My Lawyer and His Sister

"So...what was that all about last night?" I asked. Was my voice quavering? For the love of God, I made porn for a living! Well, erotica really, but they both involved filming sex.

He paused, a forkful of omelette halfway to his lips. "What was what all about?"

"The... you know," my voice lowered, "the 'Daddy' thing."

"Oh. That. You liked that, didn't you?" He grinned, knowing the answer.

"Well, yeah, but where'd the whole idea come from, I mean..."

"I know the type, that's all."

I was a type?

"What type?" I asked.

"Catholic. Strict father. Went to private school, wore the little uniform, then graduated and rebelled. A girl I dated for a while liked the 'Daddy' play. I thought it was a little weird at first, but it still turned me on. I've had a couple of other women that liked it since then. It was after the second one I noticed the pattern." He said matter-of-factly, returning to his omelette.

I truly believe in open talk about sex, especially with your partner, but my father-fetish was definitely not something I wanted to delve into deeply. At least, not outside the bedroom.

I looked away, and my gaze fell upon a photo hanging near the clock: James with his arm around a beautiful brunette.

"Who's that?" I asked curiously.

James glanced up, and fondness softened his features and crept into his tone. "My sister, Mia."

I took in her dark curls, lush lips, sultry brown eyes tipped with thick black eyelashes, and the Romanesque nose typical of the Italians.

"She's gorgeous," I observed, looking back to find him still smiling at the picture of him and his sister.

"Yeah," James said, returning his gaze to me. He grinned. "But don't tell her that. Her ego's bad enough as it is."

I looked back at a succession of photos on the wall. There were some pictures of what were obviously James and his sister in their youth. An older looking photo of a handsome couple on their wedding day, probably his parents. There was a picture of another couple's wedding: Mia, but she looked different. Beautiful, but different.

"Your sister looks really different on her wedding day. Still good, but it almost doesn't look like her." I said, squinting at the picture. She was wearing colored contacts, for one thing.

"Huh?" James looked back to the wall. "Oh, that's not Mia. That's Jennifer, my ex. We were together for a few years, and even after we broke up we stayed good friends. Her husband's a buddy of mine, too. I was a groomsman," he said absently, returning to his last bite of omelette.

"Wow. She looks a lot like your sister," I remarked, stupefied by the resemblance. Something niggled in the back of my brain, but try as I might to call it forth, it would not come.

"Yeah, a couple of people have said that."

"Pretty homey wall over here," I said, noting the strangeness of such a cozy wall of Kodak moments in the otherwise stark apartment.

"My sister put all those up. Said my place lacked 'personality.' Why women need a living space to have so many knick-knacks, I'll never know." James grinned wolfishly and pushed back his chair. "Now..."

I looked at the clock, and my heart palpitated: it was seven-thirty already! I lurched to my feet and frantically tore around the apartment trying to gather everything from the night before.

James followed, casually trailing behind me as I whirled through his place like a tornado.

"Where are you going? I thought your meeting wasn't until nine..."

"Well James, do you really think I should go to my meeting in a cocktail dress?" I snapped as I hunted for the last article I'd yet to find: my bra.

"Sarcastic in the morning, aren't you? Why don't you wait a bit, and I'll drive you."

"There it is!" I snatched up my bra, which I'd apparently flung into the hallway closet. "I can't wait, no time. Plus, you really shouldn't be wasting time being gentlemanly; you need to get to work, too."

I gave him no time to answer as I rushed to the bathroom. I changed quickly and was about to head out the door when James grabbed me by the wrist and hauled me to him. Close contact with him seemed to drive all thoughts of schedules and meetings from my mind.

"I'll call you later, 'kay?" he said, thumb stroking over my now quickened pulse.

I nodded, fighting the urge to say the "hell with work" and simply get naked again.

"Now that we have nothing between us professionally, I want to start seeing you. Okay?" he asked, his tone rhetorical.

I nodded, and he smiled and released my wrist. I turned and ran to the elevator. My foot tapped impatiently all the way down, and I scurried outside and hailed a cab. I slid into the backseat and rattled off my address in a breathless voice.

Finally, breathing more slowly and beginning to relax, I settled back against the seat. Then I suddenly realized what had been bothering me as I looked at the photos on James's wall: dark, curly hair, bow-shaped lips, alabaster skin tinged with olive, and aquiline noses; Jennifer, Mia and myself could have been sisters, our resemblance was that strong.

