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178. Sisterfest 4-5 (67k)

Sisterfest Ch. 04: Rejected Sister 01 - Incest/Taboo

Naomi's plan to seduce her big brother goes terribly wrong.

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This is the next part of the Sisterfest saga I promised, and tells the story of the rejected sister seen in Part 1. This story runs parallel with Chapters 1, 2 3, so some of the incidents and events from the first part are here, although seen and told from a different perspective to Finn and Lara's story.

My thanks, as always, to GrandTeton for editing and being patient with me as I blatantly disregarded everything he so patiently tried to teach me, and to Jabbawookie for some great ideas and reader feedback.

Please remember, this story happens in my made-up world, it's a fantasy, not a depiction of real-life, so certain things happen the way I want them to, not necessarily how they would happen in the real world.

If you like this story, please feel free to vote and/or comment, if you didn't, I'd be just as happy to hear why not.

All characters indulging in adult activities are adults eighteen years of age or older.

This is a re-posting of the original chapter, which I took down as I didn't have the time to address the second half of Naomi Rowan's story, and I didn't think it would be fair to leave people hanging. So please, no claims of plagiarism, if you think you read this before, you probably did, but I removed it; now that the second half is almost done, I feel better about re-posting this first part.

Part 1: Rowan

My name is Rowan Redman, and this is the story of how my life began, my real life, not the first twenty-one years or so; I sleepwalked through them, like probably most of my generation. My life actually started when I was twenty-two, when I was still at university, studying for an MSc. in Architectural Engineering and living at home with my mother and my little sister, Naomi, known to the world at large as Nimmie, or just plain Nim.

Mum was an author, writing for various magazines, local interest pieces for the most part, but also several moderately successful children's books under various noms de plume. We were what you could probably call a typical family.

My father did a bunk when I was thirteen; he was an investment counsellor and broker, and when his business took off, so did he, shacking-up with his nineteen year old secretary with tits like basketballs and a brain you could fit in a mouse's ear and still have room for her personality. Mum was heartbroken, as she should have been, but she pulled it all together and carried on, doing the work of two parents because our feckless father didn't want anything more to do with us.

So Dad disappeared from our lives and other than the monthly maintenance payments we never saw or heard from him again, not even the occasional birthday card for his only daughter, and now I was the man of the family for real, all fourteen years of me. Nimmie is a year and a bit younger than me, and polar opposites to me in almost every way. I'm dark haired, with grey-green eyes ('Hazel' mum and Nimmie call them); she's corn-blonde, with startling green eyes; I'm tall and athletic, not exactly buff, but not skinny either, kind of nondescript, and usually badly dressed, and she's petite, usually dressed-down, not a party-girl by any means, but a complete knockout if you take a closer look at her.

We differed in other ways too. I played most sports, but my favourites were tennis and cricket in the summer and rugby and soccer the rest of the year, and I preferred to spend Saturday evenings socialising with my friends, whether clubbing or pubbing, while Nim preferred to study or listen to mum's old Everly Brothers, Roy Orbison, and Skeeter Davis records.

Boys were starting to notice her, and I had my hands full reminding some of the more determined spotty creeps who wanted to try their luck with her that if they came within touching distance of my little sister, they were going home with their dicks nail-gunned to the back of their heads, and if they didn't believe me, they were welcome to try.

Things finally settled down when Nim left school and started university; I'd sort-of accepted she was a grown-up now, so she needed her space, but I didn't let down my guard too far; Nim was gorgeous if you looked beyond the studious look and nerdish air she cultivated. She was studying nursing at the Croydon University hospital, so not a million miles from our home in Caterham, in Surrey; at least it meant I could still keep an eye on her.

She'd grown into a medium height, quietly beautiful girl, with a shapely, feminine, but not extravagant figure, and had taken to wearing her hair twirled-up in a kind of 'bun', as she didn't want to cut it, and the hospital didn't want the nursing trainees draping their hair all over the patients. With her big-rimmed glasses on, and her tightly bound hair, she looked studious and meek, almost invisible, and when not in her nurse's whites or scrubs, slobbed around in my old sweats and T-shirts.

I did notice one thing odd about her, though: no boyfriends. Ever. Mum even went so far as to ask me if I didn't think Nim might be a lesbian, not that it mattered, but I laughed it off. It got me thinking though; never a boyfriend, not even the occasional date. Saturdays invariably saw her sprawled on the living-room floor in sweats or old tracksuit bottoms and tee-shirt, studying, watching TV, or just reading.

If I asked her why, since nurses were all legendarily sex-crazed man-eaters, wasn't she out causing trouble with her pals, she'd just dimple and say she had everything she needed right here, which always unsettled me, for reasons I couldn't understand or explain.

I have to say, though, watching her stretched out on the floor on her tummy, with her ankles crossed behind her, and her bum gently flexing and jiggling as she hand-wrote her notes for the day, was always something I looked forward to, even if I wouldn't admit it to myself.

However, one thing soon made itself apparent to me. For all her efforts to 'dress-down' and look dowdy, I couldn't help but see just what a hottie my little sister really was; when she wasn't wearing drab, baggy old clothes or bathrobes, it was obvious she had a stunning little figure: a tiny little waist, what they used to call a 'wasp-waist', a tight, shapely little bum, and pert boobs that her tiny waist just made look bigger.

The first time I noticed, I couldn't help but notice everything, then felt disgusted with myself, and permanently soiled, for ogling my baby sister like that. Nim never even noticed me noticing, otherwise I felt sure she would have landed me a good slap in the face.

Of course, once I took notice of her, it became impossible to stop noticing her; in fact, it became almost my obsession. Nimmie didn't seem to be that bothered when she blearily wandered down for breakfast on a Sunday morning wearing nothing except one of my old sweatshirts and a pair of tight little panties, and then of course, all I'd be seeing in my mind's eye for the rest of the day would be her taut, round, perfect little bottom in those tightly stretched panties, each well-defined, globular bubble-cheek quivering delightfully atop her long, perfect thighs, and those things jiggling around inside her sleeping top.

It was driving me crazy; I found my sister deliciously attractive, but I was supposed to protect her, not leer at her every opportunity I got; what kind of pervert was I, and what should, or could, I do about it?

In the end, common sense told me to do nothing; if the sight of Nim's legs, or her cute bottom, or her dimples, or her bouncy boobs was getting me all hot and bothered, then I should stop looking. Try to remember she's your baby sister, I told myself sternly; anyone else who had those kind of thoughts is going to be a dead man. Apply the same standards to yourself, you idiot.

So I did, and it was hard, believe me; every night she'd caper through my head, her hot little arse jiggling and her delicious tits bouncing, naked as a jaybird and hot as the hinges of Hell, and I would play with her as she sucked me, and fucked me, and did every nasty, perverted, sexy thing I could dream up, endlessly, all night long.

I never laid a hand on her, not even a lickerish glance, but I laid her down and she drained my balls every single night and the fantasy never got old or worn and jaded, not when the living, breathing, hotly desirable object of all my wicked, feverish fantasies lived at the other end of the corridor.

One day, mum presented me with a brand new, top-spec laptop for university and I discovered the world of HD internet porn in all its glory. Someone once said the internet contains at least two billion pages of porn; even if that's not true, it certainly feels true, after all the stuff I leafed through looking for another way to get my fix, and then I found her. She was the spitting image of Nim. I nearly fell off my chair. The only way I could tell this girl wasn't Nim was the eyes and the chest: she had blue eyes, and a chest like a pair of honeydew melons; other than that, she was Nimmie, in every detail, and she was doing every filthy, dirty, perverted, exciting, endlessly varied thing I'd fantasised about doing with Nim and she looked like she was enjoying every second of it.

I hurriedly created a folder on my virtual drive called simply 'N', and grabbed every picture I could find of this girl, let's call her 'Alyssa'. I went through website after website, and found more and more pictures of her, in solo shoots, twosomes, threesome, Dp, Dap, costumes, everything it's possible for a girl to do with one or more men, a flood of images, and then, oh joy, actual video, and now I had a handy visual for the X-rated Nim-movie playing more or less constantly in my head. 'Alyssa' wasn't Nim, but she was as close as I was ever going to get, and that was good enough for me.

Round about the beginning of Spring Term, after the Christmas break, I started to notice a change in Nim. She seemed to be more gregarious, more interested in me, which I thought was odd; we weren't hostile or anything, we bantered and joked around, but I mostly kept my stuff to myself, and she did likewise, both of us respecting each other's space and privacy; I was the big brother, and she wasn't, and we worked just fine like that.

Now, suddenly she was interested in me, in my life, what I wanted, and where I was going. I was cool with sharing stuff like that with her; we lived together in the same house, we didn't rub each other the wrong way, so conversations like that between us were inevitable. It just seemed slightly odd that after years of amicable, mutual disinterest, she now wanted to know about big brother's world.

She also began dressing differently. Gone were the bathrobes, baggy sweats, and squashy, bunny-head or gorilla-feet slippers. Now she was parading around in crop-tops, skin-tight sports shorts cut high on the hip, lightweight tee's with her nipples poking out like hat-pegs, summer dresses that were like wide belts, covering her from just above her nipples to just below the curve of her buttocks, and when a warm day made an appearance, she'd be sunbathing out on the patio in swimsuits made of postage-stamps and dental floss, which raised my internal temperature near the danger-level.

Nimmie has very pale skin, as a natural blonde, so she needs at least a 50 sun-block, and she'd prevail on me to do the bits she couldn't reach, which of course triggered a certain reflex in me, so I'd slather it on her any old how, give a quick rub to spread it around properly, then dash indoors to properly 'entertain' myself with the image of her like that, with 'Alyssa' to keep me on the boil, behind locked doors, of course; didn't want her walking in on me in that state...

Once I was done, I would then amble out nonchalantly and give her a lecture on Basal Cell Carcinoma and other skin cancers; this did not usually go down too well, and only partly because she knew more about it than I did...

On wondering what had brought this whole change about, my knee-jerk reaction was to assume she'd got a boyfriend, followed by an almost overpowering urge to hunt him down and skin him with a blunt chisel, but I quickly stuffed that back down where it belonged; she was nearly twenty, the law said she was an adult, so whatever she did, she'd be doing it as an adult, but I still didn't like the idea.

Forgetting for a moment the fact I was almost paralyzing myself with the amount I wanked over her, she was still my little sister, and I still had 'big-brother' instincts rearing-up all over the place whenever I thought of some slack-jawed, skinny, greasy zit-farm touching her and defiling her body; it creeped me out and made my blood boil at the same time.

So I'd tell her to cover them up, because mum would have a fit if she saw her like that. She'd just dimple at me, and blithely ignore me, but at least she knew now that her being so scantily dressed was not something I needed to see from my little sister (oh, but it was, it was...)

I used to joke with her when she was younger, calling her 'Big Bum', which kind of played to her insecurities; Nim wanted more than anything to be a consumptive-looking, skeletal, heroin-chic waif like some of these so-called 'supermodels'; alas, she was blessed with the figure of a Fifties movie starlet; a firm, heart-shaped bottom, pinched-in wasp-waist, and boobs that looked bigger than they were because of her tiny waist; when she put on a swimsuit she looked like Annette Funicello or Sandra Dee, or one of the other teen stars of all those beach movies mum liked so much; if she'd been a teen in the Fifties or Sixties, they'd definitely have snapped her up, because she was just the prettiest girl I'd ever seen, even then, and well on the way to being traffic-stoppingly beautiful.

It all really started to ramp-up after Easter, Nim's second year at uni. I was lounging one afternoon, watching TV and really not paying attention, when Nimmie breezed into the room. I was bored, so I thought I'd wind her up a little.

"Hi Big-Bum, where you been?"

"I have not got a big-bum, you lanky streak!" she flashed in sudden annoyance at me, which only made me grin and stick my tongue out. I sauntered around behind her and looked her up and down.

"No, you're right there, you don't have a big bum; it looks just fine from here!" With that, I wolf-whistled, the one thing that really winds her up, as I well knew.

She spun around and thumped me on the chest, eyes blazing, so I backed away, still grinning, holding my hands up in surrender.

"Okay, okay, you win, your bum's perfect, and someday some lucky bloke's going to find out just how perfect; of course, that will be just seconds before he dies, because I will definitely kill him, you can count on that!"

She smiled and batted her eyelashes at me, smiling happily.

"Would you weally, weally, do that for me, Big Bwuvver?" she lisped, making me grin even wider.

"Of course I would; you're my little sister; anyone who touches you will end up with my foot shoved up his arse, count on it!"

Her voice took on a wheedling, cajoling tone, one I knew well from when she was smaller and wanted her own way (which I usually gave her; she WAS my cute little sister, after all, who actually didn't know just how lovely she really was, as well as being a genuinely nice person to boot).

"Rowan, I have to go to a party in a few weeks. It's a weekend house-party, and I need to bring someone; no-one is going to want to be my date, not with you looming over me like Mister Angry, and I doubt mum's going to be happy if I go away for the weekend with just anyone, so I'd like you to come along as my chaperone, whatever, because I'm going, I promised I would, and I can't back out now. What say you, will you help out your little sister? Pleeeeaasse?"

OK, I didn't see that coming. I sat down and looked up at her.

"What does mum have to say about this? Does she know you're planning on disappearing off to God knows where for a whole weekend? I know you're nineteen, but you're still a bit young to just go traipsing off alone into the wide blue yonder."

She bit her lip, something I've always loved in her; it's such a cute mannerism, and she had such lovely rosebud lips and white, even teeth, too...

"Rowan, please, I really want to go, all my friends are going, please come with me; who knows, maybe you'll get lucky?"

I grinned at that.

"Nimmie, are you setting me up with one of your numpty friends? I know them all. They don't know anything about the real world, and I don't know anything about fashion, One-Direction, X-Factor, Big Brother, or MTV, so that's not gonna happen!"

She slapped my shoulder, probably harder than she meant, because I actually winced.

"You know that's not true! If you come with me, I can have a weekend with my friends, and no boys will bother me, not with ugly, scary Rowan hanging around!"

I grinned even wider at that, trying not to laugh.

"'Ugly, scary Rowan?' You're not exactly making any friends here, Big-Bum!"

"Ro-wann!!" she gritted, so I backed off.

"Okay, I'll do it, but you'll owe me, Nimmie, are we clear on that?"

She stared at me wide-eyed, and actually simpered.

"So what do you want in return, Rowan? Ask away, whatever it is, the answer's yes!"

Okay, she asked for it, and I couldn't resist it, so I leered at her and winked suggestively.

"I dunno, wha' you got's to give, hermanita?" I drawled, doing what I thought was a reasonably good L.A. street gang voice, while I looked her up and down even more suggestively, licking my lips for added effect.

Nim gasped in outrage.

"Rowan Redman, what did...how dare you, you pig!" she stormed, and I smirked at her; good, that's what you get for making such a bloody stupid offer. Time to tell her some of the facts of life.

"I dared because you left that door open, Nim, you numbskull! How many times have I told you, don't go making offers like that to guys, we're all the fucking same! If you show the dog the rabbit, he's going to fucking pounce! As your older brother, and the token grown-up around here, I thought perhaps I should let you in on that! Now, you don't owe me, I said I'd go with you, and I will, and I will gladly look out for you, but if you even try and set me up with any of your pinheaded friends, and especially that bonehead Janice, I will fix you, I swear; if she and her chest and her empty head are there, I'm dragging you back home, got it? The girl's an idiot..."

Nim squealed and bounced onto the sofa next to me, hugging me, and planting a big sloppy kiss right next to my mouth. I wasn't expecting that, nice as it was, so I feigned shock and fended her off, spluttering as convincingly as I could. Nim didn't seem to care; she was beaming as she hugged me again and jumped to her feet.

"Thank you, thank you Rowan; I promise you'll have a great time, and I swear: no Janice, cross my heart!"

I had to grin at the memory of the last time I'd encountered her pal Janice, all Bambi-eyes and cleavage, at a party in Woldingham.

"I should hope not, Nim, not after that party at your mate Kylie's place; she tried staring meaningfully into my eyes when we danced, and when I stared back, all I could see was the inside of her head, and way off in the distance, light leaking in through her earholes; there's dim, there's really, really, dim, and then there's Janice..."

For once Nim didn't defend her half-wit friend, the one person on the planet who actually didn't know how to walk and chew gum at the same time; instead, she fairly skipped happily out of the room, off to make plans, or whatever. I sat back on the couch, still feeling the slight pressure of her lips next to mine; it had felt nice, it had felt too nice, and I couldn't let it happen again, not with Nim. Still, if only...

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Part 2: Naomi.

My name is Nimmie, and I'm 19 years old. I live with my mum and older brother, Rowan, in a place called Caterham, not far from Gatwick Airport, in Surrey, England. I'm just under 5'6", blonde hair like mum's, but more sort of 'washed-out'; mum's hair is a lovely deep, honey- gold; mine, not so much; Rowan says my colour is what they call 'corn-blonde'. I have green eyes, a fair complexion, slim and willowy (according to Rowan) with 32B boobs, which look bigger because I have a small waist, but I still look in-proportion to my height and weight. My friends say I'm shapely, with a nice round bum, which allegedly is what men want in a blonde. Rowan says I'm pretty, but he's my big brother, he's supposed to. I tip the scales at just about 58 kilos, or 127 lbs, so not exactly underweight, either. All things being equal, I think I fit together pretty well.

Rowan is nearly two years older than me, with green-hazel eyes. He looks an awful lot like dad, which means he's a real looker, something my girlfriends at school would never, ever let up about, and I do sometimes see mum looking at him when he's not looking and there's a tear in her eye. Rowan is tall, almost 6'2", well, but not heavily, built, more a sort of triathlete's build, or maybe a championship tennis player; well-muscled but not at all heavy or hulking is the best way I can describe him.

Rowan, on the other hand, claims he's built like a racing turkey...

He has beautiful chestnut hair, shot through with blond highlights, like dad's, but not well groomed and meticulous like dad always was, though; Rowan goes out of his way to look anonymous and nondescript, as little as possible like that bastard father of ours, in fact. It doesn't fool me, though, nor my friends; anything more than a quick glance at him and the man-hottie he tries to hide leaps out at you.

I did have one shameful secret, and it was driving me insane with the effort of not just blurting it out; of all the boys I've met, since I was old enough to date and have 'the talk' with mum and the visit to the gynaecologist, there's only ever been one guy I'd seriously leap on and have my way with, and it's Rowan. Sick, huh? I saw him naked one day, purely by chance, and that was it; that's what did it for me.

It was not long after Easter when it happened; I'd just returned to uni after the Spring Term break, and came home one afternoon to an empty house, or so I thought. Mum's car was gone, I didn't know Rowan was home, and I'm sure he didn't know I'd come in from classes. I was going upstairs to dump my books in my room and change, when the bathroom door opened and out he walked, stark naked, towelling his hair dry.

He was completely unconscious of my presence as I stood in the bend of the stairs, hidden in the shadow there, staring up at him, absolutely enthralled at seeing him so natural and relaxed, with that perfect poise and unawareness of being observed that even the best stage actors can't capture. I marvelled at his toned, lean torso, at the way each muscle flexed and rippled, perfectly outlined by the dark hair beginning to speckle his chest and outline the muscles of his solid abdomen, at how elegant, graceful and fluid his movements were, and just how perfect his profile was. I held my breath, making no sound or movement to tip him off to my presence, just lost in the sheer visual impact of him as he stood there, completely natural and oblivious, breathtaking in his masculine beauty as he scrubbed at his hair with the towel.

Confused emotions whirled through me; I loved Rowan, he loved me, he was my family, my big brother, and suddenly I fancied him! God, what was wrong with me?

From then on, I'd developed a sort of teasing regime, for reasons that still seemed unclear, but felt right. On days when I wasn't in class or being an auxiliary at the hospital, I'd prance around the house in skin-tight boy-shorts and cut-off tank tops, or sunbathe on the patio in a teensy little red bikini and somehow convince him to rub sun-block on me; as I have very fair skin, he'd help me, slapping it on haphazardly then bolting for the house, and later I'd get the lecture about my skin type being susceptible to skin cancer, which was kind of a boner-killer, even lady-boners...

Still, he meant well, and it showed he cared, but there was no evidence that he was interested in me, or ever was going to be, and I began to despair of ever getting him into a compromising position.

After nearly a year of drooling over him, mooning around half-naked and getting nothing except "Cover them up, Nim; if mum sees you looking like that she'll lock you up in a convent!" and generally getting no more comments or compliments about my bum, or any other part of me, either, I was ready to move things up to DEFCON 2. He wanted to play hard to get, I was willing to play hardball, we'd just see who cracked first.

The next time I had a late morning, no classes and no ward-duties at the hospital, I sneaked into his room to have a rifle through his laptop. I knew he didn't have a password; he never took his laptop out of the house, and I had my own laptop, so he probably thought I'd never snoop his, as what would I do with a bunch of essays and papers on vulcanism and plate tectonics, coastal erosion, and alluvial whatnots. Never, ever believe your little sister is not nosy enough to snoop your laptop; that way lies ruin. My own laptop was locked-down tighter than the Jewel Room in the Tower of London, but then I'm sneaky, deceitful, devious, and underhanded...

On first powering-up, there was nothing immediately incriminating on his desktop, and searching through the dozens of folders there only turned up more and varied papers and charts, diagrams, and graphs relating to his studies. I was about to give up, when I noticed an icon labelled 'virtual drive', so I clicked on it, and there was a sub-folder, titled simply 'N'.

Intrigued more than ever, I clicked on it, and gasped out loud. The girl in the pictures looked exactly like me, being fucked in every possible position, in every hole! There were pictures ranging from straightforward sex, to having a thick cock shoved into her arse, to sucking one, sometimes two cocks at the same time, and many, many shots of her kneeling with her eyes closed as cocks blew their loads over her face, rivulets of spunk running down her face and dripping from her chin in long ropes.

There were video clips as well, in some foreign language, maybe Russian, and it was more of the same. I could feel my pussy itching and throbbing at the sight of a girl who could be me being used in such a filthy, dirty, depraved, exciting way. I wanted it to be me, I wanted to be her, and I wanted Rowan to be the one doing all that to me! Now my pussy was screaming for attention again, so I staggered back to my room, flopped onto my bed, and jammed my plastic boyfriend into me, in any and every hole, while all the time seeing Rowan above me as I imagined that solid, tireless cock of his pounding into me until I erupted in a sweltering, boiling, explosive orgasm that nearly knocked me out cold.

The next day was probably the turning point, the point in my life where teasing and fantasising turned into serious plotting. I was talking to my friend Jane, someone I'd known half my life; I'd had a pre-teen crush on her older brother, Greg, for a while, and she was the person who'd convinced me to study nursing with her.

While we were chatting about general stuff, life, boys, that sort of thing, and sniggering at the junior doctors and medical students trying to appear cool in front of the student nurses, I dropped my guard and, quite without meaning to, blurted out that I thought my big brother was hot, and that I'd do him before I let any of those spotty medical students anywhere near me, and then stopped in horror as I realised what I'd just confessed to.

Jane gave me a really odd look, then took me to one side, where she asked me exactly what I meant. I was cornered, so I told her what I'd been trying to do, what I was feeling for Rowan, the whole nine yards. She gave me a very peculiar look, almost calculating, then told me in no uncertain terms to think carefully about what I was doing. She was going away for Easter, but if I was serious, then perhaps we should have a little chat when classes were back in, because she thought she might be able to help me. That was enough to intrigue me, and so I spent the entire Easter break in a fever of anticipation; for the first time in my life, I actually couldn't wait to get back to class.

A couple of days after classes resumed, I was in the cafeteria when Jane caught my eye. She was sitting alone at a table. She rolled her eyes to indicate the empty chair opposite her, so I casually sauntered over and plonked my tray on the table, dumped my books and sat down. Jane didn't waste any time getting to the point.

"Have you thought about what we discussed before Easter?"

I nodded, and Jane also nodded, watching me carefully in silence for a little longer than I was comfortable with, then seemed to come to a decision.

"Alright, I know some people who may be able to help you. Don't ask me any questions, Nim, because I'll just have to lie to you; just accept I know what I'm doing. I have to make a few calls, and you'll be hearing from someone soon enough, just be patient, got it?"

I nodded again, for the first time wondering just what I was getting myself into.

Jane nodded her head slowly, never once breaking eye contact, then leaned closer, her voice barely audible over the noise and clatter of the cafeteria.

"If you're having second thoughts, Nim, now's the time; I don't feel like wasting my time if you're going to get cold feet. Are you absolutely sure about this? Because this isn't kiss the boys and run away, or spin the bottle; real people are involved, and getting involved means going all the way; are you still sure this is what you want?"

I looked her back in the eye and nodded.

"Yes I am; I think he's worth it; you know him too, almost as well as I do; don't you think he's worth it? I've tried it my way; I couldn't get it to happen. Now I think I have to try it your way."

Jane smiled and reached over to pat me on my wrist.

"Okay, as long as you're sure. I think you'll be alright. The first time I did this with Greg I was scared, but I shouldn't have been; the people we're talking about here need to be careful, but they're good people, and they know what they're doing; they'll look after you and make sure you're safe and it's something you're completely happy doing. Trust me, Nim, I know you'll enjoy it. And, just for the record, Greg and I are still together, in secret, of course, but when I've qualified, we're going away somewhere where we can be together and safe; maybe you need to make plans as well. You know I think Rowan is a hottie, too; much as I love my Greggie, I'm feeling quite jealous of you right now!"

And that, pretty much, was that, at least for several weeks; June was part-way through when I finally got a call early one Saturday morning regarding that odd conversation I'd had with Jane way back in April. A woman who introduced herself as 'Sylvie' said that I'd been referred to her by a mutual acquaintance for inclusion in a special weekend gathering of 'like-minded individuals'; I assumed that was code for 'girls who want to fuck their big brothers'. Was I still interested? This was it. Of course I said yes, and that I would very much like to attend. 'Sylvie' told me that an invitation and instructions would be forthcoming, and rang-off. Now it was in motion, game on.

When I broached the subject about the weekend away to mum, she looked doubtful, but when Rowan said he was going along too, with the express intention of seeing I was safe and well-behaved, mum relented. So now we were set. While I waited on the date, I dialled-back a little on the flaunting and revealing clothes; no need to make it too obvious, not now I had him on the hook; all that was left was to reel him in, which our weekend away together should do quite nicely.

The morning finally arrived; I'd just finished re-packing Rowan's clothes and replacing his habitual grunge with some dressy shirts and slacks, a couple of tennis shirts, and some decent shorts I'd bought him without his knowledge, when I heard him calling me from downstairs.

"Nim, Nimmie, could you come down here, please?"

I poked my head over the balustrade to find out what he wanted.

"What's up , Rowan, I'm busy!" I called down to him.

"Nim, there's a bloody great big limousine here for us; did you order a limo? I thought we were driving down!"

I grabbed his weekend case and dragged it downstairs, where he was waiting for me with a quizzical expression on his face.

"Nim, about this limo...?"

I patted his hand reassuringly.

"Don't worry, Rowan, it's all part of the weekend; the people who are having the weekender have sent it; it's not costing us a penny! Now be a poppet and help me take these cases out!"

He looked at me with that expression he gets when he can't quite believe what I've just said.

"Poppet...?" he murmured, but took hold of both cases and lugged them out to the car, a huge black limousine with very dark privacy glazing. As the driver, a large, square man in a black suit and sunglasses stowed the cases in the boot, Rowan gave me that look again.

"Nim, who are these people, where's their house, and how do you know them?"

Okay, this was it, engage 'lie-mode'...

"The girl whose party it is, Sylvie, is an old friend of Jane's; you know, my oldest friend Jane?" Okay, so that much, at least, is true...

He nodded, grinning, a faraway look in his eyes.

"Yeah, Jane with the big eyes and nice tits; oh yeah, I remember her, alright!"

I punched him lightly on the arm, secretly pleased he was buying this.

"Get your mind out of the gutter and listen! Jane asked me to come along, and as I sort of knew Sylvie anyway, I squared it with her; she was lovely about it, she was actually going to invite me anyway, but felt she didn't know me well enough to ask me outright, so when Jane asked me along, she was fine with it. That's it, Rowan, now you know, the girl's jungle telegraph is still alive and well!"

So not too many outright fat lies, and just enough half-truths to keep him off the scent; besides, I'd talked to Sylvie, so I did 'sort of' know her...

Rowan accepted my explanation, and bowed me into the car, a smirk on his face, and instinctively put his arm around my shoulder as I slid into the deeply-upholstered bench seat next to him. The driver slammed the door, and it was then I realised the privacy glass was opaque in both directions; all we could see outside were vague, blurry shapes. As the limo pulled away, the driver activated the privacy screen, another opaque piece of glass, and we were completely isolated in a blacked-out car going God knows where. I had a few qualms, but I trusted Jane, and Sylvie had seemed genuine, and Jane obviously trusted her, so I tried to relax.

Part 3: Rowan

And now I was walking arm-in-arm with Nim thorough this place we'd arrived at, after endless hours of travel in a blacked-out limousine, and it was an almost surreal experience. Everywhere I looked there was rich, tasteful décor: wide, elegant, richly carpeted corridors with high, intricately coved ceilings, and Regency striped walls with niches containing ornate antique clocks or statues, hung with huge paintings of hunting scenes or fanciful shepherdesses, and long and dizzying flights of stairs that led to more corridors, and yet more staircases, until Nim was completely disorientated.

I wasn't, but I was staggered at the size of this place; just where the hell were we? Gigantic, empty stately homes, route marches through what felt like miles of corridors, large, anonymous men in black wearing radio earwigs, and all done in complete silence; the gorilla leading us refused to answer any questions, and the sound of our voices disappeared into the echoing silence as we trudged along. Now I was spooked, and one question kept squirreling around in my head: just what the hell had we gotten ourselves into, and how the hell were we going to get out of it?

Nim was starting to look apprehensive, and I wasn't far behind her, when we stopped in front of a pair of large double-doors. At some unseen signal the doors swung open silently, and there, at last, were other people, young people, couples, eyeing us curiously as the men in black ushered us into the room, then stepped back as the doors swung closed just as silently. The slight lull in the buzz of conversation dissipated as a myriad of conversations started up again, and Nim and I looked around the room, wondering what happened next; at least, I was.

I noticed she was looking a lot more chipper now that we'd arrived; her smile was back, and she was relaxing. I wasn't so ready to back-down just yet; for all that Nim had been invited here for the weekend, there had been no greeting, no introduction from the hosts, whoever he, she, or they were, just this collection of young couples, none of whom seemed to know each other, from what I could gather from the snatches of conversation I overheard. What exactly was going on here?

I scanned the room, looking for Jane; Nim had said she was also invited, but I couldn't see her anywhere, and I was just about to ask Nim about her friend when the doors opened again, and another couple came in, but what a couple! He was tall, about my age, very good-looking, and obviously well built, with piercing blue eyes and a mop of black hair; the girl with him was something else, though; tall, slender and graceful, with a mass of long, jet-black hair, stunning, deep blue eyes, and pale, clear skin.

Nimmie aside, she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen, and she was obviously having the same effect on every other male in the room, judging by the soft ripple of indrawn breath from every male present. I was in love with Nimmie, of that I had no doubts at all, but if I couldn't have her, I'd have settled for the new girl without a moment's hesitation. She and the guy with her were obviously brother and sister, and with that realisation came another; every couple here resembled each other; they were all brothers and sisters, just like Nim and me. Once again that thread of disquiet fluttered in me; just what the hell was going on here?

The set of double doors at the other end of the room opened, and three people came in, two girls and a man a few years older than me. They were also obviously family, and the room silenced as everyone took them in, two beautiful girls with long, gold-threaded red hair, dressed in the most revealing cat-suits I'd ever seen, slit from ankle to hip on the legs and with wide, plunging necklines that continued almost to their crotches, and a guy I assumed to be their older brother. The older of the girls smiled at everyone, and began speaking.

"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', with a small, knowing smile, made me wonder what she meant, but I said nothing as she continued speaking.

"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!"

While she'd been talking, the other girl had been circulating through the crowd, saying something to each girl, who'd smiled, nodded, and left her brother to go stand by the closed double doors. When she came up to us and whispered something to Nim, she did the same, flashing me a smile and patting my arm before joining the other girls before I could object. What the hell?

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When all the girls had gathered by the doors, they swung open, and the girl Sylvie turned back to once more address all us guys standing there with our mouths hanging open.

"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, Evan and Sylvie bringing up the rear, and the doors clicked shut behind them. Nim looked back and flashed me a warm smile, reassuring me, but I still didn't feel good about this whole thing; we were here in a huge, rambling house, God knows where, completely at the mercy of God knows who, and now she'd gone off with a bunch of strangers; to say I was uneasy would be to understate things considerably, but it was too late; she'd gone, and I had to trust that she'd be back soon, because I had a bad feeling about this whole thing, and I wasn't alone in that; from what I could hear around me, most of the other guys weren't too happy about what had just happened either.

There was nothing I could do about it, and to be honest, Nim hadn't looked too worried; if anything, she'd looked delighted and excited, so maybe she knew something I didn't. However, as time passed, I began to get more and more jittery; something was wrong here, very wrong; what kind of hosts split up their guests and disappeared with one half of the; why all the security; and just who were these people anyway? How did Nimmie know people with this kind of wealth? We were just ordinary people, from ordinary backgrounds, and went to ordinary schools; we didn't have these kind of people in our address books, and this definitely wasn't the kind of social circle we moved in, so just how did Nim know someone like this 'Sylvie' person?

Questions like this occupied my mind while I listened with half an ear to the buzz of conversation going on around me. I had been right; every man here had been brought here by his younger siste; no-one knew anyone else, but all their sisters knew this 'Sylvie', if that was even her real name, so just what in the name of all fuck was going on here? I'd just about decided to try and get out of there and find Nimmie when the double doors swung open as noiselessly as before and Sylvie and Robyn entered, but now they looked totally different, oh God yes, but what a difference!

