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A young man finds his sister and he share secret fetishes.
I loved going in her office and getting a little too close. She knew what I was doing. She was pretty smart. But she never seemed repulsed - just a little amused.
Finally one night - like in so many erotic stories - our office electricity came to pass.
I was working late and she came over and touched me softly on the shoulder to go over a story. Whenever she got close to me the air suddenly became more gentle. Her voice itself was little more than a whisper. You had to be real close to hear it.
"What does this sentence here mean?" she asked with her typically analytical tone of voice.
"Which one?" I asked. Every sinewy muscle in my lower body began to slowly stir on slow vibration. My body was begging for her to just come a little bit closer.
"Can you show me one more time?" I said.
Anne floated closer, her cottony Irish wool sweater rubbing up against my elbow, and her cheek drawing nearer to mine. Though I usually hated being told what to do, I really liked getting instructed by Anne.
"It's this one right here," she pointed out. "There must be a way to make it seem bigger, better." She said. "Harder, longer" my mind continued. She was very close to me, over my shoulder. She must sense my nervousness, I thought to myself. Anne is smart.
I looked back into her steel gray eyes we both felt that impulse two people feel before they know they are going to have sex. It was very exciting, yet calming at the same time. There was something very numb about it all, with the office lights humming in the background.
Yet, instead of back away I kept my face planted. We felt drawn towards each other like being drawn into a dark narcotic. I began to drink her smell and the air deep. Then I closed my eyes.
The kiss was at first playful. Very soft and extra gentle. She licked her old lips to make them moist and wet, and I followed every trace of her head. Every weight of her gestures. She was a pro teaching an amateur, and I wanted to be schooled. Patiently she open my mouth with her probing tongue and relaxed into my body. I put my hand on her side and drew her closer. I could feel our chemistries mixing, but then she pulled her head away sharply, and the air grew much colder.
"You know," she paused. "I don't think we should be doing this." She said unemotionally. I didn't know what the penalty for fucking my boss was, but I am sure that if Barbara found out it could be something. But the truth is I wanted her so bad and I wasn't going to let this end in this stony awkward silence...Slowly I slipped down onto my knees, and looked up at her. I was going to treat this woman like she needed to be treated. I was going to give her a touch of myself.
I had decided that I wanted to taste her.
"It's ok Anne," I said, calmly. "Just sit down."
Anne looked a bit awkward looking down at me, but some sort of motherly trust kicked in. Quietly, she sat down in her large comfy boss' chair and looked a bit nervous, biting the nails on her left hand.
"Just relax," I said. I began to rub her cheeks then slipped my index finger in her mouth. She seemed a bit uptight at first, but began to play with and suck the finger in long, strong slurps.
I slowly began unbuttoning my shirt and took it off. I loosened my belt, and pulled off my pants while she stared at my muscular young body. All the while I either caressed her, or worked my finger in her warm mouth.
She looked at me up and down, and looked dreamily at my semi-erect cock, but remained quiet, sucking my finger, and then guiding my body down between her legs.
Looking up at my boss from the floor I spread her thighs apart, rubbing her jeans on the inner part of her thighs, then nudging my face into her crevice. I could smell her juices through the denim and looked hopefully up.
"Anne," I said gently. "I want you to take your pants off."
"Why?" she asked nervously.
"Because I want to eat your pussy," I answered.
She unbuttoned her top button and slid her dark pants down to her ankles, where we pulle