33 comments/ 151987 views/ 149 favorites Sisterfest Ch. 01 By: beachbum1958 This story has been cooking for a long time now, other writing projects got in the way, then a long spell in the ICU, so it got shoved on the back burner. Bonnie Hurd helped me knock it into shape, and OldKing Clancy is due a big hand for his work on making this readable and reasonably sane, so many big thanks to him! As always, I remind readers that this is not the real world, it's only one of my myriad versions, so please take everything with an extra-large pinch of salt, and try and enjoy the ride! I welcome all comments, good, bad, indifferent and insane, so if you liked it, please let me know, if you didn't, please tell me why, and if you want to make assertions about my parentage, my wife does that every day, I'm covered in protective rough surfaces, be my guest, because I only delete the truly nasty stuff if it's irrelevant, illegible, incomprehensible, or completely demented. Have fun! ***** Part 1: The Set-up Lara was getting nowhere with Finn, and beginning to wonder if she ever would; everything she tried, every sexy outfit, every short skirt, every thrust of her bra-less breasts under her tight T-shirt, every flash of her almost non-existent panties was getting no reaction out of him; he just resolutely looked away, or frowned and flicked over the page of the book or magazine he was reading. "It must be me..." she thought, "I'm not good enough for him, that has to be it, he obviously thinks I'm some kind of skank, there's no other explanation..." This train of thought sent her to her room in tears, that her older brother, the most beautiful boy in the world, who lived in the room across the corridor from hers, who sat down to eat with her every day, and who unblinkingly watched her parade up and down in the most mind-boggling assortment of sexy, cutesy, or downright slutty outfits, didn't know she existed, or didn't think she was worth noticing, or didn't care, because he thought she was a slut. Lara was in a bad way, her heart pining for Finn, tall, perfect, black-haired, blue-eyed Finn, with his classic, sculpted features and strong white teeth; elegant, cultured, kind, thoughtful, considerate Finn, the boy who liked everyone else in the entire world, but who couldn't spare a single glance for her. Lara and Finn were both at university, Lara in her first year studying Materials Sciences at De Montfort, and Finn in his second year at Oxford Brookes, studying Mechanical Engineering, and they were both home now for the summer. Their family home was in Ledbury, Herefordshire, where they lived with their mother, their father having disappeared shortly before Lara's birth, and never heard from since; Lara of course had never met him, and Finn couldn't remember him, so his absence had never made a great deal of difference to their lives together as they grew up. Because of the small difference in their ages, (Lara was almost 19, Finn had just had his 20th birthday), the siblings had grown up closer than other siblings with a wider age-gap, and most people thought they were twins anyway; they both had the same sleek, glossy black hair, striking, deep-blue eyes, and clear, pale skin, and at 5'8", Lara was only 4" shorter than Finn. She was a slender girl, but shapely and alluring, her110lbs perfectly distributed, with a slim 22" waist and flat, toned stomach, her flared hips setting off her round, juicy little bottom and perky, delectable 34B breasts perfectly. Finn, on the other hand, was 6' and 180 pounds; nearly 10 years of playing rugby, first for his school, now for his university team, had kept him in perfect condition, with the deep chest and solid stomach, wide shoulders and solid, tireless legs necessary to play his preferred position, Prop-Forward. * Finn glanced up as Lara made a hasty exit, breathing a sigh of relief as he adjusted his painfully constricted erection inside his jeans. Damn, he thought, didn't she know what she was doing to him? It was bad enough the tall girl with the long, black hair and the skin like alabaster was the loveliest thing he'd ever seen, she had to go and have a figure that could stop traffic, and dazzling blue eyes a man could drown in, and yet she seemed to be unaware of all that, parading around him in skimpy outfits like he was a wax dummy, unable to respond to the sexual attraction that rolled off her and battered him with wave after wave of mind-twisting lust for her. "Why the fuck does she have to be my sister?" he mourned in the silence of his head, "It's not fair! If only she wasn't my little sister, Christ, I'd wear her out!" Finn made his way to his room, his hand clutching himself lightly; after a day of Lara's presence tempting and taunting him, he was coming in for a case of Lover's Balls that would probably make medical history, and even frantically wanking like a safari park baboon wasn't going to completely relieve the ache in his balls; whatever relief he could give himself now was going to be short-lived; there was still the rest of the day to get through, then tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that, a whole summer of trying not to explode as his alluring sister paraded around all but naked, blithely ignoring him, making his life a living hell. Once in his room, he studied himself in the mirror, sadly accepting that Lara would never, could never find someone like him in the least bit attractive; he'd seen the kind of boys who constantly buzzed around her, they all had that pallid, intense, fashionably lean and tousled look she so obviously preferred, and he knew he didn't stand a chance, not compared to them; who was he kidding, he was just her lumbering big brother, that was all she was ever going to see him as, and his fantasies about her were never going to come true, not in a million years. Finn sighed, resolving yet again to stop thinking about her, she was his sister, everything he was thinking about her was wrong, and sick, and perverted, there were laws, and family reasons why it could never be. Even as he rationalised his reasons for avoiding and abhorring her, almost without conscious thought, his hand slipped into his shorts, and he began to squeeze and fist himself, fantasy images of Lara once again unreeling behind his eyes. * Lara thought Finn was the most perfect male specimen she'd ever seen; the sight of him lounging casually in a faded old sweatshirt and excitingly tight rugby shorts, his eyes flicking across the pages of a textbook or sports magazine, invariably set her pulse racing and her heart hammering; even scragged-up, with his hair tousled and a two-day shadow stubbling his perfect, chiselled jaw-line, he still looked to her like he'd just stepped out of the pages of GQ Magazine. While her view of him may not have been entirely objective, plenty of her friends felt exactly the same way about him, and had already spent several fruitless years throwing themselves at him, subtly and blatantly. Finn had always refused to take the bait; he didn't know what he wanted, but he knew he didn't want any of the girls who made their interest in him obvious. He was also honestly at a loss to understand why Lara's friends kept making passes at him; it said much about him that he never once considered himself attractive or good-looking, or even vaguely handsome, although there was a small army of girls who'd be prepared to argue that at some length; he just thought Lara's friends were teasing him, or setting him up for some stupid teenage prank. All that aside, however, none of Lara's friends, or any of the other local girls, or fellow uni students, had ever held more than a passing interest for him; his tastes ran more to the tall, black-haired, blue-eyed type, and it was a long time before he could finally admit to himself that all his (short-lived) girlfriends and occasional one-night-stands and party pick-up's looked disturbingly like his little sister. That was when his campaign to ignore her began to take shape; Finn was appalled that he could look at Lara and see not only his sister, but also a beautiful girl he'd fuck without a moment's hesitation, and the inner policeman we all carry around inside roared with outrage at that admission; so, he reasoned, if he couldn't have her, he needed to eliminate her from his thoughts, he needed to keep some distance between them, and the only way to do that was to deliberately not see her, to ignore her, to make sure she didn't give him the opportunity to capture her image and start him off down another road of sick fantasising about her. Of course, living in the same house as her meant it was almost impossible to avoid seeing her, hence the almost constant low-level ache in his crotch. Lara meanwhile had been moved to try increasingly more desperate ways to get him to even acknowledge her presence; not being privy to the turmoil she was causing in him, she reasoned that he was only going to notice her if she actually gave him something to notice; the skimpy outfits, and the parading around damned near naked, the flashing of her juicy, thong-clad peach of a bottom, these were all alien to her nature, something she'd never think of doing to capture any other boy. But Finn was different; Finn was perfect, and she wanted him so badly it was like a red-hot stone sunk into the middle of her, a burning, heavy pain that wouldn't go away, that only he could make go away; but he only ever ignored her, and every day a little more despair crept in as every day he seemed less and less inclined to even notice her presence. Her friends were well aware of her obsession with her brother; as previously noted, most of them felt the same way about him, but they were pragmatic enough to realise and recognise that Finn was entirely disinterested in them. One friend in particular, Haley Moore, Lara's friend since they were five years old, watched in distress as her best friend slowly pined away, unable to have the man she wanted, and unable find someone else. Haley had a cousin who'd been in a similar situation, so called her up and had a long talk about what she'd done to remedy her own situation. What her cousin told her had shocked Haley deeply, but she also realised that her cousin's solution was the only way for her friend to get what she wanted, or move her on forever. Haley took some detailed instructions from her cousin, and made some calls, eventually setting up a meeting in a hotel in Ludlow, over the county line in Shropshire, conveniently far from Ledbury, with the people she hoped would be able to help her friend. A few days after this meeting, Lara received a call inviting her to attend a weekend country-house party, a very special party, at an undisclosed location. There was only one condition; she had to bring her older brother, single attendance was absolutely not permitted. Lara was at first understandably reluctant to go to a mysterious location on an invitation that came out of the blue, but her ears pricked-up when the caller told her that she'd been invited to attend on the recommendation of her friend, and that attending the party could well resolve her problems with her brother. That immediately decided her, and she agreed to convince her brother to attend with her, the caller ringing-off after telling her the instructions for what to wear, what to bring, and what would be expected of her, would arrive shortly. Lara waited on tenterhooks until, finally, a package arrived for her; inside was a list of preparations she was to make, what would be expected of her as a condition of attending the party, and a rather opulent invitation, with one peculiar omission; no actual address was given, the invitation was completely anonymous, and couched in terms that provided no information other than that a party was being held, and that she and her brother were invited. Detailed travel arrangements were listed for the pair of them. Her insides quivered at the thought, but also with apprehension. The easy part was over; she'd made her opening gambit, setting her pieces in place, now came the hard part; how to manoeuvre Finn into place on the board and lure him into Checkmate. She had to get that next part exactly right, or it would be Game Over, period. Looking at the invitation, she noted she had a week to confirm their attendance, so the clock was ticking. Finn was lying on his bed day-dreaming, running his favourite reel from the internal movie that played more or less constantly in his head; the subject Lara. The scene he came back to again and again was the one where she climbed onto his lap, kissed him wildly, and told him "Fuck everyone, fuck what they think, fuck the law; I want you inside me now, rip my knickers off, Finn, I need a good fuck, I want to suck your cock, I want you to lick and fuck my pussy 'til I scream, I want you to stretch my arsehole wide open with that big cock of yours, and I want you to stick your tongue in my arse and make me come, so what are you waiting for, come and do me, now!" Almost of its own volition, his hand slid the waistband of his rugby shorts down and squeezed the erection that beat and pulsed there, slowly pumping his hand as he thought of the sexual gymnastics he wanted to be indulging in with his gorgeous sister. In his mind's eye, he watched her black-haired head bob as she sucked his throbbing cock, then shifting to her hair spread out across the pillow as he pounded his seven inches of thick meat into her holes, hearing the small mewing sounds and sighing groans she'd make into his mouth, her plum-red lips sealed to his as he jack-hammered her cunt and pile-drivered her arse making him even harder, driving him on and on. He was miles away, floating in a pleasure zone of his own imaginings, constantly revisiting his favourite fantasy fucks with Lara, editing and inter-cutting the well-remembered scenes into new and more exciting versions as she intruded more and deeper into his daydreams. "Oh God, Lara, yes, like that, sissy, harder, oh yes, yes, do that!" he murmured, his hand pumping as the dream-Lara fisted his throbbing cock before slipping her plump, pouting lips over the end and taking him down her throat. The image brought him to the brink, and as he teetered there, the image of his cock slipping between her smooth round buttocks and ramming into her tight little anus suddenly filled his mind, the tight, pink little pucker stretching obscenely in a glistening ring around his girth as he slid himself into her. "Ooooh God, Lara!" he groaned as he came, his cock giving a series of strong, muscular twitches as sperm boiled out of him to splash across his belly and chest in long splatters, pulse after pulse of spunk pooling and splashing as he ejaculated more than he'd ever done before at the thought of fucking Lara hard and spunking-up deep inside her tight arse. As he subsided with a softly moaned "Lara...Oh God, Lara..." whispering in the room, Lara drew back from his door, her eyes wide at what she'd just seen. She was still a virgin, but she'd seen enough internet porn to know what happened when a man masturbated, and the amount of semen that normally seemed to be produced, and Finn had just blown out an enormous quantity, more than she had thought possible. While she'd watched, wide-eyed in wonder at what he was doing, and pulsing inside with overjoyed shock as she realised he was thinking of her while he was doing it, and calling her by the pet name she'd had when they were young and still close, another part of her mind entirely was wondering what it would be like to suck that lovely meaty cock she'd just seen. She thrilled at the thought that she might soon get to hold that sculpted flesh, to savour the taste and texture of the spunk he'd pump into her mouth, and wondered whether she'd be able to swallow as much as he'd just pumped out. The thought that she could finally be getting him to fuck her as well made her tingle with anticipation; Lara was a virgin, yes, but she'd already used various toys on herself in the privacy of her room at university, always with Finn in mind as she pleasured herself, but none of them compared to the wonderfully thick cock she'd just seen, and the thought of Finn shoving that fleshly delight in her for real, wherever he wanted, was definitely making her tingle and throb in all her special places! She faded back from his door before he opened his eyes and spotted her, grinning happily to herself; he was already wanking over her, so perhaps convincing him to come with her was going to be easier than she'd feared; maybe, just maybe, Finn Elliot wasn't going to be such a tough nut to crack after all... * Finn had just finished dressing after taking a shower when there was a hesitant knock on his door. "Come in!" he called, and immediately regretted it when Lara opened the door and peeked in. "Finn, can I talk to you, please? It will only be a minute, I p-promise, I n-need your help!" she stammered nervously, fidgeting and speaking so softly he could barely hear her. He nodded, perhaps more curtly than he intended, regretting it immediately as he saw the look of apprehension flit across her face. His chest tightened as she stepped into his room wearing a tee-shirt with no bra underneath, to judge by the two points poking up the front of the tee, and tight shorts that made her slender, fabulous legs look like they went on forever. Finn could barely speak through his suddenly dry throat. "W-what's the problem, Lara? Sit down, I won't bite, you know!" he said, trying a little humour, and cursing himself for such a clumsy, lumbering attempt at wit. Lara smiled fleetingly, and to Finn it was like the sun had come up in his room, just that brief flicker was enough to ramp all his emotions up another notch. Lara sat down on the end of his bed, one leg folded under her, seemingly not noticing they way Finn's eyes were almost glued to the creamy, supple thigh now so prominently displayed. "Finny, I need your help; I have to go to this party next weekend, I promised, it's a weekend house party, and I can't get out of it. There's a boy going to be there, he's been...pestering me at uni, and I heard he's told all his friends he's going to fuck me if he has to tie me down to do it, apparently he's decided I'm a prick-tease and he's going to teach me a lesson!" Lara inwardly congratulated herself on slipping-in his own pet name, the one she'd given him when she was small, knowing the associations it would trigger inside him, and make him feel protective toward her. Finn swelled with anger at the thought of anyone forcing themselves on his Lara; even if he didn't feel the way he did about her, he'd have been outraged; this was his little sister! With an effort, he forced himself to calm down and wait for whatever else she wanted to tell him. Her using his pet name from when she was small didn't help, either; it just made her all the more adorable, and he was having enough trouble focussing on her as it was. "Go on, Sissy, I'm listening. How can I help you? Do you want me to grab this prick and rip his scalp off? I will, if that's what it takes to teach him no means no!" Lara looked at him so piteously, so helplessly, all his feelings for her reared-up and bit him in the heart; if she'd asked him right there and then to shove a bunny-tail up his backside and hop naked down the High Street, he'd have done it. "Finny, I want you to come with me; I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend! With you there, I know that creep will keep his distance! Please say you'll do it, you're so big and muscular and just...just so big, all his little wanker friends will get the message as well and just back off. Please say you'll help me, please, Finny!" The little break in her voice at the end of her speech was inspired, she had to admit; his slitted eyes and and firm-set jaw, the muscles jumping as he fought to contain his anger at her "plight", made her heart overflow with love (and lust!) for him; oh my God, he looked ready to fight dragons for her! Sisterfest Ch. 01 Finn was speechless; he'd never have expected a request like that from Lara; she hardly ever spoke to him, she didn't even seem to know he was there half the time, but now, now she was asking him to spend the weekend with her, away from home, posing as her boyfriend; it was almost like part of his fantasy was coming true. "Finny...Finn, are you okay? Finn, please say something!" she almost sobbed, playing the "distressed sister" to the hilt, snapping him out of his haze. "Of course I will, sissy, if this bloke's bothering you, you're going to need me there. I'd love to come with you and be the big scary boyfriend! One thing though; you look just like me, how am I going to pass for your boyfriend when we look like twins?" Lara grinned at the question, the answer already prepared beforehand. "Finny, that creep only ever presses himself up against my bum or tries to grope my tits! I don't think he's even going to notice the resemblance, he'll be too busy concentrating on how to get my pants off!" Finn smiled at her, Lara's heart almost missing a beat at the sight. "Okay, big brother or boyfriend, I'll be one or the other; either way, I'll rip his arm off and shove it up his arse if he steps out of line. I'm in, Sissy!" Lara jumped up and flung her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "Oh Finny, thank you, thank you, I know you must have had plans, but I'll make it up to you somehow, I promise!" Finn gently disengaged her; her perfume was a light, subtle, spicy scent with overtones of bitter orange, and her hair smelled like passion-fruit, and the two of them combined, together with her warmth and nearness, was seriously turning him on; he was getting an erection, and the last thing he wanted was for her to be feeling that pressing into her stomach as she hugged him for the first time in what felt like forever. "Just let me know the address and I'll ask mum if I can borrow the car..." he began, but Lara cut him short. "It's okay, Finn, they're sending a car, all you have to bring is a couple of changes of clothes and your dinner suit, it's evening informal, so black-tie, you do know how to tie a real one, don't you? Please don't wear that horrible elasticated thing!" Finn grinned ruefully. "Once upon a time; now, who knows? I'll get granddad's old black tie and practice so I don't disgrace you!" Lara smiled at him, a quick, sunny smile that made his cock jump, and almost skipped out of his room. Phase 1 completed, she exulted as she made for her room, then the reality of what she'd just done hit her. Her eyes filled as she realised how she'd manipulated him, using emotional blackmail to get him to do what she wanted. The guilt rose up as she thought of the anger and protectiveness she'd seen in his eyes when she spun her story, and she very nearly turned around and rushed back to confess the lie to him, to apologise for using his feelings for her to get her own way, and for trapping him in a situation he may never have wanted, only fantasised about. Lara crept back to her room, guilt and apprehension now warring inside her, with a healthy dose of lust as well, that scene earlier playing again in her mind, Finn masturbating and calling her name as he came so copiously... Lara debated with herself whether or not to call the whole thing off, after seeing Finn's reaction to her pack of lies; he'd looked so gorgeous being protective and big-brotherly, his blue eyes flashing like sapphires, and part of her wanted to slink into his room, slip into bed with him, and give him a resounding "thank you" for being so caring and protective, but the thought that she may blow it all just when she was so close to getting him in just that position pulled her up short; no, she decided, she'd have to let him cook slowly for the next few days; waiting until the following weekend definitely seemed like a better bet. He'd bought the lie, and whatever happened at the party should make him realise just how serious she was about him. Lara waited on tenterhooks for the rest of the week, and the whole of the following week, and while she waited, her plans for what she was going to do with Finn warred with the guilt for having deceived and lied to him; such a big lie too, considering what the weekend was going to be about, until, by the time the following Friday rolled around, she was in a state of high anxiety bordering on hysteria. She'd tried to blunt the edge of it by serially teasing him, walking around day after day wearing just a t-shirt and minuscule panties, invariably having to reach-up to get something off a shelf while in his presence, and hearing the muted indrawn breath, grinning to herself as she turned to see him with his nose buried deep in his book, but a tell-tale bulge visible in the front of his jeans or shorts. It didn't seem to be working, though; inevitably, the more she teased him, the more she wanted him. Part 2:Sisterfest: The First Day. When the day of the party rolled around, Lara spent most of the morning trying to look hot but modest, chic but not a fashion-victim, trying one hair style after another, and it was only the sight of Finn in a pale pink Pierre Cardin shirt with the discreet logo on the cuff, and casually elegant Ted Baker slacks, instead of his habitual Oxford University sweatshirt and deliciously tight rugby shorts, that finally calmed her, as she drank in just how delectable he looked. Lara shivered with excitement tinged with apprehension; tonight was the night, and if all went to plan, he was going to find out what he really meant to her. Finn noticed her excited state, as well as the simple shift dress she'd chosen to wear to travel down to wherever this party was going to be, also noting that no matter how nondescript the dress was, it couldn't disguise just how alluring her tight body was, or detract from just how stunning she was with her huge blue eyes, her beautiful, serene face, her delicate rosebud lips, and the mane of long, glossy black hair that swung in a graceful bell with every movement of her head. "What's the matter, Lara, you seem a little, I dunno, tense, is something wrong?" he asked, reassured only slightly by her hesitant smile. "It's nothing, Finn, it's just I've never been to one of these weekend house-parties before, and I want to make a good impression!" she smiled nervously, disguising as best she could the real reason for her nervousness. Luckily Finn took her words at face value. "Don't worry too much, sis, if your friend invited you she obviously feels you'll fit right in; believe me, Sissy, looking like you do, you couldn't make a bad impression if you tried!" Lara beamed at that, while Finn reddened as he replayed what he'd just said, but as far as he could tell, Lara took it as a genuine compliment, obviously reading nothing more into it, and after only a few awkward seconds he managed to get his breathing back under control. Before things got any more awkward, the doorbell announced that their car had arrived, and Lara answered the door while Finn carried their weekend bags out. The driver bowed them into the back seat of a large, old-fashioned black limousine-type car, although Finn wasn't able to immediately identify the make or model, and stowed their bags in the boot before climbing in. As he started the car, the privacy screen rose, cutting them off from the driver, and also preventing them seeing where they were going through the windscreen, and, as all the windows were heavily tinted to almost completely opaque, all they could see was just blurred impressions of streets and houses passing them by as the car prowled along almost silently. Fin was inclined to be alarmed at first, as they were effectively trapped in a blacked-out mobile cell, after all, but Lara didn't seem too worried, and eventually