Steffi did and said almost nothing for several days after the party. Marc had succeeded in leading her away after her hysterical scene, but he could convince her to do little but eat and sleep once he got her home. The breakthrough did not come until nearly a week later when Marc was bringing some breakfast in to his sister in the hope of convincing her to eat some of it.
"Marc," she said as soon as he walked in, "I was reading the newspaper."
Marc looked at her expectantly. It was the longest complete sentence she had said to him in days.
"Yes," he said.
"They caught Michael."
Marc didn't know how to respond to that one. Unable to talk to his sister for days, he wasn't at all sure how she felt after the cruel rejection she had received at the hands of her sick lover.
"Oh?" he said simply, half-question and half-acknowledgment.
Suddenly, Steffi threw herself into his arms. He embraced her tightly, squeezing her trembling body close against his own. For several moments, the girl seemed satisfied to comfort herself in the warmth of her brother's loving embrace. Marc tried hard to repress the sexual feelings which he was experiencing pressing his young pretty sister against him. He found that his efforts were totally unsuccessful. Fortunately, Steffi was too caught up in her misery to notice the pressing of Marc's semi-erection against her tummy.
"Oh, Marc," she cried out emotionally, "I just don't know what to feel! Why does it have to be this way?"
Marc pulled the girl closer against him, enjoying the crushing of her bosom against his chest despite himself. He was glad to hear his sister opening up again and he was glad to be holding her tightly.
"What can I tell you, Steff," he said after thinking about her question and deciding that there was really no answer. "You've had a good education. You've read all the books, taken all the psychology, philosophy, and sociology. None of them prepared you to have your heart broken by a man like Michael."
Steffi looked hard into her brother's eyes.
"You're making fun of me," she charged with just the barest hint of a smile. Marc brushed her hair back and hugged her. It was so good to see even that hint of a smile.
"No, I'm not. Honest. It's just that you went into the world a little sooner than you were ready. You thought that reading about Zen and existentialism and dropping acid were all the preparation you needed to jump into the thick of life. Well, you were wrong, and now you're paying for it, that's all."
"But Michael…"
"Michael is not a good man. You can blame it on society if you want to, but the fact remains that Michael could take you nowhere but into trouble. He wasn't all wrong about some of the things he said to you, you know. You're an idealist in a realistic world, Steffi, and sometimes you're bound to confuse love and sympathy, I'm not putting you down for it. In a way, it's very nice. It helps make you the sweet compassionate person that you are. It's just that you have to expect to get hurt once in a while."
Steffi looked at her brother through adoring eyes and kissed him softly on the lips.
"You're a very smart man, Marc. I just wish I could meet someone like you."
Marc felt more flattered by that remark than he could remember ever feeling before. He returned Steffi's kiss and was surprised to feel her tongue flicking over his lips. He looked at her questioningly.
"Show me you love me," the girl said simply.
Marc looked at her hesitantly. He remembered saying that sort of thing as a high school boy. You usually got to lay the prettiest and most insecure girls by telling them that if they really loved you they would go down for you.
"What did you have in mind?" Marc asked, with just a shade of unfamiliar coyness in his voice.
Steffi smiled for the first time in nearly a week. She leaned over and kissed her brother on the ear.
"Meet me in the bedroom and I'll show you," she whispered, her warm breath tickling Marc's ear.
Marc watched as the girl rose and followed her swaying ass as it sashayed into the bedroom. He sat and thought as the door closed behind her.
Making love to Steffi was the most appealing thought imaginable to Marc. He loved her as a sister and as a person, and he'd have to be less than human not to desire her as a woman – yet, her motivation for wanting him at this time was of great importance. If she craved him as a substitute for Michael, or purely for sexual release, or to take her mind off her troubles, then making love to her might do her more harm than good. No, he would make love to her because he loved her, and he would do it so well that there would be no way she could misinterpret their behavior. Marc rose, walked to the bedroom, and opened the door.
What he saw was his sister lying on his bed, covered to the chin with a sheet. Her eyes were wider than ever, completely unmade-up as always. Her hair seemed to be freshly brushed and neatly parted in the center, crowning her face as if with a halo. Involuntarily, Marc let loose a long low whistle of appreciation. A refreshingly honest smile crossed over his sister's face.
"Come on in," she whispered.
