies, but was more revealing. She wore a tight, white crop top, with a high neckline, so it covered everything but her midriff, but it was so thin I could see the shadow of her nipples. A pair of snug, yellow shorts hugged her ass. They were stretchy, like a knit material.
She sat down next to me and cuddled close. While the titillating local TV was good for a laugh, I opted for something we could both understand. Thank god for Netflix, as we quickly found a movie that fit the bill perfectly. I sat back, and Ro pulled her legs up, lounging back against my side. She wrapped my arm around her shoulders over the blanket, resting my hand on her hip, and her hand on mine, fingers intertwined. We watched together like this for an hour or so.
I must admit, Ro felt really good. I hadn't had a relaxing moment like this with a woman since... well, since that other woman, whose name shall remain unspoken. I'd missed those moments, and it took someone else snuggling in her place to make me realize how much. Her hair was right there, begging to be sniffed and stroked, so I did, and she smelled great. She patted my hand.
"Can you pause it for a second. I need to go pee," she said quietly, extricating herself from my arm and the covers. She scooted off to the bathroom, and watched her sexy ass wiggle all the way out of sight.
"Ooooooo boy," I exhaled, "get a grip, Dave... She's your sister, not your secretary."
When she returned, I was treated to the front view, which was every bit as enthralling as the rear one, although I tried to be a little more subtle with my observance of her jiggling globes. She smiled as she stopped in front of the couch. I expected her to sit, but she instead placed her knee on the cushion, and leaned closer.
"Don't you want to sit?" I asked, holding the blanket up for her. She leaned in further.
"Not really," she breathed. Her eyes were flitting around my face, and had a disconcerting look to them.
"Ro... what are you doing?" I laughed, pulling back, leaning sideways until I ran out of room.
"Something... " she whispered, now hovering over my body, her face inches from mine, "... that I've wanted to do..." she pressed closer, "... for a very, very long time." She stopped, her lips almost touching mine.
I was torn. If it had been anyone but my sister... Well, I probably don't need to finish that thought. Her eyes bored into mine, glistening wetly, peeking through the sexy red bangs of her lustrous tresses. She wasn't the sister I remembered. Of course, the sister I remembered was a long time ago, and a long way away. This was a grown woman, with a mind of her own, and a body to die for.
I pressed forward, and she jerked back, maintaining the gap. I inched up, but she matched me, keeping her lips just out of reach.
"Ro," I whispered, "You're killing me. Either kiss me, or get off." I put my hand up, gently gripping the back of her neck. "Yes, or no?" I asked, giving her a last chance to withdraw.
She didn't hesitate again, pressing her lips to mine without a word. The kiss started soft, and slow. She was still bridging her body above mine, but when I pulled gently on her neck, she moaned loudly, parted her lips and pressed the full length of her body against mine. Our tongues tangled, and Ro snorted sharp, excited breaths through her nose. My arms cradled her close, wrapping her tightly, as the heat level of the kiss ramped up rapidly. She was doing her best to swallow my tongue, moaning with delight, and squirming slowly on top of me. I slid my hand down her sides, letting them finally come to rest on the firm cheeks of her ass.
"David," she whispered, when she came up for air, "I have a confession to make. I said I didn't come here to disrupt your love life, but that might not be entirely true," she said, looking a little guilty. "And, when I said I was just jealous at your wedding, that wasn't quite true, either. I was in love with you," she breathed, her eyes examining mine carefully. "I always have been, since I was a little kid. Back then, of course, it was just a crush... I didn't know what love was. You were an adult and I was just a silly kid, but even when I grew up, I could never get you out of my head." She paused, and I could see in her eyes that she was worried she'd said too much.
"Go ahead, Ro. I'm listening. You can tell me anything. I'll always love you," I said, trying to soothe her.
She took a deep breath.
"I lost all the weight, and I started to feel much better about myself. Guys started to notice me, which I really liked, especially after I had my boobs done, but even though they were eager to be with me, I wasn't thrilled to be with them. It didn't feel the same." Tears were in her eyes. "They weren't you."
"Then you got divorced," she said, smiling slightly. "I was furious, that anyone would do that to you, and cause you that pain. I was also happy, because I had a chance. The final piece was your transfer. I had to come. I had to try. No one knows us here. No one knows what happens in this apartment, but us."
Her lips were trembling. The little sister I had always tried to protect was terrified, and what hurt me most was that she was terrified of me. Of what I might say that would destroy her world.
I wasn't ignorant to the gravity of the situation. If we went down this road, there was no going back, literally. We could never go back home as a couple, never let anyone know who we really were, or what we were doing. We would be helped by the fact that we had different surnames ; Mom had hyphenated when she married Dad, so I was a Hathaway, while Carolyn was a Willson.
But then again, this was Rome, a city with a history of relationships that were at best highly questionable, at worst blatantly and publicly incestuous. Those Emperors had indulged in the family gene pool with full intent, and planning to produce heirs. Still, the Roman empire hadn't crumbled due to three-headed children.
She was right ; No one would know. Any residual resistance melted away.
Ro was laying on top of me, waiting for me to say something... anything... to put her out of her misery. I looked into her fear-filled eyes, and said one word, answering the unspoken question that hung in the room. She wanted me. Did I want her?
"Yes."
The look on her face was just like the one I'd seen that evening when I met her in the bar, except her smile this time was bigger. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and hugged me so tight I was worried our love affair would end before it started. She buried her face in my chest and screamed with glee.
With the crisis past, she finally just relaxed, resting her head on my chest, tickling me with her fingertips, while I stroked her hair with one hand, and fondled her ass with the other. Her voice was soft and sweet when she spoke.
"David, honey? I brought something sexy to wear to bed. Should I go have a shower and put it on for you?"
I smiled. "Ro, you don't need any help to be sexy... But I'd love to see what you brought."
She craned her neck and kissed me again. "I hope you don't mind waiting. I'll be as quick as I can. Shall I meet you in the bedroom?" she asked as she stood. I nodded, and she raced off to her room, reappearing less than a minute later with an armload of stuff.
"No peeking! No peeking!" she giggled, dashing into the bathroom. The shower started, the door closed, and I was left in a quiet room with my thoughts, hoping we weren't making a mistake. I had a feeling that even if we were, it was going to be a pleasurable one.
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I shut off the TV and moved into my, rather our, bedroom. Shit! I thought, I can't sleep with my sister on the same sheets that I fucked my secretary on! And on the same day!
I ripped the soiled bedding off, stuffing it into the laundry basket, and raced to the closet. Fortunately, there were three sets of sheets, for the three bedrooms, and one set was not being used. I grabbed them and bolted back to the bedroom, making the bed in record time.
I undressed and climbed into bed, flipping on the small TV for company. I didn't really have long to wait. Ro's voice wafted in from the hallway.
"Honey? Are you ready?" she called.
"Oh shit, I hope so," I whispered, to myself, before calling back to her, "All set, baby."
I looked to the doorway. Her shadow dappled the wall, announcing her approach. At last she stopped, standing in the door frame.
Words fail me. She was absolutely stunning, easily the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen in person. Ro had primped herself within an inch of her life. Her hair, freshly washed and curled, cascaded in flaming waves around her pretty features. The long curls tumbled over her shoulders, reflecting highlights of radiant copper. Her lashes batted at me while I sat dumbstruck on the bed, taking in her beauty. My dick reacted, stirring under the sheets.
"I lied, Ro. I wasn't ready. You're more beautiful than I could ever have imagined," I gasped. "I mean it. Are you sure I'm worthy?"
"Aww, listen to you! You're so sweet!" she giggled, stepping closer. Her movements brought the rest of her appearance to light.
The 'something sexy' she had mentioned was very much that ; a black babydoll, combining satin and lace, with a ruffled hem that just obscured her crotch. The halter neckline was deeply cut, almost to her navel, with a red bow across the bustline, holding it closed, or relatively so, over her full breasts. She saw my eyes roaming over her body, and did a quick spin, fast enough to make the ruffles fly up and show her bare behind, with its thong string bisecting the firm flesh.
"Do you like it?" she whispered, toying with the bow tied across her boobs.
"Oh my god, Ro... Yes!" I grunted, "Please! Come here! Now!" I had to have her.
"Well, I don't know," she laughed, getting one more tease in. It was a quick tease. She dove onto the bed, and into my arms.
I took control, rolling her onto her back, while I rested on my side beside her. We kissed again, although these ones made the kisses we shared in the living room earlier seem like platonic pecks. Her lips tasted like cherries, and were the same colour, my new favourite lip gloss. We both moaned our approval and continued to feast on each other. My right hand moved from her neck down to her breast, squeezing the firm fullness gently. She responded with more ferocity, kissing me harder. She broke away, exhaling a quivering, desperate breath.
"Oh god, David... I can't take any more of this," she gasped, "I need you... Please, don't make me wait!"
I plucked at the bow on her chest, which opened her cleavage for my inspection. Ro reached up behind her neck, and untied it there, pushing the flimsy fabric down to her waist, giving me my first full view of her magnificent chest. I was stunned, again.
"Ro, that doctor wasn't just a surgeon, he was an artist!" I breathed. "They... You... Are perfect!"
"Thank you," she giggled, "and I agree... She was an artist."
Her breasts attracted my lips by some unstoppable unseen force. I kissed her nipples, nuzzling and nibbling the thick, stubby buds, while Ro stroked my hair lovingly. She was mewling softly.
My right hand slid slowly down from her breast, across her tummy, to her satin covered pussy. As if by magic, her legs spread slightly, allowing my hand to caress her. She was hot, her pussy radiating the heat of arousal, and I made the decision to move down her body. Ro had other ideas.
She pushed me off her, and rolled out of bed, quickly but carefully shedding her lingerie. She immediately rejoined me in bed, but she had a hungry look in her eyes. She pulled the sheets off, and moaned as my naked body was revealed. My dick was standing at attention.
