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away instinctively as he got a flash of pubic
hair.
    “Oh God!”  He turned away
from her.  “Susan, we can’t do this.”
    “John, I want you.”  She got
off the settee and slipped her arms around his waist from behind.  “I want to
feel you inside me.”
    “Susan, I can’t.  I can’t,”
he repeated, more for his benefit than hers.  He could, of course—the stiff
wood in his boxers was a testament to the fact.
    “John, I’m going out of my
mind.  I’ve been saving and saving myself for marriage, but no one wants to
marry me!”  Hearing the unshed tears in her voice he turned and hugged her hard
against his chest.  “If you don’t want me, I’ll walk up to the next stranger I
meet in the street and tell him that I want to give him my virginity.”
    Oh God, she was a
virgin!  She’d never had a boyfriend, or at least one that she had been seen
with or introduced to the family, but John had thought that surely a classmate
at school, or a member of the church or even the randy-looking pastor...one of
them must had by now deflowered his not-bad-looking sister.
    Would she honestly give
herself to a stranger?  She seemed desperate enough to do it.
    He had to make a terrible choice.
    But what alternative did he
have?
    And what was worse: a brother
who loved her and would try not to cause her too much pain; or some random
stranger who could give her a deathly disease if she was lucky or rape and kill
her if she was not.  They may not have been the closest of siblings, but he
loved her and had always known despite her prickly, introverted ways, she loved
him just as much.
    “Alright, alright” he agreed
and pushed her gently back down onto the settee.  He hesitated for a moment,
knowing that it was his last chance to get himself out of the sticky situation,
before he lay down beside her.
    Their faces were close,
almost touching as they stared into each other’s eyes.
    He couldn’t remember being
this close to her before.  He didn’t remember her skin looking so dewy soft and
it must be a trick of the light—her eyes were the greenest he had ever seen, as
green as a meadow in spring.
    He wanted her desperately, he
realized with a start, as a surge of blood flowed to his groin and pushed his
already-hard penis against the unyielding fabric of his jeans.
    “Take your breast out for
me,” he instructed as he pulled her outer leg up to straddle his hip and
reached into the ruined gusset of her tights.
    “I never understand why men
want to suck on women’s breast.  Surely they were only made for babies to suck
on,” she complained, but slipped her hand into her white cotton bra and bared
her left breast.
    He stared at it for a
moment.  Growing up together as children he had seen her chest often.  How had
that small, flat expanse with its tiny nipple which had looked almost exactly
like his, become this tempting, quivering mound of flesh that he had to taste
or die?  Leaning forward eagerly he took her nipple and her entire areola into
his mouth.
    “Gosh, that feels really
nice.”  Even shocked by the sensation of his tugging lips, she didn’t utter a
profanity.  She raised herself up slightly so that she could get a better view
of his suckling lips on her breast.  Mesmerized by the sight, she didn’t even
take her eyes off as he parted her pubic hair and found the stiff little bud of
her clitoris.  “It’s making me feel all shivery inside.”
    And your inside nice and wet,
John thought, as he slipped the finger he had been rubbing against her clitoris
up into the slipperiness.
    Gosh...shit, now she was making him mind his language, too...but she was absolutely dripping!  He had
thought that she would have needed the same length of preparation Helen had
needed the first time they had made love, but though she was quite tight, Susan
was ready.
    Ready for her younger
brother’s cock.
    “Can I see it?” she asked,
moving backwards to get a glimpse of him as he fumbled with his fly