Purse swinging from her toned arm, Marianne whistled happily under her breath as she headed to her car under the early afternoon sun. Today was the last day of work before a well-deserved week off. She was planning lots and lots of tanning, swimming and mall time with her best friend, Alli, before the last vestiges of Indian Summer sun faded to winter paleness.
The shrill ring of her cell cut her off mid-tune. She fished for the phone and pulled it out, frowning at the "unknown caller" displayed in the ID window. She never answered calls without knowing who they were. She dropped it back in the depths, unlocking her door and sliding onto her hot leather seat. She couldn't wait to get home and get her work clothes off! She'd worn tan slacks, a matching black lace panty set and a loose emerald green blouse. Comfortable in the controlled environment of the workplace, but a little hot for the Texas midday.
The material of her blouse fluttered around her body as she steered the racy little convertible into traffic and sped off toward home.
Pulling up to the garage, she noticed a limo parked by the entryway. Her mother and stepfather were exiting as she came to the door.
"You're back! Good!" Her mother gave her a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek, the scent of peonies and roses wafting from her heavily sprayed neck. She stepped back and tucked a stray strand of courtesy-of-the-salon blonde hair behind her ear. "Bill and I were invited, quite last minute, to a weekend retreat. We would have said no, but the senator will be there. You understand, darling." She patted her daughter's cheek. "You'll be fine here with Michale, won't you?"
Marianne paled a little. She hadn't seen her stepbrother in four months, since he had waylaid her tanning and raped her. She hadn't told anyone or spoken to him since.
"Are you sure you have to go?" But her mother was already seated in the car and paying little attention to her offspring.
Her mother loved power and connections. The promise of spending all weekend rubbing elbows with the senator wouldn't be passed up.
Marianne sighed, steeled herself, and went inside. A change of clothes was first on her agenda, then a bite to eat.
She slipped quickly into a wide-neck white blouse and long pink gypsy skirt, leaving her long brown hair loose around her shoulders. The black lace bra showed through her shirt, so she took it off and tossed it in the laundry. Her breasts were on the larger side at 34D, but firm and perky enough that she didn't always wear a bra, especially around the house.
She'd almost forgotten about the threat of her stepbrother as she skipped down the stairs to the kitchen, but it all came rushing back as she rounded the corner and screeched to a halt at the sight of him across the kitchen bar.
Michale looked up, a slow smile spreading across his handsome face as he took in the sight of her, eyes running up her body, pausing at her heaving breasts before reaching her reddening face. He winked.
"Heya, sis!"
"Michale!" She half gasped, but recovered quickly, sliding onto a bar stool. "Uh, hi! Didn't expect to see you."
He returned to making his sandwich. "Yeah. Got a week off for Halloween. Figured I'd come home this year. Lame-ass parties didn't seem as fun as hanging with my sister." He took a bite, winking at her again.
She hopped down and opened the fridge, grabbing a can of soda. She decided to act like she didn't understand what he meant. Maybe it had been a fluke the last time and he'd decided to behave like a brother should.
"I don't see how it would be more fun here," She took a swig of Coke, leaning against the counter a couple feet from his sandwich makings.
"Oh, no?" He moved faster than she could react, arms on either side trapping her, his hips pressing her back and pinning her to the counter. She flushed, swallowing hard. "I think you can guess, little sister." He took the can and set it aside.
"Michale," her voice faltered and she cleared her throat lightly. "Michale, you can't. Stop. It's wrong."
"You're right, Marianne," his voice was husky. "I can't stop."
He lowered his head, giving her a fraction of second of warning before his lips pressed against hers firmly, his tongue seeking entrance to her mouth. Her muffled protest gave him room and he surged inside, stroking and flicking against her own tongue.
The toll of abstaining from sex for the last four months due to unresolved feelings after his last assault took its due now, as the feeling of a warm male body pressed against her and the talented mouth plying hers sent tingles along every nerve. She could feel her pussy moistening as her nipples jumped to attention with his chest pressing closer. An unexpected moan slipped out. He chuckled, low in his throat.
"Sounds like you're enjoying this, baby."
"I'm not your baby, Michale!" She tried to push him away, but it was like trying to move a boulder. He grabbed her wrists in his right hand, stopping her ineffective attempt.
"I beg to differ," he murmured against her neck, nipping the skin just below her ear. She shivered, her nipples getting incredibly harder, aching to be touched. His other hand slid up to do just that, softly running his fingertips across first one, then the other breast before cupping the right one and catching the nipple between thumb and index finger.
"I think you want me just as much as I want you."
She shook her head, then gasped aloud as his fingers pressed together around her nipple. The sensation shot straight to her clit.
In a sudden movement he picked her up and set her on the counter, her wrists behind her in his left hand now and his right slowly sliding up her skirt. She held her breath, torn between outrage and anticipation.
"Oh, really, little sister?" He held his hand up in front of her face, fingers glistening with her wetness. "I didn't even have to touch your pussy. You're dripping down your legs."
He slid his fingers back up the inside of her legs and past the ineffective barrier of her lace thong. His light touch on her clit made her jerk, a slight sound of pleasure slipping past her lips. The finger slid lower, gently playing with her lips before parting them and slipping inside her tight pussy. She could feel herself gripping at his finger, then stretching as he added a second digit and began to move in and out.
"Mmmm, you're always so ready for me, Mari," He whispered against her neck, kissing her warm skin. He flicked his thumb across her clit and she spasmed, gripping his fingers and curling her toes at the sudden burst of pleasure.
His fingers were suddenly gone and her wrists freed as he slid her gauzy skirt to her waist and forced her legs wide, scooting her to the edge of the counter. A quick jerk and her panties were in pieces on the floor. His head moved slowly, letting her anticipation build as his mouth moved down to her juicy folds.
The first touch was electric, his tongue swiping up through her pussy and ending with a flick to her clit. He repeated the motion again, and again, then stopped to suck her clit between his teeth, rapidly lashing his tongue across the sensitive nub. She let out a strangled moan, causing him to chuckle against her wet flesh. His finger was back, pushing gently inside her, curling up and pressing against her g-spot in an insistent rhythm as he continue to lick and suck at her clit, lapping up her juices eagerly. "Please..." She moaned.
"Please what, sister?" He paused to say, then continued.
