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A Cure For The Birthday Blues

By: beachbum1958



This is a slight departure from my normal fare, but not radically different, I hope, see what you think! I wrote this because someone asked me to, after daring me to, then double-daring me, and when they double-dog dared me, I had no choice, the honour of my family was at stake...

This is not set in the real world, the one you and I (usually) live in, it's a made-up place and time that looks amazingly like this one, so please, accept that there are differences between Monday to Friday, 9 to 5 world, and this one, not that many, but enough to allow me to play a little with reality; suspend disbelief and see what you think...

As always, if you want to make a comment, please do; the relevant, sane, or funny ones get left in place, the scary-weird, outright insane, and the gratuitously nasty get deleted, because I'm allowed to...

I have no issues with comments about my technique, storyline or writing style, they all help me to sharpen my technique and delivery, so please, on-topic and within the bounds of physiological possibility...

Many thanks to MRiceman1964 for his editorial skills and grasp of reality, and for FMCSI for allowing me to drop him into my world so he could play with one of my pneumatically curvaceous girls.

Enjoy!

BB1958

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Olivia was fed-up, pissed-off, and totally let-down; her 21st birthday 'celebration' at The Ministry of Sound had degenerated into fending-off half-smashed creeps who just wanted to get her on the dance floor so they could grope her, try to kiss her, or rub their pathetic little stiffies against her. 

Her two best friends had dragged her out to celebrate and take her mind off the fact that her big brother, Ryan was with his ship, in the middle of the Caribbean, chasing down drug-runners in the sapphire tropical waters of the West Indies, while she was stuck in London in November, an almost unutterably grim fate. 

If that wasn't bad enough, they'd then proceeded to get-off with a pair of escapee's from the creep-zone, real prize-guys, and buggered off and left her sitting there like a gooseberry while they were off on the dance floor getting their tonsils sucked.

Ryan always came home on leave for her special days, her birthday and Christmas, and he made those days for her; he always had a birthday present that was exactly right, like he knew what she was thinking about or coveting most in the world, and he'd have it for her as a surprise for her birthday or as her gift on Christmas morning. 

But this year was different; his ship, HMS Scudamore, a Type 23 frigate, was part of a joint initiative with the US Navy and US Coastguard Service, intercepting drug boats operating out of various Caribbean ports and secret coastal creeks and coves on the island groups that made up the Caribbean archipelago, and Ryan, in his new rank as a Lt. Commander, was Second in Command on his first long-term overseas posting. 

She sat there daydreaming about him, with some justification, she grinned to herself. There was no escaping the fact; Ryan was gorgeous; all her friends thought so, all her work colleagues thought so, and Olivia thought so too. There was no attraction there, she was sure of that, but the fact that they were related didn't detract from the fact that, taken objectively, and without the 'sister' filter on, he was truly fucking gorgeous! 

Ryan was tall, slightly over 6 feet, with just the right amount of muscle to fill out his shirts nicely without being ostentatious about it; the Royal Navy kept you fit; they had no time for, and no patience with, doughy specimens or flabby sailors; the first hint of a beer-belly got you PE until you were back in fighting trim. His hair was a beautiful dark copper, almost auburn, shot with gold threads, like their father, (and so unlike her jet-black tresses) coupled with dark smoky green eyes, brilliantly white, even teeth and his quick, shy smile, and pale skin that tanned easily, making him look wind-burned and nautical and interesting every time he came into port, the gold highlights threading his hair even more obvious after all that sea air and sunshine. 

It was no wonder he melted her friend's hearts and loosened their thigh-muscles every time he walked into the room. Half the girls in their school had thrown themselves repeatedly at him, the other half had been too shy to be so obvious, so made his life miserable by writing him hot little damp-panty notes, which invariably got found, subjecting him to the ordeal of having to stand in class and read them out; when they weren't writing him embarrassingly explicit notes, they'd call the house, and if he picked-up, they'd gasp and hang up.

Because there was less than two years between them, there had never really been that big brother-little sister vibe between them; they were (usually) best of friends who did everything together, shared everything, and told each other things they'd never have shared with another person alive. When Olivia lost her virginity, the first person she'd told had been Ryan, ditto for him, and they'd compared notes, checked on techniques, and generally laughed about how it had come about, and the embarrassing and squishy aftermath. 

When Olivia discovered that he was going into the Navy, like their father before him, and would be gone for four years, she'd erupted in outrage, and the ensuing arguments had soured their relationship right up to the point where he'd come home on his first leave, to find Olivia crying at the dockside, for all the world like one of the wives or girlfriends. 

After that, they quickly re-established that bond that was all they had after their father had died in that stupid motorcycle accident, and Olivia never again gave him a hard time over his time away at sea, knowing that he'd always come back for her birthday and Christmas Day, the two most important days for her (she'd tried making a big deal out of his birthday, but Ryan didn't really like celebrating his birthday, so, after a couple of abortive attempts, she'd given up trying).

Her friends were still just as relentless in their attempts to get him to notice them, though, and Olivia was by turns amused, annoyed, angered, and consumed with jealousy at the attention he was getting from all these girls, her so-called friends; didn't those brainless tarts know that her big brother was, and always had been, her exclusive property? He seemed to have half the pretty girls in the western hemisphere chucking themselves at him, and all she seemed to be was a loser-magnet with a penchant for getting into relationships with the wrong guy, with a half-life of about 2 months, almost invariably imploding once that magic number was reached. 

And yet she couldn't understand why; she had a great, in fact a superb, arse, two round, firm, tight globes of flesh that caused instant erections whenever she wore a bikini at the beach, firm, and protruding 34 C-cup breasts that shone in your face like lamps from afar, with nipples like a pair of fingertips, almost permanently erect, fat, firm, and ripe for sucking; everyone knew when Olivia was around, her body stood out like a moth on a cinema screen from all the other girls around, her slim waist and trim, rounded hips making her breasts seem larger than they were. 

She was darker than Ryan, a legacy from their Welsh mother, with olive skin, dark smoky, green-hazel eyes, generous, up-curving dark coral lips, and wide, high cheekbones, finished-off with masses of raven tresses tumbled down her back like a midnight waterfall, the black almost blue in its intensity. She thought her face was too wide, but every man who'd ever checked her out thought the same thing; she looked sultry, mysterious, exotic and desirable.

So why did she always end-up with dead-beats, losers, idiots, and complete tossers, none of whom could hold a candle to her brother? She sighed as she contemplated the fact that Ryan was probably the perfect man for her, and yet denied to her forever by an accident of birth. Oh well, time to go home, another night at home alone, with a crappy film on TV and a microwave meal, and her plastic boyfriend for company. 

She could have taken any man there home with her; they were practically making the dance floor slick with drool just staring at her in her party-girl/Ibiza Club-Slut micro-dress, but the choice of available men there ranged from 'You have got to be joking!' through 'Dream on, Dickhead!' to 'Oh ick, no, fuck off!' 

If the current crop was anything to go by, it appeared to be glaringly true what the magazines said about straight London men; they were either completely feckless wankers, nice guys but taken, or alone and available for a very good reason...

Her girlfriends didn't even notice her leaving, their faces were busily being eaten by the two spotty specimens who'd zeroed-in on them and Olivia as they came into the club, and had captured her friends when she'd made it clear that it was never going to happen, with either of them, not even if she were dead. 

Olivia arrived home in a foul mood; her birthday had been a complete bust. Without Ryan there it hadn't felt like her birthday, just another pointless Friday night clubbing, and she was torn between the desire to scream out her frustration, and cry with the loneliness of it, the tedium of her life, the job she hated, with bosses constantly eyeing her up, never quite crossing the line into harassment, but stripping her daily with their eyes, endless muted comments that weren't quite sexual innuendo, and girls who hated her because they thought she was sleeping with the bosses, bosses who passed her over for promotion because she wouldn't, and on top of it all, a milestone birthday that had failed to deliver in every single respect.

Olivia stripped-off her club dress, white lace thong and hold-ups, and turned the shower on, as hot as she could bear it, unpinning her hair and removing all her jewellery before stepping into the cubicle, letting the needle jets pummel and massage her as she slowly turned under it, relaxing and de-stressing as she did. Almost without conscious thought, her hands began slowly sliding over her body, the sensation as they glided over her flanks and belly pleasurable and comforting. Without conscious thought, her hands slid up her torso to cup and squeeze her breasts, her nipples standing up painfully as she brushed them, the tingle reaching all the way down inside her to her pussy which began an insistent, low-level throbbing, matching the suddenly amplified beat of her heart in her ears.

Now her hand slipped down lower, lower, until one finger slid and skittered along the crease of her labia, the lips suddenly soft and sensitive as she slid her fingers between the suddenly widening cleft, her pussy tingling as her arousal grew. Olivia closed her eyes as she squeezed and rubbed her nipples, the lover of her mind's eye making her hot and ready for what she needed most, building her toward that release. 

Her questing fingers slowly slid across her distended clitoris, making her jump and hiss at the sharp zing of pleasure, then returned to slowly, slowly rub and tease at it, feeling the throb and cascade of pleasure as she rubbed more and more, her breath sobbing and hissing as she approached that place, the shadowy image of her lover suddenly revealing himself as Ryan, his lips on her nipples as his surging, muscular cock plunged into her. 

Olivia screamed as she came, her pussy spasming as the fantasy Ryan pounded into her, dream-cock filling her and rolling her orgasm on and on, her pussy, her breasts, her entire body on fire as she sobbed and shuddered in the throes of her gigantic orgasm, her pussy pulsing in time to the thrusts of dream-Ryan's solid, muscular cock.

She slumped against the cool wall of the cubicle, gasping with the intensity of her release, thoroughly disgusted and appalled that she'd come so volcanically at the thought of her brother pounding his imagined cock into her, yet also wondering if this was what she'd been trying to tell herself for so long? The orgasm was real, there was no doubt about that! Perhaps the reason behind it was also...?

She shook her head to clear it, on impulse reaching out to flick the temperature switch to 'Low', and gasped as a spray of frigid water bathed her in chill, clearing her head and cooling her down after the overheated episode just past. She suffered the chill spray a few moments more as her head cleared, then flicked the switch back to 'Normal', luxuriating as the hot spray once more enveloped her, taking the edge off the chill.

She stepped out of the cubicle and draped a bath sheet around herself, wrapping another towel around her hair as she padded out of the bathroom into her bedroom. As she sat on the bed towelling her hair before blow-drying it, Olivia pondered on what had made her come so hard, like never before, in fact. She felt disgusted, unclean, somehow soiled, but if she was being completely honest with herself, she couldn't deny, she'd been hugely turned on by the thought; even now, much as she tried to deny it, the thought of Ryan, as she'd imagined him, pounding his cock into her, made her feel distinctly hot and bothered all over again.

Olivia resolutely put thoughts of Ryan from her head. He's your brother, for fuck's sake, what kind of sick bitch are you? she asked herself, throwing her towel across a chair as she dried her hair, letting the blast of hot air relax her and wind her down for sleep. Finished at last, she slipped on a pair of panties and an oversized tee-shirt, one of Ryan's, in fact, and slid between the covers, flicking off the lamp on the nightstand.

She came awake with a start, instantly awake and alert, lying on her back with her arms above her head, trying to work out what it was that woke her so completely. She tried to reach out to switch on the lamp, to discover her hands were immobilised, something soft and unyielding clamped about her wrists. At the same time she realised she had something about her head, a blindfold of some sort, and, yes, her legs were immobilised too, the same soft, unyielding restraints around her ankles. Olivia opened her mouth to scream, and a soft hand clamped down gently over her lips.

"Ssshhh, you're okay, you're not going to get hurt, trust me!" a barely audible whisper breathed in her ear.

Olivia tried to struggle, but, as she was almost totally immobilised, all she did was bounce a little on the mattress.

"Calm down, please, no-one's going to hurt you, I promise you!" hissed that barely audible whisper again, and, strangely, the sound of it did calm her. For some reason she believed whoever it was, so she lay still, waiting to see what came next. 

She didn't have long to wait. The bed creaked as another body climbed onto it, she felt two hands take hold of the hem of her tee, and then, with a heave, tore it open up to the neck, exposing her breasts and suddenly stiff nipples. Now she heard the sound of scissors, and flinched as something cold touched her hip, then felt the pressure of her panties' waistband disappear. The same on the other hip; he was cutting her panties away! 