The two girls were dressed in identical outfits of contrasting colours; they were both wearing clinging mini-dresses, Sylvie in what looked like red latex, and Robyn in glossy black, with matching stiletto heels, with their hair in ponytails. They paused for a few seconds, then Sylvie spoke to us, but to be honest, I was too busy ogling those two stunning girls to pay much attention to what she was saying; that, and wondering where the hell Nim had disappeared to...

With an effort, I made myself pay attention; this might be important.

"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!"

I tore my eyes away from Sylvie's neckline as the girls began filing back into the room and my breath caught in my throat; none of them was wearing anything more than a few scraps of lace, stockings, and high heels; the room was suddenly awash with nearly-naked girls, and then my jaw dropped; Nim, bringing-up the rear, dressed in the scantiest, most revealing garment I'd ever seen; a few strips of frilly lace, white stockings leaving the tops of her perfect, milky thighs bare, and oh no! I could see her nipples all the way across the room! It took a real effort to not stare at them, but when I finally tore my eyes away from her chest, I looked into the face of the most beautiful girl in the room, a golden-haired, green-eyed angel, and she was my sister, and she was almost naked, in a room full of strange men!

She walked up to me, a small smile on her face, her patented Nimmie 'I just put one over on you' smile of triumph, but all I could do was stare in disbelief; never, in all my wildest dreams did I ever think I'd see her like this for real, and, I'm ashamed to say, I kind of overreacted. She swayed up to me and stroked my chest lightly, and murmured:

"So, now you know; how do like this, Rowan? It's all for you, Roly, anything you want!"

I lost it; my beautiful little sister dressed like that, coming on to me, in front of strangers? I yanked my shirt off and bundled it around her, oblivious to her efforts to push me off.

"No, Rowan, don't, please, what are you doing, I just wanted...!" but I cut her off, basically shouting her down, overbearing her, and glaring at her while I covered up her nakedness. I made myself not listen, because I was mad at her for pulling this stunt, here, in front of strangers; mad at her, and even angrier at myself because I knew then that I wanted her, in the worst possible way, and I couldn't have her, no matter how much I wanted to hold her, and kiss her quivering lips, and fondle her body, that soft, stunning, perfect body. I knew, if I did that, then we'd be lost, it would be too late, and we'd never be able to fix it...

Somewhere in the background, one of the sisters was telling everyone why they were there, and the part of me that was listening felt a surge of horror, tinged with revulsion; this was some kind of incest club? How the hell did my kid sister know of things like this? Didn't she know how wrong this was? Oh my God, we were in a room full of brothers and sisters who were here to have sex with each other! I had to get her ou; I couldn't let this happen; supposing the police got wind of this? It didn't bear thinking about; all I knew was, I had to get my little sister out of this...this deviants' paradise, get her somewhere safe, then try and figure out how to get us home again.

Nimmie struggled against me. I could feel her trying to get away. She was crying, and that shocked me too; the last time I'd seen her cry was the day dad walked out, almost nine years earlier, and now here she was, held tightly in the circle of my arms, crying and struggling to get away from me. I let her go, still too confused and angry to understand fully what was going on here, and then the girl Robyn was there, her arm around my baby sister as she led her away, still crying bitterly.

"That could have gone better..." said a soft voice, and I spun around to see the brother (Evan?) looking at me sympathetically.

"I guess it wasn't exactly what you were expecting, eh?" he murmured, and I nodded, still not trusting myself to speak. Evan lifted an eyebrow as he took my arm.

"Go to her, Rowan. She really needs you now, and you need to try and fix things with her."

He looked at me closely, and shook his head slightly.

"Look, I understand how this came as a complete shock to you, but you need to look at her, too; all she wants is you. Look at all the trouble she went through to get you here. Don't tell me that was all just a whim or a prank; I saw you when you both came in, I saw how she looked at you, she's got you bad, and I can see it's not one-sided. Help her out now; go to her; that's what she needs."

I was still struggling with all this; I wanted her so badly, but I didn't want to be as open as this, it wasn't me, and now I'd hurt the most precious thing in my universe. She was crying her heart out, and it was my fault. So I retreated into idiocy, lashing out instead.

"How can you people do this, this is just not right, your sisters..."

I trailed-off in the face of his raised eyebrow.

"Don't judge us, Rowan; you don't know enough about us, or who or what we are, to have the right to do that. What we do is what we do, and sometimes we allow others to share that with us. We don't hurt anyone, and we don't allow any of our guests to be hurt-in any way. In any way at all. Naomi brought you here because she wanted with you what I have with my two sisters, because she loves you, and she's in love with you. Now, are you going to make this right with her? Or do I call a car and get you both out of here?"

I nodded, still too embarrassed and confused to speak, but that flare of anger was gone; this was Nim, still my baby sister, and she'd done something I thought was stupid and dangerous, and I was scared for her, and angry with myself for scaring her, not angry with her, never that; I loved her.

Evan took my arm.

"Let's get you back to your room, and we'll leave you to sort this out; talk to her, Rowan, try and see what she's feeling, but if you still want to leave after she's told you everything, then we'll sort that out for you; you're not a prisoner, you're my guest, in my house, and I only want what's best for you and Naomi. Let's go."

Part 4: Naomi

As the doors closed behind us, Robyn brought us to a halt, and held up her hand for silence. We all complied, and she grinned at us.

"Alright ladies, I assume you brought the outfits you hope will unleash the beast in your brothers?"

We all smiled and nodded, so she continued.

"Good, we'll show you to the rooms you've been assigned for your visit here; all your luggage has been taken there, so now is the time; if any of you are having second thoughts, tell me now, otherwise I will assume you agree with what will follow. Is there anyone who wants to leave? Please, if you have any lingering doubts, any whatsoever, if you've changed your mind, please, please tell me now; I don't want you getting into something you're not completely happy about. Are you all clear on that?"

Amid a low chorus of 'yes' from everyone present, Robyn led us all down a corridor past a series of brightly it rooms, which she told us were fully-stocked pantries, and we were to help ourselves any time the whim took us, before turning into a long corridor with a row of doors on each side, which she unlocked for each girl, until it was my turn. She opened my room and showed me in.

"Hurry up, now. We'll be back to collect you in fifteen minutes, so get a move on, Nimmie, we need to make a grand entrance!" she smiled, and I followed instructions, hurriedly stripping out of my travelling clothes and buttoning myself into the outfit I'd chosen to stun Roly with.

Exactly on time a chime sounded, and as I stepped out of the room, so Robyn was there with the other girls, a low murmur of conversation the only sound in that elegant corridor. She smiled encouragingly, and snapped a silver bracelet around my wrist. With that done, she turned and addressed the assembled girls.

"Okay, ladies, no more waiting; your brothers are waiting for you. Let's show them you're all worth the wait!"

"Ladies, this is it; in a few seconds, your brothers are going to discover the real reason you brought them here; I know you had to use subterfuge and a little bit of, shall we say, 'imaginative' truth-massaging, so now, once I open these doors, the cat's out of the bag, and things will change between you and your brothers' forever, so I have to ask you one last time; is this really , REALLY what you want? No going back once that door opens; you'll have to live with the consequences. So, are you ready?"

We all nodded eagerly, and once again she smiled.

"Then let's go ladies; let's show your big brothers you're not little sisters anymore!"

We waited, almost bursting with excitement, and then the doors opened and there were the boys, their faces pictures of shocked amazement. As we trooped in, each girl paired-off with her brother, causing a loud buzz of conversation, although I only caught snatches here and there; my eyes were fixed on Rowan's face, watching the look of shock as I swayed up to him, to pose in front of him, and the silence from him, in contrast to the gasps of appreciation from the other boys in the room. I waited for him to tell me how gorgeous I was, how stunning, how much he wanted me, but all I got was that shocked silence, and when I reached out to touch him, his hands stayed locked by his side, his eyes narrowed, and a pulse began to beat in his throat, even as his jaw muscles bunched and rippled.

"Well, what do you think, Rowan, do you like it?" I preened, hoping my utter gorgeousness had stunned him momentarily, and any second now he was going to grab me, like all the other men seemed to be doing with their little sisters.

"Nim, what the fuck are you doing in that get-up?" he hissed, and I stopped dead; this wasn't in the script, he was supposed to sweep me into his arms, not stare at me like I was plague-struck; what was going on here?

Somewhere in the background I could hear Sylvie, or maybe Robyn, telling everyone why they were here, but it was just a background murmur to the tumult going on in my head as Rowan stared at me in horror.

"Nim, what's going on, look at you, is this some kind of...of prank? Answer me!" he gritted, before pulling off his shirt and wrapping it around me, his lips set in a thin, bloodless line; he was furious. He pulled his shirt tight around me and stepped back, his eyes dark and pitiless.

"Cover yourself up, Nim; you can't prance around in front of strangers dressed like...that, just look at yourself! God, Nim, what were you thinking of? Just get your clothes, we are leaving, now!"

I stood stock-still, tears blurring my vision; he wasn't supposed to lose it with me, he was supposed to grab me and hold me and tell me he wanted me, not...this, not shame me like this, like I was doing something dirty!

Just then a pair of arms enfolded me, I looked up, and it was Robyn, her eyes calm, sympathetic, and that's when the tears came; of loss, of humiliation, and yes, anger too, that the one man in the world I'd thrown myself at had batted me away with a couple of sentences.

"Shh, come with me, it's alright, it's alright..." she soothed as she led me away, "tell me what happened Nimmie, maybe we can fix this."

I looked around. No-one seemed to be staring; they were all lost in each other. I started crying even harder. I should have been one of them, Rowan should have been looking at me like that, I should have been in his arms, not alone and crying while the man of my dreams stood back glowering at me. Evan appeared at his side, taking his arm and saying something only he could hear. The hostility in his eyes seemed to die down a little, but he was still red-faced and not at all the placid, pliable, amiable Rowan I'd grown-up with.

And so we stood there while everyone else trooped out past us, all those girls hand in hand with their own dream-men, staring curiously at me as I cried against the wall in Robyn's arms, until finally there was only Robyn, Evan, Rowan, and me alone in that room where everything had gone so wrong.

Finally, when the room was clear, Evan shut the door, and began talking to Rowan in a low voice. Robyn, meanwhile, had produced a handkerchief and dried my eyes like I was a small child, which made me smile even in the face of what had just happened.

"Tell me what happened Nim, did your brother turn you down?"

I nodded, and her lips pursed for a second, then once again she was drying my eyes.

"Did he say why?" she asked softly, and I shook my head, still unable to speak while the tears waited to catch me again.

Robyn held my chin, and gently turned my face to look her in the eyes.

"I think we can fix this, Nimmie. Look at him; he's not angry. I don't think he was angry at all. I think you just gave him a little too much all at once. Why don't we go to your room? Maybe once you've both had a chance to calm down a little, you can talk to each other, yes? How does that sound?"

I nodded, so with a final swipe at my eyes, she put her arm around my shoulder and guided me out. I could hear Rowan and Evan following behind. When we got to our room, an LED on my bracelet flared green and the door clicked open. Robyn led us in, then crossed over to the large bathroom, and came out with a thick bathrobe.

"Here you are, put this on and go and splash some water on your face, and do stop worrying; you're a knockout. Once Rowan gets past whatever it was that set him off, he's going to see that, and I guarantee you'll be okay; we saw you come in, I saw the way he watched you; he didn't even take a second glance at any of the other girls, pretty as they are; he only watched you, and I think he'll remember that."

She smiled, and gave me a quick wink.

"Don't worry, I think you'll make him see the light. You're gorgeous, Nimmie, he'd have to be dead to not want you! But, if by some mischance it does all go wrong, just press your bracelet, and we'll get you both out of here and back home. Now go and have a quick wash, and remember, he loves you, you just have to remind him of that. Good luck, sweetie! If you decide to stay, I think you should remain in here tonight, both of you; there's a banquet and a mixer, but I think you two might have some things to straighten-out, so you don't have to come if you don't want to. You know where the pantries are; if you get peckish, just dig-in and help yourselves. "

She dimpled as she brushed a few strands of hair out of my eyes.

"Maybe you two can have your own romantic feast, just the two of you, right here!"

Part 5: Rowan

Sitting there in the room, staring at that wall, all I could think of was the look on poor Nimmie's beautiful little face, the terrible loss in her eyes as she cried, and I'd done that to her. I'd made my adorable little sister cry just as surely as though I'd cracked her across the mouth. The girl Robyn, or maybe Sylvie, I didn't know, and it didn't really matter, had taken her away, and their brother had given me a good kick in the principles; he was right; Nimmie was in love with me, I could see that, but it took time before I finally admitted to myself that I was in love with her, fully, irrevocably, but I couldn't let anything come out of that love. This was England, a small place, and too many people knew we were brother and sister, and there were just too many records and databases we both appeared on, clearly and obviously siblings.

There'd been some high-profile cases in the papers over the last few years, and while the law had smacked them on the wrists and pretty much left them alone, what the tabloids had done to those poor people didn't bear thinking about. I couldn't do that to Nimmie. She and mum were all I had; what she wanted would blight her life forever. She wanted to be a nurse. How could that ever happen? How could she ever hope to get a job in any reputable hospital with something like this hanging over her? I was a man, I could disappear, start again somewhere far away, in a profession where this wouldn't follow me around the way it would her; I wasn't training to be a professional in the healthcare industry, where a spotless police record was obligatory.

No, this had to end, here and now; if I broke Nimmie's heart, well, given time, broken hearts mend; but if I took away her future, that was something I couldn't fix, and I certainly couldn't live with.

I was deep in thought, miles away from the here and now, wondering how I could ever repair this fence with her, when that sense of her I'd always had told me she was right behind me. I looked around, and there she was, wrapped in a huge robe, looking sad and small and dejected, and it was my fault. I had to do it; I had to tell her that no matter how much I loved her, we couldn't do this; it was better she dealt with a little pain today, because the alternative was a mountain of heartache tomorrow. There was no contest in my mind.

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She sat next to me on the bed, obviously wondering what I was going to say; I could feel the apprehension coming off her in waves, so I did the only thing I could; I put my arm around her and drew her close. This may have been a hare-brained, weird idea on her part, but I still loved her, and the look on her face when I rejected her advances had torn me up inside too.

"So what now, Roly?" she murmured, her hand now enclosing mine as it draped around her shoulder.

"We go home, now Nim, that's what we do next. We go home, forget this happened, and carry on as normal, okay?" I murmured, still holding her close, ready to stem the tears when they came, if they came; Nimmie crying was pretty much a new one for me, and it had unsettled me in all kinds of ways. "Supposing I don't want to..." she murmured softly, and I turned to look at her.

"What was that, Nim?" I asked her gently, and she looked right into my eyes.

"You never gave me a chance, Roly, you just lost it with me. You never even asked what I wanted, or why I wanted what I did. You just got so angry, and you scared me..."

The sorrow in her voice wrenched at me. The fact she was right didn't help either; all I'd done was lose it with her, in front of everyone, shaming her, and I writhed inside when I admitted that to myself. This was Nimmie, after all, my sweet, nice-girl little sister, probably the best friend I had, and I'd had no right to go off like that in front of everyone.

"You're right, Nim, I should have listened, at the very least. I'm sorry, Nim-Nim; I didn't mean to hurt you or scare you; you know I'd cut off my own arm before I ever let you get hurt; forgive me, please, Nim-Nim."

She smiled at me using my pet-name for her. Encouraged by that, I ploughed on.

"Why don't you tell me now, and even if I don't understand, I promise I'll at least listen to everything you have to say."

She cocked her head at me, a quizzical expression on her face, then shook her head, before sliding off the bed, to stand in front of me.

"I know you think you'll listen, Roly, but you won't, not really, so I'm going to show you instead..." she murmured, undoing her belt, and, before I could stop her, the thick robe slid to the floor. Once again she was standing in front of me in that skimpy, sexy little lace garment. I made as if to pick up her bathrobe, but stopped dead as she popped a catch somewhere, and that white lace teddy, all that stood between her and complete nakedness, slid off her shoulders and also dropped to the floor.

I was speechless; I'd always known my little sister was pretty, and sweet, with a great body; now I saw just how beautiful, how magnificent she really was, every line and curve of her body a poem of alluring femininity. I stared, and as I stared, I knew I was lost; there was no going back for me now. This was all I would see for the rest of my life; my beautiful, unbelievably sexy sister, sex-appeal radiating off her in waves that crashed and broke over me in a torrent of sudden longing.

"Nim..." I whispered, and she smiled gently, her eyes glowing like green lamps.

"Are you listening now, Roly?" she smiled, "Because this was all only for you; now do you get why I brought you here? I'm sorry for deceiving you, it was wrong of me, but I couldn't think of any other way to bring you here and show you this. What do you think, Roly, am I what you want?"

I reached out for her, still speechless, intending to take her by her arms, maybe some vestige of big-brotherly instinct to cover her up still operating at some level, but she stepped closer, and my hands instead cupped her perfect breasts, and my downfall was complete. When those two perfect, wonderfully feminine orbs fell into my hands, and I slowly, gently squeezed and held them, glorying in the feel of her nipples so stiff and firm against my palms, I finally understood that she was, indeed, what I wanted, and she had been for the longest time. All my earlier misgivings faded, to be replaced by the certainty that somehow, some way, we'd find a way to deal with whatever the future held for us.

Nim reached up to caress my cheek and all my restraint gave way. My hands slipped around her waist so I could pull her closer and crush my lips to hers. Nimmie kissed me back just as fervently, her arms locking around my neck even as my hands drifted down to clutch and squeeze at her perfect bottom, making her kiss me even harder. We kissed like two mad things, our breath hissing as soft groans and panting moans escaped from our tightly locked lips.

I knew how wrong this was; this beautiful girl in my arms was my sister, the one person in the world you're not supposed to do things like this with, but I didn't care, not any more. Nimmie had made it abundantly clear what she wanted; she'd gone to these extreme lengths to trap me with her; what could I do but bow to the inevitable?

Nim was beautiful in ways none of the girls I knew were. She'd made it clear I was the one she wanted, I already loved her, and now, after all the teasing, and wanting, and doubt and soul-searching, I was ready to admit I'd been wrong all along, that I'd been lying to myself all along. I did want her; I wanted her so badly it was like an aching, emptiness inside me, and holding her like this, kissing her so fiercely, so hard, I could feel that hollowness dissipating.

It may have been wrong, and illegal, and taboo, but it was right for us, of that I was finally sure. None of the problems I'd thrown in front of us mattered to me anymore; only she did, and what she wanted.

Nim pulled back from me to hold my face in her hands and look into my eyes.

"I brought you here to give myself to you, Roly, that was the only reason, this is what this place is for, and I want to do everything with you. I never had any boyfriends, and I never dated, because I knew I was only for you, that all I had was only ever for you. I want you to make love to me, Roly, every way you can, in any way you want, and I want to make love to you the same way; whatever you want, wherever you want to go, I want to go there too. Have you got that?"

I looked open-mouthed at her, unable to believe she was saying what she was saying, wondering if I was reading her correctly, but then she took my hand and placed it over the soft peach-fuzz of golden, almost invisible, hair at the juncture of her thighs and rubbed herself against me. As I held my hand still, afraid of what I wanted to do next, much as I wanted to plunder that warm dampness, she ground against me, that sparse golden delta of curls silky-soft against the flat of my hand.

"I want you to fuck me, Roly" she whispered, her eyes softly glowing, "I want you to take me and show me, and keep on showing me, because I know you want to, and I want you to. It's all for you, Rowan, it'll only ever be for you!"

With that she kissed me again, and this time I didn't hesitate. I wanted her, and now I knew what she wanted, I was going to have her! All those years of tormenting myself with her, all those late night fantasies, all that yearning, and guilt, and suppressed need had finally brought me her, and I was going to take her with both hands! My hands slid automatically around her waist and once more clutched her marvellous, springy bottom, my fingers gently kneading and massaging that warm, silky flesh even as our lips and tongues explored each other's.

I felt her fingers on my buckle and groaned into our kiss as it hit me; we were going to be naked together, I was finally going to have her!

Nim broke our kiss to smile at me.

"Lift up, Roly..." she smiled, and I gawped for a second before I got her; how could she pull my slacks off while I was sitting on them? I jumped to my feet as Nim finished unbuckling me, unhooking the waistband and pushing my slacks down in one movement before sliding her hands round and squeezing my backside.

"Mmm, what a lovely solid bum you've got!" she purred, "I always wanted to see it, oh and this, too..."

With that, she grabbed the front of my shorts, which were tented-out by now, showing her exactly what she was doing to me. As she held me, she looked into my eyes, then grinned naughtily as she slid her hand inside the waistband of my shorts. I groaned as her warm little hand clutched my rock-solid cock.

"Oh my God, Roly, it feels wonderful, I always wondered, and now..."

She trailed off as her hand slowly held me tight, then gently pumped me a couple of times, watching me closely at the same time, a wicked grin on her face, the tip of her little pink tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth. Her other hand slid up to the back of my neck, urging me to bow forward, and as our lips met, she pushed me backwards onto the bed. I was caught unawares, and as I toppled, she went with me, to land on top of me, her hand still wrapped tightly around my cock. Now she had me where she wanted me (and where I wanted to be, let us not forget!) She let go of me to tug at my shorts.

"Off, Roly, take them off...!" she muttered, so I obliged, helping her to push my shorts down. As my cock slapped against my belly, Nimmie sat astride me, her hands resting on my stomach as she slowly slid herself back and forth along the length of my erection.

I was in agony; her pussy felt damp, hot, smooth, soft, and utterly delightful, and I wanted her so badly. I reached for her waist to pull her to me, but she intercepted my hands, twining her fingers in mine as she rubbed herself against me, her weight holding my hands flat against the bed.

"No, Roly, this first!" she grinned, pressing herself harder against me, rubbing my cock between her labia in that grinding, back-and-forth motion. Suddenly she leaned down, planting her lips against mine. As we kissed, our tongues flicked and rubbed together, but not wildly. Rather it was a tender kiss, gentle and exploratory, almost like a first kiss, and, in a way, I suppose it was a first, it was our first kiss as a real couple, because that was what we now were. As we kissed, Nim let go of my hands and instead cupped my face as she kissed me.

"I love you, Roly, only you." She whispered, then kissed me again, a quick peck before kissing my chin, my throat, my chest, and on down my torso, giggling when her teeth snagged the hairs on my chest and made me jump.

Her nearness, her scent, her soft, warm lips tracking down my body, all were slowly driving me crazy, but when she cupped my balls and softly kissed the sticky tip of my penis, I nearly lost it right there. Nim giggled softly as I twitched, then suddenly there was softness and heat and wet succulence as she slowly engulfed the head of my cock in her hot, soft little mouth. I screwed my eyes shut and tried to distract myself in any way I could, because if I'd looked into her eyes, I would definitely have lost it. My first blowjob, and it was my hottie little sister; I don't know which was hotter, that I was finally getting a blowjob, or that it was Nimmie who was blowing me.

As she sucked, she gently squeezed and massaged my scrotum, while slowly pumping my cock; try as I might, there was no way I could hold back, there was just too much happening all at once; her mouth was hot and wet, and her tongue was driving me insane as it looped around and around the head of my cock, teasing, stroking, cajoling me, her gentle but insistent fingers squeezing and touching me as she sucked. It was too much.

"Nim...Nim, stop, please...!" I groaned, "Nimmie, I'm going..."

It was too late; as I opened my eyes, she looked right into them, and winked as she smiled and sucked one last time, and that did it.

"Ooohhh Goooddd!" I groaned, as what felt like a solid wad of spunk pulsed inside my cock before spurting into her hot little mouth. Nimmie's eyes opened wide, but she never stopped sucking, her tongue and throat working as I shot pulse after pulse of semen straight into her mouth. She swallowed them all, gulping my hot tribute down as fast as I could unload it into her. My body was rigid as the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced ripped and tore through me, a gigantic wave of sweet agony that centered on my cock and erupted inside my sister's mouth again and again.

I almost passed out from the shock of that mind-shattering blast of pure pleasure, only vaguely feeling the soft lips and gentle tongue moving restlessly around my sensitive cock-head, easing me, calming and caressing and slowly bringing me down again from the heights I'd just ascended. I slumped back down, my heart pounding. One fact zipped and clamoured in my head; Nimmie, my Nim-Nim, my gorgeous baby sister, had just given me the most profound sexual experience of my entire life. None of the few girlfriends I'd had would ever have done for me what she had just done, and now I knew my head had changed forever; Nim wasn't my sister anymore; now she was my girl, and the only one for me.

As I floated along, I felt her slip into place beside me. My hands instinctively slid around her waist, cupping and squeezing her bum as though it was the most natural action in the world. I looked into her eyes, and smiled back as she smiled and kissed me playfully on the tip of my nose.

"See, Roly, I told you I'd show you!" she giggled softly, and at the sound of that throaty, sexy little laugh, together with the feel of her soft nakedness pressed against me, I could feel myself hardening again, no matter that I'd just come so explosively mere moments before. Nim ground gently against me, obviously feeling me reacting to her as well.

"Rowan, you stud!" she whispered, grinning all the while, and then I gasped as she once more took me in hand and squeezed as she pumped me once, twice, three times.

"Is there anything you want, big brother?" she whispered as she nibbled my earlobe, making goosebumps flash up and down my entire body. I didn't need any further urging, so I leaned up and rolled her onto her back before gently easing her thighs open so I could see and feast on the pink, swollen treasure there at the apex of her long, silky-smooth thighs. I wanted to tease her first, though, so I began with those fat, solid, perfect little nipples that had been torturing me for so long now, sucking greedily on each one in turn, flicking them with my tongue even as I scraped them gently with my teeth.

Nim gasped and shuddered in time to my ministrations, holding my head against her soft, firm breasts, moaning softly as I cupped and squeezed and fondled her perfect tits even as I licked and sucked and gnawed on her irresistible nipples.

"Roly, please..." she murmured, squirming under me, letting me know what she wanted. So I left off teasing her breasts, instead kissing and licking all the way down her perfect body. I don't know what Nim did to keep her body so perfectly in trim, but whatever it was, it was working, because I'd never seen such a wonderfully sculpted female form. From the perfect curve of her toned belly to the smooth rounded contours of her thighs and taut, firm little bum to her slim calves and sexy little feet, every part of her made me want to bite her to see if she tasted as good as she looked...

As I kissed my way down her body, pausing only to tickle her pretty little navel with my tongue-tip, I could smell her arousal, the rich, sweet tang of her need, and I wanted to taste her, to confirm to myself she tasted as good as she smelled, so I slid my tongue down to the apex of her pink little slit, the lips swelling and darkening before my eyes, easily visible through the sleek, neatly trimmed puff of soft, silky hairs. Her sparse, downy pubic curls were a soft delight as I twirled them with my tongue-tip, and I was instantly glad she wasn't one of those girls who waxed and shaved their Delta of Venus into oblivion; as herself, completely 'au naturelle', she was a delight to my lips and tongue and a feast for my eyes.

Nim groaned softly as my tongue-tip brushed her stiff little nub and squirmed her hips sexily. I couldn't resist lapping at her sweet little labia, puffed and pink and delicious-looking as they were, making her jump with a soft 'Oh, oh!" before purring and once more squirming against me.

"Oh yes, Roly, like that, oh yeah, please, more baby, more...!" she murmured more or less continually as I bored-in, lapping hungrily at her. Her scent rose strong now, sweet and musky, inflaming me, driving me on.Nnow I didn't care in the slightest that this was my baby sister groaning and sighing and thrusting her mound against my mouth; now it was just a beautiful naked girl, and I wanted to eat her, to taste her depths, and then I was going to fuck her as hard as I could; all I wanted was to own her, to own her body and soul, and heart and mind; she was mine now, and I was going to damned well make sure she never forgot that!

"Roly, please, no more, please..." she murmured, ruffling my hair, but I wasn't finished with her yet. When I suddenly pulled her toward me and pushed her legs as high and as wide as they would go, she squeaked in surprise, then groaned once more when I stabbed her tight little rosebud with the tip of my tongue, moistening and jabbing at her tight little orifice while she sighed liquidly and thrust her hips against me, urging me to do more and more.

"No Roly, so dirty, it's so dirty, oh God, you're so dirty...!" she moaned, holding my head firmly against her as I licked and probed her most secret place; this was my fantasy, this is what I'd watched 'Alyssa' do, and wished it was me doing it to Nimmie, and now it was actually happening; my darkest fantasy was coming true, and I had no intention of stopping, not now...

I could have stayed there half the night, tonguing and lapping at her, pushing my tongue into her secret, taboo places and listening to her soft, tremulous sighs and sexy little mews when I touched somewhere especially sensitive, but Nim had other ideas.

"Rowan, please, stop, you're killing me, no more, please...!" she groaned, finally twisting out of my grasp and rolling onto her belly. I growled and pulled her legs open and once more pushed my face into her crotch, nibbling at her as I licked and probed. I could feel her body tensing as she shook and mewed under me, but I had an unbreakable hold on her thighs, and as I slid two fingers into her damp and swollen pussy, I jammed my tongue into her tight, pink little crinkle as hard as I could.

"OH MY GOD!" she screamed as she came like a thunderbolt; her body went stiff as her fingers dug into the bed-covers, while her pussy twitched and trembled under my tongue. When I rolled her over and clamped my mouth onto her tense little pussy, I rubbed her taut, stiff little clitoris with the rough of my tongue, and once again she screamed, her back arching as she came again, this time a fine spray of her sweet musk enveloping my face and coating my lips with her salty-sweet, tangy juices.

I held her against me, enjoying the feel and taste of her pussy as it twitched and quivered under my tongue, but she'd had enough, so I resorted to kissing and nibbling her gently, soothing her after what I'd put her through. Nimmie stretched and curled against me, while I kissed and brushed her labia with my lips, soothing her and easing her back down to earth after the fireworks and thunderclaps of her climax.

"Mmm, that feels nice, kiss me some more Roly..." she murmured, dreamily running her fingers through my hair, so I complied; I would do anything for this beautiful girl, anything at all, and so I kissed and lapped softly, gently at her, holding and squeezing her lovely firm little bum cheeks as I did so, living out a few fantasies of my own!

When I thought she'd taken as much as she could handle, I reluctantly kissed her sweet little pussy one last time, and slid up the bed to lie next to her, and reached out to caress her properly.

"Thank you, Roly-Poly!" she whispered, "warm me up, I want you to hold me so I can sleep, you made me so tired!"

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As she spoke, she rubbed her hand over my chest and over my hip, before finally squeezing my buttock, grinning as she did so.

"You've got a lovely bum, big feller!" she smiled impishly, and sighed happily when I pulled her close to me, stretching and yawning prettily, before she turned around and pushed her soft, warm little backside into me, spooning herself tightly against me.

"Wake me up soon, Roly; I know where to find some cake!" she murmured, then sighed, and was almost immediately fast asleep. I did think about pulling the covers over us, but the room was warm, and I was too languorous to move, so I contented myself with holding her close and inhaling the scent of her hair, and that, together with her deep, even breathing lulled me to sleep too. *

A soft chime jerked me awake, momentarily disoriented, wondering what the hell Nim was doing huddled against me stark naked, with my arm curled around her, cuddling her beautiful breasts like I had a right to. After a couple of seconds it all spun back into place, and I grinned a little shamefacedly at the memory of my reactions when Nim had first appeared, and then later, when I saw her naked in all her glory for the first time.

I laid my head back down next to hers, her hair soft against my face as I once more enjoyed the sweet, floral scent of her hair and the feel of her soft skin against mine. I was also becoming painfully aware of something happening below my waist, as my cock slowly, inexorably rose, finally prodding her in her delicious little bum.

Just then, Nimmie wriggled gently against me, grinding herself into my now fully erect cock.

"Hello Roleee!" she warbled, "that feels nice; is it for me?" before giggling, and grinding herself into me once more, causing some serious friction as little Rowan wedged firmly between the cheeks of her firm, squeezable little bottom.

I was torn between tickling her, or kissing the back of her neck and her ear while I did a little exploring, but the urge to explore won out, and so my hands slid under and around her to cup and squeeze her breasts while I ground right back at her, listening to her breathy little gasps as I rubbed and gently tweaked her stiff nipples.

"Ooohh, that's nice, more, please..," she murmured, pushing herself even further into me while she began rubbing and caressing her pussy, and a flush slowly rose in her cheeks. By this time I had a seriously needful erection, and her bum wrapped around it as it was, was giving me ideas. Now I needed to fuck her so hard I was trembling with anticipation.

Nim obviously could tell what was going through my mind, because suddenly I felt her fingertips gently stroking and scratching my balls, the sensation both exquisite and almost agonising as the need to fuck her brains out exploded in me.

"I want to fuck, you, Nimmie, right now!" I growled in her ear. She responded by squeezing my balls gently before spinning round to face me.

"At last, I thought you'd never ask!" she smiled, throwing her leg over my hip and bringing her hot, damp little pussy into contact with my straining cock-head as she kissed me hard. That was the final straw, now she'd done it, and she squeaked in surprise as I rolled her onto her back with me poised above her, the tip of my cock trembling mere millimetres from her pussy.

"Are you sure, Nim-Nim? Because there's no going back after this..." I whispered, holding myself back with a gigantic effort of will.

Nim looked me in the eyes, her gaze clear and unworried.

"This is all I want, Roly-poly!" she whispered, "This is why I brought you here. I want this, and so do you, so please, Ro, don't stop now!"

Part 6: Naomi

When Rowan, my big silly bear took me in his arms and held me the way he did, that little knot of apprehension (and fear as well) inside me, the one I thought would never go away, suddenly unravelled and disappeared. My big brother, the man I loved most in the world, in all the ways it's possible to love a man, was ready to see me the way I'd been seeing him for so long now. His hands on me told me everything I needed to know, and his gentleness as he held me and caressed me wiped away any remaining doubts; he was mine now, and I was his.

