Sisterfest Ch. 01 - Incest/Taboo -
Lara and her brother are invited to a very special party...
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This story has been cooking for a long time now, other writing projects got in the way, then a long spell in the ICU, so it got shoved on the back burner. Bonnie Hurd helped me knock it into shape, and OldKing Clancy is due a big hand for his work on making this readable and reasonably sane, so many big thanks to him!
As always, I remind readers that this is not the real world, it's only one of my myriad versions, so please take everything with an extra-large pinch of salt, and try and enjoy the ride!
I welcome all comments, good, bad, indifferent and insane, so if you liked it, please let me know, if you didn't, please tell me why, and if you want to make assertions about my parentage, my wife does that every day, I'm covered in protective rough surfaces, be my guest, because I only delete the truly nasty stuff if it's irrelevant, illegible, incomprehensible, or completely demented. Have fun!
Part 1: The Set-up
Lara was getting nowhere with Finn, and beginning to wonder if she ever would; everything she tried, every sexy outfit, every short skirt, every thrust of her bra-less breasts under her tight T-shirt, every flash of her almost non-existent panties was getting no reaction out of him; he just resolutely looked away, or frowned and flicked over the page of the book or magazine he was reading.
"It must be me..." she thought, "I'm not good enough for him, that has to be it, he obviously thinks I'm some kind of skank, there's no other explanation..."
This train of thought sent her to her room in tears, that her older brother, the most beautiful boy in the world, who lived in the room across the corridor from hers, who sat down to eat with her every day, and who unblinkingly watched her parade up and down in the most mind-boggling assortment of sexy, cutesy, or downright slutty outfits, didn't know she existed, or didn't think she was worth noticing, or didn't care, because he thought she was a slut.
Lara was in a bad way, her heart pining for Finn, tall, perfect, black-haired, blue-eyed Finn, with his classic, sculpted features and strong white teeth; elegant, cultured, kind, thoughtful, considerate Finn, the boy who liked everyone else in the entire world, but who couldn't spare a single glance for her.
Lara and Finn were both at university, Lara in her first year studying Materials Sciences at De Montfort, and Finn in his second year at Oxford Brookes, studying Mechanical Engineering, and they were both home now for the summer. Their family home was in Ledbury, Herefordshire, where they lived with their mother, their father having disappeared shortly before Lara's birth, and never heard from since; Lara of course had never met him, and Finn couldn't remember him, so his absence had never made a great deal of difference to their lives together as they grew up.
Because of the small difference in their ages, (Lara was almost 19, Finn had just had his 20th birthday), the siblings had grown up closer than other siblings with a wider age-gap, and most people thought they were twins anyway; they both had the same sleek, glossy black hair, striking, deep-blue eyes, and clear, pale skin, and at 5'8", Lara was only 4" shorter than Finn. She was a slender girl, but shapely and alluring, her110lbs perfectly distributed, with a slim 22" waist and flat, toned stomach, her flared hips setting off her round, juicy little bottom and perky, delectable 34B breasts perfectly. Finn, on the other hand, was 6' and 180 pounds; nearly 10 years of playing rugby, first for his school, now for his university team, had kept him in perfect condition, with the deep chest and solid stomach, wide shoulders and solid, tireless legs necessary to play his preferred position, Prop-Forward.
Finn glanced up as Lara made a hasty exit, breathing a sigh of relief as he adjusted his painfully constricted erection inside his jeans. Damn, he thought, didn't she know what she was doing to him? It was bad enough the tall girl with the long, black hair and the skin like alabaster was the loveliest thing he'd ever seen, she had to go and have a figure that could stop traffic, and dazzling blue eyes a man could drown in, and yet she seemed to be unaware of all that, parading around him in skimpy outfits like he was a wax dummy, unable to respond to the sexual attraction that rolled off her and battered him with wave after wave of mind-twisting lust for her.
"Why the fuck does she have to be my sister?" he mourned in the silence of his head, "It's not fair! If only she wasn't my little sister, Christ, I'd wear her out!"
Finn made his way to his room, his hand clutching himself lightly; after a day of Lara's presence tempting and taunting him, he was coming in for a case of Lover's Balls that would probably make medical history, and even frantically wanking like a safari park baboon wasn't going to completely relieve the ache in his balls; whatever relief he could give himself now was going to be short-lived; there was still the rest of the day to get through, then tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that, a whole summer of trying not to explode as his alluring sister paraded around all but naked, blithely ignoring him, making his life a living hell.
Once in his room, he studied himself in the mirror, sadly accepting that Lara would never, could never find someone like him in the least bit attractive; he'd seen the kind of boys who constantly buzzed around her, they all had that pallid, intense, fashionably lean and tousled look she so obviously preferred, and he knew he didn't stand a chance, not compared to them; who was he kidding, he was just her lumbering big brother, that was all she was ever going to see him as, and his fantasies about her were never going to come true, not in a million years.
Finn sighed, resolving yet again to stop thinking about her, she was his sister, everything he was thinking about her was wrong, and sick, and perverted, there were laws, and family reasons why it could never be. Even as he rationalised his reasons for avoiding and abhorring her, almost without conscious thought, his hand slipped into his shorts, and he began to squeeze and fist himself, fantasy images of Lara once again unreeling behind his eyes.
Lara thought Finn was the most perfect male specimen she'd ever seen; the sight of him lounging casually in a faded old sweatshirt and excitingly tight rugby shorts, his eyes flicking across the pages of a textbook or sports magazine, invariably set her pulse racing and her heart hammering; even scragged-up, with his hair tousled and a two-day shadow stubbling his perfect, chiselled jaw-line, he still looked to her like he'd just stepped out of the pages of GQ Magazine.
While her view of him may not have been entirely objective, plenty of her friends felt exactly the same way about him, and had already spent several fruitless years throwing themselves at him, subtly and blatantly. Finn had always refused to take the bait; he didn't know what he wanted, but he knew he didn't want any of the girls who made their interest in him obvious.
He was also honestly at a loss to understand why Lara's friends kept making passes at him; it said much about him that he never once considered himself attractive or good-looking, or even vaguely handsome, although there was a small army of girls who'd be prepared to argue that at some length; he just thought Lara's friends were teasing him, or setting him up for some stupid teenage prank.
All that aside, however, none of Lara's friends, or any of the other local girls, or fellow uni students, had ever held more than a passing interest for him; his tastes ran more to the tall, black-haired, blue-eyed type, and it was a long time before he could finally admit to himself that all his (short-lived) girlfriends and occasional one-night-stands and party pick-up's looked disturbingly like his little sister.
That was when his campaign to ignore her began to take shape; Finn was appalled that he could look at Lara and see not only his sister, but also a beautiful girl he'd fuck without a moment's hesitation, and the inner policeman we all carry around inside roared with outrage at that admission; so, he reasoned, if he couldn't have her, he needed to eliminate her from his thoughts, he needed to keep some distance between them, and the only way to do that was to deliberately not see her, to ignore her, to make sure she didn't give him the opportunity to capture her image and start him off down another road of sick fantasising about her.
Of course, living in the same house as her meant it was almost impossible to avoid seeing her, hence the almost constant low-level ache in his crotch.
Lara meanwhile had been moved to try increasingly more desperate ways to get him to even acknowledge her presence; not being privy to the turmoil she was causing in him, she reasoned that he was only going to notice her if she actually gave him something to notice; the skimpy outfits, and the parading around damned near naked, the flashing of her juicy, thong-clad peach of a bottom, these were all alien to her nature, something she'd never think of doing to capture any other boy.
But Finn was different; Finn was perfect, and she wanted him so badly it was like a red-hot stone sunk into the middle of her, a burning, heavy pain that wouldn't go away, that only he could make go away; but he only ever ignored her, and every day a little more despair crept in as every day he seemed less and less inclined to even notice her presence.
Her friends were well aware of her obsession with her brother; as previously noted, most of them felt the same way about him, but they were pragmatic enough to realise and recognise that Finn was entirely disinterested in them. One friend in particular, Haley Moore, Lara's friend since they were five years old, watched in distress as her best friend slowly pined away, unable to have the man she wanted, and unable find someone else.
Haley had a cousin who'd been in a similar situation, so called her up and had a long talk about what she'd done to remedy her own situation. What her cousin told her had shocked Haley deeply, but she also realised that her cousin's solution was the only way for her friend to get what she wanted, or move her on forever. Haley took some detailed instructions from her cousin, and made some calls, eventually setting up a meeting in a hotel in Ludlow, over the county line in Shropshire, conveniently far from Ledbury, with the people she hoped would be able to help her friend.
A few days after this meeting, Lara received a call inviting her to attend a weekend country-house party, a very special party, at an undisclosed location. There was only one condition; she had to bring her older brother, single attendance was absolutely not permitted. Lara was at first understandably reluctant to go to a mysterious location on an invitation that came out of the blue, but her ears pricked-up when the caller told her that she'd been invited to attend on the recommendation of her friend, and that attending the party could well resolve her problems with her brother.
That immediately decided her, and she agreed to convince her brother to attend with her, the caller ringing-off after telling her the instructions for what to wear, what to bring, and what would be expected of her, would arrive shortly.
Lara waited on tenterhooks until, finally, a package arrived for her; inside was a list of preparations she was to make, what would be expected of her as a condition of attending the party, and a rather opulent invitation, with one peculiar omission; no actual address was given, the invitation was completely anonymous, and couched in terms that provided no information other than that a party was being held, and that she and her brother were invited. Detailed travel arrangements were listed for the pair of them. Her insides quivered at the thought, but also with apprehension. The easy part was over; she'd made her opening gambit, setting her pieces in place, now came the hard part; how to manoeuvre Finn into place on the board and lure him into Checkmate. She had to get that next part exactly right, or it would be Game Over, period. Looking at the invitation, she noted she had a week to confirm their attendance, so the clock was ticking.
Finn was lying on his bed day-dreaming, running his favourite reel from the internal movie that played more or less constantly in his head; the subject Lara. The scene he came back to again and again was the one where she climbed onto his lap, kissed him wildly, and told him "Fuck everyone, fuck what they think, fuck the law; I want you inside me now, rip my knickers off, Finn, I need a good fuck, I want to suck your cock, I want you to lick and fuck my pussy 'til I scream, I want you to stretch my arsehole wide open with that big cock of yours, and I want you to stick your tongue in my arse and make me come, so what are you waiting for, come and do me, now!"
Almost of its own volition, his hand slid the waistband of his rugby shorts down and squeezed the erection that beat and pulsed there, slowly pumping his hand as he thought of the sexual gymnastics he wanted to be indulging in with his gorgeous sister. In his mind's eye, he watched her black-haired head bob as she sucked his throbbing cock, then shifting to her hair spread out across the pillow as he pounded his seven inches of thick meat into her holes, hearing the small mewing sounds and sighing groans she'd make into his mouth, her plum-red lips sealed to his as he jack-hammered her cunt and pile-drivered her arse making him even harder, driving him on and on. He was miles away, floating in a pleasure zone of his own imaginings, constantly revisiting his favourite fantasy fucks with Lara, editing and inter-cutting the well-remembered scenes into new and more exciting versions as she intruded more and deeper into his daydreams.
"Oh God, Lara, yes, like that, sissy, harder, oh yes, yes, do that!" he murmured, his hand pumping as the dream-Lara fisted his throbbing cock before slipping her plump, pouting lips over the end and taking him down her throat. The image brought him to the brink, and as he teetered there, the image of his cock slipping between her smooth round buttocks and ramming into her tight little anus suddenly filled his mind, the tight, pink little pucker stretching obscenely in a glistening ring around his girth as he slid himself into her.
"Ooooh God, Lara!" he groaned as he came, his cock giving a series of strong, muscular twitches as sperm boiled out of him to splash across his belly and chest in long splatters, pulse after pulse of spunk pooling and splashing as he ejaculated more than he'd ever done before at the thought of fucking Lara hard and spunking-up deep inside her tight arse.
As he subsided with a softly moaned "Lara...Oh God, Lara..." whispering in the room, Lara drew back from his door, her eyes wide at what she'd just seen. She was still a virgin, but she'd seen enough internet porn to know what happened when a man masturbated, and the amount of semen that normally seemed to be produced, and Finn had just blown out an enormous quantity, more than she had thought possible.
While she'd watched, wide-eyed in wonder at what he was doing, and pulsing inside with overjoyed shock as she realised he was thinking of her while he was doing it, and calling her by the pet name she'd had when they were young and still close, another part of her mind entirely was wondering what it would be like to suck that lovely meaty cock she'd just seen. She thrilled at the thought that she might soon get to hold that sculpted flesh, to savour the taste and texture of the spunk he'd pump into her mouth, and wondered whether she'd be able to swallow as much as he'd just pumped out.
The thought that she could finally be getting him to fuck her as well made her tingle with anticipation; Lara was a virgin, yes, but she'd already used various toys on herself in the privacy of her room at university, always with Finn in mind as she pleasured herself, but none of them compared to the wonderfully thick cock she'd just seen, and the thought of Finn shoving that fleshly delight in her for real, wherever he wanted, was definitely making her tingle and throb in all her special places!
She faded back from his door before he opened his eyes and spotted her, grinning happily to herself; he was already wanking over her, so perhaps convincing him to come with her was going to be easier than she'd feared; maybe, just maybe, Finn Elliot wasn't going to be such a tough nut to crack after all...
Finn had just finished dressing after taking a shower when there was a hesitant knock on his door.
"Come in!" he called, and immediately regretted it when Lara opened the door and peeked in.
"Finn, can I talk to you, please? It will only be a minute, I p-promise, I n-need your help!" she stammered nervously, fidgeting and speaking so softly he could barely hear her.
He nodded, perhaps more curtly than he intended, regretting it immediately as he saw the look of apprehension flit across her face. His chest tightened as she stepped into his room wearing a tee-shirt with no bra underneath, to judge by the two points poking up the front of the tee, and tight shorts that made her slender, fabulous legs look like they went on forever. Finn could barely speak through his suddenly dry throat.
"W-what's the problem, Lara? Sit down, I won't bite, you know!" he said, trying a little humour, and cursing himself for such a clumsy, lumbering attempt at wit.
Lara smiled fleetingly, and to Finn it was like the sun had come up in his room, just that brief flicker was enough to ramp all his emotions up another notch. Lara sat down on the end of his bed, one leg folded under her, seemingly not noticing they way Finn's eyes were almost glued to the creamy, supple thigh now so prominently displayed.
"Finny, I need your help; I have to go to this party next weekend, I promised, it's a weekend house party, and I can't get out of it. There's a boy going to be there, he's been...pestering me at uni, and I heard he's told all his friends he's going to fuck me if he has to tie me down to do it, apparently he's decided I'm a prick-tease and he's going to teach me a lesson!"
Lara inwardly congratulated herself on slipping-in his own pet name, the one she'd given him when she was small, knowing the associations it would trigger inside him, and make him feel protective toward her.
Finn swelled with anger at the thought of anyone forcing themselves on his Lara; even if he didn't feel the way he did about her, he'd have been outraged; this was his little sister! With an effort, he forced himself to calm down and wait for whatever else she wanted to tell him. Her using his pet name from when she was small didn't help, either; it just made her all the more adorable, and he was having enough trouble focussing on her as it was.
"Go on, Sissy, I'm listening. How can I help you? Do you want me to grab this prick and rip his scalp off? I will, if that's what it takes to teach him no means no!"
Lara looked at him so piteously, so helplessly, all his feelings for her reared-up and bit him in the heart; if she'd asked him right there and then to shove a bunny-tail up his backside and hop naked down the High Street, he'd have done it.
"Finny, I want you to come with me; I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend! With you there, I know that creep will keep his distance! Please say you'll do it, you're so big and muscular and just...just so big, all his little wanker friends will get the message as well and just back off. Please say you'll help me, please, Finny!"
The little break in her voice at the end of her speech was inspired, she had to admit; his slitted eyes and and firm-set jaw, the muscles jumping as he fought to contain his anger at her "plight", made her heart overflow with love (and lust!) for him; oh my God, he looked ready to fight dragons for her!
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Finn was speechless; he'd never have expected a request like that from Lara; she hardly ever spoke to him, she didn't even seem to know he was there half the time, but now, now she was asking him to spend the weekend with her, away from home, posing as her boyfriend; it was almost like part of his fantasy was coming true.
"Finny...Finn, are you okay? Finn, please say something!" she almost sobbed, playing the "distressed sister" to the hilt, snapping him out of his haze.
"Of course I will, sissy, if this bloke's bothering you, you're going to need me there. I'd love to come with you and be the big scary boyfriend! One thing though; you look just like me, how am I going to pass for your boyfriend when we look like twins?"
Lara grinned at the question, the answer already prepared beforehand.
"Finny, that creep only ever presses himself up against my bum or tries to grope my tits! I don't think he's even going to notice the resemblance, he'll be too busy concentrating on how to get my pants off!"
Finn smiled at her, Lara's heart almost missing a beat at the sight.
"Okay, big brother or boyfriend, I'll be one or the other; either way, I'll rip his arm off and shove it up his arse if he steps out of line. I'm in, Sissy!"
Lara jumped up and flung her arms around him, hugging him tightly.
"Oh Finny, thank you, thank you, I know you must have had plans, but I'll make it up to you somehow, I promise!"
Finn gently disengaged her; her perfume was a light, subtle, spicy scent with overtones of bitter orange, and her hair smelled like passion-fruit, and the two of them combined, together with her warmth and nearness, was seriously turning him on; he was getting an erection, and the last thing he wanted was for her to be feeling that pressing into her stomach as she hugged him for the first time in what felt like forever.
"Just let me know the address and I'll ask mum if I can borrow the car..." he began, but Lara cut him short.
"It's okay, Finn, they're sending a car, all you have to bring is a couple of changes of clothes and your dinner suit, it's evening informal, so black-tie, you do know how to tie a real one, don't you? Please don't wear that horrible elasticated thing!"
Finn grinned ruefully.
"Once upon a time; now, who knows? I'll get granddad's old black tie and practice so I don't disgrace you!"
Lara smiled at him, a quick, sunny smile that made his cock jump, and almost skipped out of his room.
Phase 1 completed, she exulted as she made for her room, then the reality of what she'd just done hit her. Her eyes filled as she realised how she'd manipulated him, using emotional blackmail to get him to do what she wanted. The guilt rose up as she thought of the anger and protectiveness she'd seen in his eyes when she spun her story, and she very nearly turned around and rushed back to confess the lie to him, to apologise for using his feelings for her to get her own way, and for trapping him in a situation he may never have wanted, only fantasised about.
Lara crept back to her room, guilt and apprehension now warring inside her, with a healthy dose of lust as well, that scene earlier playing again in her mind, Finn masturbating and calling her name as he came so copiously...
Lara debated with herself whether or not to call the whole thing off, after seeing Finn's reaction to her pack of lies; he'd looked so gorgeous being protective and big-brotherly, his blue eyes flashing like sapphires, and part of her wanted to slink into his room, slip into bed with him, and give him a resounding "thank you" for being so caring and protective, but the thought that she may blow it all just when she was so close to getting him in just that position pulled her up short; no, she decided, she'd have to let him cook slowly for the next few days; waiting until the following weekend definitely seemed like a better bet. He'd bought the lie, and whatever happened at the party should make him realise just how serious she was about him.
Lara waited on tenterhooks for the rest of the week, and the whole of the following week, and while she waited, her plans for what she was going to do with Finn warred with the guilt for having deceived and lied to him; such a big lie too, considering what the weekend was going to be about, until, by the time the following Friday rolled around, she was in a state of high anxiety bordering on hysteria.
She'd tried to blunt the edge of it by serially teasing him, walking around day after day wearing just a t-shirt and minuscule panties, invariably having to reach-up to get something off a shelf while in his presence, and hearing the muted indrawn breath, grinning to herself as she turned to see him with his nose buried deep in his book, but a tell-tale bulge visible in the front of his jeans or shorts. It didn't seem to be working, though; inevitably, the more she teased him, the more she wanted him.
Part 2:Sisterfest: The First Day.
When the day of the party rolled around, Lara spent most of the morning trying to look hot but modest, chic but not a fashion-victim, trying one hair style after another, and it was only the sight of Finn in a pale pink Pierre Cardin shirt with the discreet logo on the cuff, and casually elegant Ted Baker slacks, instead of his habitual Oxford University sweatshirt and deliciously tight rugby shorts, that finally calmed her, as she drank in just how delectable he looked. Lara shivered with excitement tinged with apprehension; tonight was the night, and if all went to plan, he was going to find out what he really meant to her.
Finn noticed her excited state, as well as the simple shift dress she'd chosen to wear to travel down to wherever this party was going to be, also noting that no matter how nondescript the dress was, it couldn't disguise just how alluring her tight body was, or detract from just how stunning she was with her huge blue eyes, her beautiful, serene face, her delicate rosebud lips, and the mane of long, glossy black hair that swung in a graceful bell with every movement of her head.
"What's the matter, Lara, you seem a little, I dunno, tense, is something wrong?" he asked, reassured only slightly by her hesitant smile.
"It's nothing, Finn, it's just I've never been to one of these weekend house-parties before, and I want to make a good impression!" she smiled nervously, disguising as best she could the real reason for her nervousness. Luckily Finn took her words at face value.
"Don't worry too much, sis, if your friend invited you she obviously feels you'll fit right in; believe me, Sissy, looking like you do, you couldn't make a bad impression if you tried!"
Lara beamed at that, while Finn reddened as he replayed what he'd just said, but as far as he could tell, Lara took it as a genuine compliment, obviously reading nothing more into it, and after only a few awkward seconds he managed to get his breathing back under control.
Before things got any more awkward, the doorbell announced that their car had arrived, and Lara answered the door while Finn carried their weekend bags out. The driver bowed them into the back seat of a large, old-fashioned black limousine-type car, although Finn wasn't able to immediately identify the make or model, and stowed their bags in the boot before climbing in. As he started the car, the privacy screen rose, cutting them off from the driver, and also preventing them seeing where they were going through the windscreen, and, as all the windows were heavily tinted to almost completely opaque, all they could see was just blurred impressions of streets and houses passing them by as the car prowled along almost silently. Fin was inclined to be alarmed at first, as they were effectively trapped in a blacked-out mobile cell, after all, but Lara didn't seem too worried, and eventually Finn took his cue from her, settling back into his seat and letting the muted hum of the car lull him.
Lara had discovered a buffet cabinet in the passenger compartment, with sandwiches and cold drinks in an ice bucket, and so they shared an impromptu picnic while they sped toward their unknown location. At first they talked about what the party would be like, speculated on where exactly they were going, Lara allaying Finn's suspicions by spinning a yarn about how her friend was a devotee of 'Murder Mystery' weekends, and that was probably what this whole cloak and dagger business with the blacked-out limo was about. She couldn't tell if he was completely convinced, but he seemed to relax and after they'd lunched, she leaned against him while they both dozed.
The car slowing woke them both, and Finn checked his watch; almost three hours had passed, so they'd come a considerable distance from Ledbury, although for all they knew that could have just taken a wide, looping trip around Herefordshire and be 500 yards from their front door. The car seemed to pass through some doors into an enclosed area of some sort, and as it came to a halt, the door was opened by a large man in a black suit, white shirt, and black tie, wearing dark glasses and a forbidding expression.
As Finn gave Lara his hand to help her out of the car, he caught a glimpse of the outside before the doors the car had come through closed with a hollow thudding noise, but what he'd glimpsed was unrevealing, just a line of trees and a strip of blue sky above, so still no real clues as to where they actually were.
The driver passed them, carrying their bags, and the man who'd opened the door indicated that they should follow him. They walked through the corridors of what was obviously a very large, exquisitely decorated, and very elegant country house, red plush, Regency-stripe wallpaper and ornate, beautiful, and obviously antique and very valuable wall-clocks very much in evidence, as well as highly decorated plaster ceilings with Regency-style dental mouldings, intricate ceiling roses, and elegant cornices and dado rails, all very much in the style of John Nash.
Lara and Finn walked in silence, drawing closer together, slightly intimidated by the opulent decor and the sheer size and extent of the building, and when Lara finally slipped her hand into his, Finn didn't object; in fact, he was feeling the need for a little human contact himself, here in this grandly intimidating warren.
The man led them along a bewildering series of corridors, and up and down short flights of stairs, to eventually arrive at a pair of immense mahogany doors. The man opened the door and indicated they go through, to join the group of people already assembled there. As they walked through into the room, the doors closed behind them with a soft click. Finn looked at Lara, but she didn't look in the least apprehensive about the whole manner of their arrival here, so he relaxed, studying the other people around them.
There were 15 or 16 couples, none of whom seemed to be much older than him. Finn was relieved; at least it was a young crowd, no older fuddy-duddies, although none of them seemed the type to be enthusiastic about spending a weekend solving 'The Murder At The Vicarage', or playing at being super-sleuths.
There was a table with bottles of sparkling water and soft drinks in ice buckets, and Finn was just pouring a glass of Pellegrino for Lara when the double-doors at the other end of the long room opened and three people came in. Immediately all talk ceased as everyone focussed on the new arrivals. They were in their early to mid-twenties, two girls and a young man, all three of them grey-eyed and chestnut-haired, with a strong familial resemblance. They had warm, welcoming smiles, and Finn assumed these were their hosts for the weekend, although they looked a little young to be the owners of such a grand and opulent house. One of the girls, who looked to be the older of the two, smiled as her gaze swept the room.
"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, thank you for attending our little gathering, it's good to see so many of you here; we shall strive to make your weekend a memorable one!"
The way she emphasised the word 'memorable' caught Finn's attention, as though it had special connotations for this particular gathering. He listened as the girl continued.
"You may be wondering why you are here, but by the end of the weekend, all your questions will have been more than satisfactorily answered, of that you can be certain! My name is Sylvie, and this is my younger sister, Robyn, and my older brother Evan; we are your hosts for the weekend, welcome to our home!"
She smiled again, and Finn was taken by just how beautiful she really was, clear-skinned, bright, gold-shot chestnut hair hanging almost to her waist, dove grey eyes, tall and willowy. She had a tight and alluring figure under her rather daring skin-tight white satin jumpsuit, the plunging neckline split almost to where her pubic hair would be visible, and split from ankle to hip on both legs, allowing her long slender legs to be fully on display. But he also realised one thing; she was beautiful, yes, but Lara was gorgeous; even dressed in a simple one-piece shift-dress, she outshone the two beautiful brunettes, or any other girl in the room, there was no question in his mind about that.
While Sylvie was talking, Robyn had been quietly circulating through the crowd, whispering to each of the girls in turn, who nodded and left her partner to go and stand with the others near the double doors the trio had entered through. Robyn approached Lara, and whispered something in her ear, Finn didn't catch any of it, but Lara smiled and patted him on the arm, smiled brightly at him, and left his side to join the rest of the girls thronging around the double doors.
When all the girls were collected together, Sylvie smiled again and addressed the group of young men left.
"Gentlemen, as you've no doubt been made aware, this is a special weekend, and the ladies have made a special effort as regards their...attire for the festivities to come, so if you will excuse them, they will have to leave for a short while, to get ready to look their best for you. Please, there are refreshments, I invite you to help yourselves, we won't be gone long. Until later, gentlemen!"
With that, the doors swung open, and all the girls filed out behind Robyn, Lara giving Finn a bright smile over her shoulder before disappearing through the door, and Evan and Sylvie bringing up the rear, with the doors clicking shut behind them.
'Okay, so that wasn't odd!' thought Finn, puzzled at the need for the girls to leave en-masse like that, and feeling a vague disquiet about this whole affair. Lara hadn't once mentioned this bloke she said she was afraid of, in fact she'd rather hurriedly changed the subject when he'd tried to bring it up, visions of cornering the guy and having a big-brotherly chat with him, perhaps giving him a couple of discreet thumps to teach him some manners playing in his head for a few seconds, but Lara had seemed reluctant to talk about it, almost evasive now that they were actually here. Something was funny here, but funny peculiar, not funny ha-ha, and he was definitely feeling out of his depth, confined in a room with a bunch of strangers, in a place God only knew how far from home, with no way to get back there; yep, he was definitely feeling on-edge and off-balance right now.
He poured himself a glass of sparkling water and considered his options; he could leave, but not without Lara, and God knew where she was in this warren right now, or he could stay, wait and see if this whole build-up was part of the 'Mystery' they were supposed to solve this weekend, and try and enjoy the mystery as it unreeled. He decided to wait and see; Lara had seemed chipper, unworried, almost smug when she'd disappeared from view, so Finn decided to let the evening bring whatever it did; if things happened he wasn't happy with, then he'd take steps, but until then, he'd hold his peace.
Time dragged on, and Finn, feeling the pangs of hunger, dug into the sandwiches and canapes provided, managing to have a decent snack while waiting for something, anything to happen. There was precious little conversation; nearly everyone else there seemed to be as uneasy as him, and from the few remarks he overheard, he realised that an inordinate number of the guys there were there with their younger sisters, just like he was, which led him to wonder just what the hell was really going on here.
Just as the tension had risen to almost unbearable levels, the double doors swung back, and Sylvie and Robyn strode through; but what a difference now! Sylvie was dressed in a clinging, red micro-dress, her hair swept over her shoulder, and teetering red stilettos. Robyn was dressed in almost the same outfit, but her dress was a glossy black, almost like PVC or latex, with her long hair caught in a pony-tail tied with a silver band. All eyes were suddenly on the two stunning girls, and when she was sure she had everyone's undivided attention, Sylvie smiled and stepped forward.
