0 comments/ 40587 views/ 0 favorites Kiss By: cllatm She sat at her desk, doing what appeared to be busy work, watching the seconds and minutes tick by. Her clock read just after 5, as people drifted by her on their way home. She got the standard good byes and good nights and a few "What are you still doing here?" comments and a "Save some for tomorrow?" parting shot. The last of the stragglers plodded past her desk at 5:30 with an inaudible grunt of "Good bye, see you tomorrow." Her heart started beating a little quicker now, she had been thinking about this moment since late the night before, when she could not sleep. She had decided on the outfit that she wore late that night too. It was a white blouse, very professional, and a flowing black skirt, mid thigh in length. She liked the way the skirt brushed her thighs when she walked. She also wore black thigh highs and black high heel shoes. She got up from her desk, took a few deep breaths, and made her way down the hall to his office. His door was open and he was sitting at his desk as she stepped into the doorway. She tapped on the open door and he lifted his head up, a smile curling the edges of his mouth. "Hi there," he said as his eyes met hers. "I wanted to come tell you good night," she said, a sly grin creeping across her mouth. "Well, good night," he said. "Not so fast," she said, taking another step into the office, "I want a good night kiss." "A good night kiss?" he asked, as he got up from his desk, "I think I can do that." He walked around his desk and across his office to where she stood. He put his arms around her waist as she put hers around his neck. He pulled her to him, bodies touching, chests, stomachs and thighs, as his lips found hers. They kissed softly at first, their lips moistening one another's, his hands gently massaging her back. Their lips parted simultaneously, the tips of their tongues greeting one another, dancing, and playing. They kissed deeper, tongues probing, hands exploring, bodies pressed closely together. Then, she broke their embrace, placing her hands on his chest, gently pushing him away. He looked into her eyes, smiling, and said "Good night." She walked away from him toward the open door and said "Not so fast, I said a good night kiss, but I have my own kiss in mind." She swung the door shut and locked it. She walked past him and around his desk. She cleared off the top of it, not messing up his work, turned around and hopped up, sitting legs crossed, on his desk facing his chair. She twisted around and motioned for him to sit back down. He walked over to his chair, his eyes never leaving hers, and sat down in front of her. She leaned forward, elbow on knee and chin in hand and said, "Would you be so kind as to remove my shoes?" She dangled her feet in front of him and he took them one by one, delicately removing her shoes and placing them on the floor. She sat up and motioned for him to scoot closer, and he did. She uncrossed her legs and placed one foot on each of his knees. "Now," she said, raising the hem of her skirt just a little so it was above the tops of her thigh highs, "please help me out of these," nodding her head at her stockings. Starting with her right leg, he placed his hands, one on the outside of her thigh and one on the inside of her thigh, at the top of the stocking. She felt his soft touch send chills over her body as he slowly slid the thigh high down and off her foot. As he moved to her left, she opened her legs just a bit more, spreading his knees apart in the process. As he slipped of the left stocking, she just happened to notice just how much he was enjoying himself. Having completed his task, he looked up at her and smiled. She leaned forward, elbows on knees, chin in hands, pressing her feet wider, spreading his legs more as well as hers. "I want my good night kiss to start right here," she said, pointing now to a spot just inside her right knee on her thigh. He placed his left hand just on the outside of her right knee and with his right he gently caressed the spot where she had pointed. "Here?" he said; now tickling just a bit with his fingers. "Exactly," she replied. He slid his right hand a little higher on her inner thigh as he leaned forward, gently placing his lips on her spot of beginning. She felt his wet lips touch her skin; her spine tingled, her body becoming quite warm. He continued his kiss; she could feel his tongue lightly tapping her skin through his lips. He finished then looked up at her, "Mind if I move over here now?" touching her left knee now. "Go right ahead," she said, smiling. She knew she didn't have to explain her good night kiss anymore. She felt his hands find their spots, inner thigh and outer knee. She tilted her head back just a bit and closed her eyes, concentrating on the feeling. His lips touched her skin, so soft and moist, moving delicately back and forth his tongue, dancing and playing, just barely touching her. Her body was reacting, she felt chills and tingles all over, she was already getting wet in anticipation of what was to come. Her nipples pushed at her bra, her heart was beating faster as she felt his hand slide higher on her thigh, and his lips close behind. He moved closer to her now, moving her legs so that they draped over his shoulders. She felt him toss the hem of her skirt high on her thighs. She now knew her decision not to wear panties was the right one. He continued kissing up her left inner thigh, slowly, deliberately, his hands sliding behind her, cupping her ass. She felt him squeeze his hands around her, pulling her closer to the edge of the desk, feeling his breath between her legs. She was on fire now, throbbing and soaking wet already, aching to feel his mouth and tongue between her legs. Eyes squeezed tightly together, she felt his mouth again fall on her right thigh, kissing, licking, higher and higher toward her waiting pussy. He kissed light little kisses all around the edges of her pussy, above and below, to the right and to the left, his breath so hot between her legs. She locked her feet around his neck, pulling him closer, urging him to kiss her where she wanted to be kissed. Her body trembling and aching for her good night kiss. Her breath caught in her throat, she gasped, her eyes opened briefly as she felt his lips fall onto hers. She closed her eyes again as she felt him begin to kiss her as though he was kissing her mouth. She felt his lips rubbing back and forth against hers, and then his tongue parted them probing deep inside her throbbing pussy. He used his hands to pull her closer to him, probing deeper and deeper, tasting her juices, feeling her lips swell against his. He stopped kissing and began to trace her with his tongue, gently sliding around the edges, then over her lips, around and around, tasting her, feeling he quivering under his tongue, her legs tightly wrapped around his neck. He could hear her moaning as his tongue found her clit, flicking it back and forth, feeling it grow hard. He pressed his tongue flat against it, and licked in hard upward motions. She felt the roughness of his tongue against her, her body aching now, completely on fire, her pussy throbbing with delight. He concentrated on her clit now, licking, nibbling and sucking on it, rolling it between his lips, feeling her rocking her hips against his mouth. He slipped his hands back in front and used his fingers to open her wide as he dipped his tongue deep inside her, tasting her, feeling her squeeze down on his tongue. He would go back and forth between her clit and plunging deep inside her, over and over. She felt her body shaking as he played with her, sucking her clit and plunging deep inside her. Her legs trembled, her muscles tensed as she rocked her hips. Her head was moving back and forth, she was biting her lip as she felt him concentrating completely on her clit. Licking, nibbling and sucking, continuously, hard and fast, then soft and slow, she was on fire, throbbing and aching, ready to come hard. Her legs tensed, pulling his mouth hard too her, her breath stopped as her body shook hard. She came hard, lying back on the desk, her legs wrapped tightly around his