That moment, where I'd shrugged-off that silly lace thing and showed him my body properly, that was the moment I knew we'd finally crossed our Rubicon, that we'd begun our new life as us, not just Rowan Redman and his little sister. He'd reached for me, and taken my breasts in his hands, his touch so soft, so gentle, it was like being caressed by a light breeze, but the look in his eyes told me everything; now, at last, he knew who I was, and who we were, his epiphany as profound as mine all those months ago when I first saw him naked and started down the path that brought us here.

When we made love, it was with all the gentleness I knew he had in him; no tearing, pain-filled invasion of me; rather his lips, and tongue caressed me with all the gentleness and care for me that lay at the core of his soul; this was the one man in the world who would never hurt me, who would protect and defend me from the cares that dog all others, and he let all that come to the fore as his tender kisses and gently insistent tongue drove me to the brink of ecstasy and beyond. When I suckled him, and he gave me what I wanted most from him, he became a part of me in ways I still can't explain, but which remain with me to this day.

I fell asleep in the arms of my lover, my sweet, handsome brother, and dreamed of our lives together, of the things we'd done, and seen, and where our paths had led us, and then the focus shifted, and I saw, clear as day, where we were going, the lives we were going to lead, the family and loved ones we'd gather around us over the years. It was the most beautiful dream I'd ever had, and what made it all the more special was that I knew that Rowan, my Roly-poly, was going to make it all happen for us, because this was what he wanted too; I could actually feel his dream melding so seamlessly with mine that they were now one and the same.

When I woke, it was to feel his big cock nestled between the cheeks of my bum, hard and urgent. As I moved against him, I felt more than heard his gasping intake of breath, and when he began touching and caressing me, all my desires flowered into one pressing, urgent need: to have him inside me, filling me with his flesh and his seed. When he finally prepared to enter me, he hesitated; I could see the concern in his eyes, and his final question, but I already had the answer; I wanted this more than anything in the world. So I looked into his eyes and nodded, beckoning him on, into me, and letting him know that this was for real, that it was what I wanted, and that I was his for the taking, right there and then, and forever after.

When he pushed himself into me, I literally saw stars; there was a little pain, but not much. My gymnastics with my plastic plaything had readied me for this, but he was larger, thicker, softer, harder, a myriad of things all at once, and so much more beautiful than any plastic object; he was the real thing, my lover, and when he filled me like nothing ever had before, his cock jammed into me to the hilt, the overload of sensation, coupled with my emotional state, pushed me over the edge into a screaming, sobbing welter of indescribable pleasure such as I'd never dreamed possible.

I couldn't help but push back against him, feeling my engorged clitoris rubbing so wonderfully against his own pubic thatch. When he withdrew and powered back into me, I nearly fainted from the shock of sensation that jarred through me all over again. I couldn't keep this up, I didn't know how much I could take, I only knew it wouldn't take much, not with what I was feeling, and when he kissed me while simultaneously ramming himself endlessly into me, I lost all control, my orgasm rearing up and crashing through me like a tidal-wave of pleasure, leaving me unable to even scream in the catharsis of release.

Rowan, so intimately connected to me, gasped as I tightened around him, his body rigid and his muscles locked as I pulsed and quivered through that gigantic climax. I could feel him swell and throb inside me, the white heat of his spunk spurting deep inside me, rocking me on and on as he filled me with himself.

The moment of pure ecstasy passed but my eyes stayed locked shut as ripples and tremors shivered through me and my nipples burned, engorged and throbbing as my body surfed through the waves of pleasure engulfing me. Rowan stayed locked in place above me. His beautiful eyes were the first thing I saw when I opened mine.

"Hello sweetness!" he smiled, his eyes soft and blurry in the afterglow surrounding and warming me and when I smiled back he kissed me. When he did that, two tears spilled from my eyes, because now I was absolutely sure, all the way down to the deepest, most hidden parts of me, that he really was mine, and we were together for real. His look of concern warmed me even more as he rolled us over so now I was lying prone on him, his thick cock still buried in me, still hard and hot. This time I smiled when he wiped the tears away with his thumbs, his hands big and soft and so incredibly gentle.

"Don't cry Nim, whatever I did, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, please, don't cry..." he murmured, looking so worried I couldn't help but grin.

"It's okay, Ro, it's all okay, I promise! I'm fine, baby, really, I'm just so happy, you made my first time so wonderful, I just love you to bits..."

He looked puzzled as he tried to put me being happy with me crying in the same box and I had to smile all over again; it didn't matter how many girls he'd had before me, and I knew it wasn't a very big number, or how worldly he thought he was, he still had that basic, almost child-like innocence that had always made him so attractive. He looked so adorable being so puzzled I just had to kiss him, and he responded just as warmly, his hands sliding around my waist and coming to rest on my bottom, which he then began to squeeze rhythmically, kneading and massaging my cheeks and pulling my anus open when he separated the cheeks.

When he did that, I knew what I wanted him to do to me, but not yet; right now we had unfinished business...

I think a lifetime of reading my expression suddenly clicked in him, because my darling Roly-poly grinned at me and left off squeezing and fondling my bum and instead eased me closer so we were almost lip-to-lip, then smiled and winked at me.

"That's your 'cake' face, Nim; someone wants cake, don't they?" he grinned, so I kissed him anyway and rolled off him.

"I need a shower, Ro, so do you. I'll do your back if you'll do mine, deal? And no touchie-feelie, I'm hungry, we'll do that later!" I promised him. Rowan's face lit up, and so we spent a very enjoyable fifteen minutes or so soaping, lathering, shampooing and rinsing each other off. I know Roly was feeling something, if that thing of his was to be believed, but then, after running my hands all over his lovely lean bod I was feeling a certain...need...myself.

But we'd agreed; foodies, then nookie, so I pulled on one of his university tee-shirts, which came down to mid-thigh, so I was dressed modestly enough to go wandering the halls, and Roly plumped for a pair of shorts and a tee. With his hair still damp and dark, and, for once, sleeked back from his forehead, he looked casual, relaxed, completely at ease, and totally delicious; seeing him like that, I almost gave up on the cake, not with him looking so desirable. However, there are some appetites that need immediate attention, unfortunately...

I led him from the room and down to the pantries all we girls had been shown earlier. There were several pantries, all of them long and well-lit, with a line of refrigerators, wine coolers filled with soft drinks, and racks of fresh fruit along one wall, and in the middle of the room those lightweight bistro- type metal tables and matching chairs you sometimes see on the pavement outside restaurants in the summer, with bread-baskets and butter-dishes on each one.

It was also completely deserted, which I thought was odd, but welcome; I wasn't ready to face any of the others just yet, not after that scene earlier, so Roly sat me down while he filled plates with cold meats, lobster salad, smoked salmon, sliced pork pie (my favourite), dressed crab, crayfish tails in mayonnaise, another of my favourites, bowls of fresh fruit salad, and not forgetting some slices of cake; he had remembered my one vice, what a sweet boy!

While we ate, we talked about what we did next; it was a little strange, sitting there in that brightly lit, deserted room, surrounded by some of the best food I'd ever seen, in a house that was God only knew where, eating ravenously after the best sex in the world, with my brother, no less, but it was a good kind of strange, not weird, just...different. Rowan was his usual attentive self, but now there was a difference; now, instead of bantering, there were long, searching glances, meaningful pauses and silences that spoke volumes, and always, his hands on me, holding me, lightly caressing me, even the act of wiping a spot of mayonnaise from my chin a caress rather than a simple gesture.

The food was delicious, it filled the void, and sitting there in that large, silent room, just Roly and me, it should have felt odd, or intimidating, just the two of us eating alone in that big silent space, but because he was there with me, the emptiness didn't matter; instead, because he was there with me, it felt intimate and cosy, a special place for just the two of us. Rowan was the only thing in my world right then, and I couldn't take my eyes off him; his eyes as they darted around my face, his lips, remembering how they'd felt when he kissed me, his hair, for once smooth and sleek instead of his usual unkempt mop, and always his hands dancing gently over me, touching, holding, caressing, reassuring, and all the while I knew that from now on this was how it was always going to be between us.

Gradually I became aware that we'd drifted closer; now, instead of sitting side-by-side we were pressed together, our low-voiced conversation punctuated by his touches and caresses, to be replaced with kisses as his lips brushed my lips, my cheek, my ears, my hair, even my eyelids, soft, fleeting, and tender. Somehow my hand had fallen in his lap, and I could feel that growing bulge there, ready to go wherever I wanted to take it. He seemed quite content to remain where we were, hugging and kissing like two lovers on a park bench, but now it became more serious, and much more urgent, when his hand cupped my breast, and his thumb massaged my nipple, bringing it immediately to life.

As we kissed, I could feel that bulge in his shorts pulsing, waiting for me, and when I squeezed him he groaned gently and pulled me even closer.

"Not here, baby, not like this..." he muttered, then groaned again when I squeezed him even more firmly; now I knew what I wanted; I wanted him, here, now...

"Really, Nim? Are you sure?" he whispered, but now I wanted him so badly it didn't matter where we were; besides, the whole place fairly rang with emptiness; for all I knew everyone else had gone out to the movies and we were completely alone, and anyway, it didn't much matter to me where we did this, as long as we did it right there, at that instant!

Roly grinned as I fumbled with the front of his shorts, trying to unhook the buttons and clips, but he solved that for me by just lifting his hips and pushing them down. He was naked underneath and his lovely thick cock once more reared up, hard and shiny, the head already pushing through his foreskin, slick and glossy with his fluids.

I had planned on sucking him first, bringing him to the edge until he didn't know where he was, but when I stared at that beautiful rod of hot, thick flesh, and scented the rich, male musk of his excitement, all that went out of my head.

Now that I knew what that thing felt like in me, I wanted it again, and without another thought as to where we were, I slid astride him, kissing him frenziedly as he groped and squeezed my bottom, pulling the cheeks apart even as I aimed him, then slowly, wonderfully, slid him back into me, feeling myself split and stretched once more as he filled me completely.

"Oh God, Roly, that's so good, yes, do that, do that..." I chanted over and over as I rode him, while his lips and tongue caressed and teased my nipples and his hands held my waist and pushed into me when I pushed down against him. I grabbed the seat-back to give myself even more purchase and Rowan responded by sliding his hands up my back to hold my shoulders, pulling himself up against me as I bore down on him.

I don't know how long we fucked like that. It was a long, timeless moment stretched out infinitely, where only the two of us existed, and our gasps and groans as we fucked each other like crazed beings, pounding away at each other endlessly. I never knew it was possible to be fucked so hard and to feel so good, my darling Roly was showing me what a world of pleasure lay out there, and I felt myself rising higher and higher as we ground and hammered at each other until:

"Oooohhh God, fuck, oooh fuck!" he gasped, his whole body tensing, his muscles suddenly rigid, like he was carved from warm marble, and I actually felt his cock pulse as the spunk rose in him and blasted deep into me, bathing my cervix in delicious heat, HIS heat, from his body. At that, my mind dissolved as my own orgasm bulleted through me, slamming into me like an express train, a huge upwelling of the deepest pleasure, almost lethal in its intensity. I shook and screamed, unable to stop myself as the most intense waves of pleasure I had ever experienced roared and surged in me, over and over, until I thought my heart was about to burst.

Finally, the awful, incredible, awesome intensity passed, leaving me weak and shaken, trembling in reaction, still impaled on my darling brother, his arms holding me against him. My heart was hammering like crazy; even my teeth were buzzing in their sockets and my throat was raw and ragged from the power of my release. Darling Rowan held me tight as I quaked and trembled with the aftershocks whirling through me, and my stomach ached from such a violent, shattering orgasm.

"You're okay, you're okay, I've got you, it's alright Nim, you're okay, relax, baby, that's it, that's it..."

I heard him murmuring as if from a long way away, soft, calming, soothing, like I was a small child again and he was making it alright, as he'd always done, and once again I felt that huge, burning surge of love for him; as long as my Roly had me, I was safe!

I slumped against him, suddenly tired beyond belief; now I knew what they meant by 'dog-tired'; I felt like I'd run a marathon pulling a car behind me. My muscles were actually quivering with exhaustion, and so, with his hands on the small of my back and on the back of my head, gently but firmly holding me to him like a small child, I literally passed-out, past caring where we were, or that I was still impaled on him.

cont...

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Sisterfest Ch. 04: Rejected Sister 02 - Incest/Taboo

Robyn shows Naomi Rowan how to have the life they want.

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Part 7: Rowan

I was tired, God, was I tired, but at the same I'd never felt so good in my entire life; whatever had just happened between Nimmie and me, it was the start of something we'd never let go of, of that I had no doubt; now I knew, and somehow I knew she knew, that we were in this for the long run, no matter what. Sitting there, alone with my darling, beautiful sister impaled on me, sweetly asleep after her exertions, was, for me, sheer heaven, and I could have stayed like that forever, because I had her now, she was mine, now and forever.

However, the realities intruded; my legs were going to sleep with being pressed by her weight into the frame of that light metal chair, and supposing someone else decided they wanted a snack and found us like that? So I kissed and blew in her ear, smiling when she smiled and murmured in her sleep, persisting until her eyes fluttered open.

"Roly...? Mmm, you feel nice..." she whispered with a smile, her eyes still soft with sleep and exhaustion, but then widening as she realised I was still buried deep inside her. She bit her lip and squeezed me with her pussy muscles, grinning mischievously at my soft groan at the feel of her clasping me so tightly again. My cock was still swollen, what with being wedged inside her, but now it was really sensitive and the feeling as she rhythmically squeezed and relaxed around me was literally indescribable. I squeezed her bottom and pinched her gently to make her stop so I could say something, but she ambushed me with a long, hot, very arousing kiss as soon as I opened my mouth.

"Quit that, you, I'm trying to say something!" I murmured when she broke our kiss and squeezed me again instead, so she pouted adorably, pooching-out her bottom lip, the whole number, and gazed into my eyes instead, which I found even more distracting.

"If you're going to keep on doing that, we should go back to our room," I said, "Who knows when someone will just come wandering in here; do you really want to be caught like this?"

Nimmie grinned naughtily as she tapped the tip of my nose with her little pink forefinger.

"Earth to Roly, are you receiving me? Roly, think about where you are, sweetie; everyone here, every guy here, right now, what are they doing? They're fucking the living daylights out of their little sisters, that's what they're doing! If anyone comes in here anytime soon, they're not even going to notice us; they're going to be too busy nursing their big stiffies and sore balls and thinking about their hottie sisters all naked and panting for more, believe me!"

I shook my head, trying not to let this delicious girl distract me.

"You're a bad girl, Puss-Cake, did you know that?" I frowned at her in mock disapproval, yet was unable to stop myself from grinning at her cheeky, pixie expression as she dimpled at the compliment.

"I still think it's a really good idea, Nim; right now, with what I'm thinking of doing to you, we should probably be somewhere a little more private..."

Just as she opened her mouth to object, a voice right behind me snapped my head around.

"He's right you know, Naomi; you really should go back to your room; just imagine how you'd feel if a gang of ravenous people charged in here right now and found you like that!"

It was the girl Robyn, and she had a smug, cheeky grin equal to Nimmie's expression earlier.

"Hello kids, I see you worked it out!" she drawled, swaying closer to us.

As she did, I couldn't help but notice that underneath the short, gauzy shift she wore, she was stark naked, every lithe curve and pert feature as visible and obvious as if she'd been completely nude. She smiled again as she drew closer, her long, coppery hair flowing free down her back, and flirtatiously combed her fingers through my hair before grinning as she winked at us.

As she did that, she leaned down to whisper "well done, Rowan, I knew you'd come through!" With that, she pecked me on the cheek and took Nim's hand.

"And I knew you'd convince him, Nimmie!" she smiled, cupping Nim's chin for a second before distractedly pushing her hair back from her shoulders and gazing into Nim's eyes.

"You are so pretty, Naomi, if I thought for one second..." she paused to sigh theatrically and give Nimmie a slow, suggestive wink, before licking her lips lasciviously as she smiled wickedly.

"I meant what I said, though; I think you're done here, so now you need to take it somewhere more private. Don't bother with the mixer later. The others will understand. What's more important is that you two finish working out what you want and where you go; oh, and have a little naughty fun, too, that's an order! The next chime you'll hear will be the 30-minute breakfast call. Please do come. You'll like it, I promise; it will be fun, just the thing both of you need; I think you need to take all of this a little less seriously! Off you go now, I'll clear-up in here, and I'll see you at breakfast. Wear something suitable for a day at the beach, darlings, and just follow Nimmie's bracelet. Now go. Shoo, shoo!"

I grinned at being shooed away like a small child, but took the hint, sliding Nim off my lap so I could pull my shorts back up without giving Robyn too much of a free show, while Nim pulled her tee, which was currently bunched under her armpits, back down into something approaching decent. Robyn was busily clearing away the glasses, plates, and debris of our meal, and I felt a pang of guilt at leaving her to clean up our mess. She just smiled at me and pointed at the door.

"I'm nearly done here, honest! Both of you, you still have a few things to work out, so beat it, go on, scat!"

Nimmie smiled at me, then took my hand and led me into the corridor, a huge smile pasted on her face. I looked enquiringly at her, and she twinkled back at me, her lips formed into a perfect little moué.

"I'm glad she shooed us out, Ro, I don't think I could have stayed in there; whatever you did inside me, it's running down my leg, you dirty, dirty man!"

I nearly choked at that, but Nim smiled mischievously.

"Wanna see?" she grinned, holding the hem of her tee, and I had to grin, I never knew she could be like that...

I still thought she was just messing with me, but then she hiked-up the hem of her tee to show me her wet inner thighs, and when she dipped her finger between her thighs and brought it up to her mouth, to lick it clean as she stared challengingly at me, I nearly tossed all caution to the wind, ripped that tee off her, and fucked her again right there. We hustled back to our room, with me hanging back slightly so I could admire her mouth-watering little bum bouncing and flexing so enticingly under that thin cotton tee. Nim looked back to see why I was lagging, and grinned when she saw where my eyes were fixed.

"You like, Roly? Wanna bite it?" she grinned, undulating as she slid her hands slowly, teasingly around her covered buttocks before pulling the loose tee tightly into the crevice between them, making the material mould itself to her perfect little bottom. Both delicious globes were perfectly outlined by the thin cloth, round, and juicy, two perfect, succulent peaches, made for my delectation. R

owan Junior twitched in anticipation, something Nim saw immediately, and slowly stroked her fingers over my already painfully erect cock. I shut my eyes and groaned softly at the exquisite torture; there were so many things I wanted to do to her, things I'd wanked endlessly over; question was, how far was she willing to go?

"Oh, I'm going to have such fun with this, Roly-poly!" she whispered, "And you're going to give my bum-hole a good stretching, aren't you, Roly?" she grinned as she pulled me down for a quick kiss, while I grabbed a feel of those gorgeous globes.

"Not here, Roly, you dirty boy; our room, now!" she giggled, grinding against me one last time before taking me once more by the hand.

Nim was tugging off her tee before I'd shut the door properly, followed by me yanking off my clothes; both of us needed a shower, and the thought of manhandling my gorgeous little sister when she was wet and slippery was definitely having an effect, something Nim spotted immediately.

"Oh my God, look at that thing! Mum warned me about people like you!" she teased, swaying closer so she could kiss me and wrap her hand around me, gently fisting me as we kissed. When she broke our kiss, it was to nip me on the chin.

"What have we got here, Roly, is it for me?" she asked, all wide-eyed innocence. "What are you going to do with that, Ro, something nice?"

That did it for me; I pulled her close so I could clutch hold of her wonderfully firm and squeezable buttocks while I kissed her as hard as I could. Nim responded no less fiercely, grinding herself against me as our tongues darted and fenced, while I took this opportunity to once again grope and play with her bum, kneading and pulling the cheeks apart and circling her tight little orifice with my finger tips. Nimmie didn't object to me groping her like that; in fact, every time my fingers grazed her tight little crinkle, she gasped and kissed me even harder, so she obviously liked it.

That gave me something to think about (in a very small corner of my mind; her body was occupying the rest of it) as I groped and squeezed and weighed the most incredible, silky-smooth, perfectly-formed buttocks it had ever been my privilege to manhandle.

"No, not now, baby, I want a shower..." she moaned, still grinding against me while I continued to play with those perfect peaches, but somehow she broke away from me and tugged me by the hand toward the bathroom.

"I'll do your back if you'll do mine!" she grinned at me, hiking my cock up another notch. The water came on as soon as we stepped into the huge shower. Obviously some kind of motion-sensor triggered it, but however it was triggered, it was just the right temperature, the hot water calming and relaxing me, and washing away all the tiredness from our recent exertions.

I was lost for a moment in a world of my own, soaking in the heat and letting it warm me through, when I felt two small hands rubbing my back, relaxing the muscles and soothing away any lingering tension and tiredness. I stood motionless, hands braced against the tiled wall, eyes tight-shut, savouring the feeling as my Nimmie massaged my back and shoulders like I'd never been massaged before, her touch soft, gentle, tender, and very loving.

I could actually feel her love in her touch as her gentle fingertips massaged and relaxed me, releasing tension and easing fatigue, and I suddenly realised that was how she'd always been with me, her gentleness always evident in her touch; how could I have been so blind to not have seen sooner what had always been right in front of me? Nimmie loved me, she always had, and now she was showing me how much in something as simple as a back-rub.

I think that was the real turning point for me. That was the point at which I realised and finally understood that I loved her, not just desired her, or wanted to have sex with her, and that realisation came from somewhere deeper inside than just my libido; I loved her the way a man loves his woman. Now I knew, finally and irrevocably, that she was the sum total of all I needed in my life; she was all I would ever want or need.

"My turn now, sweetie." came a soft voice, followed by an equally soft kiss between my shoulder-blades, so I obliged, taking a generous handful of shower gel and massaging it into her flawless back, not forgetting to once again squeeze and knead her delicious bum, followed by a leisurely exploration of the shadowed crevice between those superb cheeks.

"Are you washing me or groping me, baby?" she asked softly, wriggling enticingly under my hands as I soaped and massaged her, so to answer her question, I kissed her neck and nipped her earlobe gently with my lips as I slid a soapy finger into her tight little anus.

Nimmie jumped, then purred and giggled as she pushed back against my hand, her breath catching when I jigged my finger around inside that tight little ring.

"Oh yesss, more, Roly-poly, do it some more!" she muttered, like I needed an invitation! I slipped my free hand around her waist, and up to cup and squeeze her breast, and held her to me, rubbing first one nipple then the other with my free hand while I frigged her hole with the other.

She obviously loved me slipping first one finger, then two into that tight, sinewy orifice and pumping her, if the way she gasped and muttered and pushed back against me even harder was anything to go by.

It was then I knew that I was going to be fucking that tight little hole at some point that evening, because she wanted to have me in every way, and believe me, the feeling was mutual!

Part 8: Naomi

Having my Roly sliding his big soft hands all over me in the shower was making every single nerve ending stand-up and throb; as he rubbed, and stroked, and caressed me, I could literally feel myself melting, and when he slipped his fingers into my bum, I nearly fainted as the thing I'd wanked about so many times finally came to pass; if he'd bent me over and rammed himself into my anus there and then I would have let him, and screamed in pleasure.

But Roly is such a gentle man he'd never do something like that to me without asking me first, so I contented myself with feeling his fingers rub and curl inside me, while I rubbed and petted my hotspot, both actions taking me higher and higher, until I came like a rocket.

Lights flared behind my eyes, blinding me as the pleasure exploded deep inside me and zoomed along every nerve, until I felt like I was outlined in light as that glow enveloped me and kept my body pulsing with pleasure.

I'd never come like that before, and now Rowan, my brother, had made it happen for me, and if I had anything to do with it, he was going keep on making it happen; I'd felt for a while that he was the one for me, now I knew why, and why I'd come so explosively.

I came out of my woolgathering to feel his arms around me.

"Are you okay, Nimmie? You were off with the fairies there; I thought you'd passed out..."

My heart warmed at the concern in his voice, at the feel of his arms around me, holding me gently, but firmly against his chest, so I slid his hands back a little so he was cupping my boobs, more pleasure zinging through me when his palms rubbed my tense, throbbing nipples.

Now That he was holding me to him by my tits, I could feel his cock hot and solid in the crevice of my bum, buried between my cheeks, and the little gasp he gave every time I slid up and down, massaging that thick rod with my bottom cheeks, was music to my ears. My need for him to take me the way I most wanted flared-up inside me, hot and urgent, and wouldn't be denied.

"Baby, we're done here; take me back to bed..." I whispered as he nuzzled my ear, and to drive home what I wanted, I took hold of his penis, savouring for a moment or two the steely-hardness under the deceptively soft, velvety warm skin, before deliberately rubbing the head between my cheeks, feeling the heat of him as I pressed and rubbed the glans against my anus.

I felt him freeze, his cock pulsed in my hand as he realised what I was saying, and the click as he swallowed was gunshot-loud to my suddenly acute hearing.

"Nim, what are you..." he began, but my squeezing of his cock threw him off as he caught his breath.

"I know what you want, Ro, I want it too, please do it to me now. I want to feel you everywhere in me!"

That was enough to make him spin me around and plant his lips squarely on mine, while his hands squeezed and teased my bottom all over again. I don't think I helped matters any by rubbing my silky mound against his stone-hard cock, not if the way his breathing notched-up was anything to go by!

"Help me dry-off..." I managed to murmur between the blizzard of kisses, and so he yanked a towel off the rail and draped it around me, while somehow managing to slide a finger back into my bum, and with his other hand he stroked and teased my pussy, before sliding two fingers into me, rubbing and teasing both my holes while his lips clamped around my nipple, sending me into sensation overload.

How long we stood like that I don't know; seconds, maybe, but the barrage of sensations as his fingers slid into both my holes while he sucked, licked and chewed my nipple made it seem like an endless moment of free-fall. Right then, my whole world was just the feel of him moving inside me as his lips and teeth gently mauled my breasts.

I have no clear recollection of how we got back to the bedroom; one moment I was leaning against him in the shower with his fingers exploring my most intimate parts, and suddenly I was seated astride him on the edge of the bed, his cock wedged between us like a warm steel bar as he kissed my neck, my face, my lips, every part of me he could reach.

"Are you ready, Nim?" he asked me, his voice little more than a whisper, and a shudder of anticipation rippled through me; God, I wanted him, I wanted that fat thing of his back inside me, anywhere he wanted. I wanted to be fucked senseless, and I wanted it now! In answer to his question, all I could muster was a soft growling purr. I was too busy enjoying myself gnawing on his neck, so when he slid me off him and face down onto the bed-covers, I was already teed-up for a serious fucking.

Instead, his hands on my hips once more pulled me onto all-fours, and when his hot breath brushed across my labia, and his warm tongue-tip darted between my spread-open buttocks, I nearly jumped out of my skin. The feel of his tongue as he rimmed me was incredible; I'd never thought having someone slip their tongue into my bum could be such a wonderful, joyous experience; all my nerve-endings literally stood-up and shrieked, and I nearly passed-out from the electric sparks thrilling through me as he sucked, licked, and lapped at my tight little anus.

I couldn't stay up on all fours, not when he was eating me so incredibly; my arms were shaking so much with what he was doing to me. I collapsed back onto my tummy. He pulled me close, folded my legs by my ankles as he spread my thighs, and buried his face once more between the cheeks of my bum. His tongue darted around inside me everywhere like a live thing, seeking out every single pleasurable sensation he could give me as he licked and sucked me, from mind-blowing friction as he licked my clitoris and lapped at my perineum, to unbelievable thrills as he jammed his tongue forcefully into my little rosebud and wriggled inside me, nearly driving me insane with the depraved pleasure it was giving me.

It took me a while to realise the shuddering, lustful moans and entreaties echoing in the room were me, as my darling Roly took me to places I'd never thought possible.

I was climaxing almost continually, dazzled by the sheer erotic overload of having the one man in the world I wanted doing such wonderful things to me, but I knew what I wanted most, the thing that would put the crown on this whole experience, and I knew Roly wanted it too; I could feel his need as an almost tangible thing in the way he touched, caressed, and held me as he pleasured me.

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When he finally stopped worshipping me in that special, oh so sexy way, I knew the time had come to do what we both wanted so badly it was like a huge weight in the room, invisible but pressing on us both.

When he climbed off the bed, a pang of disappointment shot through me, but then he opened the drawer in the night-stand and took out a bottle of lube, and I fluttered inside, wanting this so badly, but still apprehensive about doing it for the first time with a real cock.

"I found this earlier, Nimmie; never thought I'd be needing it!" he grinned, then his grin faded when he saw my expression, and he climbed back onto the bed and held me close, kissing me gently while his hands soothed and comforted me.

"Hey, it's OK Nim, we don't have to do anything if you don't want to, really; I don't want you to do anything just because you think it'll make me happy; I'd never do that to you; I can wait, baby-girl, honest..."

Of course, that decided me; more than anything in the world I wanted to give myself to the big, beautiful, tender man holding and caressing me so gently. How I gave myself to him was immaterial; as far as I was concerned, all of me was for all of him, that was how it was always going to be for me, and never more so than right now, when this new thing was the final step for us.

As he held me and cuddled me against him, my hand somehow slipped down to gently enfold and circle his cock, feeling it pulse and tremble as it once more engorged, waiting to take me again in any and every way.

"Ooh Nim, that feels so nice..." he murmured as I gently fisted him, while I marvelled at how he swelled and hardened under my fingers. His swollen penis was pushing my fingers apart as he swelled even further and pulsed in my hand, while his length was warm and satiny, soft, velvety skin over a rigid, bone-hard rod rearing up in readiness for me.

"Make me ready, Roly-poly!" I whispered, rubbing my thumb in the glistening bulb of clear liquid seeping from the end of his penis, and Rowan gasped softly even as he pulled me astride him.

"Are you sure baby? Like I said, no rush, no pressure..."

I hushed him with a finger on his lip.

"I'm sure Ro, really; I want this, I even sort of know what it's like, but I want to know for real; just go slow, ok?"

Rowan pulled me closer again, his lips pressing against mine even as his tongue flicked out to gently press between my lips. I reciprocated, flicking my tongue between his lips, and as our lips pressed and opened, our kiss deepened into more than just necking; now we were locked in a deep soul kiss, my nipples throbbing as my pussy lips tingled with the feel of the base of his cock pressed between them.

His hands slipped down from my waist to cup and then squeeze my bottom, kneading the globes of my bottom, sliding his fingers deeper into the cleft every time he squeezed, until his fingertips slid once again into my tense, wary little bum-hole.

I opened my eyes to see his beautiful grey-green eyes, glowing like smoky emeralds, his soft, tender smile, that smile he only ever seemed to have for me, and all my misgivings faded away; I could see his love and tenderness deep in the jade wells of his eyes, and I knew that the time was right for us to do this.

As I realised this, I wriggled involuntarily, and his finger slipped deeper into me, shocking through me, but a pleasant shock. With that delicious shock all my barriers came down, and I understood that this was just one more taboo to break, to follow all those we'd already broken so far. Roly must have seen something in my eyes, because he instantly looked concerned, and his hands on me stilled.

"What's wrong, are you alright, Nim?" he murmured, and I smiled, all apprehension gone; I was in the arms of my Roly, in his bed, and there was nothing to be frightened of while he held me, I knew that with rock-solid certainty.

"Nothing at all, Roly-poly!" I smiled at him, leaning forward to nip the end of his nose. "Make me ready, Rowan. I need you inside me, baby; I want you to stretch my bum and then shove your cock into me, OK?"

As soon as I said that, I felt his cock, still pressed between my labia, give a muscular, pulsing throb, and I heard the almost inaudible catch of breath in his throat, and I knew he wanted this as much as I did. Time to turn up the heat...

Part 9: Rowan

Holding Nim against me, with my cock sandwiched between her damp labia, her bullet-hard nipples pressed against my chest, was agony, an absolutely exquisite torture, and hearing her say she wanted me to sodomise her only compounded the torture; when I looked to her face, her sweet, beautiful, innocent face, I couldn't believe those lewd, exciting, utterly taboo words had come from those beautiful little rose-petal lips.

"You heard me, Roly-poly, fuck my bum-hole hard, fill me up and make me drip spunk!" she whispered, gyrating all the while, her slow grinding of her pussy against my cock ramping my arousal up higher with every passing second. As she ground, she murmured a never-ending litany of the kind of lewd filth I'd only ever dreamed of hearing from her.

"You're mine now, Roly, only mine, my husband, and I'm yours, I'm your wife, your lover, and your hot little butt-slut, so shove this big thing in me for real; I've fucking waited long enough! Hurry up Ro, I need a big stiff cock plugging me up, what are you waiting for, sodomise me, Ro, fuck my arse hard!"

With that, she lifted her legs high, holding them apart with her hands behind her knees, presenting her pink little anus to me in all its glory, a tight, creased little target for my raging hard-on. In a haze of arousal, I watched myself pick up the bottle of lube and squeeze it, watching a stream of oily liquid drip into that puckered little crevice between those beautiful buttocks. Nim gasped, probably at the touch of the cold liquid, then pulled my face closer as she jammed her lips against mine in a long, breathless kiss.

"Use lots, Roly, we've got all night!" she whispered, then gasped again as I slid my fingers over her tight little hole, spreading the stuff around. Nimmie winked at me and took the bottle from me so she could dribble some over the tip of my cock, which she then worked up and down the length of my shaft. I was almost ready to explode right then, but Nimmie lightly scratched the end of my cock with her fingernail, making me jump at the sudden pain.

"No you don't, not yet!" she grinned. "I have plans, Roly. Now make me scream, baby, get that thing inside me!"

Only too happy to oblige, I slowly slid one finger into her tight little hole, watching her expression the whole time, making sure I wasn't hurting her. All the while, she kissed me wildly, madly, her hands on my face holding me to her even as her tongue stabbed against mine in time to the probing finger inserted in her. When I slid another finger inside her, her kisses became wilder, harder, while she fisted my rigid, oily cock almost frenziedly.