"Gentlemen, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long, you know how it is, sometimes it takes a little extra effort to make that bigger bang! The ladies are waiting to show you their chosen attire for the evening, so, if you please...the ladies!"
On cue, the girls filed back into the room, but what a change; gone were the simple dresses and casual combinations, now they were dressed to thrill, to entice, to attract and distract, and it was working, judging by the sudden in-drawn breaths and open mouths!
None of them were wearing dresses; in fact, most of them were wearing almost nothing, instead bikinis, bustieres, teddies, and corsets were much in evidence. Finn's mouth fell open as Lara strutted towards him wearing the tiniest black panties he'd ever seen and a brief matching bustiere, to stand in front of him, hands on hips, posing in killer heels and lacy black hold-up stockings.
"This is for you, Finny, do you like it?" she whispered, her nipples clearly visible through the sheer material of the bustiere. She stretched her arms above her head and slowly turned, displaying her perfect bottom, the thin, clinging material of her panties disappearing into the cleft between her buttocks.
Finn stared in lustful astonishment, aware only of her, and the erotic image she portrayed as she posed for him, until the need in his own crotch brought him back to reality. A furnace was now burning below his waist, and he was aware that Lara could see his excitement, but this time he wasn't ashamed for her to see, to know what he was feeling in her presence. Judging from the low-voiced cries and comments coming from the other men in the room, they were feeling the same thing, as the girls, a galaxy of loveliness, strutted and posed in front of them.
Sylvie spoke again, cutting across the murmurs and giggles now audible in the room.
"Gentlemen, I know you were wondering why you were brought here, to my home, to enjoy this weekend. Each of you was invited at the request of your younger sister, for one reason only; she wanted you to come here, because only here, this weekend, could she tell you what she felt for you, and do the one thing she's always wanted to do with you. Gentlemen, you are here because your sister wants to fuck you, she wants you to fuck her, and here, in this place, you can do that, with no judgement, no recriminations, no consequences; you are safe here to indulge any fantasies your sister wants to explore with you, to do those things with her she's longed for you to do."
She paused to let that sink in, waiting until the murmured comments and exclamations died away before continuing.
"Gentlemen, if you don't want to do that, if you feel that this is something you can't do, you are of course at liberty to leave, now; this isn't a prison, and you are not captives, but if you do leave, I must tell you; you will never be invited to return. I would ask that if you do leave, you never mention this meeting, but I know human nature; however, consider this; you arrived here in blacked-out cars, and you will leave the same way, in order that we protect our location; this is a GPS dead-spot, so your cell-phone GPS apps won't work here, so really, you can tell anyone you like, anything you like, and it won't make any difference. Why? Because these things don't happen, and almost no-one will believe you..."
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Sylvie looked behind her, and smiled at Robyn, who stepped next to her and slid her arm around her waist. Evan appeared from nowhere, and both girls split apart to allow him to step between them, his arms sliding around their waists. He grinned at the group of stunned young men and preening, scantily-clad girls as he spoke.
"Gentlemen, this is a place of sexual experimentation as well as a place for you to explore the needs of your sisters, and enjoy her favours, or anyone else's, for that matter. There are no rules, nothing is forbidden except the following; there are no names, no-one will exchange details, telephone numbers, email addresses, anything like that; other than your sibling, no-one here knows you, and it must remain that way; you are anonymous for a reason, and must protect that anonymity, just as it will protect you. The cardinal rule, however, is: if a girl says no, she means no, and there is no negotiation or alteration possible on that point."
He paused, again waiting for the susurration of whispered comment in the room to die down.
"Each of the ladies has been given a bracelet, only Sylvie, Robyn, and I have keys for them, and on that bracelet is a panic button; pressing it will cause the male with her to be removed from here and this group immediately and permanently. The bracelets cannot be removed, any tampering with them will send an alarm to Sylvie, Robyn, or me, and our security staff will deal with the matter accordingly. Remember, gentlemen, no-one gets hurt, ever. You have each been assigned a room, what you do in there is entirely up to you, provided the rules I just mentioned are adhered to; otherwise, have fun, be gentle, and remember, your sister brought you here because of how she feels about you, so please honour and respect the step she's taken, and be sure you thank her appropriately!"
While Evan spoke, his hands had disappeared from around his two sisters' waists, and now, the two girls turned to him and kissed him deeply, before kissing each other deeply, soulfully, their lips and tongues working, and Finn couldn't help but see, like everyone else in the room, that his hands were underneath their dresses, that they had no panties on, and that Evan was running his fingers over their glistening slits, between the cheeks of their bottoms, and rubbing slowly over their pink little anuses as they kissed and tongued each other. Sylvie and Robyn broke their kiss to smile slyly at the assembled brothers and sisters. Robyn now spoke, her face flushed as Evan's hand continued to work between her legs.
"This house is shielded from using mobile telephones, but even so, we still can't allow their use here, especially if the handset is GPS-enabled, just in case, so each of your sisters has a bag with your names on it. Please take off all watches and personal jewellery, and put it in the bag, along with your telephone handset, and leave the bag on the table by the door; it will be sealed and locked in the strong-room by myself and one of our security team, and returned to you before you go. There is no time here, ladies and gentlemen, and for the duration of your stay, you will live in a perpetual 'now'; all the windows have sealed shutters, so you won't know if it's day or night, all you will know will be the time you spend exploring, understanding and loving the one who loved you enough to bring you here. Please feel free to indulge your every whim, to experiment, to try new things with new people if that's what you want to do; as my brother has said, nothing is forbidden except that no-one be forced or harmed. There are several fully-stocked pantries, the ladies all know where they are, please, eat and drink whatever you please, whenever you please, it's here for you to enjoy as the mood takes you. There will be several banquets and buffets during your stay here, you will be alerted thirty minutes before one is due to start, whether or not you choose to attend is entirely up to you. There is no alcohol allowed here, for obvious reasons, but we have a wide range of soft-drinks, fruit juices, and boutique bottled waters from around the world, please, help yourselves."
She stopped speaking to catch her breath; obviously, whatever Evan was doing was catching-up with her.
"The first banquet and mixer is tonight, the bell will sound thirty minutes beforehand, everyone is requested to attend, but there are no rules; what happens at the banquet and mixer is entirely up to you, all of you, but I think I can promise you a festive night you might just remember for the rest of your lives! Until then, your time is your own, I urge you to take it and use it to get properly acquainted!"
Robyn smiled, accepting a kiss from both Sylvie and Evan, then turned back the assembled group.
"We are believers in true hedonism, in living a life of joy and sexual experimentation, with none of society's rules to hinder and hamper us, and we take a great delight in living a sybaritic lifestyle to the best of our capabilities; for this weekend, we welcome you to join us as we share our lifestyle with you. Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Sisterfest!"
Finn had been listening with only half an ear; his attention had been fixed on his ravishing sister, and the sight of her wearing lingerie he'd only ever imagined her wearing in his most fevered fantasies. Lara had somehow moved into the circle of his arms, and now he was aware that his need for her had concentrated itself in his groin, in his straining erection, and Lara was pushed right up against it, the cleft in her bottom the perfect place to hold and cuddle his raging hardness.
As soon as Robyn finished speaking, Lara turned and smiled at him, then stood on tiptoes and kissed him lightly on the lips.
"I love you, Finny, and I'm sorry I lied to you to bring you here, I've wanted you for so long, and I didn't know how else to get you here, are you mad at me?"
Finn took her by the shoulders and looked deeply into her eyes, seeing only the truth, and smiled reassuringly.
"I can never be mad at you, Sissy, you know that! But..."
"Lara's eyes widened, apprehension apparent in every line of her.
"But what, Finny, what were you going to say? Finny, tell me!"
Finn swallowed a sudden lump in his throat, still not really believing what he'd just heard.
"Why me, Sissy, of all people? I know what kind of boys you like, I see them all the time, they never leave you alone, I'm not like them, look at me, I'm just me..."
Her eyes filled as she reached up to stroke his face, the look of hurt puzzlement on his face tearing at her heart.
"Yes, you are you, and you're all I want Finny, you're all I've ever wanted; me and every other girl in Ledbury! I don't want any of those skinny fashion victims, I want you, I always have! This is no joke, Finny, it's not a setup, it's real, it's you and me, and I'm telling you now, I want you, and only you! Is that clear enough?"
Finn looked searchingly into her eyes, looking for any hint she was lying, that this wasn't some elaborate, cruel prank, but saw only the truth. He smiled, and reached out to wipe her eyes.
"Loud and clear, Sissy!"
Lara pulled him down to once again brush her lips against his, then stepped back, once again posing for him, blushing happily as he looked her up and down appreciatively.
"It's all for you, Finny, and anything else you want, I told you, I love you!" she whispered, reaching up to brush her fingertips across his cheek and lightly caress his lips. Finn reached for her, pulling her closer by her hips, unable to stop himself gently kneading the soft flesh padding her hips as he did so, Lara smiling as she draped her arms around his neck.
"Am I allowed to kiss you, Sissy?" he grinned, and Lara responded by grinding herself lightly against him as she licked his lips.
"You're allowed to do anything you want to me, Finny, that's why you're here! Kissing is a good start, but there are so many other things we can do, back in our room; shall we go there?"
Finn nodded, uncomfortably aware of the throbbing bulge in his slacks, the throbbing not helped by Lara lightly trailing her hand over it and gently squeezing him as she stretched up to once more lick his lips, a butterfly-kiss promise of things to come. She smiled up at him, the happy, sweet smile he remembered from when they were younger, and took his hand.
"Come on, Finny, let's go, your room awaits, and so do I!"
As they walked hand in hand toward the double doors at the end of the room, Finn saw a lovely, shapely blonde girl, dressed in the most daring white lace teddy he'd ever seen, with stockings and platform stilettos, crying bitterly by the wall, Robyn talking to her in low tones, and a boy, who was obviously her brother, standing back and looking by turns embarrassed, angry, and guilty.
"Oh poor girl, he turned her down! Now she has to leave too, and she'll never be invited again!" whispered Lara, her eyes filled with sympathy for the pretty girl who'd been rejected by her brother, and also a glint of anger that he'd done it so publicly.
"What a cruel, thoughtless dick!" she whispered fiercely, "He could have done it discreetly, not in front of everyone like that! Poor girl!" and Finn could only agree, although he was at a loss to understand how such a beautiful girl could be so enamoured of such an ordinary-looking specimen.
"It takes all sorts, I suppose, and there's no accounting for taste, but still...!" he mused to himself, returning to reality as Lara's fingertips once more lightly brushed the bulge at his groin and leaned up to whisper in his ear.
"It's "us" time now, Finny, take me to our room, sweetheart, there are so many things I want to show you, to tell you, and to do with you, I want you so bad right now, let's go!"
Finn grinned happily as Lara led him down a corridor lined with identical doors on each side. As they approached one door, an amber LED set discreetly in the ornate moulding above the door lintel flashed in time to an LED on Lara's bracelet. Finn tried the door, and it swung open smoothly but heavily, hinting that it was of more than standard construction, but poised so well on its hinges that a slight pressure was that was required to move it. Finn looked around in wonder at the opulent décor, the rich furnishings, the thick, sensuous carpet, and the massive bed, larger than any king-size he'd ever seen. Lara smiled happily and led him into the room, Finn unresisting as he tried to take in the magnificence of their room.
"So Finny, now we're here, what do you want to do?" she murmured, her eyes downcast demurely even as Finn tore his eyes away from the magnificence of the room to feast on the wonder that was his younger sister.
Fin reached out and took her chin, lifting her head up so he could look her in the eyes.
"Sissy, now I know why I'm here, I don't know whether to be happy, amazed, or overwhelmed! There is one thing I know for certain, though; I want you, I've always wanted you, I can't remember a time when I didn't want you, and now you've brought me here, I want you so badly it hurts! I just wish I was smart enough to work out long ago that you felt about me the way I've always felt about you, then none of this would have been necessary!"
Lara smiled, her eyes sparkling as she reached for him, Finn likewise reaching for her, to pull her into a tight clinch as their lips met with almost bruising force. As their tongues fenced and explored inside each other's mouths, their hands squeezed and explored, feeling the victory of forbidden territory finally conquered. Finn slid his hands down to cup and squeeze her luscious buttocks, pulling her hard against his burgeoning erection; Lara in turn ground herself against him, feeling at last the pressure of his straining erection as it pressed against her swollen labia for real, something she'd only ever dreamed and masturbated about.
Finn relinquished his hold on her peach bottom, his hands fumbling with the catches on her bustiere, while Lara in turn began undoing his shirt buttons, working her way down until she pulled his shirt out of the waistband of his slacks, and tugging his shirt off, running her hands over his smooth muscular chest and bulging abdominal muscles, savouring the smooth satiny warmth of his bare skin against her hands.
Finn, however, was in his own seventh heaven; having managed to undo all the hook and eye fastening up the back of her bustiere, it now fell away to leave her stiffly erect nipples poking solidly into his abdomen. Finn stepped back to look at her in all her glory, his frank stare making Lara blush and bite her lip as she looked away. Her eyes widened as she felt his hands on her small, firm, pouting breasts, her nipples rubbing against the palms of his hands, sending shivers all the way though her body. She looked back up at Finn, and saw his rapt gaze on her bare breasts, and gasped as he suddenly dipped down to catch a nipple between his lips, the sudden pleasurable sensation almost buckling her knees.
As his lips and tongue worked on her nipple, one hand holding her breast as he suckled her, his other hand slid into the back of her panties, a finger caressing her tight little rosebud before slipping past and further under, to slide along the crease between her labia. Lara gasped as she felt her lips swell and part immediately, her arousal pulsing through her womanhood as the man she wanted more than anything in the world caressed and touched her so intimately.
Lara quickly unbuckled Finn's belt before all rational thought left her, pushing his slacks down and leaving him in just a pair of tight, trunk-style shorts, his swelling manhood clearly outlined against the tightly-stretched material. Without hesitation, she reached out to squeeze and fondle him, Finn growling with lust as she squeezed his cock through his shorts.
Lara was trembling now, with unfulfilled need, with lust for him, and because of the sensations sparking though her as Finn suckled her while he stroked and gently teased her labia apart. At last she could stand the suspense no longer, sliding her hands into the waistband of his shorts and pushing down, releasing his big cock from its hiding-place. Finn gasped as his cock snapped upright, released from the constriction of his underwear, to feel the warmth of Lara's small hands as she slowly rubbed and caressed him, gazing in lust-filled wonder at the large cock and equally impressive set of balls depending from it.
"Finny, it's...it's so beautiful!" she murmured, unable to take her eyes off her prize.
Finn responded by pulling her closer and grinding the solid bar of flesh against her tingling slit, making her gasp and shudder with delight. Lara in turn held herself against him, her lips finding his as she ground her slit, and ever more sensitive clitoris, against his solid erection, making both of them gasp as they frotted each other. Finn tugged at her panties, Lara responding by pushing them down and wriggling them off, all the while making sure her mons stayed pressed against him, not wanting to miss any of the wonderful sensations as he rubbed himself against her most tender, sensitive parts.
Suddenly Finn stopped, holding Lara away from him as he looked into her sparkling sapphire eyes, those same eyes now wide in surprise and consternation.
"What...what, Finny, don't...not now...Finn...!" she moaned, thinking she'd somehow offended him, that he was going to leave now, and this would all be over before it had ever really started. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes, and now it was Finn's turn to look shocked.
"No, Sissy, no...don't...don't cry, baby, it's okay, wait!" he murmured, picking her up in one easy motion and cradling her in his arms.
"Not like this, not just groping at each other, I want it to be better than that!" he whispered, his lips brushing her cheek, her eyes, nuzzling her hair. In two strides he was at the bed, sitting down on the edge with her on his lap, his hands smoothing over her as he drank her in. Lara looked up at him, seeing only love and need for her in his eyes.
"I thought...I thought you'd changed your mind!" she stammered, relief washing over her as he smiled back at her, his lovely smile making her pussy twitch and shudder with need.
"I told you once, Sissy, I wanted you so bad it hurt, I wasn't lying! I just want to hold and kiss you properly, to explore you, and kiss and taste all of you properly, not just grope and grab! I don't want to have sex with you, Sissy, I want to make love to you, that's all I've ever wanted to do to you!"
Lara swivelled around to sit astride him, his solidly erect cock rubbing against her damp, sticky labia, and rubbed herself against him as she pulled him down to kiss him, really kiss him, for the first time, their kiss this time fed by love and mutual need, not just simple, animal lust. Finn's hands slipped down from her waist to hold and squeeze her plump little buttocks, the feel of those delicious globes so much more satisfying, and much, much sexier than in his fantasies of her, of how her body would feel. Lara meanwhile, continued to grind and rub her slippery little pussy against him, sliding her lips along the underside of his hard cock, letting him feel how hot she was for him, letting him know who she belonged to now.
As she kissed him, her tongue exploring his mouth as his explored hers, Lara gradually urged him backwards, until Finn was lying on his back with Lara writhing and squirming on him as she kissed him hotly, feeling the heat of his blood-engorged cock as she rubbed her swollen labia on it. Finn slowly manoeuvred her until they were lying on their sides, bodies still pressed together as they kissed with almost bruising force, long-suppressed urges finally let loose as they played now with no inhibitions, no holding back.
Now they broke their kiss, Lara moaning as Finn kissed her neck and throat, luxuriating in the feel of his lips as he lightly dusted her with kisses, moving gradually downwards. Lara sighed and leaned back as Finn gently kissed her breasts, pushing his hand sunder the small of her back, making her arch her back as he once again sucked her nipple between his lips and rubbed his tongue lightly against the hard rubbery nub. Lara sighed and caressed his face, twining her fingers in his hair as he lapped at first on nipple then the other, alternately licking and sucking, teasing the flesh into hard little points.
As he kissed her nipples, his fingers lightly rubbed her labia, slowly sliding between her lips to tease and stroke her, making her writhe with her need for him, and clutch convulsively at him as he teased a particularly exciting or sensitive place. Finn continued to suckle at her, his fingers slowly sliding into her, each stroke taking him deeper inside her, gently pressing her lips apart, until he stroked the hood of her clitoris.
A jolt of electricity seemed to flare through her, Lara crying out at the sensation of being touched there for the first time by someone other than herself. Finn knew what he was doing, though, and as he licked, nibbled, and sucked her nipples, he increased the pressure until he was frigging her, sliding his fingers into her as he lightly rubbed her clitoris, Lara responding by lifting her hips against the pressure of his hand, silently asking him to do more.
Now Finn continued kissing down her elegant torso, pausing to kiss her flat stomach and admire her neat little navel, planting a delicate kiss into the little jewel, making her shiver with an erotic frisson, before his questing lips moved down, and down, until he was at the very apex of her slit. Lara bucked and shivered as his tongue-tip gently poked into her slit, probing between the swollen folds of flesh, rubbing against her engorged clitoris, the little bead of flesh standing erect and hard, waiting to give her pleasure. Finn stared, enthralled, at the neat folds of flesh concealing her secret place. The bare lips, damp with a layering of her juices, were swelling even as he watched, turning a pale coral as they engorged with her arousal, her delicate scent rising more and more strongly now, rich, and sweet, tangy and delicious.
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Finn moved between her parted thighs and kissed her puffy little slit, inhaling the warm scent of his sister as he did so, the sweet, tangy, salty smell of her making his cock even harder; somehow he knew she'd taste delicious, and dipped his tongue down to find out, edging open the creases of her labia to lick the little hooded nub of flesh. Almost immediately a small flood of sweet juices flowed out of her, Finn lapping at her and swallowing the delicious tangy nectar flowing from her sweet-smelling pussy. Lara was writhing under him, rubbing her crotch against his face as he licked, lapped, and probed at her, holding his head as she gave little mewing sounds of pleasure.
Finn slid his hands under her bouncy little bum and grasped a firm cheek in each hand, lifting her up and holding her against his mouth as he worshipped her, lightly sucking on her throbbing clitoris, driving her wild as the almost unbearable pleasure flooded over her; frigging herself had never been like this, now at last she knew the pleasures of a man's tongue, her brother's tongue, and she knew that was something she'd always need from now on.
At last, stimulated almost beyond endurance, her tight little pussy convulsed as the first power-wave of orgasm swept through her, Lara screaming as she gave in to what her brother was doing to her.
"Uuunnngghhh, God, Finny, it's so good...so good, Finn...ooohh yess, ooohhh yess!" she moaned as wave after wave or orgasmic delight surged through her, feeling like sexual energy was crackling and bursting out of her as she came like never before.
Finn never stopped lapping and sucking at her, drinking her nectar as it poured from her, revelling in the sweet tangy taste of her. Whatever happened from now on, he knew he'd never be able to stop doing this with her; he needed this now, he always would.
Her storm passed, leaving Lara weak but glowing with sexual satisfaction, love and desire for Finn arcing through her, leaving her determined that this new-found connection and sexual compatibility of theirs would never fade and die; Finn was her man, and that was how she thought of him now.
Finn slid up beside Lara to once again clamp his lips around her nipple, making her gasp as his tongue rubbed the sensitive flesh.
"What can I do for you, baby?" Lara whispered, her hands already holding and squeezing his distended cock, "Can I suck you, Finn, can I taste you now?" she asked, wanting nothing more right now than to feel his powerful cock pulsing between her lips, to squeeze and pump him as she sucked him, and to taste his cream as he ejaculated in her mouth and down her throat.
Finn rolled onto his back, Lara following him, to kiss him hungrily as her hand jerked his cock, spreading his clear lubricant along the length of his shaft as she slowly masturbated him. Now it was Lara's turn to kiss him tantalisingly in a line along his smooth torso, licking and then blowing on his nipples, making him gasp with the sensation, kissing his muscular stomach and enjoying the feel of his abdominal muscles against her lips, before finally kissing the tip of his surging cock, the sensation making Finn gasp again. Lara kissed along the length of his shaft, soft, loving little pecks, until she reached his scrotum, and slowly, one at a time, sucked his balls into her mouth, rolling the seeds carefully and gently in her hot mouth, Finn almost sobbing with the sheer eroticism of the act. Lara rose up on her hands and knees and climbed between his thighs, taking his cock-head in her mouth and licking the velvety crown, tasting the clear lubricant seeping from the tip and smiling at him as she fellated him.
Finn sighed when Lara looked up at him, the sight of her beautiful cornflower-blue doll's eyes looking at him over the cock in her mouth almost unutterably lewd and sexy, and he watched, fascinated, as Lara began bobbing her head, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him while she fondled and gently squeezed his balls. Finn closed his eyes, afraid that the sight of Lara with his cock in her mouth would tip him over the edge; he wanted to be inside her for that, he wanted to hold her against him as he pounded himself into her and filled her with his seed.
Finn held his hand out to her, and she reluctantly pulled her mouth away from him, realising this wasn't what he wanted, not yet, and kissing him all the way, slid back up to lie alongside him.
"What do you want to do baby? She whispered, licking his lips as her hand continued to pump and squeeze his cock. Finn opened his eyes and smiled at her, pulling her closer so he could kiss her soft lips all over again.
"I already told you, Sissy; I want to make love to you; that's all I've ever wanted to do with you!"
Lara smiled, and once again her lips descended to his, kissing him gently at first, then more and more wildly as his hands rubbed and caressed her, touching her, doing things to her, setting her skin on fire. Finn held her close as he rolled over to lie on top of her, Lara instinctively opening her thighs to allow him to rest between them. Finn continued to kiss her, his tongue fencing with hers as their lips stayed glued together. Lara could feel the solid mass of his erect cock as the underside pressed against her damp little slit, and as she kissed him back as fervently as he kissed her, she began lifting her hips, dry-humping her slit against him as he began to saw his cock against her, the pressure of his cock against her labia making her pussy tingle deep inside.
Finn raised himself up on his elbows, his hand in the small of her back. Lara could feel the head of his cock as it butted up against her, and lifted up to kiss him once, stroking his face gently as she did so.
"Please Finny, this is what I want, please, make it good for me!"
Finn smiled reassuringly, preparing to slowly drive into her, then pausing.
"Sissy, are you...have you...what I mean is...?"
Lara looked deep into his blue eyes, so like hers, and smiled gently.
"This is the first time for me, Finny, I waited for you, so please, go slowly, don't hurt me!"
A small tear trickled from her eye, and Finn stared at her in shock.
"You're a virgin? Sissy, we don't have to do this, not now, if you want to wait it's okay, we have time...!" he gabbled, aware now that she was frightened, of the pain, of him hurting her, of the finality of the act they were so close to committing.
Lara rubbed the tear away and smiled.
"Thank you Finny, you're so sweet to think of me, but I waited for you, I only ever wanted to do this with you, make me happy, baby, do this for me, I want you so badly!"
Finn looked into her eyes for a few seconds, checking that she really meant what she was saying, then nodded, satisfied that she was ready. As he prepared to enter her, another thought occurred.
"Sis, how about...you know...protection...?"
Lara grinned at him.
"Since I was sixteen, Finny, so please, darling, just fuck me, I'm ready, honest!"
Finn held her close, their lips meeting in a kiss as he pushed himself forward, the tip of his cock feeling her damp heat as he slipped into her, his cock-head opening and stretching her slowly.
"Ooohhh, slowly, Finn, it...slower, please...!" muttered Lara, and Finn paused, before continuing to slip slowly inside her, the delightful tightness of her vagina making him twitch as he pushed further into her. Lara gritted her teeth as he stretched her open; there was some pain, but not like the horror stories she'd heard, and she could feel what pain there was lessening as he moved further inside her, slowly stretching her even further with his thick cock.
At last, over the feeling of fullness from his cock, she felt the brush of his pubes against her labia, and realised he was fully inside her. Finn leaned down to kiss her, the movement jarring the cock buried in her and making her gasp.
"Okay, Sissy, this is it!" he whispered, beginning to withdraw. Immediately, a welter of sensations whirled and scattered inside her, slight pain, pleasure, love for her man, arousal, all combining into one avalanche of pleasure as he withdrew and then slid back in, stretching her all over again. Lara gasped in pleasurable surprise, feeling at last what sex could be like, her hips lifting instinctively to meet him as he thrust back into her. As she thrust back against him, she instinctively tightened her constrictor muscles, gripping and rubbing him as he slid into her, realising how this must feel for him from the way he gasped and immediately sped-up.
Finn pumped gently into her, unsure how he should go; he'd never been with a virgin before, and he was torn between anxiety that he not hurt her, and almost overwhelmed with the erotic charge that came of having deflowered a virgin, and not just any virgin; his virgin sister, no less!
"This is your sister, this is your sister...!" he repeated to himself, resisting the urge to pull her legs up over his arms and hammer himself into her. Lara, meanwhile, could feel something building inside her, tension and arousal spinning into a something that was going to explode, she could feel it, she needed to make it go away, she needed Finn to make it go away.
Finn adjusted his position, unable to resist pumping a little harder, seeing Lara react by humping back even harder at him. At last, she couldn't contain it any longer.
"Harder, Finny, ooh God, harder, pleased yess, like that, like that!" she groaned as Finn pumped even harder and faster into her, that littler knot inside her now growing bigger, fuller, ready to burst.
"Yess, ooohh God, yess, yess, Finny, that's it, like that like that, like that...!" she shouted, her orgasm now almost a tangible thing, threatening to burst inside her any second now.
Finn leaned down and crushed his lips to hers as he rammed into her, and that was enough to send her over the top.
"OoooHHH God, Yesss, YESSS!" she screamed as the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced ripped and tore through her, burning through her like endless bursts of sheet lightning , blinding her as pleasure almost too much to bear filled her and crackled from every nerve ending in bursts of raw sexual energy.
Finn gasped as her pussy tightened around him, stopping him in his tracks, the feeling tipping him over the edge as well, and he groaned out loud as what felt like an endless spray of semen burst out of him to paint her inner walls. Again and again he sprayed his spunk inside her, filling her with what felt like pints of hot sperm, his body convulsing as he came and came, endlessly pouring himself into her, overwhelmed and almost overcome with emotion as he emptied himself into the girl who'd haunted his dreams for so long and whirled nakedly through his every waking fantasy!
At last the jets of spunk died away to a trickle, and Finn held her to him as he rolled over, his stiff cock still buried to the hilt in her, holding her close to him as she shuddered and trembled with aftershocks from her incredible orgasm. Slowly her eyes focussed, to see Finn lying next to her, feeling his arms around her, sensing his lips no more than a hairsbreadth away. Lara reached out and kissed him gently, lightly licking his lips and watching his smile.
"Thank you, Finny, that was just...amazing, thank you for making my first time so special! I love you, baby!" she smiled, conscious of his thick cock still buried in her. Finn smiled and kissed her back, his hands sliding down her smooth back to hold and gently squeeze her luscious little behind.
"Did I ever tell you, you're the most beautiful girl in the world?" he murmured, squeezing her cheeks and sliding his fingers over her taut little anus. "Before this party's over, I'm going to fill you with my spunk, Sissy; there won't be a minute my cock isn't going to be in one of your holes, you are going to dribble spunk constantly, do you hear me Sissy?" he grinned, and Lara responded by squeezing him with her pussy muscles, making him gasp and grin.
"Well of course, Finny, why do you think I brought you here?" she grinned, then gasped as he rubbed her anus with some of the juices seeping out of her tightly-plugged pussy, then slid his finger to the second knuckle inside the tight, rubbery little knot.
"Including this one, Lara, I want this one as well, and I will have it, I promise you!" he murmured as he nuzzled her neck.