neck. He played lightly as she came, sending chills all through her body. Still trembling and quivering, she lay there, breathing hard, her heart beating fast. His hands were on her thighs, lightly caressing and softly tickling. She slowly eased back up into a sitting position. Her legs slid off his shoulders, her feet finding his knees again. She smiled at him, gently pushed against his shoulders and he rolled away from the desk. He had a puzzled look on his face as she hopped off the desk. She gathered her thigh highs, picked up her shoes and fixed her skirt. She walked to the door and unlocked it. As she opened it, she turned to him and said with a grin, "Tomorrow, I'll kiss you good night," and left, closing the door behind her. Kiss Satisfaction is all about just enough and never too much and sometimes leaving with just a little bit of want left, that thought that 'next time I want to try... or maybe this with that would be good...' Yes, satisfaction is having and still wanting, and anticipating the next experience. A kiss should whet the appetite, should herald the coming attractions, should be tasting and exploring and intermission and starts and finishes and all the in between moments. A kiss can set the mood, and it can ruin the mood if neglected. Never underestimate the power of a kiss, a kiss to command, a kiss to implore, a kiss to heal, a kiss to begin, a kiss to surprise, a kiss to tease, a kiss to remind, kisses to move, kisses to follow, kisses to open, kisses to ask, kissed to gift, kissed hello and goodbye and kissed awake and asleep, kissed to calm and kissed to arouse, kissed into a fever and kissed until words are beyond reach. A satisfying kiss at any time is one that is fully engaged, lips and tongue and hands and skin and bodies touching or not, is felt in every inch of every part of every bit of each kissed. It leaves both satisfied but also in anticipation of the next one, it leaves just a little want behind, some appetite for later. I came late to kissing, twenty years old when I experienced my first one. He was quite arrogant about being my first, very full of himself and gloating that he would teach me all I had been missing. He did teach me, that is true, but only in retrospect really, as later kisses were compared, not always favourably, sadly for him. But I didn't know any better at the time, so his closed mouth kisses were acceptable in that moment. Looking back I can see that he was rather squeamish about a lot of things, not the least of which was kissing, but that is another essay for another time. My first kiss was a gentle pressing of his closed lips to mine, his eyes closed as well, and maybe that underlines the entire experience, closed, contained, restrained. But as first kisses go, I suppose it was pleasant, if not the world shaking event that fiction would lead one to expect. The first man to really kiss me like he knew something about something was actually my fifth lover. I dated him the Summer before my twenty-second birthday. I was the second woman he had ever had sex with, in fact, I was the first woman he had actual intercourse with, but the second he had ever fooled around with or done anything at all with, so it was interesting to me that he was such a fine kisser. He was happy to sit on the couch and kiss, happy to explore and experiment, happy to experience me as much as I was experiencing him. I suppose he spoiled me a bit, as he let me taste as much of him as I wanted, at whatever pace I wanted. I discovered that his nipples were as sensitive as mine, a surprise to me as I never imagined that men would have sensitive nipples. (why I don't know, I suppose it didn't occur to me that men would be just as mammalian as women.) I was allowed free reign to roam where I liked with my hands and mouth, to stroke and caress and discover. I always returned from my sensory journey back to his lips, to kiss him and be kissed by him. He could make me tingle everywhere at once with his kiss. He would touch the tip of his tongue to my lips, then trace his tongue just inside my lips, opening my mouth to him and then run the tip of his tongue along my gumline, a very sensitive spot, and then deepen the kiss to thrust his tongue against mine, mimicking the act we would soon engage in together, a teasing preview of coming attractions. He would pull back and start again, tracing, teasing, thrusting, tasting, making love to my mouth with his. We spent many satisfying hours engaged in this sort of exploration over the course of our brief relationship. I met a man who liked to wrap his hand all the way around my neck while kissing. It was a bit disconcerting at first. He would wrap his right hand behind my neck and caress the opposite side of my throat with his fingertips while holding me to him with his other hand. It seemed weird, like watching left handed people write with that awkward angle they use to hold the pen to paper. I spent a very enjoyable evening with a man who could kiss like there was nothing better on Earth to do at that moment than kiss me breathless. This might have been helped by the fact that he had J.J. Cale albums that we listened to while laying on his sheepskin and buffalo hide covered couch... the texture junkie in me had joy on multiple levels that evening. For hours we were on that couch kissing and touching and slowly exploring. I was engaged briefly in my mid-twenties to a young man that discovered the joys of girls with weird erogenous zones. He figured out how to kiss my ears and make me go a little nuts. He never put his tongue directly in my ear, as that is not only disgusting but risks an ear infection, but did show me that the unusual is a perfectly acceptable kissing opportunity. He would trace my ear with his tongue, then nibble all the way around the outside of my ear and then inhale, and oh my gods, that inhale in my ear would make me melt right into him, and then he would start again with the nibbling, the tugging on my earlobe with his teeth, and the breathing and then growling in my ear. (He actually brought me to orgasm once doing this, and only this.) By the time he moved his mouth back to mine to kiss my lips, I would be utterly mindless with pleasure and pretty pliable to whatever he wanted to do next. (There is the secret weapon folks, breathe in my ear just right and fuck my mouth with yours and I will follow you anywhere.) My longest lasting relationship started with a birthday kiss I gave him. I had intended to give him a peck-on-the-cheek kiss, but he turned his head at the last second and kissed me back, and then put his arms around me and kissed me right, and it was very, very right. He had a beautiful beard and moustache and I loved how his hair curtained me when he leaned over me in bed. I could pet his hair for hours, left to do as I liked. He would visit me at work or I would visit him on my breaks as we worked literally around the corner from one another, and kiss and fool around in his office or mine. Illicit kisses are delicious kisses. When asked what my favourite fantasy is, I am just a bit embarrassed to admit that I fantasize about kissing most often. Remembered kisses, missed kisses, anticipated kisses. Oh, I imagine other things too, don't get me wrong. But mostly, it is all about the kiss, baby. Kiss and Make Up "...and so, it is with a heavy heart that I hereby resign my post as your district attorney." The crowd that gathered to hear my public resignation in front of the King County courthouse was alive with gasps and mumbles. I know why they didn't see this coming, of course. I was only their D.A. for about four years with a great track record...well-loved by the whole county...practically the whole state! I needed to do this for myself before I lost control of my life and my mind. "You, the residents of King County, have been any prosecutor's dream to work with and I have loved every waking moment of being your voice of the law. However, as all good things must come to an end, there is a time for happiness and renewal. As my resignation is effective at noon today, let me help you welcome your new D.A., Ms. Michelle Clark!" An uproar of applause, whistles and camera