Norma Egan
The sister keeper

CHAPTER ONE

There was so much to talk about that Jonathan didn't know where to begin. He glanced at his twin sister Jennifer as she rambled on about the plane ride, what the weather had been like in England, and as she talked, Jonathan couldn't help but notice her figure. Dressed in a short-skirted blue suit, he made out the firm figure of her bulging breasts, trim waist and shapely hips. As she crossed her legs to get more comfortable in the car, Jonathan heard the sensuous sound of her nyloned legs rubbing against each other.

He was glad that the drive from the airport was almost over. Had it gone on for one more mile he knew that Jennifer would start to notice the bulge of his cock as it crawled along his pant's leg.

Then they were at the hotel, walking hand in hand through the lobby. As they stood near the elevator, Jennifer turned toward him and looked directly at him. Jonathan smiled somewhat embarrassedly.

The situation seemed awkward and funny at the same time, and for a moment they only laughed. Jennifer thought quickly of all the strange events that had led up to this meeting – how their mother had died giving birth to them and how their father, busy with all his money-making schemes, had given the twins to relatives, Jonathan to maternal grandparents in New York, Jennifer to an aunt in England. Brother and sister had had to wait twenty-three years before actually laying eyes on each other. But now they would be together. Their father had died, leaving them his one successful business venture, a plush resort-hotel in California, and the twins had agreed by mail to come out and manage the place.

Jonathan still held her hands tightly, and Jennifer felt unaccountably happy. "I was just thinking," she laughed, "how much we'll have to tell each other before we're really acquainted."

Jonathan laughed, too. "I know! Crazy situation, isn't it? We're twins, and we don't even know each other! But we'll make up for that tonight. I've arranged for us to have dinner in your room, and we'll tell each other all about ourselves."

Holding her hand, he led her up the steps and into the gaudy, cavernous hotel. People smiled at them, and Jennifer knew it was because they made such an attractive couple. She thought again how handsome Jonathan was, so much more attractive somehow than Ben, the big, bumbling university student to whom she had been engaged for three years – Ben, who had angrily broken off their engagement when she announced her plans to come to America and manage the hotel. Ben, whose awkward but frantic passion had claimed her virginity, had possessed and devoured her body many times, but had somehow never brought her to an equal sexual level. But she had promised herself not to think of Ben. That was over and done with.

Jonathan kept his word. After Jennifer had showered and changed her clothes, they had dinner in her room, an indecently luxurious feast of filet mignon, salad and champagne. Then they talked. There seemed to be an endless number of things to know about each other, and it was after midnight before they began to run out of ideas.

Then Jonathan, now stretched out on the bed, grinned at her and said, "We haven't talked yet about the most important thing of all. Tell me about your love life."

Jennifer blushed and giggled. "You're kidding, of course!" She lounged in an overstuffed chair, her small feet propped up on the bed, feeling a little drunk from the champagne.

"Oh, no, I'm serious!" Jonathan, still grinning, reached out and squeezed her foot playfully. "After all, what's more important than who you love, who you sleep with, how you feel about sex?"

Jennifer felt herself blushing even more. Her Aunt Hilda had raised her very strictly, according to a Victorian code in which sex was something that ladies had to endure but which they never discussed. Why, Aunt Hilda would die of shock if she knew that Jennifer had been fucking Ben for nearly three years! Jennifer knew that Americans were more open about sex, and that Jonathan's frankness and lack of embarrassment were probably not unusual in this country, but she suddenly felt uncomfortable.

"I suppose you're right," she smiled. "But I find it very hard to talk about things like that."

Jonathan squeezed her foot again and smiled encouragingly. "My God, you don't have to be shy with me, Jennifer! I'm your brother! And isn't a brother supposed to be someone you can confide in, someone you can trust? Come on, tell me all about it! How many lovers have you had?"

Jennifer forced herself to reply. After all, she was going to live in America now, and she might as well start behaving like an American. Blushing hotly, she said, "Just one."

Jonathan's bright, blue eyes widened in sincere amazement, his voice was wondering. "Is that all? Honestly? But you're twenty-three years old, my dear! Where have you been living, in a cave?"

