tingling like pinpricks overtake my whole body and especially my prick itself, and I knew there was no way to keep from coming home.
“Sandy, it's happening, my whole body's on fire.”
“Mine too, Terry, don't hold anything back, give me everything.”
I went after her like an epileptic pile driver and she responded like an earthquake. After a few minutes of mounting intensity punctuated by warning gasps and yelps, we both came at the same instant, howling each other's names to wake the dead, kissing to suck out each other's tongues, one moment with pelvises grinding hard together, spines arched to the snapping point to savor what I thought must finally be the last quivering throes of complete orgasm; the next, wriggling together again and squeezing out yet one more full minute of shock-wave pounding through the blood, so good our groans would have sounded like agony to a blind virgin.
The rain had stopped. I lay a long time on top of Sandy, whimpering her name and my love and still feeling little ripples, like scattered brush fires, igniting through my nerves.
Later, when we had both caught our breath, I started to withdraw. Sandy's hands flew to my ass and held me in place.
“Not yet, Terry, please, don't leave me yet, let me have you there a little longer.”
I kissed her ear and told her again I worshipped her.
“Terry, it'll never be better than this, nothing will ever be.”
“It will too. We can make it better. We can do anything we want.”
“I don't think so, Terry, I'm scared of what will happen.”
“I don't care what happens, as long as you let me love you and you love me back.”
“Hold me, Terry, squeeze me to death!”
SEVEN
We lay there the rest of the afternoon, dazed and sated, our naked, sweating bodies loosely interlocked, occasionally exchanging long, slow, fluid kisses and caresses. Sandy's flesh was delicious to look at, to touch and to taste, so charged with beauty I kept on wondering if I were awake, or asleep and dreaming.
We didn't say much, we were so glutted with pleasure there wasn't much to say. A touch, a groan, unblinking stare said it all.
Grandma's dinner bell interrupted our lazy ecstasy. We jumped up and yelled that we'd be right down.
“Where did all the time go?” Sandy asked as we headed down to our rooms.
“I don't know. We must have been up there for hours. It doesn't seem possible.”
“We must have been asleep for a couple of hours,” she said.
“Not me.”
“I wasn't either.”
We dressed hurriedly and joined Granny in the dining room.
“Your mother called this afternoon,” she said as we sat down and began slobbering our food.
We both grunted disinterestedly. Mother was the last thing either of us wanted to think about.
“She's having a lot of trouble with your father's lawyers, it seems.”
We grunted again, not looking up from our food, not wishing to be reminded of the bitter, vicious legal battle that our two loving parents were engaged in.
“She's getting very tired of the whole mess.”
We nodded. We were getting pretty tired of the whole mess, too.
“She's also getting tired of being in the city this summer. Says she may come up here for a while. I don't blame her, that city is awful this time of year.”
Sandy and I sprung into alertness. “When?” I shouted out. “When is she coming?”
“She didn't specify. Just said she'd be coming up before the holiday.”
Sandy and I exchanged an ominous look, which Grandma spotted.
“What are you two looking so glum about?” she said. “I should think you'd be glad to see your mother. You don't get to see her that often. Why, I don't think either of you has seen her more than a few months out of the year since you were little ones, when you used to…” She looked back and forth between us again, caught the resigned sneers and shut up for a long minute.
“Well,” she went on after she'd finished her soup, “I won't pry into it. I guess you kids have enough problems as it is-with that awful father of yours, and the divorce…”
“We'd rather not be reminded of it,” Sandy said.
We finished the meal in silence.
Sandy helped the old girl clear the table and wash the dishes, while I went into the living room, turned on the TV and spread out on the couch. As usual, there was nothing worth watching and I nearly fell asleep.
When they had finished in the kitchen, a weary Grandma said goodnight and retired to her room. Sandy joined me on the couch, waking me up.
“What do you feel like doing tonight?” she asked, sliding her hand under my tee shirt and rubbing my belly, my chest, and then sliding her tingling fingers down under my belt.
“I want to turn out the teevee, turn out the lights, go up to your room and fuck all night,” I said.
“You've got a one-track mind, Terry,” she said. “You're a sex maniac.”
“Oh, am I? Well, what did you have in mind? What was it you wanted to do?”
“Same as you. You made a sex maniac out of me today.” Her hand grasped me so firmly I practically came in my pants.
Her tone changed suddenly: “Do you really think Mommy's going to come?”
“Ah, she won't be here for a while. We'd better take advantage of all our privacy, though. Sure you don't want to watch this great teevee show they've got on?”
“No.”
“What do you want to do, then?”
“Go to bed with you, Terry.”
I rose and kissed her fiercely. We switched off everything in the living room and went upstairs to her room.
While she went into the bathroom I stripped off my clothes. Then, impatient, I pursued her and sat on the tub alongside her as, stripped to the waist, she washed her beautiful face. When she had finished I moved to embrace her from behind, managed to grasp her breasts momentarily, but she slipped away and headed back into the bedroom.
I washed, brushed my teeth, relieved myself and after some time, returned to her room. She lay flat on the bed, still wearing her panties. I walked up next to her. She must have fallen asleep the minute she hit the sack. I touched her gently on the shoulder and she didn't move, merely let out a low moan that sounded like a cat's purr. I slid my hands under the elastic of her panties, pulled them down over her hips and dropped them onto the floor.
I sat on the side of the bed, staring dreamily at her naked body. Now that everything had come to a halt all of a sudden, I found it hard to believe that such beauty was mine to love and to possess-that my sister, whom I had loved above everything else all my life, was mine to do with as I pleased. It seemed incredible, and when I started playing with myself I realized it was time to go to sleep with her.
I switched off the light and lay down alongside her, draping my right arm up her belly and resting my hand on her breast. I lay sideways, facing her, and the feel of her smooth thigh against my stiffening cock was too much to bear. I had to plunge it into her or I would burst.
But she was asleep. Would that be rape? Would she be mad at me? I decided to do it as gently and slowly as possible, without using any unnecessary force at all.
I slid quietly over on top of her body, sucking softly on ore of her nipples. She purred again, and the nipple stiffened in my mouth, but she didn't stir. I moved up slowly, planting soft kisses along her breasts and throat until my hips were in position over he's and her soft clump was brushing and tickling me to the kindling point.
Guiding myself with my hand, I slid in the head between her sweet, yielding folds. A sigh escaped her: still
