SATYRICON

Laura sat on the couch, one leg up. Her brother sat on the rug, facing her, back to the fire. Laura had lit it. The room was like an oven. There were no windows open. Her downstairs neighbours had rock music on; the beat pounded and vibrated through the floor. Tony could feel it in his arse. He'd long since stopped complaining about the heat. He was drunk and sweating and something perverse in him that had always enjoyed Laura's maddies was enjoying this one now. His shirt was undone.

Laura stretched out a toe, sipping the nasty retsina, and trailed it up the slight folds of his belly. He caught her foot and pressed it between his legs, holding it there with both hands. But instead of pulling it away like she normally did, she let it lie there and smiled at him. He immediately grew hard and embarrassed at himself. He let her go, mumbling, "Sorry, I'm drunk."

She withdrew her leg and put it on the sofa, saying, "God, it's so hot in here" as if he hadn't done anything, and as if she hadn't been refusing solidly for the past hour to open the window. She lifted the hem of the long purple skirt and waved it to and fro. Tony could see the dark under her skirt. He slid off his shirt.

She slid the skirt up to her thighs and let the leg on the sofa drop to one side. She undid the lacing on the front of her dress. Her breasts seemed to ooze out between the strings; they seemed to bite her flesh. She loosened them some more.

Tony undid his belt and the top button of his trousers. "I'm sweating."

His sister said "Mm...." and undid the lacing some more. The front of her dress gaped open. She pushed her hands in, forcing the front of her dress down, and cupped her breasts, working her fingertips up to the nipples as if she was milking them. She had a tattoo on one of them. Tony remembered it; he'd been there when she'd got it. He'd wanted her to have his name on it, but she wouldn't; she'd put her then boyfriend's instead. She said, "I've got so much water on me. It's this weather."

He watched her massaging her breasts and slid a hand into his pants, saying boldly, "Me too."

He smiled at her nervously, pretending to be adjusting himself. But instead of shouting at him like she usually did when he got smutty, she smiled at him, watching him pull himself softly inside his pants.

"Least you can work yours off," she said.

He swallowed dryly. "So can you." His zip slid down a little. He kept his hand there, making what he was doing a little more obvious, heart racing.

"But I don't lose water." She smiled some more.

"Neither do I." He pushed his hand in deeper, the zip went a little farther down its course, then he said boldly, "And I'll bet you do."

She let her breasts go and lifted her skirt again. She had purple silky pants on. They had worked their way into the crevices of her body and stuck there with damp. "You'd think I wouldn't have any problem with water retention, the way I'm sweating. Look."

She put the dropped leg down on the floor and opened her legs, sliding down a little further to show him her sodden underwear. The flimsy purple material was pulled into her slit. Her quim hung out the sides. She looked almost like she was wearing no underwear, her cunt showing silky empurpled labia.

Her brother swallowed again and shoved deep into his pants, hungrily grabbing himself. His zip gave way under the assault and unfurled its sides. Now he was sticking out his pants, his fist tightly gripping himself. He licked his hard, dry lips. He grunted, beyond speech.

She pulled the fabric of her pants into her slit and began to tug it against herself.

He reached in with his other hand and pulled his balls out, desperate for her to see.

She licked her lip and pulled the fabric so tightly it disappeared inside and a deep pink lip uncurled itself from one side. She ran a nail over it.

He said, "Oh..."

She said, "Let's see who makes the most mess." She spread her legs wider.

He ground his balls on the floor, pushed forward, rocking on his hand.

She stretched a toe out as she had done earlier, letting go the tight rein on her pants and lifting the fabric to one side.

Her cunt unfurled before his eyes, completely hairless, fat, with pink lips and a swollen angry nub at its centre.

She licked her finger and circled it over her clit, delicately easing the skin back, making a little crown of it, spreading her legs obscenely wide. Her toes ran shiveringly up his balls to the root of his cock, she grabbed the little bud between her fingers and squeezed it softly. Sweat ran out of his hair. She used both hands to pull all the trimmings of her cunt back so that all he could see was her clitoris, madly swollen, painfully hard.

He said "Oh....no....Laura..." and he boiled whitely all over his slick and sweating hand.