"Ah, there it is!" she giggled. She crawled up between my legs with feline grace, stopping with her face inches from the object of her interest. She cupped my balls gently with one hand, and cradled my erection with the other. "Such a nice, big, hard cock! I'm going to enjoy introducing you to my wet, little kitty. I bet you'll make me cum reeeeeeeeeal good!" she purred, rubbing her pretty face against my dick.
"First, though," she whispered, grinning up at me, "I'd like to suck every drop of hot, sticky cum you can give me down my throat, if that's okay with your master?" She smiled, and ran her tongue up the side of my shaft, in a long slow slurp, like licking a stick of candy. I groaned. Not only did it feel incredible, the sight of her pink taster and cherry red lips on my dick was one of the most erotic visions of my life. She repeated the process, over and over, from all sides of my hard cock, driving me crazy. I was moaning loudly.
"I didn't hear an answer," she whispered, licking again. "Vuoi che a succhiare il cazzo?"
Fuck! I knew I should have stuck with Rosetta Stone! 'Succhiare' sounds like suck... I'll bet she's asking if I'd like her to suck my cock. That I understand.
"Yes... Um, I mean 'Si, per favore'... Fuck, Ro, is this really the time for a lesson in Italian?! Suck my cock, please!" I groaned, squirming under her attention.
"Just giving you an incentive!" she giggled, and plunged her mouth over the head. Those plump red lips stretched wide around the thickness of my shaft, sliding slowly down the length. Visually, it was astounding, and I watched my sister's mouth pleasure me like none had ever done before. My cock was a little more than any woman I'd ever been with could handle, orally. Longer and thicker than the norm, most girls just sucked what they could fit in, usually a bit more than half, which felt great, but as Ro's lips reached desperately for my pubes, I finally knew the bliss of being deep throated. Oh my god! I almost spewed right then. Ro gagged, and backed off.
She stroked my shaft, dripping with her saliva, and joined to her lips by a string of spit, while she caught her breath. Her eyes were teary from gagging, but she was nothing if not determined.
"Fuck, that's a big, thick cock! I almost had it... So close! I'm gonna get this monster down my throat yet!"
Ro parted her lips again, and did as promised. I felt her throat swallowing, opening and letting my tool slide the last fractions of an inch down. Her lips buried in my pubic hair, her tongue tickled the base of my cock. She moaned in triumph, and bobbed her head, fucking me with her mouth. Every half dozen stokes she'd go to full depth again, then take a breath by shortening the length of her movements.
Already the best blowjob I'd ever had in my 31 years on the planet, Ro had one last trick up her sleeve, or perhaps I should say, up my ass. One of her fingertips began to rub little circles around my butt hole, occasionally plucking the tight little ring, and finally insinuating itself past the muscular threshold. She didn't go very deep, but she didn't have to, because the anal stimulation was just the cherry on top. Her mouth was the main event, and I was going to explode in it.
"Oh fuck, Ro, that's it baby! Suck my cock! I'm gonna fucking cum so hard in your mouth, baby! Don't stop! Please don't stop! Aghhhh! Yes!... Cumming! FUUUUCK!"
Her nose was pressed hard against my pubic bone, and I sent several rockets of hot, thick semen straight into her belly. She held her breath and swallowed, gulping loudly, taking everything I had.
It's a good thing I was already laying down, because I would have been anyway. There's no way I could have stood up through that orgasm. My whole body was shaking.
Ro gave my spent dick a few more deep sucks, cleaning up the residue of semen and saliva, then pulled her mouth off with a pop. She curled up on her side, still between my legs, catching her breath. It took a minute or two, before she crawled up beside me. She brought the covers with her, tucking me in and pulling my head to her chest. We laid there in silence for several minutes more. At last, the post-orgasmic fog lifted from my brain, and I could speak.
"My god, Ro... That was the most incredible... How?... When?... Who?" I babbled. I said I could speak. I didn't say it would be eloquent.
"How did I learn to suck cock like that?" she laughed, getting the general idea.
"Um yeah... What you said," I replied, my head still spinning.
"Well, just because I was fat, didn't mean I wasn't horny. As soon as I turned eighteen, I, um, had lots of practice. High school boys don't last very long, but they're eager," she explained with a shrug. "What can I say? I was a slut. A horny, cocksucking slut. No one wanted to fuck me, but they were lined up for my blowjobs." She moved so that I could see directly into her eyes.
"Understand me clearly," she whispered, kissing me, "I was a slut... Past tense. I'm yours now. No one else's. I said I loved you, and I meant it." She kissed me again. "Now... If you want me to be your slut," she grinned, "I'd be happy to comply."
Having my own personal slut, especially one with big, yummy tits, great legs, and sexy red hair, was sounding very appealing, certainly if that blowjob was any indication of her future skills. I would have loved to just climb aboard and fuck the shit out of her, but my dick was comatose for now. Perhaps I could find something else to do, to kill time, while my penis recovered.
Hmmm... What to do?
I ducked under the sheet, and Ro giggled, knowing where I was going. She laid back and spread her thighs wide, making room for me. Trapped under the covers, her scent was unmistakably that of a highly aroused pussy. She rolled the blankets back so she could watch me, and so I could see what I was doing.
My sister's pussy was very pretty. Shaved bare, of course... lest the carpet be found to differ from the drapes... her labia were a dark rose colour, thin and tight, with just a hint of butterfly wings on the inner lips. Those lips gapped open enough to allow the pale pink of her inner folds to peek out, and show just how wet she was. A little trickle of her oily secretions was oozing slowly toward her similarly coloured and equally pretty rear entrance I used two fingers to spread the lips slightly at the top... There it was. About the size and colour of a small pink pearl, Ro's little clitoris stood up to be noticed.
Finished with my visual inspection, I licked her from asshole to clit, in one long motion. She tasted as good as she looked and smelled. Ro sucked in a startled breath, then moaned softly.
"Mmmm hmmm, that's it baby... I love a firm tongue on my pussy. Lick me... Lick me and make me fly," she whispered.
It's only fair that I return the favour. I went to town, snaking my tongue between, around, and over her delicious folds. She groaned, and her hips twitched, pressing her moist slit harder against my mouth. I listened... to her sounds of enjoyment, little pants, squeals and moans that told me if I was on the right track. Mostly, l listened to her body, feeling when my probing tongue caused a telltale twinge, flex or shudder.
She hissed, wriggling her hips again, and putting her hand on the back of my head. I had found her sweet spot, and now I concentrated on it.
"Oh god! Lick my fucking cunt, big brother!" she groaned.
I was in no hurry. I needed time to recover anyway, and I wanted to give her a long slow buildup, so I mentally bookmarked her most responsive areas, and went back to enjoying my exploration of her body.
I caressed Ro's thighs with both hands, sampling the smooth, firm, muscular curves. I lifted her legs, pressing them back to her chest, and opening her wider. She sensed my plan and willingly grasped her legs behind the knees, pulling them back and open even more. Her pussy and ass were now available for comfortable exploitation.
I just couldn't resist giving her cute, tight little starfish a few probing licks. I'm sure there would come an occasion where that sexy back door would be stuffed full of my cock, but it wouldn't be tonight. Still, that didn't mean I would completely ignore her ass.
I licked around her labia gently, following the soft creases from bottom to top, doing little circles around her eager little clit every time I was in the neighbourhood. Ro moaned softly, enjoying the routine, but she gasped when I slid my fingertip into the bottom edge of her pussy. Her lips opened to admit my intruding digit as I probed deeper into her warm, wet recess, while my tongue fluttered softly around her clitoris. She was like a saturated sponge, oozing honey every time I plunged my finger into her.
I added a second finger, giving her a preview of what I planned to do to her once my cock had resumed full functionality. Ro's legs shook, but she held them tightly in place, displaying herself for me to pleasure her.
I flicked the tip of my tongue over her clit, receiving a long hiss of encouragement from her, but she whimpered in protest when I withdrew my fingers. Of course, she didn't know what I had in mind.
Her clit now took the full brunt of my attention, as I sucked and licked the little pink nub with gentle fury. My fingertips, slick with her juices, began to tease her asshole, plucking the rim and rubbing over the tight, puckered opening.
"Oh god, David... Yes! That's it! I'm gonna cum so huge!" she moaned, undulating her hips and trying to press her ass onto my fingers. I pushed, and one digit slipped past her muscular rim, dipping into her anus. "Oh yes! Finger my ass! Deeper! Finger my ass and suck my clit!"
Well, as a certain TV character was heard to say so often, 'I love it when a plan comes together'. I gently pistoned her asshole with one finger while mercilessly assaulting her pussy with my lips and tongue. Ro let out a long, continuous groan of satisfaction, her pitch rising and falling like a sexual siren. A quiver shook her voice, building as she neared her peak. Her ass clutched at my finger, trying to pull it deeper, obviously enjoying the stimulus. Who knew my sister was so anal?
Ro's ass clamped on my finger, and she shrieked, but held her legs in place. I kept my lips on her clit, licking and sucking as she came, gushing hot honey into my mouth. It was delicious, and I kept lapping it up, pushing her into a second orgasm, which proved too much for her grip. Her legs draped over my shoulders, and she twisted her body, writhing in ecstasy. Her shriek had moved into the frequency range that only canines could hear, so now her mouth gaped open in a mute expression of glee. At last, her body relaxed, and she flopped back on the bed, gasping for air, slowly returning to a colour less befitting a pomegranate.
I wiped my chin, and sat up, watching her trying to catch her breath. Her eyes appeared to be having trouble focusing as she looked up at me, yet another indication that I had accomplished my desired goal to give her as much pleasure as she had given me.
"Okay," she panted, "who told you to do that to my ass? That was so intense!"
Her blowjob had taken the edge off my urges, but my dick had recovered, hard and ready for action again. I was glad we hadn't just fucked each other in a furious flurry of hormones. We'd have plenty of time for uncontrollable ravishing and desperate gratification. I wanted our first time together to be something special, and unique, something we could look back on with fond memories. I was sure I'd never forget the feel of her mouth on my cock, and I hoped I'd given her a memorable first orgasm with my tongue. Now I wanted to make love to her... slowly, gently, lovingly.
