When I got to the one of the shots after she took off her lingerie, I stopped. "Oh, my god!"

"What's the matter?"

"There it is! That is my cover!" Any notion of making it black and white vanished in that moment, because her hair looked incredible. I darkened the photo around the edges, to look more nighttime, and her hair stood out so amazingly, the nightgown so stark against her pale skin, it was perfect! "Some of these others will make good publicity shots, too."

When one came up, she shouted, "Not that one!"

"What's wrong with it?"

"Look at my butt! I can see crack!"

Sure enough. I zoomed in, and with the large images, her bum filled the computer screen larger than lifesize. "Well, what do you know? I wonder how that happened? The light must have been just perfect." A few more were the same, but in most, her body appeared little more than an outline under the gown, a shadowy suggestion.

"You are not using any which show my butt."

"Don't worry. Good as it may look, that isn't the mood I want for my book." I zoomed in close on one of the head shots during the second part of the shoot. "You've got good skin. No wrinkles, no zits. These won't need much editing at all."

When Consuela went to pour some wine for the viewing, I kept looking, and it became clear why the gauzy fabric did not show much. Nipples poked against the fabric in many of the shots, but when I got to the shots where she was crawling toward me, it became clear why they did not show up as enticing circles. After checking over my shoulder to make sure she was still out in the kitchen, I blew up another shot to life size, one with an unobstructed view of one hanging boob.

Enlarged this huge gave a clear view of the nipple, a bubblegum pink so light it actually was hard to make out where the areola began. My face was inches from the screen looking at a boob twice its actual size when I heard a noise in the hallway and closed the window fast as my fingers allowed. My heart thumped in my chest and I spun around a half second before she came into view.

"See any more good ones?"

"Several, in fact."

Handing me a glass of red wine, she said, "Show me some of those Ring shots."

Skipping over the crawling, flashing shots, I started with the ones when she disputed my opinion of her. "What did I tell you?"

"Not bad! I mean, you got my face pretty well, but where is the cleavage?" We went on a few more, and I stopped on one that emphasized her assets quite beautifully.

"See?"

"Okay, that isn't too bad. Still too small..."

"Nope! Not going to put up with that. Look at you—you look amazing and sexy!"

"Do you really think so?"

"Consuela, look at this photo! There is nothing wrong with anything in this picture."

"You did make my boobs look visible." Although she refused to admit it, she looked amazing. A few I clicked past quickly, realizing in the light and concentrating on her face or the pose, I missed a little exposed pink of a nipple slip. Then, we got to one shot. There was no disputing this one. "Oops, we have Elaine's Christmas card here. 'Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think I see a nipple.'"

"Oh, my god! Delete it!"

"No way!"

"You can see my whole boob!"

"You sure can."

"Stop looking at it! Delete it."

"Not for all the money in the world!"

She started reaching for the mouse, fighting me for it like we were 9 and 10 again, but she didn't have the strength or mass to get me away from it. When she finally gave up, she said, "What are you going to do with that?"

"Nothing. It's a good shot—maybe I will crop out your boob. Don't worry, I won't ever show it to anyone."

"Don't even think about it! Please, I'm begging you!"

"Nobody is going to see your boobs. I promise."

"You will see them."

"Well..."

"Are you planning to blackmail me with those, or do you like it?"

"The thought of blackmailing you never occurred to me. And I've got better blackmail material than an accidental downshirt photo."

I had her there. Like most siblings, we had plenty of actual blackmail material, even if much of it was now well past the statute of limitations. I thought she was never going to relent on the tit pic, but she gave up after seeing a few more where she looked great and her nipples were covered. After we finished looking at all of the photos, we walked over to Baby Does. Over their fantastic wings, she asked about the details of the story.

"I can e-mail you a copy on Word."

"Great, I want to read it, but I portrayed the vampire, and I want to hear the story from the author."

History tells that Sveta, the daughter of a powerful noble family, died of a mysterious illness. Not long after, several of her brothers and sisters took ill and died, each one claiming Sveta came to them in the night, sitting on them and somehow hurting them. The adults ignored stories of their nightmares until, one night, Sveta's mother had the same dream. They dug each of the kids up, all of them rotting as expected in their coffins—all except Sveta, who looked as beautiful as she had in life, only with longer hair than she had when she died two years before.