Finn took his cue from her, settling back into his seat and letting the muted hum of the car lull him. Lara had discovered a buffet cabinet in the passenger compartment, with sandwiches and cold drinks in an ice bucket, and so they shared an impromptu picnic while they sped toward their unknown location. At first they talked about what the party would be like, speculated on where exactly they were going, Lara allaying Finn's suspicions by spinning a yarn about how her friend was a devotee of 'Murder Mystery' weekends, and that was probably what this whole cloak and dagger business with the blacked-out limo was about. She couldn't tell if he was completely convinced, but he seemed to relax and after they'd lunched, she leaned against him while they both dozed. The car slowing woke them both, and Finn checked his watch; almost three hours had passed, so they'd come a considerable distance from Ledbury, although for all they knew that could have just taken a wide, looping trip around Herefordshire and be 500 yards from their front door. The car seemed to pass through some doors into an enclosed area of some sort, and as it came to a halt, the door was opened by a large man in a black suit, white shirt, and black tie, wearing dark glasses and a forbidding expression. As Finn gave Lara his hand to help her out of the car, he caught a glimpse of the outside before the doors the car had come through closed with a hollow thudding noise, but what he'd glimpsed was unrevealing, just a line of trees and a strip of blue sky above, so still no real clues as to where they actually were. The driver passed them, carrying their bags, and the man who'd opened the door indicated that they should follow him. They walked through the corridors of what was obviously a very large, exquisitely decorated, and very elegant country house, red plush, Regency-stripe wallpaper and ornate, beautiful, and obviously antique and very valuable wall-clocks very much in evidence, as well as highly decorated plaster ceilings with Regency-style dental mouldings, intricate ceiling roses, and elegant cornices and dado rails, all very much in the style of John Nash. Lara and Finn walked in silence, drawing closer together, slightly intimidated by the opulent decor and the sheer size and extent of the building, and when Lara finally slipped her hand into his, Finn didn't object; in fact, he was feeling the need for a little human contact himself, here in this grandly intimidating warren. The man led them along a bewildering series of corridors, and up and down short flights of stairs, to eventually arrive at a pair of immense mahogany doors. The man opened the door and indicated they go through, to join the group of people already assembled there. As they walked through into the room, the doors closed behind them with a soft click. Finn looked at Lara, but she didn't look in the least apprehensive about the whole manner of their arrival here, so he relaxed, studying the other people around them. There were 15 or 16 couples, none of whom seemed to be much older than him. Finn was relieved; at least it was a young crowd, no older fuddy-duddies, although none of them seemed the type to be enthusiastic about spending a weekend solving 'The Murder At The Vicarage', or playing at being super-sleuths. There was a table with bottles of sparkling water and soft drinks in ice buckets, and Finn was just pouring a glass of Pellegrino for Lara when the double-doors at the other end of the long room opened and three people came in. Immediately all talk ceased as everyone focussed on the new arrivals. They were in their early to mid-twenties, two girls and a young man, all three of them grey-eyed and chestnut-haired, with a strong familial resemblance. They had warm, welcoming smiles, and Finn assumed these were their hosts for the weekend, although they looked a little young to be the owners of such a grand and opulent house. One of the girls, who looked to be the older of the two, smiled as her gaze swept the room. "Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, thank you for attending our little gathering, it's good to see so many of you here; we shall strive to make your weekend a memorable one!" The way she emphasised the word 'memorable' caught Finn's attention, as though it had special connotations for this particular gathering. He listened as the girl continued. "You may be wondering why you are here, but by the end of the weekend, all your questions will have been more than satisfactorily answered, of that you can be certain! My name is Sylvie, and this is my younger sister, Robyn, and my older brother Evan; we are your hosts for the weekend, welcome to our home!" She smiled again, and Finn was taken by just how beautiful she really was, clear-skinned, bright, gold-shot chestnut hair hanging almost to her waist, dove grey eyes, tall and willowy. She had a tight and alluring figure under her rather daring skin-tight white satin jumpsuit, the plunging neckline split almost to where her pubic hair would be visible, and split from ankle to hip on both legs, allowing her long slender legs to be fully on display. But he also realised one thing; she was beautiful, yes, but Lara was gorgeous; even dressed in a simple one-piece shift-dress, she outshone the two beautiful brunettes, or any other girl in the room, there was no question in his mind about that. While Sylvie was talking, Robyn had been quietly circulating through the crowd, whispering to each of the girls in turn, who nodded and left her partner to go and stand with the others near the double doors the trio had entered through. Robyn approached Lara, and whispered something in her ear, Finn didn't catch any of it, but Lara smiled and patted him on the arm, smiled brightly at him, and left his side to join the rest of the girls thronging around the double doors. When all the girls were collected together, Sylvie smiled again and addressed the group of young men left. "Gentlemen, as you've no doubt been made aware, this is a special weekend, and the ladies have made a special effort as regards their...attire for the festivities to come, so if you will excuse them, they will have to leave for a short while, to get ready to look their best for you. Please, there are refreshments, I invite you to help yourselves, we won't be gone long. Until later, gentlemen!" With that, the doors swung open, and all the girls filed out behind Robyn, Lara giving Finn a bright smile over her shoulder before disappearing through the door, and Evan and Sylvie bringing up the rear, with the doors clicking shut behind them. 'Okay, so that wasn't odd!' thought Finn, puzzled at the need for the girls to leave en-masse like that, and feeling a vague disquiet about this whole affair. Lara hadn't once mentioned this bloke she said she was afraid of, in fact she'd rather hurriedly changed the subject when he'd tried to bring it up, visions of cornering the guy and having a big-brotherly chat with him, perhaps giving him a couple of discreet thumps to teach him some manners playing in his head for a few seconds, but Lara had seemed reluctant to talk about it, almost evasive now that they were actually here. Something was funny here, but funny peculiar, not funny ha-ha, and he was definitely feeling out of his depth, confined in a room with a bunch of strangers, in a place God only knew how far from home, with no way to get back there; yep, he was definitely feeling on-edge and off-balance right now. He poured himself a glass of sparkling water and considered his options; he could leave, but not without Lara, and God knew where she was in this warren right now, or he could stay, wait and see if this whole build-up was part of the 'Mystery' they were supposed to solve this weekend, and try and enjoy the mystery as it unreeled. He decided to wait and see; Lara had seemed chipper, unworried, almost smug when she'd disappeared from view, so Finn decided to let the evening bring whatever it did; if things happened he wasn't happy with, then he'd take steps, but until then, he'd hold his peace. Time dragged on, and Finn, feeling the pangs of hunger, dug into the sandwiches and canapes provided, managing to have a decent snack while waiting for something, anything to happen. There was precious little conversation; nearly everyone else there seemed to be as uneasy as him, and from the few remarks he overheard, he realised that an inordinate number of the guys there were there with their younger sisters, just like he was, which led him to wonder just what the hell was really going on here. Just as the tension had risen to almost unbearable levels, the double doors swung back, and Sylvie and Robyn strode through; but what a difference now! Sylvie was dressed in a clinging, red micro-dress, her hair swept over her shoulder, and teetering red stilettos. Robyn was dressed in almost the same outfit, but her dress was a glossy black, almost like PVC or latex, with her long hair caught in a pony-tail tied with a silver band. All eyes were suddenly on the two stunning girls, and when she was sure she had everyone's undivided attention, Sylvie smiled and stepped forward. "Gentlemen, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long, you know how it is, sometimes it takes a little extra effort to make that bigger bang! The ladies are waiting to show you their chosen attire for the evening, so, if you please...the ladies!" On cue, the girls filed back into the room, but what a change; gone were the simple dresses and casual combinations, now they were dressed to thrill, to entice, to attract and distract, and it was working, judging by the sudden in-drawn breaths and open mouths! None of them were wearing dresses; in fact, most of them were wearing almost nothing, instead bikinis, bustieres, teddies, and corsets were much in evidence. Finn's mouth fell open as Lara strutted towards him wearing the tiniest black panties he'd ever seen and a brief matching bustiere, to stand in front of him, hands on hips, posing in killer heels and lacy black hold-up stockings. "This is for you, Finny, do you like it?" she whispered, her nipples clearly visible through the sheer material of the bustiere. She stretched her arms above her head and slowly turned, displaying her perfect bottom, the thin, clinging material of her panties disappearing into the cleft between her buttocks. Finn stared in lustful astonishment, aware only of her, and the erotic image she portrayed as she posed for him, until the need in his own crotch brought him back to reality. A furnace was now burning below his waist, and he was aware that Lara could see his excitement, but this time he wasn't ashamed for her to see, to know what he was feeling in her presence. Judging from the low-voiced cries and comments coming from the other men in the room, they were feeling the same thing, as the girls, a galaxy of loveliness, strutted and posed in front of them. Sylvie spoke again, cutting across the murmurs and giggles now audible in the room. "Gentlemen, I know you were wondering why you were brought here, to my home, to enjoy this weekend. Each of you was invited at the request of your younger sister, for one reason only; she wanted you to come here, because only here, this weekend, could she tell you what she felt for you, and do the one thing she's always wanted to do with you. Gentlemen, you are here because your sister wants to fuck you, she wants you to fuck her, and here, in this place, you can do that, with no judgement, no recriminations, no consequences; you are safe here to indulge any fantasies your sister wants to explore with you, to do those things with her she's longed for you to do." She paused to let that sink in, waiting until the murmured comments and exclamations died away before continuing. "Gentlemen, if you don't want to do that, if you feel that this is something you can't do, you are of course at liberty to leave, now; this isn't a prison, and you are not captives, but if you do leave, I must tell you; you will never be invited to return. I would ask that if you do leave, you never mention this meeting, but I know human nature; however, consider this; you arrived here in blacked-out cars, and you will leave the same way, in order that we protect our location; this is a GPS dead-spot, so your cell-phone GPS apps won't work here, so really, you can tell anyone you like, anything you like, and it won't make any difference. Why? Because these things don't happen, and almost no-one will believe you..." Sisterfest Ch. 01 Sylvie looked behind her, and smiled at Robyn, who stepped next to her and slid her arm around her waist. Evan appeared from nowhere, and both girls split apart to allow him to step between them, his arms sliding around their waists. He grinned at the group of stunned young men and preening, scantily-clad girls as he spoke. "Gentlemen, this is a place of sexual experimentation as well as a place for you to explore the needs of your sisters, and enjoy her favours, or anyone else's, for that matter. There are no rules, nothing is forbidden except the following; there are no names, no-one will exchange details, telephone numbers, email addresses, anything like that; other than your sibling, no-one here knows you, and it must remain that way; you are anonymous for a reason, and must protect that anonymity, just as it will protect you. The cardinal rule, however, is: if a girl says no, she means no, and there is no negotiation or alteration possible on that point." He paused, again waiting for the susurration of whispered comment in the room to die down. "Each of the ladies has been given a bracelet, only Sylvie, Robyn, and I have keys for them, and on that bracelet is a panic button; pressing it will cause the male with her to be removed from here and this group immediately and permanently. The bracelets cannot be removed, any tampering with them will send an alarm to Sylvie, Robyn, or me, and our security staff will deal with the matter accordingly. Remember, gentlemen, no-one gets hurt, ever. You have each been assigned a room, what you do in there is entirely up to you, provided the rules I just mentioned are adhered to; otherwise, have fun, be gentle, and remember, your sister brought you here because of how she feels about you, so please honour and respect the step she's taken, and be sure you thank her appropriately!" While Evan spoke, his hands had disappeared from around his two sisters' waists, and now, the two girls turned to him and kissed him deeply, before kissing each other deeply, soulfully, their lips and tongues working, and Finn couldn't help but see, like everyone else in the room, that his hands were underneath their dresses, that they had no panties on, and that Evan was running his fingers over their glistening slits, between the cheeks of their bottoms, and rubbing slowly over their pink little anuses as they kissed and tongued each other. Sylvie and Robyn broke their kiss to smile slyly at the assembled brothers and sisters. Robyn now spoke, her face flushed as Evan's hand continued to work between her legs. "This house is shielded from using mobile telephones, but even so, we still can't allow their use here, especially if the handset is GPS-enabled, just in case, so each of your sisters has a bag with your names on it. Please take off all watches and personal jewellery, and put it in the bag, along with your telephone handset, and leave the bag on the table by the door; it will be sealed and locked in the strong-room by myself and one of our security team, and returned to you before you go. There is no time here, ladies and gentlemen, and for the duration of your stay, you will live in a perpetual 'now'; all the windows have sealed shutters, so you won't know if it's day or night, all you will know will be the time you spend exploring, understanding and loving the one who loved you enough to bring you here. Please feel free to indulge your every whim, to experiment, to try new things with new people if that's what you want to do; as my brother has said, nothing is forbidden except that no-one be forced or harmed. There are several fully-stocked pantries, the ladies all know where they are, please, eat and drink whatever you please, whenever you please, it's here for you to enjoy as the mood takes you. There will be several banquets and buffets during your stay here, you will be alerted thirty minutes before one is due to start, whether or not you choose to attend is entirely up to you. There is no alcohol allowed here, for obvious reasons, but we have a wide range of soft-drinks, fruit juices, and boutique bottled waters from around the world, please, help yourselves." She stopped speaking to catch her breath; obviously, whatever Evan was doing was catching-up with her. "The first banquet and mixer is tonight, the bell will sound thirty minutes beforehand, everyone is requested to attend, but there are no rules; what happens at the banquet and mixer is entirely up to you, all of you, but I think I can promise you a festive night you might just remember for the rest of your lives! Until then, your time is your own, I urge you to take it and use it to get properly acquainted!" Robyn smiled, accepting a kiss from both Sylvie and Evan, then turned back the assembled group. "We are believers in true hedonism, in living a life of joy and sexual experimentation, with none of society's rules to hinder and hamper us, and we take a great delight in living a sybaritic lifestyle to the best of our capabilities; for this weekend, we welcome you to join us as we share our lifestyle with you. Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Sisterfest!" Finn had been listening with only half an ear; his attention had been fixed on his ravishing sister, and the sight of her wearing lingerie he'd only ever imagined her wearing in his most fevered fantasies. Lara had somehow moved into the circle of his arms, and now he was aware that his need for her had concentrated itself in his groin, in his straining erection, and Lara was pushed right up against it, the cleft in her bottom the perfect place to hold and cuddle his raging hardness. As soon as Robyn finished speaking, Lara turned and smiled at him, then stood on tiptoes and kissed him lightly on the lips. "I love you, Finny, and I'm sorry I lied to you to bring you here, I've wanted you for so long, and I didn't know how else to get you here, are you mad at me?" Finn took her by the shoulders and looked deeply into her eyes, seeing only the truth, and smiled reassuringly. "I can never be mad at you, Sissy, you know that! But..." "Lara's eyes widened, apprehension apparent in every line of her. "But what, Finny, what were you going to say? Finny, tell me!" Finn swallowed a sudden lump in his throat, still not really believing what he'd just heard. "Why me, Sissy, of all people? I know what kind of boys you like, I see them all the time, they never leave you alone, I'm not like them, look at me, I'm just me..." Her eyes filled as she reached up to stroke his face, the look of hurt puzzlement on his face tearing at her heart. "Yes, you are you, and you're all I want Finny, you're all I've ever wanted; me and every other girl in Ledbury! I don't want any of those skinny fashion victims, I want you, I always have! This is no joke, Finny, it's not a setup, it's real, it's you and me, and I'm telling you now, I want you, and only you! Is that clear enough?" Finn looked searchingly into her eyes, looking for any hint she was lying, that this wasn't some elaborate, cruel prank, but saw only the truth. He smiled, and reached out to wipe her eyes. "Loud and clear, Sissy!" Lara pulled him down to once again brush her lips against his, then stepped back, once again posing for him, blushing happily as he looked her up and down appreciatively. "It's all for you, Finny, and anything else you want, I told you, I love you!" she whispered, reaching up to brush her fingertips across his cheek and lightly caress his lips. Finn reached for her, pulling her closer by her hips, unable to stop himself gently kneading the soft flesh padding her hips as he did so, Lara smiling as she draped her arms around his neck. "Am I allowed to kiss you, Sissy?" he grinned, and Lara responded by grinding herself lightly against him as she licked his lips. "You're allowed to do anything you want to me, Finny, that's why you're here! Kissing is a good start, but there are so many other things we can do, back in our room; shall we go there?" Finn nodded, uncomfortably aware of the throbbing bulge in his slacks, the throbbing not helped by Lara lightly trailing her hand over it and gently squeezing him as she stretched up to once more lick his lips, a butterfly-kiss promise of things to come. She smiled up at him, the happy, sweet smile he remembered from when they were younger, and took his hand. "Come on, Finny, let's go, your room awaits, and so do I!" As they walked hand in hand toward the double doors at the end of the room, Finn saw a lovely, shapely blonde girl, dressed in the most daring white lace teddy he'd ever seen, with stockings and platform stilettos, crying bitterly by the wall, Robyn talking to her in low tones, and a boy, who was obviously her brother, standing back and looking by turns embarrassed, angry, and guilty. "Oh poor girl, he turned her down! Now she has to leave too, and she'll never be invited again!" whispered Lara, her eyes filled with sympathy for the pretty girl who'd been rejected by her brother, and also a glint of anger that he'd done it so publicly. "What a cruel, thoughtless dick!" she whispered fiercely, "He could have done it discreetly, not in front of everyone like that! Poor girl!" and Finn could only agree, although he was at a loss to understand how such a beautiful girl could be so enamoured of such an ordinary-looking specimen. "It takes all sorts, I suppose, and there's no accounting for taste, but still...!" he mused to himself, returning to reality as Lara's fingertips once more lightly brushed the bulge at his groin and leaned up to whisper in his ear. "It's "us" time now, Finny, take me to our room, sweetheart, there are so many things I want to show you, to tell you, and to do with you, I want you so bad right now, let's go!" Finn grinned happily as Lara led him down a corridor lined with identical doors on each side. As they approached one door, an amber LED set discreetly in the ornate moulding above the door lintel flashed in time to an LED on Lara's bracelet. Finn tried the door, and it swung open smoothly but heavily, hinting that it was of more than standard construction, but poised so well on its hinges that a slight pressure was that was required to move it. Finn looked around in wonder at the opulent décor, the rich furnishings, the thick, sensuous carpet, and the massive bed, larger than any king-size he'd ever seen. Lara smiled happily and led him into the room, Finn unresisting as he tried to take in the magnificence of their room. "So Finny, now we're here, what do you want to do?" she murmured, her eyes downcast demurely even as Finn tore his eyes away from the magnificence of the room to feast on the wonder that was his younger sister. Fin reached out and took her chin, lifting her head up so he could look her in the eyes. "Sissy, now I know why I'm here, I don't know whether to be happy, amazed, or overwhelmed! There is one thing I know for certain, though; I want you, I've always wanted you, I can't remember a time when I didn't want you, and now you've brought me here, I want you so badly it hurts! I just wish I was smart enough to work out long ago that you felt about me the way I've always felt about you, then none of this would have been necessary!" Lara smiled, her eyes sparkling as she reached for him, Finn likewise reaching for her, to pull her into a tight clinch as their lips met with almost bruising force. As their tongues fenced and explored inside each other's mouths, their hands squeezed and explored, feeling the victory of forbidden territory finally conquered. Finn slid his hands down to cup and squeeze her luscious buttocks, pulling her hard against his burgeoning erection; Lara in turn ground herself against him, feeling at last the pressure of his straining erection as it pressed against her swollen labia for real, something she'd only ever dreamed and masturbated about. Finn relinquished his hold on her peach bottom, his hands fumbling with the catches on her bustiere, while Lara in turn began undoing his shirt buttons, working her way down until she pulled his shirt out of the waistband of his slacks, and tugging his shirt off, running her hands over his smooth muscular chest and bulging abdominal muscles, savouring the smooth satiny warmth of his bare skin against her hands. Finn, however, was in his own seventh heaven; having managed to undo all the hook and eye fastening up the back of her bustiere, it now fell away to leave her stiffly erect nipples poking solidly into his abdomen. Finn stepped back to look at her in all her glory, his frank stare making Lara blush and bite her lip as she looked away. Her eyes widened as she felt his hands on her small, firm, pouting breasts, her nipples rubbing against the palms of his hands, sending shivers all the way though her body. She looked back up at Finn, and saw his rapt gaze on her bare breasts, and gasped as he suddenly dipped down to catch a nipple between his lips, the sudden pleasurable sensation almost buckling her knees. As his lips and tongue worked on her nipple, one hand holding her breast as he suckled her, his other hand slid into the back of her panties, a finger caressing her tight little rosebud before slipping past and further under, to slide along the crease between her labia. Lara gasped as she felt her lips swell and part immediately, her arousal pulsing through her womanhood as the man she wanted more than anything in the world caressed and touched her so intimately. Lara quickly unbuckled Finn's belt before all rational thought left her, pushing his slacks down and leaving him in just a pair of tight, trunk-style shorts, his swelling manhood clearly outlined against the tightly-stretched material. Without hesitation, she reached out to squeeze and fondle him, Finn growling with lust as she squeezed his cock through his shorts. Lara was trembling now, with unfulfilled need, with lust for him, and because of the sensations sparking though her as Finn suckled her while he stroked and gently teased her labia apart. At last she could stand the suspense no longer, sliding her hands into the waistband of his shorts and pushing down, releasing his big cock from its hiding-place. Finn gasped as his cock snapped upright, released from the constriction of his underwear, to feel the warmth of Lara's small hands as she slowly rubbed and caressed him, gazing in lust-filled wonder at the large cock and equally impressive set of balls depending from it. "Finny, it's...it's so beautiful!" she murmured, unable to take her eyes off her prize. Finn responded by pulling her closer and grinding the solid bar of flesh against her tingling slit, making her gasp and shudder with delight. Lara in turn held herself against him, her lips finding his as she ground her slit, and ever more sensitive clitoris, against his solid erection, making both of them gasp as they frotted each other. Finn tugged at her panties, Lara responding by pushing them down and wriggling them off, all the while making sure her mons stayed pressed against him, not wanting to miss any of the wonderful sensations as he rubbed himself against her most tender, sensitive parts. Suddenly Finn stopped, holding Lara away from him as he looked into her sparkling sapphire eyes, those same eyes now wide in surprise and consternation. "What...what, Finny, don't...not now...Finn...!" she moaned, thinking she'd somehow offended him, that he was going to leave now, and this would all be over before it had ever really started. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes, and now it was Finn's turn to look shocked. "No, Sissy, no...don't...don't cry, baby, it's okay, wait!" he murmured, picking her up in one easy motion and cradling her in his arms. "Not like this, not just groping at each other, I want it to be better than that!" he whispered, his lips brushing her cheek, her eyes, nuzzling her hair. In two strides he was at the bed, sitting down on the edge with her on his lap, his hands smoothing over her as he drank her in. Lara looked up at him, seeing only love and need for her in his eyes. "I thought...I thought you'd changed your mind!" she stammered, relief washing over her as he smiled back at her, his lovely smile making her pussy twitch and shudder with need. "I told you once, Sissy, I wanted you so bad it hurt, I wasn't lying! I just want to hold and kiss you properly, to explore you, and kiss and taste all of you properly, not just grope and grab! I don't want to have sex with you, Sissy, I want to make love to you, that's all I've ever wanted to do to you!" Lara swivelled around to sit astride him, his solidly erect cock rubbing against her damp, sticky labia, and rubbed herself against him as she pulled him down to kiss him, really kiss him, for the first time, their kiss this time fed by love and mutual need, not just simple, animal lust. Finn's hands slipped down from her waist to hold and squeeze her plump little buttocks, the feel of those delicious globes so much more satisfying, and much, much sexier than in his fantasies of her, of how her body would feel. Lara meanwhile, continued to grind and rub her slippery little pussy against him, sliding her lips along the underside of his hard cock, letting him feel how hot she was for him, letting him know who she belonged to now. As she kissed him, her tongue exploring his mouth as his explored hers, Lara gradually urged him backwards, until Finn was lying on his back with Lara writhing and squirming on him as she kissed him hotly, feeling the heat of his blood-engorged cock as she rubbed her swollen labia on it. Finn slowly manoeuvred her until they were lying on their sides, bodies still pressed together as they kissed with almost bruising force, long-suppressed urges finally let loose as they played now with no inhibitions, no holding back. Now they broke their kiss, Lara moaning as Finn kissed her neck and throat, luxuriating in the feel of his lips as he lightly dusted her with kisses, moving gradually downwards. Lara sighed and leaned back as Finn gently kissed her breasts, pushing his hand sunder the small of her back, making her arch her back as he once again sucked her nipple between his lips and rubbed his tongue lightly against the hard rubbery nub. Lara sighed and caressed his face, twining her fingers in his hair as he lapped at first on nipple then the other, alternately licking and sucking, teasing the flesh into hard little points. As he kissed her nipples, his fingers lightly rubbed her labia, slowly sliding between her lips to tease and stroke her, making her writhe with her need for him, and clutch convulsively at him as he teased a particularly exciting or sensitive place. Finn continued to suckle at her, his fingers slowly sliding into her, each stroke taking him deeper inside her, gently pressing her lips apart, until he stroked the hood of her clitoris. A jolt of electricity seemed to flare through her, Lara crying out at the sensation of being touched there for the first time by someone other than herself. Finn knew what he was doing, though, and as he licked, nibbled, and sucked her nipples, he increased the pressure until he was frigging her, sliding his fingers into her as he lightly rubbed her clitoris, Lara responding by lifting her hips against the pressure of his hand, silently asking him to do more. Now Finn continued kissing down her elegant torso, pausing to kiss her flat stomach and admire her neat little navel, planting a delicate kiss into the little jewel, making her shiver with an erotic frisson, before his questing lips moved down, and down, until he was at the very apex of her slit. Lara bucked and shivered as his tongue-tip gently poked into her slit, probing between the swollen folds of flesh, rubbing against her engorged clitoris, the little bead of flesh standing erect and hard, waiting to give her pleasure. Finn stared, enthralled, at the neat folds of flesh concealing her secret place. The bare lips, damp with a layering of her juices, were swelling even as he watched, turning a pale coral as they engorged with her arousal, her delicate scent rising more and more strongly now, rich, and sweet, tangy and delicious. Sisterfest Ch. 02 This is the second part of this particular story, of a total of three, and it contains graphic descriptions of sexual activity between consenting adults. All participants are over 18. If the portrayal of consensual incest offends you in any way, then please feel free to leave and seek out a form of erotica perhaps more suited to your tastes and preferences. My thanks go, as always, to Grand Teton, who puts up with my Obsessive/Compulsive Punctuation Scattering disorder and brings order out of the disorganised chaos I laughingly call my mind. His genteel "did you really want to say that?" is a lot more civilised than the "Don't write that, people will think you're a retard!" I get from most of my friends. Many thanks also to my Lori, who puts up with my strange hobbies, and to Bonnie, who keeps me encouraged when I periodically decide to just drop it all and embark on a career as a shoe-salesman. As always, I caution the reader that this is not reality, nor is it intended to reflect reality in any way; it's just one of my more obtuse fantasies, and is more about how I wish things could sometimes be, rather than the often dull and predictable reality we are condemned to live our lives in; just once, though, wouldn't it be nice to just escape from that, to have anything we want, for free, no price to pay and no questions asked? This story is a slight departure for me, I've been trying out some ideas and a different approach, so you will notice some differences between this and the other fare I've served up in the past; all I ask is that you give it a chance. In the immortal words of Dr. Sidney Freedman in M.A.S.H, feel free to "pull down your pants and slide on the ice!" If you liked it please vote for it, if you didn't, please tell me why; I do read all the comments, sometimes I act on them, sometimes I ignore them, and sometimes I need to have them deleted by a priest; there's some strange, scary people out there... So now, if you're ready, please, come slide with me... bb1958 ***** Thoughts and small musings from the mind of Lara Elliot aged 19 (and a little bit). So now I've finally got Finn exactly where I've wanted him for lo these many moons now; poor Finny, I had to lie and lie, and then lie some more to get him here, but he's such a sweetie under all that stupid rugby-player stoic machismo, and I believe he was worth the wait. The look on his sweet face when I sauntered in dressed like the last slut in the box was priceless, as was that gigantic boner I saw sprout like magic down there! When I backed into that thing and wedged it in the crack of my bum, it was the culmination of months of plotting how to get my hands on it (OK, but you know what I mean...), especially after I saw him hosing down after tossing himself off and calling my name. I suppose at that point I could have just dashed into his room bare-arse naked and climbed-on, and possibly saved a lot of time and effort and just plain arsing around, but I didn't want to scare him off; for some reason, I seemed to make him jumpy, can't think why... To backtrack a little, it's been a hot summer so far, and seeing him every day, casually lounging around in baggy sweatshirts and wearing tight sports shorts, with his solid, muscular bum, those long, he-man legs, and that thing of his jiggling around in there like a rabbit bungee-jumping in a pillowcase was almost too much to bear. Finally, on one never to be forgotten day, my friends and I were lounging around watching TV and talking about boys, and sex, and the likelihood of getting any in a town where most of the boys seemed to be rejects from some secret genetic-engineering programme, and Finny walked into the room pulling off his sweatshirt and asking about mum; I don't think he realised we were there, but when he pulled that thing off, the room went silent as six foot of bare-chested, sculpted, golden-brown beefcake wearing just tight rugby shorts hit centre-stage. Poor Finny suddenly realised I wasn't alone, with all those girls suddenly crossing their legs and staring puppy-eyed at him; he just reddened, poor lamb, he really was so embarrassed, and I couldn't figure out why; after all, what's so embarrassing about being ogled by a room full of pretty girls enveloped in a mist of Oestrogen and struck down with a sudden case of sticky knickers? He beat a hasty retreat, but not before I'd copped a proper eyeful of my very own household man-candy, and that was when I began plotting in earnest to get him all naked and sweaty. My best friend Haley knew what I wanted and how I felt, and suggested I decoy him into the nearest patch of woodland, yank his pants down, and stretch my throat with that beautiful, manly piece of male architecture, but there were other parts of me I wanted stretched first. I wanted to look into his eyes and suck his tongue, and nibble his lips while he fed his pocket python into my juice-box, so that plan was nixed; it's still a good idea, though; when we get home I shall definitely be decoying him into the woods to give it a try, suitably modified by whatever else I learn or come across this weekend, of course. Poor Haley, she's wanted so hard to sample Finn for so long; she's petite, blonde, blue-eyed, sexy, and shapely, with an extravagant set of knockers; in fact she's everything a guy's supposed to want, and she worked it good. The girl was incorrigible; she'd sit there talking to me while Finny lounged in a chair reading, with her eyes fixed on his crotch. Every time he looked up, she'd wink and lick her lips; she couldn't have been more obvious if she stripped off and sat on his face during a lull in the conversation, and STILL Finny just looked right through her; cue one crushed blonde wannabe mattress-tester. All my other mates also began relentlessly throwing themselves at him, to fall at the first fence, and then calling me a hateful bitch for poisoning his mind against them and keeping Mr. Incredible all to myself... I, on the other hand, was beginning to think my beautiful brother was gay, or an android, or just cursed with a low (make that 'subterranean') sex-drive; he seemed to have no interest in girls, or sex, or me and my prominent nipples, just his studies and rugby, and I made increasingly bizarre and probably unworkable schemes to get my pussy in his face to see if he'd take a bite (or at least a tentative lick...) Then one day I noticed him noticing me; Bingo! Finally all those subtle (and pretty bloody blatant!) flashes of my bum, and swanning around in skin-tight, nipple-enhancing slut-wear seemed to be paying-off. And still the silly bastard did nothing about it! Try as I might to get him steamed-up, the more I tried, the less he looked! I honestly started to believe I was just kidding myself and reading more into it than was actually there; after all, he's my big brother, maybe he actually took the "look but don't touch" rule seriously, the silly arse, because I was practically blowing a trombone and waving a "Come And Get It" flag, which is definitely NOT like me at all; but then, this is Finny we're talking about here; allowances must be made... Anyway, long story short, while I'm not proud of the way I lied to him, and deceived him, and manipulated him to come here with me, I'm fucking ecstatic at the way it turned out; Finny, sweet, gorgeous, hottie man-tottie Finny turned out to have the sex-drive of a herd of prize goats, he was saving it all up for me, and exceeded all my expectations by giving me a seeing-to that should go down in the record books as a night to fucking remember, because I always will. It was a true Spunk-a-thon that almost left me permanently bow-legged, with my pussy irrevocably moulded into the shape of his cock! Darling Finny's promised to give my arse a good stretch, something else that's making me sing and quiver inside; ever since I accidentally walked in on my roommate and her boyfriend with his knob rammed up her greasy bum I've wanted to try it (with Finn, of course, no-one else is going there, ever...) and tonight's the night. I'm getting some shut-eye now; there's this banquet thingy to attend tonight, and I have an outfit guaranteed to give a gatepost a hard-on. I only hope I last the night... ***** PART 3: THE FIRST NIGHT The sound of a gentle, regular chiming dragged Finn back from a dream of Lara, in bed with him, her eyes tightly closed and her lips parted as he held her legs wide open and pounded his straining cock into her tight anus, her head whipping from side to side as he pummelled her. As he came awake, he saw that part of the dream, at least, was true; Lara was indeed in bed with him, fast asleep and delightfully naked, her leg thrown over his and her damp pussy lips rubbing tantalisingly against the slick, glossy head of his steel-hard erection, while her deliciously taut little nipples poked solidly into his chest. She looked delicious, vulnerable, and devastatingly sexy; in fact, in the perfect position for a good, old-fashioned wake-up fuck! He grinned to himself as he gently squeezed and fondled her buttock, simultaneously licking her lips as he rubbed his chest against her nipples, hoping to make her push back against him in her sleep. "Don't start, Finny, the mixer and banquet's in half an hour!" she yawned, pulling herself closer to him and kissing him lightly on the base of his throat. "Shower time, Finn, and I mean just a shower, so put that thing away! You promised me a good seeing-to later, so whatever you've got cooking there, put it on the back burner, you're going to need it! Come on, baby, do my back...and ONLY my back!" Lara rolled away from him, and squeaked in surprise as he rolled her back and kissed her lustfully, her lips stiff against his for a couple of seconds before melting as she kissed him back. They kissed for a minute or so, tongues darting inside each other's mouths, hands rubbing, touching, holding and squeezing, before Lara broke away with a giggle. "That wasn't fair, you caught me by surprise! Now, up, Finny, we're guests here, and our hosts have asked us to attend; we have a duty to our hosts, it's the least we can do, and that also includes not being late. Now come on!" Finn grinned, and let her tug him off the bed and into the shower, where he scrupulously kept his hands to himself, except when doing her back, as she'd requested. However, Lara refused point-blank his offer to help her dry-off. "It's perfectly OK, Finny; I've been doing it since I was small, I know what to do!" she dimpled, smiling at his resigned look. "Later, baby, I promise, let's just get this mixer thing out of the way, then we can come back here and you can hump me bowlegged if you can manage it, but right now, we have a party to attend, so hurry up and dry yourself off, I have things I need to do!" Finn had to give his erection a serious talking-to; Lara was just over there, she was jiggling and quivering most fetchingly, and right now Little-Head wanted her so badly it was almost a physical pain. After five minutes of thinking the un-sexiest thoughts he could, with no visible results, he gave a resigned sigh, switched the shower to 'Cold' and stepped in. That did the trick; two minutes of high-pressure icy needles on his groin deflated him and took his mind rather effectively off his sister with all her lovely bits quivering and jiggling in the other room. Finn stepped out of the shower room shivering and gasping, his head clear at last, and proceeded to towel-off, making sure he kept his back to his sister or his head turned away at all times; he didn't fancy going through that all over again. "I've laid out what you're wearing tonight, Finny!" she called out. "There was a garment-case here in the closet with your name on it, so I assume it's what you're supposed to wear tonight. I can't wait to see you in it!" Finn turned to speak to her, but she'd already disappeared back into the small dressing room/closet to finish getting dressed. He padded over to the bed and picked up a fine, white silk duellist's shirt, complete with lace ruffles at the throat and trailing lace cuffs, together with a pair of light, stretchy breeches, like black jodhpurs, and a red satin sash. He looked at them incredulously. "Sissy, there's been some kind of mistake! I can't wear this...fancy dress outfit; have you actually looked at it? All that's missing is the eye-patch and a fucking parrot! If I put this pansy-suit on, they'll take away my Guy-Card and I'll have to start ovulating!" Lara poked her head out from the dressing room and grinned at him. "It'll look great on you, Finny, dead romantic, just put it on; they obviously expect you to wear it, otherwise why did they have it here for you? Look, there's even a pair of boots to go with it. Honestly, you wear a lot less on the rugby pitch, and there's only twenty-nine other men there, all dressed in those spray-on shirts and shorts. At least here there's a whole bunch of girls to ogle you in that outfit, so quit moaning, baby, you'll look dead sexy, I promise you!" Muttering, Finn slipped into the clothes provided. He looked in the dressing mirror, noting that every single muscle in his long legs were clearly outlined and highlighted, as well as the embarrassingly clear outline of his cock. "Great, I look like the first course at a gay gang-bang..." he mused, wondering if any of the other guys there were going to be dressed as stupidly as he was. He slipped on the shiny knee-boots, almost like English riding boots, but soft and supple, with a top-brand designer name label. He wondered briefly how they knew his shoe size, then forgot about it as he caught his reflection in the mirror, and groaned aloud. "Oh God, Sissy, I can't ponce around in this get-up! Look at me; please don't make me wear this clobber, I look like Zorro's gay brother, the one they don't talk about! Now I'm worried just what they expect from me tonight, because I tell you, wearing this get-up, I'll be bloody lucky if I get away without a Size 15 arsehole by the end of the night!" Lara poked her head out again, and gasped softly; the full-sleeved white silk shirt flowed and billowed around him like an 18th century duellist. The waist sash emphasised his slim waist and hips, with the skin-tight breeches and knee-boots completing the illusion; all he needed was a cup-hilted rapier and he'd look like he'd just stepped out of the pages of a Dumas novel, poised to fight the evil Cardinal's guard for the honour of his lady. The bulge of his cock, coiled up at the apex of his thighs like a sleeping python, made her breath catch as she silently ogled him. "God, he's gorgeous!" she thought to herself, happily drinking in the sight of her hot brother, eventually realising he was blushing, actually blushing, at her frank scrutiny. She quickly replayed what he'd just said, and smiled reassuringly at him. "Finny, you look great, all sexy and romantic, like Lord Darcy about to seduce the chambermaids; now I wish we didn't have to go to this damned banquet; in that get-up, I feel like attacking you myself!" Finn grinned, in spite of his misgivings, looking at himself in the mirror and trying to find an angle where he didn't look like one of the Village People, the chorus from Adam & The Ants "Stand & Deliver" echoing in his head, the bit about '...I'm the dandy Highwayman...' seeming particularly appropriate. Eventually he gave up, and could only hope that the dining room, or wherever this mixer was happening, was dimly lit, or that every other guy had to wear the same ridiculous fancy-dress outfit; then at least they could all look like a pack of complete twerps together; misery loves company, after all. Lara stepped out of the dressing room and posed for him. "Taah-daah! How do I look Finny?" she smiled nervously. Finn's jaw nearly smacked the floor as his cock lurched. She was wearing a sheer, one-piece black body stocking, a faint floral pattern worked into the weave, but it was still so sheer as to be entirely transparent. The material clung to every curve and contour, her bobbing breasts and nipples clearly visible. The stretchy material formed a perfect 'camel-toe' around her pussy, parting and clearly outlining her labia. When she turned for him to see all of her, he could see the material clinging lovingly to every curve and crease of her buttocks as they quivered and jiggled, the material even swooping into the cleft between her cheeks, further highlighting her spectacularly sexy bottom. Even though she was covered from neck to ankle, she nevertheless managed to look more naked than if she'd just been nude, and infinitely more enticing; the material of the body stocking clung like a second skin, covering her completely yet concealing nothing, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Black stilettos with teetering 5-inch heels filled-out the ensemble, making her legs look impossibly long and alluring. To complete the look, she'd applied bright crimson lipstick, and had rimmed her eyes with some kind of deep black mascara. The total effect was stunning. Lara blushed when he said nothing, just stared at her, his eyes wide as he drank her in, with her midnight black hair piled up on her head with one long curl on each side, perfectly framing her beautiful face, and the sheer black body-stocking contrasting sharply with her glowing porcelain skin. Only her deep, cornflower-blue eyes and crimson lips relieved the otherwise monochrome look. On any other girl it might have looked stark, maybe even overdone, but with Lara's colouring it was the perfect look. Finn was bewitched. "Fucking hell, Sissy, you look fucking amazing!" he murmured, "Let's not go to that stupid mixer. I'd rather stay in here and fuck you rigid!" Lara smiled happily at his reaction, her eyes drawn to the large bulge at his crotch, then regretfully tearing her eyes away. "Me too, Finny, but we're guests here, so we have to do what the host wants. Don't worry; as soon as we can gracefully bow out, I'll race you back here, okay?" Finn nodded, never once taking his eyes off her. "It's a deal Sissy. I can't wait!" Lara grinned, and pirouetted gracefully, like a dancer. "You really like it? I got it from Ann Summers; I had to order it and hope it didn't arrive when mum was in; Christ knows what she'd have said if she knew I was ordering stuff from sex shops, probably disown me on the spot!" "You look ...incredible, like...everything I ever dreamed of...God, you're beautiful, Sissy!" he breathed, his eyes riveted on her as her body bounced and quivered so enticingly, her stiff nipples almost tearing through the flimsy material as they strained against it. "You don't look so bad yourself, stud!" she grinned, lightly running her hands over his chest. "Don't do that, Sissy...just don't, not while I'm wearing these stupid things, not unless you want everyone to see the Elliot family jewels!" he grinned, Lara grinning back as she caught his glance at his clearly outlined cock. "If you touch me again, I can't guarantee we'll get as far as the mixer, not with you looking like that!" Lara turned and flirted her sexy little bottom at him, Finn nearly groaning at the sight of those two delightful globes bobbing and rubbing together under that body-stocking with just a faint whisper of material, almost deafening him with his heightened perception of her. Lara grinned, and took his hand. "Let's go Finny, let's go and mix; the sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can get back her so you can shove that thing in me again!" Finn laughed, some of the tension draining out of him, and followed her as she led him once more to the room where they'd all assembled that afternoon. He was pleased and relieved to see that all the other boys were wearing the same get-up as him; they all still studiously avoided each other's eyes, though. Sisterfest Ch. 02 The girls, though, were something else; each girl seemed to have scoured the sex shops and mail-order boutiques, procuring a whole array of heart-stopping outfits, ranging from the almost-modest like Lara's body-stocking, to frilly scraps of lace and dental-floss, outfits that would have been banned in a lap-dancing club, not so much concealing as highlighting every single salient point on their bodies. Some of the boys were holding on to their sister's with a possessive, proprietary air, obviously determined to keep them close, and, considering what they were wearing, Finn wasn't in the least surprised; they all looked stunning, desirable, and truly fuckable. A few couples were even taking advantage of the dim lighting to make-out, and given the provocative way their sisters were dressed, Finn didn't blame them at all. He'd never before been surrounded by so much barely clad female flesh; what some of the girls were wearing for their brothers would hardly have made a bikini on Copacabana Beach, and the gallant male reflex was perilously near. Lara watched him with a grin, seeing the agony on his face as he fought not to rise to the occasion, eventually taking pity on him. She pulled herself close, grinning as her eyes danced gleefully, and as he looked down at her in puzzlement, she nipped the base of his cock between her thumb and forefinger hard enough to make him grit his teeth and take his mind off everything except concentrating on not groaning at the sudden sharp pain. "I thought you could use a helping hand!" she whispered, smiling innocently as he glared at her, the glare slowly turning to a sheepish grin. "Yeah, you're right Sissy, thanks, that could have been embarrassing!" he whispered, his lips brushing her forehead; he daren't kiss her properly, or pain or not, he really would rise to the occasion, and he didn't think this was the time or place for that kind of display; at least, not yet. Given what they were all wearing, though, Finn was starting to suspect some kind of orgy or sex-marathon was in the offing; if that was the case, he was taking Lara back to their room; he wasn't about to share her with anyone, not now, not ever, and if anyone even tried to make a pass at her, he was going to rip their arm off and beat them with the sticky end; Lara was his! The double doors at the end of the room swung open, Evan and Sylvie standing there, but now their outfits were more in keeping with what the other guests were wearing. Sylvie was wearing a simple chiffon dress of late eighteenth-century design, long and flowing and gathered below her breasts, like the heroine in a period TV drama, although no actress would appear on television in such a sheer gown; she was naked underneath it, her erect nipples and coin-sized areolae, and her hairless labia clearly visible through the diaphanous garment. Her hair was styled in the classical revival style so popular during the Regency period, and she was wearing light embroidered slippers. Evan had on the same outfit as Finn and the other boys, and Finn noted that he was a powerfully built young man, almost as well-muscled