Whoever it was took hold of the tattered panties and pulled them out from under her to leave her waxed mound unprotected, open to the night air. She could feel every current of air on her suddenly tender labia and throbbing nipples; she'd fantasised often enough about something like this, the fantasy inevitably becoming more detailed and involved as the years progressed, and now it was happening. Would it be anything like she hoped? All she knew was that whoever it was, she hoped he wouldn't be rough, or hurt her before he'd finished.

And now he was kissing her! The unknown man had soft, gentle lips, and he kissed her tenderly, almost lovingly, in a line from the hollow of her throat to the valley between her breasts, then under each breast in turn, his warm breath tantalising her nipples in turn, before slowly kissing and licking her nipples, her gasp loud in the night silence as he sucked one nipple into his mouth, rubbing the end with the flat of his tongue as his fingers teased and squeezed the other, the sensations shooting straight to her pussy and making it itch and crawl as her labia swelled and flowered open in arousal. 

Still rubbing and squeezing her fat nipple, the man slowly kissed his way down her torso, Olivia squirming in delight as he ticked all her boxes, his tongue and lips delighting her in their slow, tantalising journey down her body. When his lips reached her navel, she squirmed and bucked as his tongue lashed around inside, exploring the recesses of her sexy jewel of a navel. Always before, anyone doing this would have had her in uncontrollable giggles as they found her most ticklish spot, but now, now it was hot and arousing. He continued down, kissing and gently lapping at her smoothly rounded stomach, until, with a gasp of pure ecstasy from her, his tongue-tip slid into the crease between her labia and lapped lightly at the hood of her throbbing clitoris. 

He licked and lapped lightly, jolts of pleasure shooting through her at each stabbing lick of his tongue, light as it was, the pressure building as he licked and tasted her. Olivia was almost delirious with pleasure; whoever he was, he knew exactly how to please her, something none of her previous boyfriends had learned; she was always the trophy girlfriend, the 'look what I've got' girl for them to display to their friends, and their bedroom abilities were woefully lacking.

But this man, now, he knew exactly how to please a woman, how to tease and arouse her, and as he bored in, driving her into a frenzy of sexual abandon, she thrashed about on the bed, the restraints adding a new dimension to her sexual pleasure; unable to move or react physically, she was however free to experience every nuance of his tongue and lips on her, to draw the maximum sensation and pleasure from the tiniest touch or the slightest breath on her exposed vulva. 

Her juices were running freely as she pushed her crotch as hard into his face as she could, and he accepted her offer, his tongue sliding inside her to lick and rub against her inner lips, something no other lover had ever tried or wanted to do.

She felt him shift his whole body so he was now lying between her splayed-open thighs, his hands holding her cheeks as he held her crotch up against his mouth, his tongue alternately probing inside her, and lapping long, flat licks from the tight, wrinkled little knot of her anus to her throbbing clitoris, driving her wild, her teeth clenched with the effort to not scream at him to fuck her, hard, make her come there and then! 

He continued to lick and push his tongue inside her, the movements of his tongue inside her almost unbearably pleasurable, her orgasm building higher and higher, until she was almost out of her mind with the need for release, and when his pointed tongue tip finally pushed deep into her tight little anus as his fingers lightly caressed her clitoris, that was the last straw. 

Olivia came with a strangled, guttural shriek, her pussy spasming and fluttering as she gave herself up to an orgasm like she'd never known before, her hips pounding the bed as her juices flooded out of her.

Her unknown lover moved over her, his body gradually lowering onto hers as his lips came into contact with her own, a tender, almost loving kiss brushing her lips, the taste of her own excitement mingled with sweet breath and a hint of something familiar. He licked the tip of her nose and whispered softly, almost inaudibly "My turn!"

Olivia felt the bed move again as he got up, and then the soft, subtle sounds of cloth rustling, and realised he was getting undressed. After a long moment, she started as a gentle finger lightly traced along her jawline and up to her chin, to lightly rub her bottom lip and slowly slip inside her mouth. Olivia sucked on the finger, feeling him slowly prising her jaws apart, before withdrawing the finger.


A Cure For The Birthday Blues Ch. 02



This is the continuation that people have been asking about for quite a while now, and it's also the conclusion; I sincerely hope it was worth the wait. I would like to give my heartfelt thanks to GrandTeton for his editing patience, and his verbal raised eyebrow at some of the things I originally wrote, and his subsequent suggestions for changes that actually made this readable and coherent; that this is legible at all is due to his dragging me around and pointing patiently at where the punctuation is supposed to go. I would also like to thank him for his continued sanity-checking of me, sometimes I really need it...

Please note that, as always, this is not the real world, it's my world, so things happen the way I want them to; sometimes they act like they would in the real world, and other times, well...

I you liked this please rate it, if you didn't please tell me why. I welcome all comment, some I take to heart, some I read and blatantly ignore, and some I doubt the sanity of altogether, and if you want to be rude, nasty, negative or just plain bonkers, please, be my guest; if you want to be rude and funny, I welcome those even more. I do answer all emails, so if you want a reply, please make sure you add your contact details.

Finally, please, read and have fun, 

beachbum1958

*****

Ryan was worried. Olivia hardly spoke these days, all she did was drift around the house like a ghost, mechanically caring for baby Jack, and sitting in silence with him at meals, barely commenting on anything he said. He asked her repeatedly what was wrong, but all he ever got in return was a distracted "nothing, I'm fine..."

Things had begun to turn this way soon after the birth of Jack. Before he was born, Olivia had been her usual self: warm, witty, funny, concerned, interested in him, his day, everything about him. After the birth, though, she'd become withdrawn, silent, uncommunicative, spending all her time either caring for Jack or working out almost constantly in the gym in the basement of the complex they lived in; she'd become almost obsessed with shedding the already negligible baby weight she'd gained.

More troubling to Ryan was the fact that her libido seemed to have drained-away to nothing; they'd been having incredible, mutually satisfying sex almost right up to the point she was wheeled into the delivery room, but after the eight-week period mandated by the Obstetrician, she'd shown no inclination to resume a sexual relationship with him, and had continued to rebuff him. 

Three months had passed since Jack was born, and Ryan was almost climbing the walls with frustration and pent-up need.Yet Olivia, his Livvie, continued to show no interest in him, and hardly any in their baby, which worried him even more. 

This evening was a case in point. He'd come in from work and slid his arms around her to kiss her, only to have her turn and step away from him, avoiding his attempts to kiss her cheek and making it clear she didn't want him touching her. Puzzled, hurt, frustrated, for once Ryan lost his cool, and took her wrists, pulling her around to face him.

"What, what have I done? If you tell me what I did, maybe I can fix it! Why are you locking me out like this? What did I do? Livvie, I love you more than anything in the whole world, I always have, so why are you pushing me away like this?"

Livvie looked past him, refusing to meet his eyes, her lip quivering, and Ryan thought, even in his moment of hurt and frustration, that he'd never seen her look more beautiful or more desirable.

"Nothing, it's nothing..." she whispered, and Ryan sighed gustily, not relaxing his hold of her wrists.

"It is something baby-girl, something's wrong, badly wrong; you ignore me, you drift around like a ghost, you only do the bare minimum to keep Jack fed and clean, you won't hold him, or cuddle him, I never see you even look at him. What's wrong, Livvie? You're killing us, Livvie, you're pushing Jack and me away and out of your life, what did we do to you that was so bad you have to throw us away? If you want me to go, I will, but I'm not leaving my son, not with you, not like this! If the Health Visitor sees you like this, she'll take Jack and put him in care! Is that what you want?"

Olivia's eyes snapped up to meet his, loss and fear flashing across her face.

"No, no, please Ry, don't say that! Don't leave me; don't let them take my baby away! I don't know what's wrong with me; I just can't ...I can't..."

"Can't what, Livvie?" he asked her softly.

"I can't take this all in...all this, a baby, our life, you always working, being a mother, I don't know how to do it, I'm alone with Jack all the time, and I don't know what to do, and look at me, I'm a wreck, my body's a shambles, you say you love me but I look in your eyes and I can see you're lying, I'm ugly, and fat, and you don't...you don't want me anymore...!"

Ryan stared at her in shock as she broke down, finally beginning to understand what had been tumbling through her mind all this time, what it was that had been making her withdraw and pull away from him. This was serious; he had to go carefully here. He pulled her in close, his hands on either side of her face, holding her immobile as he looked deep into her eyes.

"Olivia Grainne McLeod, I would never, ever lie to you. There's only one thing I want in this world, and that's you; you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Every time I see you, you take my breath away, and all I can think of first thing in the morning and last thing at night, is you."

He stroked her cheek, his heart aching at the soft, silky smoothness. 

"I want to lie next to you and hold you and kiss you for the rest of our lives, I want to make love to you every chance I get, I want to make babies in you for as long as you'll have me. All I want, Livvie, baby-girl, is you. Always remember that, the only girl for me was always you, and no-one else, and now I've got you, the hordes of Hell are not going to drag me away from you!"

Livvie stared into his eyes, seeing his sincerity, and two big tears welled-up and rolled down her cheeks.

"What's wrong with me, Ry, why am I feeling like this? Help me!" she whispered, and Ryan's heart broke for the fear and pain he heard in her voice.

"Whatever it takes, whatever it is, we'll find out how to beat this thing; I need you Livvie, and Jack-Jack needs you; you're our world and we need you back with us."

Olivia held him close, the first time in months, her hands clutching at his back like a drowning man clutching a lifeline, and he could feel the tremors in her body as she cried silently. Ryan brushed her hair with his hand, savouring the feel of the silky mane of hair that had once been her pride and joy, while his other arm held her close, the distance that had grown between them starting to diminish.

Finally, Livvie pulled away from him, hiding her face, but Ryan was having none of that, instead gently pulling her face up to his again, and dabbing at her eyes with his handkerchief.

"No, Ry, I look a mess, don't..." she protested, but Ryan grinned and continued dabbing. Even with her eyes reddened and puffy from crying, she was still the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. As he held her close, the hand around her waist slipped down as he steadied himself, and came to rest on her taut, rounded buttock. Livvie's eyes widened as he involuntarily gave a gentle squeeze, and he immediately withdrew his hand.

"Sorry...sorry, I didn't mean..." he stuttered, but Olivia smiled at him, the first genuine smile he'd seen in months.

"It's ...OK, Ry, it felt...nice, thank you!" she murmured, her stunning green-hazel eyes losing their lacklustre dullness and glowing with life and re-awakened interest. 

"You can do it again if you like!" she murmured shyly, leaning her head against him as she hugged her brother for the first time in what felt like forever.

Olivia and Ryan spent the evening talking, really talking, for the first time in months, trying to find where they'd lost each other, and slowly, carefully beginning to chop away at the barriers that had grown up around them, beginning to rediscover each other. Ryan felt that they'd maybe begun to make some progress, that normality was at last starting to return to them. 

Olivia seemed to be grasping what had been happening to them, what she'd been doing to her baby, her husband, and to them as a couple. When she fed the baby, for the first time she began to feel the glimmerings of that connection a mother feels with her newborn child. Ryan watched in wonder, his eyes stinging, as Livvie stared into her little son's eyes for the first time, really looked at him, a serene smile on her face even as tears rolled down her cheeks.

They slept close to each other that night, for the first time in what felt like forever. Olivia had taken to sleeping as far from him as she could in the double bed, often slipping out in the night to sleep huddled on the couch in the living room, making it clear that she didn't want him touching her, but that night, she unreservedly accepted his embrace, spooning contentedly into him and pulling his arm around herself. 

They made no attempt at further intimacy; Ryan felt he'd made enough progress with her, and to push it any further might push her away again, and he might never be able to recover that lost ground again. For now, he was glad to accept the win, and hold her close, inhaling her scent and revelling in the warmth of her against him as he drifted away, happier than he'd been for the longest time.

But over the next few days, going by things she said, and did, it became more and more obvious that nothing much had changed. That reserve was still there, that holding back that told him whatever they'd said, and agreed, and promised, Livvie wasn't ready, or not able, to let all the things she'd built around them, around herself, go. She was still clinging to all the misgivings and feelings of loss and betrayal. She still couldn't let that go, and he didn't know how to get through to her anymore. 