shutters exploded from the crowd and I was finally done. I smiled my best smile and gave Michelle a big hug. She was good, no doubt, but it's not like we were good friends. We were competitors but no longer. She was about to serve King County for the greater good and I was finally on my way to living the life I had always wanted. The butterflies in my stomach were even more active now and I rushed home. We were having a huge gala at The House under the guise, of course, that our anniversary was coming up. It was the truth but I never really cared about anniversaries before. Now that I was free from the public eye, it was truly a moment worthy of celebration. I wasn't about to reveal myself to any of the girls or my clients but the fact that I didn't have to live a double life professionally felt enough like freedom. I had been doing this so long that it was just second nature at this point. I had to stop home so I could get myself ready for the party and to pick up one more important thing. I walked up my pristine path to my "normal" house and expected the door to be unlocked and it was. I stepped through the door and there was Daniel kneeling intently, waiting for my return home. I smiled demurely. "Hello, Daniel." "Afternoon, Madam," he said with a smile. Daniel used to be my assistant at the office but we mutually decided that my resignation would benefit the both of us as we are now a couple. Well...as much of a "couple" as we can be. We always had a good relationship with each other until a fateful night at The House when Daniel showed up at my door. For some reason, I ended up showing him who I really was that night. I felt incredibly stupid for doing so and am normally not that impulsive but I felt like I was lying to Daniel and I didn't want to do that to him. Once the mask had, proverbially, slipped, even though I took it off intentionally, I felt that I would be ruined but Daniel said he knew it was me the entire time. He later told me that, had I not come clean, he would have told me he knew it was really me before the night had ended. I guess I found that to mean that we had a deeper connection than I was originally aware of. Anyway, after all of that, we had a long talk and Daniel asked if we could be together. I told him, in so many words, that I was incapable of being someone's girlfriend but he surprised me further when he said that he wasn't interested in THAT type of relationship. He told me our night in my dungeon completely changed his perspective and outlook on life and that he wanted to pursue a companionship with me, not as my boyfriend, but as my submissive. Well...who am I to say no to that?! I started training him little by little...a position here, a command there. It eventually evolved into an everyday routine that neither of us had to work at anymore, which was precisely what I was hoping for. The best part was Daniel was such a hungry learner that it took no time at all to train him where I wanted him to be...and we were strict by no means. If he wasn't kneeling when I came home because he had to do something or if he was copping a bit of an attitude, I really didn't care. As long as it didn't become a habit, we were fine. He's been in my clutches before. He knows I'm no pushover...but I also know that life is too short to play by all the rules. We have fun with each other and that, to me, is a very refreshing change of pace. Daniel immediately rose to his feet and gave me a big hug. "So how was it? How do you feel?" "Ugh!" I sighed. "I feel so good. Like...it's all over, you know? I can finally...progress! I can be myself again." "Well," Daniel said, "You still have to be Lisa, you know." "I know," I said, "but at least the pressure's off. I can just...be. How was your day?" "Well, I ordered the limo as you instructed and it's coming in an hour so I got us some champagne. I figured you'd like to celebrate before you have to be all fancy-schmancy in front of the big wigs." I laughed. "Trust me, darling. All I have to do is be myself in front of those guys. They're living a secret life just like I've been doing." Daniel shrugged. "I suppose that's true. So...shall we raise a glass to your new life?" I smiled. "Yes. Let's." Daniel went into the kitchen to pour the champagne and I sat down on the couch for a while to relax. This party was so important to me. I felt like it was going to be the moment when all my troubles could melt away and my new life could really begin. Daniel returned shortly with two glasses of bubbly and sat down at my feet. I smiled at him and took the glass he offered me and we both toasted to my new beginning. After two glasses, I decided it was time to get ready. I don't have any of my usual attire at my "normal" house but I had planned for that beforehand so I had everything ready. I took a quick shower, dried and curled my hair the way it normally is done, pinned it to one side and did my make-up. I had even made a special outfit for myself in light of this evening. I made a skirt with a short black skirt underneath but, over the top, I had black wedding lace draped down the side so it was asymmetrical and gathered at the left side of my hip. I had found a wonderful silver pin in the shape of a flower that I put where all the lace gathered. I complemented the skirt with a nice black tank top and a beautiful necklace accented by purple gems. My mask, of course, tied everything together. It was all black and practically featureless with the exception of a slight bump for the nose and it, too, was accented by glittery purple flourishes. The final touches were, of course, my signature long black leather gloves and some nice black heels. I walked out of my room and Daniel was all ready, too. He looked very handsome. He was wearing a black suit with a black shirt and dark purple tie. He was staring out the window, seemingly lost in space. "Well?" I said. "How do I look?" He turned around and gave me that same look I saw when he first came to The House. "Ohhhh...Kathryn," he said, breathlessly. "Kathryn?" I said, surprised. "Darling...you can call me Lisa, it's fine." "No, no, no," he said insistently, "Not like this. You are...Kathryn!" I laughed. "Okay, well....might as well get into character, I guess. Are you ready to go?" "Yeah, yeah," Daniel said, still staring at me. "But..." "But? But what?" I said. "Well, Madam...I was just wondering. I kinda wanted to...I don't.....I don't know..." Poor, poor Daniel. No matter how hard I trained him, I still couldn't stop him from being so shy. "What do you want, my dear?" "Well, it's just that...I kinda wanted...I don't know. I guess I wanted to be...sort of...um...uncomfortable?" "Danny," I said, "Dispense with the bullshit. What do you want from me?" He kind of winced and said, "I want to be in pain...y'know...for this evening." I laughed. He had NO idea what was in store for him. "Daniel, you'll get what you want. Just trust me on that, yes?" I stuck out my hand and he put his in mine. I locked the front door and we went into the limo. When we got to The House, there were already tons of cars and limos parked outside. I was excited to see who was all inside. When we walked in the front door, everyone turned and, upon seeing me, all started clapping. They thought it was just because of the anniversary, which wasn't for another two weeks but, to me, it was because I was born anew like a phoenix from the ashes. Daniel kind of stepped off to the side toward where some of my girls were standing and all my clients were giving me hugs and handshakes. This was a brilliant party. The girls went above and beyond what I had asked them to do. They had the place wonderfully decorated and got top-notch catering for the event. I couldn't have asked for anything better. I was in a conversation with a senator when I heard "MOTHER!!!" It was my sweet Elise. She was dressed in a strapless pale pink gown and looked absolutely resplendent. She ran toward me and gave me a huge hug. "Elise!" I said, returning her embrace. "Oh, it's so good to see you!" "Mother, I want you to meet Brian. He's...my date." "Oh," I said, a little put off. She is, after all, mine. I wasn't quite ready to share