as him. He gestured through the open doors. "Ladies and gentlemen, if you please..." People started filing into the next room, into what had obviously been a ballroom in days past, opulent to the point of dazzling. Long tables were placed along the back wall, laden with soft drinks and canapés, and there was even a large, ornate chocolate fountain. Finn piloted Lara over to one of the tables, and poured her a glass of sparkling mineral water, picking up a fruit juice for himself, and looked around. Everyone seemed to be slowly mixing and mingling, now that the initial embarrassment had passed. A couple of girls even tried to flirt with him, nothing meaningful, not with Lara standing there and smiling just a little too widely at them; just smiles and a pause to look him up and down. Finn noticed a couple of the boys checking out Lara, and while he wasn't happy about how he thought the evening might end, no-one said or did anything inappropriate. If any ogling of Lara was being done, it was very discreet, for which he was grateful, although he had to admit, she was well worth more than a second look. He didn't realise it, though, but his hand had strayed to her bottom, stroking her buttock gently, possessively, unconsciously signalling every male in the room that she was his exclusively. Lara in turn gently undulated and rubbed against him, her hand brushing his chest and stomach occasionally, signalling him that she accepted his ownership of her, and also telling the other girls there that he was hers. Gradually, the atmosphere relaxed, and over the next hour or so Finn also relaxed enough to circulate and exchange pleasantries and laughing commiserations with some of the other boys who were also less than happy at what they were obliged to wear. He found himself chatting to a group of the guys, all of them swapping stories and laughing at how their sisters had decoyed them there, and their reaction when they'd been told why they were there. Lara and a bevy of girls laughed and giggled some way away, no doubt boasting to each other just how they'd managed to fool their big brothers into accompanying them. Other than his hand occasionally giving her bottom a gentle squeeze, he kept his hands off Lara; she'd already said she wanted him primed and fully-loaded when they got back to their room, so he kept his hands and his thoughts to himself as they circulated, finding the conversation and joking to have a calming effect. This warming up served to get everyone in the right mood for the banquet to come, and there was a lot of speculation as to what it would be like. Eventually, at what Finn guessed was midnight, the double doors at the other end of the ballroom swung open, and a soft chime sounded. "Ladies and gentlemen, dinner is served!" came a calm, cultured voice over a well-concealed sound-system, and the couples began filing, arm-in-arm or holding hands, into the long dining room glimpsed through the open doors. As they walked into the room, a girl with a basket of roses handed each of the boys a single long-stemmed rose, which they immediately gave to their sisters, receiving a kiss in return. The long table in the dining room was even more opulently set than the tables in the atrium, ice sculptures, piles of fruit in extravagant silver baskets, and stunning summer flower and fresh greenery centrepieces very much in evidence. Evan took his place at the head of the table as each couple was shown to their seats by Sylvie, who then took her seat at the other end of the table. Once everyone was seated, and the whispered conversations had died away, Evan rose and smiled at everyone in turn. "Ladies and gentlemen, my sisters and I thank you for all being here! Tonight Sylvie and I will be your hosts, and we would both like to once again welcome you to our home, and thank you for your gracious attendance here tonight. From what we've seen and heard so far, Sisterfest has been a great success, so please, the night is yours! Please eat, drink, enjoy yourselves, this is a party, and we have only the best for you! Our theme tonight is romance; old-fashioned, pure and simple romance; it is all about you and your lady; there are no limits, no rules except those of good manners and gentleness, so tonight let romance rule and your imagination have free rein! The ladies look absolutely ravishing, a fitting decoration for our summer gathering, so gentlemen, please, enjoy your dinner with your very own special lady!" As he spoke, he paced along the length of the table, heads turning as he passed, his hands brushing companionably for fleeting seconds on shoulders as he spoke, finally stopping next to Sylvie, and when he finished speaking he bowed low to her, handing her a single rose before tilting her face up and pressing his lips to hers in a soft kiss. That was obviously a signal, as a string quartet began playing elegant chamber music to accompany the meal, and a team of waiters now wheeled out trolleys and began serving out portions for the first course of the meal. Finn was dazzled by the type and quality of the expensive, elegant, and delicious food laid out before them, course after course; Vichyssoise, Moules Mariniers, Scottish lobster, salmon mousse, fillet of beef, roasted partridge, crème brouleé between courses, a dizzying whirl of deliciously sophisticated desserts, delicate and exotic. He tried to concentrate on the wonderful meal before him, but his head was full of Lara, how she looked, and what her nearness was doing to him. All through the meal conversation had darted up and down the table, the couples on either side of them chatting with them about the food, the setting, the girls...and their plans for after the banquet, with Evan the perfect host, bantering and offering compliments to all the dinner guests, making sure the meal was to their liking, and ensuring everyone was enjoying themselves. Although there were so many couples seated for dinner, Evan and his sister managed to convey the impression that this was a small, intimate dinner party for a select few friends. Even with his preoccupation with Lara, Finn still found time to chat and joke with the couples to either side and opposite them, laughing once again at how they'd been brought here and commenting on the food and the surroundings. At times, Finn had felt the banquet was interminable, and they'd never get away; now, however, as the remains of the meal was cleared away, the atmosphere in the hall changed, the mood slowly going from festive to sultry. The music had changed: the chamber quartet had been replaced by a jazz combo, with a girl vocalist dressed in a skin-tight, black evening dress that swept the floor, complete with elbow length opera gloves, with her blonde hair teased-out into an extravagant bouffant, singing muted, torchy 1940's Cole Porter and Sammy Kahn ballads. The lighting had gradually, imperceptibly dimmed, the lights no longer sparkling and reflecting vividly off the glasses and silverware. Now only the occasional highlight or flash of light from a crystal goblet could be seen as the subdued lighting cast the room in a much more intimate glow, suggesting firelight and cosiness, the perfect setting for romance and seduction. Now was the time for whispers and kisses, the suggestive dimness encouraging and enhancing intimacy. Finn pulled Lara closer, thinking he'd never seen her look so lovely as she did just then, but before they did anything more, he wanted to say something to her, something he thought he should have said a lot earlier. "Sissy, I know we've...done things, and perhaps even gone past the point of no return, but before we go anywhere else I just wanted to say one thing." Lara looked at him apprehensively, not sure where he was going; it didn't help that the way she bit her lip was the most appealing and erotic thing Finn had ever seen... "What is it, baby, please, tell me Finny." she murmured. Finn took her face in both hands and looked deep into her eyes. "Sissy, everything we did, after all the stuff we did today, I just wanted you to know that I've wanted to do that with you for the longest time; I love you, Lara, and I think I always have. I can't think of a time when I didn't want you, and I can't see me ever not wanting you anymore. I don't know if you know where this night, this whole weekend is going, but if you want to call it a day, if you think we've gone too far, well, I need you to know that's alright with me, I'll take you home right now and we can forget this ever happened." Lara looked at him levelly, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears. "Finn Elliot, all I've ever wanted, for as long as I can remember, is you, period. I don't know where this weekend is going, and I don't care; as long as I'm with you nothing else matters. I love you Finny, and I'll never stop loving you!" She grinned and reached out for him, pulling him closer for a soft but loving kiss, tender and romantic, not the frantic lip-judo of their earlier bouts of lovemaking. She pulled back to poke him lightly in the chest. "And I never want to forget any of this; this is the day I finally got you for myself. I want this day burned into my memory forever! Am I forgiven for tricking you into coming here?" Finn smiled as he brushed the two long strands of hair back from her face. "There's nothing to forgive, Sissy. You can trick me like this every day for the rest of my life if it means I get to keep you for myself!" Lara grinned and kissed him once more, putting even more into it than last time; when she finally broke their kiss, Finn felt more than slightly sandbagged. He glanced up and saw Evan and Sylvie watching him and Lara closely; when Finn looked at him, Evan grinned and nodded, then looked at Sylvie, who also nodded. Somewhat mystified at this, Finn turned his attention back to Lara. The girl singer began another slow ballad, and Lara glanced at some of the other couples who were dancing close and smooching to the music, while the others lounged on love-seats arranged against the walls, holding and stroking each other as they watched the dancers, or enthusiastically making-out. "Dance with me, Finny, you haven't danced with me since I was six, dance with me now, baby!" she murmured. Finn was glad to oblige. The thought of holding his nubile sister close and kissing her some more was very appealing just then, so he led her out where some of the other couples were moving and swaying to the soft music. Finn was amazed at how well she moulded against him, as though designed for that very purpose; the feel of her softness as she moved to the music, the scent of her hair, her beautiful eyes as she gazed up at him, and finally the taste of her lips as he kissed her, the arousal he was feeling, all blended into a perfect moment he would remember for the rest of his life. Lara was feeling it too; the closeness of her adored Finny, his simple declaration of love for her, and the way he held her, like he never meant to let her go. All these things told her in big letters that she and Finn were a couple, now and forever. Smiling at the thought, Lara once again pulled Finn's head down to kiss him. "What was that for, baby?" he smiled, squeezing her gently. "No reason Finny, except I love you!" she grinned back. Finn pulled her closer to him, enjoying the feel of her against him, dancing with her for what seemed like hours, as the band played a selection of romantic standards. Finally, Lara reached up for him, pulling him down and kissing him, their lips locked together as she ground briefly against him, gasping at the iron-hard cock rubbing against her swelling, tender labia. She looked back up at him, seeing her need reflected in his eyes. "I think this dinner's over for us; take me back to our room, Finny!" she husked, her throat suddenly dry. Finn looked around to see if he could spot their hosts, to thank them for the evening, and spotted Evan dancing with Sylvie, both of them lost in a deep kiss. Evan looked up and smiled at him, as did Sylvie, who winked at him and made a small "nighty-night" gesture with her fingers. Evan grinned and nodded, before sliding his hand down to clasp his sister's pert, rounded buttock as they resumed their kiss, his other hand gently squeezing her breast as he rubbed his thumb over her nipple. Finn took Lara's hand, leading her through the door and along the corridors to their room. As he turned to her after closing and locking the door, Lara was there, already peeling off the black body-stocking, her breasts quivering and dancing in her haste to pull it off. "Naked, Finny, NOW!" she gritted, although it was unnecessary; he was already yanking off the lightweight garments, longing to free himself from the restrictive breeches. He'd thought he wanted her before, but that had been nothing to how he was feeling right now; now his need for her was gigantic, all consuming; Lara was the only thing in the world he wanted, and he wanted her right now! As he pulled off the breeches, Lara landed in his arms, her moist slit rubbing against his erection as she ground against him. "Oh Christ, baby, I want you so bad, just do it to me now, please Finny!" she groaned. Finn sank to the deep, decadently soft carpet, pulling Lara down with him, to kiss her as his hands roamed over her nakedness, fingertips touching, probing, making her even hotter, pushing her arousal to almost fever-pitch. She broke their kiss to hold him motionless above her for a heartbeat, her eyes telling him what she wanted him to do. As her hips lifted to meet him, she guided his swollen, aching penis to the entrance to her pussy, her equally swollen labia slick with arousal and ready to receive him. Finn groaned as his cock parted her slick labia and the damp heat and tightness of her pussy enfolded the tip of his throbbing hardness, then the sudden rush as he slid into her, the incredible sensation of her hot wetness surrounding him even as the pulsing contractions of her pussy squeezed and milked him. Lara hissed in satisfaction as he slid into her, orgasm rising up and slamming into her almost immediately as her over-stimulated pussy finally received what it had desired most: Finn's iron-hard cock. Finn could barely hold back; the sight of his gorgeous sister in that play-suit, her nearness all evening, everything about her was chiming inside him, pushing him almost beyond his limits, and he had to fight to remain calm, to back away, to hold off the insistent climax building inside him. When Lara pulled him down to her and kissed him, her mouth hot and demanding, his self control evaporated. Lara gasped, a guttural croaking sound as Finn jammed himself all the way inside her velvety warmth, his cock head swelling as his balls tightened, and with a powerful, muscular throb, spray after spray of spunk erupted from him, pouring into her in endless streams, the sweet agony of holding back all evening suddenly relieved as he filled her pussy with his cream. Lara screamed , a high, wordless gasp as orgasm once more swelled and exploded inside her, taking away thought, and words, vision and hearing, the blood roaring in her ears as the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced burned and flared through her. As she tightened around him, Finn felt his cock give another massive pulse as even more sperm exploded from him, painting her walls as he filled her, his own vision and hearing shutting down in the intensity of his climax. The two of them lay together, hearts hammering as they recovered from the intensity of their mutual orgasm. Their lips and hands sought each other out even as they lay in their sweat, slumped on the carpet, kisses and caresses becoming more insistent as strength returned, and with the return of their strength came a renewed need for each other. Finn's mind was filled with the conversation he and Lara had had earlier; now he wanted to ram his hardness into his sister's tightest hole and flood her bowels with his spunk, to take this last part of his beautiful sister, as he had promised her earlier. As they kissed, his fingers groped and plundered her, Lara willingly surrendering as his questing fingers roamed over and into her tight body; as he rubbed and caressed, teased and gently slid his fingers into her taut little bottom-hole, she squeezed and caressed his flagging cock, coaxing it back to thrumming readiness. She knew what was running through his mind right now; she was feeling and thinking the same things; a burning need filled her, an almost overwhelming desire to give herself to her darling Finny in such a depraved, exciting way. She'd dreamed of it so many times, rubbing and fondling herself as she played in her dreams with her gorgeous brother, letting him do anything he wanted to her. Her mind was in such a whirl she could barely concentrate on what he was whispering as he kissed her hotly while he groped her, so great was her need to be taken in that wonderful way. All she wanted was to experience her darling Finn's big prick as he rammed it into her tender, puckered little arsehole and filled her with his steaming hot spunk. Sisterfest Ch. 02 With Lara, to think was to act, so she pulled away from her brother's loving, lustful caresses and clambered to her feet, giggling as yet more of his spunk ran out of her gaping pussy and down the insides of her thighs. "Finny, you dirty, dirty boy!" she mock scolded him, "Look what you did to me, I'm all spunky, you naughty man!" she grinned, her eyes sparkling devilishly. Finn wasn't in the least fooled by her words, getting to his feet and pulling her to him by her pert little buttocks all in one move. "Don't come the innocent, Sissy, you loved it!" he grinned, and Lara pulled his head down so she could kiss him. "Of course I loved it, I never said I didn't!" she giggled into his mouth, then gasped as he slid his finger all the way into her tight anus all over again. "I promised you I was going to fuck your arse tonight; get ready for a real bum-stretching!" he grinned happily, his eyes glinting with innocent lechery as he thrust his finger in and out of her. Lara writhed at the sensations swirling around inside her, need for him topmost in her mind. She kissed him as she wriggled against him, grinding once more against his rapidly erecting cock "You filthy, dirty beast!" she giggled, "My mum warned me about boys like you! Now you've done all those nasty things to me, I suppose you want some more?" Finn leered happily as he squeezed her bottom even harder, pulling her cheeks apart to make her gasp. "You betcha! We haven't started even started yet, and the night is young! Come to bed, Sissy, you dirty girl, I want to play!" Lara kissed him and led him back to the bed, watching as he climbed on and turned to her, an expectant grin on his face. Lara grinned back, rummaging in the bedside cabinet for a moment before finding what she wanted. "I need to clean up a little, wait for me, Finny, I'll just be a minute!" With that, she hurried into the bathroom, from where came the sound of the shower running briefly. A few minutes later she re-emerged, naked, her makeup restored, and a waft of floral shower soap surrounding her. "I needed that, baby, now we can really play!" she grinned wickedly. Finn's already solid erection grew even more pronounced, almost painfully so, as his gorgeous naked sister climbed onto the bed next to him and planted her lips on his, taking hold of and squeezing his rigid cock as she did so. Finn kissed her back even more urgently, his hands roaming over her, squeezing and pulling apart her taut buttocks, his fingers slipping into her pussy and sliding teasingly over her taut little pucker. Finn grinned as his fingers slipped easily into her anus, the little pucker slick with lubricant, more evidence that she wanted this as much as he did; good girl, she thought ahead! At the thought of what they were preparing to do, his need to have her overcame any reservations or lingering doubts, and so he rolled her onto her front and positioned himself above her, his almost supernaturally hard cock brushing her labia. Lara gasped as he slid forward, slowly slipping himself back into her damp pussy, to pump in and out of her. Lara gasped and moaned as she pushed back against him, helping him slide deeper into her with every stroke. She reached behind her, blindly groping for his face. Finn captured her fingertips with his lips, making her smile even as she pushed herself backwards onto him. "Jesus, baby, you're massive, I don't know how I got all that inside me!" she gasped. Finn responded by nuzzling her neck as his hands slid around her torso and cupped her breasts, his fingers gently squeezing her taut nipples, wringing a groan from her. He slid back out of her and pulled her to her knees, then held her hips as he slowly pushed back in to her, savouring the feel of her heat enfolding him again. "Ooooohhhhh God, yesss, like that, Finny, just like that!" moaned Lara, delightful sensations swirling and chiming through her as her brother's talented cock once more filled her completely. Finn was again enthralled at the sight of his cock pumping slowly between her round, delectable buttocks, the twin translucently pale globes gently bouncing and jiggling as he thrust into her. As he pumped into the beautiful girl, his eyes were drawn to her pink little pucker, the tight creases of her tempting little anus slick with a layer of lube, calling to him. Almost without conscious thought he slid a finger into that tight ring, hearing her faint gasp as he pushed into her all the way to the second knuckle. He pumped her bum hole in time to the thrusting of his cock inside her pussy, enjoying her gasps and soft moans as he pleasured both holes, and then he spotted the tube of lubricant gel where Lara had left it on the bed. Lara gasped in sudden loss as Finn pulled out of her completely, pulling her back on her haunches so she was leaning against him, her eyes closed as her chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing. Finn cupped her firm little breasts as he kissed and nibbled her shoulders and the back of her neck. "Are you sure you're ready for the next part, baby-girl?" he murmured, feeling Lara squirm against his solid erection, feeling how hard and ready for her he was. "Do it, Finny, I've wanted this for so long. Shove that big cock inside my bum; I want you to bugger me, baby; I want you to fuck my arse and fill me up!" she whispered, reaching behind to hold and squeeze him, making him groan softly. "Just do it slowly, Finny, please, don't...don't go too hard, don't hurt me!" she murmured, and Finn pulled her against him, wrapping his arms around her, letting her know he'd never hurt her. "If you want, we can do this another time, baby-girl; I don't want you to do this just because you think I want it; if you're scared, we can stop now; I don't need this!" he told her as he nuzzled her, kissing her neck, her earlobes, the side of her mouth as she turned toward him. "Thank you baby, I know you mean that, but I really want to try this; all I could think about all night was you doing it to me like that. Love me like that, Finny, I really want you to!" Finn turned her almost all the way round so he could kiss her properly, then picked up the tube of gel and spread a thick smear along his finger. Lara gasped and giggled as he rubbed the cold gel around her crinkled little anus, her giggles giving way to sighs as he slowly pushed the gel into her, sliding his finger in and out to spread it in a little, feeling her gradually relax enough for him to slide a second finger into her. Lara began to push back against him as he pumped two fingers into her, her breathing becoming quicker as her arousal climbed. Now Finn gently urged her back onto all fours, spreading a last finger of lubricant around her anus before squeezing out a large smear and slowly spreading it around the head of his swollen cock. He could hardly contain himself; at last, he was going to live the dream; he was actually going to fuck his beautiful sister in her arse! With the tip of his cock slathered in lube, he rose up on his knees and shuffled up behind her, positioning himself properly, and gently pushed the head of his cock against the tight creased pucker of his sister's creased little anus. Lara murmured apprehensively, and Finn stopped pushing immediately, concerned that he was hurting her. "No, Finny, don't stop, please, just...slowly, please?" she murmured. Finn leaned forward and gently kissed her on her back, promising her again that he wouldn't hurt her. Once again, he gently pressed the head of his cock against her anus, prodding at her with tiny movements, each little thrust slipping his swollen head incrementally further into her, listening to the little noises she made in response to his micro-thrusts, fully prepared to pull out at the first sign of distress. As he pushed forward Lara began pushing back against him, forcing his head further into her with each push. The feel of her anal ring squeezing him was almost unbearable; with that came so many different, conflicting needs; he wanted to plunge into her, he wanted to stay still and savour the heat, he wanted to keep feeling the amazing compression as she slowly, slowly took him in, but most of all, he wanted to bury his cock in her depths and feel the heat of her anus as it squeezed and rippled along his entire length. Lara seemed to be feeling the same things; she maintained a steady push back against him, and Finn, not knowing what else to do, pushed forward, until, suddenly, her ring relaxed and he slid all the way into her. "Oooh God, Finny, slowly!" gulped Lara, her ring clamped tightly around the base of his cock, pushing back against him even as she begged him to go slower. Finn was in a world of his own; he couldn't believe he was here, with Lara, the girl of his dreams, with his thick cock shoved all the way up inside her tightest hole. He looked down, seeing the glistening ring of her distended anus wrapped around his shaft, exactly as he'd always fantasised. That alone was almost enough to make him blow his load there and then, but he bit it back, determined to do to his sister what he'd promised: fuck her arse properly and fill her with his spunk. He came back to the real world slowly, the sound of Lara mewling softly every time he moved slowly dragging him back to reality. As he started to withdraw from her, Lara gasped out loud, her ring tightening around him all over again. "Oh God, yes, do that, that feels so good, yess Finny, oh my God, oh my God!" she stuttered as he slid nearly all the way out of her anus. For some reason, it was almost as difficult pulling out as it was going in, but Finn wasn't complaining; it felt fucking amazing! Lara seemed to agree, if the way she pushed back against him was any indication. As he slid back into her, the way a little easier now, Lara jerked and trembled at the feel of being filled so completely again. Every time Finn withdrew and slid back in, Lara gasped and pushed herself harder against him, until they were pumping against each other, Finn pounding himself into her arse, and Lara flexing and jerking as incredible sensations roared and battered through her, emanating from her tight anus where Finn's thick cock was doing such a good job of fucking her almost senseless. At last, feeling herself close, Lara reared up on her haunches, her arms going around Finn's neck, her hands on the back of his neck as she held herself against him, sliding her distended anal ring up and down on his pistoning cock. Finn held her to him, his cupped hands holding her breasts as he thrust into her, with Lara pushing back against him as he jammed himself into her, wanting him to fuck her harder, faster, to ream her out; he could actually feel her