My heart was hammering at this build-up; more than anything, right now I wanted nothing more than to hold her waist while I slammed my cock into her oily little pucker. It seems she had thoughts along those lines too, because suddenly she stopped kissing me, and leaned back to look deeply into my eyes. As I gathered my wits after that wild snogging session, she grinned and suddenly pushed me onto my back, with her thighs now spread over my midriff.

"Time to play, Roly!" she husked, raising herself up so she could reach behind and grab hold of my swollen cock and rub the head agonisingly slowly over her crotch: now the wet heat of her pussy, now the taut barrier of her anus, then back to her luscious pussy, teasing me, torturing me.

"Come on, baby, I thought you wanted this!" she moaned. Then, she held me still, and now I could feel the steady pressure on the head of my penis as she slowly slid me into her. My heart was nearly bursting at the sensation of the hot, vice-like pressure on me, my heavy breathing matching her panting as she slowly worked my well-lubricated, pre-cum dripping cock past her anal ring. Nimmie shuddered and trembled, the look of extreme concentration on her face the only way I could tell what this was costing her.

If I could have stopped her, I would have, no matter how much I wanted this; she was my adored and adorable little sister, and nothing in the world would let me hurt her. I think she saw me preparing to pull away from her, to push her off me because she stopped dead, her little hands planted squarely in the middle of my chest, holding me down with all her weight.

"No, Roly, don't! I want this, it's not so bad, just...hard work, but I really want to do this with you, here, now, so lay off!"

With that, my feelings of trepidation, my worries about hurting her, all disappeared as I gave in to her, once again letting her have her own way. As I relaxed, the head of my cock 'popped' past her barrier, sliding into her velvety interior. Nim gave a huge, shuddering sigh as she slowly, carefully, worked herself down along my shaft, inching me into her, while I tried desperately not to explode inside her from the tight, hot, almost unbearable pressure around my cock-shaft holding me inside her.

"Oh my God, Roly, we did it, Jeeezus fucking Christ it's tight!" she breathed, poised absolutely still above me as her body adjusted to having my swollen, pulsating cock jammed deep inside her tightest, most private place. I knew I either had to move or go off like a Roman candle, but as soon as I did, Nimmie gasped, her eyes screwed shut.

"No, don't...don't, just give me a second..." she breathed, so I quit moving and lay motionless under her, waiting for her to make the next move, while thinking that she'd better do something soon, because I was ready to pop...

After what seemed like an eternity of her leaning over me, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she did this 'Lamaze' kind of breathing, adjusting to the size of my cock rammed up inside her, she began rocking, just small back and forth motions at first, muttering "ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod" the entire time.

At this point all I could do was try and blank out the sight of her beautiful, flushed face, with her sexy mouth hanging open as she gasped and shuddered, because the urge to grab hold of her hips and just pump inside her as hard as I could was almost overpowering me; this would not have been a good thing; I had to let her do this at her own pace, because the last thing I wanted to do was injure her.

Gradually I felt the pressure on my cock easing as her anus relaxed, and now I began slowly, gently pumping to meet her stroke for stroke; as I did, Nimmie pushed back against me, uttering a little "oh, oh, oh" with each stroke of my cock inside her. I was having a seriously difficult time not coming; Nimmie had never looked so beautiful, or so sweetly enticing as she moved against me, her lovely breasts bobbing as she pumped herself up and down on me.

Now I could hold her hips and push harder and harder into her with each stroke, while she straddled me, sitting almost upright now, her eyes closed and her lips trembling as she pinched, squeezed, and rubbed her nipples, lost in her own erotic universe.

I was nearing the end of my tether; much as I wanted her to enjoy what we were doing, I was nearly mad with the need for release, almost there, and any second now I was going to blow like a Texas oil-well. Nim must have sensed this; her pumping as she rode me began to gain urgency, and I could plainly see the flush spreading down her throat and beginning to blush her upper chest.

Her efforts increased, while I was nearly blacking-out from the effort of not coming, of holding on until she got there first, and then:

"Oh God, Roly, it's...oh my God, ooh yess, ooh yess, OOOH FUUUUCCCKKK!" she shrieked, slumping forward even as her anus tightened and shuddered around my cock-shaft, fluttering and squeezing as orgasm blasted its way through her. That was it for me, and I think I bellowed out too as I came so hard it made my jaw ache as all my teeth buzzed in their sockets. I could even feel my toes curling with the force of my climax, while Nim shuddered and sobbed atop me as her climax ripped through her, waves of contractions pulsing through her tight rectum and milking my cock of every last drop of semen.

I think I came then more and harder than I had ever come before; the swollen and sensitive head of my penis was actually burning with the force of my ejaculation, spurt after spurt bursting out of me to coat and fill her rectum with my seed.

Nimmie flopped down on top of me, her breathing harsh and laboured while her heart drummed and clamoured against mine, like a bird fluttering against its cage.

I was in almost the same shape, but I still had wit enough to wrap my arms around my darling little sister and hold her to me as we surfed together through the aftershock and weakness of our cataclysmic mutual climax. Nim was murmuring against my neck even as her breathing hitched and trembled, but I could feel her heart-rate slowing, and her breathing was returning to normal, not the huge gulps for air that had wracked her just a few minutes earlier.

We lay together in silence, waiting for the surge to pass, and as it slowly receded, murmuring and holding became nibbling, and kissing, and touching once again as we reaffirmed our connection to each other. Nim finally raised her head to look into my eyes, her expression slightly bleary, and I was surprised to see the tracks of tears on her cheeks, and her eyes brimming with more unshed tears.

"What's the matter, Nim-Nim?" I murmured, to see her smile tremulously, before the tears spilled out and ran freely down her cheeks. She made no move to wipe them away, instead reaching up to cup my chin, trace a line along my jaw, and gently brush the hair off my forehead. I started to speak, but she put her finger on my lip, silencing me.

"Me first, Ro, I need to say something." I nodded, so she continued.

"Roly-poly, what we did there, everything we've done so far, it will only ever be for you; when we leave here, there won't be anyone else, not ever."

I must have looked puzzled as I tried to figure out where she was going, so she leaned up on me, looking me more fully in the face as she continued.

"Roly, after all we've said and done here, you must know I can't be just your little sister anymore. I don't want to be your little sister, because that means I can't be with you like this, and I would die before I let that happen. You're mine, now and forever, and I'm yours, and no-one else gets a look-in, do you understand? We'll find a way. I'll find a way to make it work, because it's all changed now, and I just got it; there's no going back, and I fully accept that. Your turn."

My hands slipped down to squeeze and cuddle her taut little bottom as I straightened-out my thoughts.

"Nim, I knew as soon as we started this where it would go, what would probably happen, and I don't care; even if I didn't say it right then, I made a commitment to you, and I meant it; I pledged myself to you; you've always owned me, now this is just the next part of what and who we are. I want you, I can't let you go, and I never will, so yes, we'll have to find a way, but we'll both do it, do you understand? You and me together, Nim, that's the only way forward we have now... and it's the only thing I want. It's the only thing I'll ever want."

She stared silently for another of those long, searching moments, her eyes disconcertingly sharp as they bored into mine, then she smiled, her eyes sparkling behind her long, beautiful lashes, and reached up to once again brush my lip with her fingertip.

"It's a deal, Ro, you and me, onward and upward, and baby...?"

I looked at her enquiringly.

"What, Nim?"

She smiled naughtily and gave a delightful shimmy on top of me.

"I really need a shower, so, when you're ready, could you please pull your big dick out of my bum...?"

I smiled and complied; or tried to, I should say; while my cock was jammed inside her it was still stiff and swollen, and really sensitive, but as soon as I began to inch it out of her, she gasped and shuddered, her eyes closing even as her mouth dropped open. Startled, I stopped, but she shook her head, her eyes still squeezed shut.

"Keep going Ro...that's it...oooohh yess, oh my God, ooohh yeess, cuummmiiinnggg, aaahhh!" she warbled, her head flat on my chest even as her fingers tightened almost painfully in my sides as she shook and trembled, once again in the throes of orgasm.

As she panted and finally lay motionless on me, I managed to pull out from her completely and lay back, enjoying the memory of what we'd just done, and wondering when we'd get to do it again.

Just as I was beginning to wonder if she'd fallen asleep on me, she raised her head to look at me, her eyes slightly unfocused,before grinning and kissing me once, lightly, on my chest before pushing herself off me.

"C'mon Ro, let's get cleaned-up, I'm almost dead here!" she smiled, lying flat on the bed next to me and staring up at the ceiling. I had more interesting things to stare at; those two swollen pink points, for one, rising and falling with her breathing, a very enticing and exciting sight at any other time but this; I felt like I'd been circuit-training all night with a sack of bricks on my back, and Nimmie looked as bushed; maybe a nice, hot shower would ease some of the muscle twinges now making themselves felt.

Our shower was a repeat of earlier in the evening, only now we were far too tired for anything except gentle teasing, concentrating instead on getting clean and relaxing tense and strained muscles under needle jets of water, as hot as we could stand, followed by me helping Nim to dry her mane of sleek golden hair. The sight of her kneeling naked on the bed, her head tossed back as she dried her hair, with her back arched and her jutting breasts thrust forward, her pink nipples dancing gently with every movement of her body, was a sight never to be forgotten. When she was done, I pulled her against me, spooning her so I could hold her and kiss her asleep with my arm around her.

I woke alone, confused and disoriented for a few seconds, wondering if the last sixteen hours or so had been an incredibly detailed, lucid dream. The real world came back when I saw the huge bed, the opulent bedclothes, the rich, rococo ceiling, and realised where I was.

I slumped back in relief; it was all real, every wonderful, erotic, fantastic detail was true; it had actually happened! Hard on the heels of that thought came another; where was Nim? I slid out from the covers as a soft humming intruded, and when I looked over the foot of the bed, there she was, lying on the thick carpet in her sweats and baggy tee, her hair teased into a tight bun and her glasses back on.

She lay on her tummy, writing, apparently oblivious to me, her feet raised and crossed at the ankles, with her gorgeous little bottom flexing gently as she wrote, a scene I'd witnessed nearly every day at home as she wrote out her notes for the day.

I stared at her, all my fantasies returning as she lay on the floor in my favourite pose, one I'd enjoyed seeing her in for such a long time now; she knew I was there, watching her, she must have, but she never took her eyes off her writing, her buttocks gently quivering, dancing and flexing, and my cock slowly came to full mast at the picture of innocent sensuality she'd been showing me for so long.

As I watched, she dropped her pen and pushed her book away, slid her glasses off and shook out her gleaming hair, to lie flat on the rich, deep-pile carpet, and then slowly, slowly her hands crept to her sides, to hook her thumbs in the sides of her sweats, and inch them down as she raised her hips off the floor and pushed her bottom out.

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I held my breath at this display, mesmerised by the clinging material slowly sliding over her hips, revealing her smooth, plush buttocks, with the shadowed cleft between those beautiful globes appearing inch by inch. My cock was straining painfully; she knew exactly what she was doing to me, and I was transfixed as the thing I'd fantasised so many times about seeing her do for me played out right in front of me.

When she'd pushed her sweats down to mid-thigh, she slipped a hand under herself, and I watched silently, except for the pulse thundering in my ears, as she stroked her labia, running a finger in the crease between them, then slipping one finger inside herself, to the sound of her breath catching in her throat.

That was too much for me, and suddenly I was on the floor behind her, my hands on her hips as I pulled her to her knees. My eager tongue lapped at her rapidly swelling labia even as I caressed her little pussy and breathed in the scent of her arousal.

Nimmie groaned softly and sighed as my tongue burrowed deep into her, first licking her taut little rosebud, then lapping and pushing into and between those flushed, rose-pink lips guarding her entrance.

When I rubbed my thumb gently but insistently against the hood of her stiff clitoris, she stiffened and gasped, her breath hitching and stuttering as I pushed her close, and when I shoved my tongue-tip firmly into her tight little anus she groaned and quivered, and would have collapsed had I not been holding her against me. A fine spray of her tangy sweetness enveloped me in her delicious scent as she climaxed, her body trembling and shuddering as I held her to me.

While I held her, I covered her smooth back in kisses, wondering once again at the warm, silky smoothness of her skin against my lips, grinning at the sound of her soft giggle.

"I knew you'd find me eventually, sweetie. I know how you used to watch me like this at home; was it how you thought it would be?"

I slipped my hands under her to cup her soft breasts and gently tease her stiff nipples.

"Much better than I ever thought, Puss-Cake!" I whispered, and listened to her gasp as I slid my iron-hard cock into her pussy, trying not to overload on the sensation of her warm velvety succulence clasping me tightly as I buried myself in her. Nimmie pushed back against me as I pumped into her, my eyes fixed on her perfect peach-buttocks as they flattened against my midriff every time I pushed into her.

The world narrowed down to the feel of her soft cheeks bouncing against me, her little mewling cries as I gently pinched and squeezed her nipples, and the muscular contractions of her tight pussy as she repeatedly squeezed and milked me every time I thrust into her, living out a fantasy I'd cherished for so very long now; it was still hard for me to comprehend how this had happened, but here we were, although a part of me was waiting to wake up and find it was all another impossible dream even as I rammed myself into her as hard as I could, taking every inch of pleasure she had to give me.

All too soon I could feel myself bubbling inside, that gathering sensation that was the prelude to climax building inside me. Nimmie seemed to sense this; her gasps and cries grew louder as she pushed back harder and harder with every thrust into her, her tight pussy rippling continuously as she squeezed and caressed me with her velvet softness, until:

"Oh God, Roly, harder, harder, yess, yess!" she moaned, and that tipped me over the edge, my body tensing in that strange, painless, agonising pleasure as bolt after bolt of spunk pulsed out of me and deep into her.

Nimmie stiffened, her breath hissing through clenched teeth as she came with me, her pussy clamping tightly around me, milking me rhythmically even as I shot my wad again and again, filling her with my seed.

Nim finally collapsed to the carpet, gasping for breath, while I collapsed on top of her, still buried deep inside her, my hands still cupping her delicious breasts. I dimly realised I couldn't lie on top of her like this, I'd crush her, so slid myself from her, and with almost the last of my strength, rolled onto the carpet next to her, my breathing as laboured as hers as we both fought for breath.

When I stopped seeing stars, I saw Nim, her face turned to me as she lay on her tummy, her beautiful eyes dancing with amusement.

"Hello Roly!" she whispered, her sweet lips curved in a pretty smile. Without thinking I stretched out my hand to caress her face and tweak her cute little nose, making her smile wider.

"You knew all along, did you? Why didn't you say anything?" I asked, not really expecting an answer, just content to see her beautiful face lit up by her sweet smile.

"If I had, what then?" she retorted, "If I'd called you on it, would you be here today?"

I had to admit she had a point; if she had made something of it, it would have been the end of us, and I for certain wouldn't be here now, naked, with her like this. Nim grinned at me, obviously reading my mind at this point, and reached out to lightly swirl her finger through the hairs on my chest.

"Take me back to bed, Ro. I'm tired now, and I want to sleep next to you again."

When she asked so nicely, how could I refuse?

Part 10: Naomi

A soft, gently insistent chiming finally drew me awake from dreams of Rowan and his soft hands and insistent lips, to find that part of my dream, at least, wasn't just a dream; his big, warm hands were wrapped snugly around me, cradling me naked in his arms, his body warm and comforting against me as we spooned. As I stirred, I felt him coming awake, his lips brushing my hair gently as he kissed me awake.

"Morning Nim-Nim..." he yawned, before licking my earlobe and making me squirm delightedly, now completely awake; "Are you ready to meet everyone again, baby? 'cause if you're not..."

I wriggled further into him, enjoying the feel of his warmth against my nakedness.

"We're guests Roly, we have to show our faces sometime..." I murmured, and giggled when he lightly brushed my labia with his fingertip. He patted my tummy and I could feel him grinning even though my back was to him.

"OK, if you're sure, let's do this. Didn't that girl say we should dress for the beach? I wonder what she meant...?" he mused, faking a groan when I nudged him.

"'That Girl' indeed! You know damned well what her name was! Your eyes and tongue were hanging out of your face at the way that half-naked, redheaded floozy was eye-fucking you, Rowan Redman, and don't you try and deny it!"

His lips brushed my ear, and for a fleeting second I thought he was going to apologise for ogling the delectable Robyn, then suddenly a moment of prescience kicked-in, but not fast enough to avoid the wet tongue-tip he shoved in my ear as his fingers dug into my sides. I shrieked and tried to wriggle away from his tickling hands, but he seemed to have several more than me, and I was too breathless with laughter to put up much resistance.

"S-s-stop it, stop it Roly, no, no please...!" I begged, while his tickling, pinching fingers were everywhere.

"Apologise!" he demanded, "Go on, say sorry and I'll stop!"

"So-so-so-sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry you were ogling Robyn's tits!" I choked out, and collapsed in helpless laughter as he launched another assault, until finally I rolled on top of him and grabbed his balls, giving them a warning squeeze.

"Tickle me anymore and you'll be riding side-saddle the rest of your life!" I threatened, while trying not to let the fact that, just woken as he was, with his hair sticking up in all directions, he was still just about the sweetest, most beautiful man, ever, distract me from carrying out my threat.

His hands slid from around my waist to cup and squeeze my bottom, making me gasp pleasurably when he kneaded my cheeks and pulled them apart.

"Did I ever tell you, Nim, you've got the world's best bottom?" he murmured, pulling me close to him as he dotted my face with quick little kisses. That made me smile happily, so I forgave him for tickling me so unmercifully and slid regretfully off him, not without tweaking his balls, though; after all, I was due a little revenge...

"Come on, Ro, we have less than thirty minutes, the chimes have already gone; let me shower first so I can dry my hair while you're in there, then let's go and see why we have to dress for the beach!"

When Roly came out of the shower and saw how I was dressed, he grinned and wolf whistled, which was what I was hoping for; I was wearing a dazzlingly white, brief little tennis dress, slightly too-small white panties, and white deck shoes, and I'd laid out a new white tennis shirt, shoes, and matching shorts for him, the new clothes I'd bought him to replace those horrible grungy things he normally slummed around in.

He kind of grinned at me, and I gave him the 'so what?' eyebrow, daring him to say something; I wanted us to make a good impression after the way everyone had last seen us, and if we matched then so much the better.

I have to say, though; freshly washed and shaved, in crisp Slazenger tennis whites and classic Dunlop tennis shoes, his hair once more tamed and slicked back from his face, he looked like a top seed about to walk onto Centre-Court at Wimbledon: fit, athletic, and very handsome.

I beamed at him, grateful he'd gone along with my wardrobe choice for him, plus, with the way those tight little shorts clung to and highlighted his long, powerful legs and lovely, muscular glutes, I knew the other girls would be looking at him and giving me the envious eye, which was one way to make an entrance, I suppose!

He gave me his arm, and we followed my bracelet to a different set of doors from earlier; when he pushed them open, we were suddenly in what looked and felt like a sunlit outdoor precinct, with more bistro tables and chairs, complete with parasols, scattered around like a pavement café, many of them occupied by young couples chattering and laughing. Along one wall was a long table piled high with breakfast foods hot and cold, smelling absolutely delicious, and a coffee bar complete with baristas and hissing Espresso machines.

A few of the couples recognised us, but their looks were approving rather than accusatory; they looked happy Roly and I had worked it out, and seemed glad to see us, which quickly smoothed away any lingering awkwardness; we even managed to swap a few pleasantries with the couples seated nearest us.

The room itself was huge, very high-ceilinged, with lamps that gave out a very convincing illusion of sunlight. Seated at a café table, with cool, random air-currents from hidden blowers ruffling my hair in the warm sun, it seemed more like a bright summer morning in a weekend spa resort than a huge country house somewhere in England.

I was just finishing a delicious, ice-cold mango, mandarin, and apple fruit salad, and Roly was working his way through Eggs Benedict, when a light touch on my shoulder made me look up, to see Evan smiling at me.

"Hello Naomi, it's good to see you!" he smiled, and grinned when I scrabbled for a napkin to wipe the mango juice off my chin.

"Here, let me get that!" he grinned, dabbing my chin carefully with a napkin. Roly put down his silverware, and Evan immediately waved him to continue.

"No, no, please, don't let me interrupt your breakfast," he laughed, "I'll be around again later; in the meantime, relax, eat, take your time; the girls are around somewhere. I think Robyn wants to have a quick word with both of you and show you some more of what my home has to offer. Enjoy your breakfast."

With that, he moved on to the next table, to once again exchange a few words with the couple seated there, being the proper host and seeing to his guests.

Rowan and I were lounging back and enjoying a really excellent Americano coffee with an extra shot, ideal for that early-start zing, when Robyn appeared at his shoulder, making him jump when she whispered "Boo!" in his ear. I giggled, he looked so startled, and Robyn laughed too, a pretty, musical tinkle, while poor Rowan went red at being the butt of her little prank.

"Dear Rowan, you really are too delicious, and so nicely put-together, too; Nimmie is such a lucky girl, and so quiet today, you must have really tired her out..." she sighed theatrically, then giggled again and sat down between us, squeezing his thigh gently while grinning at me as she winked. I could barely keep a straight face as poor Rowan flushed again, obviously uncomfortable with Robyn's gentle, innuendo-laden teasing.

"I'm so glad you joined us, Nimmie, we all missed both of you last night. Never mind, all's well now, I hope, and we have something nice planned for tonight, so today is for relaxing, and having a little quiet fun. We have a very nice pool, or perhaps you might like somewhere a little less public...?"

She looked thoughtfully at Rowan, and smiled happily.

"In fact, I think I know exactly what you should do; we have a place here, it's sort of our fantasy getaway, and I think you'll like it, especially you, Rowan. Come with me."

She bounced up and took our hands, leading us through a set of doors behind the coffee bar and into an elevator. She punched the lowest button, so we were going all the way to the bottom, wherever that was. When the doors opened, she led us down a long, echoing corridor to another set of double doors.

When she pushed them open, I gasped, and even Rowan looked astonished; the room beyond, if it was a room, was enormous, a sloping lawn leading down to what looked for all the world like a forest, gnarled and ancient-looking trees with shafts of sunlight spearing down and lighting-up small glades, and everywhere, the sound of bird-song, running, trickling, and dripping water, and over the top of it all, the huge, sibilant soughing of the trees rustling in the breeze.

"Evan calls it 'Mirkwood'," said Robyn with a smile. "I think he's read more fantasy stories than are good for him. We haven't got any unicorns, elves, dragons, or manticores running around in here, I'm afraid, but there are some special places ready for you to find. Maybe you'll find some magic of your own there. You're welcome to play, explore, do whatever takes your fancy. You'll find lots of things to see and do, I promise."

She slid open a panel in the wall behind us and pulled out a classic 'Red Riding Hood' picnic basket, which she handed to me.

"Some snacks and drinks for later, but for now, why don't you and Roly explore for a while, relax, maybe get naked, and for goodness' sake, have some fun, kids; this is a magic forest, after all! When you're done, come and join us at the pool, top button in the elevator and just follow your bracelet. There's an Hawaiian barbecue later, lots of roasted pork and pineapple. It would be nice if you were there, but don't rush, please; this space here is yours today. Stay as long as you want, and come and see us when you feel like some company. See you later!"

She kissed her fingertip and tapped both Roly and me on the lip with it, grinned cheekily, walked back through the double doors, and then we were alone on that lush lawn with that incredible forest just a short way away.

Rowan was absolutely entranced; he looked transported, and when I moved closer to him, he slipped his arm around my shoulders to pull me closer, hugging me as he gazed into the distance.

"Wow, Nim, look at this, it's...fucking incredible...!" he murmured, and when I looked up at him, his expression was that of someone truly transported. To this day, whenever I see him at his desk, gazing at nothing, with that slight, distracted smile on his face, I know he's seeing that wonderful forest again, and I think he always will.

"Let's explore a little; it looks so...so..." He trailed off, lost for words, so he took my hand and led me along one of the little paths leading through the tree canopy. I knew it was all an artifice, that we were in some kind of huge conservatory, like the ones at the Eden Project, or maybe Kew Gardens, that it had been probably only been built a little while ago, and painstakingly modelled to look like an ancient forest, but whoever had done it was a certified genius, because the illusion was perfect; it looked and felt like how I had always imagined the ancient, primal forests of England had been a thousand years ago, pristine, absolutely untouched, some of the trees hoary with age but still strong and in full leaf.

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As we walked through the dappled shade, I couldn't help but feel the peace and wonder of the place. Rowan was already there; I think he was in love, his eyes far away as he listened to the huge, soft sighing of the leaves in the breeze, like the sound of surf on a desert island beach, endless waves of surging, sighing, rustling leaves.

The birds, too, called and twittered endlessly, background counterpoint to the huge, softly sibilant roar of the trees, but not just the birds one would see in an English garden, lovely as they are; there were bright, jewelled things that flashed overhead, exotic birds from far away foreign lands flitting and calling in the trees, or displaying and posturing on the branches, and rare, spectacular birds of paradise.

Rowan watched and listened in awe, his face young and wondering once again, the little boy inside the grown man showing though as we followed the forest path into a clearing that made me gasp with wonder.

Spread before us was a wide pool surrounded by huge, flat, mossy rocks, with a waterfall spraying down over one large slab in a solid sheet, the perfect curtain for the large grotto we could just about make out behind the waterfall. I looked up and saw a roof, but no sun-lamps, like there were in the breakfast café we'd just come from; instead, high overhead, well beyond the height of the tallest trees, a vast tracery of frames and glazing formed the roof of this amazing place, held up by spidery beams and cables, with brilliant natural sunlight shining through.

Rowan grinned at me as his hand slid down to gently squeeze my bottom.

"Want to take a look?" he asked, and when I nodded he took my hand and led me along the path running along one side of the pool, into the large, natural-looking grotto we had glimpsed behind the waterfall. It was a roomy cave, with a high ceiling and rough-hewn walls, and a large stone shelf or platform against the rear wall, piled high with soft furnishings and cushions, pillows, and bolsters, and soft, luxurious rugs piled two and three deep on the stone floor, making the going soft and comfortable for bare feet. A pile of towels and robes was folded in a corner, and a locker set in the wall turned out to be a fridge stocked with soft drinks and sparkling water.

"Yabba-dabba Doo!" murmured Rowan, and before I knew it I was in his arms, his lips against mine as we reclined on that convenient shelf of rock. As we kissed I fumbled with the waistband of his shorts; that cavern, with the waterfall screening us, and the sound of the water splashing into the pool, was the most romantic thing, and right now I was feeling very romantic and easily charmed; luckily, Rowan was there to fulfil my fantasy for me, and so we kissed and slowly removed each other's clothes, to finally be naked in that beautiful setting.

"I've never had sex with a girl in a cave before!" he grinned, biting my nipples gently, making me gasp and giggle even as bolts of pleasure zinged up and down my spine and buzzed in my pussy.

"Are you going to fuck me in a cave, Rowan? " I smiled back, teasing him even as I squeezed his rapidly inflating cock. "Are you going to be my own caveman and ravish me in your man-cavern of sin and nastiness?"

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Rowan nipped me once more, sending another little bolt of pleasure zipping through me, and smiled that lovely, open innocent smile of his.

"Me Tarzan, you Jane; Jane in Tarzan cave, now Jane belong Tarzan!" he growled, before launching a surprise and unfair tickling attack on me. My brother has known all my ticklish spots for years, and try as I might, no matter how much I squealed and squirmed, he tickled me mercilessly, rolling around with my until somehow I ended up on top of him, with his cock fat and hard and pressed in my tummy as it lay sandwiched between us.

"Now look what you've done, Nim-Nim!" he murmured, looking sternly at me. "Now you have to pay the price..."

I grinned triumphantly at him; I knew exactly what I was going to do to pay him back. I slid a little further up his chest, daring him to bite my nipples again, because they needed some attention now, and as he lifted his head to suck on my suddenly available nipple, quick as lightning I ducked away and stuck my tongue in his ear, the one thing in the word that makes his blood run cold. I actually saw the gooseflesh pop-up along his arms as he hooted, and that's when I wrapped my legs around him and slid my pussy onto his cock, burying him inside me in one swift move.

Poor Rowan's eyes nearly bugged-out as he slipped into me and I squeezed him, but his expression quickly changed as he pulled back, took hold of my cheeks, and rammed himself into me again, making me cry out with the sheer pleasure of his invasion. Something about the location must have gotten to him, because his cock was like iron, and as it pounded and bludgeoned its way inside me, it felt savage, primitive, as rough and raw as our surroundings seemed to be.

I was climaxing almost continually with the relentless rogering he was giving me, orgasm after orgasm chasing and spinning inside me until I thought I was going to explode from sheer delight.

Alas, even a powerhouse like Rowan couldn't keep up that pace, and when I felt him shortening his stroke, I knew the end was coming, but what an ending! My head was full of what we were doing, what I was doing, and who I was doing it with, with the feel of his hot, sweat-slick body plastered to mine as he rammed himself into me.

The sound of his breathing, magnified by the walls of the cave, morphed into a growling roar as he came like lightning, like lava and spring torrents inside me, filling me with himself once again. I came in a great rushing roar as I felt him lurch and thicken inside me; the feel of his hot spunk pouring into me from his iron-hard cock made me scream wildly as a burst of pleasure so intense I had no other way to express it detonated inside me, blinding me with the sheer, white-hot intensity of it.

I came down gradually, slowly feeling the pressure of the cushioned shelf of rock on my back, of his body pressed to mine, both of us shining with sweat, our breathing magnified by the solid rock walls and ceiling, sounding hoarse and laboured in the closeness of that carved rock chamber.

We floated for long minutes, once again taking in what we'd done, but now there was no lingering trace of guilt when I looked at Rowan, my Roly-Poly, and when I looked in his eyes, all I saw was frank appreciation for me, no hint of guilt or reproach. When I think back on all our days since that fateful day, I see now that that day, and that place, that was where and when we finally became who we are today, Rowan and Naomi, together forever.

Finally, after who knows how long spent in rapt study of each other, Rowan patted me on the bottom.

"I don't know about you, Nimmie, but I need something to eat; first though, I need a shower, and so do you. Did you spot one anywhere?"

I looked at him like he was simple, and pointed behind me.

"Ro, there's a whole pool and a waterfall full of nice clean water just there! Last one in is an idiot!"

I stepped through the waterfall, gasping as the cool water hit my heated body, then dived into the pool, hearing the plunge as Rowan dived in right behind me. The water was indeed fresh, and as near as I could tell just a few degrees cooler than body temperature, making it deliciously refreshing, like a tropical sea, rather than a swimming pool. I'd been to Greece one especially hot summer with Jane and her family, to Mikonos, and the waters of the Aegean had felt just like this.

Rowan surfaced right in front of me, tossing his head to flick his hair back out of his eyes, and as he trod water, a stray shaft of sunlight caught him, making his tanned skin glow, catching his hazel eyes and making them shine like agates, and the droplets of water beading his shoulders sparkle like diamonds; he looked like a water god of the ancients, perfectly formed, young, virile, and just beautiful.

"What, what are you staring at?" he smiled, so I leaped on him and pushed him under rather than tell him how he'd mesmerised me. In the water, we both weighed the same, plus I had the element of surprise, so I pushed him under easily, then streaked away across the pool, with him chugging along like a steamboat after me; what he lacked in finesse, he made up for in effort and determination, and I was just reaching for the mossy bank to get away when he slid me back in by my ankles and dunked me in revenge.

When I rose to the surface he was nowhere to be seen. I looked around in a sudden panic, and suddenly his big hands cupped my breasts, tweaking my nipples gently even as his lips grazed my neck and shoulder. I felt the thrill of him all through my body, and I knew that if he kept this up I'd have to drag him into the shallows and ravage him mightily, but I held off; the poor boy was probably starving after all that exertion in the cave, no sense in torturing him, I had plenty of time to do that...

Rowan towed me back to the shallow, and watched from the water as I climbed up the mossy bank, loving the cool softness under the surface of the sun-warmed moss as I walked on it. A large flat rock was bathed in a beam of warm sunlight, and I knelt on it, wringing out my hair.

I suddenly realised Rowan was still in the water, watching me as I curled my feet under me comfortably, enjoying the feel of the warm stone and the heat of the sun as I spread my hair out to dry.

"What are you staring at?" I smiled, and he smiled back, his face lighting up as he did so.

"You look like the little mermaid in Copenhagen, Nim, only much more beautiful."

I grinned back at him, absurdly pleased at the comparison.

"Flattery will get you everywhere, you lucky man, but I've gone one better than the little mermaid; my feet don't have to feel like I'm walking on knives for me to have you!"

"Lucky you!" he smiled, and heaved himself out of the water and onto the rock in one powerful surge, his wet body gleaming in the bright sunlight bathing the rock.

"Now feed Tarzan, Tarzan hungry, Jane give food, ook ook!"

The picnic basket was stuffed with tasty goodies for the perfect picnic; delicious little pork pies, smoked sausage, sweet Wiltshire ham, a beautiful crumbly Cheshire cheese, soft rolls and butter, bowls of fruit and a container of double cream. A cold-pack inside held two tangy, fizzy fruit drinks. As we ate, I could feel Rowan's eyes on me, scanning me up and down, until I had to ask him why.

"Are you serious, Nim?" he grinned, "You're naked and wet; you look like the Lorelei, and I know for dead-sure I'd run my ship on the rocks to get to you!"

I had to smile at such a sweet compliment.

"You're just saying that 'cause I'm naked and you just did the big naughty with me!" I giggled, then gasped happily as he slid closer and squeezed my bottom as he kissed my nipple.

"But of course, sweet sister fair, whose very name doth mean "My sweet", O precious maid who doth haunt my dreams and torture my ev'ry woken moment; fain wouldst I do ought to mislead thee, nor tell thee an untruth!" he murmured between stabbing, licking, nipping kisses of my by now erect nipples, flustering me and making me want him in the worst way, so I pinched his nipple, and when he jerked upright, I pushed him back into the pool, punishing him for turning me on so easily.