her with anyone. "Brian. So nice to meet you." I extended my hand to shake his but all this oaf said to me was, "Wow. Sweet mask." I didn't say anything. I just kind of looked at Elise and she immediately hit him in the shoulder. "Stop it!" she said and dragged him away. Daniel came up to me and said, "What was that all about?" "I don't really know," I said. "Are they not allowed to talk about that or something?" he inquired. "The girls have never, ever mentioned anything about the way I dress. Maybe she was embarrassed." "Do you want me to go talk to her?" he said. ...my knight in shining armor. "No, no...I'm sure it's fine. If Elise wants to approach me, she knows she can." I did, honestly, hope she was okay. I took no offense by it but I was certainly not a fan of this Brian fellow. Maybe he didn't know who I was or what I meant to Elise if, in fact, I meant the same to her as she did to me but, judging by her reaction, I did. I took that as a compliment and would see to it later that she and I could talk. * * * The hours went by and the party went on swimmingly. All the who's who of Seattle society was there and we passed the time talking about politics and culture, the future of the city or even if the newest film that was out was any good. After a while, Marisa, one of my girls, informed me that it was midnight and I had a special plan for Daniel at this time. I walked over to the bottom of the central staircase and asked everybody to gather around. "First of all, I just wanted to thank each and every one of you for coming out tonight to celebrate our anniversary. It's a very special night for me but, obviously, this wouldn't be happening if it wasn't for all of you. So, please, give yourselves a hand." Everyone seemed delighted and smiles lit up the room amidst the applause. "But, moreover, I have a Guest of Honor here tonight. Daniel, if you would please join me here." Daniel looked surprised and a bit embarrassed but, nevertheless, joined me at my side. "I want you all to meet Daniel. He is the centerpiece of tonight's festivities. Please, I implore all of you, mistreat him well." With that, Marisa and another one of my girls, Beth, took a very shocked Daniel by the arms and led him into the living room. All of my guests knew what was about to happen as this happens at all of my galas. The girls had moved the St. Andrew's Cross from my dungeon up to the living room and, in no time at all, had Daniel stripped and strapped to the cross. He said he wanted to experience pain. He was about to get all he could handle. Alongside the cross was a host of implements...clamps, floggers, whips...anything and everything a person could ever want when it came to torturing someone and all the party guests, my clients, were experienced in how to deal out pain. After all, that's the main reason why many of them attended these events. Either they come here to submit or to dominate but when it came to handing out free flesh, it didn't matter. Everyone was suddenly dominant. They practically lined up one by one and, each taking a turn, doled out their own specific punishments to Daniel. I stood by his side as if to tell him that I was there to protect his best interests. No matter how much fun I'm having or my party guests are having, I will always keep everyone safe. After all, if it's not safe, sane or consensual, it's no good and I adhere strictly to that code. Nearly everyone who was interested had gone by and I could see that it was a good time to let Daniel down; however, one person remained in line: Elise. She had obviously been crying and she held a whip in her hand. She was staring at Daniel like she had demons in her eyes. I didn't question it. Perhaps she was just mad at this Brian guy that she had brought to the party who, clearly, ended up disappointing her. She approached Daniel and started whipping him. Daniel was writhing in pain at this point, having been beaten by about thirty different people but Elise, obviously, did not care. She laid into him stroke after stroke and, after just a few lashes, started crying. She was whipping Daniel so hard that she started to break skin and, as soon as I saw that, I had to intervene. "Elise, we're done now," I said, trying to hold her back. She continued whipping him. "Elise," I commanded. "Stop this instant." She continued. Her tears flowed like a river and she was crying very loudly. "Elise! Stop now!" I said and wrestled her arm to her back. Marisa grabbed the whip from her and I pushed her down to the ground. "I hate him! I HATE HIM!" she screamed. "Beth! Take Elise to her room and keep her there," I demanded. Beth grabbed Elise and hauled her up the stairs to her room. Elise was fighting her the entire way. I turned around and released Daniel who was so beaten and tired, he fell limp into me. I turned and faced my guests who all had a look of shock on their faces. "Please, everyone," I pleaded, "Enjoy the rest of your evening. Everything is under control. You have my word." With that, everyone dispersed into the main hall and I took Daniel up to my room. Once I had laid Daniel on my bed, I took off my mask and laid down next to him. "Daniel, are you okay?" I said, worried. Daniel was panting in pain. "I don't know...what I did to her...." he said. He may not have known but I knew what this was about. Jealousy. Elise probably felt like Daniel took me away from her. I knew the proper solution. These two needed to talk...on my terms. * * * The next day after, I assumed, everyone had settled down, I got myself ready for the day and went to find Elise. She was, of course, sulking in her room. "Hey Elise," I said, sheepishly. She looked at me and turned away immediately. "Hello Mother," she said directly. "Okay, listen. I know what's wrong with you and I know how to fix it. You're jealous of Daniel because you think that he stole me away from you. What you don't understand is that no one stole anyone away from anybody. I belong to whomever I deem worthy and that is both you and Daniel. What you have to understand is I lead two lives. Daniel is in my public life and you are in my personal life. What you also don't understand is that those two lives collide. I've always kept you safe-guarded from people I don't trust because you are mine. I keep Daniel the same way. Why is this so hard for you to grasp?" She turned back toward me with tears in her eyes. "I just thought that...I was your only one. We shared something special, Mother. You kissed me." I went to her bed and sat down next to her. "Elise...there is no difference between you and Daniel. I love you both equally. The only difference is that as your Mother, you belong to me. As....my other self, Daniel belongs to me. But you BOTH belong to me. Don't you understand?" She turned back away. "I don't want there to be anyone else, Mother. I just want to be yours." "Listen," I said, "You two just need to talk. Let's just meet down in the dungeon later and we'll all get to know each other a little better." She turned toward me again. "Why the dungeon?" I had my ulterior motives here but I didn't want to divulge. "Because it's my haven and it's where I want to be when you two talk things out. Can you do this for me?" She was silent for a moment but gave her consent. I told her to meet me down there at two o'clock and she agreed. It was time to talk to Daniel. Danny was getting dressed in my bedroom when I approached him. He looked like he was getting ready to leave. He turned and looked at me, infuriated. "God, what is it with you?" he said. "Why do you gotta dress up all the time? You look like an idiot! Take off that stupid mask already!" "Hey!" I yelled. "Don't lay your hang-ups on me just because you had some stupid fight last night. That is NOT my fault and do NOT insult me when YOU are in my house. Say you're sorry!" What is with all these emotions, I thought. He dropped to his knees and hung his head. With a heavy sigh he said, "I'm sorry, Kathryn. I didn't mean it." "You need to talk to Elise. We're meeting her in the dungeon at two o'clock," I said, still hurt. "Yes, Madam," he said. I needed to get away from all this for a while. I called up and met with my