Looked like I wasn't the only one with some incest issues...

***

"Let me grab you a drink; what are you having?" James asked as he rose from his seat.

"Uhhh...surprise me," I replied, grinning at him over the rim of my martini glass.

I checked out his backside as he walked away. I was definitely on my way to sloshed, but I'd been good the past three weeks since my trial, so I didn't feel too badly.

I squeezed my legs together, trying to ease the pressure in my pussy, which was becoming more insistent by the hour. In the weeks following our first sleepover, James and I had been managing at least one a day, every day. Every time was naughty, nasty and incredible.

He was, however, kind of jumping straight into a relationship, and I couldn't shake the feeling that quite a bit of that had to do with my resemblance to his sister. I wasn't sure how I felt about that.

I did know, however, that my panties were getting soaked. James returned and set down our drinks, just as I rose and grabbed my purse.

"Let's go."

"What?" James looked puzzled. "I thought we were having another drink."

I leaned over him, touching his neck with one hand and bracing myself with the other as I whispered in his ear. "My panties are soaked through, and if we don't leave right now, I'm liable to climb on your lap and do something about it right here. This is a classy place; we wouldn't want that."

He grinned and grabbed his jacket, motioning for the waitress. "No, we definitely wouldn't want that. Although, on the topic of this being a classy place, our drinks were about ten bucks each, so this 'something' better be worth it."

That cracked a smile out of me. "Don't worry, high roller, it will be. Look at it this way: think how successful you'll look as you walk away and waste a ten dollar beer."

Despite his jocular tone, I noticed James got the bill paid and a cab hailed with alacrity. As we climbed in, I sidled up next to him, sliding a bare leg over his. James gave the cabbie his address, and his hand slid down to my ass, kneading and squeezing through the silky fabric.

"We keep doing this, we're not gonna be able to get any cabbie in New York to pick us up," he whispered in my ear, then sucked my earlobe into his mouth, running his warm tongue over it.

This bar was closer to James's place, so we managed to keep our hands on the outside of each other's clothing. Inside the elevator in his building, however, was a different story. James pulled my thong to the side and jammed two fingers into my soaking pussy as he opened his mouth against mine and caught my loud moan. It felt so good to have something, anything, filling up my searing cunt, I nearly pressed the stop button so I could fuck James right there in the elevator.

His floor came quickly though, and he withdrew his fingers, grinning sadistically at me as he sucked them clean.

"Horny, baby?" he asked, grabbing my elbow as the doors opened.

I said nothing in reply, just quickened my stride.

We got inside and James flicked on the light, and my gaze seemed almost magnetically drawn to the photo wall in his dining area, which was visible from the hallway. So, I was just a substitute for his baby sister, huh?

A smile spread across my face, and I grabbed his hand, pulling him to the bedroom. He tried to touch me now, but I slapped his other hand away: I was in control now.

He grinned and flopped on the bed, watching as I slid the delicate straps of my dress down my shoulders. The dress pooled on the floor, and I was left standing in nothing but my lacy thong: the dress was not the kind to be worn with a bra.

I stepped between James's legs and reached for his belt buckle, languor creeping into my movements as I undid first the belt and then his pants. James seemed to be losing patience with me, for he'd already unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it off his shoulders. I stepped back and pulled his pants and briefs down in one motion.

His erect cock slapped back against his stomach, and he reached out for me, but I simply stood there admiring him.

"You have a beautiful body, James."

He grinned. "Thanks, why don't you come here and show me how much you like it?"

"Move up," I commanded, gesturing to the pillows at the top of the bed.

His grin disappeared. "Bossy little thing," he muttered, but he moved all the same.

"We're gonna play a game; you put your hands above your head and hold onto the headboard, and you don't let go until I tell you, got it?" I climbed onto the bed and slithered in between his legs.

His grin returned and he complied. "Got it."

Where to start... A brownish-pink nipple beckoned me, and I slid up his body and kissed it. I opened my mouth and flicked my tongue against it, suckling and gently biting it before turning to its twin. I felt his cock twitch against my tummy as I placed my mouth over his other nipple.

"Like that?" I murmured, dropping a kiss on it then moving away, downward.