wanting coming off her in waves, that low-grade telepathy siblings share on rare occasions for a few seconds telling him that what he was feeling from her was real. Finn slid his arms down to wrap them around Lara's waist, urging her forward. As she leaned forward, her hands flat on the bed to support herself, her rear tilted up, squeezing his cock even tighter. Finn groaned as his cock hardened to an almost impossible degree as he pumped in and out of her tight hole, ramming into her in a frenzy of need. Finn suddenly released her waist and urged her forward onto her stomach, following her down so now she was lying flat on her stomach as he reared up over her, his hands planted on the bed next to her as he pistoned his cock into her tightest hole. Lara could feel him speeding-up, telling her he was on his short strokes, and she was almost there herself, the act of her lovely brother laying her down and sodomizing her so perfectly almost overloading her already dazzled inner-self. Finn froze with a deep, heart-felt groan of release; his pumping cock suddenly stilled inside her as jets of hot spunk once more burst from his pulsating cock, bathing her insides with his hot tribute. That was enough to trigger her own release, and Lara screamed as orgasm flared and swept through her, her body shuddering and quaking with the force of it, her eyesight dimming and her ears popping as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed from her centre, bathing her entire body in their hot glow. She shook and trembled for long seconds, mewling with the intensity of her final release, her clawed hands digging into the bedclothes as she pushed her rump back at him, taking him fully into her depths as he filled her with his seed. Lara froze, holding position for long seconds as aftershocks flared and rippled through her, her heart pounding even as her convulsing rectum rippled powerfully, milking every last drop of sperm from her brother's twitching, pulsating cock. At last she slumped back down on the bed, Finn's cock sliding out of her as she disengaged, even the act of pulling herself off him triggering yet more powerful aftershocks as orgasm once more spun and ricocheted through her. Finn collapsed on the bed next to her, as winded as she, both of them too blown to do anything except lie together, gently touching and caressing each other until the world came back into focus. At last, Finn raised his head and kissed her neck tenderly, his arms once more tightening around her as he hugged her to him. "Oh Christ all-fucking-mighty, that was amazing!" he murmured, "I want to do that again with you, Sissy, that was the best thing I ever...I mean...oh Sissy, you were...Jesus, that was so good!" Lara sighed and nestled back against her brother, pulling his arm more comfortably around her, enjoying his warmth and feeling safe and protected in the circle of his arm. "Oh Finny, that was just...incredible...I never thought anything could be like that, it was just so...so wonderful! I love you so much, Finny!" Finn nibbled her ear, making her shift and giggle, and his hands shifted slightly, to once more cup and squeeze her breasts. "I love you too, Sissy, I'll never stop loving you; I want to keep on doing this with you forever! I don't care what mum thinks, or what she says; you're mine now, and I'm keeping you, so there!" Lara reached up to stroke Finn's cheek. "I don't think mum will have much to say, not now I know what she's been up to!" Finn was intrigued by that cryptic statement, but too blown to follow it up; other things were on his mind just then. "Come on, Sissy, shower-time!" he grinned, gently pinching her delectable bottom. Lara reached down and lightly dragged a fingernail along his scrotum, Finn gasping as she did so. "Will you promise to do all my bits this time?" she smiled tiredly, and Finn gathered her in, kissing her even as he once more squeezed and jiggled her taut buttocks. "I'll wash anything you want, as hard or as fast as you want it done, that's a promise, only come on; you're starting to doze, and we both really, really need a shower!" After an enjoyable, relaxing hot shower, Finn and Lara retired to bed once again; Finn wasn't sure what the exact time was, but his internal clock told him it was long after four in the morning, and they barely had the energy to climb into bed, but when they did, they slept like dead things. PART 4: THE SECOND DAY Finn woke suddenly, unsure what it was that woke him. A small tremor from Lara, spooned against him, alerted him that something was wrong, and as he put his arm around her, she turned a tear-stained face to him. Finn was nonplussed; he hadn't seen her cry since she was a little girl, but he knew that something must be very wrong to upset her like this. "What is it Sissy, why are you crying? Please don't cry baby; tell me what's wrong." he murmured. Lara looked up at him, confusion and guilt in her eyes, and suddenly he knew why she was crying. "Finny, what have we done?" she blurted out, tears thick in her throat. "This was wrong, I was wrong, I was so, so wrong! I tricked you into coming here because I wanted this, and it's all my fault; you're my big brother, I'm not supposed to do this with you, I'm not supposed to seduce you like this, I'm so sorry, Finny, now I've gone and broken everything! Please don't hate me, Finny, please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I couldn't help it, I just...I wanted you so much, oh Finny...!" Finn held her close; right now she didn't need a lover; this was big-brother time, the way it used to be long ago, before they'd grown apart. He held her close to his chest, letting his heartbeat soothe her, the way it did when they were younger and she'd come crying to him over something or other. "Shh, don't cry, it's alright, Sissy, it's all alright, don't cry, baby-girl, shh!" he crooned softly, gently rubbing her back as she cried softly against him. "Everything's alright, Lara, I don't hate you, I'll never hate you; this is me, it's Finny, all I'll ever do is love you, remember? I promised you I'd love you forever, and I will, only you, Sissy, no-one else!" But even as he calmed her, his own guilt began to churn inside him; supposing she was right? He was her older brother; he was supposed to look after her, not sleep with her, and certainly not do the things they'd already done. Maybe she was right to feel guilty, because right now all he could see was a yawning chasm of problems for them; of all their friends, would anyone accept them as a couple? What about mum and Uncle Mike? They would be mortified, they'd be tainted by what he and his sister had done; incest was illegal, people went to prison for that, so how could they keep this secret, or go back to living ordinary lives again? How could they live with an elephant this big in the room with them? Could he and Lara live as outcasts, cut off from their family and friends, their past, everything that made them who they were? Everything came with a price; how high a price would they have to pay for what they'd done? He became aware of Lara's eyes on him, and with that came the certainty that she'd shared every one of his musings. As he looked into her eyes, over and above everything else, he was still aware of just how beautiful she was, tear-ravaged face or not. Her eyebrow quirked up and Finn answered the unvoiced question. "Maybe you're right, Sissy, maybe this was all wrong; perhaps we should go, just get out of here and try and pretend this never happened?" Lara leaned up on her elbow to look into his eyes, her beautiful eyes huge and luminous, and her expression set and serious. "If I thought for one second you really mean that, Finn Elliot, I'd kill you myself! I'm allowed to have five minutes of cold-feet, and that's gone now; what I can't do is forget how I feel about you, or pretend I never loved you; don't ask me to do that, because it's just not possible! Everything that comes after this weekend, we'll handle, OK? I'm not letting you go, no matter what. I think we can have a life together, a good life; it's a gamble I'm willing to take. There are no real certainties in life, Finny, but I'm certain of one thing, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes; I love you, and I'll always love you; you belong to me, and I'm not giving you up; my life for you Finny, and only you!" Finn felt his eyes pricking as Lara opened her heart for him, and gave up everything for him. It stunned and humbled him that she was willing to give up everything, her whole life, to be with him. She'd said things he didn't know how to say, stirring him inside, making him understand properly just who she was and what she meant to him, and what he meant to her. She leaned closer and kissed him once, softly. "I know I can't be your sister anymore; this whole "Sisterfest" thing has taken care of that; so that leaves two other choices; you can be my lover or my best friend. I already have a best friend, so I guess that leaves my lover, so that's what I choose!" Finn looked closely at her, unsure how to describe his thoughts and fears for their future, if they even had one, but as he made to speak, Lara touched his lips, silencing him. Sisterfest Ch. 03 My thanks, as always, to Grand Teton for his calm in the face of my wilder flights of fancy, and his solid understanding of the rules of punctuation, which he's trying vainly to pass on to me, with varying degrees of success, I have to say! To him goes most of the credit for the last part of Sisterfest in the form posted here. Thanks also to my darling Lori for putting up with me, and pushing me to finish this ahead of some of the other writing projects I'd lined-up, and to Bonnie, for always taking me seriously. This, it goes without saying, is not the real world, so things happen here, in my universe, that couldn't, or wouldn't (but should!) happen in the real world, so please, suspend disbelief and play along. All characters indulging in adult acts are over 18. I you like it, please vote for it, if you don't please tell me why. Funny comments, even if they're meant to be nasty, get left up, pointlessly rude, nasty for the sake of nasty, or just plain creepy, comments get deleted. You have been warned... Have fun! beachbum1958 ***** Robyn led Lara and Finn through an unobtrusive door partially concealed behind a large spray of Hawaiian Frangipani flowers into a much smaller, more intimate pool area. "This is our private lair, do you like it?" she asked. Finn was speechless; the pool was an infinity pool, the far side just visible as a sparkling line against the faux dusky blue horizon, smaller than the main pool, but no less luxurious. The pool room was darkened, most of the light coming from inside the pool itself, dappling the midnight-blue ceiling with rippling blue light. Thousands of tiny glittering white lights were set in the domed ceiling, brighter lights arranged to form the familiar constellations of the Northern sky; Ursa Minor and Ursa Major, Orion, Cassiopeia, The Pleiades, all were there, picked out in bright points of light on the ceiling skyscape, with thousands and thousands of less bright pinheads snaking across the ceiling in a band that Finn suddenly realised was the Milky Way. The pool was framed on each side by a wall of verdant bamboo, long graceful stems arching over the pool, and bright green papyrus shrubs dipping down to trail their fronds in the water. A set of broad, shallow steps led down into the water, and a sunken bar cut across one corner of the pool. Robyn led them to a softly-lit area set back from the pool, with a group of large, luxuriously soft leather chairs arranged in a square behind a decorative trellis screen, where Evan and Sylvie arose to greet them, inviting both of them to take a seat. When all five of them were seated, Evan smiled and passed them chilled soft drinks. "Welcome to our escape hatch!" he grinned, lifting his glass in salute to his two sisters, Finn and Lara. "We don't usually ask our guests to come in here; this is normally only for us, but frankly, the girls think both of you merit an exception to our rule, and we wanted to get to know you a little better. My sisters are very good at spotting people it would be good for us to know, and they have a very good feeling about you Lara, and you Finn, hence this little meeting." He paused to take a sip of his drink before continuing. "We do actually carry out very discreet, but very thorough, background checks on all the people we invite to our home for these get-togethers; it would never do to let the wrong person into our home, given what happens here, so we did check you out, and what we found, we liked. I think, and Robyn and Sylvie both agree, that you might be very interested in becoming better acquainted with us; no, not like that!" he grinned as Finn's hand slipped protectively around Lara's shoulder. He nodded approvingly at Finn's gesture and continued. "My sisters and I are committed to each other, and only each other; we have been for a very long time now, and we think we see that same commitment in both of you. As I said, we did run a little background check on you, so we know about your family, your lives in general, but I'd really like you to tell me about yourselves, about what you want, where you want to be and what you want to do when you finish university, and more importantly, how you feel about each other." He smiled gently at them over the rim of his glass. "Please don't think I'm prying; I know there are things in your personal life that should stay personal. What I want to know is how committed you are to each other; I wouldn't normally ask, but right now it's very important that we know." Finn looked at Lara, their eyes locking as they each silently asked each other the same questions: what was going on here, and could they trust these virtual strangers with intimate details of their lives? Lara stared into her brother's eyes for a long couple of seconds, then slowly nodded, telling him she trusted them, and to go ahead. Finn grinned slightly sheepishly as he ran his fingers through his hair, raking it back out of his eyes. "I don't really know where to begin; everything that's happened to me in the last twenty-four hours is so new and so different I don't even have the words to describe how I feel. I do know one thing, though; Lara and me, we don't want anyone else, and we already agreed one thing; whatever happens from now on, we're together. When I finish university, I suppose I'll get a job, wherever I can, anywhere, as long as it's not bloody Herefordshire! Once I've got a job, I'll get a place, somewhere the two of us can be with each other, because that's really all we want. Sissy?" Lara took his hand in hers, looking down as she examined their fingers twined together. "Everything Finny said goes the same for me; I've wanted him for longer than I can remember, and this weekend just clarified all I've ever felt for him; whether he gets a job in London, or Scotland, or Kathmandu, or the Amazon jungle, I'm going with him; he's mine, you see, and I belong to him, and if we have to spend the rest of our lives digging holes in the Gobi desert, it'll be because that's what we wanted for both of us, not because someone expected or demanded it of us." All the time they were speaking, Evan sat quietly, watching them, watching their eyes, and slowly nodding, as though he was hearing something that jibed with his expectations. When Lara had finished speaking, he smiled and nodded at his sisters, who also smiled, leaving both Finn and Lara feeling they'd just passed some sort of test, but a test of what? Sylvie and Robyn stood up and took Lara by her hands, urging her to stand "Come on, Lara, let's swim a little," grinned Robyn mischievously, "I told you earlier I wanted to play with you!" Lara bit her lip and glanced at Finn, who shrugged his shoulders and grinned, so she pulled off her top and slid her shorts off, following Sylvie and Robyn as they too stripped-off. All three girls then held hands as they walked down into the pool to slip into the water and breast-stroke away. Finn watched in fascination as Lara turned and swam back into the shallows, and as she stood in the thigh-deep water, Sylvie rose up behind her, slipping her arms around her to cup and squeeze her breasts as she kissed her neck. Robyn joined them, kissing Lara as her hands slid around her to clasp her buttocks, Lara sandwiched between the two sisters. Robyn stepped back slightly and Sylvie half-turned Lara and now all three girls were kissing, their hands caressing, squeezing, and fondling nipples, buttocks, and slipping between thighs to rub and caress more tender flesh as their tongues fenced and darted. Finn watched in amazed arousal that Lara could, or would, do those things with another girl, but here, in this intimate setting, she'd obviously lost all inhibitions, enjoying the attentions of the two beautiful sisters, lost in a whole new world of sexual sensation, and responding with caresses and kisses of her own. "Don't worry," murmured Evan, "they're just playing, not seducing her! My sisters would never hurt or take advantage of your sister; they like her and this is just their way of showing how much, that's all; look, I think Lara likes it!" As they watched, Lara grinned and winked playfully at Finn, then gasped as Sylvie leaned down and caught her nipple gently between her teeth while gently rubbing her swollen labia. Lara responded by lightly pinching and tugging Sylvie's nipples in return, making her giggle. Robyn, meanwhile, kissed Lara gently on the lips, pulling back to lick her lips lightly, then turned and winked slyly at Finn as she slowly worked her finger into Lara's tight anus, making her gasp and squirm as Sylvie continued to suck and tug at her nipple. Sylvie relinquished her hold on Lara and slid back into the water, lazily stroking over to the side of the pool as Robyn continued to fondle Lara, both girls gently exploring each other before seeming to reach a mutual agreement, sharing a deep kiss before walking hand-in-hand up out of the pool. Sylvie hoisted herself out of the pool to sit on the apron and reached for a towel, wrapping it around her hair before standing and draping a beach towel around herself, smiling at the two other girls as they once more kissed as they stood at the edge of the pool. "When you've finished, Bobbi, I think Finny would like his sister back...!" she grinned. Lara's eyes flew open, to look guiltily at Finn. Robyn took her hand and led her back to her brother's side, a cheeky, minxy smile on her face. "See, Finny, I told you, we were only playing!" She squeezed Lara's bottom once more, and winked again at Finn before kissing Lara once more, a soft, lingering kiss. "You're so delicious, I wish we could play longer!" she whispered, taking Lara's hand and putting it into Finn's. "There you go, Finny, she's all yours again! God, I could eat you both alive!" Finn grinned as he pulled his sister closer and kissed her. "That was so hot, Sissy, Christ you're sexy!" he grinned, pulling her onto his lap, heedless of the fact she was still soaking wet. "I never thought I'd ever see you...and another girl...I didn't know you liked ...you know, things like ...that, but it looked so hot, you all looked so hot!" Lara looked up at him, then pulled him down and quickly pecked him on the lips. "I didn't know either, but they were so sweet, so gentle..." She bit her lip and looked into his eyes again, her eyes dancing as she smiled. "It was fun, Finny, and it was really nice; do you mind?" Finn grinned as he hugged his little sister closer; it seemed he was finding out more and more about her this weekend than he'd ever imagined! He smoothed her wet hair back from where it was plastered against her face and kissed her, slipping his hands around her nakedness to pull her closer as he kissed her even harder. Lara squirmed on his lap as she felt his hardness growing, gently undulating against him as they kissed. Finn broke their kiss to grin at her. "No, I don't mind; you liked it, so it's alright with me. Love you, little girl!" he breathed. Sylvie watched as Robyn squeezed the water out of her long hair and wrapped a towel around her head like a turban, and paused in toweling her own hair dry to ruffle Evan's hair, smiling tenderly at him as her eyes caught Robyn's. "He's all your, Bobbi, I'm worn out! I need some rest; our brother definitely knows how to give a girl a busy night! Try not to break her, Ev; we have to look our best tonight!" With that she pecked him on the lips and turned away, Evan watching the way the damp towel draped around her clung to and highlighted her flanks and sexy rump as she walked away, as elegant and self-assured as a model on a Milan catwalk. Robyn grinned naughtily, wrapping herself in a beach towel and plumping herself down on her brother's lap. "I guess our heads really have changed..." mused Finn, almost talking to himself, prompting Lara to look keenly at him. "'Our heads have changed...?' I like that Finny, it says so much in just a few words. I know I can't ever go back to the way we were before all ...this happened, and I don't want to; whatever happens, my life goes on from this point as part of yours; it's our life now. Bully for us!" Finn realised there was no sound coming from Evan and Robyn, and saw them both smiling at him, Robyn huddled comfortably against her brother. Evan leaned forward, his arm holding his sister tightly against him as he grinned at Finn. "So it happened for you, did it?" He grinned. "Your 'moment of clarity' finally struck? Don't worry, the girls and I had the same thing, which is why you're here, now, with us. You must be wondering why we asked you to join us, why we'd bring you to the heart of our personal, private space. Please, if you have any questions about us, about this place, anything at all, feel free to ask. I promise to answer any question you ask." Finn glanced at Lara, saw the tiny nod she gave, so turned back to Evan. "First off, why all this? Why 'Sisterfest'? What's it all for?" Evan sat up, pulled a robe from a pile on a nearby seat and covered Robyn. "Good question, Finn, and it deserves a good answer, so here goes: my father was a rich man, some would say a very rich man, but he wasn't satisfied with what he had, he always wanted more, and he worked at it, speculating in so many diverse markets even I can't keep it all straight!" He paused to grin, then carried on. "The upshot was that he became probably the third or fourth richest man on the planet, but I can almost guarantee you never heard of him; no-one has, because that was also another quirk of his; he hated publicity of any sort. So there you have this man, doggedly, secretly, almost furtively acquiring corporate assets the way other people collect stamps, or beer mats, or Star Wars figures, and when he died, he left it all to the three of us. Every damned penny..." Evan grinned as he stared unseeing into the distance, before resuming. "As you can imagine, when we were younger, my sisters and I spent money like water, we had fun, wild, desperate fun, until we too had our 'moment of clarity', which is when we finally realised that the only people we truly liked, and needed, and truly, fervently wanted, were each other, and that was the start of 'us', the three of us as you see us today." Evan paused to take a sip from a glass of champagne handed to him by Robyn from a locker somewhere under the leather chairs. "We started this whole 'Sisterfest' thing almost as a whim, a kind of 'in-joke' to see if there were other people like us out there, people who wanted what we wanted from each other, people we might have some sort of connection with, who'd 'get' what we were about." "It soon became obvious to us that there were an awful lot of people like us, people who wanted to be open about what they were doing, and with whom. Ordinary parties had long ceased to be fun, they just seemed to have no...substance, they were just empty amusements to fill up our days, nothing but clown shows. We thought we might be able to have some real fun, proper, adult fun with people just like us, so we set this whole thing up, and waited to see what would happen. As it happens, it has been an enormous amount of fun, but now, for us, it's time for the fun to stop, and reality to start." "So why are you telling us all this?" asked Lara. Robyn sat up and huddled against Evan, pulling her robe around her. "Lara, this, all this you see here, this is just one of the many properties we own in England, but this is not our home; none of them are, not really. The only place we think of as 'home' is a long way away, and my sister, my brother, and I want to go home. This is not the life we want anymore; we just want to live quiet, anonymous lives, to just be ordinary people, or as ordinary as we can be with all that money hanging around our necks! I want children, so does my sister, and so does Evan, but we absolutely refuse to bring them up in this circus, this life of excess and self-gratification. This is a fantasy world, where people's dreams come true, but now it's time our dream came true." She paused to take a sip from Evan's champagne glass, her throat working, and Finn was surprised to see tears glimmering in the corners of her beautiful eyes. She blinked them away and continued. "The only way we can be free to be ourselves is to pass it all on to someone we think can make a real difference, who understands what we originally intended, and who can actually enjoy what we started here, the way we used to. We want someone who is dedicated, committed, and not afraid of a challenge, and we think we've found them..." Finn looked blank for a second as he took in what she was saying, his eyes widening as her meaning gradually percolated through his mind. "Us? You're talking about Lara and me?" Evan looked at them gravely, and nodded. "Exactly. We saw almost from the first moments you were here how you felt about each other; the others out there, none of them seems in the least bit connected to each other except for sex. If you look out there right now, they're swapping and playing like there's no tomorrow." He paused to grin wryly. "Don't get me wrong; there's nothing wrong with that, nothing at all; that's why they came here, after all, to be free to do just that, and part of the reason for us encouraging that is to see who's prepared to do that, and who won't. You two are different; you only want each other, you refused the bait, you only had eyes for each other, and even a blasé cynic like me could see that, hence this conversation. I think you and Lara are perfect to take this from us, and there are benefits, too!" Robyn slipped off the bed and belted her robe around herself, before fishing out three more champagne flutes and a bottle of champagne from the locker under the chair. She poured three glasses and passed two to Finn and Lara, then raised her own glass in salute. "This house, this whole complex, is part of the deal; my father was a multi-billionaire, and now we have control of all that money, and the strange thing about money is how it grows; it doesn't matter how much we spend, the interest alone on all those billions just keeps giving us even more back. This house and complex represents a tiny, tiny fraction of what we have, and we don't want it anymore, we won't need it where we're going, so if you accept our offer, it's all yours. With the house comes a trust to manage and maintain the place, pay the staff, and of course, pay for 'Sisterfest', the whole raison d'être of this place. There is also a generous, and I do mean generous, salary, stipend, allowance, call it what you wish, but it's seven figures, each, and will be paid to you off-shore from an account in the Cayman Islands; call it your compensation for taking this thing off our hands!" She paused to grin mischievously at Finn. "Finny, please, breathe, you're going a funny colour!" Finn could hardly believe his ears; it was the offer of a lifetime, but how do you take it in when you're offered everything on a silver platter? Lara sat up and wrapped a large beach towel around her nakedness. "What's the catch? No-one just hands over something like this without there being some kind of huge price to pay; I once read a story called 'The Monkey's Paw', about what happens when you really get what you wish for, so I get that there's never something for nothing. There has to be an absolutely huge razor-blade in a ball of candy-floss this big; what are you not telling us?" Evan smiled and raised his glass in salute at her. "Well done, basic caution, I like that. There is no catch, Lara. It's time for Sylvie, Robyn and me to go; we've had enough, we want our lives back now, the lives we would have been living if our father hadn't saddled us with such an impossible amount of money. We want to share with you, we want you to take over from us, and make this whatever you think it should be; if you try it and then decide that there should be no more 'Sisterfest', then that's your decision, but all this, the trust, everything, will remain yours anyway; call it a gift to the special people we've been looking for, and you'll at least know for certain that the time for 'Sisterfest' is over. You being here means we have a chance at a real life at last, and that means more to us than any mansions, or money, or luxury yachts, or Hollywood lifestyles." Sisterfest Ch. 03 "He means it, you know," came a soft voice, and Lara turned to see Sylvie walking toward them, her wet hair hanging down over her shoulder as she brushed and untangled it. "My family means more to me than all of this," she said, her face solemn, "and we'll make any deal, any offer, if it means we can walk away and never be a part of this again, if we can leave to start the family we all want. It was my idea to recruit someone from the guest-list of people who've attended these parties, but so far, no-one has fitted that image we had in our minds; no-one until today, that is." She reached out and gently ran her fingers through Lara's damp locks, gently combing and separating-out the worst of the tangles by hand, smiling softly at her as she did so, her eyes far away for a moment, before returning to the present. "We think you are both very special people, which is why we invited you to be part of this. I truly believe you and Finn could make this whole 'Sisterfest' concept into something very special and meaningful with time, and that's why we want to give it to you." Robyn curled her legs under her and smiled as Sylvie poured her another glass of champagne. "I'm not going to hide or sugar-coat anything; if you take this on, there is a lot of hard work ahead of you. 