Extending the MILF List Ch. 05

"Didn't I mention it? Miss Hamilton says she won't ever have sex with me."

Tawny did not seem to hear. "She said, she said she wants to taste me, to see if I am sweet or not." Tawny snorted. "No one is sweet. We all taste like fish, right?"

I shook my head immediately. "All pussy is not created the same."

My big blister looked at me funny and then laughed. We twirled fast to the slow music till Tawny was suitably dizzy so that she quit trying to lead. I grunted and pulled her close. She nuzzled up to me, lay her head on my shoulder and went to sleep. We did the "why dance" for a while, barely moving, just coating each other with erotic curiosity and equally erotic suggestion, which in our case was a true reminiscence.

She lifted her head and looked at me like she was drunk. "I, I want you to fuck me." She whispered. "Put your cum in me. Then, then when D. Debra eats me, she'll get a taste of you."

I made a face.

"What's the matter. Don't you want her to taste you?"

"I do but I had a different method in mind, other than using you as a delivery system." I separated us to a good Catholic distance, as though there were nuns patrolling the dance with their erection radars and their squawking dampening systems active. Tawny was right, very few people would know we were brother and sister.

I spotted D. Debra and Chris. The music dribbled to an end and then transitioned right into something fast. Chris and Dee Dee flung themselves into it, doing a chaotic jitterbug. Chris looked like a puppet with an epileptic puppet master, I thought smugly. There was going to be no rap or rock and roll here tonight; all big band and nostalgia. Rap and tuxes are not really a good mix.

I felt Tawny slip out of my arms, her hand held onto my hand and pulled me through the throbbing crowd towards a door into the foyer. Past the door way, the music muted.

"Come with me." Tawny said softly, her voice warbling with urgency. "We explored while we waited for you two to arrive from the airport."

"Where are we going?" I grunted as she pulled me to stairs and we fairly ran up them.

"We are going to fuck." Tawny hissed back.

Jesus, I thought. How is this going to work? I wasn't praying, that is just an expression. I wasn't asking for divine insight, it was a simple inquiry into the practical mechanics, a plea for clarity in my confusion. I was bewildered about the sudden lurch backwards into our sexual congress. My reelection came as a complete surprise but Mr. Cock didn't give a fuck. Oh, well, not that actually but you get my point.

On the upper level we turned down a broad hall, the access to the upper balcony that was unused for this event. Tawny dragged me to a door. She looked around to see if anyone else was about. No one was.

"This is the control room for when they do concerts here. Chris showed it to me. He, he loves showing off what he knows. The door's open."

She proved that and pulled me inside. One of her hands pressed against my hard cock. Her eyes widened with delight, lighting with that inner thrill some women get when they verify what they hoped all along, that they can make you hard by wearing clothes, which I guess is why shopping is such a high for them. Hmm, I'd never thought about that before. God, I was having a terrible time keeping my mind on the pussy right before me.

"Jesus, Sis, what are you doing?"

She kissed me. The kiss was all tongue and lips, panting and moaning. One of her palms cupped my chin and the other held to the back of my head just at the neck. The kiss made my hair stand on end. I felt like Einstein in a wind storm.

When Tawny broke the kiss, her eyes were lit with an inner light.

"What are we doing up here?" I asked again. I think I just wanted to hear her say it all again. I knew what she'd said but maybe I didn't believe her. D. Debra had unraveled my confidence. Maybe I just wanted my sister to say it again, so the words would caress my ego and reassure my dorky dork. She obliged me.

"We are going to fuck. If, if she insists on eating me, then I want her to taste man juice in my tight martini. I'm no fish taco."

I had the feeling I was not getting the straight poop. My sister had latched onto some private fantasy and she was not giving me much insight. Then she gave me the insight that explained her conception of me.

"You're a twist, aren't you? Let me twist you into this. Don't you want to see your sister eating your girlfriend? Aren't you a bit of a pervert?"

A bit? I wasn't sure if I was insulted, relieved, or complimented.

She lifted up the taffeta billows of her skirt. She got her hands between her legs and a moment later she held out a pair of panties, more string than cloth to me.

"Here. Hold these, will you? I'll need them back once you come in me."