With a sinking heart, and a dull stab of despair, he realised that she didn't believe in herself anymore, and because of that, she didn't believe in him either. LIvvie truly was losing him. Her heart had convinced her this was so, and so she pushed him away even harder, no longer able to connect with him, and unwilling to try, because it only meant more hurt.

Ryan spent the next few days in a haze, unable to concentrate on his work, thoughts of his Livvie and the fear and pain he'd seen in her eyes uppermost in his mind; her comment that he was always working had struck home, and he began to question his own ways, his life outside the family, his reasons for coming to this place in the first place.

.

Granted, his job was important, and a major part of who he was, was it worth sacrificing his life with the woman he loved for, was it worth his family? Was he in fact destroying their present because he was only looking at their future?

Perhaps Livvie had been right to feel abandoned, stuck at home with their son, her days endless and lonely, while he worked long and taxing hours to bring in his pet project on time and within budget.

Luckily said project, an advanced new weapon system code-named "Devastator", was off the drawing boards and away being tested. He was proud of his part in designing the autonomous RADAR-guided, quad 30mm cannon array co-axial with a 30mm Phalanx-type CIWS and intelligent LASER Designator, designed to deliver an awesome close-range, missile-killing punch and be easily integrated into existing fire-control systems. It was a new weapon for the new century, designed to augment and support the changing role of the new, slimmer, more readily deployable Royal Navy. 

The system was now at the Acceptance-Testing stage and was currently being put through its paces by the Royal Navy at Faslane in Scotland, so his desk was now clear; his part of the project, managing the design & build, was at an end pending the successful testing of the system, so he had time to brood over what was happening with Livvie, and ponder what he could possibly do to help her and bring her all the way back, or even if he should. Maybe their life together was already over.

He drifted like this for several days, running the things she'd said, and the things she'd left unsaid, through his mind over and over again. Now he could see for himself the scale of the change in his Livvie, and how much hadn't really changed at all, despite their heart-to-heart talk just a few nights past, and he couldn't stop comparing her today with the way she'd been a year ago. 

Even though she seemed to be making an effort to remain normal for him, he was still shocked at how much she really had changed, and how much their relationship had changed because of it; she said she was trying, and he wanted to believe her, but a part of him kept stubbornly insisting that nothing much had changed at all; Livvie was giving lip service to her assertion that she wanted him to help her, that together they could fix this, but it rang more and more hollow with every passing day. For reasons only she seemed to understand, she wouldn't, or couldn't, let go of the things she'd so obviously left unsaid.

They slept in the same bed, they lived in the same house, but they'd stopped communicating at even the most fundamental levels, almost as though she'd cut all ties with him, and the longer it went on, the deeper the hurt and the loss. 

There was nothing that seemed capable of breaching that barrier; he was losing her, and there seemed to be no solution. He couldn't think of a way to get her back without resorting to therapy, and he knew that even suggesting that to her would probably destroy what little that remained of their relationship completely; she'd think he thought her mad, or unstable, and Social Services could well use it as an excuse to remove Jack-Jack and put him into care. 

Once that happened, they'd have little chance of ever getting him back again, and Ryan would be to blame, in her eyes. No, therapy was not an option.

The solution, when it came, came out of the blue. Chloe, Ryan's secretary, had noticed the changes in him, and had increasingly seen less and less of Olivia over the last few months. As she considered herself a friend of theirs, she could finally hold her silence no longer. 

Her chance came when she found Ryan sitting alone in the staff restaurant, moodily picking at his lunch and staring blankly at the wall. She slid into the seat opposite him and tapped his hand, watching him start as he came back to reality with a bump. She leaned closer, so she was almost nose to nose with him.

"What's going on, Ryan? Really?" she whispered, "I haven't heard a word out of you in days; I haven't seen Livvie in weeks; you roam around the halls like a lost soul; what the hell's going on? Is it you and Livvie? Talk to me, Ryan!"

Ryan looked straight at her, and she was shocked to see tears glittering in the corners of his eyes.

"It's Livvie. It's all gone so wrong, and I don't know why...I've tried, we're trying, at least I'm trying, I...I think I'm losing her, and...and I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do...!"

Chloe's own eyes filled in sympathy at his obvious distress; she knew just how much Ryan adored his wife, and she remembered Livvie as being almost besotted with him; they could barely keep their hands off each other, so what had gone so wrong?

She probed gently, asking questions about Livvie, about their home life, about her attitude towards Jack, and to Ryan himself. Ryan, finally having someone to unburden himself to, found himself telling her more and more, the whole story coming out in a rush. Because she was a friend, and she was a good person, and he trusted her, he found himself telling her how he'd finally seduced Livvie and made her his, how he'd acted out her deepest fantasy for her, finally revealing himself and asking her to marry him. Chloe was intrigued, not just by what he told her, but also by what he wasn't telling her; there were gaps in the narrative that just didn't make sense, so she probed deeper, reasoning that the only way she could help her friends was if she knew what was missing, what he wasn't telling her. 

At first, Chloe thought she understood Livvie's distancing herself following Jack's birth; her sister had undergone something similar, but that still didn't seem right in Livvie's case; with her sister, the gynaecologist at the mother-baby unit had called it post-natal depression, but had been unable to help her other than referring her to back to her General Practitioner, who'd promptly put her on antidepressants, rather than trying counselling or behavioural therapy. 

Ryan was wary of therapy, and with good reason; he'd confided that the child visitor might construe that as evidence Livvie wasn't a fit mother, leading to all kinds of possibilities, none of them good. All he knew was that Livvie had no time for him, and only muted response to their baby at the best of times, and it worried him deeply. 

Chloe, however, felt intuitively it was something else entirely, that Livvie didn't need therapy, that she needed something else altogether.

And so she probed even further, hating herself for it, knowing how vulnerable Ryan was right now, but her concern for him, for them, drove her on. Ryan was a mess; he moped around, he barely spoke, he signed anything that was put in front of him; if she hadn't been bird-dogging him he'd be up on embezzlement charges right now as he'd innocently, unheedingly, signed requisitions and invoice approvals that people tried to slip past him, his concentration shot to pieces by whatever was going on in his life.

As she dug deeper, she began to put the pieces together. Ryan never spoke of his past life, before the Royal Navy; he seemed to have no past, no friends, other than former naval colleagues, prior to coming to work at Northstar Naval Systems, and neither did Livvie; she'd always deftly sidestepped questions asked by her girlfriends here in Gosport about where and when she'd met such a gorgeous guy, and she too seemed to have no past and no life prior to coming here. 

While they talked, the cafeteria slowly emptied, until at last they were alone, tucked away out of sight in the far corner, safe from prying eyes and twitching ears. Chloe decided to grasp the nettle.

"Ryan, you're a man of mystery here; no-one knows anything about you; you share nothing, and Livvie's exactly the same. Talk to me, Ryan! Who's Livvie, Ryan? Where did you meet her? It's only me here now, you can tell me. I can't help you unless you tell me everything. We're friends, Ryan, you can trust me!"

Ryan stared at her speculatively, obviously making up his mind whether or not to trust her, then nodded and ducked his head. Chloe had to lean closer to hear what he was saying.

"Livvie...Olivia and...and me, we go back a long way, we were kids together, we grew up together...in the same house. That's because Livvie...she's my sister..."

Chloe stared in amazement, her mouth hanging open; that had come straight out of left field. She'd heard of this, but had never expected to ever encounter a real-life... situation like this, whatever it was; she didn't know what to call it; but Ryan and his...sister were her friends, she'd promised to help them if they trusted her; well, he'd trusted her, now it was her turn. She squeezed his hand even harder.

"Poor you, poor, poor you, and poor Livvie, too, having to hide this constantly, always dodging around and backing away when people get too close. I'm so sorry, Ryan, I really am. I can only imagine how Livvie feels, then with the baby as well, it must be terrible for her to have no-one to confide in, no-one to share this with. Do you have any other family, anyone who knows, that you can turn to for help?"




A Cure For The Birthday Blues Ch. 02



Ryan looked up at her again, and she saw the tear tracks on his cheeks, her throat catching in sympathy for his loneliness and distress.

"No-one, just you; you're the only one who knows..." he whispered.

Chloe stared at him for a long minute, digesting everything he'd said so far; at first, it had seemed to her that Livvie was pushing him away because she was feeling guilty and isolated: guilty because of what she and Ryan had done, and isolated because she was at the other end of the country from everything she knew, and now her loneliness was preying on her. 

And then it came to her, as her subconscious mind finally put all the pieces together, and it was so simple she wondered that he hadn't put it together himself; but of course he was so busy shouldering the cares and woes of the world, it had never occurred to him to look at his problem in any other way than to find a cure; they didn't need a cure, they needed a solution, because now she knew why it was all going so wrong for them.

Livvie wasn't suffering from depression; far from it. She was feeling rejected and alone. Ryan needed to be told what the problem was, because it was all about him.

"Ryan, I just realised why Livvie feels the way she does, and what you need to do to fix it. Think about this; you brought her here, far from everyone and everything she knows; OK, so she wanted to come and be with you, but now your career's taking off in a big way, you're the youngest engineering design manager this company's ever had, and now, with the 'Devastator' project under your belt, you are officially the company golden boy; things are only going to get better for you. Now look at Livvie; she's still just a girl, and she's not ready to become a hausfrau just yet, but that's what she thinks is happening to her, and that's why you're going to leave her."

She held up her hand to forestall his denial.

"I know that's not the case, Ryan, but she needs to know that too; all she can see for herself is life as a suburban housewife, her future just babies and teething, cleaning the house and doing the laundry, measles, chickenpox, kindergarten, and PTA and that's all. She doesn't begrudge you any of this, but now she feels like you've left her behind; the brighter your star, the less you're going to need her. She needs to be reminded of why you set out to catch her in the first place, and she needs to feel that excitement again, that thrill of the chase. Believe me, I wish my Pete had been half as sneaky and devious, and one tenth as inventive, the first time he sweet-talked me into bed with him! You need to romance her, Ryan, romance her and convince her of how much you want, and need, her, and I think I know how."

Chloe had been intrigued and then excited when Ryan unfolded what he'd done to seduce Livvie, how carefully and stealthily he'd moved on her, and how he'd kept her dancing with intrigue until the very last second; now he needed to do that again, but in a different way, and Chloe thought she knew just how that should be.

"Ryan, I need you to trust me here; the way you originally seduced and showed Livvie what she meant to you? I think that will work again, but with a couple of changes. I know someone who...helped my sister and her partner through something very much like this, and in pretty much the same way. Don't worry!" she held up her hand as Ryan started to object, "It's not another man, but she is very, very good, and she's very discreet; you'll never even see her properly, but I can almost guarantee she'll bring Livvie back around. And don't worry, you don't have to do anything; she's not interested in men, so you're safe!" 

Ryan looked at her in open-mouthed astonishment, then his eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Are you seriously suggesting I drag Livvie into some kind of...of threesome? Dear God, I've never heard anything so...!"

Chloe held up her hand to cut him off.

"No Ryan, what I'm suggesting is a way for you to win your wife back; from what you say, you need this, you both need all the help you can get, so listen to me; I'm offering you a way to do it discreetly, privately, with no strings attached; the other party will never know who you are, she'll never be anything except a way for Livvie to find her way back to you; isn't that what you want, therapy at the sharp end, where the real people live? This girl can help you, she's good at what she does, trust me, Ryan, she'll make a difference, I promise!"

Ryan dropped his head into his hands.

"I don't know, it just seems so...so...sordid, I dunno...Livvie's never going to agree to this..."

Chloe grinned as she patted his hand.

"That's why you're not going to tell her! Just go ahead with how you did it last time, be as sneaky as you can, and don't worry about Jack-Jack, I'll come along and look after him; just you make sure you keep Livvie in that bedroom until the two of you are straight again, understood?"

Ryan still looked bewildered.

"But how will I know...?"

Chloe smiled again.

"Just leave that to me; believe me, you'll know! And don't worry. Just make sure the door is unlocked. The young lady and I will take care of the rest, and I guarantee, by first light you and Livvie will be breaking beds!"

Ryan looked doubtful.