"Anything for you, Finny, as many times as you want; I love my Finny, and I'll do anything for him!" she whispered, slowly, rhythmically squeezing the cock embedded in her clasping pussy. Finn responded by gently pumping into her, Lara grinning and continuing to tense and relax her vaginal constrictor muscles, making him smile in return. As they moved against each other, their lips brushed as they kissed and nibbled, whispered words of love passing between them as they made love gently and tenderly.
Finn held Lara tightly as he rolled onto his back, taking her with him so she was now lying on top of him, their lips still locked as she pumped harder now. His hands slid back down to grasp a firm globular buttock in each hand, squeezing and pulling the firm cheeks apart as Lara writhed on top of him. Her knees parted and slid down on either side of him, finally allowing her to sit upright on him, his cock still firmly impaled inside her as she rode him in the classic "Cowgirl" position. Finn gasped as she began instinctively rolling her hips as she rose and fell on him, screwing her pussy around as she squeezed him, and his hands moved from her perfect bottom to hold and squeeze her soft, firm breasts, gently pinching and squeezing her long, stiff nipples, making her moan as she writhed and ground herself on him..
Lara began to feel that sensation inside again, as did Finn, his rolling and squeezing of her nipples making hot electric flashes shoot through her and pulse in her core. As Finn held her breasts, she covered his hands with hers, using his hands to pleasure her nipples as her orgasm once more gathered pace.
Finn could feel the changes happening inside her, his own thrusts into her become harder, longer, bucking against her as she ground herself against him, until once again, that bow-wave of light and singing pleasure smashed through her, wiping out all thought as she hung in space, gasping and shrieking silently as her brother pleasured her so completely.
"Ooohhh God, Sissy, ooohhh Goooddd...UUUNNNGGGHHH!" he roared as he came, once again an explosion of sperm bursting out of him to flood her with his tribute to her, his ears singing and popping with the force of his orgasm, the sensation of his sperm bursting out of him and into her a cathartic, sweet agony, an endless explosion of inner heat that sang in his bones and limned his vision with light as his eyesight whited-out.
At last the surging, pulsing spray of semen died away, until only a trickle bubbled from him, even that milked from him as her vaginal muscles squeezed and rippled, the strong muscular contractions only slowly fading away as her storm once again passed and left her calm, satisfied, fulfilled. Lara slumped down onto Finn's chest, her heart hammering a tempo to match his, only gradually slowing until back to normal.
"Finn, darling Finny, that was incredible, thank you baby, thank you!" she whispered, gasping slightly as his softening cock slid out of her. Finn smiled happily, his hands once more clamped around the perfect globes of her bottom, gently squeezing and kneading them, enjoying the warm, satiny texture, the feel of the young, firm muscles tensing and flexing as she moved, and the exciting, tempting bounce and quiver when he gently jiggled them.
"You know something, Sissy?" he whispered, "You've got the most perfect bum in the world, it feels wonderful, I might have to bite you later just to make sure it's real!"
Lara grinned up at him.
"You can bite me as many times as you like Finny! I was just thinking the same thing about you; you've got so many lovely places to bite, I don't rightly know where to start!"
With that, Lara moved up slightly so she could kiss him, her lips soft and moist against his. Finn drank her kiss in, his hands roaming over her as they kissed, feeling a stirring as his cock took notice of her all over again. Lara noticed too, breaking their kiss to wriggle against him as his engorging cock prodded against her sensitive pussy.
"Again, Finny, my God, are you ever not ready?" she grinned slyly, catching her bottom lip between her teeth in a way he found almost irresistible.
Finn responded by pulling her soft, firm cheeks apart and rubbing a finger gently over her tight little anus, making her jump and gasp, and bore in to kiss him again even harder. As they kissed, Finn slid his finger into the taut little hole, Lara squealing softly into his mouth, before rolling over so he was now on top of her. Without breaking their kiss, Finn once again slid his cock into his sister, listening to her groan into his mouth as he stretched her sensitive pussy open once again. As he pumped into her he slid his finger in and out of her tight anus in time to his pumping cock, Lara squealing and gasping into his mouth at the delightful double penetration, their tongues fencing as they fucked once again.
Finn was in a world of sexual overload; the most beautiful girl he'd ever known was writhing underneath him, his cock jammed inside her tight pussy, and his finger reaming out her arsehole, and all he wanted to do forever was more of the same. That it was his little sister made no difference to him now; he needed her so badly right now, he needed her legs wrapped around him, and her arms locked about him, and her lips saying his name while he stretched her holes and filled them to brimming with his hot spunk!
Lara picked up on what he was feeling, lifting her legs to slip them over his shoulders so he could jam himself even deeper into her. The two of them pumped wildly against each other, her thighs against his chest, almost nose to nose as they hammered feverishly at each other, the only sound in the room the slap of flesh against flesh and the hoarse gasping breath sounds of two lovers striving furiously for even more and deeper sexual fulfilment.
Finn powered into Lara, her firm little breasts dancing with the force of his thrusting. Lara was almost semi-conscious, her body and mind overwhelmed by the pace and power of Finn's lovemaking. Her hands clasped tightly around his neck as she thrust up against him, her legs now firmly wrapped around his midsection to enable her to thrust back against him. She could feel his cock swelling, his breathing shortening, and his thrusts speeding-up, all signs he was nearly there, and she let herself go, no longer holding back, grinding and humping for all she was worth, the so-recent virgin now taking her full reward as she fucked her brother so lustfully and energetically.
"Ooohh God, Yess, Yess, YEESSS! OH God, Finn, harder, harder, baby, HARDER!" she shouted, grinding her clitoris against his pounding cock, Finn responding with shorter, harder strokes as his own climax approached.
"OOOHHH FINN, YESSS!" she shrieked, a blast of sheer pleasure blowing through her like the back-wash from a jet engine, every muscle tensing as she strained against him, all coherent thought gone, her pussy clamping down around his surging cock in the extremity of her orgasm. Finn gasped at the constriction as she clamped down on him, the sudden delightful pressure causing his orgasm to flare bright through him, once again a pulsing bolt of white-hot semen bursting out of him to flood her inner recesses and bathe her in his male essence, seemingly endless jets of semen pouring out of him as he emptied himself into her.
The last of his spunk pumped into her, and Finn slumped down beside her, almost completely drained, sweat-soaked and trembling with exhaustion. Lara rolled against him, trailing her arm across his chest as she pulled him down to give him a sweet kiss.
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"Thank you Finny, that was wonderful, I love you!" she whispered. Finn licked her lips and once again his hand slipped down to clench her enticing little buttock.
"And I love you too, Sissy!" he whispered, fondling the firm, bouncy flesh as he planted little kisses all over her face.
"What do you want to do now, baby?" murmured Lara, tracing his features as he slowly recovered from all his exertion, making it clear he could do anything he liked to her.
Finn grinned at her, pulling her closer by her perfect bum cheeks.
"Right now, Sissy, I want to find one of those pantries Robyn mentioned, I could eat a horse and chase the jockey for dessert!"
Lara grinned and slid off the bed, pulling him after her.
"Let's find a robe for you, then, and I'll take you there; now that you mention it, I could do with a little snack too. Come on, slowcoach, I thought you were hungry!"
There were two brief bathrobes hanging in the bathroom, in each of their sizes, and so, decently covered, Fin and Lara set off to find a meal.
The pantries were a series of rooms lined with refrigerators. There were also glass wine coolers filled with soft drinks, and the fridges were each stocked with cold meats, smoked salmon, crayfish, langoustines and other shellfish, cold sliced pies, roasted fowl, green salads, boiled eggs, and bowls of fruit salad. Finn piled up two plates with lobster salad, sliced beef, crab claws, and a liberal dollop of mayonnaise. There were several bistro-type tables scattered around, with a bread-basket and a butter dish on each one, so they sat down to eat. After a while some of the other couples drifted in to join them at the other tables, obviously looking to replenish their energy after what must have been an exhausting session, to judge by the haggard looks on some of the boys' faces! Strangely, like Lara, the girls all looked chipper and relaxed...
At they ate, they chatted in low tones about what had happened between them, their chairs gradually moving closer to each other until they were sitting almost hip to hip. At some point, they'd begun feeding choice titbits to each other, like it was the most natural thing in the world, occasionally leaning in to lick or kiss crumbs away from each other's lips, for all the world like lovers; and not just them either; the other couples were doing it too. Finn realised what they were doing, and smiled, Lara catching the drift of his thoughts and smiling too; the whole dynamic between them had changed permanently; they WERE lovers, partners, even. What had happened here tonight had changed them forever, moving them up several notches from being simply brother and sister.
At last, the inner man satisfied, for now, Finn picked up their ravaged plates and took them over to the large scullery, where several dishwashers stood open, racked their plates, then collected Lara and allowed her to lead him back to their room, his eyes captivated by the sight of her twinkling little bottom just peeking under the brief robe as she walked. Lara looked back and saw where he was looking, grinned cheekily and flipped up the rear of her robe, flashing her delectable rump at him. Finn of course was unable to resist it, and his hand darted out to hold and squeeze the pale globes, making her giggle and shimmy against his hand.
"Naughty, Finny, just for that you have to kiss my poochie extra nicely!" she giggled, then gasped as his finger slipped between those quivering cheeks and slid a little way into the tight little knot of her anus.
"Ohhh yes, Finn, do that again, when we're in our room, do it to me again!" she groaned.
Once back in their room, Finn wasted no time in pulling Lara's robe off, so he could once more feast on her nakedness. This time, however, he wanted to see every part of her, he wanted to kiss every inch of her, and he wanted to lick and taste her. The edge was off his appetite now; he'd gorged on her all day, now it was time to sip, and taste, and savour. Lara seemed to feel the same way, her hands roaming over him, feeling his muscles, the texture of his skin, the feel of his hair against her fingers as she hand-combed his hair back off his face.
Finn pulled her to him, his hands once more slipping down to cup and squeeze her bottom as his lips grazed on her smooth, pale neck and shoulder, but this time he noticed the crease at the tops of her thighs where the buttock flows into the thigh proper, wondering that he'd never before realised how exciting that crease could be. Lara's nipples poked him solidly in the chest as he squeezed and rubbed her, mute evidence of how turned-on she was becoming by his scrutiny of her, by his lips moving softly over her neck and shoulders, the base of her throat, and the lobes of her small, neat little ears.
His hands now moved up to briefly hold her lovely cheeks, then his fingers found and explored her lumbar dimples, wonder again stirring in him that he'd never noticed how erotically satisfying it could be to gently circle them with his fingertips, again kissing her neck lightly as his fingers touched and tasted her lower back and the tip of her buttock cleft. His hands then drifted gently up her smooth back, the skin soft and smooth and satisfying to his fingertips, feeling her life, her vitality thrilling from every pore. Further up his hands explored now, to take and hold her shoulders, and study the smooth, elegant curve of her neck as it flowed into her shoulders, before once more pressing his lips to her neck, savouring all over again the texture of her skin as he kissed her lightly, feather-touches that brought goosebumps of anticipation.
Lara watched him take her all in, taking his time to see her, REALLY see her, not just the parts of her that fed his fantasies, the realisation that he was committing every line and curve of her to his memory taking hold of her. When Finn led her to the bed, she remained standing when he sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her close to lick and then gently suck on her straining nipples, the sensation almost driving her to her knees. His hands slipped back down to catch her buttocks, lifting and separating the firm globes as he suckled first one nipple then the other. Lara bit her lip as he slid one finger into her anus, his other hand moving around to touch and lightly rub at her moist pussy as he sucked and gently bit her nipples.
Lara's head was spinning as so many sensations spun and whirled inside her at once; the thrills of pleasure from the single finger slowly but deliberately pumping in and out of her tight bum hole, the fingers caressing and rubbing her pussy, slipping inside her, then withdrawing to gently slide against her straining, quivering clitoris, the feel of his lips, tongue, and teeth against her sensitive nipples. Now his hands changed their rhythm, the finger in her anus pumping more insistently, keeping pace with the fingers rubbing her clitoris and frigging her honey-hole. Her breathing began to hitch and stutter as more and stronger waves of pleasure began to sweep through her. Finn sucked harder, more insistently at her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through her and into her pussy, where the pleasure from the invading fingers rubbing and tweaking her erect clitoris mixed and mingled into one hot, breathless burst of orgasmic ecstasy.
Lara's knees almost buckled as she came, her hands clamping hold of Finn's head and pressing him to her breasts as he suckled her nipples, only his hands, rubbing and touching her most intimate places, holding her upright as she shook and shuddered, wave after wave of pleasure sweeping and billowing through her.
"Ooohh Finny, ooohh yess, like that, baby, yess, God, so good, so good, love you, love you...!" she groaned, head thrown back and eyes closed tight, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes with the force of her orgasm, her damp, swollen pussy convulsing as Finn frigged her, drawing every last molecule of pleasure out of her with his gentle, talented hands.
Lara slumped against him, Finn drawing her onto his lap, to kiss and hold her, her lips avid for his as the aftermath of her blinding orgasm rippled and quivered in her.
"Finny, you're...amazing, I love what you do to me, I love you so much!" she whispered, planting small, heartfelt kisses on his face, Finn kissing her back just as enthusiastically. He could feel her quivering with tiredness, and to be honest, after all their exertions, and the meal they'd had, coupled with Lara's earth-shattering orgasm, he was nearly dead on his feet, so he slid her onto the bed next to him, pulled the covers over both of them, clamped his hands around her tight, delectable little bum, and fell asleep, Lara cuddled up close to him, a small smile on her lips as she slept the sleep of the roundly-fucked.
Finn woke feeling refreshed, relaxed, and completely at peace with the world. His well-developed student time-sense told him they'd been asleep about three hours; they'd arrived here just after 2 o'clock, they'd played for at least three hours, and now they'd slept about the same, so by his reckoning, it must be about eight o'clock. That meant the night was still young; good! Lara was spooned up against him, his arm thrown protectively around her, and the feel of her firm bottom pressed against him caused his semi-erect cock to stiffen to full stretch, poking solidly into her rump. He wondered how long it would be before the sight, or feel, or scent of his sister would stop him reacting that way; if there's a God, it will be a long, long time coming, he silently prayed, giving himself up to the feel of his little sister pressed against him. Lara stirred, her eyes slowly opened and she smiled at the feel of his arm around her, his bare skin against hers. She turned her head slightly, to see his eyes looking directly into hers.
"Hello, beautiful boy!" she murmured sleepily, turning round to hug him and kiss his chest, simultaneously rolling his stiff cock deliciously against her smooth belly and grinning at his soft gasp.
"Hello Gorgeous Girl!" he grinned back, pulling her closer by her bum-cheeks and gently grinding his solid erection against her pussy-mound, making her gasp in turn.
"You were supposed to kiss my poochie!" she pouted, her eyes sparkling with suppressed laughter, before biting her lip in a way he found completely adorable and breathtakingly sexy as she rubbed herself against him.
"I want you to kiss my poochie, you lovely boy, but I want a shower first, Finny, come with me, I need you to do my back!" she wheedled, her fingertips gently playing over his scrotum, stiffening his cock even further.
"We won't get that far if you keep doing that!" he sighed, his eyes closing as she gently encircled his balls, her fingertip lightly rubbing his perineum.
For answer, Lara kissed him, slipping her tongue between his lips and kissing him softly as her warm little hand gently squeezed his balls.
Finn groaned and rolled on top of her, his tongue fencing with hers as he slid his cock into her in one long, slow glide, feeling her hiss into his mouth as he filled and stretched her pussy all over again.
"Oh yes, Finny, do that, do that, oh yes, oh yes...!" she chanted softly as Finn slowly pumped himself in and out of her, his hands sliding down to the small of her back and pushing her nipples up to where he could suck them as he fucked her. Lara groaned at the assault on her sensitive nipples, her hips bucking up to meet his as he thrust into her repeatedly, his excitement rising as she rhythmically clenched and released him. Suddenly he pulled out of her, leaning back on his haunches to pull her up to him.
"Turn around, baby-girl, turn around...yes like that!" he murmured as Lara, realising what he wanted to do, got on her hands and knees, his eyes fixed on her beautiful, heart-shaped rear. Finn gazed in rapture at the sight of her bare, swollen little pussy, the labia still parted from their earlier coupling, and her tight anus, the little pink knot quivering as she flexed her taut arse-cheeks in anticipation.
Finn walked on his knees up behind her and took hold of her smooth hips, his throbbing cock pointing straight at her damp pussy, and as he watched in almost a dream state, one of his favourite fantasy images coming to life right there and then, he slid his cock back between her plump labia, Lara hissing as he filled her once again, and pushing back against him as he began once more pumping himself into her. Almost without thinking about it, he slid his hands under her rib-cage, to catch and squeeze her hanging breasts, once again feeling her nipples stiff and straining between his fingertips as he gently squeezed and rolled them. Lara gasped and pushed back harder against him, her taut buttocks bouncing and flattening against his midriff as he simultaneously pumped into her.
Lara was in a new world; the feelings she was getting from her darling Finny fucking her in this way were too much to understand or even think about; all she knew was the feel of him boring into her as she pushed back against him was the most erotic thing she'd ever felt, a blizzard of sensations sleeting through her as her man made love to her in such an exciting way; she could feel her orgasm building, and Finn seemed to sense it, his thrusts becoming harder, more powerful, nearly slamming into her in his urgency. Lara squeezed her pussy muscles tight around him, intensifying the sensations for herself, finally pushing him over the edge.
Finn felt her tighten around him, and he lost whatever minimal self-control he still retained; his cock swelled, filling her as she held him tightly, climax roaring through him as bolt after bolt of spunk jetted into her, hot liquid spurts filling her up and squeezing out of her overfilled pussy to spill on the bed below as her convulsing pussy milked him of every drop of semen.
As Finn climaxed, Lara suddenly felt her own orgasm gather and blow hotly through her, her ears ringing as Finn filled her with heat, the sperm filling her setting her off on her own gasping, whimpering high as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her, the feel of Finn squeezing and pinching her nipples sending more and more electric jolts through her to quiver in her convulsing pussy.
Lara slumped down on the bed, Finn on top of her, his hard cock still embedded in her, and his hands still grasping her firm breasts. They lay in their sweat, too winded to speak, waiting for the noise in their heads to lessen as they recovered from their explosive mutual orgasm.
Eventually, Finn slipped from her, to slump onto his back next to her, still too winded to speak, but smiling back at Lara when she grinned at him.
"Now I guess we really do need that shower!" she twinkled at him, Finn grinning as he pulled her closer to kiss her once more. As their hearts gradually slowed to something like normal, Finn finally caught his breath, tilting her head back so he could nibble her lips.
"You're mine now, baby-girl, never forget that; you belong to me, and I'll always be yours...if you want me!" he murmured, dipping his head down to plant gentle kisses on her throat and neck. Lara looked up at him, her eyes bright with unshed tears.
"Finny...Finn, I'll always want you, I've always wanted only you, I'll never let you go now; you're mine now, beautiful boy!" she smiled, accepting a kiss from him and burrowing happily into the circle of his arms, "Just remember one thing, Finn Elliot; you look at any other girls, for any reason, and I'll fix you, just you wait and see!"
Finn laughed, and gently smacked her quivering bottom, enjoying how the firm flesh bounced and jiggled beneath his hand.
"Shower-time, baby-girl, we smell exactly like what we've been doing, I really need a shower, and so you, so come on, last one in has to let the other one bite them anywhere they like!"
"Ohhh, Finny, I'm so comfortable...!" groaned Lara, kissing him lightly. Finn felt her lips form a smile even as she kissed him, and suddenly she jumped of the bed and pelted for the en-suite shower, giggling as he floundered behind her.
Lara darted into the shower cubicle and stood under the showerhead, posing and grinning.
"I win, I get to bite you!" she sing-song'd, turning round and flirting her spectacular little bottom at him, before pressing the button on the wall. A hot spray enveloped them both as Lara threw her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, lovingly.
"I cheated Finny, so if you want to, you can bite me anywhere you like, baby, okay? Or maybe you 'd like to lick me as well...?" she whispered, wriggling delightfully against him.
Finn growled as his hands once more sought out their favourite handhold; the cheeks of her little peach bottom, pulling her close against him.
"I think I'll bite your bum, Lara, several times; I want to see what it tastes like, Miss Lara Ffion Elliot!"
Lara giggled and picked up the bottle of shower gel, dumping a good squirt into her hand and rubbing it all over Finn's chest and midriff.
"You do me, now, Finny!" she grinned, handing him the gel.
Finn squirted the gel onto her shoulders and working it into lather, spreading it down her torso, taking care to lovingly cover her breasts with the slippery, soapy liquid. Lara giggled as he spun her around and rubbed gel into her back, all the way down to her buttocks, making sure he soaped between the cheeks of her bum, rubbing a soapy finger gently over her puckered little anus, before gently sliding it into her, Lara gasping and wriggling at the penetration. Finn pumped the finger in and out of the tight little hole a few times, before sliding his hands around her waist and up to cup and squeeze her breasts, tweaking and rolling her nipples, making her gasp and wriggle against him all over again.
Lara turned to face him, her hands filled with more liquid soap, and grinned as she soaped his cock and balls, pulling back his foreskin to wash his penis everywhere, squeezing him as she fisted his flaccid cock, and smiling cheekily when he hardened in her hands. Lara pressed her lips to his before wrapping her hands around him to soap and scrub his back. Finn grinned and turned her round as he pulled her back under the spray, running his hands over her and rinsing the shower soap off even as his pounding erection slipped into the cleft between her buttocks. With his cock parked, he took a double handful of shampoo and worked it into her glorious jet-black mane of hair. Lara took over working the shampoo into her hair, so Finn slid his hands around her again, squeezing her breasts and rolling her nipples between his soapy fingers, before sliding a hand between her legs to stroke and tease her pussy, slipping a finger inside her and making her gasp as he stroked her clitoris, all the while rubbing his cock between her buttocks.
Lara reached behind to hold him, squeezing and sliding her hand up and down his surging cock, holding herself away from him every time he tried to push into her; she had other plans, something she thought they'd both enjoy. So, teasing, rubbing, squeezing and kissing, they worked themselves up, Finn almost exploding with the need to fill her with spunk again, and almost beside himself with pent-up sexual frustration as Lara continued to deny him her body, instead working him almost into a frenzy of lust-filled need.
Lara turned off the shower spray and pulled a bath towel off the rail, rubbing Finn down briskly but gently, savouring the feel and scent of his freshly-washed skin against hers. Finn was in an agony of need, the sight of her nipples dancing as she dried him playing hob with his senses; he wanted to grab her, push her back against the wall, yank her legs apart, and hold her up while he shoved his aching cock far up inside her, but this was Lara, he could never do something like that to her. Besides, her secret little smile tipped him off that she had something planned, so he suppressed his urges as best he could, and tried not to think of her desirable body so tantalisingly close.
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Lara grinned to herself as she watched him almost writhing with pent-up need, part of her wanting to give him relief, he just looked like he needed her so much, but she steeled herself and held firm, knowing that what was coming was going to make up for his discomfort right now. Finn took the towel and draped it around her, holding her against himself as he dried her, the feel of her soft skin against him, the scent of her hair, the closeness of her lips, and the rasp of her stiff nipples as they rubbed across his chest driving him almost to distraction. Once they were dried off, Lara led him out of the bathroom, her hair turbaned in a towel. Finn rummaged in the closet and found a hair dryer, and lay on the bed watching as she dried her hair, drinking in every curve and ripple of her tight body, captivated by her nipples jiggling as she brushed her hair while she dried it.
Finally he could take no more, taking the dryer gently from her and pulling her back onto the bed next to him. Lara grinned as Finn kissed her, his rock-solid cock pressing into her soft stomach as he pressed himself against her. He rubbed lightly at the crease between her legs, and Lara grinned as she backed away slightly.
"Uh-uh, no you don't, mister! You were supposed to kiss my poochie, I want you to kiss and lick my poochie properly, so when you're ready, Finny!" she whispered, her eyes dancing with glee. Finn smiled back, and slid down the bed until his head was level with her pussy, the scent of her arousal already apparent.
"Like this, baby, I want to do it like this...!" she smiled as she straddled him, facing the end of the bed. Finn pulled her up until her succulent little pussy was just above his mouth. Lara reached out and took hold of his stiff cock, admiring the sculpted baton of flesh, then gasped as Finn pulled her down against his mouth and licked along her slit, her hips twitching as his tongue rasped lightly along the length of her slit from her hooded clitoris to the tense little knot of her anus
"Ooooh yes, like that, Finny, like that...!" she moaned as he gently licked and explored her, his tongue probing between the rapidly swelling labia. Lara lay down on him, her lips closing around the head of his cock as he took hold of her cheeks with both hands, holding her to him as he tasted and probed her, making her gasp and suck harder on his cock.
Lara licked and sucked Finn's cock with gusto; the scent of him, strong, masculine, fresh and delicious teased and tempted her palate, and the taste of him was all she'd hoped for, remembering how she'd tried to do this earlier, but hadn't had the chance to get properly into her stride before Finn had fucked her instead. Now she had the leisure to savour him, the salty, slightly sweet taste of the lubrication seeping from him whetting her appetite for what she really wanted. Memories of Finn masturbating, spraying huge pulses of sperm as he ejaculated ran and skittered round her mind as she sucked him, and she knew she wanted to drink his cream when he was ready to give it to her, to taste and slowly enjoy him, and see for herself whether his spunk was as delicious as she hoped it would be.
Finn was in a world of lust; to be here right now, holding her pussy against his mouth as he licked and tasted her; it didn't get any better than this. All his fantasies about Lara were coming true, one after the other; he could still barely believe he'd spent the afternoon and most of the evening pounding his cock into her, and now he was eating her delicious, fragrant pussy, rimming and tasting her deliciously tight little anus, the feel, scent, and taste of her jibing exactly with his most fevered fantasies and desires. His sister was true hot, and the thought that he was actually here, doing this, with her, made him feel weak, and horny, and excited, and endlessly grateful that Lara wanted him as much as he'd always wanted her.
Finn sucked and licked for all he was worth, the sweet juices pouring from her slowly driving him mad with lust for her, each drop of her essence clicking him up another notch, his tongue and lips working licking and sucking gently at her clitoris, driving her ever upwards, until she could take it no more. With a guttural moan, Lara stiffened, pleasure blazing through her as she came, the pleasure reaching a new peak as Finn jammed his pointed tongue as hard as he could into her tight little bum-hole, Lara screaming as orgasm once again seared and roared through her.
At the feel of her pussy convulsing against his mouth, and the flood of honey-sweet juice that filled his mouth, Finn could hold back no longer, and came with a deep, hissing groan, his balls tightening as his cock pumped jet after jet of thick creamy spunk into her mouth. The taste and feel of him pouring into her mouth triggered an even more primal response in Lara, her body convulsing with the depth of her release even as she fought to keep up with the huge amount of spunk pumping into her mouth.
Lara slumped down, her pussy twitching and shuddering as the tails of orgasm spiralled through her and slowly dissipated, Finn's still-hard cock in her mouth as she sucked the last tasty drops of his essence from him, licking the head clean, and drawing a long, ragged breath.
"Finny, that was, like everything else you do to me, utterly fucking incredible! I think I'll keep you!" she giggled, gently scratching his scrotum with a sharp fingernail and grinning as he jumped. She'd forgotten where his mouth was, and Finn retaliated by nipping her clitoris between his lips, making her groan as she too jumped.
"No Finny, don't...sensitive...oh God, what have you done to me, now you'll have to marry me, Mister Elliott!" she purred, pointing her tongue-tip into the sensitive hole in the end of his penis and twitching it slightly, making him jump again.
We need another shower now, beautiful boy!" she murmured. "There's the mixer and banquet, we can't go there smelling like this!"
Finn urged her up next to him, once again sliding his hands down her back and squeezing her taut buttocks.
"Baby-girl, I think everyone there's going to smell like this; I think I can confidently predict that everyone there will have been doing exactly what we've been doing!"
Lara raised an eyebrow.
"And what have we been doing, pray tell?" she asked in a mock-severe voice, trying to look puzzled, but Finn could see the laughter in her eyes. Finn looked at her just as sternly, or as sternly as he could while squeezing and kneading her delicious bum cheeks.
"Well, I don't know what you think you've been doing, Ms. Elliott, but I've been fucking the living daylights out of the hottest girl I've ever known, and I plan on doing more of the same! After the banquet, I'm going to fuck the arse off you, speaking of which..."
He leaned over to the bedside stand and opened the drawer, pulling out a tube of KY Jelly.
"I spotted this earlier. After the mixer thing's done, I'm going to bring you back here and fuck you in the arse; I said I would, you said I could, so be prepared, darling sister of mine; tonight you're getting my cock shoved in your tight, sexy little bum-hole! Any questions?"
Lara grinned as she looked him up and down.
"You're all talk! I'll believe it when I see it, until then, dream on!"
Finn grabbed her and rolled on top of her, holding himself over her as he looked down at her.
"You're sure about this? You don't have to do that just because I said I wanted to, you know; I don't want to force you to do anything!"
Lara pulled him down to her and kissed him.
"I told you earlier; anything you want, any way you want it, I'm yours, and I meant it. I'm looking forward to you bum-fucking me tonight, Finny, I've been dreaming about practically nothing else for months!"
Finn grinned and rolled off her, pulling her close again, sighing happily as the full and final realisation of what was happening here hit him; this was real, it was really happening, Lara was finally his, she wanted him, and they had made love so many times he'd lost count. His lips explored her hair as his hands slowly rubbed her body, Lara mewing contentedly as she snuggled up against him. Thinking of her, remembering the day, the feel of his cock spearing into her tight young pussy again and again, and planning how it would be for them going forward, Finn fell asleep, fatigue and exertion finally winning out against his libido, super-fit athlete or not.