My god, was I confused. I was a sleep-walking actor awaking on stage in the middle of a play with no script. I felt like I woke up wearing a clown suit at a funeral.

Tawny hitched up her skirt and turned around. The room had a line of control panels to the left against the wall of windows looking down on the dance floor far below us. To our right were several panes of windows and an open space where I supposed they put tables during a production, since they were folded up against the end wall. Tawny walked over to the bank of windows. She peered down and then stepped back, nodding. She carried a flat party purse about ten inches square, thick enough to hold a tampon and a credit card but light enough not to make her biceps bulge. She turned to look at me and gestured.

"Over here." She said.

I took tentative steps in her direction acting as though I were drawing near a cliff and the wind was at my back, sliding my feet without losing contact with the wooden floor. I didn't want to lift a foot and risk blowing over the side. I was right, I was nearing a precipice. We were close to the edge. I had no idea how that reality thrilled my sister.

Tawny faced the glass. She lifted up the cloud bank of her dress, exposing her legs. She wore fishnet stockings with the faux silk seam up the back. God but they were sexy! She twisted her head around to look at me arching her back, not quite exposing her ass, showing on the nether reaches of her thighs. The sight teased me to distraction! The lines on her thighs pointed up to her little sweet spot.

"Well?" She said. "Do you want a piece of me or not?"

"What?" I said, my brain reacted like a civil servant under pressure to hurry.

Tawny's face crumpled into a scowl. "Jesus, Sonny, I want you to fuck me. Your girlfriend is going to go down on me, I, I feel it and I, I am going to let her and I, I want your goo swimming around in my mixture when Miss Hamilton sticks her tongue in me. You going to help or not?"

This seemed too weird, not really to me, just in the general conventional sense we all like to call home despite it being just a furniture store. I immediately opened my jacket and pulled the cummerbund out of the way and fumbled with my pants. I couldn't get a bead on what was driving this train or where the tracks were leading that my sister was laying down before us. Tawny never expressed my desire to have a woman go down on her so this was a cog in some other machine. The thought that she had an agenda and I was just a piston in that engine that made it go echoed in me. I silenced it with one thought. I was going to fuck my sister on New Year's. The thrill of that thought rambled around inside me like a nervous lion in a cage. The impatient fucker roared and I shuffled into action, pants waffling down my legs.

I moved in behind her and glimpsed for the first time the seething crowd dancing below, the expanse of half empty tables and the scattered spangles of waiters and waitresses.

"Hey, pay attention. I want you in me. Put cum in me so if, if she decides to go through with her threat, I'll be able to giggle when she tastes man juice in me." Tawny giggled.

"What about Chris?" I asked.

"I'll fuck him after. I, I am sure if she goes down on me, I'll want a cock link locked in me sooner rather than later."

"How is this going to work?"

"First you take out your cock. Then you put it in me." Tawny said tightly.

"That's not what I meant." I objected. I lifted her dress out of the way and revealed her perfect little butt. I exposed my cock, touching it to the back of her thigh above the black stocking. "My cock's out. I meant..."

She interrupted me.

"That is what I meant. Put it in me, now. Please, Sonny, lets not waste time. If, if you leave a little Easter egg in me, I, I don't think I'll be so nervous about being around her. If, if she insists on tasting me," here Tawny laughed and she sounded so much like Georgia on the warpath to get subtle revenge for some petty slight, I squinted in the gloom to make sure I knew who I was about to fuck, feeling guilty when I verified it was Tawny and not Georgia.

"If she insists on going down on me, I think I'll be able to relax and enjoy it if I have you bubbling out of my little sister."

"You don't have a little sister."

"Shut up and fuck me." She said. "I do too! Pay attention!"

My cock was well into is sixth life. I hated to waste it. Now there is a mixed up metaphor, since cats have nine lives and pussy and cock and....

"Hey, little bother! Are you going to bother me or what?" Tawny was twisted round in her puff of purple, eying me with one eye, panting with the stress of her twist.

I looked down at the mosaic of skin, stocking and purple dress. I rumpled the dress higher, exposing the prim plums of her fine little ass again. She leaned forward and then toe-walked forward, almost out of my reach. She put the square purse against the window and pressed her cheek against it. She put both hands to the glass beside her face on the glass and grunted, "Fuck me!"