Marc entered the room and closed the door quietly behind him. He studied his sister, especially the gentle peaks where her breasts lifted the sheets, and stood silent for a moment before presenting his simple terms.
"No games," he said.
Steffi cocked her head prettily to the side and whipped off the sheet – Marc gasped at the ever newly exciting sight of his sister's luscious body, now clad only in a pair of bikini panties.
"No games," she agreed, extending her arms in a most inviting welcome.
Marc sat gingerly on the edge of the bed. He looked at Steffi's body for several long moments, watching her shiver under his intense gaze. God, she was beautiful! Tenderly putting his hands on the insides of her soft thighs. Marc kissed his sister on her covered crotch. She sighed and reached out to press his head against her, but he quickly pulled away. He stood up and removed all his clothing, revealing only the scantiest hint of an incipient erection. So far, his love was overshadowing his lust. Studying his sister's body, he doubted that that would be the case for very long.
Sitting again on the edge of the bed, Marc carefully pulled off Steffi's panties. Her pelvis instinctively jerked forward as if she were offering herself to him fully, but Marc was determined to make this a most slow and beautiful experience. To Steffi's surprise, Marc turned his initial attention to her feet.
It was hard for Marc to believe that feet could turn him on, but Steffi's neatly turned ankles and perfect toes did just that. He began to play with her toes, running his fingers down between them in a way that obviously did not quite tickle. As she began to squirm, he licked the clean bottom of her foot. She jumped as though he had grabbed her by the crotch. Firmly massaging her ankles. Marc began to inch his way up Steffi's long slim legs.
He bit her calves tenderly now as his head slowly worked its way upward. She wriggled with expectation as he thoroughly licked the inside of her dimpled knees, his hair brushing against the flesh of her thighs. It was the thighs then that were covered with kisses, all around but not quite on her tempting bush. Marc moved his hands to her hips next, pressing his sister against him as he kissed and licked her lovely flat tummy. She moaned as she caressed his strong back muscles, kneading his shoulders in rhythm to his movement on her tummy. When he felt that she was thoroughly aroused – as indicated by her fretful moaning, deep breathing, and meaningful pelvic thrusts – Marc turned his attention to his sister's lovely breasts.
There was no question in Marc's mind but that Steffi had the most beautiful, perfect pair of knockers he had ever seen anywhere. Not large and floppy, they were rather gently upturned with nipples that seemed to naturally sit upright on the tip of each bird-like breast. He licked each of the breasts thoroughly all around the bright pink aureoles as Steffi moaned aloud and articulated her first clear words since the agreement not to play games.
"Suck my tits!" she cried. "Oh, please, suck my tits!"
Marc moved his head slowly down toward the adorable buds. Steffi watched, her body quivering with anticipation as Marc's obscenely extended tongue hovered an eighth of an inch above her erect nipple. When he was sure he had played the drama for all it was worth, Marc thrust downward and enclosed the aching tit in his mouth.
Immediately, the sweet red bud stiffened in Marc's mouth as he began to vehemently suck. Steffi reached under her breast to better direct her nipple into her brother's mouth, pushing her chest forward as if trying to choke him with her breast. He greedily licked and sucked, perfectly satisfied to accept whatever treats she wished to offer. When both tits were firm and erect, Steffi pushed Marc's head gently away.
"Let me do you," she whispered. Steffi repositioned herself so that her mouth hovered over Marc's erection just as he had hovered over her breast the moment before. Marc was glad to relinquish control now as Steffi licked her lips greedily as if anticipating a feast. Just as the suspense grew unbearable, she dropped her head to his lap, completely enclosing his cock in her wet, open mouth.
The initial shock of having his cock enclosed in damp clutching flesh was as exquisite as always. Marc put his hands to his sister's head as it to guide her in her thrilling up and down movements, but he soon realized that his guidance was unnecessary. Whether it was merely her skill as a cocksucker or her assimilation of Marc's lesson in lovemaking as a function of love, Steffi was performing perfectly, her mouth sucking his meat upward and pushing exquisitely downward at exactly the right times.
