The portable bar in the spacious back of the limo just happened to have a cold, uncorked bottle of champagne and two fluted glasses with sugar cubes in the bottoms, awaiting Brian and Deanna as they began the ride back Brian's place.
"You think of everything, don't you Dee?"
"I try, Bri, I try."
Deanna handed Brian a flute and poured in the bubbly. She poured some for herself as well, and then they toasted themselves.
"Here is to a great evening, Dee."
"And here's to the fact that it's not over yet Brian." That said, they clinked glasses and sipped, Deanna's eyes locked on Brian's.
Deanna noticed the clock on the console. It read 12:15; plenty of time.
"I love champagne, don't you Brian? It's such a romantic drink, it makes me want to make love," Dee said as she refilled both their glasses.
"Well, I'm not sure I can keep up with you anymore tonight, Dee. I mean, in the last 24 hours, I think I've had more orgasms than I have in the last month. It's just unbelievable."
"Believe it, big brother, and don't worry, I'll take care of you. Trust me, you've got at least one more time in you. Just let me handle things." She winked and gave him her wicked little smile again, as she started massaging his hardness through his pants.
When they pulled up in front of Brian's building, he went into the lobby while Deanna took care of the limo-driver. She spoke with him, shook hands and then he drove off. Brian had an elevator waiting by the time she came in.
"I hope that didn't cost you too much, those guys don't come cheap," said Brian as they entered the elevator.
"You know Brian, you worry too much. I told you I could afford it, and I can, so just relax." With that, she unzipped his pants and pulled out his rapidly rising erection. He started to protest, but with the champagne bottle in one hand and the two glasses in the other, he was in no position to stop her. Once that warm mouth enveloped him he realized he didn't want to protest anyway. Why would he? He leaned his head back against the wall of the elevator and watched the numbers record their ascent. He closed his eyes as Deanna continued to work her magic. He didn't even realize it when the doors opened on his floor.
Deanna checked the corridor for onlookers. She saw no one was there, so she pulled Brian out of his reverie and they moved quickly across the hall and into his place. Brian yawned as he put the champagne glasses down on the hallway table and refilled them both, spilling a little onto the floor. He handed one to Deanna, took her other hand and walked into his bedroom.
Deanna set her glass down on the bedside table and pushed Brian onto the bed. She moved to the corner of the room and turned on the tiny desk lamp. She pointed it at the wall so that it barely illuminated the room: just enough for Brian to see her.
As Brian sat and drank his champagne, Deanna slowly pulled the straps of her dress off her shoulders and allowed it to flow over her breasts and down her body to the floor. She stood there in only a black lace garter belt, dark nylons and high heel pumps. She slowly swayed her hips to an unheard beat as she put her fingers through her luxuriant black hair releasing it at the back and allowing it to fall down around her face and shoulders. She held his gaze as she kicked off the shoes and then, unfastening the garter clips, rolled the nylons slowly down her legs and off. She removed the belt and stood naked in front of him. With the palms of her hands, she rubbed her nipples until they became erect. Then, as effortlessly as a ballerina, she raised one leg and placed it on Brian's shoulder. She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his face into her middle. Brian set his glass down and then let his tongue move along the moistness of her soft pussy lips. She held his head there as she arched her back and moaned as he hit the button.
Deanna allowed Brian to feast on her sex for several moments, feeling the warmth spread throughout her entire body. She could feel his tongue and lips pulling the precious fluid from her. Finally, she lowered her leg from his shoulder. She moved close and and pulled his face to her breasts. He began to kiss her nipples as she removed his jacket and shirt. She grasped his shoulders, and pushed him back onto the bed. She removed the rest of his clothing as he lay there, staring at the ceiling.
Deanna crawled up onto the bed and sat astride his legs. She kissed and nibbled on his smooth balls for a moment before drawing the full length of his cock into her mouth. Brian made a sound that Deanna recognized as an odd cross between a moan and a yawn. His cock was hard now, so she wasted no time, but crawled into a sitting position over his pelvis and lowered herself until she was completely impaled on him. And then she began to move, slowly at first and then gaining momentum, she shifted so that with each thrust his hardness pressed against her clit. Up and down, to and fro she moved. Brian had closed his eyes, his arms lying at his side. She knew it wouldn't be long now. Faster and faster she moved as the rapture neared. Moving, thrusting, faster, faster. Brian remained very still. Rising and falling, filling and un-filling herself with him. And then pressing her fingertips deeply into his shoulder muscles, she forced herself fiercely down onto his cock and groaning from her deepest self, she came. Her eyelids fluttered, as every muscle in her entire body tensed and the waves swept over her. It started in her firey sexual center and flowed like a current to the very farthest reaches of her body. Even her scalp tingled; it was delicious. Sitting up straight, as the throbbing inside her subsided, she could feel Brian's softening cock slip out of her. He had not cum. He didn't even know she had cum. Deanna rolled onto her back and lay panting beside her now deeply sleeping brother.
Deanna had wondered how long it would take for the sleeping pill she had slipped into his champagne flute to work. But now she knew that her beloved brother would sleep soundly for at least eight hours, uninterrupted.
When her breathing returned to normal, she got up from the bed and maneuvered Brian until he was under the covers. She pulled the blanket up over his shoulders and then stood looking at him.
"Well, Brian," she thought, "years ago, you came on me when you thought I was sleeping, and now I came on you while you slept. What goes around cums around, I guess." She laughed to herself. She bent and kissed his cheek.
******* Deanna went directly to the guest bathroom and turned on the shower. When the water was right, she stepped in, and careful not to get her hair wet, she washed the remnants of sex off her body. She stepped out and quickly dried off, moving into the guest room where she had put her things. She opened her case and pulled on a pair of red silk thong underpants. She pulled a black cashmere crewneck sweater over her head and a pair of black Capri pants on. She slipped into some red leather sandals, and moved back into the guest bathroom to check her face in the mirror. She quickly touched up her mascara and applied a new coat of crimson lipstick. She took a final look at the visage she knew few men could possibly resist. She liked it too.
Deanna went into the dark living room and found her purse. She pulled out a cigarette and lit it, drawing a deep drag into her lungs. She knew it was hideously stupid for her to smoke, but she enjoyed it and Deanna did the things she enjoyed. She looked out the window to the street below. It was quiet for a Saturday night. She pulled her digital phone from her bag and punched in a number.
On the second ring a man answered.
"Did you talk to him?" she asked.
"Yes," was the answer.
She looked at her watch. It was 1:40.
"Is he willing to pay?"
Again, "Yes."
"Good. When will you have him here? 2:00? Okay, I'll be in the lobby watching for you."