"Oi, what was that for!!?" he spluttered when he surfaced, so I jumped in and pushed him under again. When I surfaced, he was right behind me, one hand on my bottom, holding me so I was sitting in the water, and his other hand cupping my pussy. He grinned at me, and pulled me closer so he could nibble on my neck, the sensation making me gasp and my nipples go 'twinggg!' all over again.

With a naughty grin, he slid his finger into my bottom and wriggled it around, making goosebumps explode all over my body, while with his other hand he slid a teasing finger into my pussy. Now I was being held in place only by his fingers exploring me as he frigged my holes, drawing me close to orgasm then backing away, again and again, teasing and torturing me, paying me back for dunking him.

At last I couldn't stand it any longer, tearing myself away from him and his magic fingers, to wrap my arms tightly around his neck and push myself onto him, gasping in pleasure as he filled me with his thick cock once again.

It was a like a chapter out of an erotic novel; the most beautiful boy in the world relentlessly pumping himself into me as we floated in a lake in our own private forest. I could tell he was feeling the romance of it as well as the sexually charged atmosphere; we both knew that, given the choice, this was how we'd spend the rest of our lives, in a warm haze of water, sun and dappled shade, lost in our very own perfect moment.

As I realised that, the climax he'd been building inside me with his gentle, considerate fucking of me finally broke inside me, but different this time; now it was like a warm, delicious breeze blowing through me, caressing me and filling me with warm golden light, rather than a hurricane thunderclap.

My arms tightened in a death-grip around my gorgeous big brother's taut, muscular neck even as my pussy clamped tight around him. Rowan gave a muted groan of release, echoing my own deep groan, as he came inside me once again, his sinewy cock pulsing and twitching as he fired burst after burst of sperm deep inside me. His cock convulsed and throbbed with a life of its own as he emptied himself into me yet again, joining himself to me one more time.

Rowan carried me out of the pool like I was a feather, cradling me against him as he waded to shore and up the sloping, soft and mossy bank that served as a beach. Once more we reclined on our warm flat stone, my hair spread out to dry in the sun, and we finished our picnic with me sitting on his lap while he fed me morsels and I gave him kisses in return.

When we were done eating, and had repacked the picnic basket with the debris of our meal, Rowan stretched out lazily in the warm sunlight, his muscles flexing and writhing as he stretched and yawned happily. I smiled at him so uninhibited, and so perfect, my ideal man. He glanced at me and held his arms out, and when I moved closer, he wrapped his arms around me and rolled so I was now lying on top of him..

"Hello, pretty girl!" he murmured in my ear, gently poking his tongue in my ear and making me giggle.

"Hello big horny man!" I responded, wriggling on top of him, and oh yes, feeling things stirring down below.

"I could stay like this with you forever, Nim," he murmured, slipping his hands down my back to cup and squeeze my bottom. "I wish this is where we lived, right here, far away from uni, from Surrey, from jobs and careers, and everything the world says we should be doing. This is what life should be like. Omar Khayyam was right, you know:

'a loaf of bread,

a jug of wine,

and thou beside me,

singing in the wilderness'

"That's all I'll ever need from you, Nim; you and I, we're all we'll ever need. All we need to do is find us a place like this for our own, somewhere we can truly be just us."

I'd never realised Rowan had even heard of Omar Khayyam, let alone be able to quote from his 'Rubaiyat', and my eyes welled-up at how apt and romantic his quotation was; a man doesn't say that kind of thing to a girl for no reason. It's what a man says to the woman he loves, and I loved him even more for that. With that came the understanding of what we were saying and doing, and the full realisation of why it could never be, and that's when the impending loss hit me, and the tears started.

Part 11: Rowan

Naomi was crying, my precious girl was hurting, and all I could do was hold her until the storm had passed and she could tell me what had happened, what had brought this on, although I sort of had an inkling. So I held her against me and rocked her the way I had when she was a little girl, and crooned in her ear, and stroked her beautiful hair.

While I rocked her, I reflected that even with her face creased-up in tears, and her eyes red and puffy, and her nose in need of a good blow, she was still just about the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. I still couldn't believe that someone as downright fucking gorgeous as my sister could ever want me, when there was a whole world of eligible men out there ready to fall at her feet.

I dug a couple of paper napkins out of the picnic basket and dabbed her eyes dry, and let her blow her nose, and when she was a little more composed, I kissed her lightly and pinched her bottom, making her grin.

"Do you want to tell me about it, Nim-Nim?" I prompted, and she nodded, then suddenly kissed me, hard, her hands clamped around my head as she probed my mouth with her tongue, her kiss feeling almost desperate in its intensity.

"Wow, what was that for, Nim?" I asked when I got my breath back.

Nimmy moved to kneel astride me, her hands on my shoulders, so she could look into my eyes. I could still see she was troubled; that glint of fun and wickedness in her eyes was gone, and her expression was sombre.

"I'm saving up all the memories I can of how it feels to kiss you, baby, because I know that's all I'll ever have of you. This is all just a fantasy, isn't it Ro? Forty-eight hours from now we'll be back home and it will be like this all never happened, and where does that leave us?"

I cast around for a way to tell her that it didn't have to end, that we'd find a way, but she looked away.

"See, even you know I'm right. We did all this, we made all those promises, and we can't keep any of them, and we can never be anything, can we Ro? How in God's name can I ever go back to being just 'little sister Naomi' after what we had here? I'd rather die than give you up, but I can't have you Ro, I can never have you, so all I can do is collect kisses and save them up so I have something of you when this dream is over and I have to give you up, because everyone says it's wrong, because the whole fucking world says it's wrong!"

She was crying even harder than before, her body shaking with the force of her sobs, so I held her close and rubbed her back, keeping her in close contact with me until her fit of the blues had passed. I guess my soothing helped, because after a while I realised she'd cried herself to sleep. I couldn't stay in the position we were in. I could already feel my legs going to sleep, so I slowly reclined, and eased her on top of me, rather than let her sleep on that mossy rock.

While we lay like that I pondered what she'd said; there was a lot of truth in what she'd said, I couldn't deny it, but I knew we'd somehow find a way; there was no way on this God's earth I was giving her up, not now, not after what we'd been to each other. By hook or by crook, we were going to have a life together: that was my silent promise to my Nimmie, and to myself.

Nimmie stirring popped me awake from the pleasant doze I'd slipped into, my hands full of her delicious bottom cheeks, and her clean, subtle, girl-scent filling my nostrils.

"Hello, Rowleee...' she drawled languorously, and even though I couldn't see her face, I could hear the smile in her voice, so I patted her bottom as I kissed the top of her head.

"You're the world's best pillow, did you know that, Roly-poly?" she yawned, while wriggling slowly and sensuously on top of me, stretching luxuriously even as she did so.

I didn't reply, being far too busy with running my hands over the wealth of plush, satiny warmth her buttocks offered me, content instead to squeeze and knead those firm, juicy little treats as they flexed and quivered in my hands.

"Ro...?" she murmured, and I smiled at the wheedling tone in her voice.

"Yes, Angel-May, how can I help you?" I murmured back, still preoccupied with squeezing and enjoying her springy little bottom.

"Are we done here now? What I mean is..." but I cut her short.

"What you mean, little Nimmie, is that someone's been dreaming of Hawaiian Barbecue, yes?" I grinned, and she popped her head up to grin impishly at me.

"Oh yes, please, I'm starving! Some roast pork and pineapple right now sounds wonderful, please, can we go and get some?"

I was feeling pretty good right then, with a blonde hottie lying on me with her delectable bum firmly clenched in my hands, but I could also see the pleading in her eyes, so I let go, reluctantly, and led her back to the grotto behind the waterfall so we could retrieve our clothes, get dressed, and tidy-up a little.

Nimmie looked enticing as hell in her little tennis-girl get-up, and I was tempted to grab her, strip her, sling her on the bed, and fuck hell out of her all over again, but she was hearing a different call right then, so I reluctantly grabbed our picnic basket and took her hand as she led me back to the entrance to that amazing place.

When we stepped out of the elevator, a girl appeared from nowhere, relieved me of the picnic basket, and told us lunch would be served in the pool in a few minutes, and to follow Nimmie's bracelet.

When we walked through the double doors to the pool area, I was dumbfounded once again; was there no end to the wonders this place had to offer? The pool was absolutely huge, easily the same size as some of the water parks I'd been to when I was younger. It was laid out like a tropical beach, curved and sandy, with the walls of the huge space cleverly obscured with thick vegetation and small palm trees, while Frangipani bushes and sprays of Hibiscus, Bougainvillea, and other bright, tropical flowers added their scent to the air, and a wave machine kept a light surf lapping the shoreline.

The pool was an infinity pool, the far end lost in a blue haze, and the 'beach' was laid out with rows of loungers, with a row of cabanas with palm-frond roofs and woven matting walls lined up along one wall; even over the sound of the surf and the couples chattering and laughing on the loungers we could hear the moans and entreaties from the huts as female voices begged someone to ' do it harder, harder, yess, oh God, yes, like that yes, yes...'

Nimmie caught my eye, and I saw the devilish glint in her eyes; something told me I was going to allow her to decoy me into one of those huts before too much time had passed...

But now here came lunch; a massive wheeled barbecue, with a whole pig roasted brown and glistening, followed by other smaller barbecues pushed by girls in bikini tops and hip-hugging sarongs, grilling bread, fruits, whole ears of corn, and what looked like real breadfruit, filling the air with delicious smells.

Nimmie led me over to an unoccupied lounger, and a girl brought us a tray piled with slabs of crispy barbecued pork, bowls of salad and condiments, and steaming hot slices of roasted pineapple, grilled breadfruit and other exotic roasted vegetables, steaming, buttery corn on the cob, and hot, seared, crispy bread.

Nimmie's eyes lit up as she eyed all the delicacies, followed by an expression of pure happiness on her face as she dug into it with a will.

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I watched her as she took the edge off her appetite, finally clearing her plate and picking off mine, playing as she held the best pieces of meat or fruit between her lips and taunted me, because the only way I was going to get them was to kiss her at the same time. Of course I played along; I'm neither blind, gay, nor dead, and any chance of a kiss from a beautiful girl like her was more than welcome, believe me.

Finally, I'd cleared my plate and lay back with a sigh, more satisfied than I'd ever been. Nimmie cuddled herself up against me, and dabbed my face and chin where I'd missed spots of sauce.

"Glad you came, Roly-poly?" she murmured, stroking my chest, and yes, I was, and I told her so. Nim smiled happily and poked me in the chin.

"Don't get too comfortable...stud; there's something I want to do, and you better be on the same page, because you're going to do it, got me?"

Assertive Nimmie was a new one on me, so I had no choice but to pinch her lovely little bottom and watch her jump and do that sexy grin-thing where she catches the corner of her lip between her teeth; every time I'd ever seen her do that in the past, I'd have to go away and have some serious me-time to get over it...

Nim leaned up and nibbled my earlobe, and whispered, "Ten minutes, Ro, then you're taking me over to one of those nice little huts over there, or I'm dragging you, shouting 'Fuck me, you bastard, I need it now!' at the top of my voice. Have you got that?"

As I had every intention of doing just that, I grinned at her threat and pinched her bottom again, making her squeal and huddle even closer to me, no bad thing in anybody's book!

"Naomi Redmond, you are a nasty, rude, foul-mouthed little girl. No wonder no-one will play with you! Mother was right; an hour standing in the corner with a bar of soap in your mouth is what you need!" I told her with a straight face, while keeping one hand firmly clasped around her as she undulated against me, warming me up for what was to come.

"You like me when I'm good, but you fuck me so nicely when I'm bad!" she husked in my ear. "I like being bad with you, Roly, you have such a nice big cock; shall I rip my panties off so you can shove that thick stiffie of yours up my bum right now and give me a good spunking?"

I almost fell off the lounger in aroused shock that my sweet, demure, gentle little sister could mouth such filth in my ear; as it was, I had to turn to face her to hide the fearsome erection her words had caused to magically sprout. Nimmie grinned wickedly and ground against me, purring like a cat.

"Oh dear, I think you need some special attention, young Master Redmond; maybe you should let Nurse Nimmie rub the nasty swelling and make it go away...eventually..." she breathed, introducing me to a whole new level of aching hardness as her mons pressed and undulated so tantalisingly against me. I was in an agony over what to do next, so Nimmie solved it for me.

"OK Ro, now you're in the right frame of mind, you and me, one of those huts, let's go!"

Everyone else seemed to feel that now lunch was done, orgy-time had arrived, and as we threaded our way through the rows of loungers, it was obvious to me that more than a few of the couples here had no intention whatsoever of keeping it strictly 'brother-sister'.

Some of the people we saw enthusiastically humping like mink were very obviously not the couples we'd seen earlier, and I wasn't sure how I felt about that, except for one solid, inescapable fact; anyone who made a pass at Nimmie was walking home on two broken legs with his teeth in his pocket. She was mine, and no-one else got to sample her, no fucking way!

As luck would have it, every single one of those huts had occupants; the sounds of rampant nookie emanated from each of them as we checked them out, but that didn't deter Nim, and before I knew it, I was leaning back against a matting wall while she unbuttoned my shorts. I thought about protesting, if only for form's sake; after all, it should be me stripping her, the way I was feeling right then, but she got in there first, so I left her to it.

Once upon a time I might have been apprehensive and embarrassed about doing something like this in public, from what I could see fifteen feet away, not a single soul on that beach would have cared one whit, not if what they were all doing was anything to go by...

Part 12: Naomi

The look on poor Roly's face when I shoved him against a wall and unbuttoned his shorts was priceless, but that wasn't the prize; inside his shorts there was a solid, pulsing meat-stick that belonged to me, and I wanted it inside me somehow, any old how. I'd banked on at least one of the huts being vacant, but they weren't, so I did what I had to, and Roly may have been shocked, but he didn't fight me off, and when I sucked the end of his rigid cock, he groaned happily, in plain sight or not.

Somewhere in the back of my mind the realisation surfaced for a moment that I was on my knees, in public, with my brother's impressive cock jammed in my mouth, but to be honest, I didn't give a shit, and neither did anyone else, apparently; everything going on around us just made what I did with Roly that much more exciting, and naughty, and acceptable, and I wasn't going to stop; he tasted far too nice!

As I sucked, I squeezed him gently, coaxing him along; I wanted to take the edge off him, because right after, what I really needed was a prolonged, sweaty session in one of those huts.

One of my favourite romantic fantasies had always been to drag Roly off to a tropical paradise with me, somewhere remote, secluded and private, surrounded by breakers and rustling palm trees, and fuck his brains out on a deserted beach on a golden day under a cloudless azure sky, or a huge tropical moon and a billion stars; OK, so we weren't in Tahiti or Bora-Bora, but most of my fantasy was here, it was mine for the taking, so I took it, and took Roly with me.

Roly was as turned-on as I was; his cock was literally bone-hard, and I could barely get him in my mouth, he was so swollen with excitement, but I managed it somehow, and when I began squeezing him as I sucked, I felt him trembling.

I was just about to deliver the coup-de-grace and make him empty-out when the door of the hut opened and out stepped possibly the two most flawlessly beautiful young people I'd ever seen; he was tall, with jet-black curly hair, smooth, tanned and muscular, and just gorgeous, and I mean catwalk-model gorgeous. The girl was as dark as he was, her hair almost blue-black, but her skin was marble-white, with lips a deep, natural rose-red;

I know it's a cliché, but she really did look like an alabaster statue, and she was heart-stoppingly beautiful. They were so obviously brother and sister. They had the same stunning blue eyes, the same classic bone-structure and profile, and the thought flashed through my mind that if any man in the world was justified in wanting his sister, it was him; with a sister who looked like that, no rules could possibly apply.

For a second I felt small, and plain, and pointless just looking at two such beautiful people, no matter what my sweet Roly thought of me, and then they both saw me, and as our eyes met, something passed between us, something that thrilled through me like a small shiver of anticipation, and suddenly I knew; they understood, because they were the same as us. Their eyes and their smiles spoke volumes to me; they spoke of comradeship, of need fulfilled and dreams attained, of love, and loyalty, and a lifetime commitment, and suddenly I knew them as well as I knew Roly. They knew what I was feeling, because they had the exact same thing Roly and I had; don't ask me how I knew, I just did.

Roly was my world, he was the one and only thing I needed, but that other young couple, they were part of us too, they had become part of what we were, and we'd always have them too. Now I belonged, now I didn't need to feel like the world was always going to be against us. There was someone else who knew and understood exactly what we were, and why, and they would never judge us, because they were just like us.

As they turned to leave, the girl's eyes once more locked with mine, and as they did, her smile and nod were all I needed to know we were allies, and more, that she and her brother would be there for us any time we needed them; we were family now.

Roly opened his eyes and looked down at me, perhaps to wonder why I'd stopped, and some of what had just passed must have shown on my face, because he hurriedly tucked himself away as he urged me to stand so he could look into my eyes.

"Nim...Nimmie...what happened? You look like you saw a ghost...talk to me, Nim!"

My head was still too full of what had just happened to me, my moment of profound insight had pretty much scattered my thoughts to the wind, and Roly half-walked, half-carried me into the empty cabana and sat me down on his lap on the bed in there.

"OK, what happened?" he murmured, smoothing my hair away from my face so he could look into my eyes.

I tried to explain what I'd felt, what had just changed for me, for us, but it was so hard for me to put into words; I knew what I wanted to say, but I didn't know how to say it without sounding like an hysterical nut-case, and the more I tried, the less sense I made, and then the tears started.

Poor Roly was shocked at my sudden need to cry; he couldn't work out what had happened to make me so blue, not at first, but I think he began to understand after I'd let the tears clear my head a little.

"Roly, I know this sounds crazy, I know you'll think I've lost it, but just now, outside, I learned something, something that affects both of us."

He nodded for me to go on, so I plunged on.

"I...met someone, someone who knows what we want, because she wants it too, and she has exactly what I have. I know, it sounds crazy, but she let me know we're not alone, that we have each other, and we have her and her brother too. I don't expect you to believe any of this, but I will ask you to take it on trust; there's someone else out there just like us, and they're on our side, and we'll be able to count on them, and that makes me very happy indeed. Can you understand what I mean, Roly-poly?"

He smiled that slow, happy smile of his, the one that always told me we were alright, and hoisted me higher on his lap so he could hug me closer.

"I believe you, Nim. I'll always believe in you; if you've connected with anyone here and that makes you sure and secure in your mind, then I'm happy for you, for us. All I need is you, Nimmie, but if you say we have backup when we need them, then I believe you on that as well. I love you, Nimmie, and I need you to be happy. I'm glad you're finally sure."

He slid me off his lap and tugged my skirt into something approaching decent while grazing lightly on my neck and shoulder.

"And now, let's get out of here; I don't want to bang in some beach-hut like a sex-starved teenager. I want to make love to you in our bed. Are you OK with that?"

As if he needed to ask...

Back in our room, Roly wasted no time pulling me onto the bed to lie, still fully-clothed, next to him, while he slipped his hand around my waist and held me close to him so he could kiss me properly. It felt so nice, so warm and loving, to just lie together, no frenzied ripping off of clothes, no frantic coupling, no sweaty, gasping gymnastics, just warm, loving, tender kissing.

It was a revelation to me; I'd always known how gentle Roly was, how careful he'd always been not to hurt me or hurt my feelings, but to feel it in his kiss as a real sensation was an eye-opener for me. He truly wasn't like other guys...

I woke up slowly, feeling relaxed and rested, and warm and comfortable, still fully dressed, with Roly's arm around my waist and my bottom pressed into his sleeping lap, so we were spooned together. As I stirred, his breathing changed, and he muttered "...don't worry Nim...got you... love you, Puss-Cake..." before falling silent again, and I smiled at him so fast asleep, but still thinking of me.

I wanted to get undressed and slide into that big, soft bed, with a lovely warm Roly right next to me, but it felt so good just lying there, feeling his sleep-heat soak into me while his soft breath warmed my neck, feeling no cares at all. I thought about him, and about me, and where we'd go, what we'd do with the life we'd chosen, and eventually my thoughts drifted into dreams as I fell asleep again, warmed and enfolded in the arms of my gentle, loving big brother.

A soft kiss on the back of my neck woke me from a long, complicated dream about Roly and me, and mum, and something about a little girl with soft golden hair and eyes just like Roly's, but it was a nice dream, and Roly was happy in it; now I'd never know how it ended, so I turned around and kissed him, and pinched his nipple at the same time.

"Hey, what was that for?" he spluttered, slipping his hand around my waist and pinching my bottom in return. We were both even now, so I took the opportunity to hold him a little more gently, feeling him stirring and firming-up as he kissed and nibbled my lips. We were wearing far too many clothes, so when I tugged the hem of his tennis shirt up, he responded in kind, tugging my tank-top up and off.

Everything else came off in short order, and once again I had him at my mercy, long and lean and muscular and just delicious, mine to do with as I pleased.

When I started kissing his neck, then his upper chest, he sighed happily and rolled onto his back, so I was able to attack him more easily. The hairs on his chest and abdomen all formed into a silky treasure-trail down along his solid stomach and lower, the hairs soft and gossamer-light against my lips, until eventually I was slowly running my tongue through the springy, wiry hairs surrounding the base of his straining cock, savouring the sensation of the stiff curls parting around my tongue and brushing my lips.

I could hear his breathing, soft and shallow, and I knew what he was waiting for, and the soft gasp as I slipped him into my mouth was all I could have hoped for. As I sucked him, I slowly fisted him, squeezing him rhythmically as I bobbed my head, tasting him and pleasing him with the motion of my head. His hand slid between my thighs, to gently rub and pet my pussy, and pleasure glowed through me as I felt myself swelling and beginning to pulse in time to his gentle hand movements.

Suddenly, he held my thigh, and in one surge, slid me on top of him, placing his hands on my hips as he pulled me against his mouth. My nerve endings all stood-up and shrieked at the feel of his velvety tongue-tip probing and lapping at me. I could barely concentrate on the cock in my mouth with all the fireworks going off in my head.

Part 13: Rowan

Having Naomi sucking my cock so lovingly was a truly next-level experience; I could hardly see straight with the pleasure she was giving me, but my wandering hands found a way to give her something back. When she slid astride my chest, and I was able to properly relish the scenic view spread before me, all I knew was that I wanted to taste her, to feel her softness against my tongue, and once more inhale her heady scent.

From the squeals and mews of pleasure she gave as she bucked against me I knew she was enjoying what I was doing to her; Nimmie tasted as good as she looked, her soft and tender girl-flesh was a poem of juicy tenderness against my lips and tongue, and her rich, musky scent was sending strong, insistent messages to my brain; the taste and scent of her was working itself deeply into me, working me up, firing-up parts of me I didn't know about, igniting deep fires that only she could quench.

Of course now, with hindsight, I know what it was; her pheromones were stimulating my limbic system, switching-on emotions and desires deep inside me, way down past the veneer of civilisation, into that primitive place we all have inside us, the last remnant of dawn-man, and that part of me knew for certain, at last, that she was mine now, only mine.

I think Nim sensed the change in me. Perhaps she was feeling something similar, but she suckled and licked me like she was addicted to me, even as I gorged myself on her, each of us taking the other to that final fulfilment.

Nimmie squealed as she came, her thighs drumming against the sides of my head with tendons drawn tight as piano wire, her sweet, tangy juices filling my mouth and spilling over my chin as her taut little pussy trembled and convulsed against my mouth. It was too much for me; too much was happening inside my head.

Nimmie was the centre of my world now, and we were so closely in sync that her orgasm triggered my own climax, mind-jarring in its intensity, although I was mostly dry heaving; she'd pretty much emptied me out over the last twenty-four hours. Still she sucked and caressed me with her tongue, taking me higher even as her orgasm convulsed her again, making her cry out in pleasure.

Nim slumped down on top of me, her red, swollen pussy and taut little anus trembling and winking at me as the aftershocks of her epic climax raced and surged through her, while I lay back, my heart thundering in my chest and my body twitching as the massive adrenalin surge slowly dissipated.

We lay in silence for a few more minutes, letting the room swim back into focus, and as my heart slowed, I was better able to appreciate the delightful view so close at hand. Nimmie's skin is flawless, pale and translucent, like polished marble, and the curve of her shapely little bottom perfectly complemented the slender roundness of her thighs and the delicate, flower-petal neatness of her small pussy.

Even if I wasn't in love with her, I would have been lost in admiration at how delicately feminine her body was, how exquisite a picture she formed with her legs spread for me so I could feast my eyes on her sexy little pussy. She made such an adorable, desirable picture I couldn't resist planting a kiss on her labia and gently wriggling my tongue-tip in the shadowed little pucker so open to my gaze.

Nimmie giggled as she fondled me and lightly kissed my flaccid cock in return.

"Was there something you wanted, Roly-poly?" she giggled, so I squeezed her bottom and gave her a couple of playful little smacks, just to watch the firm flesh quiver.

"Nope, just admiring the view!" I grinned, making her giggle again. "Come on up here next to me, I want to look at more of you."

Nim rolled off me and squirmed around so she was lying next to me, her head resting in the crook of my arm. Her warm little hand stroked my chest and stomach as we kissed like two lovers, not frantically, not on the edge of arousal, just two people in love showing each other their love.

"Hold me close, Roly, I'm so tired," she yawned. "We have to be at this dinner tonight, and I don't know about you, but I'm bushed." She yawned again, pulling down a corner of the bedclothes. I helped her, and slid into bed next to her, gathered her to me and with her warmth soaking into me, almost instantly dropped into a deep, dreamless sleep.

The soft, insistent chiming of the call to dinner eventually penetrated my consciousness, dragging me awake and to the awareness of Nimmie lying so deliciously naked against me, warm and soft, her leg thrown over mine and her arm lying across my stomach. She looked so sweet, so innocent and sexy I couldn't resist kissing those lips so near mine. As I did, her long lashes fluttered and her eyes opened.

"Yay, it wasn't a dream!" she murmured, her voice still scratchy with sleep. "Hellooo Roleee, mmm, I was right, you do feel nice!" she drawled, still more asleep than awake, as she burrowed down against me. It was my pleasure to gather her into me and hold her tight as she slowly stretched and yawned so prettily I had no choice but to kiss her again.

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"Mmm, I like waking up next to you, I must do this more often!" she smiled, wriggling sensuously while her hand gently rubbed me in the small of my back.

I could have lain there like that all night and through the next day, but Nimmie had other plans.

"C'mon you, we need showers, you need a shave, get a move on Ro, you're taking me to dinner, so get weaving!"

I reluctantly let go of her, but not without having a reflex grope of her sexy bottom first, making her giggle and wriggle sexily.

"Oi, less of that, you, we don't have time! Later, I promise. Right now, though, get in there and get showered. You need a shave, and bed-hair is not a good look for you..."

So saying, Nim disappeared into the dressing-room, presumably to get her dress sorted out for this dinner. I had my dinner jacket (actually, it was my a shit of a father's DJ, but we were the same size, and he'd left it behind, so Nim had decided it was mine now) and a white shirt, so my dressing arrangements were sorted.

Nim joined me in the shower, probably to save time, but she made it clear that hanky-panky was not going to happen, we were under the gun, so a quick shower, a thorough shave, and I was good to go.

Nim disappeared into the dressing room while I got into my dinner jacket; she'd bought me a pleated-front formal evening shirt with wing-collars, and a set of studs, and I had to admit, I didn't look too bad. The black tie defeated me, though; I'd never actually worn one, and no matter what I did with it, it just looked like something limp had tangled itself around my neck and died there.

"Having trouble?" asked Nim as I tried once again, and when I turned to her, I was flabbergasted, literally lost for words; gone was my cute, adorable, playful sister, and gone also was the sexy little water-nymph who'd played and sported with me so nakedly in that forest pool; in their place was the most gorgeous woman I'd ever seen.

She was dressed in a figure-hugging, scarlet dress of some stretchy, sparkly material, strapless and backless, almost indecently short, the hem only just covering the curve of her bottom, with long sleeves that left her smooth shoulders bare. Her shoes were the same shade of red as her dress, with slim, elegant, five-inch stiletto heels, and the lace tops of her nude stockings were just visible under the hem of that sexy, sexy dress. Lip-gloss the exact same eye-searing scarlet as her dress finished the ensemble.

Her hair was brushed and curled, shining and golden about her shoulders, with a peek-a-boo curl in front to accent her lovely face and beautiful green eyes. A black velvet choker, with a brooch set with a single green stone accented her long, white neck and complimented her eyes.

I was stunned speechless at the perfection of the picture she presented; her physical beauty hit me like a hammer-blow, as did the realisation that this beautiful girl was mine.

Nim posed artfully for me, winking sexily and giving me a quick twirl and shimmy so I could admire her smooth back and the curve and ripple of her flanks under that clingy dress as her hips switched.

I tried to say something, to tell her what a goddess she was, but I was truly struck dumb; I'd always thought my sister was a hottie, but this was the first time I'd ever truly seen her as the beautiful woman she really was, and I was speechless, trying to say so many things at the same time that nothing came out except a series of 'uh-uh-uh...' noises.

"Like it, baby? It's all for you, Roly-poly!" she asked, and smiled happily when I nodded dazedly, like a dumb-struck idiot, still too shaken for words.

Nimmie grinned and took the mangled black tie from me, turned me around so I was facing the dressing mirror, and deftly re-tied it for me from behind, adjusted the knot, and patted me on the shoulder. She looked pensive, almost sad for a moment, and when I looked enquiringly at her she smiled sadly.

"Dad used to make me tie this for him; he could never remember how it went, and mum's left-handed, so she always did it wonky; it's been a long time since I tied a black tie, Roly, but it suits you; now you're dressed to kill! Just remember one thing, Agent 007; you're with me tonight, so no swanning off with some exotic beauty, you got that?"

As if I could ever look at another girl when I already had perfection by my side! I eventually managed to haul my jaw back up off the floor and click it back into place, and a sharp, pleasant, almost ecstatic thrill shuddered through me as she slid her arm through mine and patted my hand.

"C'mon Roly, take me to dinner," she smiled, her smile broadening when I tried to say something coherent, and she pulled my head down to gently rub noses with me.

"Calm down, sweetie, it's still me, you know!" she grinned, and straightened my lapels. "OK Roly, you ready?"

I swallowed a couple of times, then nodded, grinning back at her when she smiled at me, and so, my balance restored, I escorted the most beautiful girl I'd ever known down a long and sumptuous hallway, to another set of dark polished doors.

As we approached, the doors swung open, just like before, only now the room was, if anything, even more lavishly appointed than anything we'd seen so far; the long table in the centre of the room was set for a magnificent dinner, crystal goblets and mirror-polished silverware throwing sparkles, glints and glitters everywhere I looked, while huge silver vases, urns, and pedestals held gorgeous sprays of flowers all along the length of that magnificent banqueting table.

Nimmie gasped at the sheer opulence of it, her eyes shining at the knowledge that she was attending a banquet in such a lavish setting, that the two of us, ordinary people from an ordinary family, with ordinary lives, could be here to share, if only for a short time, in this world of privilege and entitlement.

Everyone else seemed to be already there, but the last couple to come in was the spectacular raven-haired couple I'd seen that first day. Nim stiffened, and I thought something had happened, perhaps she'd changed her mind, but then I saw that she and the dark-haired girl were stock-still, their eyes locked together, and both had little half-smiles on their faces.

I suddenly realised that there was some kind of communication going on. Her strange conversation with me in the cabana earlier that day came back to me, and then I understood; this was the girl she'd shared her epiphany with, the couple she'd connected with so profoundly, the couple she believed were just like us.

Dinner, and the entertainment that followed, are just a blur in my memory; I remember how lavish, how wonderfully presented the banquet was, but it's only brief flashes; my full attention was taken up by Nimmie. All through that evening I watched her, absorbed in the interplay of her sparkling eyes, her beautiful, kissable, rosebud lips, her smile, her every expression as she talked, laughed, giggled at a silly pun, or gasped in amused shock at a risqué comment or spicy joke.

I barely tasted that marvellous meal. How could I when the most desirable woman in my universe, my perfect goddess in a pantheon of one, was sitting close enough to me to smell her hair, taste her perfume in the air between us, and thrill to the feel of her smooth, perfect thigh every time it brushed against mine?

My next clear memory is dancing with her, feeling her curve and undulate so perfectly against me as she held me close, and of the lights glittering deep inside her emerald eyes and glinting in the glossy golden hair tumbled so artfully about her white, perfect shoulders.

Everything before that is a blizzard of half-remembered images: a club of some sort, flashing and flaring lights, thumping dance music, girls dancing on a podium, but I didn't really register any of it; my head was too full of my golden goddess in a red dress. When she gently kissed me, and led me from that dance-floor and back to our room, the last vestiges of our old life fell away, and the start of the second half of my life was begun.

Now, and at last, I was no longer Naomi Redman's older brother; now I was finally, fully and irrevocably her husband, she was my wife, my source of joy and my sole reason for living, and we were never going to be parted.

Part 14: Naomi

That final evening at that incredible house, resort, call it what you will, is burned into me forever; as we danced, after the best, most spectacularly lavish meal I'd ever had, funny things were happening inside my head; any feeling I had for Rowan my brother was draining away as Rowan, my husband, flowed in to take his place.

I could feel him changing too; something was happening to him, I could feel it pulsing through him, in the way his arms tightened around me and his hands caressed me. Roly had changed, something had changed him, I could see it plainly in his eyes and in his smile when I gazed up at him.

That was when I knew we had to leave; I needed my husband right then, and I knew he needed me, and so we walked in silence back to our room. My head was too full of what had just happened to fill the silence with empty chatter, and I could tell Roly was the same, his fingers knotted in mine like he never intended to let go.

Walking back to our room, along those plush, hushed corridors, holding hands so tenderly with Rowan, is one of the most vivid memories I keep to this day; something inside me knew for sure we were walking to our new lives, and I was bubbling inside with anticipation, ready for mine to begin.