Ro's eyes were closed, and she was breathing softly. I watched her beautiful face, so serene and peaceful, as I rolled into position between her thighs. Her pussy was pouting open now, giving me a more receptive target for my cock, and I pressed the head into the gap between her engorged lips.
Her eyelashes fluttered, and she smiled. Her arms came up around my shoulders, and her legs lifted to give me maximum access. Her voice was barely a whisper, but spoke loud and clear .
"I've waited my whole life for this, David. Take me, darling. Make love to me, please," she breathed, looking into my eyes. "I know we can't tell what the future will hold. I don't expect you to love me the way I Love you. I've had a bit of a head start," she smiled, "but for tonight, at least, I hope I can be your perfect woman, and satisfy ever need you have."
She was my sister, and as such I already loved her. Now she was giving herself, heart and soul, to me, and me alone. I couldn't help but feel that tugging at my own heart.
Carolyn hugged me close, pulling me into her slowly. Her pussy was so warm, wet, and welcoming that I slid in easily. She let out a little gasp of pleasure, and her mouth gaped open, but her eyes never left mine. She moaned softly when I finally filled her totally, and ground her hips up into mine, not wanting even the smallest fraction of my erection to be left out.
"There," she giggled, "just like I knew it would be... a perfect fit! Oh, so good!"
We began a gentle rhythm, rocking back and forth while caressing each other, kissing softly, and whispering attestations of our love. Ro felt so right in my arms. Since Kate had cheated, I'd had no real problem finding a willing partner to satisfy my physical needs, but no one who would or could meet my emotional ones. Ro was ready, willing and able to meet both.
She was right about the fit, as well... her pussy gripped the entire length of my shaft in a velvety embrace, soft yet snug. Every time I pressed my cock in, her feminine folds yielded smoothly, rippling sensations of bliss wrapping around my hard meat. Ro pulled away from my lips and panted up at me, urging me on with quiet words of direction.
"Fuck me, David... I'm yours... Fuck me good!"
A good changeup makes the fastball more effective, so I was changing things up every minute. My sister seemed to like it, not knowing when gentle, caring loving would give way to hard, frenzied fucking, and back again. She grunted and groaned under my body, gripping my ass with both hands and holding tight.
I rolled us over gently, putting Ro on top, where she slowly rose and fell on my shaft. She tucked her hips and squeezed with each upward stroke, pulling on my cock until she reached the top, where she relaxed her pussy and pressed down. I could see the pleasure written all over her face. Her mouth ajar, she emitted little squeals of joy, riding me, driven by the need to satisfy the burning desire within.
From below, I watched her big, beautiful breasts bounce and ripple with her movements. It was mesmerizing, and Ro saw me watching, leaning forward to dangle her quivering flesh in my face. Her stiff nipples grazed my lips several times, before I succeeded in capturing one of the delightfully erect nubs, latching on and suckling dutifully. She growled, and commenced a hard grinding of her clit against my pubic bone, gasping sharply as she neared her orgasm. It didn't take long. I released her nipple, replacing my lips with a pinching grasp on both of them.
"That's it, Ro," I encouraged, "cum for me, baby! You like my cock inside your hot, wet cunt, don't you?"
"Oh, you're so fucking right!" she moaned, undulating her hips. "You're gonna make me cum again!" I gave her pointy nips a little tweak, and she groaned, hanging her head back. "Shit! Harder! Pinch them harder! I love it!" I complied, and her body started to jerk and spasm as waves of pleasure hit her. She kept her head thrown back, mouth open in a mute scream of ecstacy, gasping squeaky little breaths while she continued to crush her clit against me. Finally, her body sated, she tipped her head forward, glaring at me with a look of grateful delight through the disarray of her sex-tangled bangs. She leaned down, resting her big boobs on my chest, and pressing her lips to mine.
"I think I was wrong about you," she whispered between kisses. She caressed my face gently. "You're even better than I hoped! You may have ruined me for anyone else."
I rolled us on our sides, facing each other, still inside her, and started to gently shaft her again.
"I'm not done yet, darling," I whispered, cupping her breast in my hand. She let her shoulders twist open, putting both her big tits on display for me, jiggling with each stroke of my cock into her dripping pussy. That motion encouraged me further, providing incentive to fuck her harder. Soon I was drilling her fervently, and her magnificent rack was swinging and dancing in time to my thrusting hips.
"God, David... Your cock feels so good!" she hissed. "Please, fuck me hard! Fuck me, and cum in my pussy! Let me feel your hot seed filling me up!"
I smiled at her, and kissed her again, before pulling out. I rolled her flat on her back, then hooked her legs over my arms, folding them back against her chest. Ro groaned, and I felt her hands gripping my slippery shaft, guiding it back into her needy crevice, a place I was more than happy to return to. She wanted me to cum inside her, so I dispensed with the loving treatment of her body, opting for complete ravishing instead, and shifting into high gear immediately.
"O-oh fu-uu-ck D-aaa-vi-d, y-es-sss!" she gasped as I pounded her twat. "Fu-uu-ck me!"
Ro's pussy gushed juices, soaking my balls, and I kept spearing her eagerly. Her pussy was working its magic, and a familiar warm tingle took residence in my belly, announcing the approach of my climax. I continued, fucking her as hard as I could, filling the room with the sharp, rhythmic 'slap' of flesh on flesh.
I was slamming down into her cunt now, driving her into the bed under my weight each time. She was moaning loudly, and staring up into my eyes with a look that told me to do it, to flood her honeypot with hot cum. That look was enough to light the fuse, and I gave her a final few desperate thrusts before I exploded deep inside her. Her eyes lit up as she felt my cock twitch and spew, and she smiled widely.
"Oh fuck, that's it baby! Squirt your juice in my cunt!" she hissed, holding me close. "So good... So good!"
I released her legs, and she wrapped her body around mine, cooing in my ear and stroking my hair. My exhausted cock began to shrivel, and I rolled off my sister. Just before I collapsed beside her, I saw a glob of my cum oozing slowly out of her abused, gaping vagina. The sight was more erotic than anything I'd ever seen ; my cum... my sister's pussy... an incestuous creampie, made more exciting when Ro dipped her fingers into her twat, scooping up some of the gooey, white jizz, and transferring it to her mouth. She licked her fingers clean and went back for more, sounding like she'd discovered the most delicious substance on earth.
She was, as she'd said, a slut... but now she was my slut, willing to do anything to please me, an idea that I was really starting to like.
Ro cuddled up next to me, nestled in my arms with her big boobs pressed hard against me, and quickly fell asleep, snoring softly. I listened to her breathing, smelling her hair, caressing her soft skin, and daydreaming about many future nights feeling the same things I was feeling now. Sister or not, Ro made me happy. Very happy.
Daydreaming soon gave way to dreaming of the nocturnal variety, as I joined her in slumber.
***
I was in the kitchen, making coffee. Last night had been the most memorable experience of my life, with this morning's delightful wakeup session high on the list as well. I was ruminating over that fact while I waited for the brewing to finish. When it did, I poured two cups, put them on a small tray, and carried them back to the bedroom. As I neared the doorway, I heard Ro's voice.
"Yes, Mom, I'm having a great time," she said happily. "David? Yes I've seen him..." she paused as I stopped in the doorway, and smiled. I was naked, so her words were ironic. "... and he's fine. I'm thinking about extending my stay a little bit... Yes... Yeah, I've met someone here, and he's... Yes, he's very nice, and he's shown me lots of things I never thought I'd see... Well Mom, he's actually a lot like David..." she winked, "... Tall, handsome..." she covered the mouthpiece, "nice big dick." She mouthed 'wow' as she uncovered the receiver, "Yes, I think you'd like him."
I listened as she talked casually to our Mother, all the while laying naked in my bed. One long sensuous leg was uncovered, all the way to her waist, where the rumpled sheet interrupted the view for a few vital inches, piled up against the smooth, lower curves of her breasts. The fabric spilled over, covering one breast completely, while the other was enticingly bare. Her erect nipple peeked out from under the tousled strands of her deep red locks, hair she twirled playfully around her finger as she spoke. Her eyes sparkled at me from across the room. She was truly beautiful, and right or wrong, for now at least, she was mine.
"Well, I should go Mom, before this call costs a fortune... Yes, I'll tell him you love him, if I see him. Bye Mom," she said, rubbing her ear as she pressed to off button on her phone. "Mom says Hi," she giggled.
"Did I hear right? You're staying?" I asked as I delivered her coffee.
"Well, if you'll... have... me," she whispered, batting her eyelashes. "I thought I'd stick around until you got tired of me," she added with a playful pout. "At the very least, maybe I can keep you from getting fired for sexual harassment... for a while, anyway."
Ro laughed, and beckoned me with a smoky, come hither look.
"Posso prega di succhiare il cazzo, cara mia?" she purred.
The last time she said something like that, 'yes', or rather 'si', was the decidedly correct and delightful response, so I went with that.
"Si," I replied... but in the interest of future conversation, I would be resuming my Italian language lessons Monday morning.
Right after I told Isabella we were through.
Oh boy.
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Thanks.When in Rome... Pt. 02
Removing the obstacles opens up opportunities.
David and his sister Ro are back, for part two of their Italian adventure
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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.
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Thanks again.When in Rome... Pt. 03
Ro gets revenge on her brother's tormentor.
David and his sister Ro are back, again.
I hope you enjoy this chapter. It's a little longer than usual, but revenge does take time.
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Ro was a great assistant. From day one, we functioned like a well oiled machine.
Actually, I should probably rephrase that. 'Ro' was my sister / partner / bedmate and sexual plaything of my dreams. The beautiful young woman that worked with me everyday was Carolyn Willson. She was the Clara Kunt to Ro's Superfuck, and her disguise was pretty similar as well, consisting of a pair of glasses, conservative hair style, and clothing befitting a librarian. Her spectacular curves camouflaged, she was all business, and it wasn't just an act.
