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Chapter 5 - Our honeymoon.
Our honeymoon...This is how I called the seventeen birthday's travel that Loz gained from Mother. Forty days through Europe to learn the language and culture. Poor Mother... without know she was the oficial sponsor of our incest...Well not entirely, but what I had believed that would sealed it. And what I had tried hard to avoid...Maybe she already knew it by this time. Mrs. Jenova is far too wise and observer to not notice something like this under her pretty nose. But I didn't feel it was wrong! And I don't feel it yet. Everything good that we had made for each other was together. Mother left us alone to deal with our problems. She never was at home or at our side when we needed her. So...We have to comfort each other. Comfort and love. And I love Loz and he loves me.
Our first time. It was so beautiful and poetic. We were on Paris. I will always love this city while I live just because of Loz. I was so nervous and frightened. I read books, science articles and magazines about what we would do there and chose our vacation's courses. I mapped places to visit, to shop, to dinner and launch. Humpf! Bullshit. The only thought in my mind it was the time that I would stay with Loz. Only us together and alone. Yes...I was hard working on the subject...have sex with Loz.
I was thirteen when I had my first kiss with Loz. I had kissed girls and boys before. Yes, I have been curious about sex since that I can remember, but nothing compared to Loz. The warmth, the connection, the need. Whole. I felt wholehearted at the first time in my life when he kissed me. After this, day in day out we just couldn't resist the urge to have hands on each other. Not just the hands...We learned at books, magazines and some porn movies a lot of naughty plays, but I couldn't help to realize the act itself. So I was not "totally virgin" and on my fifteen's I knew every little spot of Loz's body. Every inch of skin, muscles and bones I had tasted with my hands, my mouth and my body. Though not sex properly. Not penetration.
Our first tentative, fingertips on a glory afternoon in my room left my ass sore and I got scared to go far. Though I also got scared to think about Loz doing this with another person or worst, leaving me. Yes I was a very shaky person concerning Loz's true affection by this time. I'm not anymore. He gave me proofs enough of his love during all those years together. The truth was I didn't want to have sex. The fear was not just about physical pain.
I used to believe with vehemence while we were just "playing" with another, it wouldn't be something really wrong or bad. But if we had had sex our bonds would be crossed forever from brothers to lovers. And I was right. Though I'm not sorry. Loz is the best thing of my life. He is my life. So the day of our trip came. He was so happy. Not even cried during the farewell at the airport or when we arrived at a foreign country.
It was our fifteenth day traveling and we were on Paris. Mother really spent a money with us. The hotel room was amazing even for us, children used with luxury places. Our room was an apartment with a living and two connected bedrooms with private bathroom with bath tubes in each one. Loz got a blue room and I a yellow one. Everything was high classy and golden and stayed alone though the body guard and the guide joined a room aside of us.
We were weary, sweaty and covered with dusty from our sight seeing around the 's face was so innocent when he asked me to take a shower in that huge bathtub. After wash hair and body and play in that luxury bathroom we just stayed quiet inside the hot water full of bubble bath. Loz was leaned in the bathtub wall and I was leaned between his thighs. He started to pet my hair and gently kissed my neck. He carresed the side of my arms and slid those hands forward to my belly, drawing small circles with his finger tips. He knew how to get me in the mood...I tilted my head and kissed him. I felt his cock getting hard against my back, and I felt my own groin throbbing. I felt my hands caressing that strong and beauty body and with a pounded heart I knew it. That would be the night which our bounds would be crossed.
I didn't move from my spot but I lift just a little bit to rubb my ass against his so hard cock. I want him. Inside me.
" Yazoo...Are you sure?" He questioned me panting with lust and that parted mouth, surely expecting a negative answer.
" I want you Loz. I'm ready." I looked at his eyes, and after a low moan, Loz hold me closer to him.
"No. Not here princess. I want it to be perfect."
And I wanted the whole pleasure of belong to Loz. We shared a passionate but gentle kiss before he pulled out the bathtub. I felt safe on those arms. He carried me out of the bath in a bridal style.
Minutes later I was on the bed covered with the hotel's expensive bath oil with Loz stroking all over my erogenous spots. We kissed each other with a fierce that I didn't know we had. And his tongue around my skin, sucking and licking the bites that he made on my hips and nipples. Loz was so... I don't know how to describe...hunger and fidget at the same time. All my body was slippery with the bath oil and Loz had spent all the tubes available at both room to prevent any injurie for me. I was on my belly. Loz tugged me my legs to get me closer to him and I was so eager to make a show for him that I rolled out of the bed and fell down at the carpet. I laughed and Loz cried out a " Oh My God", hands at the head.
We laught today when we remember that scene. Loz was as nervous as I was. He was afraid to strecht me with his fingers as our previous time, to hurt me with his huge cock, to hurt me at any possible way. But I had assured him. I was so happy, I didn't care if I was going to hell or not. That was heaven. And it still was.
After Loz had calm down we started it again. I did. I gave him tongue kisses and hard bites at his nipples. I sucked his huge cock and teased him to no end. I knew he would be horny after a slow blow job; he loves a curly tongue on the tip, and my body so needy to be his. Loz awakened the wanton beast inside him. He spread my legs wide open and leaned between them. Our breath was short and heavy when I felt Loz's cock forcing my entrance. He was more than careful with me but the pain was helpless. Even well lubricated as I was, it hurt a lot. I felt like I was being torn in the middle when he sank all of his cock inside me. But at the same time the sensation of being filled by Loz was amazing. He had tears on his eyes when I looked at his beauty face.
Soon I felt better and we were able to start our dance. Oh good I shiver myself just to think about Loz's eyes and the rithym of his body in and out of mine. Perfectly tight, slick and hot. Loz shifted the position, handful at my buttocks and the change hit that spot inside me and I cried out with the pleasure. I 'd never imagined how good sex could be.
Surely, we came faster than we were expecting, but there was no problem. The next "days" we faked a flu and stayed at bed all the time. We bagged the classes and sights and we only went out of the room to dinner. Sometimes. I love french room service...Even healing materia they brought to me because I couldn't walk, my ass burned like fire. Though I couldn't stop to have Loz all over the bed, the carpet, the bathtube. We did in doggy style, butterfly, side by side, face to face, on top, even a stupid Kama Sutra book bought by Loz, sure. Stupid book cause I almost twisted my ankle. We changed too and I took Loz. Good but I rather like have Loz inside me and he didn't like it very much too.
One day the maiden was doing the room and she brought a basket full with body lotion. She was very polite and asked me if I would like to change it to massage oil. Sure! That's why I will love Paris forever...
Since very young I like the blended of pain and pleasure. I always ask " harder Loz" or " hurt me Loz ". Sometimes I not even need to ask. Loz knows when I need this kind of "attention".
Maybe it makes me feels less sinner and Loz less debauched. Pain, punishment and relief.
Unfortunately it became a habit and some years ago, before our honeymoon, I injured myself very dangerously. I stopped with this now. Loz made me promised him to do this just with him and thus now, only Loz are allowed to hurt me.
And only at our love games. But this another history and I will tell it later.