Mixed in there was a little fear, too; that old cliché about the first day of the rest of your life kept repeating itself in my head, because it was; the second we left that room, the world had changed, it had become a scarier place because of what we had become, but I knew, all the way through and deep down into the bedrock of me, that this was right, it was ours, and we would make it through.

As the door clicked open, Rowan whirled me around and into his arms; I thought he was going to kiss me, but his expression was serious.

"Nim, once we go in there, there really is no going back, you do understand that, yes? Everything we did before, all of it, no matter what we said when we were doing it, we can still walk away from it, let it go, and work on going back to being ourselves. But things have changed. I think you can feel that just as strongly as I can. Once we go in there, like this, it really is the end of everything that we've ever had before. Knowing that, are you really, really sure about this?"

The look of concern and care on his face was so sweet and loving I just wanted to kiss him, hard, and never stop, but I made myself look him square in the eye so he could see that what I was about to say was the truth.

"Never more sure of anything, Rowan. I brought you here for just that reason: to make you my Roly-poly forever. All I want is for us to change our world, for you and me to be in our own world, just you and me. I always wanted this, I made sure it happened just this way, and I have no intention of backtracking, walking away, letting this go, nothing. You and me, Rowan, it's always going to be just you and me. Is that clear enough for you, have you got it now?"

Roly's eyes never left mine for a second, his gaze searched my face, probably looking for any sign of hesitation, any lingering doubts, but there were none; I wanted this, more than anything in the world, and suddenly that sweet, boyish grin of his broke through, and his hands were holding my bottom, squeezing and kneading my cheeks as he held me against him.

"Then, Miss Naomi Louise Redman, will you marry me?" he smiled, and when I smiled back, he swept me up and kissed me in a perfect storm of kisses, while I laughed and choked as I tried to get a word in edgeways.

"Roly, stop it, no, stop, let me say something, stop it, no, ROLY!!"

He suddenly let me go and plopped me back down on my feet, grinning as I wobbled for a second.

"That's better, phew, let me get my breath back! Now, where was I? Oh yes...of course I'll marry you, you big silly arse, what did you think I'd say? Only you, Roly, remember?"

Roly grinned like a pumpkin and yanked me close again.

"Good, now we've got that out the way, let's go. I feel like some naked lust and debauchery. You in?"

Silly question, of course I was, so I let him lead me into the room, and waited for the door to click shut behind us. As it did, he grabbed me and kissed me properly, a long, breathless, intense kiss that made my nipples stand up and swell, something he felt as he ran his hands over my breasts and around my waist, to once more grab my bum and squeeze it. I could feel his cock pressing against my mons, and it was making me feel very sexy indeed; I couldn't help grinding against him as we kissed, enjoying the way he groaned into my mouth at the delicious friction.

"Off...take it off..." he gasped, helping me as I frantically slid the sleeves down and wriggled out of that clingy little dress. Rowan's eyes lit up when he saw that all I was wearing were my hold-up stockings; I couldn't wear panties, or even a thong, under a dress like that, so I didn't wear any, and I got to watch his eyes as they literally glowed while he stared me up and down.

Of course I posed for him; he'd seen me in just about every position possible, there was no need for false modesty now, so I posed and teased him, arching my back to push out my rock-hard, throbbing nipples, and slapping my bottom to make the cheeks jiggle and bounce the way he liked before pulling them open so he could see my secret places again.

Rowan growled softly, and next thing I knew, his hands were all over me again, cupping and squeezing my breasts and lightly pinching my nipples even as he ground his bulging cock into the cleft of my bottom. I whined and pushed back against him, gasping as his teeth gently scraped my neck, giving me goosebumps and making my nipples throb even more.

I heard the muffled sound of him undoing his clothes, and suddenly I was pushed up against the door, my bottom thrust out, and my pussy filled to the brim with his surging, steel-hard cock as he slammed into me, knocking the breath from my lungs with the strength of his thrust into me.

I nearly shrieked at the sensation of being filled so suddenly, so completely, and when his hand slid down my tummy to gently rub and pet my pulsing clitoris in time to his powerful continuing thrusts, then I did scream, as the most powerful orgasm I'd ever experienced ripped and shattered its way through me, shredding my mind with the primal force of it.

Again and again thunderclaps battered through me, until I felt like the electric centre of the storm, white light blazing from my every pore, blinding me with its intensity, and sparking and fizzing from my fingertips, to ground once more deep inside the core of me. My convulsing pussy squeezed and rippled along the length of his fat cock, and he gave a coughing roar as his soft warm hands clamped around my swollen tits.

"Ooohh GOOODDD!" he shouted, his body stock-still, rigid and tense as jet after powerful jet of hot spunk squirted into me, warming and filling me, making me his all over again. He emptied himself into me endlessly, more than he'd ever come before, filling me and squeezing out from my overfilled pussy, to trickle in hot rivulets down my inner thighs.

His warm breath on my neck finally roused me from the dream-like state I'd been in after such a shattering orgasm, that and his arm around my waist as he steadied himself.

"Nim...Nimmie...sweetie... are you OK?" he murmured in my ear, finally bringing me all the way back to reality, and I reached back to hold his head closer to the curve of my neck as he grazed so delicately there.

"I'm fine, Roly, better than fine, I'm engaged!" I grinned, jumping as his hands lightly cupped my breasts, even that gentle contact with my swollen and over-stimulated nipples sending a sharp electric thrill all the way through me to my still twitching and trembling pussy. I could tell he was smiling as he once more slipped his hands down to hold my hips as he kissed the nape of my neck.

"That's right, Puss-Cake, you're mine now, and one day, when I work out how, I'm going to stand next to you and say 'I do', so you better keep that pasted right at the top of your mind, because it's going to happen, I promise."

Rowan had never once broken a promise to me, and I knew him so well that I knew he meant it; my Roly never gave his promises lightly, so now I knew for sure; nothing would get in way to make it happen for me, so I was content.

Our shower together was as restful and soothing as ever, but I was still thrilling from his promise to me, and he picked-up on that, his soft hands and gently questing fingers as he lathered my back and shoulders telling me he was feeling my excitement as surely as I was. My little gasps and giggles when he touched or brushed a particularly sensitive area kept piling the clues up in front of him, telling him what I wanted: I wanted him, again, any way he chose; now it was my turn to make him feel as good as I did right then, and he soon realised that.

When I handed him my towel and grinned at him, he began gently drying me off, the feel of him patting me with that thick, warm, decadently soft towel making my skin tingle wherever he laid his hands. When his hands swiped between my legs, the thick softness of the material rubbing along my labia heightened my need and desire for him, making my breathing deep and tremulous every time he stroked me; I began to get the feeling that was what he'd intended all along, especially as he'd paid the same meticulous attention to my nipples, with roughly the same result!

When he'd done arousing me all over again, he sat behind me on the bed and carefully, gently, brushed and untangled my wet hair, towelling most of the water off before letting me finish with the dryer. The heat from the dryer made my skin glow pinkly, looking almost like a sex-flush, and there was some of that too; my nipples were stiffly erect again, and my labia were warm, and slightly itchy; they were swelling, engorging, because I was horny; I could even catch the scent of my arousal. Luckily, the means of dealing with that was sitting two feet away, watching me intently.

At last, after an eternity of brushing my hair, and letting the hot breath of the hairdryer play over my back and shoulders, he took it from me and switched it off, and fluffed my hair out, before suddenly sliding his hands under my arms and cupping my breasts once more, the friction of his palms on my nipples making them 'pop' out and throb pleasantly. Rowan kissed the side of my neck even as I jumped at the double-sensation of his warm lips and my nipples standing to attention again.

"Like that, do you?" he breathed, his hot breath in my ear making me squirm as all kinds of other tingles and zings shot up and down inside me, once more grounding in my pussy and starting an itch I only knew one way to scratch.

Rowan knew exactly what he was doing to me; he'd learned these last thirty hours just what it took to make me sigh, to make me buck and hump, and to make me scream like a banshee, and right there and then I wanted him to make me do all those things; I wanted him inside me, in any way he wanted, making me feel as good as he'd ever done this entire weekend.

Without any warning, he yanked me down next to him, his hand clasping my bottom as his lips found mine, and we kissed like two souls possessed, deeply, madly, almost painfully. His thick erection prodded and rubbed against me, and I took every opportunity to squirm into the right position to feel that solid meatiness rub and scrape along my labia, teasing and tormenting my bullet-hard clitoris as I rubbed my drooling slit against his hot fullness.

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As I ground and humped against him, my body dissolved in an endless fire-cracker string of small, hot little orgasms, each one hotter, more fulfilling, more intense than the one before. Roly knew what I was doing. His breath was like a furnace on my face and neck as we strained and ground together, no longer holding back the least amount of pleasure, all inhibition lost in our sweaty dance, his cock frantically sawing and grinding against my hot pussy, until:

"Oh God, Nim, oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck, FUCK!"!! he bellowed as he came in a massive muscular convulsion, his body rigid while his iron-hard cock pulsed like a fire-hose, blistering-hot jets of spunk spraying from him, spurt after spurt, spattering against my belly and smearing me in a creamy white froth from nipple to labia.

I came with him; the sight of him worshipping me with his body tipped me over, and my teeth clenched as I whimpered in the throes of orgasm, unable to scream in counterpoint to him as huge, irresistible, fiery waves of pleasure tore through me, tearing my senses away and leaving me dazed and ablaze. My head rang with the force of my orgasm, and when I finally opened my eyes, it was to feel my cheeks wet with tears, and my body shaken, weak, and trembling with reaction and aftershock.

Rowan was slumped on his side, eyes closed and fluttering while his chest rose and fell like a bellows, and his skin shone with sweat, glossy and slick. As I admired him, his eyes flicked open, and his slow, sweet smile broke out like sunshine after rain.

"Hey blondie!" he grinned, stroking my hip and waist. "What a mess we made. Look at you!"

I smiled back, and rolled on top of him before he could stop me, squishing sperm everywhere, lubricating me as I slid and slipped all over him, making sure I actually did get it everywhere.

Rowan laughed and tried to slide me off, but I bit my lip and held on grimly as I wriggled even more, coating him as thoroughly as he'd coated me.

"Puss-Cake, you are a dirty, filthy, perverted little harridan, what are you?" he laughed, giving in to my onslaught and wrapping his big hands around my buttocks and kneading them instead. I grinned at the tone of his voice, that playful, resigned note he always got just before he gave in to me.

"I'm your fiancée, remember?" I replied, flicking his nipple with my tongue-tip, something he hates, and smiled as he shuddered.

"How could I forget, Nim-Nim? You look incredibly filthy, you know that? I like it, we should do this more often, the sight of you drenched in spunk makes me want to do things to you, bad things!"

I couldn't resist a straight line like that, so I batted my lashes and wriggled a little more sensuously against him.

"What's stopping you...stud?" but he refused to take the bait.

"Nimmie, hot as you are, right now I can't even raise a weak grin; you've emptied me out, my balls feel like Mike Tyson's speed-bags, and my dick needs a retread; just thinking about another erection fills me with deep dread, so if you want any more rumpy-pumpy, you're going to have to go solo, I'm out! You cleaned me out, Puss-Cake, you just wrung out the last drops. Just stick a fork in me, I'm done!"

I'd pretty much worked that out already; he was trying hard, but I could see how desperately tired he was, and I wasn't far behind. However, we needed yet another shower; if we fell asleep like that, in the morning they'd have to use towing-chains to unstick us, so I slapped his backside and chivvied him into the shower for a quick soapy splashdown, then, almost too tired for words, I finally climbed under the covers with him, spooned snugly into him, and that's all until the morning chime woke us.

Part 15: Rowan

Waking next to Nimmie was a dream come true; her sleeping face is angelic, sweet and innocent, the pretty child's face I remember so well now overlain with the woman she'd become, the baby roundness gone and her classic bone-structure there for the world to see. Nimmie truly doesn't think she's anything except completely ordinary, but I seriously beg to differ; in my opinion she's pretty damned perfect, and never more so than when she's asleep; that's when her true beauty shows: in the line of her jaw, the height of her cheekbones, the upturned tilt of her perfect little nose, and the sweet arch of her lips, like a child's drawing of Cupid's bow.

I could watch Nimmie sleep for hours, each glance finding something new to enthral, enchant, and bewitch me, and while I watched her, I couldn't help but thrill at the thought that this beautiful, modest girl, who could have any man in his right mind fall at her feet, wanted me the way I wanted her.

As I gazed at her, the soft chimes sounded once again, and Nim stirred, yawning (and she even did that prettily!) before her eyes flickered open, to see me watching her.

"Hellllooo Roleee!" she murmured, her voice still scratchy with sleep, "Hug me, Roly-poly, it's Monday and we have to go home soon, so give me a hug now, before it's too late!"

Her voice was suddenly thick with tears, and I gathered her close to me, waiting for the blues to pass, wondering what we were going to do next, and how, and wondering at how fiercely she held on to me; I did know one thing, though; whatever it took, we were staying together; we were a couple now, we belonged together, and that was how it was going to be.

Going forward, it was always going to be Nimmie and me; as far as I was concerned we had no choice now, we'd made the decision and pledged ourselves, no going back now, nor did we want to - or so I thought...

Eventually, her grip on me loosened, and I drew back a little so I could kiss her smile back, but she turned away from me, her face set and solemn.

"No Roly, please...don't...it's bad enough that this all has to end in a couple of hours; it's hard enough already; don't make it even worse, please..."

The note of finality in her voice, soft as it was, cut me to the heart; she'd obviously given-up and decided that we had no way forward, so it had to stop, no matter what we wanted, or needed, or thought we'd discovered; letting her go now would take away the biggest, deepest part of me, but she was probably right, much as it hurt to admit it; this was all just a fantasy, no matter what we'd promised, hoped, or planned. When it came right down to it, we just had nowhere to go, and she'd seen that before I ever did.

I wanted so much to hold her close, to feel her warm softness once more melting into me, to feel her lips exploring mine, and taste her deepest warmth once again, but it wasn't to be, it couldn't be, because the fantasy was over, and reality had to pick-up again from where we'd left it only three nights earlier and a lifetime ago.

We showered alone, one after the other; it seemed better that way, more appropriate for the brother and sister we were once more. Nimmie dressed herself again in the prim outfit she'd worn the day we arrived, and left out the same for me while she packed our bags and collected our things together; the fantasy was over, and the time we'd spent as a couple, the hopes we'd shared and plans we'd hatched, all of it was beginning to feel like a distant dream, slowly receding and going out of focus.

I knew Nim was feeling as miserable as I was, no matter how normal a face she tried to put on for my sake; we'd crossed lines, explored places, and made discoveries that should have defined the rest of our lives, and now we had to let that all go, because there was nowhere to go and no way for us to take it all with us.

It was with heavy hearts that we folded the bedclothes down and packed the last of our belongings, stretching out our last moments together, no matter how much it hurt.

When all was done, and we had no more reason or excuse to linger in that room, our eyes met once more, and we nodded and squared our shoulders. This was it; whatever we'd fantasised about, planned for, dreamed of, it was all gone, it had never really existed, and now it was time for the real world again. It didn't help that Nim's eyes were unnaturally bright, or that her face was wooden only with an effort even I could see. It was time to go, and to let this world go forever.

I carried our bags and Nim toted my suit-carrier as we followed her bracelet, but before we reached our destination, Robyn stepped out of an alcove and barred our way, that mischievous smile on her face as she held out her arms, halting our trudge back to where we'd first come in.

"Why so glum, kids? Smile, Nimmie, you have a beautiful smile, let's see it! I think we need to talk, all of us, so never mind those bags, leave them for now, someone will get them, just come with me. Come on!"

Nimmie looked sideways at me, then back at Robyn, who beckoned us to follow her. Wondering what she wanted, we followed her down a side corridor and into a small, sunlit alcove lined with bookshelves, like a miniature library, with three comfortable-looking armchairs and a small tea-table. Robyn gestured at the chairs.

"Please, sit, and it's OK, don't look so worried, no-one's going to bite you! Relax, people, I only wanted to talk to you before you went off and did something silly!"

Nim and I looked at each other in wary puzzlement, then at Robyn again, who smiled even more cheekily.

"Oh come on, both of you look like your puppy just died! Never play poker for money, either of you, your faces just give everything away! Look, just stop worrying and listen, then, when I'm finished, you can decide whether or not you should be worried. Deal?"

We both nodded, and sat down while Robyn lounged comfortably in the third chair and grinned at us.

"There, that was easy! Now, where shall I start? Perhaps the beginning's a good place. Firstly, this place, and what 'Sisterfest' is all about. Nimmie, Rowan, I know you think this whole weekend has just been about taboo, illicit, nasty-nasty sex, but I assure you, it's about a whole lot more. Let me give you some background, then I think you'll understand us better."

She slipped her shoes off and tucked her feet under herself, to sit comfortably cross-legged in the big armchair.

"First of all, Evan, Sylvie, and me. Obviously, we're brother and sisters, but we're much more than that; Sylvie is also my wife, and Evan is our husband; we're one unit, one family, all three of us in troika, perfectly balanced, and very much in love. That's how it's always been for us, for as long as we can remember, and how we're going to stay. Long ago, we realised that all the partying, all the meaningless relationships, all the glitz and glamour, none of that meant anything. What we had together was all that mattered, and so we set out to find others like us, who had the same urges and needs."

She paused to smile secretly at us, before continuing.

"We were lucky, very lucky indeed; our father was an immensely, unbelievably wealthy man, and he left the three of us everything he'd accumulated over a lifetime of accumulating things, and so we had all this money, a ridiculous, absurd amount of money, and a very good idea what we were going to do with it. 'Sisterfest' came about because we reasoned that we couldn't possibly be the only people who felt like we did, who wanted what we wanted, so we started this whole thing to find them, bring them together, and share with us what we have."

Once again the cheeky smile, along with a companionable wink.

"So far it's worked really well; it's been a very successful few years. We have people who come here to us who can be what they truly need to be, with the one person they love and desire above all others; so many of the people who've come to us, who come back time and again, have managed to create for themselves what my husband, my wife, and I have made for ourselves. I'm so proud and happy that we were able to find them and help them the way we did. In that respect, 'Sisterfest' has been a great success...so far."

Something about her tone caught my attention more than she already had. Nim caught it too, if her questioning look was anything to go by. Robyn smiled again, only now her smile was wistful, sad, even, as she gazed out of the window at the trees outside, her eyes distant, obviously looking at something else entirely.

"...and...?" prompted Nimmie gently, causing Robyn to return her attention to us.

"And now it's time for us to move on..." she said in a much softer voice. "You, all of you here this weekend, were invited here for a very special reason; we don't normally hold these weekends in the summer; high days and holidays only, Valentine's, Hallowe'en, that kind of thing, but this year's different; this year we were looking for someone special, that special couple who could pick up the reins and carry on and make Sisterfest even more successful, who could help even more people who need somewhere they can be real, with someone like us on their side."

Now Nimmie was looking at her incredulously, then at me; surely she didn't mean...

Robyn's tinkling laugh broke the sudden silence as she clicked onto Nimmie's and my wavelength.

"No, no, calm down, it's not you, stop worrying, that's all taken care of! There was another couple here who are perfect; they want what we want, and I think they'll be able to do things with the whole idea that Sylvie, Evan, and I can't, not anymore. We're going away, you see, to our home, our real home, where we can be a family, and start a proper family together; I think you'll agree, this is not the kind of place to bring up children. We want to bring up our children in peace away from all this, and finally get our lives back; we've walked on the wild side long enough, and it's someone else's turn. Which is where you come in, kids..."

Nimmie was looking sideways at her, not following her, and I was confused as hell, too; if they'd chosen their replacements, what did they want with us? My bewilderment must have shown, because suddenly Robyn was leaning forward to take my hand in hers, and stretching out her free hand to Nim, who smiled doubtfully but took it. Robyn squeezed my hand and smiled reassuringly.

"Rowan, the people who've agreed to take this on are like you two in so many ways: they're pretty much your age, and they're going to need friends, family, even, people like them, people who will understand them, people with the brains and motivation to help them make a success of this place. I want that to be you, both of you. Finn and Lara are going to need so much help and support here on the ground, and I think that could be you."

She paused to smile at me once again, patting my hand as she put it back in my lap.

"Rowan, you have to have worked out by now that we don't let just anyone in here; everyone we invite to our house is vetted rather carefully, given the kind of problems the tabloids would cause if they found out about us and our little...get-togethers here. We checked you and Nimmie out pretty thoroughly, and so I know you finished your last year at university this year, and now you need to work in a practice if you want to be a chartered architectural engineer one day. That will always be your first love; we saw that right away, which is why we didn't ask you to take up where we're leaving off; we couldn't ask you to give that up for this. However, we can arrange for you to enter an architectural practice and achieve your dream, and still be part of us."

She paused to smile at me, her eyes twinkling, before patting me on the hand.

"I've seen your transcripts, your coursework, and the projects you've completed. You're talented, Rowan, and I think I know just the place for you; it's a small architectural practice that's about to become part of our...family, a brother and sister team, Mike Kershaw and Carys Elliot, so you should feel right at home. They're like you, like us; you'll like them, I promise."

Robyn paused, possibly gauging my response, before continuing, her voice soft and persuasive.

"We have countless development projects in hand at the moment: this place for one; with the others we have planned, we'd keep you fully occupied for the rest of your life, and not just here; many of the planned works are all around the world, but the one I'm thinking of right now is right here; that forest habitat you liked so much? How would you like to build those in a couple of other places we have our eye on? Or maybe look at building further playgrounds here, like a tropical rainforest? I know Sylvie would like that. Does that sound like something you'd want to do?"

It was, and my head was spinning. How many times in your life does your fairy godmother grant you your every wish and whim? Nimmie wasn't looking too happy, and I think Robyn realised that, as she turned the charm offensive square on her.

"Nimmie, anything we can do includes you, too; you and Rowan are a couple; any decisions or conditions have to include you. I know you still have another two years before you graduate, and we know how much you want to be a nurse, and how much you and Rowan want to be together. I don't know how your family is going to react to the two of you being what you are, but they're going to need to know. I can't help you there, but I do have a solution that might work if all else fails."

Nimmie's ears pricked-up at that; I could see her interest piquing at Robyn's words. Robyn saw it too, and smiled reassuringly.

"Nimmie, the position we'd like to offer Rowan is based in Oswestry, in the Welsh borders, a long way from anyone who might know who or what you two are; if it all goes tits-up at home, we can arrange for you to transfer your modules to Chester University, or Stafford, not too far from Oswestry, and graduate you there. We have a medical centre here and in a few other places, and I'll let you in on a little secret; we're not that far from either of those places, or even Oswestry; you and Rowan could live in Telford, or Wolverhampton, and be in easy reach of everywhere I mentioned, including this place. We could always use more medical professionals, and we'd pay you well, very well indeed. How would you like to be part of the team here when you graduate? Think about it. I'll give you a number to call, tell us what happens, and we'll take it from there."

I could see Nim chewing it over, then her eyes narrowed.

"OK, so you want to do this for us, thank you that's very kind, and gives us what we want, and I only have one question: Why? We're nothing to you. Three days ago you'd never met us. Why do you want to do so much for us, and what's in it for you?"

Robyn nodded her head with a pleased look on her face, like she was glad Nim had asked that question.

"Good question, well done! We're prepared to do this because you and Rowan are exactly the kind of people we've been looking for to keep this whole thing going. We saw right away what you had. There was only one other couple who did that for us, and we've asked them to step up and take our place. They've agreed, but they're going to need help and support from people around them who feel what they feel, know what they know, and are fully committed to each other. Finn and Lara are going to need people who know and understand, who can grow with them, and be what they'll need; family who'll support and understand them."

Once again that wistful, almost sad smile flitted across her face.

"No-one else here has what you and Rowan, and Finn and Lara have. In all the years we've been doing this, you are the first group of people who stood-out like that; no one else ever has; they just come here to have a little 'off-the-books' fun, then go back to their lives. There's nothing wrong with that, it was the original reason this whole thing came about, but now we need more; I think that's what you have. Will you do it? We have very effective ways of shielding our people from those who would seek to do them harm or destroy what they have, and loyal and competent people who'll make sure no-one can get to you; with us you'll be safe, and you'll be together, and I have a feeling that's what you want more than anything. "

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I could see Nim wavering, and when she turned to me, her heart was in her eyes, and I knew what our decision had to be; mum would have to know, and if she kicked us out, well, she kicked us out, and at least we had options now, somewhere to go if the worst happened. All this flashed through my mind in a heartbeat, but Nimmie knew exactly what I was thinking, and she continued to look at me, wordlessly telling me what she wanted. When I nodded, sealing the agreement, her eyes kindled like they were backlit, bright and hopeful.

Robyn coughed discreetly, jerking us out of our rapt study of each other.

"Tell you what, why don't you go back to your room and have a talk; the others are leaving now, so no-one will notice you're not there in all the hustle and bustle, and one of us will come and get you later; don't worry, we'll get you home in plenty of time, but now I think you need to talk. Just follow Nimmie's bracelet. It'll take you back to your room."

Back in our room again, we sat on the rumpled bed and tried to work out what we did next; I knew what I wanted, I always had; I wanted Naomi, pure and simple, and now I had a way to be with her. But it wasn't just my decision; Nimmie had to be in it 100% too, otherwise it couldn't work, so I sat and waited while she debated with herself, until the tension was so thick, so palpable, I could have cut it with a knife.

I'd just about decided that she wasn't going to go for it, that in the final analysis mum, and nursing, and home, and our friends were more important (and I absolutely wouldn't have blamed her; what we were deciding was enormous, life-changing, and final) than what our urges and emotions were telling us to do, when she unclasped my hand, swung her leg over my lap so she was sitting astride me, and kissed me once, a quick peck on the lips.

"Let's do it, Ro; this is what we need. It's about our life now, you and me, and it's what I want..."

Her expression said it had better be what I wanted as well, but still I wavered.

"Nim, what about mum, uni, are you sure...?" but I got no further because her lips were in the way, and they tasted as good as they ever had. As she kissed me, other parts took note and made themselves felt, something Nimmie obviously noticed, to judge by the agonisingly deliberate way she squirmed on my lap, grinding herself against my crotch.

"Roly, we'll go home, we'll tell mum, and one of two things will happen; she'll flip-out, in which case we leave, or she'll accept it, and we'll still leave. Whatever happens, we can't stay there, not like we are now, so we should take up Robyn's offer, do as she suggested, and let the cards fall where they will; I'm not losing you, not after I worked so hard to get you. You're stuck with me now, Rowan Redmond!"

Our mother's reaction to our announcement fell somewhere between what I had predicted; mum knew, or had guessed, what was going on; don't ask me how; apparently, all mothers have strange, Jedi-like powers when it comes to reading their children's minds, and mum had twigged a long time ago that I had a more than normal interest in Rowan. Possibly, just possibly, I just wasn't half as ninja-sneaky as I thought I was. Mum noticed my odd behaviour, and put two and two together pretty quickly.

That didn't mean she wasn't mad at us, oh no. While she didn't go into an incandescent rage or start making threats, happy about it all was very far indeed from where she was. When I up and told her it was all my idea, and I'd enticed innocent Rowan away so I could seduce him, that's when she finally went off like a sack of cats.

To say she was mad would only be telling part of it; she wasn't just mad, she was incoherent, but after she calmed down and we yanked her off the ceiling, she actually listened to the plan we'd hatched with Robyn, even if she could have made yoghurt just by staring at a carton of milk, if the sour expression on her face was anything to go by.

"So you really think this...this plan of yours, this whole thing, is going to work, do you? Everyone you know, everyone who knows us, you, they're just going to say 'oh look, Rowan and Naomi have disappeared, oh dear, how sad, never mind?' and never think about it ever again? People are people; they'll ask questions, they'll expect answers. What am I supposed to tell them? No-one's going to believe I don't know where my own children are. They'll ask more questions, and sooner or later someone's going to start getting suspicious and twig on that you two are up to something and I'm covering it up. How am I supposed to get us out of that? Supposing the police come and start asking questions about your disappearance?"

I could see Rowan stirring impatiently while mum wound her way through all this; even I could see it was mostly nerves and panic talking, so I did what I had to do; I pushed Rowan in front of her and let him risk getting his head bitten off. The look he shot me told me I'd pay for that later, but his voice was utterly calm and reasonable, winding her down several notches.

"Look mum, we said we'd go soon, we didn't say we'd just disappear! I have to get a job in an architectural practice if I ever want to have a hope of being chartered, so that's where I'm going; that's all anyone ever needs to know. It happens, mum; graduates leave home, thousands of people do it every year, no-one's going to think anything's out of the ordinary if I do too. As for Nimmie, she's transferring to another university; the course she wants to follow isn't taught at Croydon, so she's transferring to another university in the Midlands; again, students do it all the time, it's normal, it's plausible, no-one will comment, OK?"

Mum held his gaze for a long, uncomfortable few seconds, then her tight expression relaxed and she broke eye contact.

"You really have thought about this," she commented. "OK, I can't stop you; I don't like this at all, but I'm not going to stand in your way either; this is something you both want, and at least you'll be together. Both of you have to promise me one thing, though."

We both looked at each other, then back to her, and nodded.

"Promise me you'll look after each other, and no-one gets hurt. Rowan, Nimmie's going to be your...whatever you want to call it, girlfriend, partner, whatever, but under all that, she's still your sister and my daughter; I expect you to remember that, respect her, and treat her properly. Nimmie, the same goes for you; Rowan's still your brother, don't you hurt him either."

And that was that; mum never really got used to us being who we were, but Rowan was right; not a soul was any the wiser, and so far it's stayed that way.

Rowan was eventually awarded his charter, and is now a member of the Chartered institute of Structural Engineers, and a junior partner in the practice owned by Mike and Carys Kershaw; Mike and Carys live in Antibes now, on the French Riviera, a long way from prying eyes and curious neighbours. Their kids take up most of their time, and so they leave the bulk of the operational stuff to Rowan and the team he assembled to carry out Finn and Lara's dreams.

He built the rainforest Robyn hinted at, and other, equally spectacular environments in a few other locations around the world, including my favourite, an underground cavern complex in France based on an idea from a book he once read by Mick Farren, complete with a lake, waterfalls, spa pools, and snug little nooks for couples to hide away and play to their hearts' content. When he goes away to oversee projects, I go home, and let the neighbours see that Nimmie hasn't dropped off the edge of the world; she's still around.

Initially, Rowan and I lived in the main complex; we had our own private apartments that made the President Suite at the Waldorf-Astoria look like a potting shed, and while I'd asked him several times if he'd like somewhere a little less grand than the main house, I knew he preferred to stay where we were; that was the place he always felt most relaxed and connected to his work, and whenever he felt the need for inspiration, he'd ride that elevator all the way to the bottom, and wander aimlessly in the forest, lost in his own personal dreamscape until his thoughts and ideas ordered themselves.

I frequently went with him, and then I usually couldn't resist the temptation to drag him into our cave, tear his clothes off, and let him fuck my brains out behind that shimmering curtain of warm water. I'm sure it was during one of those sessions that our baby was conceived.

I graduated with my bachelor in Adult Nursing, and became a Registered Nurse, but by that time I'd grown wary of the idea of working long shifts at some hospital and spending so much of my time away from Rowan; I chickened-out, and elected instead to work at the complex, at the really well-equipped clinic away from the main complex. It also meant I could be a housewife and general assistant and moral support whenever Lara or Finn or Haley needed it.

When I first met them I was kind of overawed; Finn is just bloody gorgeous, and Lara has the kind of raven-haired, movie-star beauty that stops men dead in their tracks, but they're the two kindest, nicest, most ordinary people in the world; Robyn, Sylvie and Evan love them to bits, and Lara's housekeeper and best friend, Haley, a booby blonde like me, is the kind of girl everyone needs to have for a best friend.

I was intrigued to discover that Carys is Lara's mother, and Mike is her uncle, and that Finn and Lara owned the entire complex; when Robyn said they were handing the operation over, she really meant it. Now Finn and Lara dream-up new and more spectacular 'Sisterfest' events, I work with Haley to help plan and organise them, and Rowan troubleshoots and makes sure the complex is safe, the various areas and playgrounds are all perfectly in order, and any new and exotic features or technology are all appropriate and safe to use.

Haley has a thing going with Paul, the head of security; she's about the only person here who isn't shacked-up with a sibling, but that's the way the cookie crumbles; after all, we can't all be perfect...

EPILOGUE:

When the baby was imminent, Lara came and had a sit-down with me, over what I wanted to do. She was of the opinion that the complex was no place to bring-up a baby, and I had to agree with her, but I hadn't wanted to uproot Rowan, he so loved the place, so Lara had a plan; Mike and Carys' children were not toddlers anymore, and would soon be starting pre-school, so she needed to devote all her time to them; in the meantime, projects from all the other companies Evan and his sisters owned were piling up, so Mike needed help.

Lara's solution was that Rowan and I base ourselves in Antibes; there was already a house there that Evan said we could have if we wanted; they didn't want it, and Rowan could start shouldering more of Mike's work, as well as better manage the design-build of some of the 'Sisterfest' related projects in France, Italy, and Spain. Anytime we wanted to come back for a visit, or a break, there were several company aircraft at our disposal. We could come home at a moment's notice, or fly mum down to us; with the Gulfstream's at our disposal we were only four hours away from London. She left me to think about it and to fill-in Rowan when he got back.

So we jumped, and now here we are; my daughter, a little blonde beauty, with Rowan's smoky hazel eyes and a mix of our features, is almost two years old now. Carys is like an older, more 'mum' version of Lara, and just as gorgeous, and is like a mother to me; she and her two girls spend a lot of time with us, and when Mike and Rowan are away overseeing projects, I pretty much live with them; it's good to have family this far from home, and mum is a regular visitor as well. Haley, bless her, makes sure of that.