"How much will it cost...?" and Chloe grinned.

"Not a bean; apparently it's so much fun for her she does it for free! Stop your worrying now, just go home, get yourself ready, and take it the way you did last time. Eleven o'clock okay?"

Ryan looked at her closely.

"Who is she, who is this person I'm letting into my house, into my wife's bed?"

Chloe shrugged her shoulders.

"A friend of a friend of a friend; that's all you really need to know; she's good at what she does, she's discreet, she's clean, and you'll never see or hear from her again; that's how she does things, that's how she likes it. Now, shall I make the call or not?"

Ryan reluctantly nodded agreement, and it was all set.

*

By nine o'clock, Livvie was bushed; Jack had been fractious and restless all day, and all she wanted was to get some rest. Ryan offered to put him down, so carried him around while Livvie readied for bed. When she started to put her frumpy sleep-sweats on, though, Ryan objected, saying they made him too hot at night, so Livvie swapped them for one of his old T-shirts instead, before crawling gratefully into the cool bed.

Ryan disappeared with Jack, and the sound of him crooning softly to the baby lulled her into a deep sleep. Even Ryan sliding into bed next to her barely registered before she once again dropped into a deep, dreamless sleep.

*

Something brought her out of her sleep, from deep sleep to instant wakefulness, but when she tried to move she discovered her arms were stretched up over her head, her hands shackled to the fancy wrought-iron bed-head inside softly padded cuffs. 

At the same time, she realised her legs were also immobilised, more soft, padded leather cuffs holding her ankles in place, and a mask of some sort had been slipped over her eyes; she could feel the elastic across the back of her head.

"Ryan, what the fuck are you...!" she began, only to feel a soft gag to slip over her mouth, muffling her angry exclamations.

"Sshhh, no-one's going to hurt you, Livvie, I promise!" Ryan's soft, almost inaudible whisper came to her, his tongue brushing her ear in a quick, feather-soft lick and giving her a gentle pang of pleasure, something she remembered. 

She bristled as she brushed that from her mind; how fucking dare he, what the fuck did he think he was doing? She struggled, hoping to slip her wrists out of the cuffs, but to no avail. As she slumped down, defeated, she sensed Ryan looming over her, and then, quick as lightning, he slipped the soft gag down and kissed her, crushing his lips against hers in a quick, heartfelt kiss, his tongue lightly brushing her lips, and then slipped the gag back up again before she could say anything.

Livvie's lips tingled from the swift kiss; angry as she was, it still felt good, a remembrance of how things had been between them, before...before whatever was happening to her had begun. She could still feel his presence, and then she felt him take hold of the hem of the T-shirt and heave, ripping it all the way up the front, exposing her beautiful, proud, protruding breasts; Ryan was silent with awe; he'd not seen his sister-wife properly naked in months now, and he'd almost forgotten what spectacular breasts she had; firm, round and jutting, with no sag or droop despite recent motherhood; she looked utterly delicious, young and nulliparous. 

Her stomach was flat, with just the faint hint of double-dome that spoke of perfect muscle-tone; all that time in the gym following Jack's birth had obviously paid dividends. Her thighs were long, firm and perfectly toned, the olive skin warm and glossy in the lamp-light, and Ryan felt his pulse quickening and his penis stirring at the memory of those long, sleek, beautiful legs wrapped around him as he drove himself into her, night after night. 

Livvie tried to twist and get away from him, anger coursing through her, but still her nipples were reacting to both the cool night air and the knowledge that her husband, her brother, was feasting his gaze on her nakedness, the brown nubs quickly erecting into the long, fat little pillars it had always been his delight to lick, suck, and nibble, and gently bite when she demanded it from him.

When the cold metal of the scissors touched her thigh she jumped, but she knew what was coming, and resigned herself to it. Ryan quickly slit the sides of her panties, then pulled them off, exposing the full glory of her waxed mound to his eyes. Now his cock was at full stretch; the sight of Livvie naked would give a corpse an erection, and he was only human. 

But they had all night. Tonight Livvie was going to re-learn what she'd forgotten: that she was a beautiful, desirable woman, that her husband wanted her more than anything in the whole world, and that she was loved, and honoured, and treasured, and needed more than he knew how to say.

Livvie felt his weight shift as he moved up next to her, and then his lips were on her neck, kissing and nibbling softly, gently; try as she might to keep her anger close and hot at her captivity, goosebumps prickled up and down her back, arms and thighs as his lips traced out patterns and pathways on her skin she'd almost forgotten. 

His focus shifted now to her throat, Livvie swallowing dryly as the old feelings threatened to resurface, try as she might to suppress them. As he kissed and licked, a movement caught his eye. He looked up in quick alarm, then relaxed as a slender girl, wearing a black velvet opera mask but otherwise completely naked, with small, conical breasts with small, puffy nipples, her sex waxed like Livvie's, and a bell of dark red, bobbed hair, slipped silently into the room and smiled at him, her finger to her lips warning him to be silent. 

Ryan nodded, and smiled ruefully; now it started, no turning back now, and so he watched, fascinated, as the naked woman padded noiselessly across the carpet and knelt on the floor next to Livvie. Her eyes met his, and once again her finger on her lips told him to be silent, and her hand gesture told him to wait; at his nod of agreement, she slipped her finger between Livvie's legs and stroked gently even as she bent to gently caress Livvie's nipple with her lips, her tongue-tip barely flicking the fat little pillar of flesh

Livvie squealed behind her gag, bucking at the two pronged assault, her eyes rolling and then squeezing shut, the muscles and tendons in her neck cording as she shuddered with the unexpected pleasure. Her back arched as the girl continued to gently frig her, soft, liquid sounds of pleasure coming from her as she felt the pleasure of what was happening to her. 

Now the girl nodded to Ryan, but when he leaned over and took the other nipple between his lips and sucked, Livvie bucked and gurgled, and her eyes flew wide-open behind the blindfold with the sudden realisation there was another person in the room, someone else who was touching her intimately.

The girl tugged her own earlobe as she rolled her eyes at him, and Ryan understood immediately what she was telling him. He kissed his way up to Livvie's ear, biting and nibbling her, to her earlobe, to whisper in her ear, soothing her as she began to panic, and only calming once she realised that whoever else was there, so was Ryan, and he wouldn't let anything untoward happen to her. 

As she came to understand that, she relaxed, and as she relaxed, and paid attention to the soft tongue and gentle pair of lips kissing, licking, teasing and caressing her, it gradually dawned on her that it was a woman. Something about the gentleness, the attention to other, more tender places than a man would ever think of, gradually gave it away. Livvie was still mad at Ryan, but at least he'd not included one of his friends in this...whatever it was; she'd never have forgiven that; as much as she and Ryan were having problems, and had maybe even begun to drift apart, she was still his, and only his.

Under Ryan's tender touch, and the soft caress of his lips on her nipple, between her breasts, the base of her throat, and that place just under her ear, Livvie relaxed, her body accepting the doubled kisses and caresses, a place deep inside her opening up and accepting them. As Ryan shifted against her, she felt the thick hardness of his own arousal brush against her thigh, a momentary cool wetness streaking her, and she realised he was erect, tumescent with need and arousal for her. 

A little spark deep down inside her rejoiced at the knowledge that he did indeed desire her, much as she tried to hold on to her righteous anger at being subjected to this...this assault, this sick pleasure (and it must be sick; it was not of her choosing...) being inflicted on her whether or not she'd asked or desired it.

Ryan watched in silence as the girl began to kiss her way down Livvie's body, her hand once more staying him as he moved to joined her, so he remained in place instead, watching as the girl nibbled and licked Livvie's nipples, between her breasts , and began to move inexorably lower, while Ryan stared with bated breath.

Livvie, meanwhile was in a whirl of building arousal, gasping softly as a pair of lips traced a path between her breasts down her taut stomach, a trail of kisses leading to a soft tongue-tip dipping momentarily into her navel, flicking the sensitive tissue and popping a fury of goosebumps along her arms and thighs, and her nipples erecting almost painfully at the sensation. 

As the soft, teasing lips moved further, lower down, Livvie's eyes widened under the blindfold as she realised where that questing mouth was going, but struggle as she might (and if she was being completely honest with herself, she didn't struggle as hard as she might...) it made no difference; the relentless lips moved down to that place, their touch light as spider silk, hot as a branding-iron, gentle as a baby's breath, still no clue as to whose lips they were, and so delight and horror and need and reluctance, tinged with desire and acceptance, throbbed, and pulsed, and swirled deep inside her.

Livvie tried to scream at the first soft, cat-like licks at the apex of her slit; the sensation thrilled through her in a way she hardly remembered, a warm wave of lust and longing washing through her even as her clitoris swelled and throbbed, ready, waiting, needing that touch she'd almost forgotten. Again that cat-lick, this time brushing her clitoris, sending jagged rods of lightning deep into the heart of her, heart-stopping in their intensity, pleasure bordering on pain as she began to re-learn what her body could do and feel if she would only let it.

Ryan watched in silence as the girl held her hair bunched in one hand so it wouldn't brush against Livvie's thigh as she slowly insinuated her tongue-tip between Livvie's thighs, deliberately giving her as few tactile clues as possible as to who was there, doing that to her. He grinned at the sudden muted squeal as Livvie bucked at the sensation, then slumped back, her breathing short and ragged as the young woman placed soft, feather-like kisses around and around her most delicate flesh. Those kisses slowly gave way to gentle lapping motions as Livvie trembled and sighed, visibly relaxing as pleasure worked its way through her. Ryan was fascinated as the girl's oral ministrations worked their magic, Livvie's smoothly waxed and glistening labia slowly swelling and darkening as they engorged. 

Livvie was now squirming gently, soft, liquid sighs replacing the earlier panicked squeals, enjoying the stimulation, no tactile clues to let her know who was pleasuring her so, only her intuition that it was another woman. 

Ryan was lost in admiration. Chloe had said this woman was only here to help, and her obvious intent to pleasure Livvie and teach her about herself all over again, without once revealing any clue about herself was reassuring Ryan in a way he didn't think he'd needed. He'd been half-afraid this woman was coming here to seduce Livvie and perhaps turn her away from him, that this was how she got between couples and levered them apart, but now he knew; she was here to help his sister find who she should be all over again, to show her the way back to her man. 

It also helped that she was obviously enjoying every second of it! As he was considering these thoughts, the girl's eyes flicked up to his, and she indicated with a quick nod and a raised eyebrow what she wanted him to do next.

Ryan smiled down at his wife, and ducked down to kiss and gently lick along the side of her breasts, savouring the feel of her warm, silky skin, enjoying the soft, mewing, cat-like sounds of pleasure as he teased and tasted her.

Livvie curled and writhed gently, lost in the remembered pleasure of what was happening to her; the soft, flicking tongue massaged and gently teased her most tender flesh, sending sharp, joyful pangs through and through her, scratching at the surface of her memory, digging deeper, taking her back to a time when this had been hers for the taking. As she whined in the intensity of her pleasure, another pair of lips made themselves felt, kissing along the side of her breast, into the hollow of her neck, to suck gently and scrape with teeth ever so lightly at her earlobe.

At that, her eyes flew open once more under the blindfold; Ryan! Only he knew how much she'd loved that...but that meant...licking her...it was the unknown woman!

As she realised that, her body responded to that knowledge, orgasm flaring white and hot inside her, a miniature supernova filling her internal universe and searing along every nerve fibre to crackle in her muscles like firefly wings, bright, sharp, and jagged, delicate and sharply-defined as ice-ferns on a frozen windshield. A copper tracery of hot, scarlet hypnagogic patterns and images boiled and pin-wheeled before her shuttered eyes as pleasure thrilled and sang like silver in her bones, turning her thoughts to glass, then shattering them soundlessly, to dissolve without trace into the quicksilver river of orgasm as it rushed and spilled again and again over the banked levees of her mind. 

Livvie screamed behind the soft gag as the intensity of her orgasm shook and shuddered through her. Orgasm more intense than any she'd ever experienced blazed again and again through her as her limited sensorium, unable to move, touch, see, or interact in any way save passively, pulsed and echoed with pleasure, paradoxically multiplied over and over by her lack of input from the outside world.