"In London, as you know perfectly well," Jennifer answered, somewhat irritated. "Why? Have you had so many more lovers than that?"

Jonathan laughed loudly. "I should hope so!"

"How many, then?" If he was going to be frank, so would she.

Jonathan grinned at her teasingly. "Why, to tell you the truth, I've lost count. Look at you blush! But it's true, I really can't remember. I started fucking when I was fourteen, and I've been busy at it ever since. It is one of the better things in life, don't you think?"

"No, quite frankly, I don't," replied Jennifer, even more irritated now. "I never found it all that great."

Again Jonathan stared at her in amazement. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "What kind of bumbling ass have you been fucking? He'd have to be pretty inept not to turn you on."

Jennifer reddened at the word "bumbling", for that was exactly how she thought of Ben in bed. For a long time she'd suspected that there must be more to fucking than a man climbing on a woman, giving a couple of shoves, and climbing off again. Otherwise, why was everyone so excited about the subject? But all those wonderful things they talked about, being "horny" and appeasing it by "coming" – none of them had ever happened to her. But it wasn't right, she concluded, to talk about it with a man, not even her own brother.

"I'd really rather change the subject, Jonathan," she said nervously. "In fact, I think I'd like to go to bed now. I've had a very long day."

He was looking at her very strangely, a kind of gleam in his eye which she could not interpret. He began to squeeze her foot again, gently but persistently, and then his fingers slid softly up to her ankle and squeezed it, too.

"Tell me about it," he insisted, his voice low and encouraging. "I'd like to help you, Jennifer, I really would. You're missing out on so much. Tell me what this guy does in bed."

"Jonathan!" She felt really shocked now. "Don't you think that's a bit personal?"

He looked at her pityingly. "Poor Jennifer! You act like you were raised in the Victorian era!"

Again he'd struck home, describing Aunt Hilda's attitudes perfectly, and Jennifer reddened with determination. She could be just as frank as he was! "Well," she said hesitantly. "He just does it, that's all. I mean, when he wants me, we undress and go to bed, and he just – well, what else is there to do?"

Jonathan sighed deeply. "I see. He doesn't kiss you? He doesn't play with your tits? He doesn't eat your pussy? He just jumps on and fucks you?"

Jennifer jerked her ankle out of his grasp and jumped to her feet, trembling with embarrassment and anger. Her voice shook. "Jonathan, I'm sorry, but I just can't talk like this! It doesn't seem right! I suppose there's a lot of thinking I'll have to get used to about this country, like your frank way of talking, but it's not something I can learn overnight! I really would like you to leave now, so I can get some sleep!"

Jonathan had stood up, too, and he approached his sister with the same strange look as before, a kind of gentle eagerness. "Jennifer, I believe it is something you can learn overnight, if you'll just let me show you how."

His arms snaked quickly around her, tightened, and then he kissed her on the mouth, his lips hot and aggressive, forcing her mouth open, his tongue sliding inside to probe. It happened so quickly, she had no time to resist him, and now he had her arms pinned and she was forced to submit. She had never been kissed like that before, had never felt the play of a man's tongue deep in her mouth, and she was surprised to feel a kind of dizzying thrill rushing through her body. She was still feeling dizzy when he broke the kiss.

"He never does that to you, does he?" Jonathan whispered. Then he planted moist, hot lips on her neck, kissing and tonguing downward toward the plump swelling of her breasts. One firm hand caressed her back, while the other strayed to her small, round ass, squeezing and exploring them.

"Jonathan, stop this at once!" she managed to cry out. "You're my brother, for heaven's sake!"

Jonathan raised an impish face from between her tits. "But, darling, that's what brothers are for!" he said softly. "They're supposed to look out for their sisters, show them the ropes, as it were. I see that your sex education has been badly neglected, and I'm simply bringing you up to date. You should be grateful for that."

"You seem to find this very amusing!" Jennifer snapped. "I don't!" With great effort, she freed her arms and pushed against his chest, but Jonathan clung to her, pinning her down, holding her arms, and she felt something rock-hard against her loins, pushing painfully and insistently. Then she blushed as she realized that it was his erect cock.