'Sisterfest' revolves around utmost secrecy, discretion, and the willingness to do whatever it takes to make sure no word of this leaks out; some very well-known people attend the parties, you'll see the guest lists if you decide to throw-in with us, and they expect their privacy to be protected and guarded well." She paused to watch it sink in. "This is one of the very few places in the world where they can do what they do, openly, and with no-one judging them; they treasure it as a refuge, and will expect you to keep their involvement strictly confidential. Any word or hint of what they do here would ruin them. They're literally putting their lives and careers in your hand, and that's a huge responsibility." She sipped from her glass, then continued. "Of course, there's also a lot of fun to be had! The parties happen on three main occasions: New Year, Valentine's, and Hallowe'en. Other than that, and unless you decide to host more, your time's usually your own; if you want to travel, the world will be your oyster, or you can live your normal lives and just host 'Sisterfest' from here as and when. Sylvie paused to grin at them. "The house and complex is extensive and very well maintained, and there are many other entertainments than these two pool areas. You've probably only seen about ten percent of the entire place; I should reserve my judgement before I made any snap decisions. As the new owners you will of course be at liberty to come and go as you please, or you could live here; there are worse places...!" Robyn sipped her champagne, and twinkled a smile at them. "The choice is yours; if you decide you want to be part of this, once we hand over to you, it's all yours, to do with as you see fit, your house, your complex, your rules. We will still be reachable; we're not just dumping this on you and buggering-off into the sunset! No, you'll be part of our family, a very special part, and we'll stay close, just no longer involved in any way; after all, we'll be too busy, we have babies to make!" Sylvie seated herself behind Lara and stroked her hair again, her lips quirking up at the corners as she began to gently brush out the tangles. Finn could see she wasn't finished speaking, so he said nothing, instead waiting for Sylvie to gather her thoughts. "We won't talk about this again today; it's a lot to take in, I know, and we're asking you to make an enormous change in your lives, a life-altering change for both of you, so let's leave this on the table for now, and we can pick it up again tomorrow. I'd much rather you gave us a considered yes or no than a knee-jerk "No", so let's leave it here. We have a formal dinner with more entertainment planned for tonight, and it's about time for afternoon tea, so shall we go back through to the main pool?" Lara glanced over at Evan and Robyn, who were engaged in a long, hot kiss, Evan's hand inside the front of her robe and cupping her breast. Finn followed the direction of her gaze, and flushed slightly in embarrassment, something Sylvie noted immediately. Her grin broadened. "Honestly, the pair of you are so sweet, I can completely understand why Robyn wants to eat you both up! You were both naked out in the main pool, why be embarrassed now?" Finn cleared his throat and grinned shamefacedly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be a prude; I guess out there was different, everyone was naked, and it was like being at a nudist beach, not sexy or anything, just...free, no-one was staring or anything. But here, now, it feels a little like I'm intruding on their privacy, can you understand what I mean?" Sylvie reached over to gently brush her fingers along his cheek, a smile on her face. She looked over at Robyn and Evan, who smiled and slowly nodded, as though confirming something, before huddling down together again, not kissing this time, just watching Finn and Lara closely. Sylvie brushed Lara's hair down one last time, and stood up, adjusting the towel she'd wrapped around herself earlier. "Don't worry, I understand completely. You believe that what happens between a man and a woman is their private business, not some kind of sideshow, and you and Lara could never do that, but you won't condemn others for doing it. Good for you; I don't want to pressure you, but an attitude like that is a definite plus around here! Let's go back through now; I'm hungry, and I think Evan and Bobbi would probably like a little privacy..." Lara slipped her shorts and tank-top back on, and buckled up her sandals, while Sylvie dropped her towel and followed suit, taking a pair of shorts and a polo shirt from a small closet against the back wall of the pool room, and slipping on a pair of blue and white deck shoes. All dressed, she took Lara by the hand and led them back to the doors to the main pool area. Finn looked back, to see Robyn drop her robe and begin unbuttoning Evan's shirt, straddling his lap as they kissed, then Lara pulled him through the door and back into the main pool. Finn was relieved to see the orgy had died down considerably, and everyone seemed to be back with their original partners, stretched-out on loungers or sitting and chatting amicably together in small groups on the artificial beach while the tropical girls circulated with trays of chilled drinks. The barbecue spits had disappeared, but now chilled trolleys appeared piled high with sandwiches, fruit cocktails, and cake stands laden with sponge cakes, cream gateaux and sweet pastries. Most of the guests had put at least some of their clothing back on, and now they congregated near the trolleys, piling plates with sandwiches, slices of cake, and bowls of chilled fruits. Finn looked sideways at Lara, a glint in his eye she recognised. "You hungry, babe?" he grinned, his grin broadening as Lara shook her head. "Not really, but I would like to lie down..." Sylvie smiled and patted them both on the arm. "Off you go then, see you at dinner, the chimes will let you know when to get ready, and remember, it's black-tie, so boots and suits, kids!" Lara grinned and pulled Finn in the direction of the exit. Once they got back to their room, Finn wasted no time in pulling her close and kissing her while his hands roamed over her body, eventually settling on squeezing and moulding her firm buttocks as they kissed deeply. Lara broke their kiss to begin tugging down her shorts, but Finn stopped her, and slid his hands into the backs of her shorts to push them down himself. As he did so, he kissed and nibbled Lara's lips, pushing all the while at her shorts, until they were once again half-way down her thighs. Lara pulled her tank-top up and off, leaving her with just her shorts, half-way down her thighs as they were. "I remember this!" she murmured, squeezing his throbbing cock suggestively through his jeans as her eyes danced with glee. Finn sighed as he once more fondled her taut little bottom, making her gasp as his finger slid lightly over the puckered crease of her anus. Lara looked questioningly at him, but he shook his head. "Tonight, baby, after the dinner; right now..." With that, he put gentle pressure on her shoulders. Lara understood immediately, and knelt down to unbutton and unzip his jeans, while Finn tugged his polo shirt off and threw it to one side. Lara pulled his jeans and shorts down in one, holding his cock firmly as he stepped out of the puddle of his clothes, completely naked, with his thick, erect cock jutting out aggressively from his groin. Finn smiled happily as her lips enfolded the end of his rigid member, the sensation sending fingers of ice thrilling up and down his spine. Lara could feel his arousal in the solid, heavy feel of his cock, his balls pulled up tightly under the base of his cock, and his elevated pulse drumming in the bar of flesh she was sucking so determinedly. She slid her tongue gently over the hole in the tip of his penis, savouring the little gasp he gave as she did it, her tongue pleasuring him as her hand squeezed and pumped him, more gasps from him telling her just how much he was enjoying what she was doing. Suddenly, Finn pulled back, his aching cock falling from her lips as she looked up at him in surprise. Finn gave her his hand, pulling her up again. "Not like this, Sissy, properly..." he murmured, and Lara smiled, pumping her hand up and down on him once more as she led him to the bed. Once on the bed, Finn pulled her astraddle him, facing the end of the bed. As she leaned down to once more take his erect cock in her mouth, Finn slid her further up along his body, and pulled her fragrant, swollen pussy down against his eager mouth. Lara sighed as his tongue licked and lapped at her most secret places, savouring the taste of her excitement, drinking her tangy sweet juices. Lara's head bobbed as she worked him further and deeper into her throat, Finn revelling in the warm suction of her mouth even as he licked and sucked at her, eagerly lapping-up the juices trickling from her excited pussy. Her scent filled his head, and now Finn ate her almost aggressively, unable to get enough of her, her pheromones flooding his system and inflaming his brain until all he wanted was her. His probing tongue found the hard little bud of her clitoris, and as he gently dragged his tongue across it, Lara shuddered as the precursor to orgasm racked her body. Unable to stop himself, Finn pulled her clitoris between his lips and sucked, even as he jammed his thumb into her anus. Lara came in a succession of waves, groaning out loud and clamping her thighs on either side of his face, calling his name as her body threshed and shuddered. Finn gently held her clitoris between his lips as her pussy convulsed against his mouth and her anus clamped down tight around his intruding thumb. As she groaned, the vibration against the already sensitive head of his cock was too much, and Finn gasped out loud as he too climaxed, his last reserves of sperm spurting into his sister's mouth as he gave her everything he had. Lara continued to suck and squeeze his cock even as he spurted into her mouth, rolling the sensation on and on for him, extending his orgasm even as she quaked and shuddered with aftershocks as her own gigantic orgasm continued to echo and ricochet inside her. Lara slumped down on his thighs, completely spent, her heart beating so hard Finn could feel it in the long muscles of his thighs. Finn was almost wiped out; Lara's weight as she lay on him barely registered as the adrenaline high slowly ebbed, leaving a peaceful lassitude in its place. Finn realised he was falling asleep, and squeezed Lara's bottom, the delicious scenery of her vulva and anus still only a few inches from his face. He followed that with a quick lick of her pulsing labia, still dark and swollen from her arousal, hearing her giggle softly. "That's nice, baby, do that some more, I like it!" she murmured blurrily, wriggling languorously on him, sleep obviously not far from her either. Finn gently rolled her off him, and grabbing a handful of pillows, swapped ends to lie next to her, spooning her against him. Lara stretched and pulled a pillow under her head, at the same time pulling his arm around her so she could snuggle down against him. "Don't let me sleep too long, Finny, I want to play some more!" she yawned, turning it into a giggle as Finn slipped his hand around her waist and down to lightly cup and caress her labia and brush the flat of his hand against her clitoris, calming her and easing her into sleep. "Just a little while, Sissy, then we can play some more!" he promised, before hugging her closer to him and tugging the bed-covers over her. * Sylvie was in a thoughtful mood as she sat at one of the loungers, absently nibbling a slice of cake. Everything about Finn and Lara ticked her own personal set of boxes, but she knew what was at stake; Ev and Bobbi would need to be 100% on the same page. Her lips quirked up at the corners as she remembered Finn's instinctive gesture, protective and possessive, when Ev had said he wanted to know them better; it was just so sweet, such a welcome, refreshing thing to see here, in this place, where hedonism and relentless sexual abandonment were the name of the game. She pushed her plate away and stood up. The family needed to talk, this was their future, and it was no time to be making mistakes. As she made her way back into the private pool, Finn and Lara's faces were uppermost in her mind. Upon entering, the sound of her brother and sister making love drifted across the pool room, making her smile at the rush of love she felt for both of them. To occupy herself while they took their pleasure of each other, she collected the wet towels and clothes scattered around while Ev and Bobbi, her brother and sister, but also her husband and wife in every way that counted, made love. "Syl, how long have you been here?" called Robyn, her voice blurry with the afterglow of orgasm. "Not too long, baby," she replied, smiling at Robyn's own smile. "Why didn't you say something hun? You know you're part of this too, as much as I am, or Ev, why didn't you come here and join us, baby?" Sylvie sat down next to her and smoothed her hair, kissing her lightly as Evan nibbled the tips of her fingers. "You need some time alone with our husband too, baby; what kind of a wife would I be if I came between my husband and our wife?" Robyn stretched and hugged Sylvie. "I like being your wife; don't ever leave me!" Sylvie grinned as she kissed the tip of her nose. "Don't worry, baby, I never will; I love you! I can't wait to get away from here, just you, Ev and me, our family, together forever. In fact, that's what I came to talk about." Robyn sat upright, pulling her robe tighter around her even as her brother put his arm around her. "What's on your mind, Syl?" he asked, concern flitting across his face as Sylvie looked past him at the star-speckled ceiling, gathering her thoughts. Sylvie took both their hands as she started to speak. "Ev, Bobbi, I just want to go over this one last time, so we know we're all looking for the same thing. I know we set this whole weekend up just for this, but I have to be certain you're both completely on-side as well. Ev?" Evan settled himself and squeezed both their hands as he spoke. "We're so close now; when I saw Finn and Lara yesterday I knew; I felt sure they were the ones, more sure than anything I've ever felt; except about how I feel about my beautiful wives, of course! Talking to them just confirmed it in my mind, and I think they like what we're offering them; not the money, though; I got a feeling that didn't impress them that much, another point in their favour. Bobbi?" Robyn looked up at him, tears gathering in her eyes. "I think they're the ones too; like you, it's just a gut feeling, but a good one. Finn only wants Lara; I could feel it coming off him in waves, so he'll do whatever he needs to do to make sure they can stay together. I think we made the right choice, and I think they'll accept, in fact, I'm sure of it!" She looked up at her brother, her eyes darkening. "I just want to leave this, Ev. I want to go away and never think about this life ever again. I want to stand in a supermarket checkout queue and work out what to cook for dinner. I want to sit in the park and talk to the other mothers about pushchairs, and nappy-rash, and teething, and christening robes, and kindergarten, and food fads, all the things mothers do. I want to have my babies with you and Syl, and be a mum, and bring my babies up far away from all this, and nothing else!" Sylvie gathered her in as she cried, her own eyes brimming as Robyn echoed her own feelings so perfectly. She kissed Robyn gently and looked up at Evan. "So we're agreed; they're the ones, and we do whatever it takes to make sure they accept, yes?" Evan nodded, taking Robyn from Sylvie's arms and rocking her gently as he stroked her hair. "We're agreed; whatever Finn and Lara ask for, anything they need, whatever it takes for them to be happy here, they get it; anything to keep them sweet. All I want is an end to this, and to spend the rest of my life with the two most beautiful women in the world." * Finn woke with a start, disoriented for a second before his internal map of the world stopped spinning and memory clicked back into gear. His time-sense told him he'd been asleep about an hour, with Lara deliciously naked and warm right next to him. Her lips were parted, and her head was resting on one of her arms folded behind her, pushing her breasts up and out; she made the perfect picture, artless and overwhelmingly sexy, and Finn couldn't resist gently kissing and licking the pink nubs crowning those delicious mounds, feeling them grow stiff and firm under his tongue. Lara stirred and murmured, but didn't awaken, so his wandering hands wandered further abroad. As his questing fingertips brushed and caressed her gorgeous body, they moved inexorably lower, until his fingers were gently rubbing and lightly pressing against the hood concealing her clitoris, at the very apex of her bare little slit. Finn grinned to himself as he resumed lightly sucking and licking her nipples while gently circling her clitoris, barely touching her, but enough to register in her sleeping state. As he probed and played, his cock once more rose, stiffening with every passing second as he touched, caressed, kissed and probed her sleeping body, responding as much to the rush of love and desire for her as to the innocent, yet erotic and sexually provocative pose she had unconsciously adopted. Lara was dreaming about Finn, about him kissing and touching her as they lay in a summer cornfield, his lips tantalizing and teasing her as she closed her eyes, wondering where he was going to kiss and touch her next. She floated through her dream, her attention focussed solely on her darling Finny as he made gentle love to her, touching her only with tentative fingertips and soft lips, covering her in kisses and on the feel of his warm hands as he loved her. Finally he kissed her lips, his breath soft and fresh as he gently, almost fleetingly brushed her lips with his, and then it was no longer a dream, he was really there, really kissing her, holding her, loving her. She opened her eyes to see his warm blue eyes a few inches away looking down into hers. "Hello playmate!" she murmured, smiling as he smiled at her. "Hello Sleeping Beauty!" he murmured back, "I thought a kiss might wake you up. Are you rested?" Sisterfest Ch. 03 Lara turned on her side to look at him, her finger tracing the line of his jaw and flicking errant curls of hair off his forehead. "I feel very rested, Finny darling, rested and ready to play; that is why you dragged me back here and away from all those delicious-looking cakes, isn't it?" Finn grinned broadly. "I did no such thing! Why, I had to practically fight you off...!" Lara reached out to gently tap his nose and run her fingertip down across his lips. "One day I'll tell you just how much it hurt to not have you, to see you every day and be afraid that someone was going to take you away from me," she whispered, her lip trembling. "I don't know how I could have lived with that, Finny! It wasn't just about sex, either; I could have had that anytime, boys are so horny it would have been no trouble at all. But it had to be you, Finny, all of you; it was always only ever going to be you!" She reached out to pull him closer, to find her hands trapped in his as he held them down on the bed, his head dipping down to kiss her again. Lara kissed him back, feeling the heat of his erection as he positioned himself between her thighs. He gave her one last searching look, his eyes glowing like fluorescent sapphires. "I love you, Sissy, I always did; I know I had other girlfriends, but they weren't anything to me, because they weren't you, and I was going out of my mind, wanting you and knowing I could never have you; until now. I love you so much it hurts, Sissy, but it's the best hurt in the world!" Lara smiled up at him, her eyes glowing to match his. "Make love to me, Finny, love me properly and make me yours!" she whispered. Finn responded by dipping down to once more kiss her, his weight transferring to his elbows planted on either side of her. Lara curled her hand around his neck to hold him as they kissed, her breath hissing between her teeth as Finn once more slid himself into her tight warmth. "Oooh God! So good, oooh yesss!" she murmured as Finn began slowly pumping into her, Lara instinctively pushing back against him as he plunged into her depths. "That's right, Finny, make love to me baby, yess, like that, yess, like that...!" her litany repeated, her eyes closed as she pumped back against him. Finn's pace increased as his excitement rose, his lips insistent against hers, his kisses almost savage as his tongue stabbed into her mouth, penetrating her even as his cock found its way into her deepest recesses. Lara in turn humped her pelvis against him with increasing intensity, her legs crossing behind him, holding herself tightly to him as she bucked against him, forcing herself onto his insistent, pounding cock. Finn felt Lara's pussy begin to pulse and grip him as she approached her climax, and he redoubled his efforts, ramming into her with short, piston-like strokes, his own climax building unstoppably within him, until "Ooohhh GOOOODDD!"screamed Lara, her pussy clamping down tightly around him as he rammed into her, a wash of warmth covering his cock and balls as she juiced-out, spraying him in the intensity of her orgasm. With that, Finn could hold out no longer, feeling his cock lurch and pulse as whatever semen he had left to give blasted into her, the last of his male essence given up in tribute to her. Finn gasped as he dry heaved, unable to stop himself from pounding into her even if he'd wanted to, his pulsating cock burning as he jammed himself into her as hard as he could, pouring his very last reserves of spunk into her, his vision blurring and his ears popping with the force of his orgasm. Finn slumped down next to his sister, his chest rising and falling rapidly as the aftermath of orgasm and intense effort washed over him. Lara was no better, her body ringing like a bell as aftershocks shuddered and surged through her, the intense pleasure of her orgasm only slowly ebbing away, leaving a delicious languor behind. Finn, finally almost recovered from the shock of orgasm, turned to face Lara as she turned to him. "Love you, Darling Finny!" she murmured, smiling sleepily as she reached out to gently poke the end of his nose. "Love you too, Sissy!" he returned, gently pulling her closer to wrap his arms around her, giving her bottom a playful squeeze and jiggle. "Again, baby?" she smiled, one eyebrow raised in question. Finn returned her grin with a shake of his head. "Just being sociable, sexy girl! Right now I couldn't raise an eyebrow, let alone anything else; I think you finally ran me dry; I only came a couple of drops just now. Congratulations, you emptied my tank!" Lara urged his head down and lightly nibbled his chin. "I knew you big slabs of beef were all talk! Put me to sleep, Finny, make me nice and warm." Finn pulled the bedclothes back over them, Lara sighing as she turned around to spoon against him, once more pulling his arm around her as she rested her head on his other arm, and lightly rubbed his hip. "Get some rest, baby, another late night tonight; who knows, if you're up to it, you may get to stretch my bum some more! Good night, darling Finny, love you!" she yawned. "Goodnight, baby-girl, love you too!" murmured Finn, resting his head on the pillow and inhaling the soft floral scent of her hair, as he too finally dropped off. PART 5: THE SECOND NIGHT Once again, the soft, regular chiming awoke them, Finn slowly emerging from a dream about school, of all things, and something about Lara, memory flooding back as he realised he was cupping her breast and her nipple was stiff against his palm, while her warm, soft little apple-bottom was pressed firmly against his erecting cock. He kissed her on the nape of her neck, hearing a soft sigh as she came fully awake. "Hello, baby-girl, fancy meeting you here!" he murmured in her ear, poking his tongue in and making her giggle and squirm delightfully against him. "Stop it Finny, it gives me goosebumps!" she giggled, squirming round to face him and slide her arm around his waist. Finn looked levelly at her for a second or two, then gently pulled her closer and kissed her, his hands finding her taut bum cheeks and gently, insistently pulling them apart as they kissed. Lara returned his kiss warmly, holding him as their tongues fenced and darted together. "You know I love you, right?" she said when they finally surfaced. Finn fondled her bottom, enjoying the feel of her hands as they caressed his cock and balls, not trying to excite or inflame him, just maintaining contact. "Yes I do, and I love you too Sissy," he replied, grinning and giving her bottom an extra jiggle before lightly smacking her on her rump. "Come on, the thirty-minute warning's gone off, so quick shower, then we have to get dressed; move it, Sissy!" he growled. Lara poked her tongue out at him and sat up, shaking out her hair as she did so. The sight of her body rippling as she shook out her hair made Finn seriously consider just ditching the dinner, grabbing his sister right now, and staying right here instead, with his cock jammed into her and her delicious long legs wrapped tightly around him. But common politeness won out; as Lara had been at pains to point out that first night, they were guests here, so had to abide by the house rules. Finn let Lara go first with the shower; he didn't trust himself to keep his hands off her, and they were short of time as it was. When he stepped out of the shower, Lara was already dressed, wearing a short, slinky black cocktail dress, nude seamed stockings, and towering black stiletto heels. With her long legs and skin-tight dress moulded to her lithe body, she looked sophisticated, elegant, and sexy as hell. Finn whistled softly at the sight of his little sister dressed to kill. Lara smiled happily at his compliment, giving a twirl so he could see all of her. Finn quickly toweled and combed his hair into something approaching neat, and buttoned himself into the pleated-front dress shirt Lara had laid out for him. He eventually tied his black tie to his satisfaction and set his cuff-link Dress studs straight, before shrugging on his suit. Finally he straightened his jacket in the mirror, shot his cuffs like a riverboat gambler, and turned to Lara with a grin. "Well, do I pass?" he smiled. Lara looked him up and down and frowned, stepping closer and tugging his tie open. "I thought you knew how to tie one of these!" she grinned. Finn looked injured. "I thought I did; I tied it exactly the way I did at the Fresher's Ball at Uni last year!" he protested, smiling ruefully. "Obviously I didn't do it right then either." Lara re-tied his black tie properly for him, brushed off his lapels, and took his arm. "There, that's better, too suave for words! Now, take me to dinner, Young Sir!" she urged, smiling as he smiled back at her. Once again they followed the lights blinking in sync with Lara's bracelet, along yet another corridor to a pair of large double doors. As they approached, the doors swung open, to reveal yet another opulent room, only much smaller than the room yesterday, with a stunningly set table, silver, crystal glassware and floral centrepieces much in evidence. Everyone else was already there. They were the last to arrive, and once again a team of girls, now dressed professionally in short black skirts and high-necked white blouses, showed everyone to their seats. The meal was, if anything, even more lavish than the previous night; Finn's head swam at the number and variety of dishes served to them; some he'd only ever read about, some he'd never heard of, but all exquisite and all of them utterly delicious. Course after delicious course made its way to table, meats, fish and shellfish, rich, decadent desserts, dishes hot and cold, all served on the finest china by the team of smiling girls who'd met them on their arrival. Conversation sparkled and flew up and down the table, Evan, Sylvie and Robyn making toasts to salute and honour their guests, and to Finn, at least, it felt like a special occasion; Evan and his sisters had gone to extraordinary lengths to mark this night as special, and everyone present seemed to have picked up on that. Plus, the feel of Lara's hand on his lap as she lightly squeezed him every so often made sure he remembered her promise of earlier... When dinner was done, Evan rose and spoke to the assembled couples. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special treat for you tonight; please, follow me!" They all trooped out, along another corridor, and through into what felt like a large, airy space, although it was pitch black. As they stood in silence, wondering what was coming next, all the lights blazed at once, and they found themselves in a large room decked-out as a speakeasy nightclub, complete with neon signs, private booths, a dance-floor, bartenders with slicked-back, patent-leather Rudolf Valentino hair and pencil moustaches, and waitresses in tiny frilly skirts and seamed stockings. As the lights flared, the latest sounds came blaring from the sound-system, and a podium with a pair of polished steel poles was highlighted by a set of spotlights. A pair of girls in brief glittery costumes spun and whirled on the poles, shedding their clothes as they did so. The guests stood enthralled as the girls spun acrobatically, their long hair splaying out as they whirled on the poles, their eyes flashing as brightly as the sequins dusting their bodies. Other girls circulated through the crowd, handing an envelope to each couple. Finn opened his and stared at the wad of crisp banknotes inside, then he understood, and grinned. Lara grinned cheekily, took some of the notes, and was one of the first to push the folded banknotes into the skimpy thongs of the dancers, her expression showing how much she was enjoying the show. The girls finished their act entirely naked, their shaved pussies and rouged nipples in plain view as they fondled each other while they kissed, then turned to wink lewdly and blow a kiss at the audience, who clapped and cheered, showering them with even more banknotes as they picked up the money already littering the podium. There were other pretty girls in skimpy flapper costumes, complete with diamante headdresses, ostrich boa's and foot-long cigarette-holders, circulating around the club, and it didn't take Finn long to realize they were lap-dancers, especially when one of the girls shimmied in front of him, her breasts bouncing beneath her brief flapper dress as she smilingly offered him a lap-dance. He blushed as he started to refuse, but Lara cut him short. "Yes, we'd love one, please! Me first!" Finn watched in open-mouthed astonishment as the girl stripped as she writhed, her dress falling from her shoulders to reveal a magnificent body dusted with glitter, and wearing only a skimpy thong underneath. She began her dance by rubbing herself against Lara, pressing her breasts into his sister, who grinned with every indication of enjoying it very much indeed. Lara smiled sexily at Finn as she gently flicked and tugged on the girl's nipples, making her giggle and shake her shoulders, causing her breasts to dance and toll. The girl finished her dance by pulling Lara against her as she kissed her, Lara holding and squeezing her thong-clad bottom before letting go and nodding at the girl, who then pulled away and winked broadly at Finn. "Your turn, Baby!" grinned Lara, nudging Finn, and before he could say anything the half-naked girl had gone back into her routine, only now it was even more sexually explicit. She held and squeezed her breasts as she pouted at him, tugging on her nipples as she swivelled and gyrated her hips at him, then turning and pulling her buttocks apart as she jiggled them, before sitting in his lap and grinding against him. Finn looked at Lara in helpless embarrassment, expecting to see anger, or at least annoyance, but she was grinning broadly, obviously enjoying the show. For the big finish, the girl straddled him and thrust her large breasts into his face while she ran her fingers though his hair, rubbing and grinding her crotch into his, then slid off him, turned around and bent double, holding her ankles while jiggling and clenching her thong-clad behind in his face. Finn flushed scarlet, his eyes nearly popping from his head when the girl yanked her thong off, her shaved pussy lips and puckered, pink little anus clearly displayed for him. Lara could barely contain her laughter as Finn flushed scarlet. The girl straightened-up and grabbed her skimpy dress, then leaned in and planted a kiss right on his lips. She winked at Lara and giggled, then took the envelope Finn handed her and pulled out the money inside, her eyes widening at the amount, before once again kissing Finn lightly, and Lara once more, a little more seriously. "He's gorgeous, you're a lucky girl!" she stage-whispered, grinning as Finn flushed again. As she strutted away, her taut buttocks twinkling as her hips swayed, Lara leaned over and kissed him once, lightly. "She's right; I am a lucky girl!" she murmured."Now, dance with me, Finny, I want to boogie!" Finn led Lara out onto the dance floor and basically stood there while she danced around him, like most of the guys on the dance floor, but he enjoyed watching her move, and she obviously enjoyed it too, pausing every so often to teasingly kiss him then laugh and duck away as he tried to grab her. As they danced, Lara clinging to him during the slow numbers, their lips met more than once in long, slow kisses, while around them the dance floor gradually emptied. Eventually Finn noticed they were nearly alone on the dance floor, and was about to mention it to Lara as she swayed against him, oblivious to the world, when he saw what was happening in some of the booths surrounding the dance floor. He nudged Lara, hearing her gasp and soft giggle as she saw what he was seeing. Nearly every booth was occupied by a couple having a lap-dance, and not just lap-dances; in the booth nearest them it had gone further, much further; the lap-dancer was being enthusiastically pounded by a guy while his sister watched, her hand moving rapidly inside her panties as she and the dancer kissed and groped each other. As they looked around, there were several more scenes echoing that, but different combinations or permutations; sometimes it was just the guy and his sister, sometimes the sister was watching while her brother hammered into one of the girls, and in at least two of the booths the brother looked on while his sister and one of the naked lap-dancers kissed, groped, and ground enthusiastically against each other. "Finny, look..." she breathed, and "...I know..." was all he could murmur in reply, trying desperately to prevent his cock erecting at such an open and overt display of sexual gratification. Somehow it seemed more intense, not like the scene earlier in the pool area; that had just felt like a raucous beach-party that had gotten a little out of hand; this felt altogether different, more planned and 'adult', and all he could think of was how much he needed to be alone with his sister right now... "Finny..." murmured Lara, and as he turned to her, she pulled his head down, kissing him deeply while her hand lightly rubbed his swelling cock, feeling his girth though the material of his dress trousers. Finn pulled her to him, his lips almost savage against hers as he kissed her with all his strength, holding her against him and grinding his bone-hard cock against her mons, hearing her gasp and mew as their sexes ground together, until he had to break for air. "Sissy...our room...now..." he muttered thickly, lust and desire glowing in his eyes, matching the glow in hers. As they left the 'nightclub', Evan and his two sisters grinned at each other in their booth as they nodded, Finn and Lara's actions confirming yet again what they already knew or had surmised about them. * Back in their room, Finn wasted no time in stripping Lara, listening in satisfaction as she squeaked with surprise as he unzipped her dress and pulled it down and off her in one move, leaving her standing in just stockings and a wispy black thong. As she turned to face him, he pulled her close, his hands clenching her buttocks tightly as he pulled her into his crotch. Lara moaned as her thong-clad pussy ground against his hardness, her fingers twining in his hair as she pulled him closer for a hot, needy kiss. "Get naked, Finny, that's an order!" she husked, and Finn jumped to obey, his eyes never leaving his sister's naked perfection as he tore off his shirt and kicked his pants away, levered off his shoes and yanked his socks off, until only his tented shorts remained. Lara reached down and slowly stroked the front of his shorts, squeezing his turgid cock as she felt the solid girth. "What shall we do now, Finny?" she teased, licking her lips as she smiled. Finn hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts, but Lara stopped him. "Uh-uh, mine!" she smiled, and knelt down in front of him, her face level with his crotch, and, slipping her fingers into his waistband, slowly peeled his tight shorts down, her eyes lighting up as his thick, angry-looking cock slipped out, almost falling into her waiting mouth. "What shall I do with this, Finny? Please, tell me..." she asked softly, her expression a mixture of innocence and wanton lust. Finn held his breath as he gently pushed forward with his hips. Lara's eyes twinkled as she opened her lush lips and slowly engulfed the head of his cock, her lips stretched into an obscene scarlet 'O' as she slowly sucked the large pulsating head and thick shaft. Finn's eyes closed in ecstasy as Lara slowly sucked him, her tongue softly tracing the contours of his cock-head, licking at the frenulum and gently rubbing the furrowed tip as she slowly, deliberately fellated him. Finn knew he couldn't take much of this, especially when she began to squeeze the shaft as her head slowly bobbed, never once letting up with the delicious suction. Sisterfest Ch. 04: Naomi Pt. 01 This is the next part of the Sisterfest saga I promised, and tells the story of the rejected sister seen in Part 1. This story runs parallel with Chapters 1, 2 & 3, so some of the incidents and events from the first part are here, although seen and told from a different perspective to Finn and Lara's story. My thanks, as always, to GrandTeton for editing and being patient with me as I blatantly disregarded everything he so patiently tried to teach me, and to Jabbawookie for some great ideas and reader feedback. Please remember, this story happens in my made-up world, it's a fantasy, not a depiction of real-life, so certain things happen the way I want them to, not necessarily how they would happen in the real world. If you like this story, please feel free to vote and/or comment, if you didn't, I'd be just as happy to hear why not. All characters indulging in adult activities are adults eighteen years of age or older. ***** Part 1: Rowan My name is Rowan Redman, and this is the story of how my life began, my real life, not the first twenty-one years or so; I sleepwalked through them, like probably most of my generation. My life actually started when I was twenty-two, when I was still at university, studying for an MSc. in Architectural Engineering and living at home with my mother and my little sister, Naomi, known to the world at large as Nimmie, or just plain Nim. Mum was an author, writing for various magazines, local interest pieces for the most part, but also several moderately successful children's books under various noms de plume. We were what you could probably call a typical family. My father did a bunk when I was thirteen; he was an investment counsellor and broker, and when his business took off, so did he, shacking-up with his nineteen year old secretary with tits like basketballs and a brain you could fit in a mouse's ear and still have room for her personality. Mum was heartbroken, as she should have been, but she pulled it all together and carried on, doing the work of two parents because our feckless father didn't want anything more to do with us. So Dad disappeared from our lives and other than the monthly maintenance payments we never saw or heard from him again, not even the occasional birthday card for his only daughter, and now I was the man of the family for real, all fourteen years of me. Nimmie is a year and a bit younger than me, and polar opposites to me in almost every way. I'm dark haired, with grey-green eyes ('Hazel' mum and Nimmie call them); she's corn-blonde, with startling green eyes; I'm tall and athletic, not exactly buff, but not skinny either, kind of nondescript, and usually badly dressed, and she's petite, usually dressed-down, not a party-girl by any means, but a complete knockout if you take a closer look at her. We differed in other ways too. I played most sports, but my favourites were tennis and cricket in the summer and rugby and soccer the rest of the year, and I preferred to spend Saturday evenings socialising with my friends, whether clubbing or pubbing, while Nim preferred to study or listen to mum's old Everly Brothers, Roy Orbison, and Skeeter Davis records. Boys were starting to notice her, and I had my hands full reminding some of the more determined spotty creeps who wanted to try their luck with her that if they came within touching distance of my little sister, they were going home with their dicks nail-gunned to the back of their heads, and if they didn't believe me, they were welcome to try. Things finally settled down when Nim left school and started university; I'd sort-of accepted she was a grown-up now, so she needed her space, but I didn't let down my guard too far; Nim was gorgeous if you looked beyond the studious look and nerdish air she cultivated. She was studying nursing at the Croydon University hospital, so not a million miles from our home in Caterham, in Surrey; at least it meant I could still keep an eye on her. She'd grown into a medium height, quietly beautiful girl, with a shapely, feminine, but not extravagant figure, and had taken to wearing her hair twirled-up in a kind of 'bun', as she didn't want to cut it, and the hospital didn't want the nursing trainees draping their hair all over the patients. With her big-rimmed glasses on, and her tightly bound hair, she looked studious and meek, almost invisible, and when not in her nurse's whites or scrubs, slobbed around in my old sweats and T-shirts. I did notice one thing odd about her, though: no boyfriends. Ever. Mum even went so far as to ask me if I didn't think Nim might be a lesbian, not that it mattered, but I laughed it off. It got me thinking though; never a boyfriend, not even the occasional date. Saturdays invariably saw her sprawled on the living-room floor in sweats or old tracksuit bottoms and tee-shirt, studying, watching TV, or just reading. If I asked her why, since nurses were all legendarily sex-crazed man-eaters, wasn't she out causing trouble with her pals, she'd just dimple and say she had everything she needed right here, which always unsettled me, for reasons I couldn't understand or explain. I have to say, though, watching her stretched out on the floor on her tummy, with her ankles crossed behind her, and her bum gently flexing and jiggling as she hand-wrote her notes for the day, was always something I looked forward to, even if I wouldn't admit it to myself. However, one thing soon made itself apparent to me. For all her efforts to 'dress-down' and look dowdy, I couldn't help but see just what a hottie my little sister really was; when she wasn't wearing drab, baggy old clothes or bathrobes, it was obvious she had a stunning little figure: a tiny little waist, what they used to call a 'wasp-waist', a tight, shapely little bum, and pert boobs that her tiny waist just made look bigger. The first time I noticed, I couldn't help but notice everything, then felt disgusted with myself, and permanently soiled, for ogling my baby sister like that. Nim never even noticed me noticing, otherwise I felt sure she would have landed me a good slap in the face. Of course, once I took notice of her, it became impossible to stop noticing her; in fact, it became almost my obsession. Nimmie didn't seem to be that bothered when she blearily wandered down for breakfast on a Sunday morning wearing nothing except one of my old sweatshirts and a pair of tight little panties, and then of course, all I'd be seeing in my mind's eye for the rest of the day would be her taut, round, perfect little bottom in those tightly stretched panties, each well-defined, globular bubble-cheek quivering delightfully atop her long, perfect thighs, and those things jiggling around inside her sleeping top. It was driving me crazy; I found my sister deliciously attractive, but I was supposed to protect her, not leer at her every opportunity I got; what kind of pervert was I, and what should, or could, I do about it? In the end, common sense told me to do nothing; if the sight of Nim's legs, or her cute bottom, or her dimples, or her bouncy boobs was getting me all hot and bothered, then I should stop looking. Try to remember she's your baby sister, I told myself sternly; anyone else who had those kind of thoughts is going to be a dead man. Apply the same standards to yourself, you idiot. So I did, and it was hard, believe me; every night she'd caper through my head, her hot little arse jiggling and her delicious tits bouncing, naked as a jaybird and hot as the hinges of Hell, and I would play with her as she sucked me, and fucked me, and did every nasty, perverted, sexy thing I could dream up, endlessly, all night long. I never laid a hand on her, not even a lickerish glance, but I laid her down and she drained my balls every single night and the fantasy never got old or worn and jaded, not when the living, breathing, hotly desirable object of all my wicked, feverish fantasies lived at the other end of the corridor. One day, mum presented me with a brand new, top-spec laptop for university and I discovered the world of HD internet porn in all its glory. Someone once said the internet contains at least two billion pages of porn; even if that's not true, it certainly feels true, after all the stuff I leafed through looking for another way to get my fix, and then I found her. She was the spitting image of Nim. I nearly fell off my chair. The only way I could tell this girl wasn't Nim was the eyes and the chest: she had blue eyes, and a chest like a pair of honeydew melons; other than that, she was Nimmie, in every detail, and she was doing every filthy, dirty, perverted, exciting, endlessly varied thing I'd fantasised about doing with Nim and she looked like she was enjoying every second of it. I hurriedly created a folder on my virtual drive called simply 'N', and grabbed every picture I could find of this girl, let's call her 'Alyssa'. I went through website after website, and found more and more pictures of her, in solo shoots, twosomes, threesome, Dp, Dap, costumes, everything it's possible for a girl to do with one or more men, a flood of images, and then, oh joy, actual video, and now I had a handy visual for the X-rated Nim-movie playing more or less constantly in my head. 'Alyssa' wasn't Nim, but she was as close as I was ever going to get, and that was good enough for me. Round about the beginning of Spring Term, after the Christmas break, I started to notice a change in Nim. She seemed to be more gregarious, more interested in me, which I thought was odd; we weren't hostile or anything, we bantered and joked around, but I mostly kept my stuff to myself, and she did likewise, both of us respecting each other's space and privacy; I was the big brother, and she wasn't, and we worked just fine like that. Now, suddenly she was interested in me, in my life, what I wanted, and where I was going. I was cool with sharing stuff like that with her; we lived together in the same house, we didn't rub each other the wrong way, so conversations like that between us were inevitable. It just seemed slightly odd that after years of amicable, mutual disinterest, she now wanted to know about big brother's world. She also began dressing differently. Gone were the bathrobes, baggy sweats, and squashy, bunny-head or gorilla-feet slippers. Now she was parading around in crop-tops, skin-tight sports shorts cut high on the hip, lightweight tee's with her nipples poking out like hat-pegs, summer dresses that were like wide belts, covering her from just above her nipples to just below the curve of her buttocks, and when a warm day made an appearance, she'd be sunbathing out on the patio in swimsuits made of postage-stamps and dental floss, which raised my internal temperature near the danger-level. Nimmie has very pale skin, as a natural blonde, so she needs at least a 50 sun-block, and she'd prevail on me to do the bits she couldn't reach, which of course triggered a certain reflex in me, so I'd slather it on her any old how, give a quick rub to spread it around properly, then dash indoors to properly 'entertain' myself with the image of her like that, with 'Alyssa' to keep me on the boil, behind locked doors, of course; didn't want her walking in on me in that state... Once I was done, I would then amble out nonchalantly and give her a lecture on Basal Cell Carcinoma and other skin cancers; this did not usually go down too well, and only partly because she knew more about it than I did... On wondering what had brought this whole change about, my knee-jerk reaction was to assume she'd got a boyfriend, followed by an almost overpowering urge to hunt him down and skin him with a blunt chisel, but I quickly stuffed that back down where it belonged; she was nearly twenty, the law said she was an adult, so whatever she did, she'd be doing it as an adult, but I still didn't like the idea. Forgetting for a moment the fact I was almost paralyzing myself with the amount I wanked over her, she was still my little sister, and I still had 'big-brother' instincts rearing-up all over the place whenever I thought of some slack-jawed, skinny, greasy zit-farm touching her and defiling her body; it creeped me out and made my blood boil at the same time. So I'd tell her to cover them up, because mum would have a fit if she saw her like that. She'd just dimple at me, and blithely ignore me, but at least she knew now that her being so scantily dressed was not something I needed to see from my little sister (oh, but it was, it was...) I used to joke with her when she was younger, calling her 'Big Bum', which kind of played to her insecurities; Nim wanted more than anything to be a consumptive-looking, skeletal, heroin-chic waif like some of these so-called 'supermodels'; alas, she was blessed with the figure of a Fifties movie starlet; a firm, heart-shaped bottom, pinched-in wasp-waist, and boobs that looked bigger than they were because of her tiny waist; when she put on a swimsuit she looked like Annette Funicello or Sandra Dee, or one of the other teen stars of all those beach movies mum liked so much; if she'd been a teen in the Fifties or Sixties, they'd definitely have snapped her up, because she was just the prettiest girl I'd ever seen, even then, and well on the way to being traffic-stoppingly beautiful. * It all really started to ramp-up after Easter, Nim's second year at uni. I was lounging one afternoon, watching TV and really not paying attention, when Nimmie breezed into the room. I was bored, so I thought I'd wind her up a little. "Hi Big-Bum, where you been?" "I have not got a big-bum, you lanky streak!" she flashed in sudden annoyance at me, which only made me grin and stick my tongue out. I sauntered around behind her and looked her up and down. "No, you're right there, you don't have a big bum; it looks just fine from here!" With that, I wolf-whistled, the one thing that really winds her up, as I well knew. She spun around and thumped me on the chest, eyes blazing, so I backed away, still grinning, holding my hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay, you win, your bum's perfect, and someday some lucky bloke's going to find out just how perfect; of course, that will be just seconds before he dies, because I will definitely kill him, you can