Ryan watched in awe as Livvie, his Livvie, shook and shuddered and whined in the intensity of her orgasm, the sensations she'd denied so long and shuttered away as being of no consequence now reclaiming her, shattering her self-imposed bonds and, finally, opening the way back to her life and her loved ones again. 




A Cure For The Birthday Blues Ch. 02



Livvie finally slumped back bonelessly, her heart slamming in the prison of her chest. The knowledge that another woman had brought her this pleasure churned and roiled inside her; that she could take so much pleasure from another woman's touch was both repellent and highly arousing. The thought jolted her even as she basked in the warmth and remembered heat of that quicksilver flash of orgasm; with that came the realisation that, more than anything, she wanted to share that heated moment, and a million more like it, with her Ryan. 

That knowledge alone shook her; she'd forgotten how much she'd felt he was turning away from her. Now she was only thinking of his future kisses and caresses. She relaxed into post-orgasmic languor, her body still trembling and twitching in reaction, and now, as if in answer to her unspoken wish, her gag was tugged down and a soft pair of lips brushed her lips, while a gentle hand stroked the hair back from her forehead.

"You're safe, you're okay now, I've got you..." she heard, Ryan's voice as he breathed reassurances in her ear, and while a coal of anger still smouldered inside her at the way he'd deceived and confined her, bound and gagged her and subjected her to...whatever this was, that anger was now dissipating; she was still safe, this was still Ryan, nothing he would do would harm her or allow harm to come to her. 

Enjoy what he's doing, Livvie, she told herself, learn from this; this is how he came to you before, let him do it again, it's because he loves you so much; this is what you did the day you made your baby...

At that, her mouth flew open as she gasped in anguish.

"Jack! Where's my baby, Ryan, what have you...?"

Ryan soothed her, a cool, gentle fingertip pressed to her lips, his eyes glittering at the loss and pain in her voice, finally hearing what he'd longed for all along; the desperate need and love for her baby redolent in every note of her anguished voice.

"Shush, Livvie, Jack-Jack's safe, he's with someone who loves him, he's safe, don't you worry! This is about you and me, now, remember that!"

As she listened to him, a tear escaped from under the blindfold and trickled down her cheek, the panic and outright fear for her child dissipating, being replaced by wonder as she realised she'd feared for her child more than anything in the entire world, that she needed her baby more than life itself. As he moved to slide the gag back into place, she shook her head.

"No Ryan, please, you don't need it anymore..." she whispered. She could sense his eyes on her, could almost hear his smile as she turned to him. He looked quizzically at the masked girl, who smiled and nodded. Ryan gave a small sigh of relief; another hurdle had been safely cleared. He leaned down and brushed his lips to hers, making her gasp softly, 

"Please, Ry, make it like it was before, show me again how to love you, like you did before!" she whispered. He slipped the gag fully off her, his lips brushing hers again, this time lingering a little while longer. As he pulled away from her, she moaned softly.

"Ryan, I...I let so much go...I...didn't know...I thought that you...show me again, please, we can make it like it was, please...!"

Ryan paused, a small smile on his lips, then he once more dipped down to brush his lips against hers. Livvie strained up to kiss him back, more tears trailing down her cheeks as she cried under the blindfold.

"Please Ry, I've been so scared for so long, I couldn't even see you and Jack-Jack anymore! I left you out, and I was losing you, because I thought you didn't want me anymore! I was so scared you had everything you wanted, and you were done with me! Don't let them take my baby, please Ry, I want my family back, I want you and Jack-Jack, don't let them take him, I'll get better, I promise, please, help me!" 

Ryan's heart wrung at the note of anguish in her voice. There was something else, too; the essence that was Livvie, that sparkle and presence that had always been such a feature of her in his eyes, was returning. He kissed her gently, reassuringly, his fingertips caressing her cheek, her chin, her forehead, while Livvie sobbed silently.

"Livvie, I would never let them take Jack-Jack away, he belongs here, with you, with us, but he needs you back, baby, I need you back, and you have to want to come back to us. I love you so much, Livvie, but you, you have to remember too what we had, what we can still have; you need to really, really want us, Livvie, and you have to do that yourself. All I can do is be here. Come home to me, my darling girl, I want you so much!"

His lips met hers again, and this time Livvie kissed him back hungrily, her tongue slipping between his lips and brushing against his tongue. They kissed for what seemed hours, but was in reality just seconds, before Livvie slumped back down.

"Whatever it takes, Ry, I'll do it; I want so much for it to go back to how it was! I'm so sorry, I was wrong, I pushed you away; all I need is you and Jack-Jack..."

She took a long, shuddering breath, her perfect breasts rising and falling in a way that stirred him all over again.

Ryan looked at her in wonder.

"And what about...you know, my...helper...?"

Livvie turned to face him, her gorgeous, kissable lips a delight and a torture to him as he yearned for her, for how it used to be.

"Whatever it takes, Ry; there's so much I don't know, so much I never understood, so teach me, please, both of you; show me how it can be; I need this, please, I need you both..."

She felt the tears roll from the corners of her eyes, wetting her cheeks under the blindfold even as she said it, and then his soft hands were on either side of her face, her beautiful, sad face, thumbing away her tears even as his lips found her. Livvie arched her back to meet his kiss as fervently as he kissed her, their lips pressed together as their tongues played and fenced, Ryan rejoicing in his wife's true kiss for the first time in what felt like forever, while Livvie felt his kiss as new and fresh, a promise of a new beginning.

As Ryan looked up, the woman looked questioningly at the padded ankle cuffs securing Livvie's ankles to the foot of the bed. Ryan nodded and unsnapped them, Livvie drawing her knees up in sudden freedom. As she did, once again the masked girl silently directed him, this time indicating he lie between her thighs, his hands sliding under her to hold and squeeze her delectable buttocks, one of his greatest delights. Livvie sighed as he pulled himself closer to her, holding her thighs open for him to find and feast on her succulence.

When his lips found her labia, Livvie started, then relaxed with a deep sigh, remembering and enjoying the feel of his mouth on her, the strength and proprietary feel of his hands holding, squeezing and kneading her buttocks as he held her against his mouth; her body thrilled at the feel of his tongue as he lapped at her in long, stroking licks, from anus to apex of her slit. At the same time, and with a quick grin at him, the mysterious masked girl lowered her head to take Livvie's taut nipple between her teeth, making her buck with surprise even as a sharp thrill of pleasure ran through her.

"Ooohhh...ooohh yess, oh my God, yess...!" she murmured as white, even teeth gently scraped and bit at her fat, swollen nipples, making her writhe even as Ryan explored her pussy with both the flat of his tongue and the pointed tip, drawing even more sighs and short gasps from her. 

Now the woman straddled Livvie's midsection and, holding the ornate wrought-iron bed-head, slowly rubbed her breasts across Livvie's face and lips, teasing her with her erect nipples, finally slipping one small, firm breast into her mouth, to gasp softly as Livvie sucked and gently chewed on the small nipple, her tongue exploring and rasping the puffy areola to the evident delight of the masked girl. 

The other breast was presented, and Livvie sucked and teased again, evidently enjoying the sensation. The girl slid down Livvie's body until she was face to face with her, and her tongue licked out, fast as a striking snake, to rub across Livvie's lips. 

Livvie responded by yearning up, her mouth half open in invitation, and the girl accepted, her lips brushing Livvie's teasingly, but each kiss lingering longer than the previous, until both girls were locked in a passionate kiss, Livvie straining against her restrained wrists while the girl held and squeezed her nipples. With Ryan lashing her clitoris with his tongue, and the girl rubbing and squeezing her nipples as they kissed, Livvie was overloading with pleasurable sensation, bright, quicksilver flares of delight sparkling through her as her husband and the unknown girl teased, and tasted, tormented, and thrilled her.

The pleasure grew in intensity, swelling and tumbling through her, strands and flashes of brightness combining to swell and surge, a building tidal wave of glittering, sparkling, liquid heat, warming her through even as it tore her breath away, and then, the soundless clap of thunder, the sheet-lightning of pure orgasm, pleasure almost more than she could bear tore through her, outlining her soul and ripping the fears and doubts and imagined cares and worries to shreds, until only the pleasure remained. 

She suddenly knew everything, could see everything, and there, in the middle of this revelation, this moment of epiphany, was Ryan, his glittering eyes and windswept hair, and his perfect smile, the same smile she saw in her baby boy. Her heart turned over and faltered as she drowned in her love and need for her husband, and as her barriers finally came all the way down, the full force of her orgasm crashed into her, sweeping all thought away, leaving only wonder, and need, and deep, deep longing in its wake.

She screamed in release, her body finding the safety valve it needed before her heart burst with the emotions and pleasure that surged and battered at her, each crescendo more intense, more beautiful than the last, taking her higher and higher, until at last she found herself floating in a place of cool, calm serenity, a glowing haze of well-being and soft, gently swirling and entwining colours and dimly sensed shapes. She fancied she could hear her name being called, softly, as from a long way away, gradually becoming clearer and more distinct, until recognition swept over her; Ryan, he was still with her!

She felt his lips brush hers, and once again his voice, soft in her ear.

"Livvie, baby, are you okay? Jeez, Liv, you scared me, you stopped breathing!"

Livvie opened her eyes, to see nothing. The thick, soft blindfold still made her world perfectly dark, but she smiled, and his voice took on that unique timbre and tone it had when she knew he was smiling.

"Oh it was wonderful, Ry!" she breathed, "so beautiful! You were there; I heard you calling me and I came to find you!"

Ryan began to remove her blindfold but Olivia shook her head.

"Please, let me keep this for a while, Ry! It's all so new, it feels like a new place, I can see it all in my mind now, please, let me keep seeing it for a while longer!"

Ryan smiled as his hands roamed over her body, his hands joining with those of the masked girl in touching, smoothing, and caressing Livvie's taut, satin-smooth skin, feeling the new vibrancy and re-awakened love for life as she found her way back into the world once more. As his hands touched and caressed, he felt a deeper, more profound stirring in himself; he wanted her so badly, and she was almost ready to want him in that way once more.

Without conscious thought, his probing fingers found their way to the juncture of her thighs, to the warm slickness hiding there, and as he stroked and caressed, she sighed and wriggled, trying to force herself harder against his hand, to feel him once more plunder and delight her. At the same time, the masked girl once more dipped her head down, her tongue-tip flicking Livvie's nipple with little, feather-light licks and caresses, each contact wringing a soft groan from her as she writhed in her captivity.

Ryan joined her, kissing and gently suckling on Livvie's other nipple as his fingers gently stroked and caressed her damp and swollen labia, enjoying the feel of her tensing beneath his lips as she arched her back to push even more of herself into the teasing, tantalising mouths that both promised and withheld so much.

"Please, Ry, please, now...now...!" she moaned, and Ryan smiled; she was almost there. 

He quirked an eyebrow at the girl directing this intervention, and she smiled, but shook her head. Ryan smiled in comprehension: just a little longer, now...

"Not yet, Livvie; you remember when we did this before?"

She nodded, gasping softly as he squeezed and gently pinched her nipple.

"I told you then that you had to earn it, that you weren't ready. Are you ready now?"

Livvie moaned as she nodded; all her nerve-endings seemed to be on fire, and the teasing and touching were driving her almost to distraction; now she wanted an end to this, she wanted to see, and touch, and taste her lovers, her darling Ryan, and the silent woman who touched and caressed her in all the places a woman needs to be touched.

She felt his gentle fingertip rub along her lips, and heard his soft chuckle as she darted her head up to kiss it before it withdrew. A slight pressure on her lip and she knew he wanted her to open her mouth; she did so willingly; she guessed what he was going to do now, and to her surprise realised she wanted it too, more than anything. 

The change in weight on the bed told her he was now kneeling beside her, and once again, as she yearned up for him, he gently but firmly turned her face to one side, and slid his solid, engorged penis between her waiting lips. 

Smiling to herself at his softly indrawn gasp, she curled her tongue around the tip of the cock in her mouth, letting her tongue describe the well-remembered contours to her once more as she made love with her lips, her tongue, and her gently scraping teeth, making him quiver and gasp as she tested his sensitivity. And then she gasped as a questing tongue invaded her own sweetness, once again those quick, cat-like flicks of a talented tongue-tip flicking her clitoris, the pulsations spiralling through her, a nimbus of delicious warmth and tingling pleasure surrounding and enveloping her. 