"Please, Jonathan," she said weakly, a little frightened now at this strange brother of hers. "Let me go. I don't like this game, not at all!"

"Its not a game, darling," he said, his voice low and husky now. "I'm perfectly serious."

He kissed her again, stuffing his tongue, hot and stiff into her protesting mouth, his hips wriggling eagerly in an effort to spread her legs. Jennifer was repelled and frightened at the same time, and she began to struggle, trying to rock him off her body. Her efforts increased the brutal friction of his hard cock against the tender flesh of her pussy and seemed to excite Jonathan even more.

"Yes," he whispered huskily. "Fight me, that makes it more exciting!"

Jennifer exclaimed disgustedly, "Jonathan, for God's sake, will you get off me and get out of my room? I won't have this!"

"Oh," he said mockingly, looking her in the eye. "You won't have it, you say? And what is it you won't have?"

"Why…" Jennifer stammered. "What you're doing, of course!"

"And what am I doing?" His voice remained calm and amused.

"You know damned well what you're doing!" she sputtered.

"But you don't want to say it." He grinned at her. "I'll say it, then. I'm trying to fuck you, Jennifer. I'm trying to get into your pants. Trying to ball you. What do they call it in England?"

"But, Jonathan!" She was so horrified at his words that she stopped struggling. "I'm your sister. Doesn't that make any difference to you?"

"Yes," he said teasingly. "It does make a difference to me. It makes it even more exciting." He watched her increasingly horrified expression. "Jennifer, you're an educated woman. You must know that there's no biological reason why brother and sister can't fuck. The old incest taboo is strictly a social thing, a superstition, in fact. All the animals do it, with no problems, so why shouldn't people do it?"

Jennifer made no reply. He was right, of course, yet what he proposed seemed monstrous and perverse to her. She saw, too, that there was no convincing him with words. His mind was made up, and his way of thought was utterly foreign to her. All she could do was fight.

She bit his hand, and Jonathan cursed loudly and jerked away from her. Jennifer used the opportunity to wriggle out from under his superior weight, leap off the bed, and run for the door. But Jonathan was much too quick for her. Before she could even touch the doorknob, his slim but powerful arms were around her waist, dragging her back towards the bed. "Please don't scream," he said, almost politely. "The guests would hear, and it would be bad for business."

He was right. She knew she did not want to cause a scandal in the hotel by screaming, by letting everyone know that her twin brother was trying to rape her. She had her heart set on managing the hotel and doing it successfully. But her immediate problem was Jonathan. He had dragged her back to the bed now and was fumbling at the buttons of her dress. As he bent over her, Jennifer noticed the huge bulge of his crotch, stretched by his aroused and swollen cock.

She seized his wrists and pleaded, "Jonathan, don't do this thing! If you keep on, I assure you, I'll fight! But I don't want to hurt you or quarrel with you – so, please, stop now, and I'll forget about it."

Jonathan's vivid, blue eyes looked sleepy and sensual now as he met her gaze, and his voice was soft and urgent. "Jennifer, I don't want to hurt you, either. I want us to be very good friends. And we could be such good friends, darling. I could do such pleasant things for you, make you so happy, if you'd just let me. Please, Jennifer, forget all your silly hang ups, and let me make love to you. You'll never be sorry, I promise."

"No!" Jennifer shouted. "It's filthy! I won't do it!"

Jonathan slapped her face, deftly and very hard, and she fell back limp on the bed, knowing that she was fainting. When she came back to consciousness, minutes later, he had removed her dress and was just pulling off her bra, his bright eyes intent on her slim but shapely body.

"Jonathan…?" She still felt dazed. "You hit me. Why did you do that?"

"Terribly sorry." He smiled at her. "It was for your own good, of course. My only aim is to make you happy, and that involves teaching you to enjoy sex. You were foolish enough not to cooperate."

"Oh, Jonathan!" Jennifer moaned in frustration. How could she make him understand? She heard him draw in his breath sharply as he removed her bra and stared at her naked breasts. She knew they were pretty, perhaps on the small side, but round and white and firm, the nipples a bright pink.