Sisterfest Ch. 02 - Incest/Taboo -
Finn and Lara spend their first night together.
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This is the second part of this particular story, of a total of three, and it contains graphic descriptions of sexual activity between consenting adults. All participants are over 18. The text has been edited to correct a minor continuity error.
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My thanks go, as always, to Grand Teton, who puts up with my Obsessive/Compulsive Punctuation Scattering disorder and brings order out of the disorganised chaos I laughingly call my mind. His genteel "did you really want to say that?" is a lot more civilised than the "Don't write that, people will think you're a retard!" I get from most of my friends. Many thanks also to my Lori, who puts up with my strange hobbies, and to Bonnie, who keeps me encouraged when I periodically decide to just drop it all and embark on a career as a shoe-salesman.
As always, I caution the reader that this is not reality, nor is it intended to reflect reality in any way; it's just one of my more obtuse fantasies, and is more about how I wish things could sometimes be, rather than the often dull and predictable reality we are condemned to live our lives in; just once, though, wouldn't it be nice to just escape from that, to have anything we want, for free, no price to pay and no questions asked?
This story is a slight departure for me, I've been trying out some ideas and a different approach, so you will notice some differences between this and the other fare I've served up in the past; all I ask is that you give it a chance. In the immortal words of Dr. Sidney Freedman in M.A.S.H, feel free to "pull down your pants and slide on the ice!"
If you liked it please vote for it, if you didn't, please tell me why; I do read all the comments, sometimes I act on them, sometimes I ignore them, and sometimes I need to have them deleted by a priest; there's some strange, scary people out there...
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Thoughts and small musings from the mind of Lara Elliot aged 19 (and a little bit).
So now I've finally got Finn exactly where I've wanted him for lo these many moons now; poor Finny, I had to lie and lie, and then lie some more to get him here, but he's such a sweetie under all that stupid rugby-player stoic machismo, and I believe he was worth the wait. The look on his sweet face when I sauntered in dressed like the last slut in the box was priceless, as was that gigantic boner I saw sprout like magic down there!
When I backed into that thing and wedged it in the crack of my bum, it was the culmination of months of plotting how to get my hands on it (OK, but you know what I mean...), especially after I saw him hosing down after tossing himself off and calling my name. I suppose at that point I could have just dashed into his room bare-arse naked and climbed-on, and possibly saved a lot of time and effort and just plain arsing around, but I didn't want to scare him off; for some reason, I seemed to make him jumpy, can't think why...
To backtrack a little, it's been a hot summer so far, and seeing him every day, casually lounging around in baggy sweatshirts and wearing tight sports shorts, with his solid, muscular bum, those long, he-man legs, and that thing of his jiggling around in there like a rabbit bungee-jumping in a pillowcase was almost too much to bear.
Finally, on one never to be forgotten day, my friends and I were lounging around watching TV and talking about boys, and sex, and the likelihood of getting any in a town where most of the boys seemed to be rejects from some secret genetic-engineering programme, and Finny walked into the room pulling off his sweatshirt and asking about mum; I don't think he realised we were there, but when he pulled that thing off, the room went silent as six foot of bare-chested, sculpted, golden-brown beefcake wearing just tight rugby shorts hit centre-stage.
Poor Finny suddenly realised I wasn't alone, with all those girls suddenly crossing their legs and staring puppy-eyed at him; he just reddened, poor lamb, he really was so embarrassed, and I couldn't figure out why; after all, what's so embarrassing about being ogled by a room full of pretty girls enveloped in a mist of Oestrogen and struck down with a sudden case of sticky knickers? He beat a hasty retreat, but not before I'd copped a proper eyeful of my very own household man-candy, and that was when I began plotting in earnest to get him all naked and sweaty.
My best friend Haley knew what I wanted and how I felt, and suggested I decoy him into the nearest patch of woodland, yank his pants down, and stretch my throat with that beautiful, manly piece of male architecture, but there were other parts of me I wanted stretched first. I wanted to look into his eyes and suck his tongue, and nibble his lips while he fed his pocket python into my juice-box, so that plan was nixed; it's still a good idea, though; when we get home I shall definitely be decoying him into the woods to give it a try, suitably modified by whatever else I learn or come across this weekend, of course.
Poor Haley, she's wanted so hard to sample Finn for so long; she's petite, blonde, blue-eyed, sexy, and shapely, with an extravagant set of knockers; in fact she's everything a guy's supposed to want, and she worked it good. The girl was incorrigible; she'd sit there talking to me while Finny lounged in a chair reading, with her eyes fixed on his crotch.
Every time he looked up, she'd wink and lick her lips; she couldn't have been more obvious if she stripped off and sat on his face during a lull in the conversation, and STILL Finny just looked right through her; cue one crushed blonde wannabe mattress-tester.
All my other mates also began relentlessly throwing themselves at him, to fall at the first fence, and then calling me a hateful bitch for poisoning his mind against them and keeping Mr. Incredible all to myself...
I, on the other hand, was beginning to think my beautiful brother was gay, or an android, or just cursed with a low (make that 'subterranean') sex-drive; he seemed to have no interest in girls, or sex, or me and my prominent nipples, just his studies and rugby, and I made increasingly bizarre and probably unworkable schemes to get my pussy in his face to see if he'd take a bite (or at least a tentative lick...)
Then one day I noticed him noticing me; Bingo! Finally all those subtle (and pretty bloody blatant!) flashes of my bum, and swanning around in skin-tight, nipple-enhancing slut-wear seemed to be paying-off. And still the silly bastard did nothing about it! Try as I might to get him steamed-up, the more I tried, the less he looked!
I honestly started to believe I was just kidding myself and reading more into it than was actually there; after all, he's my big brother, maybe he actually took the "look but don't touch" rule seriously, the silly arse, because I was practically blowing a trombone and waving a "Come And Get It" flag, which is definitely NOT like me at all; but then, this is Finny we're talking about here; allowances must be made...
Anyway, long story short, while I'm not proud of the way I lied to him, and deceived him, and manipulated him to come here with me, I'm fucking ecstatic at the way it turned out; Finny, sweet, gorgeous, hottie man-tottie Finny turned out to have the sex-drive of a herd of prize goats; he was saving it all up for me, and exceeded all my expectations by giving me a seeing-to that should go down in the record books as a night to fucking remember, because I always will. It was a true Spunk-a-thon that almost left me permanently bow-legged, with my pussy irrevocably moulded into the shape of his cock!
Darling Finny's promised to give my arse a good stretch, something else that's making me sing and quiver inside; ever since I accidentally walked in on my roommate and her boyfriend with his knob rammed up her greasy bum I've wanted to try it (with Finn, of course, no-one else is going there, ever...) and tonight's the night. I'm getting some shut-eye now; there's this banquet thingy to attend tonight, and I have an outfit guaranteed to give a gatepost a hard-on. I only hope I last the night...
PART 3: THE FIRST NIGHT
The sound of a gentle, regular chiming dragged Finn back from a dream of Lara, in bed with him, her eyes tightly closed and her lips parted as he held her legs wide open and pounded his straining cock into her tight anus, her head whipping from side to side as he pummelled her. As he came awake, he saw that part of the dream, at least, was true; Lara was indeed in bed with him, fast asleep and delightfully naked, her leg thrown over his and her damp pussy lips rubbing tantalisingly against the slick, glossy head of his steel-hard erection, while her deliciously taut little nipples poked solidly into his chest.
She looked delicious, vulnerable, and devastatingly sexy; in fact, in the perfect position for a good, old-fashioned wake-up fuck! He grinned to himself as he gently squeezed and fondled her buttock, simultaneously licking her lips as he rubbed his chest against her nipples, hoping to make her push back against him in her sleep.
"Don't start, Finny, the mixer and banquet's in half an hour!" she yawned, pulling herself closer to him and kissing him lightly on the base of his throat.
"Shower time, Finn, and I mean just a shower, so put that thing away! You promised me a good seeing-to later, so whatever you've got cooking there, put it on the back burner, you're going to need it! Come on, baby, do my back...and ONLY my back!"
Lara rolled away from him, and squeaked in surprise as he rolled her back and kissed her lustfully, her lips stiff against his for a couple of seconds before melting as she kissed him back. They kissed for a minute or so, tongues darting inside each other's mouths, hands rubbing, touching, holding and squeezing, before Lara broke away with a giggle.
"That wasn't fair, you caught me by surprise! Now, up, Finny, we're guests here, and our hosts have asked us to attend; we have a duty to our hosts, it's the least we can do, and that also includes not being late. Now come on!"
Finn grinned, and let her tug him off the bed and into the shower, where he scrupulously kept his hands to himself, except when doing her back, as she'd requested. However, Lara refused point-blank his offer to help her dry-off.
"It's perfectly OK, Finny; I've been doing it since I was small, I know what to do!" she dimpled, smiling at his resigned look.
"Later, baby, I promise, let's just get this mixer thing out of the way, then we can come back here and you can hump me bowlegged if you can manage it, but right now, we have a party to attend, so hurry up and dry yourself off, I have things I need to do!"
Finn had to give his erection a serious talking-to; Lara was just over there, she was jiggling and quivering most fetchingly, and right now Little-Head wanted her so badly it was almost a physical pain.
After five minutes of thinking the un-sexiest thoughts he could, with no visible results, he gave a resigned sigh, switched the shower to 'Cold' and stepped in. That did the trick; two minutes of high-pressure icy needles on his groin deflated him and took his mind rather effectively off his sister with all her lovely bits quivering and jiggling in the other room.
Finn stepped out of the shower room shivering and gasping, his head clear at last, and proceeded to towel-off, making sure he kept his back to his sister or his head turned away at all times; he didn't fancy going through that all over again.
"I've laid out what you're wearing tonight, Finny!" she called out. "There was a garment-case here in the closet with your name on it, so I assume it's what you're supposed to wear tonight. I can't wait to see you in it!"
Finn turned to speak to her, but she'd already disappeared back into the small dressing room/closet to finish getting dressed. He padded over to the bed and picked up a fine, white silk duellist's shirt, complete with lace ruffles at the throat and trailing lace cuffs, together with a pair of light, stretchy breeches, like black jodhpurs, and a red satin sash. He looked at them incredulously.
"Sissy, there's been some kind of mistake! I can't wear this...fancy dress outfit; have you actually looked at it? All that's missing is the eye-patch and a fucking parrot! If I put this pansy-suit on, they'll take away my Guy-Card and I'll have to start ovulating!"
Lara poked her head out from the dressing room and grinned at him.
"It'll look great on you, Finny, dead romantic, just put it on; they obviously expect you to wear it, otherwise why did they have it here for you? Look, there's even a pair of boots to go with it. Honestly, you wear a lot less on the rugby pitch, and there's only twenty-nine other men there, all dressed in those spray-on shirts and shorts. At least here there's a whole bunch of girls to ogle you in that outfit, so quit moaning, baby, you'll look dead sexy, I promise you!"
Muttering, Finn slipped into the clothes provided. He looked in the dressing mirror, noting that every single muscle in his long legs were clearly outlined and highlighted, as well as the embarrassingly clear outline of his cock.
"Great, I look like the first course at a gay gang-bang..." he mused, wondering if any of the other guys there were going to be dressed as stupidly as he was. He slipped on the shiny knee-boots, almost like English riding boots, but soft and supple, with a top-brand designer name label. He wondered briefly how they knew his shoe size, then forgot about it as he caught his reflection in the mirror, and groaned aloud.
"Oh God, Sissy, I can't ponce around in this get-up! Look at me; please don't make me wear this clobber, I look like Zorro's gay brother, the one they don't talk about! Now I'm worried just what they expect from me tonight, because I tell you, wearing this get-up, I'll be bloody lucky if I get away without a Size 15 arsehole by the end of the night!"
Lara poked her head out again, and gasped softly; the full-sleeved white silk shirt flowed and billowed around him like an 18th century duellist. The waist sash emphasised his slim waist and hips, with the skin-tight breeches and knee-boots completing the illusion; all he needed was a cup-hilted rapier and he'd look like he'd just stepped out of the pages of a Dumas novel, poised to fight the evil Cardinal's guard for the honour of his lady. The bulge of his cock, coiled up at the apex of his thighs like a sleeping python, made her breath catch as she silently ogled him.
"God, he's gorgeous!" she thought to herself, happily drinking in the sight of her hot brother, eventually realising he was blushing, actually blushing, at her frank scrutiny. She quickly replayed what he'd just said, and smiled reassuringly at him.
"Finny, you look great, all sexy and romantic, like Lord Darcy about to seduce the chambermaids; now I wish we didn't have to go to this damned banquet; in that get-up, I feel like attacking you myself!"
Finn grinned, in spite of his misgivings, looking at himself in the mirror and trying to find an angle where he didn't look like one of the Village People... The chorus from Adam The Ants "Stand Deliver" echoing in his head, the bit about '...I'm the dandy Highwayman...' seeming particularly appropriate.
Eventually he gave up, and could only hope that the dining room, or wherever this mixer was happening, was dimly lit, or that every other guy had to wear the same ridiculous fancy-dress outfit; then at least they could all look like a pack of complete twerps together; misery loves company, after all.
Lara stepped out of the dressing room and posed for him.
"Taah-daah! How do I look Finny?" she smiled nervously.
Finn's jaw nearly smacked the floor as his cock lurched. She was wearing a sheer, one-piece black body stocking, a faint floral pattern worked into the weave, but it was still so sheer as to be entirely transparent. The material clung to every curve and contour, her bobbing breasts and nipples clearly visible. The stretchy material formed a perfect 'camel-toe' around her pussy, parting and clearly outlining her labia. When she turned for him to see all of her, he could see the material clinging lovingly to every curve and crease of her buttocks as they quivered and jiggled, the material even swooping into the cleft between her cheeks, further highlighting her spectacularly sexy bottom.
Even though she was covered from neck to ankle, she nevertheless managed to look more naked than if she'd just been nude, and infinitely more enticing; the material of the body stocking clung like a second skin, covering her completely yet concealing nothing, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Black stilettos with teetering 5-inch heels filled-out the ensemble, making her legs look impossibly long and alluring.
To complete the look, she'd applied bright crimson lipstick, and had rimmed her eyes with some kind of deep black mascara. The total effect was stunning.
Lara blushed when he said nothing, just stared at her, his eyes wide as he drank her in, with her midnight black hair piled up on her head with one long curl on each side, perfectly framing her beautiful face, and the sheer black body-stocking contrasting sharply with her glowing porcelain skin. Only her deep, cornflower-blue eyes and crimson lips relieved the otherwise monochrome look. On any other girl it might have looked stark, maybe even overdone, but with Lara's colouring it was the perfect look. Finn was bewitched.
"Fucking hell, Sissy, you look fucking amazing!" he murmured, "Let's not go to that stupid mixer. I'd rather stay in here and fuck you rigid!"
Lara smiled happily at his reaction, her eyes drawn to the large bulge at his crotch, then regretfully tearing her eyes away.
"Me too, Finny, but we're guests here, so we have to do what the host wants. Don't worry; as soon as we can gracefully bow out, I'll race you back here, okay?"
Finn nodded, never once taking his eyes off her.
"It's a deal Sissy. I can't wait!"
Lara grinned, and pirouetted gracefully, like a dancer.
"You really like it? I got it from Ann Summers; I had to order it and hope it didn't arrive when mum was in; Christ knows what she'd have said if she knew I was ordering stuff from sex shops, probably disown me on the spot!"
"You look ...incredible, like...everything I ever dreamed of...God, you're beautiful, Sissy!" he breathed, his eyes riveted on her as her body bounced and quivered so enticingly, her stiff nipples almost tearing through the flimsy material as they strained against it.
"You don't look so bad yourself, stud!" she grinned, lightly running her hands over his chest.
"Don't do that, Sissy...just don't, not while I'm wearing these stupid things, not unless you want everyone to see the Elliot family jewels!" he grinned, Lara grinning back as she caught his glance at his clearly outlined cock.
"If you touch me again, I can't guarantee we'll get as far as the mixer, not with you looking like that!"
Lara turned and flirted her sexy little bottom at him, Finn nearly groaning at the sight of those two delightful globes bobbing and rubbing together under that body-stocking with just a faint whisper of material, almost deafening him with his heightened perception of her. Lara grinned, and took his hand.
"Let's go Finny, let's go and mix; the sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can get back her so you can shove that thing in me again!"
Finn laughed, some of the tension draining out of him, and followed her as she led him once more to the room where they'd all assembled that afternoon. He was pleased and relieved to see that all the other boys were wearing the same get-up as him; they all still studiously avoided each other's eyes, though.
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The girls, though, were something else; each girl seemed to have scoured the sex shops and mail-order boutiques, procuring a whole array of heart-stopping outfits, ranging from the almost-modest like Lara's body-stocking, to frilly scraps of lace and dental-floss, outfits that would have been banned in a lap-dancing club, not so much concealing as highlighting every single salient point on their bodies.
Some of the boys were holding on to their sister's with a possessive, proprietary air, obviously determined to keep them close, and, considering what they were wearing, Finn wasn't in the least surprised; they all looked stunning, desirable, and truly fuckable. A few couples were even taking advantage of the dim lighting to make-out, and given the provocative way their sisters were dressed, Finn didn't blame them at all. He'd never before been surrounded by so much barely clad female flesh; what some of the girls were wearing for their brothers would hardly have made a bikini on Copacabana Beach, and the gallant male reflex was perilously near.
Lara watched him with a grin, seeing the agony on his face as he fought not to rise to the occasion, eventually taking pity on him. She pulled herself close, grinning as her eyes danced gleefully, and as he looked down at her in puzzlement, she nipped the base of his cock between her thumb and forefinger hard enough to make him grit his teeth and take his mind off everything except concentrating on not groaning at the sudden sharp pain.
"I thought you could use a helping hand!" she whispered, smiling innocently as he glared at her, the glare slowly turning to a sheepish grin.
"Yeah, you're right Sissy, thanks, that could have been embarrassing!" he whispered, his lips brushing her forehead; he daren't kiss her properly, or pain or not, he really would rise to the occasion, and he didn't think this was the time or place for that kind of display; at least, not yet.
Given what they were all wearing, though, Finn was starting to suspect some kind of orgy or sex-marathon was in the offing; if that was the case, he was taking Lara back to their room; he wasn't about to share her with anyone, not now, not ever, and if anyone even tried to make a pass at her, he was going to rip their arm off and beat them with the sticky end; Lara was his!
The double doors at the end of the room swung open, Evan and Sylvie standing there, but now their outfits were more in keeping with what the other guests were wearing. Sylvie was wearing a simple chiffon dress of late eighteenth-century design, long and flowing and gathered below her breasts, like the heroine in a period TV drama, although no actress would appear on television in such a sheer gown; she was naked underneath it, her erect nipples and coin-sized areolae, and her hairless labia clearly visible through the diaphanous garment. Her hair was styled in the classical revival style so popular during the Regency period, and she was wearing light embroidered slippers. Evan had on the same outfit as Finn and the other boys, and Finn noted that he was a powerfully built young man, almost as well-muscled as him. He gestured through the open doors.
"Ladies and gentlemen, if you please..."
People started filing into the next room, into what had obviously been a ballroom in days past, opulent to the point of dazzling. Long tables were placed along the back wall, laden with soft drinks and canapés, and there was even a large, ornate chocolate fountain. Finn piloted Lara over to one of the tables, and poured her a glass of sparkling mineral water, picking up a fruit juice for himself, and looked around. Everyone seemed to be slowly mixing and mingling, now that the initial embarrassment had passed. A couple of girls even tried to flirt with him, nothing meaningful, not with Lara standing there and smiling just a little too widely at them; just smiles and a pause to look him up and down.
Finn noticed a couple of the boys checking out Lara, and while he wasn't happy about how he thought the evening might end, no-one said or did anything inappropriate. If any ogling of Lara was being done, it was very discreet, for which he was grateful, although he had to admit, she was well worth more than a second look.
He didn't realise it, though, but his hand had strayed to her bottom, stroking her buttock gently, possessively, unconsciously signalling every male in the room that she was his exclusively. Lara in turn gently undulated and rubbed against him, her hand brushing his chest and stomach occasionally, signalling him that she accepted his ownership of her, and also telling the other girls there that he was hers.
Gradually, the atmosphere relaxed, and over the next hour or so Finn also relaxed enough to circulate and exchange pleasantries and laughing commiserations with some of the other boys who were also less than happy at what they were obliged to wear.
He found himself chatting to a group of the guys, all of them swapping stories and laughing at how their sisters had decoyed them there, and their reaction when they'd been told why they were there. Lara and a bevy of girls laughed and giggled some way away, no doubt boasting to each other just how they'd managed to fool their big brothers into accompanying them.
Other than his hand occasionally giving her bottom a gentle squeeze, he kept his hands off Lara; she'd already said she wanted him primed and fully-loaded when they got back to their room, so he kept his hands and his thoughts to himself as they circulated, finding the conversation and joking to have a calming effect. This warming up served to get everyone in the right mood for the banquet to come, and there was a lot of speculation as to what it would be like.
Eventually, at what Finn guessed was midnight, the double doors at the other end of the ballroom swung open, and a soft chime sounded.
"Ladies and gentlemen, dinner is served!" came a calm, cultured voice over a well-concealed sound-system, and the couples began filing, arm-in-arm or holding hands, into the long dining room glimpsed through the open doors. As they walked into the room, a girl with a basket of roses handed each of the boys a single long-stemmed rose, which they immediately gave to their sisters, receiving a kiss in return.
The long table in the dining room was even more opulently set than the tables in the atrium, ice sculptures, piles of fruit in extravagant silver baskets, and stunning summer flower and fresh greenery centrepieces very much in evidence. Evan took his place at the head of the table as each couple was shown to their seats by Sylvie, who then took her seat at the other end of the table. Once everyone was seated, and the whispered conversations had died away, Evan rose and smiled at everyone in turn.
"Ladies and gentlemen, my sisters and I thank you for all being here! Tonight Sylvie and I will be your hosts, and we would both like to once again welcome you to our home, and thank you for your gracious attendance here tonight. From what we've seen and heard so far, Sisterfest has been a great success, so please, the night is yours! Please eat, drink, enjoy yourselves, this is a party, and we have only the best for you! Our theme tonight is romance; old-fashioned, pure and simple romance; it is all about you and your lady; there are no limits, no rules except those of good manners and gentleness, so tonight let romance rule and your imagination have free rein! The ladies look absolutely ravishing, a fitting decoration for our summer gathering, so gentlemen, please, enjoy your dinner with your very own special lady!"
As he spoke, he paced along the length of the table, heads turning as he passed, his hands brushing companionably for fleeting seconds on shoulders as he spoke, finally stopping next to Sylvie, and when he finished speaking he bowed low to her, handing her a single rose before tilting her face up and pressing his lips to hers in a soft kiss.
That was obviously a signal, as a string quartet began playing elegant chamber music to accompany the meal, and a team of waiters now wheeled out trolleys and began serving out portions for the first course of the meal. Finn was dazzled by the type and quality of the expensive, elegant, and delicious food laid out before them, course after course; Vichyssoise, Moules Mariniers, Scottish lobster, salmon mousse, fillet of beef, roasted partridge, crème brouleé between courses, a dizzying whirl of deliciously sophisticated desserts, delicate and exotic. He tried to concentrate on the wonderful meal before him, but his head was full of Lara, how she looked, and what her nearness was doing to him.
All through the meal conversation had darted up and down the table, the couples on either side of them chatting with them about the food, the setting, the girls...and their plans for after the banquet, with Evan the perfect host, bantering and offering compliments to all the dinner guests, making sure the meal was to their liking, and ensuring everyone was enjoying themselves.
Although there were so many couples seated for dinner, Evan and his sister managed to convey the impression that this was a small, intimate dinner party for a select few friends. Even with his preoccupation with Lara, Finn still found time to chat and joke with the couples to either side and opposite them, laughing once again at how they'd been brought here and commenting on the food and the surroundings.
At times, Finn had felt the banquet was interminable, and they'd never get away; now, however, as the remains of the meal was cleared away, the atmosphere in the hall changed, the mood slowly going from festive to sultry. The music had changed: the chamber quartet had been replaced by a jazz combo, with a girl vocalist dressed in a skin-tight, black evening dress that swept the floor, complete with elbow length opera gloves, with her blonde hair teased-out into an extravagant bouffant, singing muted, torchy 1940's Cole Porter and Sammy Kahn ballads.
The lighting had gradually, imperceptibly dimmed, the lights no longer sparkling and reflecting vividly off the glasses and silverware. Now only the occasional highlight or flash of light from a crystal goblet could be seen as the subdued lighting cast the room in a much more intimate glow, suggesting firelight and cosiness, the perfect setting for romance and seduction. Now was the time for whispers and kisses, the suggestive dimness encouraging and enhancing intimacy. Finn pulled Lara closer, thinking he'd never seen her look so lovely as she did just then, but before they did anything more, he wanted to say something to her, something he thought he should have said a lot earlier.
"Sissy, I know we've...done things, and perhaps even gone past the point of no return, but before we go anywhere else I just wanted to say one thing."
Lara looked at him apprehensively, not sure where he was going; it didn't help that the way she bit her lip was the most appealing and erotic thing Finn had ever seen...
"What is it, baby, please, tell me Finny." she murmured.
Finn took her face in both hands and looked deep into her eyes.
"Sissy, everything we did, after all the stuff we did today, I just wanted you to know that I've wanted to do that with you for the longest time; I love you, Lara, and I think I always have. I can't think of a time when I didn't want you, and I can't see me ever not wanting you anymore. I don't know if you know where this night, this whole weekend is going, but if you want to call it a day, if you think we've gone too far, well, I need you to know that's alright with me, I'll take you home right now and we can forget this ever happened."
Lara looked at him levelly, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears.
"Finn Elliot, all I've ever wanted, for as long as I can remember, is you, period. I don't know where this weekend is going, and I don't care; as long as I'm with you nothing else matters. I love you Finny, and I'll never stop loving you!"
She grinned and reached out for him, pulling him closer for a soft but loving kiss, tender and romantic, not the frantic lip-judo of their earlier bouts of lovemaking. She pulled back to poke him lightly in the chest.
"And I never want to forget any of this; this is the day I finally got you for myself. I want this day burned into my memory forever! Am I forgiven for tricking you into coming here?"
Finn smiled as he brushed the two long strands of hair back from her face.
"There's nothing to forgive, Sissy. You can trick me like this every day for the rest of my life if it means I get to keep you for myself!"
Lara grinned and kissed him once more, putting even more into it than last time; when she finally broke their kiss, Finn felt more than slightly sandbagged. He glanced up and saw Evan and Sylvie watching him and Lara closely; when Finn looked at him, Evan grinned and nodded, then looked at Sylvie, who also nodded. Somewhat mystified at this, Finn turned his attention back to Lara.
The girl singer began another slow ballad, and Lara glanced at some of the other couples who were dancing close and smooching to the music, while the others lounged on love-seats arranged against the walls, holding and stroking each other as they watched the dancers, or enthusiastically making-out.
"Dance with me, Finny, you haven't danced with me since I was six, dance with me now, baby!" she murmured.
Finn was glad to oblige. The thought of holding his nubile sister close and kissing her some more was very appealing just then, so he led her out where some of the other couples were moving and swaying to the soft music. Finn was amazed at how well she moulded against him, as though designed for that very purpose; the feel of her softness as she moved to the music, the scent of her hair, her beautiful eyes as she gazed up at him, and finally the taste of her lips as he kissed her, the arousal he was feeling, all blended into a perfect moment he would remember for the rest of his life.
Lara was feeling it too; the closeness of her adored Finny, his simple declaration of love for her, and the way he held her, like he never meant to let her go. All these things told her in big letters that she and Finn were a couple, now and forever. Smiling at the thought, Lara once again pulled Finn's head down to kiss him.
"What was that for, baby?" he smiled, squeezing her gently.
"No reason Finny, except I love you!" she grinned back.
Finn pulled her closer to him, enjoying the feel of her against him, dancing with her for what seemed like hours, as the band played a selection of romantic standards. Finally, Lara reached up for him, pulling him down and kissing him, their lips locked together as she ground briefly against him, gasping at the iron-hard cock rubbing against her swelling, tender labia. She looked back up at him, seeing her need reflected in his eyes.
"I think this dinner's over for us; take me back to our room, Finny!" she husked, her throat suddenly dry. Finn looked around to see if he could spot their hosts, to thank them for the evening, and spotted Evan dancing with Sylvie, both of them lost in a deep kiss.
Evan looked up and smiled at him, as did Sylvie, who winked at him and made a small "nighty-night" gesture with her fingers. Evan grinned and nodded, before sliding his hand down to clasp his sister's pert, rounded buttock as they resumed their kiss, his other hand gently squeezing her breast as he rubbed his thumb over her nipple.
Finn took Lara's hand, leading her through the door and along the corridors to their room. As he turned to her after closing and locking the door, Lara was there, already peeling off the black body-stocking, her breasts quivering and dancing in her haste to pull it off.
"Naked, Finny, NOW!" she gritted, although it was unnecessary; he was already yanking off the lightweight garments, longing to free himself from the restrictive breeches. He'd thought he wanted her before, but that had been nothing to how he was feeling right now; now his need for her was gigantic, all consuming; Lara was the only thing in the world he wanted, and he wanted her right now!