My productivity went up exponentially, and within weeks of her arrival, we had attracted the attention of the company.
Ro had dealt with Mom and Dad, letting them know that she'd be staying here in Italy for the foreseeable future. She told them the truth. Okay, not really....she gave them the base model of the truth, stripped of all the bells, whistles, options and interesting bits. I agreed with her that they probably wouldn't find them as 'interesting' as we did. She told them her new boyfriend had gotten her a job here, and she was going to stay to work, which was true. Also much less likely to cause a stroke.
Most days, we would leave work separately, to maintain the illusion of individuality. Once we got home, we often did homework, and planning for the next day... when it didn't interfere with our sex life. Ro had a habit of doing paperwork naked, which often led to not doing paperwork naked, if you catch my drift.
One day, I arrived home a few minutes after Ro, to find her sipping a glass of wine in the living room. She was still dressed in her work attire, with her hair pulled back in a ponytail, and her glasses on. A sexy shoe dangled playfully from the toes of her foot, while she bounced her crossed leg absentmindedly. It was the huge smile that told me something was up.
I bent to kiss her, and she responded favourably, cupping the back of my neck as we tangled tongues. Greeting complete, I walked into the kitchen.
"I heard something very interesting today," she laughed, "and you won't believe who I heard it from."
It should come as no surprise that offices the world over have similarities to the ones in your home town. Gossip, politics, and gossip, regardless of the language spoken, were universal, and everywhere, if you want to know what's really going on, you need to be plugged into the secretarial pool, no pun intended. Fortunately, I wasn't just plugged in, I had an embedded reporter, with a vested interest in the information. For example, Ro had leaned that Isabella's time in the pool had been short, as she'd been plucked quickly by my boss, Giovanni, and fucked by him almost immediately. She was happy, having been promoted, and he was getting laid by a certified sexpot, so things settled down a little.
"Giovanni is moving to the Milan office, and he's taking Isabella with him," she smiled. "I heard it straight from her." I knew Isabella's presence was a thorn in Ro's side, so I was happy it would be removed, but the smile on her face was much more than just one of relief. There had to be more.
"That's not even the best part," she continued, uncrossing her legs and standing. She slowly walked toward me, her hips swinging in a sexy manner that told me I was in for a treat. "The word around the office, among those who know what to listen for, is that the front runner for his old office is..." she stopped in front of me, and wrapped her arms around my neck, cocking her head to prepare for another kiss, "... one David Hathaway! Congratulations, mister Vice President!" Her lips met mine, in a scorching embrace. She sucked my tongue eagerly, obviously more than a little excited. "I'm so proud of you."
Premature chicken counting aside, I knew this wouldn't be happening if it weren't for her help, and I wanted her to know that I appreciated it.
"Thank you, honey, but it's not a 'me' promotion. It's a 'we' promotion, and I'll never forget how much help you have been. I hope this is only the beginning." I know it sounded more like a speech made to an audience than thanking someone you love, but there would be much more to follow.
Much more did follow. We went out to dinner to celebrate, got home around 8, and by 9 we were in bed, using the horizontal surface for its secondary design purpose. There were a few lulls in the action, but by the time I rolled off her around 2, we were both hot, sweaty, satisfied and exhausted. We could both use a shower, but neither of us could muster the energy or coordination to stand, so we just cuddled together and went to sleep.
When morning arrived, Ro's effusive kisses gave me the impression she felt more than adequately compensated for her part in our promotion. I considered it a down payment.
***
A few days later, when I arrived home after work, I had a question for my sister. I had heard something at the office earlier, and was waiting until we were alone to get her take on it.
"Ro, you didn't tell me that Fred Watkins was retiring as well?" I asked. Fred was the President of the Italian Operations Unit, and he was retiring just after I would be moving into the Vice- President's Office. "What's the intelligence say on his replacement?"
"Oh, sorry," she said, giving me a sly look. "I was concentrating on us. Scuttlebutt says some guy named Mills... Harrison Mills. Anything else you want to kn..... " she stopped mid sentence. I guess the look on my face said it all. "I'm going to guess that you know him, and you're not going to be inviting him over for drinks. Not terribly fond of him?"
Where to start, on a loathing list for Harrison Mills? I felt my hands balling into fists of rage. Even though I was happier now with Ro than I'd ever been with Kate, when faced with the prospect of having to see one of the men that was involved in my wife's infidelity, all I could see was a red curtain of anger. I'd hoped that he would die a horrible death in a train wreck, a shark would bite his dick off on vacation in Florida, or at the very least, I would never see him or hear his name again.
"No. Not fond of him, at all," was my reply, through gritted teeth. "He's one of them," I spat. "He's the one that was well connected enough to get away, scot free."
"Ah, l had no idea," Ro said, holding my hand in hers. Her voice was soothing. "It's okay, David... just breathe, and relax. Come on, open your hands. Release the tension. Don't let him hurt you again. Remember that I Love You."
As usual, she was right. Nothing I did now would change what had happened, and nothing ever could. I may not have had anything to do with him fucking my wife, but I had everything to do with my own reaction to that event, especially now. He could only hurt me if I let his presence bother me. I took a deep breath, exhaled, and relaxed, as much as I could.
Ro took me in her arms and held me close. She stroked my hair softly, over and over, until she finally said what was on her mind.
"I'm going to get that son of a bitch! I promise you, he'll pay for what he did to my brother! Just leave him to me!"
I Loved Ro dearly, and thankfully I hadn't been on the receiving end of her considerable temper since we were kids. Hopefully, I never would again. For a split second, a very, very small part of me was almost sorry for that philandering bastard, but the feeling passed, replaced with one of curiosity.
"What do you have in mind?" I asked her.
"Don't know yet, but that prick will get his comeuppance. I'll start gathering info immediately. For now, you just relax. When he gets here, I know you'll have to deal with him, from day to day, but try not to let him get to you. I'll let you know if I need your help. Let him think he's won, until he finds out he's fucked."
***
Ro's revenge was set in motion, the next day. Being a woman, part of the secretarial sorority, and fluent in Italian, she was able to quickly and quietly get the word out about the new, incoming boss. His dubious history, which included numerous secretarial dalliances, as well as fucking my wife, was spread through the grapevine, with universal disgust. If Isabella proved anything, it's that Italian women like to be treated with respect, and if they don't get it....it's Vesuvius all over again. At the very least, he wouldn't be getting any extra trim from these women. They already loathed him, and he wouldn't be here for a month.
As for team Hathaway /Willson, we were one week away from moving into our new office. As the new V. P., we would get a bigger, more luxurious place to work, and its location in a corner of the building gave us more windows, and a much nicer view of the piazza. Things were looking up.
I came home to find my sister buzzing around the kitchen, full of energy. I stole up behind her, and kissed her neck, taking advantage of my position to also caress her skirt covered ass gently. We had agreed on a 'strictly business' policy when we were at work, but there were times when I couldn't help but think of the luscious body that her conservative attire was hiding. I'd even grown to love the glasses, and now found them sexy as hell. It was like working all day with a librarian, who led a double life as a stripper after hours. Very arousing.
Ro giggled, and turned to face me, allowing me to now get at her throat, a particular favourite of mine, and a particular weakness of hers. She gasped as I nibbled her gently. Still wearing the jacket of her business suit, her boobs were hidden, but I brushed the confining garment aside, and cupped her left breast firmly, squeezing its full, resilient mass. That elicited a moan of pleasure.
I gently began plucking the buttons on her shiny satin blouse. She'd gone with the monochromatic look today, and her blouse was nearly the same shade as her dark grey suit. Again, very sexy. As I got her top open far enough to see her cleavage, I also saw her bra, and this time, I gasped.
"Are you wearing the red one?" I asked, smiling at her. She nodded. "The panties, too?" Another nod. "Why, you naughty girl!" I laughed.
Her red bra was my favourite. So brief, it really didn't even cover her nipples, it somehow still had the structure necessary to lift and contain her big tits, resulting in some devastatingly delicious cleavage. The panties were virtually non-existent, just a couple of strings, and a tiny patch of fabric that usually wound up wedged in her pussy, and very, very wet. It's a good thing I didn't know she was wearing them under her clothes, or 'strictly business' might have given way to 'strictly fucking the shit out of her on my desk'. I verbalized something to that effect, and she gave me her slutty pout.
"That's okay. I knew I had them on, and that you'd go nuts if you knew. Kept me wound up all day. Now, let me tell you my news, so you can fuck me senseless," she whispered. I was still nuzzling her throat, and now had her blouse undone to her waist. My hands were inside, teasing her nipples. I couldn't believe she'd gone all day with her sensitive nips grating against the satin of her blouse. They sure were standing up hard.
"Go ahead, honey. I'm listening," I replied, still kissing and fondling her.
"No, you're not. I know men in general, and you in particular. As long as there's a willing woman in the room, your dick is calling the shots....and it doesn't have ears!" She pushed me back, and closed her blouse and jacket over her breasts, holding it tight.
"Okay. Now I'm listening," I relented. I knew better than to argue with her. She began her debrief.
"Operation Retribution has begun," Ro said, with a satisfied smile. "My network of spies has been mobilized. By the time 'The Bastard' gets here, we'll know everything we need to, to formulate a plan." She giggled, and rubbed her hands together. My eyes dropped to her jiggling breasts for a second.
"I leave that to you, General," I laughed. "Having fun?"
"A little," she admitted reluctantly, looking embarrassed. "Am I a horrible person?"
"Oh, absolutely," I replied, moving back into her arms. My hands resumed their exploration of her breasts. "Horribly sexy," I whispered, kissing her neck. She groaned, and ground her hips against me. "Horribly arousing," I continued, "horribly naughty....horribly seductive..."
"And horribly horny," she hissed, grabbing my head with both hands. Her mouth was on mine a second later, and her tongue would not be denied entrance. I started to lift her skirt, but she stopped me, breaking the kiss to speak.
"Too tight," she panted, kissing again. "Never work..." kiss, "bedroom....hurry!"