friend, Scott, who did all the construction for my dungeon. We went out for some lunch and had a nice long talk about all of the shit that was going down between Daniel and Elise as well as other things. I didn't understand how, in a split second, everything went down the drain but a few hours or so in the dungeon would definitely straighten things out. Once I felt I was comfortable again, I went back to the house. It was time for serious business. I dressed in a black suit with a red tie and wore the most ferocious-looking mask I could find. The face it represented looked like it could belong to the devil himself. It was a slightly distorted black face with bright red scratches all over it. I put black gauze over the eyes so, while I could still see fine, no one else could see my eyes. It scared me. It was sure to scare the living shit out of Daniel and Elise. I had asked Beth and Marisa to assist me in getting these two to the dungeon on time. I was there two minutes early just so I could be sitting there when they were hustled in. Beth had Elise, Marisa had Daniel. They both ushered them in at exactly two o'clock and were presented in front of me. It was my favorite part of days like these...show time. As I had requested, they were both naked and gagged with their hands tied behind their back. Having heard more than enough from the two of them today, I was sick of hearing their voices. I got up from the bench I was sitting on and paced back and forth in front of them. "So, " I started out, "It would seem the two of you dislike each other but both of you love me. So how do we deal with this, hmm? Surely trying to reason with each of you hasn't worked so now we do it my way." I grabbed Elise by her hair and dragged her down on to the floor in the middle of the room so that she was laying on her stomach. "Stay," I said and went to grab some rope from the wall. When I came back to her, I put her in a hog tie and left the gag in. Then, I went over to Daniel and dragged him over to Elise and had him lay on his back so that his cock was right in front of Elise's face. With another section of rope, I bound Daniel's right ankle to Elise's right arm and the same for the left. When I took Elise's gag out, I shoved her mouth down on Daniel's cock and demanded that she stay on it. She was whimpering but did as she was told. "Okay, children," I finally said. "This is how you play nice. Elise, start sucking." Kiss and Make Up She tried to turn her head to look at me and she was trying, also, to say something. I knew I spoke loud and clear. I knew there wasn't anything to misunderstand, so I bent down, grabbed her head and started moving it up and down Daniel's cock for her. "This is how you suck cock, Elise." She was starting to gag really bad, so I said, "If I let go, you had better keep sucking." She murmured something and I let go. She, slowly but surely, continued. I took a single-tail whip from the wall and started whipping Daniel with it while Elise kept sucking his cock. "Daniel, when you're ready to come, you have to beg Elise for your orgasm." He shot me a dirty look but they were going to learn to love and respect each other. They had their chance to make it all work out but now it was up to me and I was going to make it TERRIBLE on the both of them. They were going to give each other pleasure and I would give them the pain. I had no doubt that we would all be good friends after this. When Daniel appeared ready to orgasm, he tried to say "Elise, can I come?" but it didn't sound like much. I guess she knew what he was talking about, though, because she said, "Uh uh." ...I had a feeling this was going to happen. She was just doing it to be a bitch but I let her just get all her bad feelings out of the way. She finally did allow Daniel to come and, of course, it went in her mouth. As soon as he came, I said, "Swallow it, Elise." She groaned and winced and swallowed hard. Like I said...we were all going to really get to know each other down here. I lifted her head off of Daniel's cock and replaced her gag. I, then, untied Daniel's ankles and released them from Elise's arms. I kept Elise hog tied but kind of walked her over to Daniel's side. I removed Daniel's gag and told Elise to put her pussy in his mouth. I helped her climb on top of Daniel and she rested her cunt over Daniel's face. "Like her cunt, Daniel." It didn't take much for Elise to start moaning and moving back and forth. Daniel had eaten my pussy out before and I knew he was very good at it so it was no surprise that it was taking no time at all for Elise to get excited. "Now the same goes for you, my dear. When you are ready to orgasm, you have to beg Daniel to give it to you." By this time it looked like Daniel was actually enjoying himself and, even though I had taken to whipping Elise at that point, it looked like she was having fun as well. I think my mission was accomplished but I was, by no means, done. Elise looked down at Daniel and whimpered. He nodded his head and she came really hard and some of her juices were running down his cheek. I scooped up as much as I could and rubbed it all over his face. When Elise was done, I helped her off of Daniel, replaced his gag and laid Elise back on her stomach so I could untie her. When they were both untied, I told them to lay on the bed together. They did...and they both kinda looked at me like "Now what?" "Fuck," I said. They looked at me like I was nuts. "Fuck each other," I said. They looked at each other and then back at me...then back at each other. I was pissed. "This is not a hard concept to understand. Daniel, here is a condom." I threw at condom at Daniel. "Put it on. Fuck Elise. Elise, open your legs. Fuck Daniel. I am NOT going to repeat myself a fourth time. Fuck. Each. Other. NOW!" The two of them looked at each other and Elise made herself more comfortable on the bed. She spread her legs wide open to make her little pink pussy available for use. Daniel was about to take his gag out but I told him they were to stay in. He climbed on top of Elise and put the condom on. He grabbed her hips and slowly entered her. She took a deep breath in as he went in all the way. He slowly started fucking her and it wasn't too long before her hand shot down to her clit. A few moments went by and they were fucking each other really hard. Their entwined bodies were covered in sweat and spit from their gagged mouths. I was just standing there taking it all in, enjoying every bit of it as much as they were. Elise had at least three orgasms that I counted, if not more, by the time they were done. When Daniel pulled out of her, he laid on the bed and took her in his arms. I walked over and removed their gags for them. To my surprise, they immediately kissed each other. I smiled and was very relieved that their little rivalry was finally over. Softly, I said, "There now. Doesn't it feel better to be friends?" They both smiled and laughed. Elise whispered something in Danny's ear and he whispered something back. I was hoping it was an apology. ...because if they wanted to get back at me for what I just did to them, they'd have to catch me first. Kiss & Ride Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me. Your opinions are welcome but your attacks are not. ***** I'd caught a ride over to the client meeting with a coworker, but he was heading to another meeting afterward, nowhere near our office, so I was hoping to bum a ride to the light rail station. I knew Cindy had been invited to the meeting but I wasn't sure if she was attending or calling in. If she was attending, I hoped that I'd be able to bum a ride with her. She worked for another company but we were teamed on a project and I'd found that I liked working with her. It wasn't just because we'd developed a good rapport and had even flirted a little bit; she was cute and had a nice figure, so I'd definitely had some unsavory thoughts about her. Even though a ride to the light rail station would only take a few minutes, I knew I'd enjoy those few minutes with her. She did end up attending the meeting and was happy to give me a ride to the light rail station so I was sure I'd be in a good mood for the rest