She's so beautiful, Erik thought as he watched Amber through the bathroom door from the bed. She was standing drying her hair, wearing only a towel. She flopped her long blonde hair to the other side. Erik, wearing only boxers, smiled. Amber, seeing his reflection in the mirror smiled back and turned around.nn"You're staring." She blushed.nn"I have to." Erik smiled wider. "I don't want to miss anything."nn"Like my towel slipping?" Amber laughed, turning around and switching off the hair dryer.nn"It doesn't have to slip." Erik got off the bed and walk into the bathroom, standing behind her. He put his hands on the towel. "I can take it off myself." He whispered in her ear. Erik loosened the towel, slowly brought it down her.nnAmber grabbed his hands. "Hey, it's cold.
Eileen Craven is a typical suburban housewife with all the problems of looking after a home, taking care of the children, washing, ironing and no time whatsoever for herself.nnEileen's husband, Duncan, is a wonderful husband and they and the children are very happy.nnLouise, the first born is 10 and Melanie only 7, both are at school which at least allows Eileen some space for herself these days.nnNevertheless, there are many days when she feels absolutely stressed out and could do desperately to "chill out" as she would puts it. The chances to actually chill out are few and far between.nnThe love life between Eileen and Duncan was . well OK. They had sex fairly regular but seemed to have lost something along away, they knew each other well and Eileen often thought that Duncan had lost the drive, especially the drive to be inventive, create surprises, be romantic.nnBetrayal never crossed her mind though, Duncan is a lovely man, and she loves him dearly and she has had 10 very happy years married to him.nnLike any one she has her fantasies, she knows an attractive man when she sees and she knew her type. He was tall, dark hair, clean cut, very fit. He would typically have brown eyes, long eyelashes, gleaming white teeth as he flashed a lovely smile. He would be cultured, nice personality, good sense of humour etc. etc.nnWell, that didn't describe Duncan, furthermore it didn't describe anyone she had ever seen. Eileen's dream man was an illusion.nnSpeaking to her sister Beverley as they compared the types they found attractive Eileen said, "I can see him in my mind's eye but I have never actually seen anyone that good."nn"You are definitely aiming high there gal" Beverley said laughing; "if he does exist he's probably a film star by now with a string of women on his arm."nn"Well even if I did see him I wouldn't be tempted, Duncan's my man." Eileen said firmly, "Fantasies are one thing, but my man is the real thing.
This story and all the characters in it are completely fictional. If the idea of sexual intimacy between a brother and sister bothers you, I would ask that you read no further. That having been said, this was extremely fun to write. For those of you who enjoyed the first story, I'd like to say thanks for the feedback and this one's for you. I hope you enjoy it even more than the first.nn*********************************nnAs they lay there on the shower floor lovingly kissing one another, Aaron's hands started to explore Catherine's body more completely. To Aaron there had never been anything to compare with the feel of a woman's body, and his sister's was no exception. He wanted to feel every part of her, and he did. He started by tracing circles with his fingertips around her stomach and through the seam between her beautiful luscious breasts. Then his hands flattened and traced over the top of her breasts and down to the sides of her stomach. He shifted his position to lie on top of her. His penis, beginning to harden once more, rested on her stomach, and his hands traced their way over the sides of her buttocks and down her wonderful thighs. nnAll the while his lips had moved down to the left side of her neck. They kissed and sucked in the flesh they found there, and then traced their way to the other side of her neck and up her cheek to her ear. He kissed it and blew in it, then licked the inside of it with his tongue. She reacted to all this with a series of low moans, which he exalted in drawing out of her. If there was no feel greater than that of a woman's skin, there was certainly no sound in existence greater than that of a woman's moans.nnDragging his lips over her cheek once more, he kissed and sucked in the bottom of her chin, then worked his way up to tease her lower lip with a kiss. His hands worked their way back up to her wonderfully soft and smooth breasts. He cupped them and massaged them softly, but steered clear of playing with her nipples for the moment.
Riti was an average girl. She was a pretty Indian girl of 5'4" and fair and petite. Small breasts with big round, dark nipples and a dark haired pussy rounded out the lovely sight. nnIt was just her and her mother most of Riti's life. Her father died when she was quite young. Uncle Harem lived with them for a few years. nnThey were a fun threesome. Many often mistake them as a family and Harem as the father. Riti figured it was due to how her mother and uncle acted. They were so close.nnAfter about five years, Uncle Harem suddenly left. Riti never understood why. She knew her mother was very upset at the abrupt departure. Often crying late night could be heard coming from the master bedroom. nnAs with all things, her mother seemed to get over Harem not being around. The two women function as a family. They become very close. nnRiana, her mother, was promised to Riti's father before she was born. At the age of eleven she was married to the much older man. At twelve her daughter was born.