We left a trail of clothes a blind man could follow, leading from the kitchen, across the living room and down the short hall to where we stumbled into the bedroom. No foreplay was either required or requested, as Ro just pushed me onto the bed naked, reefed her tiny panties aside, and mounted my rampant cock without ceremony.
In our time together, I'd seen her pretty excited a few times, but this took it to a new level. Wet doesn't do it justice, as her pussy literally squelched when she impaled herself. She made it perhaps ten furious, frenzied strokes, with her breasts bouncing wildly out of her bra, and her hairdo succumbing to her motions to tumble out of its bun, before she shrieked in glee and came. It hit her like a freight train, and she collapsed still twitching onto my chest, gasping for air. I just held her, stroking her tangled hair, and counting myself lucky that this remarkable woman wanted to be right here, with me.
"Ooooooo, that's better," she moaned, rising wearily. "I really needed that! Probably should have done myself at lunch....I was so fucking horny all day. Too much stimulation."
"That'll teach you!" I laughed.
"Yeah," she agreed, struggling to free herself from the sexy little red bra. She finally did, and tossed it across the room.
"I love that bra on you," I pouted as I watched it fly past. "it really squishes your big boobs together nicely. Makes some killer cleavage," I observed, as though telling her something she didn't know.
"Mmmm hmmm," she nodded. "That's because it's a cup size too small, but since it barely has any cups at all, it works out fine. It's surprisingly comfortable, too." She started to rise and fall on my cock again, much more gently and subdued, now that her urgent need was past. "And now, back to our regularly scheduled programming!" she groaned.
She rotated her hips, gently twisting her pussy on my shaft as she stroked herself, rising and falling smoothly, and with considerably less fury than earlier, but no less passion. I watched my darling sister impale herself, a look of heavenly satisfaction on her pretty face, and said a silent prayer, that she would still have that look twenty years from now.
Maybe I was getting ahead of myself. Maybe it was the prospect of having to deal with that prick Mills. Maybe I was afraid he'd do it again, and if he did, maybe I was wondering what Italian prisons were like, because I would kill him with my bare hands.
I palmed Ro's tits gently, listening to her purr happily as she rode me. This part of our lovemaking session was for her. She had spent the whole day having her sensitive little nubbins teased to erection by the slippery satin of her blouse, and I knew from experience that her nipples were hard wired directly to her clit. Stimulating one end of the circuit had a predictable effect on the other end. Stimulating both ends at the same time had an equally predictable effect on her, often ending in a little thing she liked to call an orgasm. I called it lots of fun to watch.
With a breast held firmly in each hand....something that was a bit harder with Ro than a lot of women, since her tits were more than a handful...I thumbed her stiff nipples, flicking them roughly. She gasped, and ground her clit harder against me.
"Yes," she hissed through clenched teeth, "suck my nipples, please! Help me cum, baby....I'm so close."
"Well, okay, if you insist," I grumbled, feigning reluctance poorly. I latched onto her left breast, and suckled dutifully.
"That's it baby, suck me good," she groaned. "Gonna cum....gonna cum....gonna....CUM!" she shrieked, as her body began to twitch and shake through her orgasm. She leaned back, pulling her nipple forcefully from the grasp of my lips. I held her hands, providing the stability that her climax had rendered useless, until she finally opened her eyes, and smiled.
"Thank you, baby. That was great," she moaned, as she leaned forward and snuggled softly on my chest. I let her rest there, holding her gently, stroking her hair, which smelled wonderful, as it usually did.
I rolled us over. Now she was looking up at me through her tousled locks, with a sexy pout on her face that suggested she would like some more.
"Ooooooo, yes," she whispered, "c'mon baby....fuck me hard! Pound my little pussy!"
I smiled as I pulled out of her, reaching down to yank her little red panties off. They were so small, they really weren't in the way, but they were the only thing left between her and nudity. Once the tiny red swatch was on the floor, I remounted her, and she put her two-cents worth into my positioning, hooking her wide-spread legs over my shoulders. Her eyes burned holes in mine.
"Hard," she cooed, "and fast. Don't hold back....just fuck me, baby, and blow your wad all over me!"
One of the things I loved about Ro is how she seemed to know exactly when to give me permission to be completely selfish. She'd had her fun, already, and now wanted me to have mine.
I did as requested, plunging hard, full length strokes deep into her cunt. The room filled with the sounds of animalistic rutting ; grunts, groans, gasps and the loud slapping collisions of our bodies. Ro's thighs were pressed back into her breasts, her body folded in half under my weight and the onslaught of my thrusts. Her pussy clutched wetly at my shaft, making slurpy, sucking noises as I pistoned her furiously.
"Oh - god - Da - vid - fuck - me - fuck - me - fuck - me!" she gasped, holding my shoulders tightly.
My balls were gurgling, ready to erupt. Her pussy was a heavenly velvet sheath, milking me firmly, bringing the point of no return ever closer. She could either feel it or read it on my face.
"Do - it - cum - on - me - ba - by!"
Nothing could stop that now. I pulled out, and managed two strokes with my hand before the first stream arced through the air and landed with a splash on her face. A second one followed. The third and fourth were less robust, and decorated her chest with ribbons of pearly goo.
I laid gently beside her and watched her scoop up and gobble my cum from its various landing spots. My sister....my own personal, self confessed cum slut. Life was good.
***
The day arrived....the day when the sleazebag content of our office went up exponentially. The day Harrison Mills took over the Rome office.
I came out of our bedroom, to find Ro dressed for work, reading the paper calmly and looking fabulous. I could see a change in her usual attire.
"Is this part of the plan?" I asked, walking up behind her. The usual bun of her hairdo had been replaced by a soft french braid. That alone would have caught my attention, but there was more. Her skirt was longer, ending just below her knees, but tighter, making her firm ass even more noticeable. Her usual low heels had given way to calf high boots with spike heels. Relatively minor changes, but they took her sexy factor up several notches.
"Trying to get noticed?" I added.
"Counting on it," she answered. "One must have the right bait to catch a lecherous prick."
"I'm not sure I like this plan," I replied. "I don't like dangling you in front of him."
"Don't worry, baby," she whispered, caressing my cheek. "He's the one in trouble. It's only a matter of time until he hits on me."
"You're sure? I asked.
"Pretty sure," she said, walking into the kitchen. The higher heels of her boots made her feet strike harder with each step, and her boobs reacted in the predictable manner, bouncing a bit more. It was an attention getter.
"Every other woman in the building hates him already. They'll be watching him like a hawk, and reporting to me. I have already made a connection with his new secretary, Ariella, and made sure she knows all the details of his past. She's very attractive...slim, perky....and married, to a big guy from a family in Sicily."
"So....Fuhgeddaboutdit," I laughed.
"Yeah," she laughed in return. "Not even he's dumb enough to bark up that tree! He won't find anyone even remotely receptive to his advances....except me."
"You see, that's the part I hate. The thought of him touching you makes me ill," I said angrily.
"Me too, but the thought of him getting away with everything bothers me more." She stopped in front of me, and bounced her tits a bit.
"I don't think he'll be able to resist those. I wasn't able to," I said.
"Thanks. I was going to say it, but I didn't want to sound too conceited," she laughed. "We have all the cards, baby. He doesn't know who I am, or that I know what he did, or that every woman here has been warned. He thinks he's the boss, with all the power. He thinks he can do anything he wants, because he has before, and he thinks he got away with it then. He's wrong, because we have a plan, and we know something else he doesn't."
"What's that, Sweetie?" I asked.
"That hell hath no fury like a woman scorned...and that the fury knows no statute of limitations," she winked.
***
The first week passed uneventfully, at least as far as conflict goes. He wasted no time at all before confirming that he hadn't changed one iota.
It didn't take him long to notice Ro. The first time he walked into my office, I watched him leer at her. She was digging into a file cabinet, and had her perfect ass available for his gaze. Then she plunked down in her chair, making her big tits jiggle, before 'noticing' that he was there. She stood, and extended her hand.
"Mr. Mills.... Nice to meet you. I'm Carolyn Willson.... Mr. Hathaway's assistant." How she managed not to gag when he took her hand is beyond me, but she smiled graciously, even when he quite obviously ran his eyes over her body. She was showing just a hint of cleavage, and even from a distance, I could see his attention focus on her chest for a few extra seconds.
As he turned his back and walked toward me, Ro made eye contact. She mimed sticking her finger down her throat. That made me smile, which he took as being happy to see him. If only he knew I had a Harrison Mills doll in my desk drawer, and plenty of pins.
"David," he smiled, shaking my hand. "Moving up in the world, I see?"
Fuck you, you arrogant prick! I thought. I just nodded, and forced a smile. Thankfully, his visit wasn't social, just an introductory tour of his new domain, and he left quickly. Ro stepped in after he left.
"Not exactly subtle, is he?" she laughed, shuddering. "I feel like I need a shower. You okay?"
"Yeah, I'll live," I replied. "You?"
"Well, he gives me the willies, but I just keep thinking of how good it will feel when we nail his ass," she smiled. "Try to remember....it's all part of the plan." She was right, as usual.
I managed to keep my interactions with Mills to a minimum, but even that meant I had to see him at least once a day. Once too often for my tastes, but necessary if we were going to put the plan in action.
As for that plan, it was very definitely in action. Ro was taking every opportunity to bait him, and each time he visited us, she would be a little more friendly.
One day, Ro walked into my office. She was jiggling nicely, and stood next to my desk, bending over to get my signature, and my attention. It would seem the one of the buttons on her blouse had come undone, letting more cleavage come out to play. She was using me as a guinea pig, and I wasn't immune to her display.
"Nice tits, by the way," I whispered, putting down my pen.
"What? These?" she giggled, tipping her glasses down, and putting her hand to her chest. "You think he'll notice?"
"He's an asshole, and a bastard, but he's not blind or dead. He'll notice," I laughed.
"I'll fill you in later," she whispered, scooping up the paperwork, and wiggling her ass out the door. I saw her turn down the hallway towards Mills' office.