of that day. Little did I know. She pulled into the parking lot and into the drop-off lane near the station but, before I climbed out, she read the sign that was along the curb. "Kiss and ride?" she said, "What's that about?" "I suppose they expect people who are being dropped off rather than parking," I replied, "are being dropped off by people who they want to kiss good-bye." "Ah," she said, enlightened, "Well, rules are rules, I guess, right?" I turned back toward her, not sure if I was hearing what I thought I was hearing. She wasn't exactly sitting there puckered up for me but she had a look that seemed sort of like she was optimistic that I was on the same page. One thing for sure was that I'd never turn down an opportunity to kiss Cindy so, as I started leaning toward her, she started leaning toward me and our lips met. This didn't end up being a quick smooch before I jumped out of the car; it quickly became pretty passionate and our tongues were soon in each other's mouths. I was really liking where this was going but, if all we did was make out, I was going to be pitching a tent in my Dockers when I headed for the train. Fortunately, she apparently wasn't going to be content with a brief make-out session, either. "I like the kiss and ride concept," she finally said after pulling her mouth from mine, "but before you go off and ride, I need...more." I pointed toward a parking garage on the other side of the light rail station that was for the nearby entertainment district and suggested she drive over there. At that time of the day, we should have our choice of parking spots, some of which I was sure would be secluded and hopefully in a poorly-lit area. She drove over and up until we saw a spot that we both agreed would work. She backed in so that we'd be able to see if anyone was around then we climbed into the back seat of her company's SUV. The back seat was wide and spacious and we quickly had our arms around each other and went back to making out passionately. I brought my hand up to cup her small breast through her blouse, finding her hard nipple pushing against the material. Her hand dropped to my lap and massaged the rigid bulge she found there. We stopped making out when she put both hands to work on unbuckling my belt and getting my pants open. She reached into my briefs to extract my throbbing tool so I pushed both my pants and briefs down to my knees. She pumped it in her hand then lowered her head and wrapped her lips around my shaft, sliding them up and down a couple of times. "I want to ride it," she said when she released it from her mouth and raised her head, so I started to push up the hem of her skirt. I couldn't resist her long, thin legs and lowered my head to kiss along her smooth inner thighs as her skirt moved higher and exposed more. She spread her legs as my lips got close to her panties, so I just pulled them to the side, exposing a trim, light brown bush before running my tongue along her slit. She moaned as I slurped up the juices she was producing, repeatedly lapping at her pussy before focusing on her clit. I slipped a couple of fingers into her as I licked and sucked her clit, causing her to moan even louder as she grabbed my head and started humping toward my face. Her pussy was incredibly wet and hot when I started eating her and actually somehow was becoming even more so the longer I devoured it. I knew that slipping my cock into her was going to feel amazing. When she started tensing up a bit, I knew she was close to cumming. I didn't try to get her there faster even though I was anxious to have her ride my cock; I just kept up what I was doing, trying to make sure she experienced as much pleasure as possible. She let out a cry as she started to cum and her body started shaking. Her pussy was flooded with even more lubrication as she rode out her orgasm which, as I'd hoped, appeared to be not only long but intensely pleasurable, as well. I continued eating her until she'd gone still and let out a sigh, then raised my head and slipped my fingers from her pussy into my mouth. She didn't take any time to recover and, as I was straightening up while sucking my fingers, she was sitting up and sliding her panties off. My cock was standing straight up from my lap as I sat back in the middle of the seat and she moved to straddle me while reaching for it once her panties were set aside. We both moaned as she lowered herself onto my cock, my hands now on her waist to help steady her. As she sat on my cock for a moment, I took the opportunity to slip my hands around to her ass. I caressed her soft, smooth cheeks since her skirt was up around her waist, continuing to do so as she started to slowly move up and down on my cock. Her pussy felt outstanding, just as I'd expected it would, being so hot and wet. We had started making out as she gradually increased her pace, riding me harder and faster but not so much that it would become difficult to continue exploring each other's mouths with our tongues. My hands remained on her ass at first but eventually I brought them between us and unbuttoned her blouse. I caressed her tits and hard nipples through her bra then unfastened the convenient front clasp and got my hands on her bare flesh. Her tits were small and perky and her nipples were hard so my hands were caressing the soft, smooth flesh and brushing over her hard nipples. I'm not even sure how many meetings I'd sat in with Cindy, stealing glances at the swell of her tits or her ass clad in a snug skirt. I don't believe, despite the unsavory thoughts, that I ever would have expected to be fondling her bare tits as she rode my cock. I was definitely savoring it, though, and hoping that it wouldn't be a one-time occurrence. Her pussy, incredibly hot and wet to begin with, was becoming even more so the longer she was riding me and it felt fantastic. I could feel the stirring of my orgasm but really hoped that she'd cum before I got anywhere close. She was continuing to ride me harder and faster and I was glad we were in a fairly large SUV so it wouldn't be visibly bouncing. She eventually pulled her mouth from mine and threw her head back, so I moved my hands down to her lower back to support her. With her blouse and bra open, I was able to watch her perky tits bouncing as she rode me. I was pushing up into her each time she dropped onto my lap, continuing to relish the pleasure her pussy was providing. When she dropped down and didn't rise up again, it was only a moment later that she started shaking as she let out a cry. I felt relief in addition to all the pleasure knowing that I didn't have to worry about leaving her in the dust when I came. I hadn't been too close but my orgasm had definitely been imminent. She rode out an orgasm that appeared to me as long and pleasurable as the first had been, which I knew would bode well for potential future encounters. When she finally seemed to come back to Earth, she sat for a minute catching her breath and blinking away the fog brought on by her orgasm. She kissed me again then climbed off of my cock, but I wasn't worried even slightly that she was done with me. She knelt beside me on the seat and lowered her head to my lap again, engulfing my throbbing cock in her hot mouth. She started moving her lips up and down my shaft as she gripped the base with one hand and pumped it gently. She definitely left nothing to be desired when it came to sucking cock and I could feel my orgasm beginning to build up again. I cupped her breast as she sucked me off, wanting to enjoy the feel of it in my hand while I had the opportunity. Mostly, though, I was savoring the feel of her talented mouth moving up and down my tool. Since she'd already cum twice, I was able to focus completely on my own pleasure and I got the sense that she was doing that, too. It definitely didn't feel like she was just trying to make sure I came; she was skilled enough that she was drawing out the pleasure I was feeling without making it feel like she was holding off my orgasm and denying me relief. My cock was swelling even more as I was on the verge of cumming but Cindy remained unfazed and on task. Even when I started spurting