Kissing and licking my way down his stomach, I paused to dip my tongue into his bellybutton, then continued downward. He lifted his hips and his cockhead nudged against my lips, but I drew back.

"Bad," I said, lightly slapping his cock, "You just lie there and don't move."

"Sorry." He grinned unapologetically.

"Uh huh. Just for that, we're starting even further away." I moved down to the foot of the bed, between his ankles.

I pulled one ankle to me and slid my tongue over the bone, in the tender dip between bone and Achilles tendon.

"That feels good," he groaned.

I decided that kind of talking was okay, and continued. I moved up to his knee and flicked my tongue underneath it, touching the tender skin of his knee pit. I placed open-mouthed kisses along his inner thigh, swirling my tongue, biting him lightly a couple of times.

I reached the crease where thigh met groin, and I trailed my tongue along that, carefully avoiding his cock. I rose up, met his gaze, then grinned as I moved back down to begin at his other ankle, revelling in his groan of disappointment.

This time, when I made it to the juncture at the top, I paused. "You liking this, baby?" I tongued my way to the spot under his heavy sac.

"Fuck, yes!" Gone was the eloquent lawyer, in his place a man helpless at the pleasure being given him.

I opened my mouth and engulfed one ball, then the other, gently suckling and tonguing them. His groan told me he'd had enough, and I moved my mouth over his cock, slowly sliding my lips around it to the base. I supported myself with one arm, holding his cock with my other hand, jerking the base lightly as I sucked and licked. I swirled my tongue over his silky head over and over, loving the smoothness. I dropped back down to the base of his cock, pushing him into the back of my throat and swallowing, feeling him twitch on my tongue.

I looked up at him, and found him staring at the top of my head, at my hair. I suddenly realized that from the top, my bobbing brown curls looked exactly like his sister's. The dirty pervert. I smiled around his cock. I drew my mouth up to his tip, swirling my tongue around, and released his cock from my mouth while still jerking it with my hand.

"Tell your little sister you want her to suck your cock." I dipped my tongue into the slit in his tip, tasting the drop of precum I'd found there.

"Catherine!" His voice was sharp, but it was clear he didn't know what to say.

I frowned, disappointed. So he could play on the taboo desires of others when he couldn't even acknowledge his own? Oh, no. My smile returned.

I slid my mouth down his cock in one smooth motion, suctioning hard and swirling my tongue over the veins that were frantically pumping toward his release, before just as quickly pulling off.

Still jerking him, I smiled sweetly. "Say it, James. Tell your little sister you want to cum in her mouth or you don't get to cum at all."

He hesitated, then I cupped my other hand over his sac and squeezed gently, and he lost the battle of wills. "Do it. Suck my cock, baby sister."

I swallowed his cock with fervor, not just to reward him, but because his words had excited me to the breaking point. My pussy was literally dripping from its position high in the air as I bobbed up and down, licking, sucking and swallowing, using my mouth every way I knew how.

"Faster. Make your big brother cum!" He was frantic now, jerking his hips up to force his cock further and harder into my eager mouth.

I yanked off him, leaving his surely aching cock to flop against his stomach. James blinked at me, savage arousal written on his face.

"Time to eat your baby sister. I've decided I should get to come before you, big brother." So saying, I scooted up his body and settled myself over his mouth. "You can use your hands now."

Two hands came up, harshly gripping my hips and pulling me down to him. My head fell back as a tongue slid up my bare, sensitive pussy lips. Swollen as they were, he had to push to slide his tongue between and up them.

Suddenly he latched onto my clit and suckled, and my hips bucked against his face.

"Fuck, lick my clit, big brother! Lick it, James!" I moaned as I felt him comply, skimming back my hood as he flicked his tongue against my clit.

Two fingers found their way inside me, and I convulsed around them. I was close. I clasped and unclasped my inner walls around the thrusting fingers, soaking his hand in my juices.

His mouthed moved away from my clit, and the hand on my hip gripped me when I tried to follow, holding me in place. "You like that, baby sister? You want to come in your brother's mouth?" His hazel eyes were glowing with intensity.

"Yes." I tried to resettle over his mouth, but his fingers withdrew from my gushing pussy and he dug the fingers of both hands into my hips. "Please!"

"Too bad."