"Good luck, honey," I breathed.
A few minutes later, she was back, sporting a big smile. She flashed me a thumbs up, rebuttoned her blouse, and went back to work. I understood why she couldn't tell me what happened yet ; we needed to maintain the illusion while we were at the office. That didn't make waiting for an update easier to handle. The day was far too long.
When I arrived home, Ro was waiting, eager to let me in on the day's events.
"He's definitely circling the bait," she smiled. "When I walked in, I nodded to Ariella, and she got on the phone, letting me deal with him directly. I paused at his doorway, and asked if I could come in, so I'd be sure he was watching, then walked in and around his desk. You should have seen his eyes. He couldn't stop checking out my girls." She giggled, and cupped her breasts, just in case I was unsure of what 'her girls' were.
"I handed him the file, and stood back, but he had questions, which I'm quite certain were just excuses to get me to lean over, and point out the answers that were right there. He got a real good look, but it was what he did after her signed it and handed it back that tells the tale. He gave it back with one hand, and touched my forearm with the other, then he gave me that smile of his....the one that makes my skin crawl, and he somehow thinks is sexy." She shuddered again. "Anyway, we're in motion. I'll keep giving him the opportunity to ogle me, and see where it goes."
Where it went was predictable. Ro kept showing him some skin....innocently, of course....and he kept taking liberties. His touchy-feely exploits went from touching her arm, to her shoulders, then her back. That's about when the chatting began, and I found it more difficult to sit quietly while my sister told me what had transpired.
"We're certainly getting close," she recapped one day. "He's getting pretty handsy, and even though I'm fending him off and verbally discouraging his advances, he's still pressing forward. He put his hand on my ass today. I told him to keep his hands to himself, and he gave me the old standard 'you're so beautiful I can't help myself' excuse. If he only knew that every time he opens his mouth, he's being recorded, and digging his own grave."
Ro had been carrying the spy pen with the digital recorder in it for about two weeks now, and there was a considerable file of downloaded audio on her computer at home. She was doing another download one day when I came home.
"Come here, honey. You should hear this," she called when she saw me. She pressed play.
I heard Ro's voice first : "Mr. Mills, please don't touch me like that! What makes you think you can do that? It's even worse since you're married."
"Yes, I'm married, but what my wife doesn't know won't hurt her. She trusts me," he said, the arrogance dripping from his voice. "As for why I can do it, don't forget who you work for, Miss Willson. Give that some thought."
"Take your hands off me!" she gasped, and I heard a slap. "The next one will be your face!"
"You can go now, Miss Willson. Think about your job. I can make your life so much easier, or I can make it hell," he sneered. "It's your choice."
Ro smiled. I wasn't so happy. Listening to that bastard groping my sister would have been bad enough, but since Ro and I were much more than just siblings, it was torture.
"Where did her touch you?" I growled.
"My butt," she replied. "David....remember, this is the plan. What we have already is enough to get him fired, but we want him to pay a higher penalty, right? He destroyed your marriage, and while I'm happy to be the beneficiary of that tragedy, that doesn't mean he should get away with it. He hurt you, and he's completely unrepentant. That can't go unpunished."
"Okay Sweetheart," I said quietly. "I just feel so helpless."
"I know baby," she whispered, "but you're not alone. You're part of us, and we are far from helpless. We're leading him exactly where he wants to go, and when he gets there, he'll give us what we need to bury him."
***
I didn't sleep well that night. Ro's reassuring words and comforting embrace notwithstanding, I felt the way I had been after learning of my wife's infidelity. Having been down this road with Harrison Mills before, I couldn't shake the feeling of dread that consumed me.
***
The next morning, Ro had a request for me.
"Baby, I need you to push his buttons a little," she said.
"With pleasure," I said, standing up and flexing my hand, forming the fist that I was more than happy to use on him. "You want him unconscious, or just damaged?"
"Easy there, Sweetheart," she laughed, patting my chest and calming me down. "I said push his buttons, not punch his nose! I know you really want to deck him, but we have him right where we want him. We'll punish him in a better way." She sat down beside me and took my hand. "I just need your help to nudge him into action, but you need to stay in control. I understand it's going to be difficult, but I know you can do it."
I sighed, and smiled.
"Okay, honey. I'll do it," I said, feeling the stress slowly drain away. "I should know better than to argue with you. Besides, if your plan for him works half as well as your plan to get me, he's a dead man." I looked at her and she grinned.
"I see my methods have been discovered," she giggled. "Are you voicing regrets?"
I took her in my arms and kissed her, letting all my feelings for her pour out through my embrace. The kiss lasted a minute or so, and made Ro melt in my arms. When I finally pulled away, she sighed.
"Mmmm, wow. That was nice," she breathed.
"Did that feel like regret?" I asked.
"No," she whispered, "it certainly didn't. We may need to continue this conversation in the bedroom."
"If we did that, we'd be late for work," I laughed.
"Hmmmm, yes. Quite a quandary," she giggled, kissing me again. "Now where was I?"
"I'm supposed to push his buttons, not break his nose," I replied.
"Right," she laughed, regaining her focus. "He likes fucking women, yes, but what really gets him off is exerting his power. He did it to you once, and I'm betting he absolutely won't be able to resist doing it again, especially to you. He wants to show you he can take anything you have, and you're powerless to stop him."
"But, we're not, right?" I asked.
"You're catching on!" she said. "So, you go confront him. Get in his face. Tell him you're not going to let him do it again. That will pretty much guarantee he'll try, and when I resist, he'll probably want to tell me how smart he is. Arrogant assholes like him always think they have it all figured, and when he blows his own horn, his ass is ours."
So, with today's strategic planning complete, we headed for work, in our usual staggered arrival pattern. I was going to be confronting Mills in the morning, and Carolyn would offer herself up as bait in the afternoon, and the bait was very tempting. She was wearing the little red bra, again, which was the next best thing to being braless. After I wound him up, he'd be all over her, and we'd get the last nails for his coffin.
I was up first, and I was nervous. I hoped that I could keep my emotions under control when faced with being in the same room as him. I wanted to appear angry, but not be angry. Ro knew I needed a pep talk.
"Here baby," she whispered as she handed me the spy pen. "You know what to do. Just follow the plan. He'll probably say some things that will hurt, but be strong. He's saying them to try to get a reaction, and you control your reaction." She looked around for prying eyes, and finding none, kissed me softly. "Go get him."
I gave Ariella a nod of acknowledgement as I came in, and walked past her desk. She was with us in her attitude about her boss, and busied herself minding her own business. I knocked on his door, then stepped in and closed it.
"Harrison, we need to talk," I said sternly, taking a seat. "It's come to my attention that you still have a problem keeping your hands to yourself."
"Says who?" he asked, taking one shot at feigning innocence.
"Don't insult my intelligence. We both know that you've been sexually harassing and assaulting my assistant Carolyn. Did you think she wouldn't tell me?"
"Did you think I'd care?" he gloated. "It's my word against hers, and I'm the boss. Whose word do you think they'll take? As for her telling you....so what? You couldn't do anything about it when I was fucking your pretty wife, so what makes you think you can do anything now?"
That's it... Run your mouth. I'm sure your wife will love to hear how you lied to her about the last time you got caught with your dick where it shouldn't be.
"I think I'll take that pretty assistant away from you," he continued. "I'm sure she'll come around once she sees the benefits of working for me. Damn, but she's built, not that a pathetic wimp like you would notice. I'll bet her tits are even nicer than your wife's were." He smiled a particularly evil smile. "I wonder if she'll like it up the ass as much as Kate did?"
You smug, deluded bastard, I thought. Part of me was enjoying this, listening to him hang himself. Part of me wanted to rip his head off and shit down his neck. Right now, the latter part was stronger, and I desperately tried to reign it in as I stood up, and stepped toward the door.
"I won't let you get away with this again," I growled.
"Yeah, yeah....just get your ass out of my office," he smiled, with a dismissive wave, "and send Carolyn in later."
Oh, she'll be in later, but not for the reasons you're thinking.
By the time I made it back to my office, my hands were shaking with rage, and Ro was waiting with a hug and a kiss as soon as the inner door was closed.
"You did it, Sweetie," she cooed soothingly. "Your part is done. Now it's my turn to finish him off."
"Yeah," I exhaled as I sat heavily in my chair. "Are you sure it wouldn't have just been easier to shoot him?"
"Easier, yes, but not nearly as much fun!" she giggled, adjusting her blouse. "I'll be out here if you need to talk about anything. I'm going to wait until this afternoon to get those documents signed by him. It should be the last time."
***
I arrived at home a little later than usual that night, having stopped on the way to pick up the dinner that Ro ordered. Apparently, we were celebrating.
I walked in to find my sister, hair still damp from her shower, sitting on the couch, and smiling from ear to ear.
"We should eat first, before it gets cold," she said quietly. "We can talk about this afternoon later."
And so we did, eating in virtual silence. To me, at this point, there was little else to talk about. I guess my tension was visible. Ro reached across the table, and touched my hand.
"David, honey....I know this has been incredibly difficult for you, dredging up old feelings, and dealing with him. I'm sure that having me be the lure in our plan has been a case of déjà vu that you could do without. Thank you for trusting me enough to allow this to play out." Her hand was still on mine, feeling soft and warm. It was comforting, but her next words were even more so.
"It's over. We have everything we need. The only question now is when to put him out of your misery. I assume sooner would be better?"
"Is years ago soon enough?" I blurted out, before I realized how it must have sounded to her. It finally penetrated my skull, and I immediately regretted saying it.
"Oh, Ro....I'm so sorry! I didn't mean that the way it sounded....I'm so happy we are together, and I wouldn't go back. That was just the anger and pain talking. Can you forgive me?"
"Of course, David," she said. My words must have stung, but she let it slide off without showing the effects. "If you want to listen to the recording, just click on play, but I should warn you....it's pretty nasty. He bragged about what he did before, just like I thought he would, and he put his head in the noose himself, but it's going to be painful for you to hear. Are you sure you want to?"