It seemed to Marc as if she must be able to read his mind as she sucked and licked at his tremendous phallus exactly the way he liked best. It occurred to him through his pleasure that there were styles of fellatio. A girl might enclose an organ in a tight but lubricated mouth and move very rapidly in up and down strokes until he came from the pure friction of it. Or she might move very slowly, allowing her hair to play over his upper groin as her gentle suction brings the man closer and closer to orgasm until he actually begins to spurt, at which time the girl purses her mouth but continues to draw it gently back and forth along the length of his shaft. Or she might be primarily a licker and a kisser, teasing his cock around its head, kissing it at its tenderest spots and lapping at it wetly until she sensed that her partner could take no more, then suddenly shoving it fully into her mouth as he explodes, joyously swallowing as she continues not only to lick at his glans but to gently draw the semen out by suction as well. When a woman was really good, she would combine these techniques. Marc wondered half-seriously if Steffi would want to co-author a book with him. A brother and sister's guide to cock-sucking. Steffi was that good.
Meanwhile, although his mind had been lost in such thoughts, his body had been quite busy reacting to his sister's amorous attentions. She removed her mouth for a moment in order to take a deep breath, and Marc made a mental note to include a chapter on breathing in the book. He looked at his organ. It seemed incredibly long and straight even to him, and for a moment he found himself worried about the traditional virgin's lament that he couldn't possibly fit that tremendous cock into her tiny hole. He chuckled aloud at the ridiculousness of the thought. Apparently, his laughter aroused his sister's interest.
"What's so funny?" she asked, sounding perhaps just a little hurt at the thought that some of her serious efforts were not being taken entirely seriously…
"I was just being silly," Marc answered, "imagining that you weren't big enough to take me in."
Steffi looked at his cock thoughtfully for a moment. Then she smiled, licked it deliciously along the length of the shaft, and kissed it tenderly on the head.
"Maybe you're right," she answered to Marc's considerable surprise. "I was kind of looking forward to sucking you off anyway." Her look changed to one of extreme seriousness. "There's something very nice about having you cream inside my mouth, you know. It's like swallowing your come is sort of more personal than taking it up the vagina."
Marc thought about her words for a few seconds. Maybe there was validity to what she was saying. He had been looking forward to creaming up her cunt, but if she preferred to take it in the mouth. No! There was an element of her own sexuality that she did not yet understand. He was determined to show it to her.
"No deal, baby sister," he said. "You may have been around, but there's a lot left for you to learn."
His sister sat up and brushed her long lovely hair out of her eyes. God, he couldn't believe how lovely she was. From her great big eyes to her perfect apple-breasts with their up-tilted pink nipples to her curly crotch, she was everything a woman should be. Marc thought of the many women he had known in his life and concluded with as much objectivity as he could muster that none had been all around as perfect as Steffi. There were women with great tits, great legs, great hips, and even great cunts, but none who contained all these elements in perfect proportion like Steffi did. There were women who spent hours making-up their faces and dressing themselves so as to accentuate their best features and play down their worse ones. Steffi did nothing of the kind. She was a natural beauty, and Marc was strangely proud to have her for a sister.
"Lie down," he commanded, surprised by the roughness of his own voice. It was a command which he had given and been given many times in the past, and always, no matter how much love or tenderness lay behind it, there was the sound of simple animal lust from somewhere in the back of the throat. Steffi obeyed without a moment's hesitation. He looked at the beautiful naked girl stretched out before him like a carnal banquet and sighed at her loveliness.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked in a little voice that seemed more appropriate to a little girl than to a fully sexually mature woman like Steffi. Marc thought about his answer for a moment before delivering it. This was no time for flowery sermons about brotherly love.
"I'm going to fuck you good and hard," he answered bluntly.
To Marc's amazement, Steffi actually seemed to blush at his statement of his intentions. He wondered how she was going to respond.
"Good," was all she said.
Steffi lay on her stomach, her ass pushed upward toward Michael and her legs spread wide so that Marc could look right into the damp redness of her pussy.
"Take me this way," the girl said.
Marc looked into the bright pinkness of the girl's cunt hole. He could easily see that it was already wet and ready by the way it glistened with cunt juice and sweat. He ran his index finger along the inner slippery surface from her clitoris to her anus. Steffi shuddered mightily. He did this a few more times, lingering a little longer at her asshole each time.
"Stick your finger up my ass, Marc," she hissed at him.
Marc explored her outer anal opening, gently at first and then with increasing firmness. When he was sure she was ready, he pushed his finger high up into the opening, remembering how brutally Michael had ass-fucked her in what now seemed to be an entirely different lifetime. He willed his finger now, pushing it up hard against the sensitive tissues, sensing how clean and remarkably un-disgusting the whole experience was. He grinned despite himself at the unintentional pun of "whole" experience.