As he pulled off the breeches, Lara landed in his arms, her moist slit rubbing against his erection as she ground against him.
"Oh Christ, baby, I want you so bad, just do it to me now, please Finny!" she groaned.
Finn sank to the deep, decadently soft carpet, pulling Lara down with him, to kiss her as his hands roamed over her nakedness, fingertips touching, probing, making her even hotter, pushing her arousal to almost fever-pitch. She broke their kiss to hold him motionless above her for a heartbeat, her eyes telling him what she wanted him to do. As her hips lifted to meet him, she guided his swollen, aching penis to the entrance to her pussy, her equally swollen labia slick with arousal and ready to receive him.
Finn groaned as his cock parted her slick labia and the damp heat and tightness of her pussy enfolded the tip of his throbbing hardness, then the sudden rush as he slid into her, the incredible sensation of her hot wetness surrounding him even as the pulsing contractions of her pussy squeezed and milked him.
Lara hissed in satisfaction as he slid into her, orgasm rising up and slamming into her almost immediately as her over-stimulated pussy finally received what it had desired most: Finn's iron-hard cock. Finn could barely hold back; the sight of his gorgeous sister in that play-suit, her nearness all evening, everything about her was chiming inside him, pushing him almost beyond his limits, and he had to fight to remain calm, to back away, to hold off the insistent climax building inside him. When Lara pulled him down to her and kissed him, her mouth hot and demanding, his self control evaporated.
Lara gasped, a guttural croaking sound as Finn jammed himself all the way inside her velvety warmth, his cock head swelling as his balls tightened, and with a powerful, muscular throb, spray after spray of spunk erupted from him, pouring into her in endless streams, the sweet agony of holding back all evening suddenly relieved as he filled her pussy with his cream.
Lara screamed , a high, wordless gasp as orgasm once more swelled and exploded inside her, taking away thought, and words, vision and hearing, the blood roaring in her ears as the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced burned and flared through her. As she tightened around him, Finn felt his cock give another massive pulse as even more sperm exploded from him, painting her walls as he filled her, his own vision and hearing shutting down in the intensity of his climax.
The two of them lay together, hearts hammering as they recovered from the intensity of their mutual orgasm. Their lips and hands sought each other out even as they lay in their sweat, slumped on the carpet, kisses and caresses becoming more insistent as strength returned, and with the return of their strength came a renewed need for each other. Finn's mind was filled with the conversation he and Lara had had earlier; now he wanted to ram his hardness into his sister's tightest hole and flood her bowels with his spunk, to take this last part of his beautiful sister, as he had promised her earlier.
As they kissed, his fingers groped and plundered her, Lara willingly surrendering as his questing fingers roamed over and into her tight body; as he rubbed and caressed, teased and gently slid his fingers into her taut little bottom-hole, she squeezed and caressed his flagging cock, coaxing it back to thrumming readiness. She knew what was running through his mind right now; she was feeling and thinking the same things; a burning need filled her, an almost overwhelming desire to give herself to her darling Finny in such a depraved, exciting way.
She'd dreamed of it so many times, rubbing and fondling herself as she played in her dreams with her gorgeous brother, letting him do anything he wanted to her. Her mind was in such a whirl she could barely concentrate on what he was whispering as he kissed her hotly while he groped her, so great was her need to be taken in that wonderful way. All she wanted was to experience her darling Finn's big prick as he rammed it into her tender, puckered little arsehole and filled her with his steaming hot spunk.
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With Lara, to think was to act, so she pulled away from her brother's loving, lustful caresses and clambered to her feet, giggling as yet more of his spunk ran out of her gaping pussy and down the insides of her thighs.
"Finny, you dirty, dirty boy!" she mock scolded him, "Look what you did to me, I'm all spunky, you naughty man!" she grinned, her eyes sparkling devilishly. Finn wasn't in the least fooled by her words, getting to his feet and pulling her to him by her pert little buttocks all in one move.
"Don't come the innocent, Sissy, you loved it!" he grinned, and Lara pulled his head down so she could kiss him.
"Of course I loved it, I never said I didn't!" she giggled into his mouth, then gasped as he slid his finger all the way into her tight anus all over again.
"I promised you I was going to fuck your arse tonight; get ready for a real bum-stretching!" he grinned happily, his eyes glinting with innocent lechery as he thrust his finger in and out of her. Lara writhed at the sensations swirling around inside her, need for him topmost in her mind. She kissed him as she wriggled against him, grinding once more against his rapidly erecting cock
"You filthy, dirty beast!" she giggled, "My mum warned me about boys like you! Now you've done all those nasty things to me, I suppose you want some more?"
Finn leered happily as he squeezed her bottom even harder, pulling her cheeks apart to make her gasp.
"You betcha! We haven't started even started yet, and the night is young! Come to bed, Sissy, you dirty girl, I want to play!"
Lara kissed him and led him back to the bed, watching as he climbed on and turned to her, an expectant grin on his face. Lara grinned back, rummaging in the bedside cabinet for a moment before finding what she wanted.
"I need to clean up a little, wait for me, Finny, I'll just be a minute!"
With that, she hurried into the bathroom, from where came the sound of the shower running briefly. A few minutes later she re-emerged, naked, her makeup restored, and a waft of floral shower soap surrounding her.
"I needed that, baby, now we can really play!" she grinned wickedly. Finn's already solid erection grew even more pronounced, almost painfully so, as his gorgeous naked sister climbed onto the bed next to him and planted her lips on his, taking hold of and squeezing his rigid cock as she did so.
Finn kissed her back even more urgently, his hands roaming over her, squeezing and pulling apart her taut buttocks, his fingers slipping into her pussy and sliding teasingly over her taut little pucker. Finn grinned as his fingers slipped easily into her anus, the little pucker slick with lubricant, more evidence that she wanted this as much as he did; good girl, she thought ahead!
At the thought of what they were preparing to do, his need to have her overcame any reservations or lingering doubts, and so he rolled her onto her front and positioned himself above her, his almost supernaturally hard cock brushing her labia. Lara gasped as he slid forward, slowly slipping himself back into her damp pussy, to pump in and out of her. Lara gasped and moaned as she pushed back against him, helping him slide deeper into her with every stroke. She reached behind her, blindly groping for his face. Finn captured her fingertips with his lips, making her smile even as she pushed herself backwards onto him.
"Jesus, baby, you're massive, I don't know how I got all that inside me!" she gasped.
Finn responded by nuzzling her neck as his hands slid around her torso and cupped her breasts, his fingers gently squeezing her taut nipples, wringing a groan from her. He slid back out of her and pulled her to her knees, then held her hips as he slowly pushed back in to her, savouring the feel of her heat enfolding him again.
"Ooooohhhhh God, yesss, like that, Finny, just like that!" moaned Lara, delightful sensations swirling and chiming through her as her brother's talented cock once more filled her completely. Finn was again enthralled at the sight of his cock pumping slowly between her round, delectable buttocks, the twin translucently pale globes gently bouncing and jiggling as he thrust into her.
As he pumped into the beautiful girl, his eyes were drawn to her pink little pucker, the tight creases of her tempting little anus slick with a layer of lube, calling to him. Almost without conscious thought he slid a finger into that tight ring, hearing her faint gasp as he pushed into her all the way to the second knuckle. He pumped her bum hole in time to the thrusting of his cock inside her pussy, enjoying her gasps and soft moans as he pleasured both holes, and then he spotted the tube of lubricant gel where Lara had left it on the bed.
Lara gasped in sudden loss as Finn pulled out of her completely, pulling her back on her haunches so she was leaning against him, her eyes closed as her chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing. Finn cupped her firm little breasts as he kissed and nibbled her shoulders and the back of her neck.
"Are you sure you're ready for the next part, baby-girl?" he murmured, feeling Lara squirm against his solid erection, feeling how hard and ready for her he was.
"Do it, Finny, I've wanted this for so long. Shove that big cock inside my bum; I want you to bugger me, baby; I want you to fuck my arse and fill me up!" she whispered, reaching behind to hold and squeeze him, making him groan softly.
"Just do it slowly, Finny, please, don't...don't go too hard, don't hurt me!" she murmured, and Finn pulled her against him, wrapping his arms around her, letting her know he'd never hurt her.
"If you want, we can do this another time, baby-girl; I don't want you to do this just because you think I want it; if you're scared, we can stop now; I don't need this!" he told her as he nuzzled her, kissing her neck, her earlobes, the side of her mouth as she turned toward him.
"Thank you baby, I know you mean that, but I really want to try this; all I could think about all night was you doing it to me like that. Love me like that, Finny, I really want you to!"
Finn turned her almost all the way round so he could kiss her properly, then picked up the tube of gel and spread a thick smear along his finger. Lara gasped and giggled as he rubbed the cold gel around her crinkled little anus, her giggles giving way to sighs as he slowly pushed the gel into her, sliding his finger in and out to spread it in a little, feeling her gradually relax enough for him to slide a second finger into her. Lara began to push back against him as he pumped two fingers into her, her breathing becoming quicker as her arousal climbed.
Now Finn gently urged her back onto all fours, spreading a last finger of lubricant around her anus before squeezing out a large smear and slowly spreading it around the head of his swollen cock. He could hardly contain himself; at last, he was going to live the dream; he was actually going to fuck his beautiful sister in her arse!
With the tip of his cock slathered in lube, he rose up on his knees and shuffled up behind her, positioning himself properly, and gently pushed the head of his cock against the tight creased pucker of his sister's creased little anus. Lara murmured apprehensively, and Finn stopped pushing immediately, concerned that he was hurting her.
"No, Finny, don't stop, please, just...slowly, please?" she murmured. Finn leaned forward and gently kissed her on her back, promising her again that he wouldn't hurt her.
Once again, he gently pressed the head of his cock against her anus, prodding at her with tiny movements, each little thrust slipping his swollen head incrementally further into her, listening to the little noises she made in response to his micro-thrusts, fully prepared to pull out at the first sign of distress.
As he pushed forward Lara began pushing back against him, forcing his head further into her with each push. The feel of her anal ring squeezing him was almost unbearable; with that came so many different, conflicting needs; he wanted to plunge into her, he wanted to stay still and savour the heat, he wanted to keep feeling the amazing compression as she slowly, slowly took him in, but most of all, he wanted to bury his cock in her depths and feel the heat of her anus as it squeezed and rippled along his entire length.
Lara seemed to be feeling the same things; she maintained a steady push back against him, and Finn, not knowing what else to do, pushed forward, until, suddenly, her ring relaxed and he slid all the way into her.
"Oooh God, Finny, slowly!" gulped Lara, her ring clamped tightly around the base of his cock, pushing back against him even as she begged him to go slower.
Finn was in a world of his own; he couldn't believe he was here, with Lara, the girl of his dreams, with his thick cock shoved all the way up inside her tightest hole. He looked down, seeing the glistening ring of her distended anus wrapped around his shaft, exactly as he'd always fantasised. That alone was almost enough to make him blow his load there and then, but he bit it back, determined to do to his sister what he'd promised: fuck her arse properly and fill her with his spunk.
He came back to the real world slowly, the sound of Lara mewling softly every time he moved slowly dragging him back to reality. As he started to withdraw from her, Lara gasped out loud, her ring tightening around him all over again.
"Oh God, yes, do that, that feels so good, yess Finny, oh my God, oh my God!" she stuttered as he slid nearly all the way out of her anus. For some reason, it was almost as difficult pulling out as it was going in, but Finn wasn't complaining; it felt fucking amazing! Lara seemed to agree, if the way she pushed back against him was any indication. As he slid back into her, the way a little easier now, Lara jerked and trembled at the feel of being filled so completely again.
Every time Finn withdrew and slid back in, Lara gasped and pushed herself harder against him, until they were pumping against each other, Finn pounding himself into her arse, and Lara flexing and jerking as incredible sensations roared and battered through her, emanating from her tight anus where Finn's thick cock was doing such a good job of fucking her almost senseless.
At last, feeling herself close, Lara reared up on her haunches, her arms going around Finn's neck, her hands on the back of his neck as she held herself against him, sliding her distended anal ring up and down on his pistoning cock.
Finn held her to him, his cupped hands holding her breasts as he thrust into her, with Lara pushing back against him as he jammed himself into her, wanting him to fuck her harder, faster, to ream her out; he could actually feel her wanting coming off her in waves, that low-grade telepathy siblings share on rare occasions for a few seconds telling him that what he was feeling from her was real.
Finn slid his arms down to wrap them around Lara's waist, urging her forward. As she leaned forward, her hands flat on the bed to support herself, her rear tilted up, squeezing his cock even tighter. Finn groaned as his cock hardened to an almost impossible degree as he pumped in and out of her tight hole, ramming into her in a frenzy of need.
Finn suddenly released her waist and urged her forward onto her stomach, following her down so now she was lying flat on her stomach as he reared up over her, his hands planted on the bed next to her as he pistoned his cock into her tightest hole. Lara could feel him speeding-up, telling her he was on his short strokes, and she was almost there herself, the act of her lovely brother laying her down and sodomizing her so perfectly almost overloading her already dazzled inner-self.
Finn froze with a deep, heart-felt groan of release; his pumping cock suddenly stilled inside her as jets of hot spunk once more burst from his pulsating cock, bathing her insides with his hot tribute.
That was enough to trigger her own release, and Lara screamed as orgasm flared and swept through her, her body shuddering and quaking with the force of it, her eyesight dimming and her ears popping as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed from her centre, bathing her entire body in their hot glow. She shook and trembled for long seconds, mewling with the intensity of her final release, her clawed hands digging into the bedclothes as she pushed her rump back at him, taking him fully into her depths as he filled her with his seed.
Lara froze, holding position for long seconds as aftershocks flared and rippled through her, her heart pounding even as her convulsing rectum rippled powerfully, milking every last drop of sperm from her brother's twitching, pulsating cock. At last she slumped back down on the bed, Finn's cock sliding out of her as she disengaged, even the act of pulling herself off him triggering yet more powerful aftershocks as orgasm once more spun and ricocheted through her.
Finn collapsed on the bed next to her, as winded as she, both of them too blown to do anything except lie together, gently touching and caressing each other until the world came back into focus.
At last, Finn raised his head and kissed her neck tenderly, his arms once more tightening around her as he hugged her to him.
"Oh Christ all-fucking-mighty, that was amazing!" he murmured, "I want to do that again with you, Sissy, that was the best thing I ever...I mean...oh Sissy, you were...Jesus, that was so good!"
Lara sighed and nestled back against her brother, pulling his arm more comfortably around her, enjoying his warmth and feeling safe and protected in the circle of his arm.
"Oh Finny, that was just...incredible...I never thought anything could be like that, it was just so...so wonderful! I love you so much, Finny!"
Finn nibbled her ear, making her shift and giggle, and his hands shifted slightly, to once more cup and squeeze her breasts.
"I love you too, Sissy, I'll never stop loving you; I want to keep on doing this with you forever! I don't care what mum thinks, or what she says; you're mine now, and I'm keeping you, so there!"
Lara reached up to stroke Finn's cheek.
"I don't think mum will have much to say, not now I know what she's been up to!"
Finn was intrigued by that cryptic statement, but too blown to follow it up; other things were on his mind just then.
"Come on, Sissy, shower-time!" he grinned, gently pinching her delectable bottom. Lara reached down and lightly dragged a fingernail along his scrotum, Finn gasping as she did so.
"Will you promise to do all my bits this time?" she smiled tiredly, and Finn gathered her in, kissing her even as he once more squeezed and jiggled her taut buttocks.
"I'll wash anything you want, as hard or as fast as you want it done, that's a promise, only come on; you're starting to doze, and we both really, really need a shower!"
After an enjoyable, relaxing hot shower, Finn and Lara retired to bed once again; Finn wasn't sure what the exact time was, but his internal clock told him it was long after four in the morning, and they barely had the energy to climb into bed, but when they did, they slept like dead things.
PART 4: THE SECOND DAY
Finn woke suddenly, unsure what it was that woke him. A small tremor from Lara, spooned against him, alerted him that something was wrong, and as he put his arm around her, she turned a tear-stained face to him. Finn was nonplussed; he hadn't seen her cry since she was a little girl, but he knew that something must be very wrong to upset her like this.
"What is it Sissy, why are you crying? Please don't cry baby; tell me what's wrong." he murmured. Lara looked up at him, confusion and guilt in her eyes, and suddenly he knew why she was crying.
"Finny, what have we done?" she blurted out, tears thick in her throat. "This was wrong, I was wrong, I was so, so wrong! I tricked you into coming here because I wanted this, and it's all my fault; you're my big brother, I'm not supposed to do this with you, I'm not supposed to seduce you like this, I'm so sorry, Finny, now I've gone and broken everything! Please don't hate me, Finny, please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I couldn't help it, I just...I wanted you so much, oh Finny...!"
Finn held her close; right now she didn't need a lover; this was big-brother time, the way it used to be long ago, before they'd grown apart. He held her close to his chest, letting his heartbeat soothe her, the way it did when they were younger and she'd come crying to him over something or other.
"Shh, don't cry, it's alright, Sissy, it's all alright, don't cry, baby-girl, shh!" he crooned softly, gently rubbing her back as she cried softly against him. "Everything's alright, Lara, I don't hate you, I'll never hate you; this is me, it's Finny, all I'll ever do is love you, remember? I promised you I'd love you forever, and I will, only you, Sissy, no-one else!"
But even as he calmed her, his own guilt began to churn inside him; supposing she was right? He was her older brother; he was supposed to look after her, not sleep with her, and certainly not do the things they'd already done. Maybe she was right to feel guilty, because right now all he could see was a yawning chasm of problems for them; of all their friends, would anyone accept them as a couple? What about mum and Uncle Mike? They would be mortified, they'd be tainted by what he and his sister had done; incest was illegal, people went to prison for that, so how could they keep this secret, or go back to living ordinary lives again? How could they live with an elephant this big in the room with them? Could he and Lara live as outcasts, cut off from their family and friends, their past, everything that made them who they were? Everything came with a price; how high a price would they have to pay for what they'd done?
He became aware of Lara's eyes on him, and with that came the certainty that she'd shared every one of his musings. As he looked into her eyes, over and above everything else, he was still aware of just how beautiful she was, tear-ravaged face or not. Her eyebrow quirked up and Finn answered the unvoiced question.
"Maybe you're right, Sissy, maybe this was all wrong; perhaps we should go, just get out of here and try and pretend this never happened?"
Lara leaned up on her elbow to look into his eyes, her beautiful eyes huge and luminous, and her expression set and serious.
"If I thought for one second you really mean that, Finn Elliot, I'd kill you myself! I'm allowed to have five minutes of cold-feet, and that's gone now; what I can't do is forget how I feel about you, or pretend I never loved you; don't ask me to do that, because it's just not possible! Everything that comes after this weekend, we'll handle, OK? I'm not letting you go, no matter what. I think we can have a life together, a good life; it's a gamble I'm willing to take. There are no real certainties in life, Finny, but I'm certain of one thing, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes; I love you, and I'll always love you; you belong to me, and I'm not giving you up; my life for you Finny, and only you!"
Finn felt his eyes pricking as Lara opened her heart for him, and gave up everything for him. It stunned and humbled him that she was willing to give up everything, her whole life, to be with him. She'd said things he didn't know how to say, stirring him inside, making him understand properly just who she was and what she meant to him, and what he meant to her.
She leaned closer and kissed him once, softly.
"I know I can't be your sister anymore; this whole "Sisterfest" thing has taken care of that; so that leaves two other choices; you can be my lover or my best friend. I already have a best friend, so I guess that leaves my lover, so that's what I choose!"
Finn looked closely at her, unsure how to describe his thoughts and fears for their future, if they even had one, but as he made to speak, Lara touched his lips, silencing him.
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"Stop worrying Finny, and stop over-thinking things; once you finish uni, are you coming back to Ledbury?"
Finn shook his head emphatically; the thought of living out the rest of his life buried in the rural heart of Herefordshire, a paradise for expats from London instead felt like a particularly grim form of living death to him. Lara grinned at his expression.
"Neither am I, Finny. Once you graduate you'll find a job; hopefully it will be in London, or Birmingham, or maybe overseas; whichever it is, I'm coming with you; wherever we go there'll be no-one who knows who and what we are. As far as I'm concerned, this weekend is the start of a new life for me; I'm no longer Finn Elliot's little sister, I can't be, and you can't think of me that way anymore; now I'm your girlfriend, and one day, when I can figure out how, I'll be your wife, or as near as we can get. Satisfied?"
Finn's mind spun and teetered as he tried to catch his mental balance. Somehow, in a couple of well-thought out sentences, Lara had solved their problems, all except the biggest one: mum.
"You forgot one thing, Sissy. What happens when mum finds out and goes fucking fruit-loops at the pair of us? You know what she's like; she's going to go Terminator on me, then make you mop up the bloodstains!"
Lara grinned slyly.
"And that, my darling Finny, is where my secret weapon comes in; I know how to back mum off permanently, so long, auf weidersehen, adios muchachos, the end, period!"
Finn looked skeptical.
"Come on then, my spunky little sex-bunny, share, convince me!"
As he said it, something clicked in his head, something Lara had said earlier about their mother, something about what she'd been getting up to. He pulled Lara closer and kissed her on her nose.
"You said something about this earlier, last night, whatever, something about mum, wasn't it?"
Lara looked up at him, a sprite of mischief dancing in her eyes.
"I said that I doubted mum would have too much to say about what we're doing, because I know what she's been up to!"
Finn grinned a little unsurely.
"OK, now you've piqued my curiosity, so I'm going to bite; just what exactly has mum been up to?"
Lara pushed Finn until he rolled onto his back, immediately pulling herself closer so she was lying on his chest, her face a couple of inches from his.
"Well, Finny, I left the house a couple of weeks ago to run down to Haley's place and left mum alone in the house. I got half-way to Haley's when I realised I'd left a CD I'd promised her back in my room, so I went back to get it. When I got home, the back door was open, so I went in that way instead of using the front door, which was lucky; mum was on the phone in the hallway, talking to Uncle Mike."
Finn nodded, not seeing any wrong-doing here; Uncle Mike was their mother's older brother, so what?
Lara paused, her eyes dancing with suppressed glee.
Finn waited, until the suspense got to be too much.
"Well, so what? Get on with it, Lara, or let me up; I need some breakfast!"
Lara smacked him lightly on the chest, more a mild rebuke than any kind of assault.
"I'm coming to it Finny, give a girl a chance to tell the goss, this is really juicy!"
Finn grinned resignedly; when Lara was ready, she'd tell it in her own way, so he contented himself with squeezing and jiggling her bottom while gently scraping a fingernail along her crinkled little rosebud, making her wriggle against him..
"Cut it out, baby, I'm trying to tell you something!" she protested. "Anyway, as I was saying, mum was talking to Uncle Mike, but it was stuff I never thought I'd ever hear her say, ever; she was telling him how much he filled her up, and how sore her pussy was but how much she missed his big cock filling her up, and how she wished she could be with him right there and then so he could fuck her some more, and how she wanted to go there again soon so he could fuck her all weekend, stuff like that!"
Finn was open-mouthed in shock; mum? Uncle Mike? Oh my God! His head whirled as he tried to think of the two of them, his mother and her older brother, naked, doing...it, all weekend long. It was...it was...he didn't know what it was, but now, his mother's long weekends away at her brother's place in Oswestry, her cryptic telephone conversations with Mike, half words and silences, now it all made sense. As he thought about it, the corners of his mouth quirked up; no wonder she'd been in such a good mood lately!
Finn looked up at Lara, her grin mirroring his own.
"The dirty, randy cow!" he grinned, "All that stuff about helping Mike with his business, all that 'I'm staying over because we have so much to do...' bullshit, and all the time she's up there getting parked-up by her brother? Her and Mike, who'd have thought it! I can't believe it, I talked to her day before yesterday on the phone from Mike's place, she was telling me to pick some stuff up from the supermarket, and all the time Mike's hunched over her...oh God, that's an image I didn't need! Now we know why he always sounds so fucking hammered, she must be sucking him dry! I suppose that's one way to make a happy man very old...!"
Lara pealed laughter, partly at the images Finn had conjured up for her, partly at his reaction.
"There, so now you know, so when she gets up on her high-horse about you and me boinking ourselves comatose, there's the perfect counter-strike right there!"
Finn slid his hand down to gently cup her pussy as his other hand squeezed and fondled her firm little bum-cheeks.
"Speaking of boinking...!" he grinned, watching Lara as she grinned and slid up along him, turning slightly so she was now lying on top of him. Her lips caught his as her hand snaked down between them to hold and squeeze his rapidly erecting cock, and they kissed deeply, his fingers rubbing and caressing her pussy as her fingers encircled and squeezed his cock, jerking him to full hardness.
"What are you doing, you bad girl?" grinned Finn, "Don't you know what happens to bad girls who do nasty things like that?"
Lara paused what she was doing, leaning up to look into her brother's eyes, and deliberately squeezed and rubbed him even harder.
"Do they get their poochie's filled-up with their brother boyfriend's nasty, runny, sticky spunk?" she lisped, rubbing her stiff nipples across his chest. That did it for Finn; in one swift motion he rolled over, pinning her under him, holding her taut little bum cheeks as he slid between her thighs. Lara gasped as his thick cock hot-dogged her pussy lips, scraping gently across her clitoris and making sharp little zings of pleasure zip through her.
"Oh Finny, that's so nice, do that again!" she husked, so he obliged, gently sawing his cock back and forth across her swelling pussy.
Lara closed her eyes as he stimulated her clitoris with his cock, never once penetrating her, just frotting her perfectly. It was having its effect on him too; the sight of his gorgeous sister writhing naked underneath him, the heat and damp of her eager pussy sliding along the length of his cock, her soft gasping mewing sounds as she rubbed against his hardness, all these were trying to make him come, hard.
As he sawed back and forth, the hard bead of her clitoris rubbed against him, both of them gasping at the heightened sensation. It took all his will-power to hold back from just ramming himself into his sister's tight pussy and fucking her senseless.
Lara began to push more determinedly against him, rubbing herself against him as he rubbed against her, her eyes tight shut as she humped enthusiastically against him. Finally, she reached up, pulling Finn down to her, and as their lips met, she came in a rush of sweet-scented fluids, bathing Finn's cock and balls in her aromatic ejaculate.
That was too much for Finn, his hoarse shout of bliss mingling with her muted scream as orgasm overtook them both. Something convulsed deep inside him as a jet of semen burst from him to coat Lara's belly with a glaze of hot, creamy spunk, spurt after spurt pumping from him to paint her belly and pool in the dimple of her navel. Lara held and squeezed his cock, directing the spurts of semen, finally letting him go as he sank down beside her, a contented look on both their faces.
They turned to each other for a final kiss, Finn holding her to him as he once more kissed her the best way he knew how. When he let her go, Lara rolled onto her back, a slightly glazed expression on her face.
"I never knew you could kiss like that, baby, you can't escape now. You'll have to keep doing that to me forever!"
Finn rolled on his side to look into her eyes.
"OK, it's a deal, only..."
"What, what is it Finny?" asked a suddenly apprehensive Lara.
Finn grinned.
"Don't ask me to do that again right now, I'm nearly dead here, so please, please, can we go to breakfast, I need food!"
After a quick shower, they dressed, a little more conservatively this time; Finn in jeans and a polo shirt, and Lara in a tank top and tight shorts and a pair of gladiator sandals. As they were leaving the room, Lara grinned and pulled down her shorts at the back to show Finn she wasn't wearing any panties.
"Why the commando, Sissy, were you expecting any action at breakfast?" grinned Finn. Lara thumped him on his upper arm.
"No Finny, unless, of course, the mood takes you and just you can't resist me; just don't forget why I brought you here, though; this isn't a weekend mixer, you know; this is an advanced, intensive course in how to rampantly shag your little sister, only, I guess I'm not your sister anymore, am I? In any case, what we've done so far is just the entrée; I expect the main course later, stud-boy!"
Finn grinned at her forthrightness.
"Just what are you expecting then, fiancée of mine?"
Lara smiled back, her eyes sparkling at hearing what Finn had called her, pulling her tank-top tight so her nipples stuck out at him.
"Thank you for that, Sweetie! And today, surprise me, baby! All I want is earth-shaking, bed-breaking, window-rattling, monkey-fucking; I want to make noises only bats can hear, and I want to shift this place off its foundations, so put that inventive, dirty, over-sexed little mind of yours to work on it, stud-muffin. I expect to be hyper-fucked today! Just remember, I didn't bring you here to admire the bloody décor!"
Finn pulled her close and kissed her as he pushed her shorts down to the tops of her thighs, allowing him to fondle her firm, rounded little rump, squeezing and gently pulling apart the satiny globes, making her gasp as she kissed him back.
"I've got all the scenery I need right here! Love you Sissy!"
Lara ground gently against him as her hands slid inside his shirt to caress and squeeze his solid back muscles.
"And I love you too, Finny, never forget that; this weekend was supposed to make you mine, but you should know one thing; I was always yours..." she murmured into his neck as she nuzzled him.
Finn released her; appealing as Lara was right now, with her tight little shorts pulled down to her thighs and her shapely, sexy bottom available for him to squeeze and jiggle, the lions were roaring, and he needed food, so, reluctantly, he pulled her shorts back up and kissed her one last time.
"OK, Sissy, I'm done, I'll top-off your tank later, but now feed me, Pretty Lady!"
Lara led the way, following the tiny inset LED's on the walls blinking in time to her bracelet, along a corridor Finn hadn't seen yet, to another pair of double doors.
