Feeling her Way

  "So, big brother! You've been away! I so missed you, and our little chats! I've had to occupy myself these long dark days, without you entertaining me! Mother is such a bore, and Father didn't want to play, not like we used to."

  He stirred, provoked, getting into it. "You should not have teased Father! He's a responsible vicar, meant to be a paragon of virtue, an example to his community!"

  She grinned evilly. "An example of what? A snuffling boar? A rutting stag? Oh! A shocking hypocrite! Counseling the new brides, consoling the widows! Teaching them to be reconciled to their miserable lives, all the while enjoying his."

  "Helping them find joy. As he taught you the ways of joy." He said it, and shifted on the divan. His pants were no longer fitting quite comfortably.

  "Come here big brother! Show me how you've missed me! Embrace me! Call me your pet names as you once did! My fuddy duddy! My big bear! Come growl in my ear, tell me you're going to eat me! Pet my kitty! Play with me!"

  He was ready; she found she was ready too, moist, excited, wanting this stranger! This was going to be easy, this time.

  It was easy; he played her game, held her as a brother should. Then as a brother shouldn't, his hands finding the edges of her robe, her resilient breast, her warm belly, her moist cleft. Growled at her, promised to eat her and drink her and make her regret staying away so long!

  Once he was sucking at her nipples she abandoned all pretense, began to make love to him in earnest. Bit his earlobe, licked his cheek, sucked his tongue, grabbed his member through his waistband. Helped him strip, completely, no simple drop-the-pants and ravage-your-sister, not this time, her first time in this particular play.

  Naked, rampant, lustful now, she shucked out of her robe too, laid back naked on the bed, spread, leered.

  "Make your sister happy! Give me your big bear nob! Tell me you love me! Brother! My big man! Enter into your sister!"

  He was beyond talking, his face showed only mad desire. He climbed up, pinned her arms to the bed, used one knee to spread her legs. She pretended to struggle, resist.

  "Oh! What would Father think! What if Mother comes in! Discovers us! What would you do? Take her too? Make her submit? Spend in her? Give her your baby?"

  That enraged him, and with a snarl he grabbed at her sex, stuck three fingers inside, squeezed her sensitive nub between fingers and thumb. Electric! She nearly came right there. With her free arm she wrapped around his neck, pulled him down.

  "Join in me! Make me take your big bear rod, push it in! Gut me like a trout! String me on your rod!"

  He did; he lay over her, one arm holding himself suspended, one hand guiding his member between her legs, into her. Careful, lodged the tip inside and puuuuushed! And he was sheathed, in her, with her, wet and warm.

  "Oh! Brother! I've missed you, and missed that little brother too! He's grown so! Big and strong and virile! In me! In his sister! Making her cry out!"

  That was nonsense but it helped him, made him pulse larger, start humping his hips, halfway out then huh! and he was seated, deep, indeed making her cry out!

  "Jee! Ahh! Again! Bang me! Your sweet huh! little huh! innocent huh! sister! Take her, huh, bang her, huh, spend in her!"

  She raised her legs, grabbed her ankles, wide, wide, exposed to his loins, his hips smacking into her rump, his belly hitting hers, he had some girth, he used it to good effect, hitting her hard! Smack! Smack! She felt her eyes rolling up, her legs quiverring, her body pulsing.

  "Shit! Fuck! Now! In me! Brother! Monster! Aieeeee!" and she came, melting, her legs jerking, closing around his rump, her heels pushing him into her, clutching at his back as he jetted, jetted, filled her slippery sex with his spew, hot, fluid, sputtering out around their mating.

  "Aisling! Ah! Take it! You slut! Fuck! Ahhhhh." and he pulsed and pulsed, hips erratic now bumping her, infuriatingly stimulating on her too-sensitive sex, making her twitch. Collapsed on her, spent.

  "Whooo! Off! You big oaf! You're smothering me!" and he did roll off, smiling, eyes closed, still dripping from his tip, still pulsing.

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  And who was Aisling? Not her! Probably his real sister. She'd hit the jackpot on that one, he had a thing for his slut sister Aisling!

  She rolled on her side, laid one sticky leg over his hip, put one arm around his shoulders, craned her neck, gave him a quick warm kiss.

  "Oh you big man! Joining in your whore sister! Making her want it! Gonna be sore for a week! You really mashed me! Got right in there! Filled me!"

  He wasn't completely comfortable with that, now that the sex was over, he looked a little abashed. She relented, kissed him again.

  "You can stay a little while, you have some time left. Did you pay outside? No? Then that will be seven, for the house! And a big kiss for me, you wonderful strong bear!"