"That's where it goes all wrong."

"They staked her?"

"Back then, that is not how they killed vampires. Someone in Hollywood invented that method back in the 30s, because the method they used was too horrifying. And, if you want to know the rest, I am not spoiling it—you need to read the book."

"So, she really was a vampire?"

"Who knows? Modern science has an explanation—that they just died of disease that spread among the family—but the people who were there, who saw her, those who knew her and loved her—they all believed she was a vampire."

"How creepy it must have been for those kids, their dead sister showing up in the dead of night, waking them up by sitting on them, biting them."

"I know."

"What would you do?"

"If I found one of my children looking still alive after two years in her grave?"

"No, if one of your siblings came to you while you were asleep and bit you?"

"Yeah, that is hard to imagine."

"Didn't you figure that out for your story?"

"I changed it a bit. Instead of waking them up, I made it feel like a dream to them, so the reader wonders if they are having the nightmares their parents originally wrote it off as, or if they were being preyed upon by a vampire. What would you do?"

"If you'd shown up in my bed trying to bit me when we were kids, I'd have woken the whole neighborhood screaming bloody murder!"

"As a mother, can you imagine what it would take to convince you to desecrate the body of one of your children, to believe they were a vampire?"

"No, that's impossible to imagine." I asked how the kids were doing. "Great," she said, explaining about each one. The oldest was halfway through first grade, which seemed as impossible as believing a family member had become a vampire.

Building up the nerve, both of us getting liquored up by then, I asked, "Are you going to tell me what is going on with Chuck?"

"It's that obvious?"

"If you tattooed it across your forehead, it would not be any more obvious."

She dodged and danced, avoiding actually saying anything yet speaking volumes by not giving any details. The only thing I remember from her non-answer is when she said, "All I will say is, I don't want to waste another second of this weekend thinking about him, let alone talking about him. But whatever you imagine, it is probably true."

No matter how gracefully I tried, I could not get more out of her, despite a pretty significant volume of alcohol, and finally decided to obey her wishes and stop discussing it. Luckily, we stumbled home without incident. Again I offered her the bed, and again she refused. "I am your guest, and this is your home, and that is your bed. Your couch is pretty comfy, too."

Lying there, head-spinning drunk, I kept thinking of my sister's breasts. Eventually it obsessed me enough to make sleep impossible, so I opened up the laptop, found the photo she begged for me to delete, enlarged it to actual size and rubbed one out. They might only be A-cups, but Consuela's breasts were truly magnificent. I wanted to spank myself again, lying there in the dark, but dizzy as I was from half a bottle of wine and at least four pints of beer, sleep took me instead.

Not a deep sleep, though. Fitful. Shallow. It may have been fifteen minutes or two hours, but at some point, the bed shook more than the usual bedspins could account for. Enough to nearly wake me up. What did wake me was pain shooting out the side of my neck. The pain increased, snapping me to consciousness, and I became aware of hair tickling my face. "Ow!"

When I tried to move, I felt a weight on me, a person sitting on my butt. I sleep on my stomach, and woke that night with my right arm pinned under my chest, so I was trapped. It only took a second to realize the pain came from teeth biting the side of my neck.

"What the hell?"

Teeth clenched harder. It wasn't like she was biting my vein or even the muscle or sinew of my neck. Those teeth pinched my skin, which back then was tight, so she didn't get much purchase, but the more I struggled, the harder she bit as if holding on with her teeth for when I started bucking her.

"You're crazy," I yelled, hoping it was Consuela but, in the back of my mind, my brain just didn't accept it. A tongue flicked the pinched skin. And I thought the alcohol made my head spin earlier! Finally able to get both palms on the mattress allowed me to push off enough to roll over, and she rolled with me, landing behind me as I lay on my side, laughing. I hit the light before sitting up. "What's gotten into you?"

"Now you know."

"Know what? That you really are a vampire?"

"Now you know what you'd do if Sveta was your sister and she attacked you while you slept."

Something tickled my neck, so I reached up and looked at my fingers after touching where she bit me. "I'm bleeding."

