CHAPTER TWO

"Robin?" Paul said. "Are you all right?"

Robin opened her eyes and saw her brother standing next to the bed. She glanced down quickly and was relieved to note that she had pulled the bedspread over her nude body.

"I'm fine," she said, her voice shaken. "Why?"

"You kept saying, 'I want you, Paul.' I was worried."

God, he was handsome! she thought. She looked into his clear blue eyes and was glad she was lying down. Otherwise, her knees would have certainly buckled.

"I'm fine," she answered with a mutter.

"Well, I'm glad," he answered, giving her a strange look. "You sounded so… well, urgent."

Robin knew it was now or never. I'm going to suck your cock tonight, and even if you my no, somehow I'll do it anyway!

"If you're fine, I guess I'd better get back to bed," Paul said.

"No!" Robin said. "Don't go!"

He gave her a quizzical look. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked.

"I could be better," she said, sitting up. The sheet dropped, exposing her young, taut breasts. "Or, you could make it better!"

Paul was obviously stunned. He looked at his sister's tits as if mesmerized. He opened his mouth to speak, but only grunted.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he asked finally. "Cover yourself up!"

"Don't say no, Paul," Robin said quietly. "Please don't. I think it would kill me."

"Say no to what?" he stammered.

"I saw you and Gina this afternoon," Robin said in a way of explanation. "And I want it."

"You, what!" Paul said, flinching.

"I want your cock," Robin whispered. She closed her eyes, waiting for a slap in the face, or a brutal answer. "I want you, Paul," she added, almost smelling the silence in the room. "I need you."

"But you're my sister!" Paul said, sitting back on the bed. "I couldn't… I couldn't…"

"Then let me do it," Robin said, placing her palm against his crotch. "Please?"