Rowan and I have everything we want, a lifestyle others would kill for, surrounded by people we care for, and who care for us. Taking a punt at Rowan all that long time ago really did pay-off for me. I have everything I could ever want, and the best people in the world to share it with. Life is good, and we're all working hard to make sure it stays that way; in fact, there's something I think I want to whisper in Rowan's ear; call me crazy, but I think he'll like it

THE END (for now...)

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Sisterfest Ch. 05: Carys Mike - Incest/Taboo

Long before Finn and Lara there were Carys and Mike.

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Carys Mike: A Sisterfest Romance

Carys Kershaw:

All through my most formative years, through the storms of childhood and the turbulence of my teenage years there was only one constant, one anchor in a world I felt increasingly adrift in; my sweet big brother, my Mikey. Of all the people I knew, of all my (admittedly sparse) family I might have turned to, I only ever really trusted Mikey; he's the one who fixed the things I couldn't, played with me when I needed a friend, never judged me when I pulled a stupid, and always, always had time for me, my problems, my wishes, my hopes, and my dreams. Mum and Dad were good, but they didn't think kids had problems, life was easy for them, so they never really drilled down into what was going on with me; they were happy, so they assumed I was too.

From earliest years Mikey was who I needed most; he was my favourite playmate, my staunchest defender, my rock who never judged me, and the one thing I knew, with rock-solid certainty, would be forever in my life to defend, protect, shield, and shelter me. I'd never seriously felt the need to copy-cat my friends and go trolling after boys as soon as they realised they had the bait to stir a boy's interest; all the boys I knew were scrawny no-hopers compared to Mikey, none of them were sweet enough, nice enough, tall enough, or had hair black enough or eyes the right shade of blue; it puzzled me that my lovely big brother was literally the best, most attractive boy I knew.

These feelings persisted all the way through primary school, where I just took it for granted that Mikey was just better at everything than anyone I knew, and then came secondary school. When my friends were trying their best to attract boys, I stayed clear of that stuff; none of them were Mike, so none of them were worth my time. I think by the time I hit sixteen my mother was starting to be concerned; I'd never been on a date, even the innocent Saturday night 'take me to the cinema and try and slide his arm around my shoulders' type of date that all my friends were raving about in school. The truth was, I just didn't find any of the boys in my school attractive or intriguing enough to even want to go there in the first place.

I had no plans to go to university, I really didn't want to leave my family and friends behind, and let's be honest here; my A-level exam scores were nothing to trumpet from the rooftops, unlike Mikey, who just seemed to be breezing through his architecture course at the University of Bath, which had caused no slight friction when he'd been accepted; I needed him near me, although I couldn't really give a hard and fast reason why he should be, not down at the other end of the country doing who knows what with God knows who. I was seriously conflicted; I wanted him to be the best he could, doing what he obviously loved, but he needed to be doing it where I could see, feel, and hear him anytime I needed him.

That whole raft of loose and barely understood, let alone clearly defined, feelings over Mikey made me very, very unhappy, and I really couldn't tell anyone, especially the parents.

I couldn't really get a job, what with having no real qualifications and zero experience, and university was out of the question with my less than spectacular A-Level results, so I took mum's suggestion to heart and went back to school, to the local technical college to do a 3-year BTEC in office management and Business Administration; dad promised me if I managed to pass each year with a minimum of a Distinction there would be a guaranteed place for me at his firm when I qualified, he'd see to it.

So I did; dad's company was part of a huge international conglomerate of a dozen or so huge manufacturing divisions that made everything from televisions to toilet paper, fridges, washing machines, car parts, motorcycles, and aerospace components, and working in any of the divisions was pretty much a guaranteed job for life. Also, it meant I got to go home at night and spend the weekends with my friends, unlike poor Mikey; architecture is an exacting, unforgiving discipline, and Mikey was burning the candle at both ends to keep up with his study, projects, and work-placements. He never complained, though; when I spoke with him all I got was his passion for his chosen field, no hint of regret, of wrong choices made, of feelings that he wasn't going to make the cut; he loved the pressure, the things he had to do to be creative and not be labelled derivative or a plagiarist, the creative processes he was going through to be different, original, and credible.

Mike Kershaw:

From earliest days, my favorite person was my cute, happy little sister, Carys, Rys for short. No matter how busy I was, or how lazy I was feeling, I couldn't not play with her, sit with her, read to her, or just listen to her while she babbled and chattered about her dolls, her favourite kid's TV shows, any and everything. Rys was going to be a gorgeous young woman, I could see that even then; her clear, translucent complexion, her jet-black curly hair so black it was almost blue, her stunning bright blue-violet eyes, huge and appealing, and her sweet, rosy little Cupid's bow mouth added up to just the prettiest, most beautiful little girl I'd ever seen. Add to that the fact she was so bubbly and good-natured and what I had was the perfect little sister, sweet, good-natured, and fun to be around. Oh yes, I adored my baby sister from the day mum brought her home from the hospital; she owned me, and I didn't care who knew it.

Carys was happiest when I helped mum tuck her in at night. She wouldn't let me go until I'd checked under her bed and in her closet that there were no monsters or goblins hiding there, then I'd read one of her simple fairytales to her, and then do a sweep one more time so she could sleep undisturbed. Mum always said I was such a sweet boy for playing up to her, but I wasn't playing; my little sister trusted me to keep her safe at night and I wasn't going to let her down. Being four years older than her meant that I was the token grown-up in her world; mum and dad came and went, and did parent things, and we loved them dearly, but if Rys really wanted something done, or needed something, or just needed to be believed or understood, she came to me and I'd do what I could, because I loved my adorable baby sister.

As we grew, our relationship never really changed in any significant way; Carys did her thing, and I watched over her. As she hit her teens the local boys started taking an interest in her, for a very good reason; she was probably the prettiest girl in town. I doubt she knew, or even cared, that the town saw her that way. One thing about her was her total lack of interest in attracting any kind male attention, and she never showed the slightest interest in any of the boys in her school or the youth clubs and activities she joined. This meant she spent most of her time either doing girly things with her girlfriends, or in my orbit, which suited me fine; I didn't like the idea of other boys liking her, and I never really worked out why; all I knew was I didn't want any of those scrawny, pimply, posturing loudmouth losers anywhere near her.

One boy made the mistake of attempting to grope her while his jackass friends held her and hee-hawed like a herd of donkeys at how much fun it was, then thought they'd gotten away with it. Foolish, foolish morons, did they really think she wasn't going to tell me? The boys who'd held her got the kind of beating that makes Christian believers out of us, but the boy, man, really, he was over eighteen, who'd tried to grope her lost all his front teeth one dark night and had both his hands slammed by an unknown assailant in a car door as an object lesson in how precious one's hands are, and how one should keep them to oneself; I understand these days if he wants to pick his nose, wank, or scratch his balls he has to ask someone to help out, but he certainly learned a powerful lesson; don't touch my little sister.

Being away from home, even if it was at university to study the one thing I'd always wanted to learn nevertheless still hurt in deep down, unique ways; I missed Carys, I missed her bringing each least little thing to me to show me, ask me about, ask if I'd like it, or if it suited her. I'd start awake at night in my digs absolutely sure Rys was sitting on my bed because she needed me, or I'd hear her voice as I was falling asleep and jerk awake again. Nights that happened, I literally had to get out of bed and search every single nook and cranny in my poky little student apartment just to assure myself she wasn't there, that I hadn't really heard her, that I was alone all the way down in Bath, and she was alone all the way up in Leominster, in Herefordshire.

Carys was fourteen when I left for university and the lost, scared, heartbroken look on her face the day I packed my car with my final bits and pieces almost convinced me to just call it off and find a university or technical college closer to home just so I could be near her. Cary's hugged me, and I could feel the desperation and loss, and that nearly decided me there and then.

"I don't have to go, Doll-Eyes, I can find someplace else closer to study, it's okay, if you need me I'd rather be with you than leave you alone, baby, honest!" I murmured.

Carys stepped back to stare into my eyes in shocked surprise.

"Don't you dare, Michael Kershaw! You've worked so hard, you wanted this so much, don't you dare chuck it all over for me! You have to go, Mikey, this is what you really, honestly want, if you don't go I'll never forgive myself. Please don't say you'll give it up, Mikey, I don't want you to not go and then ten years from now blame me because I took it away from you! Go, Mikey, please, don't give it all up, I'll be okay, I'll always be here, and you can come home anytime, this is still our home. Please go, Mikey, for me? Please?"

So I left with a heavy heart and a ton of misgivings, my mind filled with images of my beautiful baby sister smiling me away with crystal tears trapped in her long, sooty lashes; I knew she was right, although I'd never blame her for anything, ever; leaving now to follow my dream was the right thing for me. So why did my heart feel like it was wrapped in lead weights?

Carys Kershaw:

Watching my Mikey leave was like filling my heart with sharp, heavy rocks; my entire life he'd been my one constant, the one thing I knew would always be there for me. I knew he had to go, I knew this was his chance to make something of himself, the chance he wanted more than anything else in the world, but it didn't matter one whit to my heart. No matter how many times I told myself it was what he was supposed to do, no matter how hard I rationalised his need to do this, as I lay in my bed in the dead of night, in the core of my heart, deep down where my real feelings lived, I knew it was a lie and I was only fooling myself. Mikey was the most important thing in my life, he always had been since Day One, a piece of my heart I didn't dare share with mum and dad, a part of me that I didn't even vaguely understand at all, but that didn't matter, because it still broke in a million pieces as he drove away and left me alone. Watching him drive away I finally, truly understood what it was to be lost and heartbroken.

I didn't see Mike for two years; his coursework, his need to prove he was capable of being everything an architect should be meant he had almost no free time; when he wasn't in class he was on assignments with different architectural practices, laying the groundwork for entry into the professional network he hoped to be a part of. He studied long hours, day in, day out, picked away at possible opportunities to find and be worthy of the professional experience he desperately needed to qualify, and he did. I was more than shocked when I received a card from him from Milan, from a placement he'd earned with a leading European architectural practice, for the entirety of the four-year course's third year. He was abroad for a year! It was bad enough I couldn't have him in Leominster with me, but for him to be on the other side of the world? It was so unfair, he was so far away, and I'd never stopped needing him!

I was eighteen the year he finished his RIBA Part 1 requirement, four long years and only phone calls and a couple of flying visits. He'd looked dragged-out and worn down, but I never said anything, I was just so happy I could see him at all and be with him, if only for a few fleeting hours, but that was just the start. Next came RIBA Part 2, a Masters in Architecture. Just when other conventional students were packing away their mortar boards and ploughing head-first into the job market he had to go back, another two years full-time study. Six years, I was never going to see him again at this rate! As if that wasn't bad enough, when he'd gotten his Masters he was going straight into yet another placement, a whole year, before he could take his finals. I was sick at heart, eight years, only doctors had it worse, but eight years out of my life with no Mikey, I didn't know if I could survive it. Life wasn't just unfair, it was bloody harsh!

Dad had made one rule: no dating until I was sixteen, and no hanky-panky; we lived in a very small town, and reputations could be destroyed or gained by just one misheard comment or malicious gossip; it was all too easy to "get a name", so mum and dad went out of their way to ensure I didn't. They needn't have worried; to me the local boys looked like genetic mistakes, none of them was anything like my Mikey; ergo none of them was ever going to be good enough, and I was quite happy to keep to the status quo; I stayed away from them, and they avoided me because they knew, whoever dad didn't decimate, Mikey would finish off, and that kept them at bay and their mouths shut.

College wasn't the fulfilling experience I'd built it up in my mind was going to be, but really, it was my only option, the only escape-hatch open to me; it was either get qualified, find a job, and move away, or be stuck here, married to some big-mouthed boozer-loser, buried under a mound of squalling children, condemned to a life of back-fence gossip and TV soaps. There was more to life than that, and I promised myself I'd find it, because the thought of turning into one of the pregnant, overweight drudges most of my school friends had already become scared the life out of me. But I leaned into it; anything that promised me a way out of Leominster was a good thing, yes?

I was 20 when my life changed dramatically; one of the assistant lecturers in the Commercial Computing and Accounting class announced she was having a party, she was going to have a baby, and we were all invited. By this time the class had thinned down quite significantly as the slackers and disillusioned dropped out or were washed out, so there were only nine of us left who'd stuck it out and looked to be finishing with a good grade. I usually made it a policy to avoid parties, alcohol, or boys, and all three were going to be there, my three red flags, but I thought 'What the Hell? Got to go to at least one college party in my life!' so I went, and that was where I met Max Elliot, and the slow downward spiral of my life began, although obviously I never clocked it at the time.

Max was gorgeous, there's no denying that; as soon as I walked into party and our eyes met all my senses stood up and screamed; I actually felt weak-kneed in his presence, he was so everything I could want in a man; tall, curly black hair that looked like he combed it with his fingers, pale, interesting complexion, brilliant blue eyes a shade lighter than mine, a firm, square jaw and a wide, generous mouth, just about everything a girl could want, and when he smiled at me I melted; if he wasn't Mikey, well, Mikey wasn't him, either!

We kind of made a beeline for each other, I think I might have trampled over a couple of people to get to him, but I can't be sure, and then suddenly he was there, holding me spellbound. I don't remember what we talked about I was just mesmerised by his voice, his eyes, his smile. We must have talked and gazed at each other all night, but I didn't realise it, I was only aware of him, and when he told me he had to go I was crushed, but then he saved me because he asked for my number, and gave me his, and said he'd call me next day and perhaps we could sort something out.

I floated home, and arrived just in time for mum to look around with the phone to her ear and smile "Never mind, here she is now! Very nice talking with you Max; here's Carys!"

And that's how it started; the innocent, blushing conversations, the chaste kisses, the totally blameless, pressure-free dates, the parties, the college dances, and, eventually, dancing at some of the nightclubs in Hereford, Telford, and Shrewsbury. I was starting to feel that I needed to have a more adult relationship, a relationship that took note of the fact he was a man and I was a woman, not a young girl. Max never pressured me, never tried to entice me into something much more intense than kissing and holding hands, but I could tell he wanted to, and eventually so did I.

Going all the way with Max was fine, but I'd always thought the first time was the special one, moonbeams and fireworks and fairy glitter and it wasn't, it felt weird, and uncomfortable, and not at all what I wanted. Max seemed to have twigged that it wasn't exactly the earth-shattering, rainbows and unicorns experience he was hoping to give me, and to give him his due, he'd tried, but there was something missing, that deep-down spark I'd secretly been hoping for.

Still, he'd proved in my mind he was the one, even though our further experiments in that area still didn't exactly light a fire in me; I knew he loved me, he'd told me enough times, and I didn't know what I was feeling for him, but I told myself it was love and I even convinced myself it was so. When he asked me to marry him I put all my misgivings aside and said I would wear his ring and be his wife. Now I had to tell Mikey, something I was feeling weirdly ambiguous about for no good reason I could fathom; just that there was something deep in my brain that said he wasn't going to be happy about it at all.

Mikey came home specifically to meet Max; I needed the two most important men in my life to be, if not friends, then at least not at swords point. I could see Mikey liking Max, even though I could tell he was trying to hate him, but Mikey, if he's anything, he's honest with himself, and I could see he liked Max, even if he could only grudgingly admit it to himself. I knew, though, that he wasn't happy about me marrying Max, I could feel it coming off him in waves. They both looked amazingly alike, almost like brothers; tall, fair-skinned, black curly hair, glittering blue eyes, wry, seductive smiles, and a sudden chill struck me; was I marrying Max because I loved him, something I was still wondering about if I'm honest, or was I marrying him because he was as close to Mikey as I could get? I didn't even want to think about that, it was a weird, and uncomfortable thought that implied...things, things I knew were wrong to even consider.

No, Max had sworn he loved me, I was sure I loved him, I was going to marry him, and my life was going to be perfect.

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Mike:

The first time I met Max Elliot I wasn't that impressed; I suppose I was biased; Rys had always been the little princess in my life, my adored and adorable baby sister, and suddenly she was a grown woman, attracting grown men and dating them, and I didn't like it, I didn't like it at all, and that puzzled me. Carys was supposed to go out in to the world, it was what growing up was all about, she wasn't breaking any rules, and yet I still hated the idea. Watching them sitting at the table with mum and dad chit-chatting, watching them sharing private little inside jokes and meaningful glances and expressions seriously put my back up.

I bit my tongue, sometimes literally, because this was who she'd chosen to be with, and from the tenor of the conversation I gradually gleaned the information that they were engaged; Max had asked her to marry him, and she'd said yes. And yet I didn't get any strong feeling of joyfulness from her; it almost seemed like she was working off some kind of internal tick-list: qualify, find a man, marry him, have his children, be a standard family with 2.5 kids and a 3-bedroom suburban semi-detached house, grow old together, and eventually be buried side-by-side in the local churchyard. Max seemed to be in a haze whenever his eyes alighted on her, I was in no doubt that he was absolutely smitten with her but strangely, I didn't get that from her at all, and that worried me deeply; was he forcing her, somehow?

She seemed perfectly spontaneous with him, she didn't shy away from his touch, she looked him levelly in the eyes when she spoke to him; was I seeing pressure and coercion where none existed; was she, in fact, exactly as she seemed, a fully willing partner in this and was I letting my suspicions and unease do my thinking for me? I seemed more and more that I was just unwilling to accept my Rys needed someone more than she needed me and that sent a very peculiar pang of loss and hurt through me.

That night I had a weird, sexy, and very disturbing dream; in the dream, I was talking to Carys about something and as we chatted she walked around the room disrobing as we talked, looking hotter and sexier with every item of clothing she took off, until suddenly she was naked, her perfect body on display for me. I realised I was naked too, and as we chatted she started kissing me, just little nibbles, but God, so sexy! I started responding in kind, and then we were kissing for real, our tongues exploring each other's mouths as we kissed like long-parted lovers. All at once we were in her bed, our bodies entwined as we writhed and groped, and then she looked into my eyes, her own eyes burning with lust and she whispered "Fuck me, Mikey, please, make this real!" and I did, jamming myself into her even as she thrust back at me, meeting me thrust for thrust. My heart and soul seemed to be exploding as I made love to Rys, my Carys, and when I came, it was with the heat of a thousand stars, blasting myself deep into her again and again.

I woke with a jolt, my head ringing, totally disoriented for a few seconds, unable to remember why I was here, and all that was clear in my mind was the memory of bedding my sister, of making love to Carys, and her enthusiastically receiving me, and more. I knew it was a dream, but my body's response had been real enough, and I pondered what was wrong with me as I shamefacedly cleaned up the evidence of my shameful, impossible dream, sick at the thought I could think of my baby sister in that way, beautiful young woman though she now was. Thoughts and feelings like that were more than shameful, they hinted at wrong, illegal things, things no normal person could ever indulge in, or even allow one to even contemplate.

I had to get away from her, as far as possible, until I could look at her and not see in my mind's eye what I'd dreamed so graphically.

I went back down to Bath in the morning; in truth I ran down to bath, bugging out with almost unseemly haste; my coursework and qualification requirements gave me an iron-clad excuse to run from there as quickly as possible and get away from Carys, because now, of course, every time I looked at her I saw those outrageous images in my mind. I had a one-year placement with a large architectural practice in London, and I needed to get my portfolio in proper presentation order and signed-off by my course tutor. Max shook my hand and told me he'd see me at the wedding (how I didn't crush his hand I don't know; instead I forced a happy smile and told him I was going to be there to see my baby sister married), Carys hugged and kissed me goodbye, hurt and loss flashing in her eyes as she clung to me for just a second, then stepped back and smiled widely, but the smile didn't touch her eyes, and once again I saw in my mind's eye that unspeakable image of her from my dream, her eyes wide and lambent with lust for me.

What was going on here, what was wrong with me, and just as troubling, what was I missing in the whole Carys/Max dynamic? The whole thing seemed 'off', and I couldn't work out why (or perhaps I could and I really couldn't risk going there...)

I couldn't get to Bath quickly enough, there was just too much at home for me to deal with, and somehow I knew I had to be a long way away from Carys before I could even begin to unravel it all, I was certain of that.

Mum kept me apprised of the wedding preparations as I worked, and Carys kept in close touch too, and all through this whole thing I kept getting this odd vibe, like she was doing this because she thought she was supposed to, not because she really wanted to. Not once did I ever tell her to cut and run, or slow things down until she was sure; I may have been her big brother, but she was an adult, presumably old and wise enough to know what she was doing, and if I'd misread the signals I stood a good chance of permanently alienating the one person in the world I loved more than anything; I could never hurt her so, so I trusted that she was sure of what she wanted and what she was doing.

The wedding itself was probably what every girl secretly wanted: the white dress like a cloud of satin and chiffon, two bridesmaids in matching pink dresses and floral chaplets holding her long veil, a page-boy to carry the rings on a white satin pillow with gold tassels, and a cute little flower-girl in a crinoline and sunbonnet strewing rose petals in front of Carys as she approached the altar on dad's arm. I watched with mixed feelings; I was happy for Carys, honestly; she'd found and married the man she wanted, in the place she'd always wanted to be married in, in the dress she'd wanted since she was a little girl. To my shame, though, I was also nursing an acid brew of jealousy in the pit of my stomach; who was this man to come into our lives and take my beloved baby-girl away from me? I still feel ashamed at the memory of those feelings on my best and closest friend's special day.

I was also feeling a jagged edge of loss and sorrow; she wasn't my baby sister anymore, she was another man's wife now, and now she had a life that really didn't include me at all anymore, except as the brother she'd maybe see occasionally. That hurt the most, that empty space in my heart and my life was getting bigger by the minute, and I could do nothing to heal it.

Carys Elliot: Married Life

Mike leaving so abruptly hurt me; if ever I needed him, it was now, before my wedding; he should be there to reassure me, to keep me believing I was doing the right thing, that this was what I really wanted. The problem was I wasn't sure at all. Oh yes, I like Max well enough, I even loved him, I think, or I thought I did, and that was the problem; I needed Mike to talk to me, to tell me I really was doing the right thing, that Max and I were meant to be together, because I really wasn't feeling that at all, and I was starting to panic.

There was another thing as well, something I couldn't possibly bring up with Mike, with mum, even my closest friends; I didn't know how, or how to cope with their incredulity, even disgust if I shared with them my deepest innermost secret. Since as long as I could remember, and especially just lately, when I'd had dark, erotic, sexy dreams, my partner was always Max, but then he'd somehow morph seamlessly into Mikey, and we'd thrash and pound each other unceasingly all night long, to wake in a pool of sweat, exhausted and aroused, and then the self-loathing and disgust would kick-in; how could I possibly see my wonderful, sweet, caring Mikey that way, doing those things to me, and why should such a forbidden, electric thrill rush through me at just the thought of it?

He was my big brother, for God's sake, the rational side of me was truly repelled and disgusted by those thoughts, those dream-memories, but another side of me wasn't at all, and I was starting to listen more and more to that side. When Mikey had come home to celebrate my engagement, those feelings and fantasies actually crested at fever-pitch, I almost felt I was losing my mind, and when he left so abruptly, a small part of me actually celebrated his departure, because the almost unbearable temptation to hold him, tell him, take him was finally thwarted and I was safe again. Of course, the rest of me felt like I'd lost my one true love; I was seriously fucked in the head. I didn't know what to do, where to turn to, except Max.

Max was my safety, the one I supposedly wanted, the one the real world said I wanted, and part of me really did feel that way, but a large part of me wondered what the hell I was doing playing it safe with a man I wasn't even sure I loved. Don't get me wrong, though; all the above sounds like I was using Max and that wasn't the case; I did love him, I just wasn't sure I loved him the right way, and was that enough, or even fair on him? In the end I convinced myself I was actually in love with him, and everything else was just me vaporing and being a fraidy-cat, everything was going to fall into place eventually, when I grew-up enough to accept it, and so I went through with it, because I loved him...didn't I?

Married life was...good; Max was a loving and attentive husband, and almost without thinking about it I fell into his life fantasy of him and me and baby makes three, because sure enough, I caught one. I was in two minds about the whole thing; did I really want to start a family so young? I mean, I wasn't yet twenty-two, I hadn't really done anything, been anywhere, and suddenly this little thing inside me was where I was supposed to go and what I was supposed to be; is that really what I wanted? And yet, when I thought about what I was trying my hardest to see as a little interloper in my life and my body, all I felt was a shockingly fierce protectiveness toward the child inside me.

As my pregnancy progressed, Max seemed to be pulling away from me. At first it was small, subtle things; he was working longer hours, he was dealing with more, and bigger projects, and it was true, he was; all I heard from his co-workers was what kind of a workload he and his team were taking on, because with his firm the price of being able to dig the best holes was that they got to dig more, and bigger ones.

Max came home hours after he was supposed to, dog-tired and worn-out after a long day out on the factory floor, making sure his latest baby was coming along to his satisfaction and the way he designed it; all I got from him was a cuddle before he literally dropped off his feet and went out like a light. I left him on the couch most nights, which a throw pulled up over him, because with the best will in the world I couldn't shift his weight and walk him to bed, not in his exhausted state. So I slept alone most nights, after spending the long day alone, day after day and night after night. The only time I really got any attention from him was at the weekends, and even that was broken up by emergency calls from the fabrication teams on the factory floor because they couldn't understand something, or they couldn't make something work, and he'd be off, and I'd be alone again.

This went on, my new normal, until the baby, a boy we named 'Finn', was born. He was the apple of Max's eye, his son, but even then Max had managed to miss his birth, an emergency in Kuwait had him haring off the day before I went into labour, and Finn was born with my mum in attendance, and dad and Mikey pacing around and worrying, not my husband, not the father of my baby. I know now that I would never forgive him for that, and that really was where the end of us began. When he came back he was full of apologies, he really tried, but the fact was, when work called, it was more important than the birth of our first child, and I couldn't forgive him for that.

The combination of my resentment and his cavalier attitude to what was supposed to be our crowning achievement is where I think the slippery slope began. Max made all the right noises (when he was around, when he could tear himself away from his precious job for the very occasional evening with his family) but I could clearly see, and feel in my heart, that his heart wasn't in it. Gradually, fighting it all the way, I came to realise I was falling out of love with him, if I was ever really in-love with him in the first place, and that my baby and I just weren't that important to him, no matter how much he professed otherwise if I pressed him on it. The feeling I'd made a catastrophic cock-up of my life grew stronger with every passing day.

And so we stumbled along, both of us knowing it had all gone so wrong and not knowing how to fix it; we tried to reconnect, but to be honest, half the time I felt like Max was just phoning it in, that whatever interest he'd ever had in me had fizzled out, and now we were just going through the motions. We even tried to reconnect using sex and seduction, but that essential something was missing, and it felt false and 'play-actey' and uninvolving. One of our periodic bouts of sexual connection ended up ringing the bell again, because sure enough, I caught. Max tried being happy and thrilled by it, and for a while I really thought this baby would be the catalyst that put us back together, but then we started pulling away again, and I realised this new baby wasn't going to be the band-aid that papered-over the yawning crack in our marriage, that we were on life-support and there was nowhere to go.

Mikey was a constant source of support and encouragement; there was nothing he could or would do to intervene, he really didn't want to be the one to come between Max and me; for better or worse this was my marriage to salvage or let sink without trace, and nothing he could say or do could make Max love me again anyway, but I knew that whoever pulled the trigger, Mikey would be there for me, because he truly did love me, and I loved him right back.

I was almost six months along when Max finally decided to have that 'we have to talk' moment with me, and it was about as bad as it got; he'd been offered a senior post in the company operations group ...in Kuwait, and he'd told them he was taking it; he explained that it was him, not me, that he couldn't make our marriage work, that he loved me, but he wasn't in-love with me, but he'd never forget or neglect his children. Big of him. Whatever.

I made the token plea for him to at least stick around long enough to hold his daughter, but he was on a tight deadline (or so he said; I personally thought he was just looking to bug-out ASAP...) but he would set up trusts for my little boy, Finn, who already looked so much like his daddy (and, strangely, like Mikey too) it was scary, and his unborn daughter, Lara; if he couldn't be there for them, he was at least going to ensure they'd never want for anything; like that made it better...

With that out of the way and his conscience salved there came a whirlwind of packing and then suddenly I was a single mother alone in Ledbury with a toddler and a baby on the way.

Mikey came to my rescue, as I always knew he would; everything Max had neglected or seemed reluctant to do Mikey did without comment; when I needed time to myself with my back pain and aching joints and swollen feet he'd spirit Finn away to playgroup, or the toddler play-park, or just go for a ramble around town in his stroller, never mind he had a business to run; at least Mikey let me know who and what his priorities were. When I was too depressed or tired to cook a meal, Mikey would be there, whipping up something tasty and nutritious, dividing his time between feeding Finn and spoon-feeding and pampering me. Every day I gave thanks for him, and pondered, usually with a startling rush of jealousy, that someday he was going to make some lucky woman the perfect husband.

Mikey was my Lamaze partner when I went into labour, and when Lara was born, he was the first to hold her, not her absentee father; Max had mailed in a divorce application, I'd signed it without hesitation, and received the Decree Nisi from the court, now the Decree Absolute was in the pipeline, I only had to wait six weeks and a day and there was no going back. Not that I wanted to; Max had abandoned us, he'd demonstrated how little his family meant to him, so I felt no pangs of loss when the Decree Nisi came through the door.

I didn't even shed a tear, I was that unconcerned, I just sent off the application for the Decree Absolute and voila, I was no longer legally married to Max Elliot and he had no more say in my life, or those of my children. I had full and undisputed custody of the children, Max had even very kindly relinquished all parental rights over the children, which gave a big fat clue as to what he was really like; we were a mistake, and now he'd erased us.

With Max now finally and fully departed from our lives I had to give a thought as to what I did next. Max was living abroad, no court in the UK could force him to provide me with spousal support, and I had to hope he didn't decide one day to stop paying into the trusts he'd set up for the children, because if he did, again, I had no way to penalise him, he was out of reach of the UK Family Court.

Mikey came to my rescue. He grabbed all my bills, utilities, TV license, water, even the mortgage and just set them up for payment from an account he created just for that purpose; he even gave me a debit card so I could shop and not feel threatened when it came to feeding myself or the kids; the trusts Max created were educational only, so they'd only get the money if they went to university, and that would be paid directly to the university, not them; otherwise the money reverted to him, just one more reason Mikey had to kick his arse if he ever showed his face in England again; Max had never really taken care of his children at all. Without Mikey and mum and dad my kids and I would be living in a hostel on benefits; that was the legacy my husband with his six-figure tax-free salary on the other side of the world had left for his children.

Mike:

Max really did a number on my beautiful sister; he dumped her pregnant with a child in arms and never supported his children at all; he ran away to the other side of the world, scuttling like a lizard, tail-high and elbows pumping and abandoned his family in poverty; at least, they would have been except for one thing; I would never let my Rys go without, not like that cowardly bastard who ran the first chance he got. Still, Rys seemed remarkably well-balanced about the whole thing; my take is that she was just glad it was over and he was gone, and she'd bring up her kids according to her lights; from where I stood, that seemed like a good way to be.

We kind of bumbled along, and sometimes it seemed more like a marriage than a big-brother/little sister dynamic; Rys would call me at work to pick up stuff she'd forgotten, or wanted the kids try, and I'd spend the evenings chatting with Rys as she cooked while Lara slept on my chest and Finn clambered around on me. Going home to my lonely bachelor flat over the office after the noise and rumpus of an evening with Rys and the kids was sometimes hard to take, and left a peculiar, hollow ache inside me.

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Eventually I admitted that Rys and the kids meant more to me than just family; they were my lifeline to reality, a way out of the world of design and intense mathematical calculation I lived in. I was lonely, and Rys was my only outlet. The more time I spent with her family, the more I wanted; eventually I came to realise that it was her that made my life complete; with her I was 'Mikey, best friend, guardian, shoulder to cry on and hand to hold'; without her I was a solitary, lonely man with nothing in his life except someone else's family to take the loneliness away; literally, all I had was her. At the time I was too knotted-up inside to understand what was happening to us. With hindsight now it's all so clear, but back then, all I knew was I needed Rys to keep the dark away, and I couldn't work out why that should be so.

Rys was the catalyst for everything that happened, and it was so innocent, but it was going to make our lives so very complicated, in so many ways. It was a simple conversation, about Rys finding a job, of all things. She had money, her family benefits, plus what I secretly slipped into her bank account meant she had enough money to live reasonably well, especially as she didn't have to worry about bills, because I was taking care of those, but she wanted to feel independent; she didn't feel right taking my money, even though I would have gladly given her everything I had, she was my baby sister, and I loved her to death, but she felt a divorced mother of two should be more independent and self-reliant, so of course, she turned to her big brother for advice.

I felt a certain amount of kismet here; she needed a job, she needed money, but she didn't like taking my money, so I arranged it so she had no choice but to take money from me, as my employee. That's right, I hired her, but it wasn't a token job; Carys was a qualified business administrator, I needed a good office manager, one who knew what they were doing, and whom I could trust; it was the perfect storm, I needed her, she needed me. Kismet.

My office was, frankly, a complete mess, my interns were a bunch of scruffs who didn't know how to log drawings or file applications properly, they wrote their schedules on scraps of paper and tacked them to my drawing board with Post-It notes, my accountant only had a vague notion of my receivables, because invoices went out, issued by interns, and no-one followed them up, and so the people who owed me money waited until I rattled their cages before they coughed-up. As I didn't know which cages to rattle, none got rattled; I was owed hundreds of thousands on signed-off and preliminary projects, my accountants were miracle workers but they were fighting a losing battle trying to claw back what they thought we were owed, if I ever needed an office admin, it was now, and Rys fit the bill perfectly.

I offered her top-dollar, and day-care because no-way was I going to separate Rys from the kids, so we turned a spare office into a crèche and I gave Rys carte-blanche to make it as accessible and child-safe as she felt was needful, and every morning I collected her and the kids, brought them to work with me, and let Rys have her head to organise my life so I could get some order out of the general chaos.