Suddenly, I was on my back with a hand fisted in my hair and a cock being guided to my lips.

"Open up."

I opened my mouth obediently, and tried not to choke as he shoved his whole cock in mercilessly. A knee on each side of me, he began jerking wildly in and out.

"You want to be my little sister? This is what good little sisters do for their big brothers!" he grunted, pistoning in and out of my mouth, holding himself up with one arm, holding my head stationary with the other hand.

The pitiless face-fucking and the dirtiness of his words thrilled me, and I felt a burning-tingling sensation from my clit to my toes. I reached down a hand to relieve some of the pressure in my clit, but James leaned back and grabbed my hands. He hauled them up over my head and pinned them there, and shoved his cock back into my mouth.

"It doesn't work like that, you little cocktease. You're not getting off without me, understand?" His strokes slowed, more languid now, and he pulled out for a second so I could murmur my assent before he pushed back in.

"Beg me, and I'll fuck you." His cock touched the back of my throat. "Beg your big brother," he whispered, gazing at me with his glazed hazel eyes.

His cock was withdrawn and I couldn't plead fast enough. "Fuck me, James! Please, fuck your little sister!" My voice broke as I cried for him to fuck me, to do anything to alleviate the pressure in my swollen, dripping pussy.

He slid down between my legs, still pinning my wrists, but now tormenting my clit with his cockhead.

"Who do you want to fuck you?" he asked against my ear.

"My big brother," I moaned as he pushed inside me, spearing through my wet folds.

He reached down and hooked first one arm under a knee, then the other, continuing his easy thrusts. I felt the hot, bare skin of his cock sliding into me, and no worry permeated my mind that there was no condom; James was fastidious about wearing condoms, which made me think how turned on he must be to have forgotten one.

I pulled his head down and nipped at his neck and ear. "Tell me how you wanted it, James. Tell me how you wanted to fuck your baby sister." I dipped my tongue inside his ear.

He groaned, and his cock seemed to drive deeper of its own will. "I wanted you forever. I saw you dating other guys, and I wished it was me,." His intensity increased as he continued, "I wished it was me taking you out, getting the chance to be your first!" His thrusts bordered on wild now.

I swirled my tongue in the shell of his ear, then withdrew it and whispered, "I wished it was you, too." My pussy spasmed at those filthy words, a wave of juices gushing out over James's cock.

"Fuck!" His head snapped back, and his eyes bore into mine as he started driving into me hard and deep.

He was trying to claim his baby sister as he'd never been able to, to take her so completely that no man besides him would ever do. And it was working. Suddenly, I was Mia. His little sister, who'd loved him and worshipped him, and wanted every night for him to come to my room and do just this.

I felt my G-spot swell and push against the invading cock, and I clasped my pussy to increase the contact. My inner walls began clamping of their own volition then, and I felt my orgasm starting, but I didn't want to come alone.

"James, I'm gonna come. I'm coming on your cock, big brother." My cunt clasped even as I said it, and the dam of James's control burst.

He spread my knees even wider and began slamming into me, punishing my swollen pussy lips but gratifying my wildly spasming inner walls. I bucked up to meet him, electric jolts running through my pussy as I exploded on my big brother's cock, twisting and moaning and clutching at him.

My orgasm was deep, coursing through my entire body and seeming to go on forever, and then I felt James jerk hard into me and begin to release hot spurts of cum. I thought I'd peaked, but my brother's cumming inside me pushed me up to a new pinnacle, and I screamed as I clamped down on his cock and came even harder.

Finally, neither of us had anything left to give. James collapsed on top of me, and I splayed out underneath him. I stroked the back of his head, and dropped a kiss on his salty wet shoulder.

***

I awoke to an empty bed. Throwing off the covers I went in search of James without bothering to throw on any clothing. I found him in his den, staring broodingly out the window.

"What's wrong?" I asked, sitting beside him on the couch.

He didn't look at me nor did he answer for a long moment. He finally spoke, but his gaze remained averted. "I want to fuck my sister."

A grin pulled at my mouth, but I tried not to give in for the sake of sensitivity. "Yeah, so I gathered."

His head turned and his hazel eyes pierced me. "My baby sister. I'm sick. It's not just some role-playing thing: I actually want to fuck her. To be with her." His face twisted, projecting his agony, and he turned his gaze back to the window.