Livvie moaned around the cock invading her mouth even as she sucked, while the other tongue swirled and flickered and strummed her most sensitive parts, sending the pleasure blooming through her again and again, making her suck harder and more determinedly. She could feel him trying not to thrust hard into her, his muscles trembling as he fought the urge to ram that thickness down her throat and use her, instead remaining in place as she drew his orgasm ever nearer; she could feel it trembling in his body, in the pulse that beat in the maleness between her lips. In a thousand ways she could feel him trembling on the brink, and the knowledge tensed her as she too began to ascend to that peak, her thighs and stomach rippling as the pleasure from that darting, lapping tongue grew and grew, until she could hold on no longer. 

She felt her orgasm flower and unfold inside her, and so Livvie groaned in deep satisfaction, a column of light blasting through her and bursting in a million fragment inside her. As she succumbed to the pleasure, she felt Ryan pulse and shudder even as he cried out, his cock-head swelling as a thick stream of hot semen splashed hard against the roof of her mouth, and another, and another, filling her mouth. Livvie swallowed as fast as she could, her coordination shot as orgasm raged and shuddered in her, and all she could do was mew desperately in pleasure, determined even at the height of her pleasure to make sure her husband, her brother, her only love, attained his satisfaction even as she attained hers. 

Bright points of light exploded behind the blindfold as her heart threatened to burst, and dimly, as if from far away, she heard herself scream, overcome at last by the strength and power of her climax. Through and through her raged the fires of orgasm, surging waves of pleasure, building to a crescendo, then slowing wonderfully, backing down, even as she felt rather than heard him slump back on his heels, his still-hard cock no longer spurting in her mouth. Dimly she heard him sobbing for breath as he recovered from his cataclysmic orgasm. 

His ragged breathing seemed to drum in counterpoint to her rushing, hammering heart, both keeping pace as they slowly calmed. Livvie licked his cockhead, making him gasp as she inadvertently rasped the sensitive tip, sucking the last remnants of sperm from him, paradoxically calming and comforting him even as she performed this most arousing of acts.

Ryan stretched-out full length against her, his hand on her flat, toned stomach, feeling the last trills and tremors of aftershock dying away. His lips once more worked their way along her arm and shoulder, to come to rest in the hollow of her neck. Livvie stretched like a cat even as he nuzzled her neck, smiling gently. When Ryan brushed her lips with his, she shook her outstretched arms, the padded cuffs chiming softly against the metal bed-frame, murmuring in his ear as she did so.

"Take them off, please baby, you don't need them anymore, I promise; I want to hold you again, I want to touch you, both of you; it's time, Ry!"

Ryan looked up at the girl as she knelt by Livvie's side, and, at her smile and quick nod, grinned and reached up, popping the safety release of each cuff. Livvie sighed and stretched her arms, then rolled onto her side' her hand gliding over him to come to rest on the back of his neck, allowing her to pull him closer so she could kiss him, a long, soulful, loving kiss such as he'd not had from her in the longest time. 

As she kissed him, a slim hand stroked her back, making her start then shudder slightly with pleasure. She turned to face the masked girl, her hand likewise curling around her neck to draw her in for a long, passionate kiss. 

As they kissed, the girl's hands slowly caressed and stroked Livvie' body, making her undulate with pleasure, and Ryan, watching as the two of them kissed passionately, found himself hardening again as he watched and listened to the two of them making love. As he watched, the girl slipped one hand between their tightly pressed bodies, and grinned as Livvie suddenly gasped and shuddered, her kisses suddenly even more passionate; Ryan knew what was happening, what the girl was doing to her, and so he too began to kiss his Livvie on her shoulders and between her shoulder blades. 

Now the girl slid her hands around Livvie's waist, then further down, squeezing and cupping her marvellous buttocks, before slowly, irresistibly, sliding a finger into the tight crinkled knot of her anus. Olivia drew in a sharp breath as the probing finger invaded her, more sensations she'd almost forgotten filling her again, memories of Ryan doing that, and more, once more coming into focus, sharp and detailed.

As she gasped in pleasure at being touched and penetrated in that way again, the girl's lips once more found hers, their tongues fencing even as Livvie automatically slid her hands around the other girl's waist, pulling her closer, then gasped again as they ground their wet pussies together, their slick labia rubbing wetly together, and the sharp, almost painful stab of pleasure as their most sensitive parts ground together. 

Ryan felt the motion as the girls ground and rubbed together, and smiled at the almost animal panting as his Livvie tasted pleasure beyond and outside anything she'd ever experienced before. Not wanting to break the spell, he gently, almost hesitantly, kissed his darling sister on her neck and shoulders, but even as he did so, he felt the other girl draw away, heard Livvie's sudden indrawn gasp of loss as the lips and probing, teasing fingers relinquished her. The sudden shifting weight on the bed told him the other girl was sliding further down the bed, and suddenly Livvie gasped, her body snapping taut as a bow-string. 




A Cure For The Birthday Blues



"Stay like that!" she heard the almost subliminally soft command, and as her mouth hung open, she felt something thrust gently against her lips. Olivia involuntarily stuck her tongue forward to investigate what this was being slowly pushed into her mouth, almost immediately realising he was pushing his thick cock into her mouth!

He slid into her until she made a soft choking noise, then withdrew almost all the way until just the head was between her lips. Olivia realised what he wanted, and experimentally licked around the bulbous head, the flesh feeling velvety soft yet with an underlying hard muscularity about it, the taste a mixture of salty and slightly metallic, but with a faint hint of tangy sweetness. 

She licked with more confidence once she realised he wasn't going to ram it down her throat, her tongue exploring the texture of the head, the rubbery hardness of the crown, the interesting texture of the little knot of ligament on the underside of the head, the frenulum, and the fresh, tangy saltiness of the lubricant slowly seeping from the hole at the top of the furrowed end of the head. 

As her tongue rubbed gently back and forth across his cock head, she heard the muffled intakes of breath, and knew she was pleasing him, and right now, after that amazing orgasm he'd given her, that was all she wanted to do.

Finally, aware that she'd worked him up enough, she began to suck in earnest, her cheeks hollowing as she applied pressure to the sensitive head, his muffled hisses and gasps as her teeth lightly grazed the head indications that he liked what she was doing very much indeed. His gentle thrusting motions in her mouth as she sucked him became more urgent, she could feel him restraining himself from fucking her mouth as she excited him, and a small corner of her mind wondered; what kind of intruder breaks into a woman's home, ties her to a bed, strips her naked, then treats her like some kind of precious object, and loves her better and more tenderly than every lover she'd ever had before?

Olivia suddenly realised what was happening. This was her most precious and desired fantasy, correct to the smallest detail! Someone who knew was playing out her fantasy for her, but who? She'd always fantasised about being tied down and subjected to various sex acts, being made to submit to a masterful, dominant man, but had never shared it with anyone, and now someone who knew, who knew her, was making it come true for her! 

She thrilled inside as she wondered what would come next, who this man was, what he'd do to her and make her do; one thing she was certain of; she was going to experience and savour every second of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to be some unknown man's submissive fuck-slut! 

At the thought, her sucking pace increased; this man, whoever he was, wasn't going to last much longer, and, for the first time ever, Olivia wanted a man to fill her mouth, to taste his spunk, and savour the taste and texture as she swallowed. Previous boyfriends had tried to convince her, and she'd let one, once; the horrible, acrid taste and thick, mucus texture had revolted her so much she'd sworn to never do that again; but now, she wanted to taste this man, this secretive lover who'd tied her down in the night and taken her to places no-one had ever tried to take her before.

His fucking motions became more urgent, and his breathing was loud and hissing in her ears; he was close, so Olivia put one last effort, her cheeks hollowing as she suctioned him, her lips sealed tight around the thick pillar of his cock shaft.

She felt his head swell as his cock twitched violently in her mouth, and then long jets of hot spunk were splashing into her mouth, filling her almost faster than she could swallow; and swallow she did; his spunk was delicious, sweet, and salty and utterly wholesome, and she found herself craving more as he spurted more and more into her welcoming mouth, pleasure centres sparking into life up and down her central nervous system as she gave herself over completely to this man.

At last the flood died down, the last trickle oozing from his still-solid cock, and with a smile, Olivia licked and sucked the very last drops from him, giving his head one last, loving lick to clean him of the last traces of his outpouring spunk. She felt him withdraw from her, and licked her lips to capture any errant drops of his delicious fluid, then sensed him leaning down over her. A soft kiss was planted on each cheek, and one squarely on her lips.

"Thank you!" was the breathed, barely audible comment, and Olivia smiled in gratitude at the first time someone had thanked her properly for pleasing them. The bed creaked again as he climbed back on, and there was a moment of ticklish contact as he held her foot, until she realised he was unsnapping the restraint around her right ankle. He did the same with the left ankle, and now both legs were free. With a sigh she closed her legs and stretched luxuriously.

"Will you let my hands go too? I won't say anything, I promise!" she asked, more in hope than expectation, and wasn't disappointed at his answer.

"Not yet, darling, you haven't earned it yet!" was the soft, barely heard, almost subliminal retort, "when you're a good enough girl, I'll let you go and take the blindfold off. Until then, trust me. You're safe, I promise!"

So saying, she felt him move over her, to once again lie between her thighs, his hands on either side of her as he supported his weight, slowly lowering himself onto her and sliding his arms under the small of her back to push her nipples up and outwards. His lips touched her nipple, sending an electric thrill through her as he licked and sucked, stiffening her already erect nipples into solid, rubbery little pillars. She moaned with delight and arousal as he alternated between them, sucking, licking, and driving her crazy. 

He left her nipples and moved up slightly to kiss her properly, for the first time, a tender, solicitous kiss, a kiss that told her that she was safe, that she would stay safe, his lips soft and inviting, his tongue soft and sweet against hers as they kissed with increasing passion, his arms under her holding her tight to him as they tasted each other.

"Are you ready?" came the barely breathed question, and at her quick nod, he sat up and lifted her thighs, positioning himself, before slowly leaning forward, placing his hands on either side of her as he slid his thick, rigid cock into her tight, wet pussy. Olivia gasped in fulfilment as he slid in and in, filling her to completion, her pussy stretching to accommodate his girth. When he was in her up to the hilt, he began to slide back out again, Olivia gasping again at the sensation. 

And so it went; her mystery lover pumped his cock into her and Olivia pushed back against him as much as she was able, lifting her pelvis to meet his thrusts as much as she could, her movements still limited by the fact she was shackled to the bed. His cock pistoned into her, his hands now holding and squeezing her perfect buttocks, pulling them apart as he fucked her tight pussy, then changing, holding and squeezing her perfect breasts, rubbing and squeezing her nipples and making her head spin with arousal and the need for release. 

She wrapped her supple thighs tightly around his waist, holding him to her the best way she could, urging him on, pulling him into her as deeply as possible, feeling the muscles surging in his sides and stomach as he pounded into her. His pounding was raising her off the bed with every thrust as he hammered his thick cock into her, every second drawing her orgasm nearer and nearer.

When it came, Olivia screamed in pleasure, her release total, her fluids spraying out of her to coat her lover's cock and balls and soak the bedclothes beneath them, her convulsing pussy squeezing him so firmly it triggered his own orgasm. 

With a gasp and a muted intake of breath, his cock gave a muscular twitch inside her, spunk jetting out of him to coat her womb with his cream, long, hot spurts filling her up with his essence. The feel of his cock swelling and twitching inside her triggered yet another wave of orgasmic delight, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her as it crashed and surged through her.

Her lover slid his hands under her to hold and tenderly, lovingly, squeeze her perfect buttocks as his spunk continued to pulse out of him, running his hands over the cheeks like prized objects long desired, the feel of his hands soft and gentle, yet with a feeling of strength and determination, and a feeling almost of proprietary ownership. 

Olivia knew one thing about this man, now; whoever he was, he'd wanted to do this for a long time, and now he'd got his hands on her superb backside he was reluctant to let go, she guessed, from his apparent need to hold, caress, and squeeze her taut globes as she writhed beneath him. 