into her mouth, her rhythm was not thrown off and she swallowed my load as she continued sucking me off. The level of pleasure was intense and again I was hoping that this would not be a one-time occurrence. I suspected that the two orgasms she'd experienced would help prevent that. Once I was completely spent, she let my cock fall from her mouth and straightened up. "Good?" she asked. "Fantastic!" I replied and kissed her. She sat back on her heels beside me on the seat, leaning forward a bit due to the low ceiling. She looked hot with her blouse and bra open, her skirt up around her waist and her panties sitting nearby. If we had been someplace where we had the time and the opportunity to get naked, I was sure I'd be ready to go again in no time. We were just going to have to find a way to make that happen. "I have a feeling we're going to need a lot of coordination meetings for this project," she said as she was trying to get herself back together. "I know what you mean," I replied as I pulled my briefs and pants up, "It'd be prudent of us to meet frequently to make sure everything stays on track." We kissed again then each climbed out of the SUV on the same side so we could give each other the once over. Once we were both presentable, we climbed back in up front and headed out of the parking deck. When she pulled into the Kiss & Ride lane again, we kissed a bit more then I headed for the train platform. Kiss, And Then... Jaime’s hands stretched above her head and she sighed. Opening her eyes slowly to adjust to the light in her bedroom, she glanced at the clock and realized it was summer vacation, time to relax, not worry about what time it was. Her long auburn hair was scattered over her pillow and she rested her arms on top of it, getting used to the idea of waking up. The noises coming from the bathroom were what really got her out of bed. She knew that her brother, Aidan, was home from university and was likely to be the only one at home at 11:00 on a Tuesday. She padded softly out of the bedroom wearing her pyjamas, a short tank top with flannel pants. While Jaime could never believe in her own beauty, she knew that she was attractive in her own right. She was 5’4”, had deep blue eyes, and her figure was just slightly curving out into womanhood. Her breasts were slightly large on her frame and very firm. At eighteen, most guys in her high school considered her a prize. But she dated rarely, preferring to wait to get seriously involved until college. Aidan was also extremely attractive, and during his senior year of high school three years previously, had dated every star cheerleader in the squad. His light brown hair, blue eyes, and athletic build made him the most attractive guy in his senior class. His dating didn’t slow down in college, and Jaime often heard him talking about the girls at school. Jaime walked up slowly to the bathroom door and heard soft grunting noises coming from inside. She smiled wickedly. Aidan was masturbating behind that door, and she was going to startle the hell out of him. “Aidan, is that you?” she said loudly. She heard him curse quietly behind the door and heard the rustling noises of being caught. “What are you doing in there?” “Uh, hey James,” he said weakly, opening the door. “You need the bathroom?” “No,” Jaime said fiendishly. She followed him down the stairs, furtively smiling behind his back. “Listen, Jaime, could you do me a huge favour?” Aidan asked distractedly as he avoided her eyes. “Stop listening to you masturbate in the bathroom?” she replied back. Aidan stopped and stared at her. “I wasn’t masturbating,” he said, lying. “Sure. What was your favour?” “Well, now you caught me off-guard,” he said, grinning. “Let me remember.” Jaime saw her brother’s eyes flick up and down her body. She knew he wasn’t spent; he hadn’t had the chance to come in the bathroom. He was still so horny he was staring at his own sister! Jaime felt her skin get warm all over, even as she tried to suppress her own desire. “I need you to pick up some computer paper at the store today when you go out,” he said, snapping her back to reality. “Oh, okay,” she said softly, clearing her throat. “Yeah, I’ll do that.” “Thanks, sweetie,” he said, leaning forward to kiss the top of her head before leaving out the side door. “I owe you!” Jaime stepped out of the shower just as she heard the side door close. “Damn,” she thought. She hadn’t thought to bring a towel in with her; it was only 12:30 in the afternoon and her parents wouldn’t be home yet. She just kept forgetting that Aidan was home for the summer. “James, where are ya?” Aidan called from downstairs. “I figured you’d be slow getting ready during the first week of summer vacation so I got the paper myself.” “Oh – okay,” Jaime replied, praying he wouldn’t come upstairs as she tiptoed down the hall to her bedroom. “Oh shit, Jaime, you should’ve warned me,” Aidan said from behind her. Mortified, Jaime turned around to see her brother covering his eyes. “Jesus!” Jaime jumped up and whirled around. “I was hoping you wouldn’t come upstairs!” “Well, I am too, now,” Aidan smiled, his hands still over his eyes. Jaime sighed. “God, Aidan, it’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before,” she said. “I know you’ve seen a lot of girls naked. It’s not like it’s a big deal, I’m just another naked female body.” “Well yeah, but you’re my sister… that kind of makes it wrong, James,” he replied, his eyes still covered. Jaime’s heart was beating in her chest. She realized suddenly how sexy her older brother was. He stood at least six inches taller than her, and she had always loved tall men. She suddenly found herself wondering how many inches he had below the belt. She walked up to him slowly, her knees trembling and her heart beating so hard she could hear it. Her hands reached for his and took them down from his eyes slowly. “I don’t think it’s wrong, Aidan,” she said softly. “Don’t you find me beautiful?” Aidan’s breathing was coming in quick gasps as he stared at his sister’s soft, young body. “God, James,” he said softly. “This is so wrong.” “How can it be wrong,” she asked him. “I – really gotta go. I’m sorry James,” he said quickly, turning and walking briskly downstairs. Jaime could have kicked herself. How could this happen? How could she have done such a stupid thing? Aidan would probably avoid her all summer. She might as well say goodbye to the chance to go visit him in the fall. He probably thought she was crazy. Jaime spent the day holed up in her room, refusing to come down for supper when her parents called. At 11:00 she decided to call it a night and try to get some sleep. She removed her flannel pants – it was a warm night – and decided to sleep in her panties and tank top. At midnight, after tossing and turning for an hour, she saw the door to her room open slightly and saw the shadow of her brother on her bedroom floor. She willed herself to stay still, to pretend like she was sleeping, to keep her breathing slow and deep. “James,” Aidan whispered softly. He was quiet after that, evidently he assumed she was sleeping. He approached the bed slowly after turning and closing the door behind him. Aidan walked up to her bed and knelt down quietly, looking at her face in the moonlit room. His eyes drifted down to her chest and watched her slow breathing, drifted further and saw her gentle curves under the blankets. Gathering his courage, Aidan touched Jaime’s arm, feeling the softness of her skin. She struggled to remain calm as his hand pushed the blankets down her body to look at her. She could feel her panties getting damp and hoped the moon wasn’t bright enough for Aidan to see the wet spot forming between her legs. But Aidan had no intention of letting her sleep. He shook her gently, waking her. “Jaime, wake up,” he whispered. Her eyes opened slowly, her breath slightly ragged. She couldn’t think of anything to say, so she didn’t say anything at all. “Um… we need to talk about this afternoon,” he said gently. Jaime groaned inside. He had come to embarrass her again! She would never forgive herself. “Listen… James, are you a virgin?” he asked. Jaime looked up at her