As they approached, the doors swung open into a large, airy, brightly lit atrium set up as a reasonable facsimile of an outdoor bistro, circular tables with centre umbrellas scattered randomly, with a long table along one wall filled to overflowing with food, hot and cold, to cater for every breakfast taste, and a coffee bar with a pair of Baristas ready to make any coffee requested.
Finn quickly filled two plates with toast, scrambled eggs, and sausages, and brought them back to the table where Lara was seated. As they ate, other couples at adjacent tables chatted with them, the room filled with the sound of conversation and laughter.
Finn noticed Evan and his two sisters circulating around the tables, stopping to chat and laugh with everyone, charming hosts seeing to their guest's needs. Lara tucked into her breakfast with a will, eventually sending Finn back to the buffet to bring her a selection of fruit, and as they talked about what had happened between them, Finn glanced up to see Evan grinning at them
"Finn, Lara, may I join you?"
Lara smiled and indicated an empty chair, Evan seating himself and smiling happily at them.
"First off, let me thank you for coming. I do hope you're enjoying yourselves?"
Finn was completely disarmed by his easy charm and relaxed manner, and smiled back, taking Lara's hand as he did so.
"We're having a great time, this is the most...unique party I've ever attended! Do you hold parties like this often?"
Evan smiled as he beckoned Robyn over.
"My sisters and I hold these several times a year, usually at special times of the year: Hallowe'en, Valentine's Day, New Year, that sort of thing, but this is the first mid-summer party; I think you'll agree, it seems to have been a great success so far."
Robyn joined them, plumping down onto Evan's lap and kissing his cheek as his arm curled around her waist. Like Lara, she was dressed casually, tiny shorts and a polo shirt, with simple tennis shoes to complete the outfit. She winked at Lara and grinned.
"My sister and I noticed you at dinner last night, Lara, you really are a stunner; perhaps you'd like to play with us later?"
Robyn giggled and batted her eyelids at Finn, who stared blankly, his mouth hanging open and his cheeks flaming. Robyn kissed her fingertip and grinned wickedly as she touched him on the lip with it.
"Your brother is just the sweetest, most darling thing, Lara, oooh I just want to bite him! Don't worry, Finny, we're not going to steal her away from you, or let anyone else play with her, but you can watch if you like!"
She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
"And if you ask nicely, we'll let you play with us as well!" she said in a loud stage whisper. Finn's cheeks burned all over again, looking helplessly at Lara, who was bursting with the effort of not laughing as Robyn teased him.
Evan pinched his sister's bottom, making her wriggle and grind herself against him.
"Leave him alone, Bobbi, let the poor man finish his breakfast!"
Robyn pouted, then blew Finn a kiss as she winked again at Lara.
"When you're ready, kids, the pool's open, come and join us! I bet we can think of something to do to pass the time; oooh, I can hardly wait!"
She shimmied as she smiled seductively and blew a kiss at Finn, who paled and then blushed scarlet all over again. Robyn laughed, a fresh, happy tinkle of amusement, then kissed Evan and jumped off his lap to begin circulating around the tables again. Finn wiped his forehead as Lara smiled fondly at him; Robyn had completely unnerved him, and he was deeply glad to be out of her cross-hairs.
Evan reached over and clapped Finn on the shoulder.
"Don't take too much notice of Robyn; she likes to keep people off-balance, but she's a sweet girl. She's right though; both my sisters noticed you last night, both of you, and we'd like to get together later with you for a little chat; we need to make some decisions soon, and I think the two of you might be able to help us there. Please keep this to yourselves for now, and someone will come and get you later."
He stood and smiled.
"For now, though, today is relaxation day after yesterday's...exertions, so please, mingle, relax, have fun, catch up on sleep if you need to. There's a formal dinner tonight, until then, my house is your house, please feel free to explore. Just follow the lights and you'll find something to entertain or amuse you, I'm sure. I have to go and mingle now, see you later! Oh, and the pool's right next door, perhaps when you've finished your breakfast we'll see you in there."
Evan left them to continue his duties as their host, circulating among the tables and talking with everyone.
Lara finished her breakfast and leaned over to kiss Finn lightly.
"Happy you came now, baby?" she whispered, giggling softly as Finn pulled her onto his lap and kissed her properly.
"I'm glad I came, really! The best thing you ever did was trick me into coming here; now I don't want to leave, I just want to play with you forever!"
Lara licked his lips and jumped upright, pulling him up as well.
"I want to see the pool, Finny, let's go!"
Finn took her hand and followed her through the doors Evan had indicated, and gasped. The pool was huge, a re-creation of a Caribbean beach, curved and overhung with palm trees and garlands of tropical flowers, and a fresh, warm breeze blew, carrying the scent of fresh tropical blooms. The light came from a collection of sun-lamps high overhead, giving a reasonable approximation of tropical sunlight. Dotted around the periphery of the 'beach' were sun-loungers, with one wall given over to a row of small wooden cabanas with thatched roofs, nestled against a backdrop of palm trees and thickly planted exotic vegetation. A wave machine completed the illusion, small waves breaking on the artificial shore with a low background splash and roar.
"Oh Finny, it's gorgeous!" exclaimed Lara, "I want to swim, come on, Finny, I'll race you, last one in gets bitten on the bum!"
Finn looked unsure.
"I'd love to, baby, but I don't have a bathing suit..." he began, then stopped dead as Lara peeled-off her top and shorts and began tugging at his polo shirt.
"Sissy, not here!" he hissed, trying to cover her up, but Lara just giggled, kissing him swiftly as she tugged at the hem of his shirt.
"Finny, you are so funny! Look around, I don't think anyone cares...!"
Sure enough, as he looked around, all the bathers and sun-worshippers were naked, girls lying prone while their brothers rubbed them down with tanning lotion, or else frolicking and tumbling in the waves, naked bodies glistening in the bright artificial sunlight.
Lara pulled a scrunchie off her wrist and caught her hair in a pony-tail before unbuttoning Finn's jeans as he pulled off his shirt. As he stepped out of his clothes and tossed them onto the nearest sun-lounger, Lara once again drank in the sight of him naked, his superb physique catching the eyes of several other girls as well. Lara grinned at that and slapped him on the backside.
"Oww, what was that for?" he grinned, and Lara grinned back as she pulled him down to her by his ears.
"Just reminding you who you're with, beefcake-boy!" she murmured, and took his hand. "C'mon, swim with me Finny; I want to play a little!"
They ran down the gently sloping 'beach' and dived in, finding the water slightly below body-temperature, cool enough to be refreshing and revitalizing, but warm enough to feel tropical. They played and gamboled, racing, splashing and dunking each other, eventually joining in a water fight with several other couples, each brother with his sister on his shoulders trying to topple every other girl off her perch.
Finn had no idea how long they played in the water, but eventually he managed to drag Lara out of the water and onto a sun-lounger with him, holding her close so they could talk, kiss and caress. All his sister's inhibitions about being naked in public seemed to have vanished, no doubt helped by the fact that everyone else was in the same state.
Finn was busily rubbing Lara down with sun-cream, and taking his time over it, and was just starting to wonder about lunch when a pair of doors opened and a large barbecue unit, with a whole pig roasting on a spit was wheeled out, with a second one following, this time with vegetables and pineapples grilling over the coals.
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A man in a vivid Hawaiian shirt and Bermuda shorts expertly carved the roasted pig, and a team of pretty girls in slinky sarongs and bikini tops, with flower garlands on their heads and Lei's around their necks quickly circulated among all the loungers with trays of barbecued pork, bread, grilled fruit and vegetables, and chilled soft drinks, tall exotic concoctions full of tropical fruits. As the couples ate, the sound of a steel band began to play in the background, further enhancing the tropical feel.
Finn watched Lara as she ate, her eyes on the crisp pork rib in her fingers, her head bobbing in time to the music.
"Enjoying yourself, Sissy?" he finally asked her softly, and Lara smiled as she chewed and swallowed blissfully.
"This is the best time I've ever had, Finny; thank you for being here to share it with me!" she replied, grinning as Finn dabbed her chin where a trickle of sauce had found its way.
"You brought me here, baby-girl, so thank you, I'm having the best time of my life!" he grinned back, leaning over to kiss her. "When this party's over, I'll show you how grateful I am!"
Lara shivered delightedly, leaning closer to whisper in his ear;
"Are you going to stick that big thing in me again? I really should ask my brother, but I seem to have mislaid him; I guess it's alright!"
As she spoke she playfully nipped his ear and scratched his chest lightly with a fingernail, sending a thrill through him. Finn held her hand and pulled her closer for a proper kiss.
"When you're ready, and if you're up for it, we can borrow one of those little huts; people have been sneaking in and out of them all afternoon; I really doubt they were catching their breath or discussing world politics while they were in there!"
Lara looked at him for a couple of seconds, then put down the remains of her pork rib and licked her fingers.
"OK, I'm ready, let's do this! I've always wanted to be banged on a beach by you; what are you waiting for?" she grinned, reaching for his hand.
Trying not to look conspicuous, which was a little difficult with his rapidly inflating cock, they made their way to the line of Cabanas, working their way along until they found one that wasn't filled with the sounds of enthusiastic humping, then slipped inside and latched the door. Lara wrapped her arms around him as soon as he locked the door.
"Oh Finn, do you know what it felt like, seeing you naked all day and not touching? What a bloody torture, so come on Finny, you owe me for doing that to me!"
Finn picked her up and gently put her on the slatted bench/bed, its hard wooden surface softened with a thick futon-like cotton bed-roll and a pile of pillows. He nibbled her ear and squeezed her nipple lightly, listening to her little gasp of pleasure.
"Do you know what it's been like for ME, sitting there all morning trying desperately not to get a thundering hard-on every time I looked at you? Way I see it, you owe me for torturing me, so come on Sissy, time to pay up!"
Lara sat up and straddled him, rubbing her nipples against his chest as she licked his lips, his chin, and his ear.
"So that's how you see it, eh?" she whispered, "Tell you what, Finny, when I've finished with you, you can do what you like to me, deal?"
"Suits me!" he grinned, pulling her closer by her taut buttocks and trapping his now fully erect cock between them. Lara smiled minxily and began rubbing herself against him, up and down, rolling and squeezing his distended cock between their two bellies as she did so, gently biting along his jaw between kissing him, working him up to fever pitch.
As she worked him up, Finn squeezed and fondled her sexy little bottom, pulling the cheeks apart to hear her gasp and giggle before she went back to grinding against him, until he couldn't take any more.
With an inarticulate growl, Finn lifted her as though she was completely weightless and slid her onto his impossibly hard cock, Lara's eyes widening and her mouth opening in a soundless gasp as she was impaled on her brother's thick cock. Her eyes closed as she pulled herself tightly against him, pumping herself along his length as he held her, pushing up as she bore down, fucking his little sister as deeply as he could, and pushing his cock as far into her as it would fit.
Lara grinned and pushed him over on his back, following him down to kiss and bite his neck, his lips, while still pumping against him for all she was worth.
Her orgasm broke with a low growling sound from her, rising to a hoarse groan as once again sexual pleasure curled and eddied through her, all sense and rational thought blown away by the power of her orgasm as it swelled and ebbed, leaving her floating in a void filled with pure pleasure.
She came to her senses to see a worried-looking Finn looking strangely at her.
"Thought I'd lost you there for a second, Sissy, you went ...I dunno, somewhere else; are you okay baby-girl?"
Lara smiled happily at the look of concern on his face, feeling better than she had in a very long time indeed; her Finny loved her, she could see it plainly on his face, and all was right in her world.
"I'm fine, Finny, better than I've ever been; you took me to a new place, baby, and that's just one reason I won't ever let you go. I love you Finn, now make love to me!"
Lara rolled off him and onto her back, spreading her thighs as Finn stroked her between them, hot curls of pleasure rising through her as he touched and caressed her, his fingers working magic even as his lips held her spellbound. He kissed her along the line of her throat, and down to the valley between her small, perfect breasts, pausing to lick and circle her nipples, teasing the nubs once again into hard little points, before continuing to kiss her belly and lower, until he kissed and lapped lightly at the apex of her moist slit.
Lara bucked as he poked his tongue into her, groaning as he moved away, but her disappointment was short-lived; he was just moving between her wide-spread thighs, to once more lick and lap at her, his tongue probing her with short, stabbing little licks, each lick sending a sharp electric jolt through her.
Finn continued to lick and taste her, from the little hood of her clitoris all the way down to her taut, tightly-crinkled little anus and back up again, until Lara was writhing and pushing her pussy into his face, demanding he give her more and more.
Finn did just that, finally forcing his tongue deep into her pussy, pushing her labia open as he penetrated, his thumb gently massaging her clitoris as he tongue-fucked her, but it wasn't until he jammed his pointed tongue into her anus that she erupted in orgasm, a guttural scream tearing from her throat as she came, and came hard, as the assault on her anus and pussy continued, a spray of sweet-scented juices bathing his face, allowing him to taste her and drink her juices.
Now he reared over her again, his cock stiff and swollen, needing her. Lara took him and aimed him into herself, her breath gusting out of her as he slid once more into her depths. As he rammed his cock into her pussy, his finger rubbed and lubricated her anus, slipping into her in time with his pounding cock, opening her, loosening and relaxing her.
Lara pushed her ring out; she knew what he wanted to do, she wanted him to do it to her, and so, when he withdrew from her, once again she aimed him, this time resting his head against the tight ring of her anus, pushing out as he pushed in, and once again giving a gusty sigh as he slid slowly, inexorably into the depths of her rectum.
Once he was embedded in her, Finn stopped, waiting for word from Lara, who grinned at him as she pulled him closer to kiss him.
"What are you waiting for, stud? Fuck my arse properly, stretch me wide open, you promised you would, so fill me up, stud-boy!"
With that, Finn began that old, insistent motion, steadily sliding himself in and out of her, pumping her faster and faster as the going became easier. Lara's head whipped from side to side as Finn pounded her, and suddenly the image from his dream was there in front of him: Lara with her hair spread over the pillow, her head whipping from side to side as he pounded into her tight arse, her breathing loud and harsh in the confined space as he rammed his cock into her anus like a fleshy piston.
As he realized it was his dream come true, Lara pulled him down to kiss him, crushing her lips to his, and that was when he finally lost it, pulse after pulse of hot sperm bolting out of him as his swelling cock-head jammed in the tight, sinewy confines of her anal tube.
Lara screamed into his mouth, her own orgasm thrilling and surging through her, making Finn groan as her anus contracted around him, her cervix fluttering and drumming against him in the tightness of her rectum, separated from him only by a thin membrane. The pressure on his cock was incredible, milking and squeezing every last drop of semen from him, spurt after spurt bursting out of him and into her, until he felt that she'd emptied him forever, such was the intensity of sensation as he ejaculated into her tight anus.
Finn slumped down and rolled over in one move, pulling her on top of him, his burning cock still tightly embedded in her glove-tight rectum. Lara lay still, her heart drumming against his as her volcanic orgasm ebbed and slowly died away, her ear pressed to Finn's chest to listen as his heartbeat gradually slowed to normal.
As they both relaxed, his cock slowly slid from her, Lara giggling as his spunk slowly bubbled and dripped out of her stretched-open little pucker. Finally, she stirred and made to get up.
"Finny, I think my tank's overflowing! Come on, Finny, I need a shower, wake up Finny!" she murmured as she scratched his scrotum gently, making him open his eyes and grin.
"Wow, shagging you like that, now that is what I call well fucking-hot!" he murmured, making Lara giggle at his intentional vulgarity even as his hands came up to once more squeeze, jiggle, and fondle her round, sexy little bum-cheeks. Lara slowly climbed off him, kissing his stomach as she slid off him and stood upright, only to giggle as Finn swung around to sit upright and pull her close again by her bum-cheeks, gently biting and nibbling each nipple in turn.
"Stop it Finny, or we'll never get out of here! Come on, there's probably a queue outside by now!"
There wasn't quite a queue, but there was one couple who'd obviously run out of patience and self-restraint; the young man was leaning back against the wall of the cabana, his eyes tight shut while his sister was on her knees in front of him, his cock between her lips as she sucked him for all she was worth, her head bobbing as she squeezed and fondled his balls.
Lara recognized the girl from the day before; she was the spectacular blonde whose brother had rejected her; obviously he'd had a change of heart, and they'd been allowed to stay. Lara grinned at the sight of her sucking so avidly on her brother's thick cock, then looked around as Finn nudged her and pointed at the sun-lounger area; every lounger was occupied by a couple in the throes of sexual ecstasy; everywhere she looked pumping hips and bobbing breasts met her gaze as the couples fucked enthusiastically, all traces of inhibition gone as they gave in to their impulses, filling the room with the sound of their moans and gasps.
And it wasn't all brother/sister pairings, either; obviously a certain amount of mix 'n' match had been going on, and now several of the young couples were experimenting with new partners.
Finn scowled, glad he and Lara hadn't been around when that had started happening; he wasn't too sure what his reaction would have been if someone had tried pawing at Lara or propositioning her, but it wouldn't have been good, no sir!
Lara grinned and took Finn's hand to lead him into the shower alcove, rinsing herself off and helping Finn to wash away the sweat and all traces of what they'd been doing. She giggled and squirmed as he squirted shower gel on her and then slowly massaged her breasts before squeezing more between her buttocks and washing her slowly, slipping his fingers into her anus every so often just to make her shiver and squirm against him.
By the time they'd finished, Finn was sporting yet another memorable erection, and Lara's nipples were stiff with arousal, not helped by him paying extra attention to them as he gently dried her off with a giant beach towel.
When they stepped out of the shower alcove, Robyn was waiting for them, a secret smile on her face.
Wordlessly she handed them their clothes, waiting for them to get dressed, then held her hands out to them.
"Finn, Lara, would you come with me, please? Evan, Sylvie and I would very much like to talk to you, in private; please, it's important."
In Part Three, Finn and Lara learn more about 'Sisterfest', and receive the offer of a lifetime.
Sisterfest Ch. 03 - Incest/Taboo -
Finn and Lara find out why they were invited to the party.
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My thanks, as always, to Grand Teton for his calm in the face of my wilder flights of fancy, and his solid understanding of the rules of punctuation, which he's trying vainly to pass on to me, with varying degrees of success, I have to say! To him goes most of the credit for the last part of Sisterfest in the form posted here. Thanks also to my darling Lori for putting up with me, and pushing me to finish this ahead of some of the other writing projects I'd lined-up, and to Bonnie, for always taking me seriously.
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Robyn led Lara and Finn through an unobtrusive door partially concealed behind a large spray of Hawaiian Frangipani flowers into a much smaller, more intimate pool area.
"This is our private lair, do you like it?" she asked.
Finn was speechless; the pool was an infinity pool, the far side just visible as a sparkling line against the faux dusky blue horizon, smaller than the main pool, but no less luxurious. The pool room was darkened, most of the light coming from inside the pool itself, dappling the midnight-blue ceiling with rippling blue light.
Thousands of tiny glittering white lights were set in the domed ceiling, brighter lights arranged to form the familiar constellations of the Northern sky; Ursa Minor and Ursa Major, Orion, Cassiopeia, The Pleiades, all were there, picked out in bright points of light on the ceiling skyscape, with thousands and thousands of less bright pinheads snaking across the ceiling in a band that Finn suddenly realised was the Milky Way.
The pool was framed on each side by a wall of verdant bamboo, long graceful stems arching over the pool, and bright green papyrus shrubs dipping down to trail their fronds in the water. A set of broad, shallow steps led down into the water, and a sunken bar cut across one corner of the pool.
Robyn led them to a softly-lit area set back from the pool, with a group of large, luxuriously soft leather chairs arranged in a square behind a decorative trellis screen, where Evan and Sylvie arose to greet them, inviting both of them to take a seat. When all five of them were seated, Evan smiled and passed them chilled soft drinks.
"Welcome to our escape hatch!" he grinned, lifting his glass in salute to his two sisters, Finn and Lara.
"We don't usually ask our guests to come in here; this is normally only for us, but frankly, the girls think both of you merit an exception to our rule, and we wanted to get to know you a little better. My sisters are very good at spotting people it would be good for us to know, and they have a very good feeling about you Lara, and you Finn, hence this little meeting."
He paused to take a sip of his drink before continuing.
"We do actually carry out very discreet, but very thorough, background checks on all the people we invite to our home for these get-togethers; it would never do to let the wrong person into our home, given what happens here, so we did check you out, and what we found, we liked. I think, and Robyn and Sylvie both agree, that you might be very interested in becoming better acquainted with us; no, not like that!"
he grinned as Finn's hand slipped protectively around Lara's shoulder. He nodded approvingly at Finn's gesture and continued.
"My sisters and I are committed to each other, and only each other; we have been for a very long time now, and we think we see that same commitment in both of you. As I said, we did run a little background check on you, so we know about your family, your lives in general, but I'd really like you to tell me about yourselves, about what you want, where you want to be and what you want to do when you finish university, and more importantly, how you feel about each other."
He smiled gently at them over the rim of his glass.
"Please don't think I'm prying; I know there are things in your personal life that should stay personal. What I want to know is how committed you are to each other; I wouldn't normally ask, but right now it's very important that we know."
Finn looked at Lara, their eyes locking as they each silently asked each other the same questions: what was going on here, and could they trust these virtual strangers with intimate details of their lives?
Lara stared into her brother's eyes for a long couple of seconds, then slowly nodded, telling him she trusted them, and to go ahead.
Finn grinned slightly sheepishly as he ran his fingers through his hair, raking it back out of his eyes.
"I don't really know where to begin; everything that's happened to me in the last twenty-four hours is so new and so different I don't even have the words to describe how I feel. I do know one thing, though; Lara and me, we don't want anyone else, and we already agreed one thing; whatever happens from now on, we're together. When I finish university, I suppose I'll get a job, wherever I can, anywhere, as long as it's not bloody Herefordshire! Once I've got a job, I'll get a place, somewhere the two of us can be with each other, because that's really all we want. Sissy?"
Lara took his hand in hers, looking down as she examined their fingers twined together.
"Everything Finny said goes the same for me; I've wanted him for longer than I can remember, and this weekend just clarified all I've ever felt for him; whether he gets a job in London, or Scotland, or Kathmandu, or the Amazon jungle, I'm going with him; he's mine, you see, and I belong to him, and if we have to spend the rest of our lives digging holes in the Gobi desert, it'll be because that's what we wanted for both of us, not because someone expected or demanded it of us."
All the time they were speaking, Evan sat quietly, watching them, watching their eyes, and slowly nodding, as though he was hearing something that jibed with his expectations. When Lara had finished speaking, he smiled and nodded at his sisters, who also smiled, leaving both Finn and Lara feeling they'd just passed some sort of test, but a test of what?
Sylvie and Robyn stood up and took Lara by her hands, urging her to stand
"Come on, Lara, let's swim a little," grinned Robyn mischievously, "I told you earlier I wanted to play with you!"
Lara bit her lip and glanced at Finn, who shrugged his shoulders and grinned, so she pulled off her top and slid her shorts off, following Sylvie and Robyn as they too stripped-off. All three girls then held hands as they walked down into the pool to slip into the water and breast-stroke away.
Finn watched in fascination as Lara turned and swam back into the shallows, and as she stood in the thigh-deep water, Sylvie rose up behind her, slipping her arms around her to cup and squeeze her breasts as she kissed her neck. Robyn joined them, kissing Lara as her hands slid around her to clasp her buttocks, Lara sandwiched between the two sisters.
Robyn stepped back slightly and Sylvie half-turned Lara and now all three girls were kissing, their hands caressing, squeezing, and fondling nipples, buttocks, and slipping between thighs to rub and caress more tender flesh as their tongues fenced and darted.
Finn watched in amazed arousal that Lara could, or would, do those things with another girl, but here, in this intimate setting, she'd obviously lost all inhibitions, enjoying the attentions of the two beautiful sisters, lost in a whole new world of sexual sensation, and responding with caresses and kisses of her own.
"Don't worry," murmured Evan, "they're just playing, not seducing her! My sisters would never hurt or take advantage of your sister; they like her and this is just their way of showing how much, that's all; look, I think Lara likes it!"
As they watched, Lara grinned and winked playfully at Finn, then gasped as Sylvie leaned down and caught her nipple gently between her teeth while gently rubbing her swollen labia. Lara responded by lightly pinching and tugging Sylvie's nipples in return, making her giggle. Robyn, meanwhile, kissed Lara gently on the lips, pulling back to lick her lips lightly, then turned and winked slyly at Finn as she slowly worked her finger into Lara's tight anus, making her gasp and squirm as Sylvie continued to suck and tug at her nipple.
Sylvie relinquished her hold on Lara and slid back into the water, lazily stroking over to the side of the pool as Robyn continued to fondle Lara, both girls gently exploring each other before seeming to reach a mutual agreement, sharing a deep kiss before walking hand-in-hand up out of the pool.
Sylvie hoisted herself out of the pool to sit on the apron and reached for a towel, wrapping it around her hair before standing and draping a beach towel around herself, smiling at the two other girls as they once more kissed as they stood at the edge of the pool.
"When you've finished, Bobbi, I think Finny would like his sister back...!" she grinned.
Lara's eyes flew open, to look guiltily at Finn. Robyn took her hand and led her back to her brother's side, a cheeky, minxy smile on her face.
"See, Finny, I told you, we were only playing!"
She squeezed Lara's bottom once more, and winked again at Finn before kissing Lara once more, a soft, lingering kiss.
"You're so delicious, I wish we could play longer!" she whispered, taking Lara's hand and putting it into Finn's.
"There you go, Finny, she's all yours again! God, I could eat you both alive!"
Finn grinned as he pulled his sister closer and kissed her.
"That was so hot, Sissy, Christ you're sexy!" he grinned, pulling her onto his lap, heedless of the fact she was still soaking wet.
"I never thought I'd ever see you...and another girl...I didn't know you liked ...you know, things like ...that, but it looked so hot, you all looked so hot!"
Lara looked up at him, then pulled him down and quickly pecked him on the lips.
"I didn't know either, but they were so sweet, so gentle..." She bit her lip and looked into his eyes again, her eyes dancing as she smiled.
"It was fun, Finny, and it was really nice; do you mind?"
Finn grinned as he hugged his little sister closer; it seemed he was finding out more and more about her this weekend than he'd ever imagined! He smoothed her wet hair back from where it was plastered against her face and kissed her, slipping his hands around her nakedness to pull her closer as he kissed her even harder. Lara squirmed on his lap as she felt his hardness growing, gently undulating against him as they kissed. Finn broke their kiss to grin at her.
"No, I don't mind; you liked it, so it's alright with me. Love you, little girl!" he breathed.
Sylvie watched as Robyn squeezed the water out of her long hair and wrapped a towel around her head like a turban, and paused in toweling her own hair dry to ruffle Evan's hair, smiling tenderly at him as her eyes caught Robyn's.
"He's all your, Bobbi, I'm worn out! I need some rest; our brother definitely knows how to give a girl a busy night! Try not to break her, Ev; we have to look our best tonight!"
With that she pecked him on the lips and turned away, Evan watching the way the damp towel draped around her clung to and highlighted her flanks and sexy rump as she walked away, as elegant and self-assured as a model on a Milan catwalk.
Robyn grinned naughtily, wrapping herself in a beach towel and plumping herself down on her brother's lap.
"I guess our heads really have changed..." mused Finn, almost talking to himself, prompting Lara to look keenly at him.
"'Our heads have changed...?' I like that Finny, it says so much in just a few words. I know I can't ever go back to the way we were before all ...this happened, and I don't want to; whatever happens, my life goes on from this point as part of yours; it's our life now. Bully for us!"
Finn realised there was no sound coming from Evan and Robyn, and saw them both smiling at him, Robyn huddled comfortably against her brother. Evan leaned forward, his arm holding his sister tightly against him as he grinned at Finn.
"So it happened for you, did it?" He grinned.
"Your 'moment of clarity' finally struck? Don't worry, the girls and I had the same thing, which is why you're here, now, with us. You must be wondering why we asked you to join us, why we'd bring you to the heart of our personal, private space. Please, if you have any questions about us, about this place, anything at all, feel free to ask. I promise to answer any question you ask."
Finn glanced at Lara, saw the tiny nod she gave, so turned back to Evan.
"First off, why all this? Why 'Sisterfest'? What's it all for?"
Evan sat up, pulled a robe from a pile on a nearby seat and covered Robyn.
"Good question, Finn, and it deserves a good answer, so here goes: my father was a rich man, some would say a very rich man, but he wasn't satisfied with what he had, he always wanted more, and he worked at it, speculating in so many diverse markets even I can't keep it all straight!"
He paused to grin, then carried on.
"The upshot was that he became probably the third or fourth richest man on the planet, but I can almost guarantee you never heard of him; no-one has, because that was also another quirk of his; he hated publicity of any sort. So there you have this man, doggedly, secretly, almost furtively acquiring corporate assets the way other people collect stamps, or beer mats, or Star Wars figures, and when he died, he left it all to the three of us. Every damned penny..."
Evan grinned as he stared unseeing into the distance, before resuming.
"As you can imagine, when we were younger, my sisters and I spent money like water, we had fun, wild, desperate fun, until we too had our 'moment of clarity', which is when we finally realised that the only people we truly liked, and needed, and truly, fervently wanted, were each other, and that was the start of 'us', the three of us as you see us today."
Evan paused to take a sip from a glass of champagne handed to him by Robyn from a locker somewhere under the leather chairs.
"We started this whole 'Sisterfest' thing almost as a whim, a kind of 'in-joke' to see if there were other people like us out there, people who wanted what we wanted from each other, people we might have some sort of connection with, who'd 'get' what we were about."