Steffi, meanwhile, was being driven wild by her brother's well placed finger. She felt all warm and tight as she felt her beloved Marc pushing high and hard up into her body, an almost womb-like security at having her most primitive opening so skilfully stopped up and explored. The excitement was intense and delightful, and she began to imagine how good it would be to have his cock filling her hungry vagina.
"Up my cunt," she gasped. "Shove that thing up my cunt!"
Marc poked the girl's anus a few more times before withdrawing his finger. He could see that every muscle in her body was tense now, from her shapely legs to her slim hips to her tight female back and neck muscles. Marc was enough of a man of the world to recognize that it was the kind of tension that could only be relieved by a good firm fuck. He knew also that the girl was as ready as she was ever going to be in her life.
He positioned himself gently on top of her, the tip of his erect penis just touching the sensitive opening between her spread thighs. Steffi eagerly reached around under her own legs and took hold of his stiff cock, guiding it into her anxious hole. She placed it carefully at the mouth of the entrance to her passion hole and withdrew her hand. It was all up to him now.
Marc took a deep breath and plunged downward. An audible sigh of relief issued from Steffi's lips as Marc's cock disappeared to the hilt in her cunt. For a moment, Marc held himself perfectly still, allowing his sister's strong vaginal muscles to grasp and pull at his fully inserted organ, letting her thrill to the fullness of his strong cock as it stopped up her soggy cunt hole. When he was sure that she was satisfied with experiencing this fullness, he began to withdraw. He waited for a moment when he was almost out until Steffi looked at him questioningly. As soon as she did so, he plunged himself deeply into her again, exacting that same sigh of relief once again. Time after time, he withdrew almost completely before thrusting his swollen cock deep into the damp membranes of his sister's cunt. They were both breathing heavily now as Marc thrust in and out, in and out, the sensitive under-surface of his cock thrilling to the delicious friction created by the continual scraping of his erect penis against the girl's sticky tissues.
"Make circles," the girl groaned. "I want to feel it all around!"
Marc finished his down-stroke and began to follow the girl's instructions. Slowly at first, he began to trace large circles inside her cunt with his cock. Her muscles tensed even more now as he circled faster and faster, feeling her inner walls, swooping down almost to her anus, and reaching up most of the way to her clit. Marc watched Steffi's fists tighten as he continued to circle, round and round, faster and faster, harder and harder. The tension in his cock and balls was becoming unbearable when his concentration was suddenly shattered by the piercing sound of Steffi's scream.
"Come!" the girl was shouting. "Come inside me now!"
Marc decided that this was the best suggestion he had heard yet. He abandoned his circles now and began to rhythmically pound up and down inside the tight clutch of his sister's snug snatch. And then, all of a sudden, a most miraculous thing began to happen.
Suddenly, Marc was infused with a spirit of love the likes of which he had never felt before. He looked at Steffi and saw all the goodness, all the warmth, all the purity he had ever sought in a person. And he knew it was a non-possessive love. Not the love of an envious boy-friend, worried about fidelity and constantly plagued with self-doubt – rather, he was feeling the love of a brother, a love untarnished by notions of jealousy or ownership. He pushed deeply into Steffi, hoping not to secure his own sexual release so much as he longed to fill his beloved sister with his warmth, to share himself with her, to make her know that he loved her above all things on earth. And as he pounded against her, again and again, his flesh pushing ever harder and deeper into hers, an even more curious thing happened.
Marc was so absorbed in his pure un-lustful love for Steffi that he was losing his erection! He limply withdrew and sullenly rolled onto his side.
"What's the matter?" Steffi asked, obviously more concerned with his well-being than with her own carnal satisfaction.
Marc looked at her with great tenderness. He was sure she understood.
"I guess I love you too much," he said simply. Steffi looked puzzled for a moment. Then she smiled and kissed him tenderly on the lips.
"Well," she said, a hint of coyness in her voice, "I don't suppose we should let love interfere with sex."
Steffi got up from the bed. Marc's eyes followed her pretty form as it crossed the room in the direction of her handbag. He watched curiously as she rummaged about in the bag. Finally, she produced a small clear plastic bottle.