brother. “No,” she said softly. “Are you mad?” “No, no,” he said. “Move over, would ya?” Aidan sat down on the bed and rested his hand on her hip. “We don’t know each other very well, do we?” “What do you mean?” Jaime asked. “I’ve always wanted to get to know you better,” Aidan whispered softly. “Yeah, I have too,” Jaime replied. “Well, I… I’ve always found you attractive, Jaime. If you’re looking for approval from men… I mean…” “Oh, Aidan, that’s not what I wanted today,” she blurted out. How could she explain to him that she wasn’t a slut, she wasn’t just looking for male approval everywhere she went? “I mean…I don’t know how to say this…I’ve been with a few guys, but no one has ever made me feel as loved as you do, and I guess I just wanted to feel a little closer to you, that’s all.” “Is that it?” Aidan asked. He was a little crestfallen… he was starting to get really turned on by his little sister and hoped she was turned on by him too. “Well…” Jaime turned shyly away from her brother, unsure of how to proceed. “I mean, I’ve watched you… no…I’ve seen your body, and I guess I just wanted…” “God, you’re sexy,” Aidan blurted out huskily. “Really? Do you really think so?” Aidan leaned down and kissed her, kissed her neck, her collarbone. Completely lost in lust, he could hardly remember seeing his sister as anything but the beautiful, sexy woman she had become to him. “I…don’t understand it James…you’ve got me feeling things I have never ever felt about you before…I gotta have you.” “Aidan, this is wrong,” she moaned softly, feeling her sex start to lubricate. “We…can’t…” “You know you want this as much as I do, hun,” he whispered, grinning. “But now?” she said back breathlessly. “Here? Mom and Dad…” Aidan’s hand slipped underneath the tank to her naked breasts and pinched her nipple, just a little harder than was absolutely necessary. Jaime moaned softly, feeling her body squirm under his touch. There was electricity here, there was sex and love and lust. Her body ached for his, and she knew now she had denied these feelings for too long. “Touch me, Aidan, touch my pussy,” she whimpered. “Not tonight, baby girl,” he whispered. “But be prepared this weekend. I have a feeling this summer is going to be a blast.” Jaime woke up with a slightly sore feeling between her legs. She had brought herself to orgasm after Aidan left the night before, but now, in the bright morning light, she was having second thoughts about their secret lust. She wondered if Aidan was going to follow through with his promise the night before. Crawling out of bed and shaking the sleep from her head, she quickly changed into a clean pair of panties – pink, her favourite colour. When she left her bedroom she quickly realized she was the only one home. Slightly crestfallen that Aidan wasn’t around, she walked into the kitchen and found a note from her mother. “James, Aidan – your dad and I decided to open up the cottage for the weekend. We’ll be out there till Sunday. Love you guys.” Five whole days with Aidan, alone. She wondered if he knew yet. Her heart skipped a beat, and she ran upstairs to jump in the shower before he got home. Just before getting out of the shower she heard the side door close. “James?” Aidan called. “Where are ya?” “In the shower,” she answered, her heart fluttering in her chest. She heard him climbing the stairs and heard the bathroom door open softly. “Did you see the note?” Aidan asked her from the other side of the shower curtain. “Yes,” she replied huskily. “They’ll be gone five days.” “Hurry up in the shower.” He replied, then walked quickly out of the bathroom. Jaime stepped out of the shower and dried off, then blowdried her hair. She applied a little makeup and some scented body lotion. Her body trembled at the thought of her brother touching her in her most intimate places. She knew he was waiting for her, but despite that, she got dressed in a simple skirt and tank top. No need to make it too easy for him. “You look great,” Aidan said as she entered the living room. “Took long enough, but looks good,” he laughed. She punched him lightly. “It didn’t take that long. What are your plans for today,” she asked innocently. “Oh, I have big plans today,” he said significantly, looking her up and down slowly. “Big plans that involve you being naked, little girl.” She giggled softly. “Should I get naked now?” He growled with lust, staring at her sexy figure. “Let me help.” Aidan grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the couch, laying her down gently. He lifted the bottom of her shirt and kissed her flat stomach, licking softly around her belly button, and slowly raising the shirt higher until it was over her head. She was wearing a lacy pink bra. His fingers rose to her nipples and pinched them slowly, getting moans of pleasure from his little sister. “God, Jaime, this is so wrong,” he mumbled. “Do you like doing this? Letting your big brother have your body?” “Mmm, yeah,” she moaned. “Lick my nipples, Aidan,” she whispered. She wanted her brother’s tongue on her pussy, but she knew better than to push him towards her crotch. His hands slid up her naked thighs and under her skirt, his fingers finally reaching her sex. “Mmm, no panties, little girl,” he growled. “Only bad girls don’t wear panties.” “Well, maybe I’m a bad girl and you just don’t know it…yet,” she grinned wickedly, squirming under the ministrations of his deft fingers between her folds. “Take off your skirt, bad girl,” Aidan whispered. “I’m going to lick that pussy clean.” Jaime jumped up and wiggled out of her skirt. Far from feeling strange to be naked in front of her brother, she felt free and sexy and beautiful. “Oohh, little girl, this is exactly what I like,” Aidan moaned, staring at her pussy. She had waxed her pussy nearly bare, leaving nothing but a tiny strip of thin, auburn hair. Aidan buried his face in her pussy, causing her to almost lose her balance. She held onto the arm of the couch, feeling his tongue explore her innermost folds, until he flicked it up against her sensitive clit. “Ohhh JESUS, Aidan, that feels so good!” “Mmm,” Aidan groaned into her pussy folds. “Fuck, you taste good, Jaime.” “Oh, God, Aidan, I’m…I’m…COMING, Jesus…I’m coming Aidan, ohh God,” Jaime whimpered. Aidan placed his hand on the small of her back and led her to the couch, helping her to sit down, her slippery sex leaking on the cushions. Jaime’s face was flushed, there was a slight sheen of sweat on her body. “I’ve wanted this for so long, big brother.” Aidan looked down at her pussy, looked at her breasts rising and falling with each sexy breath. “Me too, little girl,” he smiled. Aidan’s hands went for his jeans, unbuttoning the fly, and quickly he stripped the t-shirt he wore. “Oh, god, you’re so sexy,” Jaime moaned. Her eyes wandered down to his cock, clearly ready for her. It stood out from his body at least seven inches, thick and juicy. She leaned forward and took it in her hand, stroking it softly, rubbing the precum around the head. “Ohh, James, that feels so fucking good,” Aidan whispered. “Put it in your mouth, baby.” Jaime bent at the waist and slid his cock into her hot mouth, her lips slick with saliva, and began to suck at his dick. Pulling away for a moment, she said wickedly, “Are you sure we should be doing this? I mean, I am your sister…your little baby sister…” “We’re doing it now, baby sister,” Aidan growled, shoving her playfully against the couch and straddling her wet sex. He poised his cock at the entrance to her pussy, teasing her clit with the head of his dick. “And you want it bad, don’t you?” “Ohh, Aidan, mmm, yeah I want it,” Jaime whispered. “Fuck me, big brother. Fuck me, damn it. I need you inside me, please Aidan.” With one quick thrust Aidan was inside his little sister, feeling the tight wetness of her pussy walls clamp around his cock. Her screams were only drowned by his groans. Two siblings, together as one person, fucking on their parents’ living room furniture. Aidan grinned wickedly. He wondered what mom would think of this. “What in the hell is going on in here?” Jaime’s and Aidan’s eyes snapped open to see their father standing in the doorway. To be continued…