I looked past her and saw people dancing and drinking and then I saw one face turned upwards. He had a most curious look on his face, like he was seeing an angel in a cloud or something. Astonishment mixed with the curiosity of an agnostic face to face with God. Then he elbowed the guy next to him and pointed up at us.

"They, uh, they can see us." I whispered, like they could hear us too.

Tawny craned back from the window and peeked around the purse which she held to the window with one hand. She twisted to look around at me. Her face shone, bright with arousal.

"I know. What do you think we are doing here?" She looked back to the window and then down. "Oh, good idea." She slipped the string that held up the front of her dress down her right arm then moved the left one along her other arm. She switched arms holding the purse and her dress loosened. She pushed it down in front. She wore no bra.

Oddly, I could suddenly see her tits reflected in the glass. She discovered my reflection and her eyes met mine in the happenstance mirror because the light was right and her tits were showing. She smiled shyly. "I, I want them to see." She leaned against the glass. "Oh fuck me, that's cold." She pressed her upper torso more firmly against the glass. Her body jerked, making the stiff purple cloth rustle. "God, Sonny, you have to fuck me. They can't see you. They'll only see me and not my face. That, that's why I brought my purse. I'm just a pair of naked tits." She groaned deep in her chest, sounding like a much larger woman. "God, fuck me."

I glanced past her and saw more and more people staring up at us. "What if God delegates?"

"Yes, goddammit, hurry."

She bent the small of her back to an impossible angle but as I have said, my sister is flexible. I could have set a cup of coffee on the forehead of her ass and only spilled some if it was really full. I moved my hands to her waist finding the garter belt that hooked to her fishnets. God, suddenly the erotic appeal of fucking her, my own sister, while a whole crowd watched grabbed hold of me and shook me, like a giant flicking a booger.

I peeled my sister open and touched her deep between her legs.

She jerked, flinching so hard I heard her tits squeaking against the glass.

"Oh god, Sonny, fuck me. Hurry. God, they, they are watching us. I can feel their eyes like feathers on my skin. My nipples, oh god, little bother, bother me!"

She sounded delirious.

I peeled her ass open, pitching her forward another inch or so. I felt the stress in her back. I realized she was keeping me back from the glass so all the crowd would see was a woman's tits against the glass, like two fried eggs on a windshield. I smiled, touched my cock to the cleft of her ass.

Tawny shivered. I felt it, like her outer body shifted under my hands. Time to see what her inner body felt like. I moved one hand to my cock and probed into her moist depths. I felt her pussy kiss me, then suck and gobble me inside. I slid into her. The pleasure cavorted about us and then seized me in its cool, clear clutches and crushed my consciousness.

My eyes closed. The pleasure of my sister's cunt swamped me.

"Ugh, god, Sonny, yes, yes, yes, oh god yes fuck me!" She groaned. She held still while my cock inched inside of her the hard way. Her body writhed around me. I glanced past her bare shoulders twitching behind those tits pressed to the glass and saw more and more people pointing at us. I pushed against her and sank deeper into her excited depths.

The illuminated moment exposed my sister to me as never before. She had plotted this, perhaps not with me specifically. She was satisfying a fantasy, the basic desire to be watched while someone fucked her. I did not have the hubris to think she included her little bother in that tableau. No, it was the feeling of so many eyes on her tits that watered her secret garden.

I pulled back and slammed into her. The irrigation was going full blast.

Tawny groaned, a tectonic rumble that scared me a little. I felt her shift before me. I opened my eyes. She was peeking around the purse. It seemed way too small to hide much. She shivered.

"They can see my boobs." She lifted her torso, holding the purse with one hand and then pressing against the glass. Her pussy clinched down on my buried cock. I pulled her hard against me, visions of the glass breaking and us topping half-naked into the dancing crowd hitched my breath and made me lean back. That action counter balanced us so she could move her torso without supporting hers or my weight.

Tawny tittered. "I'm rubbing my nipples on the glass." She said, her voice was dog-whistle high. "Fuck me, Sonny. Make me come! I'll come, hard, if you fuck me. Hard!" Her diction was getting scrambled. She was shaken and stirred at the same time.

"Bond. James Bond." I growled. I withdrew my cock from her clasping depths and then returned it into her. She grunted and then cried out.