My hunch was correct; within three months my office looked like a professional workspace, the interns were wearing ties and shaving, brushing their hair, and looking like junior architects, not a mob of scruffy vagrants, due mainly to Rys and her raised eyebrow; once seen never forgotten, and the boys just needed to be pinned to the wall once by that eyebrow to straighten up and fly right the way she wanted. My accounts receivable ledger started unclogging once she talked to the people hanging on to my money; Rys can be very persuasive, and occasionally downright intimidating when she wants to be, her standard response to excuses why payment hadn't been received was:

"You've had five months to set the money aside for an invoice you had contracted to pay, right now you owe us the value of the invoice plus 5 months compound interest accrued at 2% per week, all in accordance with the contract you signed, I suggest you read the payment terms closely where this is all explicitly laid out. This means your invoice debt of £5,000 has accrued £2,576.21 in delinquent interest, making your total due, today, £7,576.21, and the clock's ticking; however, I would be willing to write down £576.21 as a gesture of good faith and call the debt £7,000 if you remit payment today. I can send a courier to collect payment, no personal cheques, a notarized cashier's cheque only, or a direct transfer to the company bank details listed on the invoice will also be acceptable. I shall expect either by close of business today, or any agreed discount will be cancelled and you will immediately owe the full invoice amount plus any accrued interest, while will escalate on a daily basis thereafter."

Boy she was scary, but it worked, and the delinquent payments started rolling in. I was so delighted I gave her a 20% pay rise, strictly not-kosher and contra government guidelines but whafuck; I can pay my baby sister anything I like, so I upped her pay and threw in private medical as well for her and the kids as an added safety net.

I think the best day though was the day, about a year after I brought her in; I sat Rys down and went over the value she had brought to the company. Given the revenue she had generated by ceaselessly hounding delinquent accounts, and occasionally suing them through the courts, and winning, she had easily doubled the cash-value of the business, so I thought it only fair that she be a full partner, so the practice was now 'Kershaw-Elliot Associates' with my RIBA registration prominently displayed so no-one was in any doubt what we did.

Making Rys my partner ensured a lifetime free of worry and debt, and left the futures of her children in no doubt; so what if Max Elliot decided to weasel out of his family obligations, Carys no longer had to worry about that, the company coffers were stuffed to overflowing with more coming in every day as more and more commissions hit our desks, and fully half of it was hers; she'd earned it, and her future was assured.

The icing on the cake was a RIBA dinner we'd been invited to; the practice was up for an innovation award and several design awards, and the partners were expected to attend, so I handed Rys the company credit card and told her to get a top to toe spa treatment, and get a suitable ball gown, and don't forget dancing shoes, because I felt like celebrating with my new business partner.

The dinner-dance was being held at the Dorchester; the Royal Institute of British Architects is a prestigious club to be a part of, and their awards dinners were glam, glitzy affairs. We splurged and hired a limo, to take us from Oswestry, on the Welsh border, where my office was, to Park Lane, London because I didn't want to drive for four hours and arrive tired and rumpled, so we pushed the boat out a little. When I showed up to collect Carys I was stunned; she'd kept her dress a secret, and when I saw it I understood why; Royal Blue, but the exact same shade as her eyes, with a plunging but discreet strapless neckline, what mum always called a willpower dress, but she had the curves to fill it most enticingly, and a slit up the side to display her creamy thigh decorated with a sheer, lace-topped hold-up stocking.

The dress contrasted stunningly with her jet-black hair piled high and coiffed to perfection, and reflected her startlingly blue eyes, a more brilliant shade of blue than mine. She was hearing mum's diamond bracelet, and my grandmother's sapphire and diamond necklace and matching earrings, once more highlighting and perfectly accentuating her beautiful blue-violet eyes. She was almost too beautiful to look at; I'd always known my sister was a real looker, but that night she left me speechless. I was going to have to watch the wolves, they'd be around her like bees to honey. With that thought came once again that long forgotten pang of jealousy whenever I had thought of Rys dating or getting married, but now it was almost physical in its intensity. It was then I realised I wanted her, all those dreams and unresolved feelings gelled and I knew, finally, what I had been feeling all along.

Carys obviously felt something too, to judge by her startled expression when I took her hand, even through her matching elbow-length Opera gloves. I made a fuss about getting our overnight bags stowed, basically covering my confusion and blazing moment of epiphany, but there was still that look of puzzlement when we climbed into the limousine. I tried to pass it off with a lame joke about her being wolf bait, and she patted my arm, once again sending that electric thrill through me.

"Don't worry about that, Mikey; tonight, I'm your date, and I'm only going to dance with you!"

Now what did she mean by that, I wondered, but at her words a little piece of me deep inside uncoiled and relaxed. All the way to London Carys sat with her arm threaded through mine, even dozing a little as we sped down the motorway, and I spent my time studying and memorising her sleeping features and wondering if she was feeling what I was feeling. That and my persistent erection conspired to keep me awake through all the monotony of that long drive!

The dinner was as glitzy as I'd heard they were, celebrity guests and table hosts circulated around the tables, paying more attention than I liked to Carys, but then she'd caused quite a stir when we'd entered with her on my arm; all eyes swivelled to the tall, beautiful girl with the amazing blue eyes and the mass of tumbled and artfully coiffed black curls and ringlets. One of those chancers, some mid-level TV game show host even tried slipping Rys his number, but she giggled in his face and tore it up in front of him, telling him "if you want my number ask my partner, I'm sure he'd like to take you outside and discuss it with you somewhere private...where no-one can hear a thing! Bye-Bye now, Mikey darling, I want to dance, you will excuse us won't you, I only like to dance with my boyfriend!"

Casanova gulped when I stood up and towered over him, and he beat a hasty retreat, Carys' giggle following him as he dodged away to chance his arm with someone else's date.

I love dancing with Rys, I've been dancing with her since she was seven years old and wanted to learn how to waltz, so mum made us both learn on the basis that everyone needs to know at least one proper, coordinated ballroom dance, and because we'd been dancing together forever I couldn't surprise her; any off move I made she had a counter, she made it look like it was one of the dance moves, and so we danced and had fun on the dance floor with me trying to catch her out and her returning the favour.

This time was different, though; our whole dancing dynamic had changed; I wasn't dancing with my sister anymore; now I was dancing with one of the most desirable women in that whole ballroom, and it both unnerved and excited me. Rys could feel something, too, I could tell; the way she moved against me, the slinky way she danced, none of this was anything like our usual turn on the dance floor. When the number finished I made to lead her back to our table but she stopped me.

"No, Mikey; let's stay here, I want to keep dancing, please?"

Of course I wasn't going to argue; turn down a chance to dance with such a beautiful girl? I'd need my head examined if I walked away from that, so I took her in my arms again, and surrendered to the music, the moment, and the girl.

Carys pressed herself against me, which was really not what I wanted, seeing as I'd been nursing a stubborn erection, but she just looked up and smiled at me.

"Michael Kershaw you're a bad man! Good thing you're so sexy!"

What?

Carys giggled.

"Mikey, I know what this dress is doing to you; you can't even guess what it's doing for me, though! I think we'll leave after the awards ceremony, I think we need to discus something. In the meantime-"

With that she kissed me and not a peck on the cheek either, a full-blown, lip-locked, guy-girl kiss. A white light went off in my head at that kiss; no girl I'd ever kissed before had done that for me, only Carys, only my sister. The couple dancing next to us leaned over and the woman said to me:

"It took you long enough, young man! She's been waiting for that all night, so go on, kiss her back!"

I was happy to take orders like that, and so, for the next 30 seconds, or three hours, I'm not sure which, Carys and I snogged like teenagers in the middle of the crowd of dancers. Rys ground against me as we kissed, feeling what I had, knowing she was doing that to me, and her smile was cat-like, a little smug, and ready to take it where it wanted to go.

We won one of the innovation awards, for a play-centre and early-learning centre using modular designs in a mix and match format, and one of the design awards, for a single-span river footbridge in Bangkok. I took care to share the credit with my crop of interns, big guns were here and they were always on the lookout for new talent. Our practice had developed quite a name as a training ground for newcomers, so I was pleased, we'd received the recognition I felt we'd earned, and we finally had some awards to go in the bare-looking trophy case I'd bought in a fit of optimism. I put that squarely at the feet of Carys; with her running the business I'd had time to actually follow my profession. Really speaking, the awards were in recognition of her keeping us afloat.

After the flurry of congratulations, and more leers at Rys from some of the more inebriated seniors, we took our leave. I'd booked two rooms at the Cumberland, we still didn't make enough by an order of magnitude to book a suite at the Dorchester, but when our car collected us, Carys grinned and snuggled against me.

"Mikey, I hope you don't mind, but I...I sort of changed our booking."

I looked suspiciously at her.

"What do you mean, Rys, why?"

Carys tapped me on my nose with her fingertip.

"All this...this dress, all the kissing, I...I sort of planned it; Mikey, I can't do this any longer, I can't just sit back and pretend nothing's happening; we're not just brother and sister, and we're a damned sight more than best friends, and I've been waiting for this opportunity forever! Tonight, you're staying with me, and every night from now on! Let's just call this what it is, I love you Mike Kershaw, I always have, marrying Max was me settling for not you, and look what a mess I made of that; finally, now, I get to put it right. You belong to me, Mikey, fuck the 'brother' thing, I don't care, I never have!"

My head was spinning; here was the girl of my dreams telling me everything I'd ever wanted to hear, my heart was bouncing on cloud nine just listening to the passion in her voice, in the truth ringing in every sentence. At last, thank God, at last!

To underline what she'd said, Rys grabbed me and planted her lips smack on mine, and I kissed her back at least as fervently, no holding back, no brotherly reluctance; she was the girl I loved, the one girl I'd always loved, and she was mine, the truth falling from her own lips as she told me everything I'd ever needed to hear. I was literally dancing on air, no girl had ever reached me the way just had, and I knew, no matter what, we were never letting each other go.

We checked into the Cumberland at the top of Park Lane, right opposite the Marble Arch, a lovely, 'olde-worlde' Edwardian fantasy, all glowing teak panelling and figured Cararra marble, highly polished brass fitments, and glittering, romantic chandeliers. Carys was entranced by the room, and especially the view of Park Lane and Marble Arch, but we weren't there to admire the view, at least she wasn't; from where I was standing the view was all I could wish it to be.

Rys picked up on my attention and smiled seductively, before reaching behind her to unzip. I would have gladly done it, but she had a little show in mind. Carys unzipped and held the front of her dress in her cupped hands while my cock strained at the furiously sexy picture she made.

"Why Mikey, you naughty man, are you watching me take my clothes off?" she purred, and I grinned and nodded happily.

"Oh yeah, definitely!" I croaked.

"We shall have to see about that won't we?" she smiled, and lifted her hands away. Her dress slithered to the floor revealing her in all her naked glory save for a pair of sheer nude hold-up stockings.

"Oops, silly me!" she purred, "all my clothes fell off!" while I was left to ponder the fact I'd been dancing with her 'commando' all night long!

"Well come on, Mikey, don't you want to say something?" she smiled, but all I could do was husk wordlessly at her perfection; her body was perfect, not a stretch-mark or wrinkle marred her perfect skin, you'd never know she'd given birth to two children, her breasts were perfect, no hint of droop or sag, rather they were the jewels that poets rave about. She looked young, nulliparous, and completely delicious.

"Your turn, Mikey," she grinned, "don't leave me stranded here like this!"

I was out of my dinner jacket so fast you'd have thought I was training for the Olympics, but when I was down to my shorts she stopped me.

"No, let me..." she murmured, and when she tugged down my shorts she gave a happy sigh.

"I knew I could feel something interesting when we were dancing!" she chuckled, taking hold of me. I couldn't help it, but my cock gave a muscular twitch when she held me. Carys smiled naughtily.

"Ooh, Mister Hair-trigger, can't have you going off all half cocked can we? Let Nurse Carys take the edge off there, that's a good boy!"

She dropped to her knees and grinned up at me.

"First time Mikey, so we can have more later."

With that she took me in her mouth, really not the way I had seen this evening ending when I got in the limo this afternoon! Carys sucked me gently, irresistibly, her soft fingers stroking my balls as she brought me on. I was having real difficulty holding back; the girl of my dreams naked as a jaybird on her knees, my cock in her mouth, while she gave me the most exquisite blowjob known to man.

"Uh Rys...please...I'm going to...Rys, please..." I gabbled and instead of backing off she grinned, squeezed my balls, and sucked one last time and that's all she wrote; I went off like a busted hydrant, coming so hard I nearly flipped inside out. Rys swallowed as fast as I filled her mouth, as I shot what felt like a pint of spunk down her throat. I'd never ejaculated so hard in my life, it actually burned as it forced its way through my cock, the biggest wad of spunk in my life.

I sank to my knees, no strength left in my legs as I slumped down. Rys followed me down and polished me off, licking up the last traces of the torrent of spunk I'd unleashed.

"You taste lovely, Mikey!" she giggled, "It must be all those fruit cocktails I feed you, but now I need you to do the same for me, so when you're ready...stud...?"

The thought of holding her, exploring that body I'd dreamed from afar for so many years had me stiffening up again almost immediately, something Carys saw immediately.

"Whoa, that was quick, Mister Energizer Bunny, take it easy, we've got all night!" She winked lewdly, a broad smile on her face as she blew me a kiss.

"Now love me, Mikey, show me what that sweet-talking mouth of yours can do!"

I could hardly believe I was leading my dream-girl to the bed to make love to her, but I managed it; this was the pinnacle of my life and I hoped to God I didn't blow it, but Rys seemed confident and on board. Before she slid into the luxurious linen sheets she kissed me, and my head went straight to 'MAX OVERLOAD!!' at the sheer power of her kiss. I laid her down and began kissing her, starting with her succulent lips and working my way down to her marvellous breasts. Her nipples were like little thumbs, stiff and sensitive; just the flick of my tongue over one made her groan and shudder, but I wasn't heading there. Carys had waxed all but the neatest landing-strip of silky hairs, and the feel of them, lush and crisp against my tongue was turning me on like nothing before ever had. As I slipped between her thighs and dabbed at her with my tongue-tip she flowered open, her labia swelling and darkening with her arousal, and her scent, sweet and spicy, like cinnamon and caramel washed over me.

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Rys pushed my head into her swollen pussy, and I obliged, boring in and lapping at her, tasting and savouring her essence as I worked her up. When I flicked her stiff little button she almost bucked me off, a spray of her sweet juices drenching my tongue as she came in an incoherent, gabbling frenzy, the pulses of orgasm convulsing her pussy again and again, until she finally slumped back, flushed and sated.

"Oh my God, Mikey, I never...it was never...oh God that was wonderful!" she breathed, tangling her fingers in my hair and combing my hair with her fingers, "Now come here, it's your turn, baby!"

I hovered over her, my cock harder than it had ever been, my head full of the knowledge I was finally going to fuck the girl I'd always loved. Carys aimed me and slowly guided me in; God, she was tight! I slowly moved into her, taking my time and not rushing her, while she stretched to accommodate me; I don't have a giganto-dick, but she'd not had sex in several years, so I didn't want to hurry her, rather I let her take it at her own pace, but eventually I was fully embedded in her. We made love slowly, but with lots of kissing and words of love, she was the girl I loved and I wasn't going to fuck her, no, I would only ever make love to her, she was far too precious to me for anything else.

She loved the slow pace, I could feel her coming again and again, until I couldn't hold back any longer so I started to withdraw, but she stopped me.

"It's okay, Mikey, I'm protected, come inside me, I want to feel you inside me!"

That opened the floodgates and once again I came like a fire-hose, endless spurts of spunk hosing into her, filling her the way she wanted, feeling her coming at the feel of me coming inside her.

I slumped down, almost too tired for words, but not so tired that I couldn't pull her to me, run my hands over her sleek back, her firm, plush buttocks, her slim , sexy thighs, and kiss her as I fondled her delectable breasts. We dozed off in each other's arms, but that didn't end the night for us; three more times during the night we woke and made love again, sealing that bond we'd always had with the gift to each other of our bodies. When we finally fell asleep in the grey pre-dawn, we were fully sated, and finally, permanently connected in an unbreakable bond.

Carys:

Making love to Mikey finally brought my life into focus; setting him up and surprising him at the awards dinner had been fun, but it wasn't until I actually kissed him that I realised just how fully committed I was to making this work. Mikey made sense to me in a way Max never had, he'd loved me unconditionally my entire life; he was really who I married, not Max Elliot, and my marriage had failed because I'd never committed to Max the way I had always been committed to Mikey, I saw that now.

The one constant in my life, the one permanent fixture in my entire existence, was Mikey, always fixing things, making it better, and making it work. In every way that mattered, Mikey was my husband, he always had been, and that was why Max had never really stood a chance; I married him because I couldn't marry Mikey, I saw that now, and then I tried to fit him into a Mikey-shaped mould in my head. Of course it hadn't worked, because with the best will in the world Max couldn't be Mikey, he'd never measure up in my mind, so I'd let him go; the failure of my marriage was my fault, because Mikey was always top of mind, not Max.

And so this night, the awards dinner, that was when I chose to finally reveal to Mikey what I could feel coming back off him in waves; he wanted me as much as I wanted him, I could see it, bloody Hell I could taste it, and the dinner was the turning point, the end of all the pretence and procrastination, all the dithering around because no-one knew how to take that first step...

Making love all night with Mike, my Mikey, was perfection personified; Mike is a gentle, generous lover, and he coaxed responses out of my body that Max had never managed; it must be true; making love where true love is involved makes all the difference in the world. All I know is, Mikey took me to places I'd never been before, and he kept doing it. When I finally slept, it was secure in the knowledge that my own true love had taken my heart and kept it next to his. Now of course came the hard bit: keeping it from mum and dad until we could come up with a way to make it work. Finn and Lara were still far too young to care, as far as they knew Mikey was just another part of their family, but I knew for certain damned sure mum and dad were not going to be so blasé and easily accepting.

We had a day and another night in London, so Mikey took me and showed me around our capital city, from lunch in Chinatown to a flight on the London Eye to riding on the tube-trains to snacking at 'Yo! Sushi' and rummaging around Camden Market. That night he unveiled another surprise: tickets to see 'Jersey Boys' at a dinner-theatre in the West End of London, so we got to eat and sing along with all the classic 60's songs of Franki Valli.

By the time we got back to the hotel I was feeling very mellow and amorous, and sure enough, Mikey didn't disappoint; there's only so much a girl can take, but when it came to Mikey I was nowhere near that limit, and so we made love, and, not to put too fine a point on it, fucked like a pair of sex-starved baboons all night long! Mikey brings out the worst (best!) in me, and making love all night with my man was the pinnacle of my weekend. I was feeling quite wistful when the car came by the hotel to pick us up. Spending time with Mikey with no real purpose in mind, just enjoying each other was, I knew, going to be a rare and exciting opportunity; once the daily rounds of life kicked back in times like these were going to be few and far between, so all the more reason to savour them while we could. Mikey and I held each other close, made out, even snoozed a little in each other's arms on that long drive home, squeezing the last drops of pleasure out of what had been our biggest adventure so far.

Back home, and life slipped back into our work-life routine, but with a twist; Mikey had converted the top floor of his office loft complex into a large, self contained three-bedroom apartment, which meant I didn't have to rush the kids home at the end of day and get into their routine of tea, bath, jammies, bed, rather, we converted one of the bedrooms into a nursery-playroom, so if it got late for any reason, we had a home away from home. What that meant practically was that, to all intents and purposes, Mikey and I were shacked-up and the kids were living with us. Of course, we went home on a regular basis, we didn't want mum and dad getting suspicious, but they were just gratified that Mikey was so solicitous of my own work-life balance with the children that he'd made his home available to us.

We might have continued to float along with this arrangement indefinitely but then daddy got some bad news; he had a pronounced heart murmur, and he was forced to retire. Three weeks to the day after he retired he was out shopping in Telford with mummy when he started complaining of terrible heartburn, mummy made him sit down and called for help, but it was too late; daddy passed away from a massive heart attack in the seating area in the middle of the Telford Centre.

We were devastated; daddy had been the centre of our world since forever, when Mikey needed advice he went to daddy, never mind that he was a well-known and well-respected architect in his own right, daddy always had a fresh viewpoint and some sharp, insightful questions to make him think. My loss was just as immediate; mummy and daddy babysat Finn and Lara regularly, I saw them at least two or three times a week, to have him torn away from me was almost more than I could bear. Mummy was devastated; she and daddy had known each other since they were thirteen years old, they started dating in secondary school, they got married when they left school, but finished university and got their careers on track, daddy in manufacturing and mummy in local government before they started trying to have children, so they were in their late twenties when Mikey came along, then me four years later.

Mummy and daddy had been together nearly thirty-five years, they were their first loves, and now daddy was gone; poor mummy was broken-hearted, she'd lost her first and only love, her greatest and best friend in the world, and she was inconsolable.

I moved back to Leominster to be with mummy; it didn't seem right to be doing what I was doing with Mikey while mummy stayed alone with her grief. Mikey completely understood, he'd been about to suggest the same thing; mummy needed me and the children more than he did, his own happiness meant nothing while our mum was suffering alone. I loved him even more for that, but he was right; right then and there, mummy needed me more than he did, so I left.

The funeral was as bad as I thought it would be; both mummy and daddy came from small families, and they'd both been only-children, so there were no uncles, aunts, or cousins to fill the pews, just family friends and work colleagues, and Mikey and me to mourn daddy's passing. Mummy collapsed at the graveside, her emotions finally got the better of her, and she had to be admitted to one of the Spire psychiatric units because of her extreme depression. Mikey and me stayed away from each other by mutual agreement during this sad, dark time; life was complicated enough for mummy without risking her recovery by jeopardising it with our relationship; it sucked, we both felt it deeply, but we had to do what was best for mummy, even if it meant I was literally climbing the walls and going out of my mind with need for my Mikey.

Mummy's recovery and ascent out of depression was slow and tortuous, two steps forward and one step back was the pace of change, but we stuck to our guns; nothing was more important to both of us than that that we got mummy back in one piece; no sacrifice seemed too great if that was the payoff. What we didn't count on was just how unbalanced mummy had become; on the surface she was if not calm, at least accepting, but underneath it was a different story. The clinics and the psychiatrists never really drilled down too deeply into what was really going on with her, nor did they pick up any hint of just how much turmoil she really was in under the surface; daddy was her world, and losing him had destroyed her world and sent her spiralling downwards. She became quieter, even more withdrawn, retreating into her head every chance she got; I would listen outside her room as she chatted, laughed, and chuckled with daddy, told him about her day. I tried to get her doctors to take more notice of what was happening to her, but all they could suggest was even more zombie drugs, and God knew she was on enough of them. Thankfully Mikey had installed a locking drug cabinet in the house and only he and I had the keys, because I didn't like to even contemplate what would happen if she decided one night to go for broke and swilled a cocktail of some of those high-tension pills.

In the end, it wasn't the drugs, it was the loss and sorrow that took her. I'd checked on her before I went to bed, hugged and kissed her and brushed her hair while she clung to me and told me stories about how she and daddy were so proud of their little girl, and how much daddy doted on me. I kissed her goodnight, and went to bed. As I always did, I woke in the middle of the night to check on her, to find her unresponsive. I panicked and called 999, an ambulance came and bundled her in the back while I called Mikey and told him to meet me at Hereford County Hospital. The nanny Mikey had engaged to help me with the kids while I looked after mummy seemed to be on top of things so I climbed in the ambulance to be with mummy.

By the time Mikey arrived, and it took a while, it's a long way from Oswestry to Hereford, she was gone; her heart had just stopped, according to the AE attending, and she didn't know why, but the post mortem would be more revealing. I was in shock, as was Mikey; she wasn't that kind of sick, she had depression, that was all, how could she just lie down and die for no reason? Well, apparently she did; to all intents and purposes that's exactly what she did. The coroner recorded a verdict of 'natural causes', adding the rider that it was heart-failure, and that was it. Now there was just Mikey and I left of our family, my kids would never grow up in the presence of their grandparents, we were all that was left of the Kershaw family.

The funeral was small, just us and a few of her friends and colleagues, and she was laid to rest next to daddy. Probate quickly sorted out her legacy, mummy and daddy's bank accounts, insurances, and the house, which had been in daddy's family for two hundred years. I didn't want to live there, too many ghosts, I'd be bumping into mummy and daddy's memory wherever I turned, I had the house Max and I had bought in Ledbury, and Mikey lived in his beautifully restored and renovated eighteenth-century Georgian townhouse in Oswestry, the architectural project that earned him his RIBA certification, so we sold daddy's house and put the money away for Finn and Lara for when they really needed it.

Now that we had no need to sneak around, our relationship swiftly escalated. I couldn't bring myself to openly move in with Mikey, Finn was at the inquisitive age and he knew Mikey was his uncle, the wrong word from him in the wrong place could bring it all down around our ears, so Mikey and I worked out a living arrangement that allowed me maximum time with him, yet kept the fingers of suspicion from finding us. On Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I'd be up at Oswestry all day, and if it got late, and I usually made sure it did, I'd stay the night, secure in the knowledge that the kids' nanny was there with them, and Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday I'd be home with the kids. Finn knew I worked for Uncle Mikey, Uncle Mikey was his favourite person in the whole world, so he didn't ever think to ask why I had to stay over sometimes; Uncle Mikey was mummy's big brother, just like he was Lara's big brother, so nothing seemed amiss to him.

When i stayed with Mikey he went out of his way to romance me; I loved him, and he made sure to remind me in dozens of little ways that he loved me right back.; everything from little chocolate surprises on my desk to romantic dinners out of the blue, to roses and chocolates, to romantic picnics instead of spending the morning in the office, antiquing in Hay-On-Wye, or just an afternoon in bed with the interns conveniently scheduled to be somewhere distant so he could lock up, close down, and chase me around a little.

We experimented with different positions, something Max had never attempted; he was just a straightforward missionary-man, but with Mikey I got to ride him, to kneel while he took me from behind, his hands and fingers doing indescribable things to me, and all the different ways it's possible to have oral sex, the things he could do with his tongue and fingers to leave me a gasping, orgasmic wreck. Mikey truly taught me what sex between a man and his woman should be like, and I lapped up his lessons and demanded more.

I'll never forget the first time he fucked me outdoors, in a park of all places; it was early one Tuesday morning, before I was due to set off for home, we'd gone out for a walk and a last snogging session, I was backed up against a tree and I could feel him hard against me. He looked into my eyes and I knew what I wanted, so I unzipped him even as he tugged my panties down, a quick adjustment, a little feeling our way, and then he was inside me, feeling bigger and thicker than he ever had, and I realised he was as into this risk as I was; after all, any early morning dog-walker or jogger could have caught us!

Mikey fucked me long and hard until I was a moaning wreck, and when I came I had to bite down on his shoulder to muffle my piercing scream. Mikey groaned and pulsed deep inside me, filling me with his spunk in long, hot bursts; it was one of the best ever, especially as I had to walk back to his place with his deposit trickling down my inner thighs!

After that it was adventures in the park on a groundsheet under some bushes, against trees, against alley walls, proper dirty knee-tremblers that made me so hot for him, deserted shop doorways, any place we could think of, and of course, the memory of our dirty adventures and how anyone could catch us only inspired us to new heights in the bedroom!

Our life was good, and getting better; having Mikey three nights a week every week was a Hell of a lot better than no Mikey at all, and I suspect we were getting more out of life than the average married couple because it was always the anticipation, the sexiness of it, it never got old, and it never palled. We debated telling the kids when Lara was eighteen; I think they would have understood, I brought them up to be free-spirited, free-thinking individuals, not drones, but I always chickened out at the last second.

Mikey, like the sweetheart he is, never pushed the issue with me; they were my children, it was my right to tell them in my time and in my own way. Understand this, though; I wasn't in the least bit ashamed of my relationship with Mikey, I just didn't want to disturb the children's lives with a flat-out declaration of what I'd been doing and for how long; they were my world, but so was Mikey, he always had been, and I loved him more now than I had when I first declared my love to him.

Finn was a strong and fair-minded young man, but he was also, rare among his generation, beautifully innocent and not really that worldly, and somehow I didn't think coming out just then was a good idea, so I procrastinated and deferred, and dodged the issue until Lara was nearly nineteen, when it all suddenly became moot.

Carys and Mike: Found Out

Early Sunday morning, Carys was at home, packing her overnight bag, laptop, phone and charger, heading for Mike's place early, seeing as Finn and Lara had gone away for the weekend and weren't expected back until late. A discreet knock at the door caught her attention, and when she opened the door a large man in a black suit was waiting, with a shiny black limousine parked on the drive with the motor running.

"Mrs. Elliot? My name is Paul, and I've been sent to collect you, if you don't mind..."

He indicated the car, and Cary's grinned. Trust Mikey to lay on an extravagant surprise for her.

She followed him to the car, before remembering her overnight bag.

"Just let me..." she began, but Paul shook his head.

"That won't be necessary, please get in. The door swung open and to her shock she locked eyes with Mike Kershaw.

"Rys? What are you..?" he managed before the heavy door swung shut and the lock thudded.

"Hey, what is this, who are you, what do you want with us?" demanded Mike, and a monitor set over the privacy shield flicked on to show the impassive face of Paul.

"Please relax, you are in no danger, I'm to take you to a meeting where you will learn things to your mutual advantage.. You will know some of the people you meet there, and I repeat, you are in no danger and will come to no harm. There is a console in front of you containing cold drinks and sandwiches, please help yourselves if you feel the need, it's rather a long drive."

The monitor flicked off and the silence in the cabin told them the car was soundproof, so there was no point in shouting. Carys huddled against Mike, her eyes terrified.

"Mikey, we've been kidnapped! What do they want, we've done nothing wrong?"

Mike cuddled her, holding her close.

"That man said we're in no danger, but so far we've been locked in a car and abducted-" he opened the locker and stared "-and fed with smoked salmon and champagne! What the hell's going on here?"

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They snacked as best they could on the admittedly delicious food, and dozed in each other's arms, only waking when the car shuddered as it drove over some kind of grating. The car slowed to a halt and the doors swung open, where Paul and another big, burly man in a black suit and dark glasses waited for them.

"What is this place, why have you brought us here?" demanded Mike, but the large men just indicated they follow them. What followed was a long route-march through opulent corridors, up and down sweeping, elegant flights of stairs, and past huge paintings of fanciful shepherdesses and hunting scenes and women in elaborate gowns and wigs, to finally pass through a set of double doors into an airy sitting room bathed in sunlight. A tall young man with gold-streaked red hair stood up to greet them.

"Mrs. Elliot, Mister Kershaw, please, take a seat, we've brought you here to meet some people;" Mike bridled even as Evan said "don't worry, you know them well in fact-" 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 Mike and Carys' heads snapped around, looking directly into the eyes of her son and daughter. Lara gasped, instinctively drawing closer to Finn as his arm went around her.

"Mum, what are you doing here?" exclaimed Lara, hugging her as her mother was suddenly holding her.

Carys shook her head in confusion.

"Finn, Lara...I don't know, I was getting ready to go to Uncle Mike's place, this man with a car 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?"

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 large, 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 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."

Carys looked like she was about to object, loudly, 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 do 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 snorted angrily.

"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 reared back 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, Carys' eyes narrowing as comprehension dawned as Finn squeezed her hand in a more than big-brotherly way.

"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 Mike 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 Mike standing in the doorway of a closed-up shop in Whitchurch market, locked in a passionate kiss, hands roaming over each other, Mike's 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 feature 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.

Carys had gone white, as had Mike, the blood draining from their faces as their 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 Mikey's shoulder as one of the black-suited men nodded and turned away, leaving as silently as he'd arrived.

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 a girl's voice from the doorway, and a tall, slender girl with long, gold-shot red hair 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.

"Cary's, Mike, My name is Sylvie, together with Evan and my baby sister Robyn 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 go 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, several millions, 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 very 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."

Carys and Mike looked at each other, then warily at Sylvie.

"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. We know you and Carys would like to be together. This is your chance; we have properties in Nice, Cannes, San Marino, Saint 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? "

Carys looked at Mike, her eyes huge as all her dreams were handed to her on a platter.

"Mike...please?" she said, almost too soft to be heard. Mike 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...!" she laughed, picking her up and spinning her around, before turning once more to Sylvie and Evan.

"Yes, we accept, yes, yes, yes!"

Carys held his face in both her hands and kissed him once, long and hard.

"Thank you, thank you all, this is the best. day. ever!"

Epilogue:

Carys hurried home to the villa in St. Raphael, she'd just left the office in Fréjus with Mikey babysitting Morwen after sharing her news with him, she'd had to make him stay, her being pregnant always made him horny and she had a busy morning ahead of her. She clicked on the Skype connection and Hayley, Lara's best friend and self-appointed housekeeper answered.

"Hi Missus K, how's the baby? I saw the vids, you need to bring her home soon, I know just the most darling toyshop, as soon as Paul gets off the pot and knocks me up I'm raiding that place, you should bring Morwen, we need to do some damage!"

Cary's laughed out loud; Hayley had always made her laugh, so was so irreverent, and she adored Finn and Lara.

"Hales, are Lara and Finn around? I need to talk to them, be a darling and grab them for me!"

"I'll do one better, Mrs. K, I'll transfer you down there, they're still in bed, hold on..."

Suddenly the rumpled, sleepy-looking image of her children filled the big screen.

"Hi mum, what's cooking?" grinned Finn and Carys smiled and held up the doctor's reports.

"I am; tests confirmed today: one bun in the oven! I'm pregnant again, looks like you'll have another sibling to deal with, Finny, I hope it's a another girl, I really want another one, but if it's brother for you you'll have to teach him all the good stuff!"

Lara made the 'love heart' hand sign and Carys broke the connection.

"I have such wonderful kids!" she mused, and wondered what treats she'd whip up for Mikey when he brought their toddler Morwen home from the baby paddling-beach at Fréjus.

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