"Baby oil," she explained as she poured some of the thick fluid onto her hands, thoroughly coating them in the stuff. Re-capping the bottle, she replaced it in her handbag and returned to the bed.
"Relax," she said, gently lying Marc back. When he was reclining comfortably, she applied her oily hands to his semi-erect cock.
The feel of her oily hands sliding smoothly over his cock was like nothing Marc had ever felt before. If any comparison could be made, it would be that her hands felt like a vagina capable of practicing perfect control, smoothly covering the under-surface of his penis when that seemed best, or gently rubbing his tense balls when that seemed most appropriate. After a few moments of this perfect treatment, Marc's cock returned to its full glory, proud and fierce looking in its full firm erection.
"Now, dear brother," Steffi said, "show me that love you were talking about."
Marc looked down at his greasy erection and felt himself filling up with gratitude. He began to kiss Steffi all over, on her eyes, her mouth, her shell-like ears, her throat, the red tip of each tit, her firm tummy, her hairy cunt, and her warm creamy inner thighs. She squirmed and grasped Marc's member in her hand again, gently squeezing it from bottom to top, bottom to top, as if she were milking him. This time he knew he was going to have no more problems.
With Steffi lying on her back, Marc carefully lowered his body on top of hers, her breasts squashed nicely between them. He guided himself between her legs and thrust his hips forward. Immediately, his lubricated cock slid fully into the girl's slit. Marc began to move in and out of her clutching organ, feeling her vaginal muscles pulling him back in deeper every time he executed an out stroke. It was so tight and good.
Marc just closed his eyes and pounded his meaty cock into the girl as she pulled him urgently against her, nails digging eagerly into his back muscles. They were both sweating profusely now, but neither seemed to mind as their liquid passion mounted rapidly toward the inevitable climax. Marc felt his penis pounding, and he knew it had withstood all the friction it was going to withstand.
And then he began to climax. He could feel the tight muscles of his lower groin retracting as the tingling in his testicles sent their product shooting up through his penis. Through no conscious effort of his own, hot streams of come were shooting out of his cock and into his sister's body, filling her as she clutched ever more tightly, pumping him with her vaginal muscles as if determined not to miss a single drop of his orgasmic juices. He jerked into her, over and over again, a strange primitive animal growl emitting from the bottom of his throat. When he was all jerked-out, he lay on top of the girl, embracing her warmly in silence.
"Oh, Marc," she sighed. Marc looked at her face. There was a single lovely teardrop forming in the corner of her eye. "That was so beautiful."
Marc smiled more broadly than he could remember ever smiling before. He kissed his sister fiercely but lovingly on her parted lips. In a moment, he was asleep, dreaming dreams of limitless joy.
When Marc woke up, he sleepily reached out to pull his sister closer to him. Feeling nothing he opened his eyes and faced the truth. Steffi was gone.
Marc sprang up in bed. He looked around and realized that Steffi's meagre belongings were no longer scattered on the bedroom floor. Jumping out of bed, he searched the bedroom for a clue and found none. It was not until he found the note on the kitchen table that he understood what had happened.
"Dearest Marc," it began, "before I say anything else, let me say simply, thank you. Thank you for showing me that a man can be tender and still be a man. Thank you for showing me that a little girl's shattered romance doesn't mean the end of the world. And above all, thank you for showing me that a person can't go wrong giving herself fully to someone who loves her as dearly as you have proven yourself to love me."
"Marc, you know I'm not a writer, so I'm going to make this note short. As you realize by now, I have gone off in search of my own life. I know that I did that once before and that the results were disastrous, but there is an important difference this time. This time, I believe that there are other people like you. People who will care for me not for what they can get from me, but because I'm another human being. People who will care for me for what I am. For awakening me to this possibility, I thank you again."
"So, I guess it's good-bye for now. I'll be seeing you again sometime. I hope it will be soon, but I can't say for sure. One thing I can guarantee – the next time you see me, I won't be a little girl anymore."
"One last thing. Don't feel bad about what we did. It was right. God, Marc, believe me, it was so right."
"Your most loving and adoring sister, Steffi."
For a long moment, Marc did nothing but hold the letter in his hands. Finally, he folded it in quarters and, leaving it resting on the kitchen table, walked as if in a trance to the kitchen window. He thought fleetingly of the cruel and hard world into which his sister had voluntarily vanished. Silently, he wished her good luck and went to make a cup of coffee.