"It soon became obvious to us that there were an awful lot of people like us, people who wanted to be open about what they were doing, and with whom. Ordinary parties had long ceased to be fun, they just seemed to have no...substance, they were just empty amusements to fill up our days, nothing but clown shows. We thought we might be able to have some real fun, proper, adult fun with people just like us, so we set this whole thing up, and waited to see what would happen. As it happens, it has been an enormous amount of fun, but now, for us, it's time for the fun to stop, and reality to start."
"So why are you telling us all this?" asked Lara.
Robyn sat up and huddled against Evan, pulling her robe around her.
"Lara, this, all this you see here, this is just one of the many properties we own in England, but this is not our home; none of them are, not really. The only place we think of as 'home' is a long way away, and my sister, my brother, and I want to go home. This is not the life we want anymore; we just want to live quiet, anonymous lives, to just be ordinary people, or as ordinary as we can be with all that money hanging around our necks! I want children, so does my sister, and so does Evan, but we absolutely refuse to bring them up in this circus, this life of excess and self-gratification. This is a fantasy world, where people's dreams come true, but now it's time our dream came true."
She paused to take a sip from Evan's champagne glass, her throat working, and Finn was surprised to see tears glimmering in the corners of her beautiful eyes. She blinked them away and continued.
"The only way we can be free to be ourselves is to pass it all on to someone we think can make a real difference, who understands what we originally intended, and who can actually enjoy what we started here, the way we used to. We want someone who is dedicated, committed, and not afraid of a challenge, and we think we've found them..."
Finn looked blank for a second as he took in what she was saying, his eyes widening as her meaning gradually percolated through his mind.
"Us? You're talking about Lara and me?"
Evan looked at them gravely, and nodded.
"Exactly. We saw almost from the first moments you were here how you felt about each other; the others out there, none of them seems in the least bit connected to each other except for sex. If you look out there right now, they're swapping and playing like there's no tomorrow."
He paused to grin wryly.
"Don't get me wrong; there's nothing wrong with that, nothing at all; that's why they came here, after all, to be free to do just that, and part of the reason for us encouraging that is to see who's prepared to do that, and who won't. You two are different; you only want each other, you refused the bait, you only had eyes for each other, and even a blasé cynic like me could see that, hence this conversation. I think you and Lara are perfect to take this from us, and there are benefits, too!"
Robyn slipped off the bed and belted her robe around herself, before fishing out three more champagne flutes and a bottle of champagne from the locker under the chair. She poured three glasses and passed two to Finn and Lara, then raised her own glass in salute.
"This house, this whole complex, is part of the deal; my father was a multi-billionaire, and now we have control of all that money, and the strange thing about money is how it grows; it doesn't matter how much we spend, the interest alone on all those billions just keeps giving us even more back. This house and complex represents a tiny, tiny fraction of what we have, and we don't want it anymore, we won't need it where we're going, so if you accept our offer, it's all yours. With the house comes a trust to manage and maintain the place, pay the staff, and of course, pay for 'Sisterfest', the whole raison d'être of this place. There is also a generous, and I do mean generous, salary, stipend, allowance, call it what you wish, but it's seven figures, each, and will be paid to you off-shore from an account in the Cayman Islands; call it your compensation for taking this thing off our hands!"
She paused to grin mischievously at Finn.
"Finny, please, breathe, you're going a funny colour!"
Finn could hardly believe his ears; it was the offer of a lifetime, but how do you take it in when you're offered everything on a silver platter? Lara sat up and wrapped a large beach towel around her nakedness.
"What's the catch? No-one just hands over something like this without there being some kind of huge price to pay; I once read a story called 'The Monkey's Paw', about what happens when you really get what you wish for, so I get that there's never something for nothing. There has to be an absolutely huge razor-blade in a ball of candy-floss this big; what are you not telling us?"
Evan smiled and raised his glass in salute at her.
"Well done, basic caution, I like that. There is no catch, Lara. It's time for Sylvie, Robyn and me to go; we've had enough, we want our lives back now, the lives we would have been living if our father hadn't saddled us with such an impossible amount of money. We want to share with you, we want you to take over from us, and make this whatever you think it should be; if you try it and then decide that there should be no more 'Sisterfest', then that's your decision, but all this, the trust, everything, will remain yours anyway; call it a gift to the special people we've been looking for, and you'll at least know for certain that the time for 'Sisterfest' is over. You being here means we have a chance at a real life at last, and that means more to us than any mansions, or money, or luxury yachts, or Hollywood lifestyles."
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"He means it, you know," came a soft voice, and Lara turned to see Sylvie walking toward them, her wet hair hanging down over her shoulder as she brushed and untangled it.
"My family means more to me than all of this," she said, her face solemn, "and we'll make any deal, any offer, if it means we can walk away and never be a part of this again, if we can leave to start the family we all want. It was my idea to recruit someone from the guest-list of people who've attended these parties, but so far, no-one has fitted that image we had in our minds; no-one until today, that is."
She reached out and gently ran her fingers through Lara's damp locks, gently combing and separating-out the worst of the tangles by hand, smiling softly at her as she did so, her eyes far away for a moment, before returning to the present.
"We think you are both very special people, which is why we invited you to be part of this. I truly believe you and Finn could make this whole 'Sisterfest' concept into something very special and meaningful with time, and that's why we want to give it to you."
Robyn curled her legs under her and smiled as Sylvie poured her another glass of champagne.
"I'm not going to hide or sugar-coat anything; if you take this on, there is a lot of hard work ahead of you. 'Sisterfest' revolves around utmost secrecy, discretion, and the willingness to do whatever it takes to make sure no word of this leaks out; some very well-known people attend the parties, you'll see the guest lists if you decide to throw-in with us, and they expect their privacy to be protected and guarded well."
She paused to watch it sink in.
"This is one of the very few places in the world where they can do what they do, openly, and with no-one judging them; they treasure it as a refuge, and will expect you to keep their involvement strictly confidential. Any word or hint of what they do here would ruin them. They're literally putting their lives and careers in your hand, and that's a huge responsibility."
She sipped from her glass, then continued.
"Of course, there's also a lot of fun to be had! The parties happen on three main occasions: New Year, Valentine's, and Hallowe'en. Other than that, and unless you decide to host more, your time's usually your own; if you want to travel, the world will be your oyster, or you can live your normal lives and just host 'Sisterfest' from here as and when.
Sylvie paused to grin at them.
"The house and complex is extensive and very well maintained, and there are many other entertainments than these two pool areas. You've probably only seen about ten percent of the entire place; I should reserve my judgement before I made any snap decisions. As the new owners you will of course be at liberty to come and go as you please, or you could live here; there are worse places...!"
Robyn sipped her champagne, and twinkled a smile at them.
"The choice is yours; if you decide you want to be part of this, once we hand over to you, it's all yours, to do with as you see fit, your house, your complex, your rules. We will still be reachable; we're not just dumping this on you and buggering-off into the sunset! No, you'll be part of our family, a very special part, and we'll stay close, just no longer involved in any way; after all, we'll be too busy, we have babies to make!"
Sylvie seated herself behind Lara and stroked her hair again, her lips quirking up at the corners as she began to gently brush out the tangles. Finn could see she wasn't finished speaking, so he said nothing, instead waiting for Sylvie to gather her thoughts.
"We won't talk about this again today; it's a lot to take in, I know, and we're asking you to make an enormous change in your lives, a life-altering change for both of you, so let's leave this on the table for now, and we can pick it up again tomorrow. I'd much rather you gave us a considered yes or no than a knee-jerk "No", so let's leave it here. We have a formal dinner with more entertainment planned for tonight, and it's about time for afternoon tea, so shall we go back through to the main pool?"
Lara glanced over at Evan and Robyn, who were engaged in a long, hot kiss, Evan's hand inside the front of her robe and cupping her breast. Finn followed the direction of her gaze, and flushed slightly in embarrassment, something Sylvie noted immediately. Her grin broadened.
"Honestly, the pair of you are so sweet, I can completely understand why Robyn wants to eat you both up! You were both naked out in the main pool, why be embarrassed now?"
Finn cleared his throat and grinned shamefacedly.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to be a prude; I guess out there was different, everyone was naked, and it was like being at a nudist beach, not sexy or anything, just...free, no-one was staring or anything. But here, now, it feels a little like I'm intruding on their privacy, can you understand what I mean?"
Sylvie reached over to gently brush her fingers along his cheek, a smile on her face. She looked over at Robyn and Evan, who smiled and slowly nodded, as though confirming something, before huddling down together again, not kissing this time, just watching Finn and Lara closely. Sylvie brushed Lara's hair down one last time, and stood up, adjusting the towel she'd wrapped around herself earlier.
"Don't worry, I understand completely. You believe that what happens between a man and a woman is their private business, not some kind of sideshow, and you and Lara could never do that, but you won't condemn others for doing it. Good for you; I don't want to pressure you, but an attitude like that is a definite plus around here! Let's go back through now; I'm hungry, and I think Evan and Bobbi would probably like a little privacy..."
Lara slipped her shorts and tank-top back on, and buckled up her sandals, while Sylvie dropped her towel and followed suit, taking a pair of shorts and a polo shirt from a small closet against the back wall of the pool room, and slipping on a pair of blue and white deck shoes. All dressed, she took Lara by the hand and led them back to the doors to the main pool area. Finn looked back, to see Robyn drop her robe and begin unbuttoning Evan's shirt, straddling his lap as they kissed, then Lara pulled him through the door and back into the main pool.
Finn was relieved to see the orgy had died down considerably, and everyone seemed to be back with their original partners, stretched-out on loungers or sitting and chatting amicably together in small groups on the artificial beach while the tropical girls circulated with trays of chilled drinks. The barbecue spits had disappeared, but now chilled trolleys appeared piled high with sandwiches, fruit cocktails, and cake stands laden with sponge cakes, cream gateaux and sweet pastries. Most of the guests had put at least some of their clothing back on, and now they congregated near the trolleys, piling plates with sandwiches, slices of cake, and bowls of chilled fruits.
Finn looked sideways at Lara, a glint in his eye she recognised.
"You hungry, babe?" he grinned, his grin broadening as Lara shook her head.
"Not really, but I would like to lie down..."
Sylvie smiled and patted them both on the arm.
"Off you go then, see you at dinner, the chimes will let you know when to get ready, and remember, it's black-tie, so boots and suits, kids!"
Lara grinned and pulled Finn in the direction of the exit. Once they got back to their room, Finn wasted no time in pulling her close and kissing her while his hands roamed over her body, eventually settling on squeezing and moulding her firm buttocks as they kissed deeply.
Lara broke their kiss to begin tugging down her shorts, but Finn stopped her, and slid his hands into the backs of her shorts to push them down himself. As he did so, he kissed and nibbled Lara's lips, pushing all the while at her shorts, until they were once again half-way down her thighs. Lara pulled her tank-top up and off, leaving her with just her shorts, half-way down her thighs as they were.
"I remember this!" she murmured, squeezing his throbbing cock suggestively through his jeans as her eyes danced with glee. Finn sighed as he once more fondled her taut little bottom, making her gasp as his finger slid lightly over the puckered crease of her anus. Lara looked questioningly at him, but he shook his head.
"Tonight, baby, after the dinner; right now..."
With that, he put gentle pressure on her shoulders. Lara understood immediately, and knelt down to unbutton and unzip his jeans, while Finn tugged his polo shirt off and threw it to one side. Lara pulled his jeans and shorts down in one, holding his cock firmly as he stepped out of the puddle of his clothes, completely naked, with his thick, erect cock jutting out aggressively from his groin.
Finn smiled happily as her lips enfolded the end of his rigid member, the sensation sending fingers of ice thrilling up and down his spine. Lara could feel his arousal in the solid, heavy feel of his cock, his balls pulled up tightly under the base of his cock, and his elevated pulse drumming in the bar of flesh she was sucking so determinedly.
She slid her tongue gently over the hole in the tip of his penis, savouring the little gasp he gave as she did it, her tongue pleasuring him as her hand squeezed and pumped him, more gasps from him telling her just how much he was enjoying what she was doing.
Suddenly, Finn pulled back, his aching cock falling from her lips as she looked up at him in surprise. Finn gave her his hand, pulling her up again.
"Not like this, Sissy, properly..." he murmured, and Lara smiled, pumping her hand up and down on him once more as she led him to the bed. Once on the bed, Finn pulled her astraddle him, facing the end of the bed. As she leaned down to once more take his erect cock in her mouth, Finn slid her further up along his body, and pulled her fragrant, swollen pussy down against his eager mouth.
Lara sighed as his tongue licked and lapped at her most secret places, savouring the taste of her excitement, drinking her tangy sweet juices. Lara's head bobbed as she worked him further and deeper into her throat, Finn revelling in the warm suction of her mouth even as he licked and sucked at her, eagerly lapping-up the juices trickling from her excited pussy.
Her scent filled his head, and now Finn ate her almost aggressively, unable to get enough of her, her pheromones flooding his system and inflaming his brain until all he wanted was her. His probing tongue found the hard little bud of her clitoris, and as he gently dragged his tongue across it, Lara shuddered as the precursor to orgasm racked her body. Unable to stop himself, Finn pulled her clitoris between his lips and sucked, even as he jammed his thumb into her anus.
Lara came in a succession of waves, groaning out loud and clamping her thighs on either side of his face, calling his name as her body threshed and shuddered. Finn gently held her clitoris between his lips as her pussy convulsed against his mouth and her anus clamped down tight around his intruding thumb. As she groaned, the vibration against the already sensitive head of his cock was too much, and Finn gasped out loud as he too climaxed, his last reserves of sperm spurting into his sister's mouth as he gave her everything he had.
Lara continued to suck and squeeze his cock even as he spurted into her mouth, rolling the sensation on and on for him, extending his orgasm even as she quaked and shuddered with aftershocks as her own gigantic orgasm continued to echo and ricochet inside her.
Lara slumped down on his thighs, completely spent, her heart beating so hard Finn could feel it in the long muscles of his thighs. Finn was almost wiped out; Lara's weight as she lay on him barely registered as the adrenaline high slowly ebbed, leaving a peaceful lassitude in its place.
Finn realised he was falling asleep, and squeezed Lara's bottom, the delicious scenery of her vulva and anus still only a few inches from his face. He followed that with a quick lick of her pulsing labia, still dark and swollen from her arousal, hearing her giggle softly.
"That's nice, baby, do that some more, I like it!" she murmured blurrily, wriggling languorously on him, sleep obviously not far from her either. Finn gently rolled her off him, and grabbing a handful of pillows, swapped ends to lie next to her, spooning her against him. Lara stretched and pulled a pillow under her head, at the same time pulling his arm around her so she could snuggle down against him.
"Don't let me sleep too long, Finny, I want to play some more!" she yawned, turning it into a giggle as Finn slipped his hand around her waist and down to lightly cup and caress her labia and brush the flat of his hand against her clitoris, calming her and easing her into sleep.
"Just a little while, Sissy, then we can play some more!" he promised, before hugging her closer to him and tugging the bed-covers over her.
Sylvie was in a thoughtful mood as she sat at one of the loungers, absently nibbling a slice of cake. Everything about Finn and Lara ticked her own personal set of boxes, but she knew what was at stake; Ev and Bobbi would need to be 100% on the same page. Her lips quirked up at the corners as she remembered Finn's instinctive gesture, protective and possessive, when Ev had said he wanted to know them better; it was just so sweet, such a welcome, refreshing thing to see here, in this place, where hedonism and relentless sexual abandonment were the name of the game.
She pushed her plate away and stood up. The family needed to talk, this was their future, and it was no time to be making mistakes.
As she made her way back into the private pool, Finn and Lara's faces were uppermost in her mind. Upon entering, the sound of her brother and sister making love drifted across the pool room, making her smile at the rush of love she felt for both of them.
To occupy herself while they took their pleasure of each other, she collected the wet towels and clothes scattered around while Ev and Bobbi, her brother and sister, but also her husband and wife in every way that counted, made love.
"Syl, how long have you been here?" called Robyn, her voice blurry with the afterglow of orgasm.
"Not too long, baby," she replied, smiling at Robyn's own smile.
"Why didn't you say something hun? You know you're part of this too, as much as I am, or Ev, why didn't you come here and join us, baby?"
Sylvie sat down next to her and smoothed her hair, kissing her lightly as Evan nibbled the tips of her fingers.
"You need some time alone with our husband too, baby; what kind of a wife would I be if I came between my husband and our wife?"
Robyn stretched and hugged Sylvie.
"I like being your wife; don't ever leave me!"
Sylvie grinned as she kissed the tip of her nose.
"Don't worry, baby, I never will; I love you! I can't wait to get away from here, just you, Ev and me, our family, together forever. In fact, that's what I came to talk about."
Robyn sat upright, pulling her robe tighter around her even as her brother put his arm around her.
"What's on your mind, Syl?" he asked, concern flitting across his face as Sylvie looked past him at the star-speckled ceiling, gathering her thoughts. Sylvie took both their hands as she started to speak.
"Ev, Bobbi, I just want to go over this one last time, so we know we're all looking for the same thing. I know we set this whole weekend up just for this, but I have to be certain you're both completely on-side as well. Ev?"
Evan settled himself and squeezed both their hands as he spoke.
"We're so close now; when I saw Finn and Lara yesterday I knew; I felt sure they were the ones, more sure than anything I've ever felt; except about how I feel about my beautiful wives, of course! Talking to them just confirmed it in my mind, and I think they like what we're offering them; not the money, though; I got a feeling that didn't impress them that much, another point in their favour. Bobbi?"
Robyn looked up at him, tears gathering in her eyes.
"I think they're the ones too; like you, it's just a gut feeling, but a good one. Finn only wants Lara; I could feel it coming off him in waves, so he'll do whatever he needs to do to make sure they can stay together. I think we made the right choice, and I think they'll accept, in fact, I'm sure of it!"
She looked up at her brother, her eyes darkening.
"I just want to leave this, Ev. I want to go away and never think about this life ever again. I want to stand in a supermarket checkout queue and work out what to cook for dinner. I want to sit in the park and talk to the other mothers about pushchairs, and nappy-rash, and teething, and christening robes, and kindergarten, and food fads, all the things mothers do. I want to have my babies with you and Syl, and be a mum, and bring my babies up far away from all this, and nothing else!"
Sylvie gathered her in as she cried, her own eyes brimming as Robyn echoed her own feelings so perfectly. She kissed Robyn gently and looked up at Evan.
"So we're agreed; they're the ones, and we do whatever it takes to make sure they accept, yes?"
Evan nodded, taking Robyn from Sylvie's arms and rocking her gently as he stroked her hair.
"We're agreed; whatever Finn and Lara ask for, anything they need, whatever it takes for them to be happy here, they get it; anything to keep them sweet. All I want is an end to this, and to spend the rest of my life with the two most beautiful women in the world."
Finn woke with a start, disoriented for a second before his internal map of the world stopped spinning and memory clicked back into gear. His time-sense told him he'd been asleep about an hour, with Lara deliciously naked and warm right next to him.
Her lips were parted, and her head was resting on one of her arms folded behind her, pushing her breasts up and out; she made the perfect picture, artless and overwhelmingly sexy, and Finn couldn't resist gently kissing and licking the pink nubs crowning those delicious mounds, feeling them grow stiff and firm under his tongue. Lara stirred and murmured, but didn't awaken, so his wandering hands wandered further abroad.
As his questing fingertips brushed and caressed her gorgeous body, they moved inexorably lower, until his fingers were gently rubbing and lightly pressing against the hood concealing her clitoris, at the very apex of her bare little slit.
Finn grinned to himself as he resumed lightly sucking and licking her nipples while gently circling her clitoris, barely touching her, but enough to register in her sleeping state. As he probed and played, his cock once more rose, stiffening with every passing second as he touched, caressed, kissed and probed her sleeping body, responding as much to the rush of love and desire for her as to the innocent, yet erotic and sexually provocative pose she had unconsciously adopted.
Lara was dreaming about Finn, about him kissing and touching her as they lay in a summer cornfield, his lips tantalizing and teasing her as she closed her eyes, wondering where he was going to kiss and touch her next. She floated through her dream, her attention focussed solely on her darling Finny as he made gentle love to her, touching her only with tentative fingertips and soft lips, covering her in kisses and on the feel of his warm hands as he loved her.
Finally he kissed her lips, his breath soft and fresh as he gently, almost fleetingly brushed her lips with his, and then it was no longer a dream, he was really there, really kissing her, holding her, loving her.
She opened her eyes to see his warm blue eyes a few inches away looking down into hers.
"Hello playmate!" she murmured, smiling as he smiled at her.
"Hello Sleeping Beauty!" he murmured back, "I thought a kiss might wake you up. Are you rested?"
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Lara turned on her side to look at him, her finger tracing the line of his jaw and flicking errant curls of hair off his forehead.
"I feel very rested, Finny darling, rested and ready to play; that is why you dragged me back here and away from all those delicious-looking cakes, isn't it?"
Finn grinned broadly.
"I did no such thing! Why, I had to practically fight you off...!"
Lara reached out to gently tap his nose and run her fingertip down across his lips.
"One day I'll tell you just how much it hurt to not have you, to see you every day and be afraid that someone was going to take you away from me," she whispered, her lip trembling.
"I don't know how I could have lived with that, Finny! It wasn't just about sex, either; I could have had that anytime, boys are so horny it would have been no trouble at all. But it had to be you, Finny, all of you; it was always only ever going to be you!"
She reached out to pull him closer, to find her hands trapped in his as he held them down on the bed, his head dipping down to kiss her again. Lara kissed him back, feeling the heat of his erection as he positioned himself between her thighs. He gave her one last searching look, his eyes glowing like fluorescent sapphires.
"I love you, Sissy, I always did; I know I had other girlfriends, but they weren't anything to me, because they weren't you, and I was going out of my mind, wanting you and knowing I could never have you; until now. I love you so much it hurts, Sissy, but it's the best hurt in the world!"
Lara smiled up at him, her eyes glowing to match his.
"Make love to me, Finny, love me properly and make me yours!" she whispered.
Finn responded by dipping down to once more kiss her, his weight transferring to his elbows planted on either side of her. Lara curled her hand around his neck to hold him as they kissed, her breath hissing between her teeth as Finn once more slid himself into her tight warmth.
"Oooh God! So good, oooh yesss!" she murmured as Finn began slowly pumping into her, Lara instinctively pushing back against him as he plunged into her depths.
"That's right, Finny, make love to me baby, yess, like that, yess, like that...!" her litany repeated, her eyes closed as she pumped back against him.
Finn's pace increased as his excitement rose, his lips insistent against hers, his kisses almost savage as his tongue stabbed into her mouth, penetrating her even as his cock found its way into her deepest recesses.
Lara in turn humped her pelvis against him with increasing intensity, her legs crossing behind him, holding herself tightly to him as she bucked against him, forcing herself onto his insistent, pounding cock.
Finn felt Lara's pussy begin to pulse and grip him as she approached her climax, and he redoubled his efforts, ramming into her with short, piston-like strokes, his own climax building unstoppably within him, until
"Ooohhh GOOOODDD!"screamed Lara, her pussy clamping down tightly around him as he rammed into her, a wash of warmth covering his cock and balls as she juiced-out, spraying him in the intensity of her orgasm.
With that, Finn could hold out no longer, feeling his cock lurch and pulse as whatever semen he had left to give blasted into her, the last of his male essence given up in tribute to her.
Finn gasped as he dry heaved, unable to stop himself from pounding into her even if he'd wanted to, his pulsating cock burning as he jammed himself into her as hard as he could, pouring his very last reserves of spunk into her, his vision blurring and his ears popping with the force of his orgasm.
Finn slumped down next to his sister, his chest rising and falling rapidly as the aftermath of orgasm and intense effort washed over him. Lara was no better, her body ringing like a bell as aftershocks shuddered and surged through her, the intense pleasure of her orgasm only slowly ebbing away, leaving a delicious languor behind.
Finn, finally almost recovered from the shock of orgasm, turned to face Lara as she turned to him.
"Love you, Darling Finny!" she murmured, smiling sleepily as she reached out to gently poke the end of his nose.
"Love you too, Sissy!" he returned, gently pulling her closer to wrap his arms around her, giving her bottom a playful squeeze and jiggle.
"Again, baby?" she smiled, one eyebrow raised in question.
Finn returned her grin with a shake of his head.
"Just being sociable, sexy girl! Right now I couldn't raise an eyebrow, let alone anything else; I think you finally ran me dry; I only came a couple of drops just now. Congratulations, you emptied my tank!"
Lara urged his head down and lightly nibbled his chin.
"I knew you big slabs of beef were all talk! Put me to sleep, Finny, make me nice and warm."
Finn pulled the bedclothes back over them, Lara sighing as she turned around to spoon against him, once more pulling his arm around her as she rested her head on his other arm, and lightly rubbed his hip.
"Get some rest, baby, another late night tonight; who knows, if you're up to it, you may get to stretch my bum some more! Good night, darling Finny, love you!" she yawned.
"Goodnight, baby-girl, love you too!" murmured Finn, resting his head on the pillow and inhaling the soft floral scent of her hair, as he too finally dropped off.
PART 5: THE SECOND NIGHT
Once again, the soft, regular chiming awoke them, Finn slowly emerging from a dream about school, of all things, and something about Lara, memory flooding back as he realised he was cupping her breast and her nipple was stiff against his palm, while her warm, soft little apple-bottom was pressed firmly against his erecting cock. He kissed her on the nape of her neck, hearing a soft sigh as she came fully awake.
"Hello, baby-girl, fancy meeting you here!" he murmured in her ear, poking his tongue in and making her giggle and squirm delightfully against him.
"Stop it Finny, it gives me goosebumps!" she giggled, squirming round to face him and slide her arm around his waist. Finn looked levelly at her for a second or two, then gently pulled her closer and kissed her, his hands finding her taut bum cheeks and gently, insistently pulling them apart as they kissed. Lara returned his kiss warmly, holding him as their tongues fenced and darted together.
"You know I love you, right?" she said when they finally surfaced.
Finn fondled her bottom, enjoying the feel of her hands as they caressed his cock and balls, not trying to excite or inflame him, just maintaining contact.
"Yes I do, and I love you too Sissy," he replied, grinning and giving her bottom an extra jiggle before lightly smacking her on her rump.
"Come on, the thirty-minute warning's gone off, so quick shower, then we have to get dressed; move it, Sissy!" he growled.
Lara poked her tongue out at him and sat up, shaking out her hair as she did so. The sight of her body rippling as she shook out her hair made Finn seriously consider just ditching the dinner, grabbing his sister right now, and staying right here instead, with his cock jammed into her and her delicious long legs wrapped tightly around him.
But common politeness won out; as Lara had been at pains to point out that first night, they were guests here, so had to abide by the house rules.
Finn let Lara go first with the shower; he didn't trust himself to keep his hands off her, and they were short of time as it was. When he stepped out of the shower, Lara was already dressed, wearing a short, slinky black cocktail dress, nude seamed stockings, and towering black stiletto heels. With her long legs and skin-tight dress moulded to her lithe body, she looked sophisticated, elegant, and sexy as hell. Finn whistled softly at the sight of his little sister dressed to kill. Lara smiled happily at his compliment, giving a twirl so he could see all of her.
Finn quickly toweled and combed his hair into something approaching neat, and buttoned himself into the pleated-front dress shirt Lara had laid out for him. He eventually tied his black tie to his satisfaction and set his cuff-link Dress studs straight, before shrugging on his suit. Finally he straightened his jacket in the mirror, shot his cuffs like a riverboat gambler, and turned to Lara with a grin.
"Well, do I pass?" he smiled.
Lara looked him up and down and frowned, stepping closer and tugging his tie open.
"I thought you knew how to tie one of these!" she grinned. Finn looked injured.
"I thought I did; I tied it exactly the way I did at the Fresher's Ball at Uni last year!" he protested, smiling ruefully. "Obviously I didn't do it right then either."
Lara re-tied his black tie properly for him, brushed off his lapels, and took his arm.
"There, that's better, too suave for words! Now, take me to dinner, Young Sir!" she urged, smiling as he smiled back at her.
Once again they followed the lights blinking in sync with Lara's bracelet, along yet another corridor to a pair of large double doors. As they approached, the doors swung open, to reveal yet another opulent room, only much smaller than the room yesterday, with a stunningly set table, silver, crystal glassware and floral centrepieces much in evidence.
Everyone else was already there. They were the last to arrive, and once again a team of girls, now dressed professionally in short black skirts and high-necked white blouses, showed everyone to their seats.
The meal was, if anything, even more lavish than the previous night; Finn's head swam at the number and variety of dishes served to them; some he'd only ever read about, some he'd never heard of, but all exquisite and all of them utterly delicious. Course after delicious course made its way to table, meats, fish and shellfish, rich, decadent desserts, dishes hot and cold, all served on the finest china by the team of smiling girls who'd met them on their arrival.
Conversation sparkled and flew up and down the table, Evan, Sylvie and Robyn making toasts to salute and honour their guests, and to Finn, at least, it felt like a special occasion; Evan and his sisters had gone to extraordinary lengths to mark this night as special, and everyone present seemed to have picked up on that. Plus, the feel of Lara's hand on his lap as she lightly squeezed him every so often made sure he remembered her promise of earlier...
When dinner was done, Evan rose and spoke to the assembled couples.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special treat for you tonight; please, follow me!"