"Fuck me, James, fuck me."

There's a line they always cut from those demure movies. The subtext only escaped the daft and the innocent.

I did as she asked.

More and more people were pointing and half of the dancing crowd was staring up at us. I hammered urgently into my sister. She quaked and cried, suddenly tensing.

"Coming, oh god, Sonny, I'm coming!" She did too. Her whole body clinched down on me and I felt it ripple down her spine from her brain and spike between her ass cheeks directly into her spasming pussy. Her inner muscles clamped down on me and squeezed like she was chewing gum. Good to be gum.

I rolled into a steady stroke, sliding the meat to her with regular pace that increased an inch at a time. She huffed and puffed and pressed her tits to the glass. I heard them squeak again. It seemed impossible that a woman could bend that way but that thought got swamped in the rising tide of my ecstasy. She growled and bucked into a new round of orgasms, little ones and radical ones all jumbled together like a crowd fleeing a fire. She ran toward the inferno raging inside of her.

"Oh god, Sonny, fuck me!" Tawny moved the purse down to her cheek, pressing her face against it and spreading her arms wide onto the glass like feather-bare wings, a plucked angel. She bucked and bucked as new waves of pleasure contorted her. I hammered into her, thrusting deep and pulling back to plunge into her again. Her body responded, drooling with limp lust while the contradiction of her tightening pussy drew my climax to the surface. It breeched and flew up like a great marlin. It splashed down and I ground our bodies together.

I came.

My groans became the bass line to Tawny's contralto making an erotic harmony. We sang out our pleasure together in a chorus of panting gasps.

When I coasted to a stop, leaning against her, I opened my eyes and found nearly the whole place was staring up at us.

"Jesus, we gotta go. Security will be up to take a turn with you in a minute if we don't split."

Tawny groaned. "You think so?" She asked, her voice drunk with feathery satisfaction.

I pulled my cock out of my sister and slapped her ass, hard. She lurched and stood up. "We need to scramble!" I muttered. "This could get bad."

She turned around and took my face in both hands, her tits waving happily at me. I dropped my pants which I had been trying to pull up without leaning down and palmed her tits. She kissed me. I kissed her, my heart hammered from both post coital happiness and present moment panic. The kiss was luxurious, like a mink smeared with chocolate syrup.

She released me. "Thank you, little brother. God, that, that...oh god, that...!" She looked down at her breasts. "Happy, girls? Everyone saw you!" She giggled and pulled the front of her dress into place, slipping the string straps over each shoulder. Just like that she was arranged. Easy in, easy out.

"Come on, brother mine, you need to get ready to run. They'll be here in a moment."

Just like that we switched roles. Suddenly she was all business and I was fumbling to get a sticky but still hard cock back into the hen house.

"Hurry up." She said, just like we were once more young. My sisters always pushed me hard to be as fast as they were because Mom never left until I was perfectly attired. Since I usually hated being primped, I tended to delay and prevaricate which did not endear me to my elder sisters. It was usually something girly like a fashion show or something that did not engage my boyish enthusiasm since I was consistently out numbered and thus out voted. Not quite the same situation as I was in at that moment.

"Come on, Sonny!" Tawny was at the door. "What's wrong with you?"

I got my cummerbund in order and walked to the door. "Not enough sex." I mumbled.

Tawny gave me the best "you have got to be kidding" look I have ever seen. Then she shook her head and cracked the door. "Coast is clear, follow me. I know where the service stairs are. The lazy fucks will use the elevators.

We dodged and weaved until we arrived at a service entrance. She led me out into the guest parking to her car, which surprised me since I figured Chris would drive. She opened the back door and took out a little fur coat that only came down to her last rib. She tucked her tits behind the white faux fur flaps and looked at me.

"Want to do it again here?"

I was on the same wave length with her. "Of course, but we need to get back inside or someone might put two and two together."

"One and one, more likely." She grinned. "God, Sonny, that was fun. I'll have that on my inner wall of fame forever." She shivered and not from the cold. "That was so hot. I, I have had that fantasy for ever. I used to go to concerts and when it got boring, you know when Mom dragged me to something here, I'd look up at those windows and imagine being fucked against them, my tits pressed against them while all the other bored fucks in the crowd clapped and cheered."