"Sure? No," I shook my head, "but I should hear it. I know it will hurt, but it's over now. It's just history."
Ro nodded, and stood up, walking over to the kitchen peninsula where her laptop sat. She picked it up, and brought it back to the table, taking a seat beside me. She took my hand in hers, and looked at me lovingly.
"Ready?" she asked, her finger hovering over the enter key. I nodded.
Harrison Mills was an arrogant, evil, philandering, misogynistic bastard....and apparently quite proud of that fact, because he made no effort to conceal it. As Ro had predicted, he couldn't resist telling her that he'd done this before, and always got away with it. He threatened her job if she didn't cooperate. All the while, he tried to touch her, and she told him to stop. I heard her tell him to take his hand off her breast. Then a slap.
"Mr. Mills, if you keep this up, I swear, I'll tell your wife about it! " Ro said on the recording.
"Go ahead," he laughed. "That stupid bitch believes what I tell her, and I'll tell her the same thing I always have....that you came on to me asking for a promotion, and I turned you down, so you're making it up. She's clueless. Always has been."
Ro stopped the recording.
"There's more, but that last bit just sealed his fate," she smiled. I can't believe there's a woman on the planet who'd let her husband blatantly disrespect her like that. I've met his wife in passing, and there's no way she'll put up with this. He's done."
"So," I laughed, feeling the weight lift, "tomorrow afternoon? Does that work?"
"I think so. Now, take me to bed, please," she asked, standing and taking my hand again. "I think we've earned a nice evening together, and there's no place I'd rather be than in your arms."
That sounded like a wonderful idea. We made love for hours, then slept blissfully until morning.
***
I woke to the smell of breakfast cooking, as was often the case. Somehow, today was different. The sun seemed brighter, the birds more joyful, and when she entered the room, Ro's smile was more dazzling than usual. There was no doubt about the reason why.
The clock was ticking on Harrison Mills, and he didn't even know it. Hallelujah.
The only bad thing about the day was that the clock wasn't ticking fast enough for my liking. It seemed as though it was moving even slower as the time approached, but that was a discussion for another timeline, one in which Einstein is still alive.
Late afternoon rolled around eventually, and Ro came into my office, taking her seat quietly. In her hand was a small digital recorder, and on the recorder was a file that we had titled 'Harrison's greatest hits'. She smiled and winked at me.
"Shall we?" she asked.
"Fuckin' A!" I replied, and together we walked over to his office. Ariella was still there, and gave Carolyn a hug.
"Good luck," she whispered to us.
Ro stepped over in front of his office door, and knocked. I stood to the side. His voice from inside asked who it was.
"Carolyn Willson, Sir. May I come in?" she asked innocently.
"Carolyn? Why, of course. Do come in," he answered. You could hear the lechery in his voice.
Ro opened the door and stepped in. Mills' face lit up lustfully, only to darken when I followed her in. He didn't say anything. We both sat down quietly and waited.
We waited. We waited some more. Mills wasn't talking. It seemed like he was hoping that if he didn't say anything, we'd go away. Not a chance in hell.
"What's wrong, Harrison? Suddenly out of insults and sexual innuendos?" I asked, unable to bear the silence any longer. I nodded to Ro, who pushed the button on the recorder. A few snippets of his voice rang out in the quiet room, and I watched his face redden with anger, only to blanch white when he heard himself calling his wife a 'clueless, stupid bitch, who believed his lies'.
"Those are illegal recordings, taken out of context," he grumbled. "They'll never hold up in a court of law. You have no real proof at all of any sexual harassment, let alone assault." As he rambled on, he seemed to gain confidence, as though buying his own desperate bullshit. "You're finished here....both of you. Clean out your desks, and get out." He picked up his phone and punched a button, but no one was there, which was the whole idea of waiting until this late in the afternoon.
"Mr. Mills, " Carolyn began, "This is just a small sample of our evidence against you. Given your history of complaints that have been filed against you, I am quite sure the company will agree that there is a basis for action here. Of course, that's assuming we decide to go that route." She leaned forward a bit, and glared at him.
"I understand that you have a past indiscretion with Mr. Hathaway's wife, and I have you admitting to that on here as well. So, you arrogant, misogynistic pig....What makes you think this is going to court? I think your wife should have the privilege of standing in judgement over you."
The silence returned.
"Cat got your tongue, again?" I asked. Still no comment. "That's fine. I like you better when you keep your mouth shut, so you just sit there and listen." He looked at me out of the corner of his eye contemptuously, but I remained calm, sitting comfortably back in the chair, with my legs crossed. Ro was right ; watching him squirm was more fun than watching him die would have been.
"First....if you ever speak to Miss Willson in a disrespectful or sexually harassing way again....these recordings are going to Head Office, and your wife, " I said calmly.
"Second....if you every touch her again....you can guess where the recordings go. If I ever hear that you've treated another woman in such a manner...ever....your wife will know what a piece of shit you really are. Any attempt to recover the evidence....and threats against either Miss Willson or myself ....any behaviour that could be construed as less than total contrition....it all goes public, and trust me, there are several copies of the recordings, just waiting to be mailed out."
"Is that it?" he sneered. "I do all this, and then you don't tell my wife?"
"Harrison....I'm quite sure any divorce lawyer with half a brain could use what we can give him and take everything you've got. No pre-nup, and admissions of adultery....you're toast, to say nothing of possible criminal charges as a sexual predator. If I were you, I'd ask if there was anything else you could do for us, to keep us happy."
"Actually," Carolyn spoke up, "there is one more thing you can do. It's not fair that I am the only one to be protected from you. You destroyed Mr. Hathaway's marriage ; I think you owe him something more than just your promise not to do it again."
"Uh huh," he answered, staring blankly out the window. "What would that be?"
"Your resignation," she replied evenly.
Mills eyes snapped back to Carolyn's face.
"Dream on!" he laughed. "I'll fight you."
"You might want to think that over. If we were to talk, you could end up divorced, broke, with no pension, and a cell mate with a fanny fetish," she smiled. "It's your choice, of course. Maybe you'll like getting it up the ass." He stewed silently for a minute.
"This is for you," Carolyn said, pushing the recorder across the desk to him. "Retire, recommend Mr. Hathaway to replace you, keep your pension, and keep your past a secret. Or test my resolve, and lose everything....because, I'm not bluffing, and I'd love to see you twisting in the wind. Mr. Hathaway will get the promotion on his own merits soon enough, of that I'm sure. So do yourself a favour, because I'd personally like you to fight us, so everyone will know what you really are."
"Take your time with the decision. Tomorrow morning will be fine," she laughed as she stood, and we left together, leaving the door open. As we turned out into the hallway, the digital recorder crashed into the wall beside us, shattering into a million pieces.
"Gee," Ro giggled, "he seems upset! I wonder why?"
***
"I want to thank everyone for coming here today," Mills said with a smile. "I know I'm a relatively new addition to this office, and as such haven't been able to get to know all of you as well as I would like, but you've made me feel very welcome in the time I've been here. I'm afraid that I won't be able to continue as President of this location, as I will be stepping down shortly for personal and health reasons. However, I'm sure you will be in very good hands under the direction of your new President, a man whom I have personally chosen to take the reigns, and with whom I've been working for the last month to make this transition go smoothly. You already know him, so without further ado.... David Hathaway!
It was quite the exit speech. Magnanimous, self-effacing, and for those of us who knew better, sickeningly insincere. I was at the back of the room, standing with Carolyn, and exchanging looks of veiled disgust at a few of his comments. When he announced me, I walked through the crowd, joining him at the front. I looked at him, trying to disguise my contempt, and he stepped aside.
What followed was a pretty stereotypical speech to the troops. You know.....thanks for your cooperation in advance, my door's always open, I'm sure you'll make me proud, you work with me, not for me....the usual. Carolyn remained at the back of the room, trying not to look too proud of herself, and accepting the congratulations that came her way from the other secretaries.
After our conversation, the day we told him he was busted, he had put up no resistance, telling us the next morning that he would be meeting all our demands. It was hard to claim that his own voice was false evidence, and I suppose once the initial anger wore off, the enormity of the situation must have been more than his ego could bear. He was positively meek, following directions without question. I had been running things from my office for the last three weeks, but in the companies eyes, Mills was training me as his replacement, hence the long transitional period.
Finally, the day arrived, and everyone gathered for the usual farewell party. Ro and I put in an appearance, glad-handing for a while, before retreating to my old office to complete some paperwork. The party wound down, and Mills said his goodbyes, leaving for the last time.
Only then did we venture into our new office.
***
It's amazing how much better I felt. Harrison Mills was officially gone, as of a few hours ago. Monday morning would be our first day as President and 'First Lady' of the Rome office, although that particular part of the saga was known only to us. We had been meticulously careful not to reveal our relationship while at work, but there was cause for celebration, and we were the last to leave.
I was sitting in my new chair, a very comfortable leather version with a high back. It felt very 'presidential', and Ro was wandering around the room, looking at the bookshelves and warm woodwork.
"I've never had a chance to really look around in here," she laughed. Her back was to me, and her firm rump rippled with each step as she trailed her fingertips along the smooth casing around the door. She closed it, and turned to face me. "I usually had to keep my eyes on him, not the room."
There was a familiar look on her face, but it was previously unseen in this location, usually having only been seen in our bedroom. I had a feeling 'strictly business' was about to be suspended for the evening. She tipped her glasses down, and smiled, reaching up to free her hair. It tumbled over her shoulders as she strutted toward me, swinging her hips in a more exaggerated manner. She breezed past me, closing the blinds behind my desk, and I spun my chair to watch.
When she turned back this time, her blouse was open almost to her waist. She licked her lips as she stepped closer, putting her glasses on the corner of the desk, and perching on the edge in front of me.
"Terribly cliché, I know," she whispered, "but how'd you like to fuck your secretary? I am so horny!"
