Suzie Halford was vacuuming the carpets in her new apartment one morning when the phone rang. She pushed her blonde hair out of her eyes, switched off the vacuum cleaner, and went into the living room to answer it.
Her twin brother's voice said cheerfully: "Good morning!"
She felt a small tingle charge through her. "Carl! So good to hear from you. Have you talked to Jim yet?"
"Why yes, I did," came the reply. "We had a nice chat, matter of fact. I asked if you two were coming over tonight, as we'd tentatively planned."
"And?"
"He said to ask you."
She giggled. "Isn't that just like a man!"
"Yeah, well are you?"
Suzie felt very wicked and teasing at the moment. Her honeymoon at Fredag Lodge and the subsequent two months of married life had been so wonderful, so beyond all her silly adolescent notions of physical fulfillment, that her freshly-discovered sexual freedom gave her a certain sense of power, of lustiness. Yes, she was a happily married woman, and she was really going to enjoy it to the hilt!
She said: "I don't know, Carl. If we do, what will happen?"
"What do you want to happen?"
"Why, nothing in particular."
"Are you sure?"
"Why, I don't know what you could possibly mean!" she said, knowing full well what he meant. She could feel her vagina beginning to secrete warm droplets of fluid down between the thighs as lewd thoughts of their double honeymoon traveled through her mind. She could already envision her brother's hardened penis, pointing at her with its bloated round head, beckoning her closer… "Do you mean you want to fuck me again, Carl?" she taunted him. "Do you want to put that lovely big prick of yours into my hot, juicy cunt, is that what you mean?"
At the other end of the line, Carl felt fire beginning to leap in his pants. Jesus, his sister had turned into a wanton bitch! "I wouldn't mind it," he managed to say cooly, playing the game with her.
Suzie laughed. "I'll suck you off," she said. "Until you cum in my mouth, Carl. Until you squirt tons of your hot white sperm into my mouth! Would you like that, brother dear?"
"Christ!" he said, feeling some of his suaveness falling away. His cock was rigid under the desk now; her words were like a caressing hand on his vitals! "You will be over tonight, won't you?"
"Yes! We'll be over tonight, and I'll let you fuck my cunt and my mouth and even my asshole! Goodbye!"
"Ohhhh shit!" Carl gasped, and hung up.
She stood there with her eyes closed, the juices of her desire soaking through the filmy material of her panties. God, talking t‹ФР made her hot! She wanted him again, all right, just as she'd wanted him time after time since their honeymoon together… and just like her husband Jim still lusted after Verna, too! Damn! She could hardly wait for tonight!