By then, she was sitting beside me, also leaning against the backboard. "Well, you sure are." Apparently not yet satisfied with how much she had shocked me, in a flash he lips wrapped around the bite and began sucking.

"You are actually sucking my blood."

"Mm-hmm," he muttered, not interrupting her sucking. Again her tongue flicked my skin, licking the bleeding wound. This easily was the most fucked up moment of my life, and my entire body tingled, stimulated by the sensations a million times more intense than I would ever have guessed had anyone ever asked me.

Nothing in life prepares you for how to react when your sister bites your neck and sucks the blood from you. It was about then than I realized she was wearing the nightgown from the photoshoot. Damn! The only reaction I could think of was to slide down.

Consuela came with me. Lying there on my back, I let her suck my neck. Hell, admit it—you would, too. When I got my stiffy I honestly can't say, but about then I noticed it. Hell, most nights when I wake up I have one, so it had probably been there since shortly after jacking off looking at her titty, and now she's sucking my neck. She rolled over and caressed my chest with one hand. Her knee landed on my thigh.

"How does it taste?"

Head lifting up, she looked at me for a second, then answered, "Good. Surprisingly so."

Quickly licking her upper lip, she glanced down at my chest then dove right back for my neck.

"Is it still bleeding?"

Once again, her teeth bit into me, then I heard, "Mm-hmm."

This was getting really weird. My cock had long since petrified from wood to solid rock. I had no idea what to do or what the hell she was up to. Any other woman on the planet, sure. No question. Her? No fucking clue.

"Okay, that's enough blood." Firmly yet gently, I pushed her shoulders away.

"If you are thinking of asking me to suck something other than your neck, the answer is no."

"Jesus! I actually had not thought of asking you to suck anything, but now getting that thought out of my mind might be impossible."

"Well, banish the thought."

"Now I wonder how you might react." Without giving her a chance to ask questions, I dove at her neck. Squealing and with her chin pulled down protectively, she tried to fight me off, but there was no way she was stopping me. She was giggling like a kid, rolling around, trying to stop me, but I squeezed my face between her shoulder and cheek, snapping my teeth until they came down on flesh.

"Ow! Don't you dare!"

I bit the hell out of her neck. Not enough to draw blood, but hard enough for her to think it might. Hard enough to leave a mark.

Still squirming around, I leaned across to hold down her far shoulder and hooked one leg over her near leg. If she wanted to get away, she could have, but she was just putting on a show.

I started sucking her neck. Let my tongue lick the little bubble of skin sucked in. Her head turned to the side, giving me her neck. My lips moved up to her jawline and down to her shoulder, still pretending to suck her neck but both of us knew I was kissing her. Her neck was going to have teeth marks, I wasn't giving her a hickey, too.

Damn, she felt and tasted good.

Now she was moaning and lying still, and I was wondering if this was what she wanted in the first place. Maybe she wanted to cosplay a vampire, or wanted to play the victim. Or just maybe, she wanted me to grab her breast as much as I wanted to touch it.

I didn't exactly grab her tit. More accurately, laid a hand over it, cupping it loosely, since I expected her to knock my hand away or tell me to cut it out, maybe even freak out. If so, I'd have the accident excuse. Oops! Sorry. Then give it a few minutes before accidentally giving it another try. That way, at the very least, I'd cop two good feels before she ran screaming out of the room.

Blood surged through my veins the moment I cupped her boob, and the dizziness I'd felt since she woke me intensified. Her firm flesh felt amazing!

Literally counting the seconds, I expected her to give me a couples of seconds, enjoying it nearly as much as me before rational thought took over. Ten seconds passed. Fifteen. Her breast completely diverted my attention from sucking behind her ear. At thirty seconds, realizing the pointlessness of counting on, I decided the time had come to press my luck.

Rather than squeezing, hand flat, I began rubbing her boob in a circle. Slowly, softly, at first, but then she moaned, and my brain finally accepted that she was into it, too, and not just humoring me. It was small, true enough, but so damn perky and full, spreading out under the increasing pressure, the nipple stiffening against my palm and following the circle.

I kissed her ear. Consuela pressed one hand against my back. Our legs both moved tentatively, my knee now only an inch or two away from her crotch. If she picked that moment to get up, blow me a kiss from the door and crawl under the blanket on the couch, that would have been enough. The heat in the room felt like it was set at 100 degrees, and her body began tensing up under me.