  That helped, he relaxed, turned, put a hand behind her head, reveling in her mussed hair, kissed her thoroughly. Looked in her eyes, seeing her, seeing someone else too. Shook himself, came back to her.

  "I'll be back next week! You are amazing. A real tart! You like sex!"

  That seemed to surprise him. Did none of the other girls, like sex? What were they doing in this line of work then?

  No matter; she had satisfied her first customer.

  He got up, found his clothes, his wallet, paid her, standing naked with his wet flopping member, dripping. Kissed her properly again, and while he dressed she went back behind, washed her limbs, sluiced out her sex as best she could, it took quite a bit to get all of him out of her.

  She called from her toilet "You came pints! Filled me! Still dripping! What a man!" Came out with a towel, blotting her crotch, found her robe and put it on. He was standing at her door, grinning, happy, happy.

  "See you next week!" and he gave a little salute, slid her peephole wide open, that gave her a little thrill for some reason, her crotch clenched. Went out and carefully closed her door. She heard him whistling down the hall.

  Was she ready for the next customer? Well, why not! This was her life now, at least until she found a certain murderous little cunt and set her straight.

  Who knows how long that would take? She found, she didn't really care, she'd been banged properly now, it had been too long.

  This was gonna be awesome.

  It was a long evening. She found after the third she was in a groove, could handle the whole process pretty much seamlessly. Tease, talk, settle on a theme. Come on to him in character, let him take the lead, strip her, call her names! Then she'd take him, or he would take her, she'd call out Fuck me! and You big man! And You're filling me! and he'd pulse and spend. Simple, really. Just appeal to their venal nature, tell a story, show some tit and ass, get him hard and let him pound away. Nothing to it.

  Seven was too many; she was sore, the last wasn't really fun any more, each stroke was not painful but raw, hot. Her hips were gonna lock up with more pounding; her nipples were chewed shapeless, taking longer and longer to rebound. She had a sore back, she'd always heard that was an occupational hazard and now she understood.

  About then a crier came down the hallway, Shop Closed! Shop Closed! Bring out your cash! and she heard doors opening, ladies coming out, surrendering the money.

  She gathered her take, stood in her doorway, waited for her turn with all the tired, sore, lame girls blinking in the bright hallway lamplight. She counted out five, five, then four again five more times. The collection girl objected; she replied Talk to the boss! That's my deal! and she glared, not believing her, not willing to make an issue of it.

  Nineteen! For one night's work. Not bad. She didn't know what that was really worth, what it would buy but most of the girls had just six or eight and they made a living from that.

  This was an exceptional night, she'd not do so many, not for a while. Sixteen, even thirteen would be her take for the next while. Until she got her strength, like an athlete, hips in shape and sex resilient, tits healed from all the biting.

  One young blade had been the worst, he'd gone down the hall stopping at every door, spending in every girl, limitless stamina! She was his last, late in the evening, he was ready by then for a story and a slow joining. She was his childhood friend returned from abroad, with skills learned in foreign lands! He'd lasted so long, she began counting pumps, gave up at one-fifty! Gawd, she'd look out for him in future, close early, No thanks! Still she smiled at the memory, nothing special physically, not huge or long but his expression as he stroked! Like an angel, in heaven, like he was built just for fucking girls, it was his calling in life.

  She closed up, fell into bed like the dead (which she was!) and slept until the crier returned in the morning.

  Days proceeded one much like another, flattering girls and women during the day, stripping and fitting them, learning about every kind of body and what it took. Handled so many tits! Saggy round ones, tiny acorn nips, udders and dugs and milk-cow teats. She dreamed of tits now, fitted dresses in her dreams.

  Then in the evening she'd entertain men of some age, and boys come of age, four or five or six before closing, never again seven, seven was too many.

  One time her first returned, rented her for the whole night! Stroked in her, talked with her, listened to her stories, stroked her again. Four times before the crier came and sent him away.

  She'd earned only eight of twenty-five but it was a break and he was a smart man, easy to talk to. A teacher! At a girls' school, tempted by young bodies all day long, came here to expend the pent-up lust and semen.

  Kept him sane he said, kept him from disgracing himself with a Senior girl or God forbid another teacher!

  Turned out Aisling was a Senior girl, he'd fantasized about her, she teased him daily in her artless young woman way. Tried to think of her as his sister, keep the lustful thoughts at bay.

  That explained the first night. A fantasy fulfilled, harmlessly. And Senior Girl Aisling safe for another few days.

  She thought of her job as something between whore and therapist. Her customers went away happy, discharged, spent and settled. Made their days bearable, made them bearable to their families, wives, girlfriends. Everybody wins!

  She was content.

  The girl showed up as a complete surprise.