They all trooped out, along another corridor, and through into what felt like a large, airy space, although it was pitch black. As they stood in silence, wondering what was coming next, all the lights blazed at once, and they found themselves in a large room decked-out as a speakeasy nightclub, complete with neon signs, private booths, a dance-floor, bartenders with slicked-back, patent-leather Rudolf Valentino hair and pencil moustaches, and waitresses in tiny frilly skirts and seamed stockings.
As the lights flared, the latest sounds came blaring from the sound-system, and a podium with a pair of polished steel poles was highlighted by a set of spotlights. A pair of girls in brief glittery costumes spun and whirled on the poles, shedding their clothes as they did so. The guests stood enthralled as the girls spun acrobatically, their long hair splaying out as they whirled on the poles, their eyes flashing as brightly as the sequins dusting their bodies.
Other girls circulated through the crowd, handing an envelope to each couple. Finn opened his and stared at the wad of crisp banknotes inside, then he understood, and grinned. Lara grinned cheekily, took some of the notes, and was one of the first to push the folded banknotes into the skimpy thongs of the dancers, her expression showing how much she was enjoying the show.
The girls finished their act entirely naked, their shaved pussies and rouged nipples in plain view as they fondled each other while they kissed, then turned to wink lewdly and blow a kiss at the audience, who clapped and cheered, showering them with even more banknotes as they picked up the money already littering the podium.
There were other pretty girls in skimpy flapper costumes, complete with diamante headdresses, ostrich boa's and foot-long cigarette-holders, circulating around the club, and it didn't take Finn long to realize they were lap-dancers, especially when one of the girls shimmied in front of him, her breasts bouncing beneath her brief flapper dress as she smilingly offered him a lap-dance. He blushed as he started to refuse, but Lara cut him short.
"Yes, we'd love one, please! Me first!"
Finn watched in open-mouthed astonishment as the girl stripped as she writhed, her dress falling from her shoulders to reveal a magnificent body dusted with glitter, and wearing only a skimpy thong underneath. She began her dance by rubbing herself against Lara, pressing her breasts into his sister, who grinned with every indication of enjoying it very much indeed. Lara smiled sexily at Finn as she gently flicked and tugged on the girl's nipples, making her giggle and shake her shoulders, causing her breasts to dance and toll.
The girl finished her dance by pulling Lara against her as she kissed her, Lara holding and squeezing her thong-clad bottom before letting go and nodding at the girl, who then pulled away and winked broadly at Finn.
"Your turn, Baby!" grinned Lara, nudging Finn, and before he could say anything the half-naked girl had gone back into her routine, only now it was even more sexually explicit. She held and squeezed her breasts as she pouted at him, tugging on her nipples as she swivelled and gyrated her hips at him, then turning and pulling her buttocks apart as she jiggled them, before sitting in his lap and grinding against him. Finn looked at Lara in helpless embarrassment, expecting to see anger, or at least annoyance, but she was grinning broadly, obviously enjoying the show.
For the big finish, the girl straddled him and thrust her large breasts into his face while she ran her fingers though his hair, rubbing and grinding her crotch into his, then slid off him, turned around and bent double, holding her ankles while jiggling and clenching her thong-clad behind in his face. Finn flushed scarlet, his eyes nearly popping from his head when the girl yanked her thong off, her shaved pussy lips and puckered, pink little anus clearly displayed for him.
Lara could barely contain her laughter as Finn flushed scarlet.
The girl straightened-up and grabbed her skimpy dress, then leaned in and planted a kiss right on his lips. She winked at Lara and giggled, then took the envelope Finn handed her and pulled out the money inside, her eyes widening at the amount, before once again kissing Finn lightly, and Lara once more, a little more seriously.
"He's gorgeous, you're a lucky girl!" she stage-whispered, grinning as Finn flushed again.
As she strutted away, her taut buttocks twinkling as her hips swayed, Lara leaned over and kissed him once, lightly.
"She's right; I am a lucky girl!" she murmured."Now, dance with me, Finny, I want to boogie!"
Finn led Lara out onto the dance floor and basically stood there while she danced around him, like most of the guys on the dance floor, but he enjoyed watching her move, and she obviously enjoyed it too, pausing every so often to teasingly kiss him then laugh and duck away as he tried to grab her.
As they danced, Lara clinging to him during the slow numbers, their lips met more than once in long, slow kisses, while around them the dance floor gradually emptied. Eventually Finn noticed they were nearly alone on the dance floor, and was about to mention it to Lara as she swayed against him, oblivious to the world, when he saw what was happening in some of the booths surrounding the dance floor. He nudged Lara, hearing her gasp and soft giggle as she saw what he was seeing.
Nearly every booth was occupied by a couple having a lap-dance, and not just lap-dances; in the booth nearest them it had gone further, much further; the lap-dancer was being enthusiastically pounded by a guy while his sister watched, her hand moving rapidly inside her panties as she and the dancer kissed and groped each other.
As they looked around, there were several more scenes echoing that, but different combinations or permutations; sometimes it was just the guy and his sister, sometimes the sister was watching while her brother hammered into one of the girls, and in at least two of the booths the brother looked on while his sister and one of the naked lap-dancers kissed, groped, and ground enthusiastically against each other.
"Finny, look..." she breathed, and "...I know..." was all he could murmur in reply, trying desperately to prevent his cock erecting at such an open and overt display of sexual gratification.
Somehow it seemed more intense, not like the scene earlier in the pool area; that had just felt like a raucous beach-party that had gotten a little out of hand; this felt altogether different, more planned and 'adult', and all he could think of was how much he needed to be alone with his sister right now...
"Finny..." murmured Lara, and as he turned to her, she pulled his head down, kissing him deeply while her hand lightly rubbed his swelling cock, feeling his girth though the material of his dress trousers.
Finn pulled her to him, his lips almost savage against hers as he kissed her with all his strength, holding her against him and grinding his bone-hard cock against her mons, hearing her gasp and mew as their sexes ground together, until he had to break for air.
"Sissy...our room...now..." he muttered thickly, lust and desire glowing in his eyes, matching the glow in hers.
As they left the 'nightclub', Evan and his two sisters grinned at each other in their booth as they nodded, Finn and Lara's actions confirming yet again what they already knew or had surmised about them.
Back in their room, Finn wasted no time in stripping Lara, listening in satisfaction as she squeaked with surprise as he unzipped her dress and pulled it down and off her in one move, leaving her standing in just stockings and a wispy black thong.
As she turned to face him, he pulled her close, his hands clenching her buttocks tightly as he pulled her into his crotch. Lara moaned as her thong-clad pussy ground against his hardness, her fingers twining in his hair as she pulled him closer for a hot, needy kiss.
"Get naked, Finny, that's an order!" she husked, and Finn jumped to obey, his eyes never leaving his sister's naked perfection as he tore off his shirt and kicked his pants away, levered off his shoes and yanked his socks off, until only his tented shorts remained. Lara reached down and slowly stroked the front of his shorts, squeezing his turgid cock as she felt the solid girth.
"What shall we do now, Finny?" she teased, licking her lips as she smiled.
Finn hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts, but Lara stopped him.
"Uh-uh, mine!" she smiled, and knelt down in front of him, her face level with his crotch, and, slipping her fingers into his waistband, slowly peeled his tight shorts down, her eyes lighting up as his thick, angry-looking cock slipped out, almost falling into her waiting mouth.
"What shall I do with this, Finny? Please, tell me..." she asked softly, her expression a mixture of innocence and wanton lust.
Finn held his breath as he gently pushed forward with his hips. Lara's eyes twinkled as she opened her lush lips and slowly engulfed the head of his cock, her lips stretched into an obscene scarlet 'O' as she slowly sucked the large pulsating head and thick shaft.
Finn's eyes closed in ecstasy as Lara slowly sucked him, her tongue softly tracing the contours of his cock-head, licking at the frenulum and gently rubbing the furrowed tip as she slowly, deliberately fellated him. Finn knew he couldn't take much of this, especially when she began to squeeze the shaft as her head slowly bobbed, never once letting up with the delicious suction.
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With her free hand, she now began to gently squeeze and manipulate his swollen scrotum, her talented fingers gently squeezing and fondling the seeds one after another, while all the while her mascara'd eyes stared up into his in a display of demure yet wanton sluttishness he'd never have thought possible from his gorgeous little sister. Never, he thought, had he seen Lara look so innocent, yet so hotly fuckable.
Lara increased her sucking and fondling of him, and for Finn there could only be one outcome.
"Sissy...don't...I'm...oh God!" he stammered, while Lara sucked and fondled even harder, feeling his cock tense even further in her hand. Finn could feel his orgasm rising, and Lara, always perfectly in tune with him, gently scratched his perineum. That was all it took to open the floodgates.
"Oohh Goooddd! Ooohhh Jeez, fuck!" gasped Finn, his cock swelling in her mouth as it lurched, a sinewy, muscular jolt, and then a spray of thick, creamy sperm hit the back of her throat. Lara barely had time to swallow before another powerful spurt, then another filled her mouth as Finn's hot, salty-sweet spun bulleted into her mouth, and Lara gulped it down greedily, revelling in the taste of her man emptying himself into her mouth as she sucked avidly, licking and sucking as the jets of spunk died down to a trickle. Lara licked up the last remnants of spunk bubbling from his still solidly erect cock and licked his cock-head clean, before smiling up at Finn as he gazed in wonder at her.
Finn's legs trembled with the effort of remaining upright as one of the most powerful orgasms he'd ever felt took its toll on him, and Lara led him to the bed, recognising that if he didn't lie down, he was going to fall down. Once on the bed, Finn pulled his sister closer by her delectable little buttocks, squeezing, lifting and separating the firm cheeks even as his lips sought hers.
"You're amazing, you know that?" he smiled, and Lara's eyes glittered at the compliment.
"Now it's my turn, Finny; make me shudder, baby, I want to see the elephant!" she grinned, her soft, gently insistent hands arousing him as she squeezed and caressed his erect penis.
Finn rolled onto his back, taking Lara with him so she now lay on him, her legs on either side of his waist, and his cock sandwiched between their bellies. Lara bit her lip and grinned as she began sliding back and forth ever so slightly, just enough to make him close his eyes as the delicious friction rubbed and massaged his cock, sending thrills of sweet agony through him as her satin-smooth skin slid over the sensitive tip of his cock.
When Lara judged she'd tortured him enough, she leaned down to kiss him, her lips hot and insistent, rousing him once more into a state of almost unbearable need. Finn's hands clamped onto the firm cheeks of her bum, moulding and squeezing them as he pushed his erection against her, letting her know he was ready for her.
Lara raised up slightly, feeling for his cock, then aiming it at her damp labia, before slowly pushing back against him, feeling her pussy stretch once more as he slid into her.
"Ooohh yess, ooohh yeess, like that Finny!" she muttered as he slid further and further into her, the welcome invasion feeling endless and truly delightful, the sensation of being stretched and filled both breathtaking and arousing.
Lara slid upright, her hips gyrating as she pumped on top of her brother, and Finn's hands danced over her, holding, squeezing, pinching, caressing, filling her world with sensation and delight as the they moved together. Lara could feel her explosion gathering, thrills and tendrils of orgasms already curling and twisting through her, her nipples throbbing insistently in sync with the beat of her heart, and the increasingly stronger and more thrilling pulsations from her highly stimulated pussy. When Finn slid his hands up her torso to cup and squeeze her breasts, her breath caught in her throat, and when he cupped her breasts to roll and squeeze her nipples, the dam finally burst.
Lara screamed as orgasm surged through her, unbearably thrilling pulses of pure wonder beating insistently through her, wave after delightful wave, her entire body feeling like it was glowing with an electric aura as all her nerve endings sang and chorused in a chord of pure pleasure. Her bones felt like they were filled with molten gold, a sensation of liquid heat that carried her through the mist of ecstasy as all her senses shut down, and she floated in a timeless place with nothing except the pure, explosive, utterly thrilling power of orgasm to sustain her.
As the last waves of pleasure uncoiled and drained from her, sight, and sensation, the feel of her Finny holding her, the staccato beat of her heart drumming wildly in her chest, all these things returned, bringing her back to the mortal world after her brush with timeless ecstasy. Lara slumped down against Finn, her breath sobbing in her lungs as the aftershocks of her gigantic orgasm ebbed and eased away, leaving her in their wake, satisfied beyond her ability to describe, and tired beyond belief.
Finn pulled her against him, Lara grateful for the calm, measured beat of his heart against the drum-roll still pounding in her chest as her heart slowly returned to normal.
"You're okay, it's okay, I've got you..." came Finn's voice, calm and soothing, his soft hands running over her body, calming, relieving, washing away the unbelievable stress of her heart-stopping orgasm.
"Calm down, Sissy, that's it, baby, breathe, yes that's it..." he chanted softly as his gentle hands continued to caress and knead her, Lara responding to his voice on another level entirely as she heard the concern and boundless love in his voice. Finny was worried! What just happened?
She raised her head, the effort almost more than she could manage, to look into his beautiful bright blue eyes, now almost violet as his emotions vied for control of him.
"Finny...what...what happened?" she croaked, seeing Finn smile as his eyes brightened and his arms tightened around her
"Welcome back, baby! I was so worried; I thought you'd had a seizure or something! I think you saw the elephant!"
Lara smiled as her phrase came back to her.
"Yes I did, I was in the best place in the world, and it was because of you! Oh Finny, promise you'll keep doing that to me forever!"
Finn pulled her closer, and kissed the tip of her nose.
"For you, Princess, anything, anything in the world, I promise!"
Lara suddenly looked upset.
"What about you, baby, you didn't get anything from that!" she whispered, her lip trembling. For answer, Finn rolled her onto her side, his hands once more clamped around her buttocks as he kissed her, grinning with her when he slid his finger into her tightly creased little anus.
"I think I know what someone wants!" she grinned minxily, pushing back against the digit sliding in and out of her anus, "Get the lube, baby, now I'm recovered a little, I think I need a little attention elsewhere tonight, are you up to it?"
Finn picked up the tube of gel from the night-stand and squeezed a finger-full out, then turned Lara so he could massage it into her tight little hole.
"Put a lot in there, please Finny!" she grinned, "earlier by the pool was good, but I want a longer ride right now, so better grease me up good!"
Finn pushed as much into her as he could, then slid a finger in, moving it around until he could fit a second finger in; Lara moaned and sighed as he gently frigged her bottom, opening and loosening her hole, her moans increasing when he added more lube and worked a third finger into her, pumping away until she grabbed his wrist.
"Enough, Finny, please, I'm not a fucking glove puppet! Now, get that big thing of yours up here right now, I want you in me!"
Lara lay face down on the bed, and Finn pulled a couple of pillows under her midriff to raise her midsection up. Lara reached back, and pulled her cheeks apart, showing Finn her shiny, well-lubricated anus. Finn rubbed a final spurt of gel over the tip of his cock and leaned up over her, aiming himself just right, until the tip of his cock was pressing lightly against her pink crease, teasing her.
"Finny, don't ...!" she growled, "Just do it!"
Finn stroked her hips and held her as he slowly pushed into her, listening to her gasps and waiting for her to tell him to stop if he hurt her. His lubricated cock slid slowly into her tight anus, the head popping in past her ring which clamped tightly around his shaft as he leaned forward, taking his weight on his forearms as he covered her with his body.
"Ooohhh God, ooh that's so big, oh Christ..." muttered Lara as he slowly sunk into her depths, until his stomach was resting against her smooth, firm buttocks, his large prick shoved all the way up inside her bottom.
Finn waited until she'd stopped panting, then, at her nod, began to slowly withdraw.
"Ooohh YESS!" gasped Lara, her bottom dancing as she humped back against him, seeking to draw him back into herself. Finn withdrew nearly all the way, then slid back in again, the ring of her anus holding him tightly, and his need to come, to fill her with his sperm rapidly gaining ground.
Gritting his teeth, he pushed back into her, holding back as best he could as the sensations of furnace heat and rippling, throbbing flesh threatened to push him over the edge.
Finn slid his hands under his sister and cupped her breasts, his fingers once more rubbing and squeezing her nipples, building yet another storm inside her as he pounded into her arse, his cock jack-hammering as he pushed Lara to yet another gigantic orgasm.
Lara groaned as her orgasm hit her, her eyesight dimming as the waves of pleasure washed over her again, her body shuddering as she basked in the overload of sexual pleasure. Her anus clamped down on his cock, and Finn shouted, unable to restrain himself as the pressure finally tipped him over too, sperm reserves he wasn't aware he had spraying out of his swollen cock and bathing her bowels with the heat of his climax, spurt after spurt, his body convulsing as each iron-hard bolt of spunk jetted from him, until at last he slumped down, too wrung out to move. His last conscious thought was to roll away so he didn't crush his Sissy as he collapsed into an exhausted stupor, Lara held tightly in his arms as they both slept like stones.
PART 6: THE NEXT MORNING
The soft chimes woke them, Finn disoriented and blurry, still not fully recovered from the enormous expenditure of energy earlier, but smiled at Lara, fast asleep in his arms, innocent and softly alluring in sleep, her out-thrust bottom lip ripe for nibbling and licking, so he did, until she opened her eyes and smiled at him.
"Hello beautiful boy!" she grinned, nipping his lip in return, giggling softly as his hand gently caressed her breasts, flicking her nipples idly.
"Come on, Finny, shower time, then breakfast; I'm starved, come on!"
Once they'd showered, shampooed, and in Finn's case, shaved, they dressed for what they guessed would be another pool-side breakfast. They left their room and followed the LED on Lara's bracelet, blinking red this time, for some reason.
After a couple of turns, Finn realised they weren't making for the pool area, they were going in another direction entirely, and as he was about to mention it to Lara, they came to a smaller set of polished double doors, which swung open as they approached. They glimpsed Robyn, and another couple, just the backs of their heads visible in the deep Chesterfield sofa they were sitting in.
As Finn and his sister entered the room, Evan stood up, his face wreathed in smiles.
"Finn, Lara, good morning, and for once, it really is morning!"
At the mention of their names the two people on the sofa heads' snapped around, and Finn stopped in shock; it was mum, and Uncle Mike! Lara gasped, instinctively drawing closer to him as his arm went around her.
"Mum, what are you doing here?" exclaimed Lara, hugging her as her mother was suddenly holding her.
"Finn, Lara...I don't know, I was in...I was at Uncle Mike's place, these people turned up and said we had to come with them!" She looked away guiltily for a moment, then continued.
"They wouldn't take no for an answer, baby, they practically forced us into this blacked-out car and drove us for hours...what's going on, baby, who are these people, what do they want with us, what have you done?"
Their Uncle Mike was also looking confused, and more than a little angry, but he made no move toward the pair of them, possibly because they were flanked by a pair of burly, black-suited men with sunglasses who'd suddenly appeared from nowhere.
Finn was still reeling with the shock of seeing his mother here, the last person he would have expected to see. Evan stepped between them, once again the urbane host.
"Please, Mrs. Elliot, Mr. Kershaw, have a seat, everything will be explained, I promise you."
Their mother looked like she was about to object, but her brother touched her elbow.
"Carys, please, it's alright, let's hear them out..." he whispered, his touch seeming to calm his sister, and they both took their seats again.
Mike cocked his head at Evan.
"OK, now we're seated, perhaps you'd care to explain why my sister and I were virtually kidnapped and brought here, just who the hell you people are and what makes you think you can do that, and what the blazes Finn and Lara have to do with all this!"
Evan leaned back in his chair, Robyn sitting on the arm next to him.
"Mrs. Elliot, Finn and Lara have been our guests over the weekend; they've been enjoying themselves along with our other guests, but we also invited them for a reason; to offer them a business proposal of sorts; they haven't rejected it out of hand, and we hope they'll say yes."
Carys Elliot snorted.
"This is preposterous! My children are going to finish university, not go haring-off on some wild 'get-rich-quick' business proposal on your say-so, whoever you are!"
Evan frowned slightly.
"I rather think that's for them to say; they're both over eighteen, they have minds and free-will, and any decision about their future has to include them, wouldn't you say?"
Carys bridled at his confident tone, her face reddening as her anger rose. She opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by Finn.
"Mum, enough, please! Evan and his sisters made us an offer, an offer too good to pass up, and we're not going to. Lara and me, this is what we want, and we're going to accept. We'll both finish university, I promise, but this is what we want. Sissy?"
Lara took Finn's hand, their mother's eyes narrowing as comprehension dawned as Finn squeezed her hand reassuringly.
"Mum, Finny and me, this is what we want, truly. It's a fantastic offer, it will bring us all we've ever wanted, and we're taking it. I'm sorry mum, I wish we'd been able to tell you another way, but Finny and me, we're...together now, we're staying together, and this is the way to make our future happen!"
Carys' eyes widened as she took in what her daughter had just said. Her face suddenly paled as she exchanged a furtive glance with her own brother before speaking.
"Are you telling me that you two...together...like that...no, you can't, you mustn't, it's wrong..."
Evan interjected before she said something she'd regret.
"Mrs. Elliot, because of the nature of the weekends we host here, we vet our guests rather carefully. Finn and Lara were vetted as a matter of course, and while we were checking them out, this came into our possession."
So saying, he slotted a USB pen drive into a port on the side of the huge TV screen behind him and clicked a remote. A video began playing, Finn, Lara and Carys all gasping as the scene unfolded.
There, on screen, were Carys and her brother, standing in the doorway of a closed shop in Whitchurch market, locked in a passionate kiss, hands roaming over each other, Mike hands openly squeezing and fondling her bottom as they kissed.
Another scene clicked on, this time Mike and Carys leaning against a tree in a park somewhere, kissing again, and this time Carys' hands were quite obviously fondling and squeezing Mike's cock, his own hands cupping her breasts as they kissed
The scene jumped, and now Finn recognised Mike's house in Oswestry. Someone had taken the movie with a long-range lens, the interior of the master bedroom visible through the picture window, and they could quite clearly see Carys on all fours on the bed, Mike kneeling behind her, their features clear and unmistakeable, her brother holding her by the hips as he pounded into her.
There was something wild, and primal, primitive and compelling in watching their mother fuck with such abandon, and Finn felt himself responding, realising as he watched the couple on-screen that his mother was a beautiful, sexual woman, but more than that; he was seeing Lara in twenty years time; she was her mother's daughter in more ways than one, and he had much to look forward to.
Carys had gone white, as had Mike, the blood draining from their faces as their shameful secret was laid bare in front of her children, her expression aghast as Evan clicked off the television.
"So now you're going to...to blackmail me, blackmail us, you'd do that to me? Why? Finn, Lara, don't...I'm..." she whispered, tears of shame in her eyes.
Lara longed to hug her, to tell her that she would never do that, but Evan spoke first, his voice soft and calming
"No-one's blackmailing anyone, Mrs. Elliot; I merely showed you that to underline that everyone here has secrets, so please, no more judging. There's only one copy of this drive, so here, it's yours, we have no use for it, keep it, wipe it do whatever you want with it. Would you like something to drink, some tea, perhaps, something to calm you down?"
Carys nodded gratefully, burying her face in her brother's shoulder as one of the black-suited men nodded and turned away, leaving as silently as he'd arrived.
Mike Kershaw, Lara's Uncle Mike, cleared his throat nervously, drawing their attention to him.
"So if you had that...thing...of us...what next? Lara says she and Finn are together, why do they need to be here, what kind of proposition have you made them? They're still my niece and nephew, still my only family, I think I have a right to know!"
"Shall I answer that?" came Sylvie's voice from the doorway, so Evan nodded, handing the floor to her. Sylvie swayed into the room, and sat gracefully on the other arm of Evan's chair.
"Mrs. Elliot, Mr. Kershaw, may I call you Carys and Mike?" Both nodded, so she continued.
"Carys, Mike, we run a...a club here, a very special, very discreet club, but now we feel it's time for us to go, so we looked for people we thought could trust to take it away from us and do things properly. We found Lara and Finn, and so now all this you see around you, this house, this whole complex, the staff, the fleet of cars, everything here, now belongs to them."
She smiled at their thunderstruck expressions before continuing.
"They are the new owners, and all the privileges and responsibilities that goes with carrying on our work falls on them. But they can't do it alone; they need their family to be there for them as well. This is where you come in, and the reason we brought you here."
She paused to smile at them both.
"The care and upkeep of this place is taken care of. Finny and Lara will each be paid a very generous allowance, and this place is theirs to do with as they please, however they see fit; they're the owners now. Their allowances will make them wealthy, we've seen to that; their futures in that respect are taken care of. What they'll need from you is to know that you support them, that you'll be happy for them. In return, I have a proposition for you, for both of you."
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Carys and Mike looked at each other, then warily at Sylvia.
"Go on..." murmured Carys, her expression softening as Sylvie smiled sympathetically at her.
"When Finny and Lara elected to throw-in with us, they became part of our family, a very special part. That also includes you and Mike, if you let it happen; we have it in our power to ensure that Kershaw-Elliot Associates becomes one of the most sought-after and successful architectural practices in the world; we have enough commissions spread among the 600 or so companies we own or control to keep you both busy and in demand for the rest of your lives."
"If we keep our mouths shut and stay away from them, I suppose...!" gritted Mike, to be brought up short by Sylvie.
"Not in the slightest; this is not an attempt to shut you up, or some kind of bribe; you're Finn and Lara's family, we couldn't very well give them everything they wanted and leave you to one side; no, this is a gift from them, not 'hush-money' from us, I promise you. I suspect you and Carys would like to be together. This is your chance; we have properties in Nice, Cannes, San Marino, San Tropez, a dozen other places, and we have no use for any of them, pick one, remodel it to suit you, live there and be together, that's really what you want, isn't it? "
Lara watched her mother as she looked at Mike, her eyes huge as all her dreams were handed to her on a platter.
"Mum...?" she said, almost too soft to be heard, but her mother turned to look at her, then once more gazed at Mike. He picked up at once the longing in his sister's eyes, and his face, so much like Finn's from certain angles, broke into a happy smile.
"Well, when you put it like that...!"
EPILOGUE
Finn moved against Lara, his cock pounding into her, Lara mewling in ecstasy as he drove into her again and again, pushing her closer and closer to the brink, until, as his lips clamped over hers, he slid his finger into her tight little anus as he jammed his cock into her as hard as he could.
Lara screamed as orgasm bowled over her, wave after wave of exquisite pleasure lashing and battering at her, a summer storm of perfect ecstasy. Her pussy and anus clamped down on the invaders, the sudden pressure on his cock too much to bear any longer, and Finn groaned out loud, perfect pleasure echoing her perfect storm as endless spurts of spunk sprayed out of him, bathing and filling her every secret, innermost place.
Finn slumped down against his perfect sister, his hand on her smooth belly tracing every trill and quiver as aftershocks raced and surged inside her, slowly dying away into the lassitude of afterglow.
After a while he became aware that the chime was calling, endlessly repeating. Lara grinned as she hoisted herself up on one elbow, pulling the covers over them in some semblance of modesty.
"Yes Haley, is there a problem?" she called, and the big screen on the far wall flicked itself on. Haley Moore's face appeared, a wrinkle between her perfect eyebrows.
"Oh Eewww, what's wrong with you two, get a room!" she grinned.
"Was there something, Hales, or were you just trying to cause coitus interruptus?" grinned Lara, completely at ease with her best friend and now personal assistant and Head housekeeper, albeit an extremely well-paid and very special housekeeper. Hayley had discovered in herself a talent for organisation bordering on genius, and was instrumental in the spectacular successes of the last several 'Sisterfest' weekends, including a New Year weekend that was going to be well-nigh impossible to top.
It was Hayley's idea to call herself 'housekeeper', although it has to be said, few housekeepers get Ferrari F430's as Christmas presents from their bosses...
"Your mum's on Skype, do you want to get some clothes on, or are you just going to whip the covers off and show her Finn's dick as well?"
"Haley!" sighed Lara, Haley responding with an even wider grin.
"I've said it before, and I'll say it again; Finn, you've got a lovely bum!" she smirked.
"Hales!" gritted Lara, so Haley grinned, winked at them both, and suddenly there was Carys, behind her the blazing whites and brilliant turquoise blue of the Mediterranean. Carys looked like she was fit to burst.
"Lara, look, we did the scan today, it's confirmed, we're having another baby!"
Finn and his sister chatted with their excited mother for a few more minutes before she had to dash, but she left them both excited as well, and Lara more than a little wistful.
"Finny, when do you suppose we can have a baby?" she wondered softly, and Finn, always in tune with his beautiful sister's moods, gathered her in so he could look into her marvellous eyes.
"Tomorrow if you like. We've been playing host here for nearly five years now, we've got a pile of cash set aside, and Evan was asking just the other day if we were ready to follow them, and I have to say, the three of them look good, and happier than ever with a bunch of kids running around them. When you're ready, just say so and I'll be right there with you."
Lara reached up to brush his cheek with her fingertips.
"You really mean that, don't you? As long as I know you mean it, I'll be happy to wait. Maybe one more year, then we'll hold another mid-summer 'Sisterfest' and see if any likely candidates pop out at us, deal?"
"Deal!" he grinned, "I just can't believe mum's popping out yet another one, at her age, too!" which earned him a dig in the ribs from her sharp elbow.
"Mum's only 43, she's not some withered old crone!" she hissed, Finn holding up his hands and grinning in surrender.
"I have to say, though" he conceded, "I'm glad she had another little girl; Morwen's a doll, she looks just like I remember you when you were tiny. I can't wait to make one of my own just like her, no sir, not at all!"
Lara stretched like a cat, her eyes hooded and inviting.
"Then come here, big brother, lets practice; after all, practice makes perfect!"