She shoved me off her with more force than I expected that slender, petite body possessed. It had been more fun than I ever dared imagine, my big sister's body in my hands, under me, on top of me. "Sorry, I don't know what..."

Rudely interrupting my apology, she straddled me, her body across my stomach this time, hands pinning my shoulders to the bed, her hair falling over her face as she looked down at me, exactly as it had while vamping at the photoshoot. One eye glowed a blue flame in the light, the other completely hidden in shadows behind a lock of that long, crimson hair hanging down to the bottom of her breasts. Strangely, I wanted her to bite my neck again.

She bit the shit out of my neck. Pain almost made me shout or push her away, but the only weakness I wanted to show her was my inappropriate desire for her.

I took two handfulls of ass, and the fabric felt so thin. The way she sat on me sucking what must have been blood gushing from her teeth marks forced her to hunch forward, and as soon as I grabbed her ass cheeks, she started sliding until she bumped up against my cock. Instantly stopping, she raised up, ran fingers through her hair to pull it away from her face and just looked down at me. My hands froze in mid-squeeze.

The hair fell back over her face like a redheaded Samara. A warm trickle ran down my neck toward the pillow, but her tongue licked it before it got there and she started sucking again. This time, though, she let her body slid down over my cock until she was lying on top of me and my hard-on. Her teeth scraped my throat, threatening, and if she intended to chew out my windpipe, then I'd die a happy man.

Luckily for me, she just kissed all over my neck and I squeezed the hell out of her little ass. Round, tight as hell, muscles flexed with each movement, toned from chasing three kids under seven around her house, I guess. I pressed her against my aching cock, and that must have triggered it, because she kissed my face a few times before slamming her lips against mine.

At first, our tongues circled fast and furious, but slowed until they barely moved, though never quite stopping. My fingers tugged the long hem up, and as soon as it reached her hips, my hands caressed the bare skin on the backs of her thighs before grabbing bare ass.

That was all it took. I guess she figured there was no turning back, for she began kissing me so wildly it shocked me. I mean, we were going at it enough to forget about her amazing ass for a few minutes, and I wrapped my arms around her back. Knees gripped the outside of my legs, and her hips moved slightly against me, rubbing her sex against mine.

But that ass was too wonderful to forget about entirely. Before long, my hands were back up her nightdress and my fingernails dug into her crack as I squeezed that skinny, lovely tail like juicing an orange. I moved her against my rod, and soon she was moving on her own, sliding up and down it. Never in my life had I imagined my sister dry humping me, but there she was doing it while a trickle of blood dripped from where she'd chewed a divot in my neck.

It all felt so surreal, so dreamlike, but the reality of her flesh in my hand made me realize this was not my imagination, not some crazy dream. I needed to see her body, to touch the rest of her like I was groping her ass, but the bizarre fear that she might vanish if I tugged this nightgown over her head, leaving me lying there sweating and bleeding holding an empty nightgown alone in my bed awakened from the most lifelike yet fantastical dream of my life.

"Consuela, I..."

"Shhhhhh!" Her index finger pressed firmly against my lip warned me to shut up. Words were unnecessary, and might talk some sense into us and destroy the magic that was propelling us toward the cliff. The goddamn last thing I wanted was to stop before we both leapt off that cliff.

Better to regret what we did than to regret what we foolishly talked ourselves out of doing.

Two arms flew straight over her head as I tugged that nightdress off. It was a little bit of a shame, because it looked so hot on her, but one look at her nude body convinced me how stupid leaving it on her would have been.

So little fat covered her body that her ribs formed lines under the soft, round forms of her breasts. As she breathed quickly and deeply in and out, her abdominal muscles were visible, almost a six-pack, although not quite. For a moment, I allowed myself the luxury of admiring the perfection on top of me.

First, my eyes went to her tits, because they were perfect. If given the option of creating a woman out of clay, I'd probably have stuck C-cups on her—but the absolute perfection of hers made me realize how foolish a choice that was. More than anything, the lightness of her nipples made them barely visible. About the size of quarters, but the areolas blended in so well, it was hard to tell until I got very close. Her chest rose with each rapid breath.

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