"Ro, my dear," I replied as I stood up, "that's like saying water is wet, and fire is hot ; it's a foregone conclusion. You're always horny." She gave me a sheepish look, then grinned.
"Interesting choice of metaphors," she giggled, welcoming me into her arms with a kiss, "as I certainly am hot, and wet." She laid back across the desk, pulling me down with her and continuing our embrace.
"I guess this would be a bad time to point out that it was more of a simile?" I said between kisses.
She fixed me with her lusty gaze, and smiled. "Shut up and kiss me!" she laughed.
You know the problem with having sex on a desk? The desk. It's hard, uncomfortable, and far too short for a big guy like me. Still, Ro did look delicious laid out like a tempting buffet of sexuality, so I decided to risk it.
Several minutes of intense kissing followed, during which my hands explored her body as though I didn't already know every inch, and most of her clothing was dispatched. Ro had, as usual, planned ahead, and her attire reflected that fact ; everything either opened in the front or unwrapped from around her easily. Her flaming red locks spread around her head on the desktop like a halo, contrasting against the dark colour of the wood. The halo effect was in direct contrast to the devilish look in her eyes.
"I find myself in need of something," she giggled, batting her lashes at me, "to satisfy my oral fixation. I don't suppose you could suggest anything that might help?"
With her spread across the desk in all her nearly nude glory, the prospect of watching her lips inch slowly along my cock seemed particularly appealing. She smiled up at me, and I smiled back, unbuckling and unzipping quickly. While I shed clothing, she twisted slightly on the desk, finally hanging her head back off the edge, eyes closed, mouth open awaiting her prize.
I positioned myself, holding my dick just inches from her face. Her lips were moist, inviting me in, and her tongue fluttered, eagerly searching out the object of her desire. I eased forward, rubbing the head of my cock across the smooth skin of her beautiful face, before finally relenting and pushing into her mouth. Her moans vibrated around my shaft as it slid deeper, and deeper. I felt the gentle tickle of her breathing on my balls as I pushed into her throat. This upside down position made it easier for her to deep throat me, and the feeling was exquisite.
Her hands were on my hips, directing my motions as I slowly slipped in and out. I placed my hands on her full, firm breasts, thumbing her thick nipples to full erection, and causing more of those delicious reverberations to course through my cock as she groaned softly.
"Oh fuck, Ro, that's so good," I breathed, gently stroking into her mouth and throat. I pinched her nipples, and she moaned again, sending an almost electric surge through my loins. "Shit! Be careful, baby...unless you want me to explode?"
"Mmmm hmmm," she nodded. "pum mm mouf."
Funny how there's never a dentist around when you need one. Since they're used to understanding the mumblings of people who have a mouthful of stuff, maybe they could translate. Alas, none were to be found, but Ro's hands were trying to make her meaning clear. She was pushing and pulling, fucking my cock into her inverted mouth eagerly, all the while moaning in anticipation of her treat to cum. I mauled her breasts in a less than loving fashion, and felt the pressure building in my balls.
"Shit! Oh fuck!" I grunted. "Get ready......gonna cum! NoooOOW!"
Part of me felt guilty, spewing my load into her mouth in a purely selfish display of pleasure, while she laid there so beautiful, receptive and unrequited. That part was drowned out by the roaring freight train of ecstasy that was my orgasm, as I drained my balls into her sucking and swallowing mouth. Spasm after delicious spasm wracked my body, while my cock twitched and flexed between her red lips, spraying hot jizz down her throat in a seemingly unending tide. At last, the deluge stopped, and I withdrew on trembling legs to drop into one of the guest chairs.
My beautiful, darling sexy sister remained, laying in place with her head drooped backwards off the edge of the desk. A small trickle and smear of semen went from her lips up across her cheek. Her long, red hair dangled almost to the floor, and her big boobs quivered with each recuperative gasp of air. Her eyes opened, finding mine to gaze into, and she flashed a huge, upside-down smile.
"That was different," she laughed, finding the renegade cum on her cheek, and licking it off her fingers. "Was it good for you?"
Words failed me. I flashed her a thumbs up.
"Good," she said, lifting her head and sitting up slowly. "Ooooooo fuuuuck....Head rush!"
When she had recovered, she stood, and dropped all her undone but still present clothing on the office floor. Once naked, she took a seat in my desk chair, and began to gently finger her juicy pussy with her feet spread wide on the desktop. I quietly walked around behind her, and looked down.
"Excuse me, Miss Willson! What do you think you're doing?" I growled, in as authoritative a tone as I could manage without laughing. She looked up, feigning embarrassment.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Sir," she giggled, scrambling out of my chair. She turned, perching her sexy bottom on the edge of the desk. "I didn't mean to steal your chair, Sir."
"Well....I do have work to do!" I smiled as I sat, pushing her softly onto her back. Her pretty pussy was no doubt the best 'paperwork' this desk had ever seen. She rested her feet on the arms of my chair as I rolled into position to fill out the forms in triplicate.
I inhaled deeply, her scent so intense I could almost taste it. A small droplet of juice trickled slowly toward her ass, but I intercepted it before it could get too far, licking her softly. She was delicious, as always, and I had to admit that eating her like this was going to be more comfortable than the way I usually did it. Much easier on the neck, I wondered how many times I could get her off like this.
With that in mind, I pointed my tongue, and traced the moist contours of her yummy cunt, dipping occasionally into the gap between her pouting lips, which were becoming more engorged and swollen by the second. Ro's hand gently gripped the back of my head as she moaned.
"Oh David, that's it baby. Lick my pussy. Your tongue feels so good," she hissed.
Since I wasn't exactly checking my watch regularly, I don't really know how long I spent camped between her luscious thighs. It was long enough that a small puddle of my saliva and her natural gravy was forming under her bum. Long enough that my tongue was getting a bit cramped, and her snatch was gaping open wider. Long enough that her moans of joy had become exhausted whimpers, because it was long enough to get her to cum four times. I gave her clit one last caress with the tip of my tongue, and the hand that had been holding me close started to push my head away.
"Stop! Please, god....stop!" she gasped. "My clit is on fire! I can't take any more!" She lolled her head from side to side. "No more."
I sat back in the chair, wiggling my jaw to work the kinks out. Ro's legs hung limply as she rested in place, catching her breath. I watched her for a few minutes, then leaned over her.
"Ro, you're the best assistant any executive could ask for," I whispered, kissing her softly, "and not just because you're the planet's best cocksucker. I'm going to miss you."
She sat up, looking at me, confused. "Miss me? Why would you miss me? I'm not going anywhere!"
"The company doesn't like spouses to work together," I said evenly.
"Spouses?" she giggled, eyes open wide. "Oh David! Yes! Yes! Of course I'll marry you!" She leapt to her feet and virtually bounced into my arms, nearly knocking me over. She hung, feet flailing excitedly, from my neck, kissing me madly. I let her down gently when she broke the kiss.
"I'm glad you don't need me down on one knee," I laughed, "because it would be a little weird doing it naked."
"David," she giggled, "you just proposed to your sister. I think weird just got redefined a bit." She seemed to think for a minute then added. "I guess Mom and Dad won't be attending the ceremony!"
"Mom, Dad, anyone from work....I'm thinking the only ones there will be us," I said.
"That's okay," she smiled, leaning back on the desktop. "The only ones that matter are the two of us...much like right now." Her legs spread slowly open, finishing her thought quite eloquently.
When I stepped into place, she wrapped her legs around my waist, and pulled me in with her heels as she reached down and guided my cock home. I slid smoothly balls deep, and she moaned softly, urging me down for a kiss.
Sex is a lot of fun, isn't it? The euphoric release of endorphines that accompanies orgasm is intoxicating, addictive....and an empty thrill, when compared with true emotional connection. That's what I was feeling right now, and I truly believe Ro was as well. Months ago, we had begun this journey with physical explorations of each other's bodies, then professed our love for each other, each step increasing our emotional link. Now, an oath of commitment to each other had completed the process, and I could sense the change.
It was gentle, languid, and so hot it almost defied belief. I stroked smoothly into her, while she undulated her hips in subtle circles that received my thrusts as naturally as breathing. Her pussy rippled, a muscular embrace that escalated my arousal quickly. I wasn't alone.
"O-o-o-o-o-h-m-m-m-m-m-y-g-o-o-o-d-d!" she hissed, her voice a quivering breath of ecstasy. Her pussy clamped down on my dick, and she moaned as she came, while I sprayed her inner walls with my own climax. We shuddered through our mutual orgasms, holding each other close, until I needed to withdraw. My legs were wobbly as I sat down.
I rested my head back against the chair, catching my breath while I watched my cum drip slowly out of Ro's pussy onto the rich wood of the desktop. A very erotic sight, one I never tired of.
I was sitting there with a faraway look on my face when Ro finally sat up, having recovered sufficiently. My sister noticed.
"What's up?" she asked, sitting gently on my lap. "It would appear there's some serious thinking going on in there," she added, kissing my forehead.
"Yeah, sorry," I replied. "I just feel a little guilty. I know we made him pay a price for chasing you, and for ruining my first marriage...but it almost feels like we're letting the bastard off the hook. Sure, we got revenge, but in the end, he still hasn't really been made to atone for his actions. We benefited, but we used his behaviour to help ourselves, not get justice. Does that make sense?"
"Yes darling," she laughed, then looked down, a bit ashamed. "I was going to tell you this....but you kind of distracted me with the whole 'eat me and fuck me on the desk, then propose routine'! Anyway, I was feeling kind of the same way....that's why I emailed his wife with a few audio clips. Just the ones that will piss her off enough to make his life hell. The ones where he insults her and admits to fucking around before. For now, anyway. She shouldn't be living with that prick, not knowing what he's done."
"I see we think alike," I laughed, smiling at her. "Not that it should be a big surprise."
"No, I don't suppose it should be," she whispered, resting her head on my shoulder. Several minutes of silence followed.
"Are you sure I can't be your assistant and your wife? Can't you change the rule? After all, you're the President, right?"
Hmmmm. Good point.
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