He slumped forward on her, his hands taking his weight, as he withdrew from her, the sensation giving her another curl of delight, and once again she could sense his face above hers, just a few, tantalising inches away. When the kiss came, she responded willingly, eagerly, her tongue engaging with his as their lips met, their kiss long and stimulating, their tongues sliding and fencing within the confines of their tightly-sealed together mouths. 

As they kissed, she felt him unsnap the restraint on her left wrist, setting her arm free. Olivia immediately turned to face him, her lips seeking his out again as his hands brushed over her body, one arm sliding underneath her so he could clamp hold of her buttocks as they kissed, his hands kneading and slowly pulling them apart as they kissed passionately. His gentle fingers slid into the cleft between her buttocks to touch, rub and tease her anus, the tight little pucker still damp and oily from her own fluids still freely running out of her following her volcanic orgasm.

Overcome with the need to feel and hold this man, her questing hand slid down his body to find and hold his cock, the flaccid length firming-up almost immediately at her touch, until he was once again fully erect, by her estimation at least seven inches long, and thick, a beautiful aggressive curve to it, the feel of it making her want it again.

"My God, he's insatiable!" she thought, inwardly rejoicing that such a tireless and inexhaustible lover was hers, right here and right now. As she pumped him, his hand once again caressed her taut buttock, slipping down into the cleft between her firm cheeks to rub and gently probe at her tight, puckered little anus. His lips continued to press against hers as his finger slowly slid into her tightest hole, her breath catching at the sensation. As he kissed her, his finger began gently pumping in and out, fingering her secret hole as she squeezed and gently pumped his cock with her one free hand.

"Turn around, please!" came the soft whisper, and without thinking or questioning, Olivia turned, her right hand still shackled to the bed. The thought that she could free herself now that one hand was free never even occurred to her; this was her fantasy, and she was determined to play it out all the way to the end. As she turned, his hands snaked around her, to cup and squeeze her breasts, rolling her nipples under his palms as his solidly erect cock pressed between her thighs. 

She instinctively opened her thighs, and his cock slid into her from behind, filling her in a sudden surge that made her gasp for breath as her lungs emptied with the force and strength of his penetration. She rolled onto her front, her lover now lying on top of her, his thick cock buried to the hilt in her tight pussy. In this position, she found it easy to push back against him as he began to pump in and out, sliding his cock almost all the way out before powering it back into her, making her gasp and sob with the feel of it. He squeezed her nipples in time to his thrusts, the combined sensations pushing her closer to another soul-shaking orgasm. 

Then he stopped, slowly sliding out of her to rest the head of his cock against the pucker of her anus. At first Olivia wondered what he was doing, then realisation suddenly struck; he was going to sodomize her, Christ, he was actually going to shove his thick cock into her anus!

As she opened her mouth to object, to beg him not to, he felt his lips on her ear, his warm breath caressing her neck as he whispered in her ear, his voice no more than a soft breath in the silence of the night, almost felt rather than heard.

"Relax, please, just relax, I won't hurt you, I think you'll like it!"

So saying he began slowly, inexorably pushing forward, the tight creased rosebud giving way as he slowly slid the thick head of his cock into her most secret place. The lubricant from his cock, plus her own juices, helped to ease the way as he gently but unstoppably slid into her arse, her anal ring snapping tight around the shaft of his thick cock, clasping him as he drilled himself deeper into her tight rectum. 

Olivia gasped at the sensation of his big cock forcing itself into her anus, her heart hammering and her breathing coming in short gasps as she felt this huge thing invading her body. And yet she didn't want him to stop; her fantasy included this, and if the reality wasn't how it had seemed when she had imagined this moment, nevertheless it was all part of it, and she wanted the whole thing to play out to the complete end; she knew how the script went, and so far her unseen lover had played it word perfectly, so she endured the pain and discomfort, eager to have her whole fantasy played just as she'd always imagined it would.

At last, she felt his soft, heavy balls bumping gently against her labia, and knew he was in her to the hilt. He let her regain her breath, supporting himself on his hands above her, giving her little encouraging kisses on the back of her neck, his cock throbbing inside her as he waited for her go-ahead. Olivia lifted her head and reached behind her with her free hand to touch his face before he pulled away.

"Okay, I'm ready...!" she breathed, and he began to withdraw. As he did, unbelievable sensations rushed and raged through her body, pleasure like she'd never experienced before 

"Oh God, oh my God, yess, that feels so...God, that's good, yesss, yesss!" she hissed, as hot trails ran up and down her spine, her nipples throbbing as the feel of his thick cock fucking her tightest hole screamed through her body. Without realising it, she began pushing back against him, trying to engulf his cock with her tight, slippery anus, desperate for the feel of the thick, ridged pole as it rubbed every nerve-ending inside her tight rectum. 

As she pushed back against him, he began pushing harder, sliding back into her, the two of them pounding at each other in counterpoint, her anus clasping him as she pushed back as he jammed himself into her. The only sound in the room was their soft liquid sighs and moans as the wild, primitive fucking gathered pace, until he was hammering his cock into her rectum as hard as he could. Olivia gasped and moaned as she pumped back against him, her body hovering on the edge of orgasm, waiting for the last piece to fall into place and send her off into a mind-blown welter of sexual ecstasy.

Her lover, whoever he was, had almost unlimited stamina, or so it seemed, but he also had a breaking point, and as he continued to sink his bone-hard cock into her hot, sinewy rectum, that point was passed. With a loud, gasping groan he froze, his cock head swelling as it wedged in her tight rectum, pulsing and twitching in rhythmic muscular spasms, the sperm racing out of him to flood Olivia's bowels, filling her insides with jet after jet of hot semen.

That was it all she needed to tip her over the edge, her body shuddering in release as her orgasm broke over her like a tsunami, her ears popping with the force as she screamed out, a long, sobbing cry of utter fulfilment as this man, her secret lover, pleasured her like no man had ever even approached, let alone equalled. 

As she shuddered and twitched in the throes of her orgasm, one thing only circulated endlessly in her mind; how she was going to keep this man, this perfect lover, this shadow-man, whoever he was, who'd given her such extreme pleasure, once the fantasy was over and it was time to take off the blindfold?

Her unknown lover slipped from her anus, orgasmic tails lighting and whirling through her again as he slid his still rigid cock out of her, making her gasp with the sensation. He supported his weight above her, and then she felt his breath on her neck, the feather touch of his lips as he kissed her lightly on the back of the neck.

"Thank you, sweetheart, that was divine!" breathed that barely heard voice, and Olivia smiled as she was thanked again, still completely unaware of who this magical mystery lover was, but grateful for the pleasure he was giving her so freely, and for his consummate gentleness. It was obvious to her that this man, whoever he was, relished every second of his interlude with her, and in a sudden flash of insight, she realised that he was living out his own fantasy even as he made hers come true. 

The bed creaked slightly as he slipped off, and she heard the sound of him padding into the en-suite bathroom, followed by the sound of running water. She was still smiling happily when he returned, and started a little as she felt a hot cloth on her, washing her after their recent activity.

As he once more slid down next to her, Olivia turned to face him, lying on her right side as her right hand was still shackled to the bed frame. Immediately his arms slid around her, to once again slide down and clench her tight, plush arse cheeks, squeezing and pulling them apart as his lips played over her face, brushing her cheeks, her ears, her forehead, before settling on her lips. 

She welcomed his exploring tongue, her own tongue fencing and sparring with his as they kissed like long-parted lovers, wildly exchanging kisses as his hands explored and plundered her lovely taut arse. And his cock was stiff against her again! She marvelled at his ability to recover; he'd fucked her twice already, as well as filling her mouth, and now he was readying himself for another bout; Christ, she got lucky with his one!

Now he gently moved her onto her back, positioning himself above her again, his hands planted on either side of her. He moved back and away from her, and as she was wondering what he was doing, she felt his hands behind her knees, lifting them off the bed. Olivia followed his mute instructions, draping her knees over his shoulders as she moved forward, then feeling him moving her knees even further back, at the same time lifting her pelvis up until her knees were almost touching her shoulders, her feet nearly touching the bed as he bent her double, his strong hands holding her in position. Now she felt his warm breath on her exposed pussy, then the exquisite feeling of his tongue gently rasping at her labia as he licked along her slit, tasting her as he pointed his tongue and pushed it inside her, forcing her already swollen labia further apart as he licked and probed inside her.

Olivia squirmed and gasped as he gently teased and tasted her, his strong hands holding her so she couldn't hunch her pussy against his questing tongue like she wanted to, his tongue tip sliding along her labia and rubbing her engorged clitoris, send jags of delight spinning through her. He worked his way along her slit, until at last his lips clamped gently around her clitoris, at the same time his thumb slid into her anus, still loose and moist from being fucked so hard.

Olivia screamed in release as yet another breathtaking orgasm whipped and roared through her, her juices flooding out of her to drip down over his hand as his thumb pumped in and out of her rectum. As she shivered and shuddered in the throes of her orgasm, she felt him move forward once again, and the head of his penis once more slid into her pussy as he draped her knees over his shoulders, her taut buttocks tightly clenched in his hands. He slid into her in one movement, making her gasp out loud, tails of fiery ice rippling and shuddering through her as he sank all the way into her. 




A Cure For The Birthday Blues



Olivia was in a delirium of sexual overload; his hands on her, the position he was holding her in, and most of all the feel of his size rammed fully into her, was almost more than she could bear, but she still reached for him with her free hand, rubbing his neck, his shoulder, his chest, but not his face; she knew she wasn't allowed to do that, not yet. As he began to pump into her, the sexual pressure ratcheted up notch after notch; Olivia was gasping as she pumped back against his powerful thrusts into her, her arousal peaking as his big cock stretched her vaginal sheath again, orgasm building yet again. 

Suddenly, he pulled himself out of her and speared forward, his cock ramming into her loose and oily anus. As he slid into her, Olivia screamed, the bow-wave of her orgasm smashing into her, closing down all sensation except the feel of him as he pummelled her rectum. As she came, her anus squeezed tight around him, and with a loud, groaning gasp, he froze, his cock pulsing as he once again poured his spunk deep into her bowels, spraying her insides with his hot seed. Over and over he pulsed, spurt after spurt of hot spunk hammering into her tightest hole, coating her rectum with his milky sperm.

He stopped ejaculating, her anal muscles relaxing enough to let him withdraw, and he dropped down beside her, Olivia quivering and shaking from the volcanic orgasm, her sides and stomach aching from so many powerful orgasms, finally fucked to perfection by this incredible man.

As she calmed down, his arms snaked around and under her, pulling her close to kiss her gently, tenderly, lovingly, as his hands once again slid down to hold and squeeze her buttocks, the way he held her telling her that he owned her now, and Olivia gladly gave herself to the ownership of this superlative lover. She gladly kissed him back, unwilling to let go of any part of this wonderful man, surrendering completely to this lover who'd tied her down in the night and given her pleasure like she'd never experienced before. She held him close, feeling safe and warm, and oddly, loved, absolutely certain that, if she had anything to fear from any man, it wouldn't be this one. She hugged him close, feeling his arms comforting and strong around her as sleep gradually overtook her.

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Olivia woke gradually, stretching luxuriously before it struck her; her hands were free! For a second she exulted, then realisation struck; if her hands were free, then he was gone! Her spirits crashed as she realised her perfect lover, the man she wanted more than anything, was gone, and she'd never seen him, would never know him. Her anxiety was short-lived, however, as she realised she wasn't alone, an almost cellular awareness telling her that someone was still there. He was still there, he hadn't stolen away in the night!

She began to remove the blindfold, but stopped; she didn't want the fantasy to end like this; she wanted one last time with her unseen lover, one last dance before she had to let him go and embrace reality again. As she hesitated, a hand touched her cheek, soft fingers tracing her jawline, and sliding round to the back of her neck, gently urging her forward. Olivia complied, her mind's eye full of the acts she might once again perform with this perfect lover. 

She sensed him kneel up on the bed, pulling her closer to gently kiss and caress her, his hands once more wrapping themselves around her taut arse cheeks, pulling her closer to him, trapping his full-blooded erection between them. Olivia smelled soap, and her questing fingers found his hair damp; obviously he'd had a shower while she slept, and she marvelled that she'd been put to sleep so thoroughly that she'd not heard a thing. She grinned, and wound her arms around his neck, enjoying his kiss as he squeezed and separated her luscious buttocks, her hand finally slipping down to grasp and gently, firmly pump his hardness, hearing the soft, almost subliminal gasp, an intake of breath almost on the cusp of hearing.