"Beautiful," Jonathan muttered. "You have nearly perfect tits, you know that, Jennifer?" Without waiting for an answer, he cupped both breasts in his firm hands, molded and caressed them, and rubbed the nipples with his thumbs, making them spring hard and erect. Then suddenly he sank onto her, his mouth fastening wetly around one nipple as he began to tongue and suck it. Jennifer felt something very strange then. As if a nerve directly connected the two places, she felt a jolt of pleasure streaking from nipple to cunt, and her pussy contracted sharply and spurted out hot juices. She knew then, that although her mind rejected what Jonathan was doing, her body more than accepted his attentions, and she was shocked at herself. Ben had never aroused her like this – why should Jonathan?

Her brother had, moved over to suck the other nipple now, and Jennifer looked down dazedly at his blond head which, like hers, was almost so light as to be silver. She didn't want to lose him, yet how could she let him continue to enjoy her body?

"That's enough, Jonathan," she murmured. "Please stop now and go to your room."

He took his time about answering her. The noisy sucking continued a moment longer before he lifted his head, and then he paused again to flick out his wet tongue and gently lash her nipples. It made Jennifer shiver, partly in pleasure and partly in disgust. Then he smiled lazily at her.

"Darling Jennifer," he said. "I have no intention of stopping now. This is merely the beginnings I'll go on doing very nice things to you, and all you have to do is relax and enjoy it. Before long, I promise you'll be wanting me as much as I want you. Is that really anything to be alarmed about?"

For Jennifer it was. Not only did she fear the very word "incest", she feared, too, to surrender herself to a man unreservedly, and she suspected that her brother might keep his word and attain her total submission. No one had ever achieved that before, and she hoped no one ever would.

"Jonathan, please," she said meekly. "I'm afraid."

He took her face between his hands and smiled in an almost fatherly way. "There is nothing to fear, Jennifer. Everything I do to you will be beautiful and pleasurable. Like this."

He kissed her then, the same deep-probing tongue kiss as before, and she felt her mind reeling. Then his hand was fumbling with her last garment, her small lacy panties, tugging them down over her taut belly until his finger grazed the soft fur of her mound. Jennifer gave a gurgle of alarm, wrenched her face away from his, and began to struggle wildly, pushing at him, pounding him with her fists.

Jonathan swayed above her, dodging her blows, watching intently, almost like a venomous snake waiting for the precise moment to strike. He found it. Suddenly he seized her wrists and forced her arms down to her sides, his blue eyes wide and hungry now as he watched her lovely tits shake and wobble with her frantic moments. Then, with her arms pinned, he lowered himself again and planted his mouth on her lower belly, kissing, tonguing, and tasting the smooth, fragrant flesh. His burning tongue worked downward, steadily, toward the fringe of blonde pussy fur that showed above the band of her panties. So he intended to play with her them, too, where Ben had never touched her.

"Please, Jonathan, please," she moaned.

"Patience, my dear," he said softly. "You'll like this."

On the contrary, Jennifer began to feel disgusted. She had heard of this practice before, of men "eating cunt", and she considered it unnatural and loathsome. She would not let any man do this foul thing to her! With all the strength she could summon, Jennifer wrenched her arms from her brother's grasp and twisted out from under his pinioning body.

She leaped off the bed and raced for the door, but Jonathan, with a sharp laugh, beat her to it and stood there with his back against the door, grinning at her.

"You know you can't fight your way past me, Jennifer," he laughed. "So why don't you be a good girl and come back to bed?"

Jennifer retreated to the opposite corner of the room, glaring at him and thinking desperately of another means of escape. Her room was on the third floor of the hotel, the top floor, so the window was out of the question. She could not lock herself in a closet or the bathroom, either, since Jonathan had a set of master keys.

"Come on, dear," he teased. "Come back to bed. Let Brother eat your sweet, little pussy."

"Go to hell!" Jennifer snapped.

Jonathan sighed. "Very well. We'll save that for later. Right now I'll entertain you with a little strip show." Still leaning against the door, he began to unknot his tie.