Olivia broke off her kiss to bend down, her lips descending as she sought out the object of her desire; his ivory-hard cock. As her tongue-tip touched the warm, slick, velvety head, she heard again that soft, muted gasp, and then again as her lips engulfed him, sucking and tasting him as she slowly pumped her head up and down. She could feel his restrained movements as his bodily instincts sought to plunge himself deep into her hot, wet mouth, his need to enjoy her overriding his instincts second by second. 

He lifted her up again, gently pushing her back onto the bed, and kissing his way down from her neck, to suck and nibble on her fat, swollen nipples, making her writhe in arousal as he suckled and licked at her, then kissing his way down her torso to her slit, his tongue sliding into that place where her hooded clitoris lay concealed. The little bead was already becoming solid with arousal as his tongue wormed its way into her slit, her breath catching in her throat as he grazed her clitoris with his teeth, and then sucked it between his lips, nearly tipping her over the edge there and then.

His tongue withdrew from her, Olivia mewing in frustration, until she sensed him over her, and felt his cock butting against her gaping slit, swollen and wet with need for him. She reached down and aimed him, and with a single stroke, he pushed himself into her in one long, slow, unstoppable glide, stretching her open as he invaded her hot recess once again. 

Olivia gasped at the sensation, her hips instinctively bucking up to meet him, and so they pumped and bucked against each other, his cock ramming into her as he fucked her wildly, silently, Olivia pumping back against him, meeting him stroke for stroke, herself no less wild, only her breathing and gasping to break the morning silence in her bedroom.

Olivia could hold back no more; her orgasm broke over her like a giant tsunami, making her cry out in release, her body rigid as her pussy clamped down tight around his surging cock. He in turn cried out as the sudden restriction took him over the edge, his own body freezing in place as jet after jet of hot sperm powered into her, filling her up and squeezing out of their tightly joined sexes to run down her perineum and pool on the bed below.

When he'd finished ejaculating, he slumped down next to her, gently pulling her close by her buttocks and kissing her again.

"Thank you darling, thank you so much!" he whispered.

Olivia reached out stroke his face, this time without him pulling away, simultaneously sliding the blindfold off to see him for the first time, opening her eyes to look into his green eyes, the eyes of her beloved brother, Ryan.

"Hello beautiful girl, Happy Birthday!" he smiled, his hands caressing her as he leaned down to kiss her again. 

Her eyes widened, too shocked to do anything except kiss him back, remembering how well, and how gently, how intently, how powerfully he'd loved her, how he'd made her feel like no man ever had before. Memories of their lovemaking blended seamlessly with her fantasy of him last night, the two memories drawing her to him powerfully as she realised that she loved him, that she was finally able to admit to herself that she was in love with him, and she wanted him, now. Ryan broke their kiss and smiled down at her, his eyes warm and loving.

"I love you, Livvie!" he whispered in her ear, his hands tightening as he squeezed her lush buttocks, pulling her against him, the feel of his cock against her lips making her pussy twitch in remembered passion. 

Olivia's hands caressed him as she kissed him back, eventually slipping down to hold and fondle his big velvety balls, and squeeze his semi-flaccid cock, the limp flesh stiffening and expanding in her hand into the thick muscular pillar of flesh she remembered from their night of non-stop fucking. This cock had spent most of the night ploughing into her, reaming her holes so completely, and now it was ready for more.

With a voiceless little cry, Olivia pushed him onto his back, sliding over him and throwing a leg over to straddle him, hissing in satisfaction as his surging cock slid into her hot, well-fucked pussy. His hands came up, squeezing and kneading her breasts as she slowly rode him, swivelling her hips and feeling the head of his cock rub against the neck of her womb, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through her. Ryan squeezed and tugged at her nipples, stimulating the fat cones of her nipples and areolae as she slid back and forth on his solid cock.

Ryan began thrusting up against her as she ground against him, his hands on her nipples now rhythmically squeezing and gently pulling in time to his increasingly insistent thrusts. Olivia ground and bucked harder as the pleasurable sensation built inside her, sharp little rivulets of pleasure combining to form a pent-up flood as she rode him for all she was worth, feeling the dam beginning to give way. As her need began to peak she slumped forward, resting her hands on his hard, muscular chest as she ground herself against him for all she was worth, the patch of rough, wiry hair at the base of his cock rubbing and stimulating her engorged clitoris, pushing her ever closer to the edge. 

Ryan, sensing she was almost there, redoubled his efforts, his hands sliding down her back to clench and squeeze her buttocks as she ground and humped her crotch against his, his hands pushing her against him as she pushed herself down, wringing every last scrap of pleasure out of their coupling. As she began to pulse, her orgasm hovering on the edge, Ryan thrust two fingers into her tight, slippery anus as he arched his back, ramming his cock into her as hard as he could.

With a scream of release, Olivia came, her heart hammering as wave after wave of white-hot pleasure coursed through her. As she opened her eyes to look into her brother's eyes, memory of when she'd masturbated to his imagined cocking of her rose up again, this time combined with reality as he rammed his thick cock into her. 

Her heart slammed against her ribs as the first electric tremors of orgasm thrilled and tingled through her entire body, feeling like hot electric sparks were shooting out of every extremity, bathing her in their sparkling radiance. Olivia's body was wracked with shudders, her hissing scream of fulfilment echoing through the small flat as her anus clamped down on the two fingers rammed into her tightest hole, her cunt rippling, squeezing and sucking at him as her orgasm billowed through her. 

Ryan lost what little self-control he had left as Olivia convulsed above him, his cock exploding, spraying pulse after sticky pulse of sperm deep into his sister's hot, tight pussy, emptying himself into her as she moaned and shuddered above him, milking him even as he filled her with his seed.

Olivia slumped down on him, her lips seeking his, kissing him hungrily, fulfilled for the first time in her life and loath to let him go for even an instant, desperate for him to take her again, make her come so vigorously again and again, and make her his forever. Ryan rolled over, taking her with him, to lie with her pulled close to him, his hands still holding and gently kneading her firm, sexy cheeks.

Olivia looked up into his eyes, seeing only love and need for her in his smoky green gaze. 

"Why, Ryan, why now?" she whispered.

Her brother smiled as he gently squeezed and jiggled her buttocks, his fingers sliding over the plush globes.

"I only got in late, I was held up at Portsmouth and had to take a late train. I'm sorry I missed your birthday, but I had a treat planned for you, baby-girl, and a surprise!"

Olivia reached up to caress his cheek.

"That was some treat, Ry, how did you know?"

Ryan grinned, his eyes dancing.

"You told me last year, after two bottles of Zinfandel and three Peach Schnapps, so I came prepared! I hope all was to your satisfaction, milady?" 

For answer, Olivia ground herself against his cock, feeling the flaccid organ twitch as it started to erect again. Her hand curled around his neck as she pulled his head down, kissing him as her other hand found and gently squeezed his balls, feeling his organ stiffen against her as she wriggled and ground against him. 

Olivia finally broke off the kiss to look into his beautiful eyes again.

"I repeat, why now? Not that I'm complaining, because it was fucking incredible, but hammering your sister flat for her birthday is kind of an unusual present!" 

Ryan pulled her closer, his hands tightening around her taut globes as he licked her lips.

"I wanted to give you the best birthday ever, with everything you ever wanted, because I want you to love me like I love you. I want you, Livvie, only you, always. I love you so much it hurts, and I can't be away from you any longer. When I left my ship yesterday, it was because I've resigned my commission in the navy; I've been offered a job in Gosport, with a company that makes naval fire control systems, and I said yes; they're offering me more than I could ever earn in the Royal Navy...and I want you to come with me. I want us to be together."

Olivia stared at him, all her fantasies and thoughts about him spiralling in her head; the one overwhelming thought, though, was "he wants me, oh my God, of all the girls he could have, he actually wants me!"

Ryan looked at her, his eyes pleading as Olivia looked silently at him. He licked his lips and ploughed on.

"Livvie, all I could think about when we were on patrol was you, all I could do at night was stare at your picture and want you; I told all the other Watch Officers you were my girl, they were all jealous as hell that a babe like you was waiting for me back home; I want that to be true, I really do. I love you, Livvie, please say you love me!" 

Olivia grinned happily at him.

"Of course I love you, you big silly man; how could I not love someone as sweet and lovely as you! I don't give a shit if you're my brother, I just want you, Ryan McLeod! If I felt anything else I'd have screamed the house down when I saw your face! You gave me the best birthday treat, and the best present ever. Of course I'm coming with you, try stopping me!"

Ryan grinned back, and pulled her to him, his hands pulling her cheeks apart as he rubbed his cock against her wet and swollen gash. Olivia gasped as the thick, bulbous head of his cock butted against her clitoris, rolling onto her back and pulling him to her so he could mount her properly. Their lips sealed together as his cock powered into her, Olivia groaning as the thick length filled and stretched her once again. As he slid into her again and again, he pulled her cheeks apart and rubbed her tender anus, spreading her juices around the tight little rosebud, before deftly sliding first one then two fingers into her, pumping them into her in time to the thrusts of his surging cock. 

Olivia wrapped her legs around his waist, raising her pelvis so she could squeeze him with her pussy as he rammed and thrust into her, while simultaneously rubbing and thrusting her swollen and protruding clitoris against the thatch of wiry curls clothing the root of his thick cock, pleasuring herself as she pleasured him.

Their frenzied fucking couldn't last long, and it was Olivia who couldn't take it any longer, her orgasm breaking in a power-wave of pleasure as it blew and billowed through her, lighting up every nerve-ending with a hot glow of sheer delight. Her pussy clamped tightly around his cock, finally sending him over the edge, and with a bellowing groan, Ryan once more came inside her tight pussy, his cock painting her womb with long splashes of hot spunk, jet after jet of it blasting into her and filling every nook and crevice inside her, drowning her cervix in his essence.

Ryan finished emptying himself into her, his cock still twitching inside her long after his last remaining reserves of semen had drained from his body, eventually slumping down next to her, his arm going around her to pull her into him.

"Thank you, Livvie, that was amazing, and thank you for what you said. I promise you, everything you ever wanted is yours, all I want from you is you, forever!"

He reached under the pillow and pulled out a small ring-box.

"Livvie, I know I can't marry you, not legally, anyway, but I still want you to be my wife; when I accepted the job, I told them I was married, and I bought you this..."

He opened the box to show Olivia a matching pair of platinum wedding rings, simple, pure and beautiful.

"We have the same name, so no-one will think anything of it, but I want you to wear my ring and be my wife; I want to have a home, family, everything that matters, and I only want it with you. Will you wear my ring and be my wife?"

Olivia stared, tears gathering in her eyes, then slowly smiled, her eyes sparkling as she nodded.

"Ryan, I want nothing else than to be your wife, I want to be with you forever, and I want to have a family with you, more than anything in the whole, wide world! Yes, I'd be honoured to wear your ring and be your wife. I love you, Ryan, I always have, and I always will!"

Ryan took her hand and slipped the ring on her ring-finger.

"Olivia McLeod, with this ring I thee wed, with my body I thee worship, and with all my worldly goods I thee endow. Now you really are my wife!"

Olivia smiled at him, eyes sparkling with unshed tears. 

"Ry, that was so beautiful, thank you!"

Ryan grinned.

"I practiced that all the way here; I looked it up and drummed it into my mind, just so I could say it perfectly for you!"

Olivia took his hand and placed the other ring on his ring-finger.

"And now you are my husband, Ryan McLeod, now and forever!"

As Ryan pulled her in close, his hands once more sliding around her marvellous buttocks, neither of them could know that the family they craved was already beginning. Eight days before, Olivia had seen the doctor over an ear infection, and he'd prescribed a course of powerful antibiotics, and as her birth control pills were contra-indicated for that particular antibiotic, she'd stopped taking them and couldn't restart until after her next period. Ryan had been pouring sperm into her fertile womb all night long, and when that date came and went, she and Ryan were going to discover that he'd given her the best birthday present she could ever ask for, a fitting way to seal their love.

THE END. For now.