count on that!" She smiled and batted her eyelashes at me, smiling happily. "Would you weally, weally, do that for me, Big Bwuvver?" she lisped, making me grin even wider. "Of course I would; you're my little sister; anyone who touches you will end up with my foot shoved up his arse, count on it!" Her voice took on a wheedling, cajoling tone, one I knew well from when she was smaller and wanted her own way (which I usually gave her; she WAS my cute little sister, after all, who actually didn't know just how lovely she really was, as well as being a genuinely nice person to boot). "Rowan, I have to go to a party in a few weeks. It's a weekend house-party, and I need to bring someone; no-one is going to want to be my date, not with you looming over me like Mister Angry, and I doubt mum's going to be happy if I go away for the weekend with just anyone, so I'd like you to come along as my chaperone, whatever, because I'm going, I promised I would, and I can't back out now. What say you, will you help out your little sister? Pleeeeaasse?" OK, I didn't see that coming. I sat down and looked up at her. "What does mum have to say about this? Does she know you're planning on disappearing off to God knows where for a whole weekend? I know you're nineteen, but you're still a bit young to just go traipsing off alone into the wide blue yonder." She bit her lip, something I've always loved in her; it's such a cute mannerism, and she had such lovely rosebud lips and white, even teeth, too... "Rowan, please, I really want to go, all my friends are going, please come with me; who knows, maybe you'll get lucky?" I grinned at that. "Nimmie, are you setting me up with one of your numpty friends? I know them all. They don't know anything about the real world, and I don't know anything about fashion, One-Direction, X-Factor, Big Brother, or MTV, so that's not gonna happen!" She slapped my shoulder, probably harder than she meant, because I actually winced. "You know that's not true! If you come with me, I can have a weekend with my friends, and no boys will bother me, not with ugly, scary Rowan hanging around!" I grinned even wider at that, trying not to laugh. "'Ugly, scary Rowan?' You're not exactly making any friends here, Big-Bum!" "Ro-wann!!" she gritted, so I backed off. "Okay, I'll do it, but you'll owe me, Nimmie, are we clear on that?" She stared at me wide-eyed, and actually simpered. "So what do you want in return, Rowan? Ask away, whatever it is, the answer's yes!" Okay, she asked for it, and I couldn't resist it, so I leered at her and winked suggestively. "I dunno, wha' you got's to give, hermanita?" I drawled, doing what I thought was a reasonably good L.A. street gang voice, while I looked her up and down even more suggestively, licking my lips for added effect. Nim gasped in outrage. "Rowan Redman, what did...how dare you, you pig!" she stormed, and I smirked at her; good, that's what you get for making such a bloody stupid offer. Time to tell her some of the facts of life. "I dared because you left that door open, Nim, you numbskull! How many times have I told you, don't go making offers like that to guys, we're all the fucking same! If you show the dog the rabbit, he's going to fucking pounce! As your older brother, and the token grown-up around here, I thought perhaps I should let you in on that! Now, you don't owe me, I said I'd go with you, and I will, and I will gladly look out for you, but if you even try and set me up with any of your pinheaded friends, and especially that bonehead Janice, I will fix you, I swear; if she and her chest and her empty head are there, I'm dragging you back home, got it? The girl's an idiot..." Nim squealed and bounced onto the sofa next to me, hugging me, and planting a big sloppy kiss right next to my mouth. I wasn't expecting that, nice as it was, so I feigned shock and fended her off, spluttering as convincingly as I could. Nim didn't seem to care; she was beaming as she hugged me again and jumped to her feet. "Thank you, thank you Rowan; I promise you'll have a great time, and I swear: no Janice, cross my heart!" I had to grin at the memory of the last time I'd encountered her pal Janice, all Bambi-eyes and cleavage, at a party in Woldingham. "I should hope not, Nim, not after that party at your mate Kylie's place; she tried staring meaningfully into my eyes when we danced, and when I stared back, all I could see was the inside of her head, and way off in the distance, light leaking in through her earholes; there's dim, there's really, really, dim, and then there's Janice..." For once Nim didn't defend her half-wit friend, the one person on the planet who actually didn't know how to walk and chew gum at the same time; instead, she fairly skipped happily out of the room, off to make plans, or whatever. I sat back on the couch, still feeling the slight pressure of her lips next to mine; it had felt nice, it had felt too nice, and I couldn't let it happen again, not with Nim. Still, if only... **** Part 2: Naomi. My name is Nimmie, and I'm 19 years old. I live with my mum and older brother, Rowan, in a place called Caterham, not far from Gatwick Airport, in Surrey, England. I'm just under 5'6", blonde hair like mum's, but more sort of 'washed-out'; mum's hair is a lovely deep, honey- gold; mine, not so much; Rowan says my colour is what they call 'corn-blonde'. I have green eyes, a fair complexion, slim and willowy (according to Rowan) with 32B boobs, which look bigger because I have a small waist, but I still look in-proportion to my height and weight. My friends say I'm shapely, with a nice round bum, which allegedly is what men want in a blonde. Sisterfest Ch. 04: Naomi Pt. 01 Rowan says I'm pretty, but he's my big brother, he's supposed to. I tip the scales at just about 58 kilos, or 127 lbs, so not exactly underweight, either. All things being equal, I think I fit together pretty well. Rowan is nearly two years older than me, with green-hazel eyes. He looks an awful lot like dad, which means he's a real looker, something my girlfriends at school would never, ever let up about, and I do sometimes see mum looking at him when he's not looking and there's a tear in her eye. Rowan is tall, almost 6'2", well, but not heavily, built, more a sort of triathlete's build, or maybe a championship tennis player; well-muscled but not at all heavy or hulking is the best way I can describe him. Rowan, on the other hand, claims he's built like a racing turkey... He has beautiful chestnut hair, shot through with blond highlights, like dad's, but not well groomed and meticulous like dad always was, though; Rowan goes out of his way to look anonymous and nondescript, as little as possible like that bastard father of ours, in fact. It doesn't fool me, though, nor my friends; anything more than a quick glance at him and the man-hottie he tries to hide leaps out at you. I did have one shameful secret, and it was driving me insane with the effort of not just blurting it out; of all the boys I've met, since I was old enough to date and have 'the talk' with mum and the visit to the gynaecologist, there's only ever been one guy I'd seriously leap on and have my way with, and it's Rowan. Sick, huh? I saw him naked one day, purely by chance, and that was it; that's what did it for me. It was not long after Easter when it happened; I'd just returned to uni after the Spring Term break, and came home one afternoon to an empty house, or so I thought. Mum's car was gone, I didn't know Rowan was home, and I'm sure he didn't know I'd come in from classes. I was going upstairs to dump my books in my room and change, when the bathroom door opened and out he walked, stark naked, towelling his hair dry. He was completely unconscious of my presence as I stood in the bend of the stairs, hidden in the shadow there, staring up at him, absolutely enthralled at seeing him so natural and relaxed, with that perfect poise and unawareness of being observed that even the best stage actors can't capture. I marvelled at his toned, lean torso, at the way each muscle flexed and rippled, perfectly outlined by the dark hair beginning to speckle his chest and outline the muscles of his solid abdomen, at how elegant, graceful and fluid his movements were, and just how perfect his profile was. I held my breath, making no sound or movement to tip him off to my presence, just lost in the sheer visual impact of him as he stood there, completely natural and oblivious, breathtaking in his masculine beauty as he scrubbed at his hair with the towel. Confused emotions whirled through me; I loved Rowan, he loved me, he was my family, my big brother, and suddenly I fancied him! God, what was wrong with me? From then on, I'd developed a sort of teasing regime, for reasons that still seemed unclear, but felt right. On days when I wasn't in class or being an auxiliary at the hospital, I'd prance around the house in skin-tight boy-shorts and cut-off tank tops, or sunbathe on the patio in a teensy little red bikini and somehow convince him to rub sun-block on me; as I have very fair skin, he'd help me, slapping it on haphazardly then bolting for the house, and later I'd get the lecture about my skin type being susceptible to skin cancer, which was kind of a boner-killer, even lady-boners... Still, he meant well, and it showed he cared, but there was no evidence that he was interested in me, or ever was going to be, and I began to despair of ever getting him into a compromising position. After nearly a year of drooling over him, mooning around half-naked and getting nothing except "Cover them up, Nim; if mum sees you looking like that she'll lock you up in a convent!" and generally getting no more comments or compliments about my bum, or any other part of me, either, I was ready to move things up to DEFCON 2. He wanted to play hard to get, I was willing to play hardball, we'd just see who cracked first. The next time I had a late morning, no classes and no ward-duties at the hospital, I sneaked into his room to have a rifle through his laptop. I knew he didn't have a password; he never took his laptop out of the house, and I had my own laptop, so he probably thought I'd never snoop his, as what would I do with a bunch of essays and papers on vulcanism and plate tectonics, coastal erosion, and alluvial whatnots. Never, ever believe your little sister is not nosy enough to snoop your laptop; that way lies ruin. My own laptop was locked-down tighter than the Jewel Room in the Tower of London, but then I'm sneaky, deceitful, devious, and underhanded... On first powering-up, there was nothing immediately incriminating on his desktop, and searching through the dozens of folders there only turned up more and varied papers and charts, diagrams, and graphs relating to his studies. I was about to give up, when I noticed an icon labelled 'virtual drive', so I clicked on it, and there was a sub-folder, titled simply 'N'. Intrigued more than ever, I clicked on it, and gasped out loud. The girl in the pictures looked exactly like me, being fucked in every possible position, in every hole! There were pictures ranging from straightforward sex, to having a thick cock shoved into her arse, to sucking one, sometimes two cocks at the same time, and many, many shots of her kneeling with her eyes closed as cocks blew their loads over her face, rivulets of spunk running down her face and dripping from her chin in long ropes. There were video clips as well, in some foreign language, maybe Russian, and it was more of the same. I could feel my pussy itching and throbbing at the sight of a girl who could be me being used in such a filthy, dirty, depraved, exciting way. I wanted it to be me, I wanted to be her, and I wanted Rowan to be the one doing all that to me! Now my pussy was screaming for attention again, so I staggered back to my room, flopped onto my bed, and jammed my plastic boyfriend into me, in any and every hole, while all the time seeing Rowan above me as I imagined that solid, tireless cock of his pounding into me until I erupted in a sweltering, boiling, explosive orgasm that nearly knocked me out cold. * The next day was probably the turning point, the point in my life where teasing and fantasising turned into serious plotting. I was talking to my friend Jane, someone I'd known half my life; I'd had a pre-teen crush on her older brother, Greg, for a while, and she was the person who'd convinced me to study nursing with her. While we were chatting about general stuff, life, boys, that sort of thing, and sniggering at the junior doctors and medical students trying to appear cool in front of the student nurses, I dropped my guard and, quite without meaning to, blurted out that I thought my big brother was hot, and that I'd do him before I let any of those spotty medical students anywhere near me, and then stopped in horror as I realised what I'd just confessed to. Jane gave me a really odd look, then took me to one side, where she asked me exactly what I meant. I was cornered, so I told her what I'd been trying to do, what I was feeling for Rowan, the whole nine yards. She gave me a very peculiar look, almost calculating, then told me in no uncertain terms to think carefully about what I was doing. She was going away for Easter, but if I was serious, then perhaps we should have a little chat when classes were back in, because she thought she might be able to help me. That was enough to intrigue me, and so I spent the entire Easter break in a fever of anticipation; for the first time in my life, I actually couldn't wait to get back to class. A couple of days after classes resumed, I was in the cafeteria when Jane caught my eye. She was sitting alone at a table. She rolled her eyes to indicate the empty chair opposite her, so I casually sauntered over and plonked my tray on the table, dumped my books and sat down. Jane didn't waste any time getting to the point. "Have you thought about what we discussed before Easter?" I nodded, and Jane also nodded, watching me carefully in silence for a little longer than I was comfortable with, then seemed to come to a decision. "Alright, I know some people who may be able to help you. Don't ask me any questions, Nim, because I'll just have to lie to you; just accept I know what I'm doing. I have to make a few calls, and you'll be hearing from someone soon enough, just be patient, got it?" I nodded again, for the first time wondering just what I was getting myself into. Jane nodded her head slowly, never once breaking eye contact, then leaned closer, her voice barely audible over the noise and clatter of the cafeteria. "If you're having second thoughts, Nim, now's the time; I don't feel like wasting my time if you're going to get cold feet. Are you absolutely sure about this? Because this isn't kiss the boys and run away, or spin the bottle; real people are involved, and getting involved means going all the way; are you still sure this is what you want?" I looked her back in the eye and nodded. "Yes I am; I think he's worth it; you know him too, almost as well as I do; don't you think he's worth it? I've tried it my way; I couldn't get it to happen. Now I think I have to try it your way." Jane smiled and reached over to pat me on my wrist. "Okay, as long as you're sure. I think you'll be alright. The first time I did this with Greg I was scared, but I shouldn't have been; the people we're talking about here need to be careful, but they're good people, and they know what they're doing; they'll look after you and make sure you're safe and it's something you're completely happy doing. Trust me, Nim, I know you'll enjoy it. And, just for the record, Greg and I are still together, in secret, of course, but when I've qualified, we're going away somewhere where we can be together and safe; maybe you need to make plans as well. You know I think Rowan is a hottie, too; much as I love my Greggie, I'm feeling quite jealous of you right now!" * And that, pretty much, was that, at least for several weeks; June was part-way through when I finally got a call early one Saturday morning regarding that odd conversation I'd had with Jane way back in April. A woman who introduced herself as 'Sylvie' said that I'd been referred to her by a mutual acquaintance for inclusion in a special weekend gathering of 'like-minded individuals'; I assumed that was code for 'girls who want to fuck their big brothers'. Was I still interested? This was it. Of course I said yes, and that I would very much like to attend. 'Sylvie' told me that an invitation and instructions would be forthcoming, and rang-off. Now it was in motion, game on. When I broached the subject about the weekend away to mum, she looked doubtful, but when Rowan said he was going along too, with the express intention of seeing I was safe and well-behaved, mum relented. So now we were set. While I waited on the date, I dialled-back a little on the flaunting and revealing clothes; no need to make it too obvious, not now I had him on the hook; all that was left was to reel him in, which our weekend away together should do quite nicely. The morning finally arrived; I'd just finished re-packing Rowan's clothes and replacing his habitual grunge with some dressy shirts and slacks, a couple of tennis shirts, and some decent shorts I'd bought him without his knowledge, when I heard him calling me from downstairs. "Nim, Nimmie, could you come down here, please?" I poked my head over the balustrade to find out what he wanted. "What's up , Rowan, I'm busy!" I called down to him. "Nim, there's a bloody great big limousine here for us; did you order a limo? I thought we were driving down!" I grabbed his weekend case and dragged it downstairs, where he was waiting for me with a quizzical expression on his face. "Nim, about this limo...?" I patted his hand reassuringly. "Don't worry, Rowan, it's all part of the weekend; the people who are having the weekender have sent it; it's not costing us a penny! Now be a poppet and help me take these cases out!" He looked at me with that expression he gets when he can't quite believe what I've just said. "Poppet...?" he murmured, but took hold of both cases and lugged them out to the car, a huge black limousine with very dark privacy glazing. As the driver, a large, square man in a black suit and sunglasses stowed the cases in the boot, Rowan gave me that look again. "Nim, who are these people, where's their house, and how do you know them?" Okay, this was it, engage 'lie-mode'... "The girl whose party it is, Sylvie, is an old friend of Jane's; you know, my oldest friend Jane?" Okay, so that much, at least, is true... He nodded, grinning, a faraway look in his eyes. "Yeah, Jane with the big eyes and nice tits; oh yeah, I remember her, alright!" I punched him lightly on the arm, secretly pleased he was buying this. "Get your mind out of the gutter and listen! Jane asked me to come along, and as I sort of knew Sylvie anyway, I squared it with her; she was lovely about it, she was actually going to invite me anyway, but felt she didn't know me well enough to ask me outright, so when Jane asked me along, she was fine with it. That's it, Rowan, now you know, the girl's jungle telegraph is still alive and well!" So not too many outright fat lies, and just enough half-truths to keep him off the scent; besides, I'd talked to Sylvie, so I did 'sort of' know her... Rowan accepted my explanation, and bowed me into the car, a smirk on his face, and instinctively put his arm around my shoulder as I slid into the deeply-upholstered bench seat next to him. The driver slammed the door, and it was then I realised the privacy glass was opaque in both directions; all we could see outside were vague, blurry shapes. As the limo pulled away, the driver activated the privacy screen, another opaque piece of glass, and we were completely isolated in a blacked-out car going God knows where. I had a few qualms, but I trusted Jane, and Sylvie had seemed genuine, and Jane obviously trusted her, so I tried to relax. **** Part 3: Rowan And now I was walking arm-in-arm with Nim thorough this place we'd arrived at, after endless hours of travel in a blacked-out limousine, and it was an almost surreal experience. Everywhere I looked there was rich, tasteful décor: wide, elegant, richly carpeted corridors with high, intricately coved ceilings, and Regency striped walls with niches containing ornate antique clocks or statues, hung with huge paintings of hunting scenes or fanciful shepherdesses, and long and dizzying flights of stairs that led to more corridors, and yet more staircases, until Nim was completely disorientated. I wasn't, but I was staggered at the size of this place; just where the hell were we? Gigantic, empty stately homes, route marches through what felt like miles of corridors, large, anonymous men in black wearing radio earwigs, and all done in complete silence; the gorilla leading us refused to answer any questions, and the sound of our voices disappeared into the echoing silence as we trudged along. Now I was spooked, and one question kept squirreling around in my head: just what the hell had we gotten ourselves into, and how the hell were we going to get out of it? Nim was starting to look apprehensive, and I wasn't far behind her, when we stopped in front of a pair of large double-doors. At some unseen signal the doors swung open silently, and there, at last, were other people, young people, couples, eyeing us curiously as the men in black ushered us into the room, then stepped back as the doors swung closed just as silently. The slight lull in the buzz of conversation dissipated as a myriad of conversations started up again, and Nim and I looked around the room, wondering what happened next; at least, I was. I noticed she was looking a lot more chipper now that we'd arrived; her smile was back, and she was relaxing. I wasn't so ready to back-down just yet; for all that Nim had been invited here for the weekend, there had been no greeting, no introduction from the hosts, whoever he, she, or they were, just this collection of young couples, none of whom seemed to know each other, from what I could gather from the snatches of conversation I overheard. What exactly was going on here? I scanned the room, looking for Jane; Nim had said she was also invited, but I couldn't see her anywhere, and I was just about to ask Nim about her friend when the doors opened again, and another couple came in, but what a couple! He was tall, about my age, very good-looking, and obviously well built, with piercing blue eyes and a mop of black hair; the girl with him was something else, though; tall, slender and graceful, with a mass of long, jet-black hair, stunning, deep blue eyes, and pale, clear skin. Nimmie aside, she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen, and she was obviously having the same effect on every other male in the room, judging by the soft ripple of indrawn breath from every male present. I was in love with Nimmie, of that I had no doubts at all, but if I couldn't have her, I'd have settled for the new girl without a moment's hesitation. She and the guy with her were obviously brother and sister, and with that realisation came another; every couple here resembled each other; they were all brothers and sisters, just like Nim and me. Once again that thread of disquiet fluttered in me; just what the hell was going on here? The set of double doors at the other end of the room opened, and three people came in, two girls and a man a few years older than me. They were also obviously family, and the room silenced as everyone took them in, two beautiful girls with long, gold-threaded red hair, dressed in the most revealing cat-suits I'd ever seen, slit from ankle to hip on the legs and with wide, plunging necklines that continued almost to their crotches, and a guy I assumed to be their older brother. The older of the girls smiled at everyone, and began speaking. "Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, thank you for attending our little gathering. It's good to see so many of you here; we shall strive to make your weekend a memorable one!" The way she emphasised the word 'memorable', with a small, knowing smile, made me wonder what she meant, but I said nothing as she continued speaking. "You may be wondering why you are here, but by the end of the weekend, all your questions will have been more than satisfactorily answered, of that you can be certain! My name is Sylvie, and this is my younger sister, Robyn, and my older brother Evan; we are your hosts for the weekend, welcome to our home!" While she'd been talking, the other girl had been circulating through the crowd, saying something to each girl, who'd smiled, nodded, and left her brother to go stand by the closed double doors. When she came up to us and whispered something to Nim, she did the same, flashing me a smile and patting my arm before joining the other girls before I could object. What the hell? When all the girls had gathered by the doors, they swung open, and the girl Sylvie turned back to once more address all us guys standing there with our mouths hanging open. "Gentlemen, as you've no doubt been made aware, this is a special weekend, and the ladies have made a special effort as regards their...attire for the festivities to come, so if you will excuse them, they will have to leave for a short while, to get ready to look their best for you. Please, there are refreshments, I invite you to help yourselves, we won't be gone long. Until later, gentlemen!" Sisterfest Ch. 04: Naomi Pt. 01 With that, the doors swung open and all the girls filed out behind Robyn, Evan and Sylvie bringing up the rear, and the doors clicked shut behind them. Nim looked back and flashed me a warm smile, reassuring me, but I still didn't feel good about this whole thing; we were here in a huge, rambling house, God knows where, completely at the mercy of God knows who, and now she'd gone off with a bunch of strangers; to say I was uneasy would be to understate things considerably, but it was too late; she'd gone, and I had to trust that she'd be back soon, because I had a bad feeling about this whole thing, and I wasn't alone in that; from what I could hear around me, most of the other guys weren't too happy about what had just happened either. There was nothing I could do about it, and to be honest, Nim hadn't looked too worried; if anything, she'd looked delighted and excited, so maybe she knew something I didn't. However, as time passed, I began to get more and more jittery; something was wrong here, very wrong; what kind of hosts split up their guests and disappeared with one half of the; why all the security; and just who were these people anyway? How did Nimmie know people with this kind of wealth? We were just ordinary people, from ordinary backgrounds, and went to ordinary schools; we didn't have these kind of people in our address books, and this definitely wasn't the kind of social circle we moved in, so just how did Nim know someone like this 'Sylvie' person? Questions like this occupied my mind while I listened with half an ear to the buzz of conversation going on around me. I had been right; every man here had been brought here by his younger siste; no-one knew anyone else, but all their sisters knew this 'Sylvie', if that was even her real name, so just what in the name of all fuck was going on here? I'd just about decided to try and get out of there and find Nimmie when the double doors swung open as noiselessly as before and Sylvie and Robyn entered, but now they looked totally different, oh God yes, but what a difference! The two girls were dressed in identical outfits of contrasting colours; they were both wearing clinging mini-dresses, Sylvie in what looked like red latex, and Robyn in glossy black, with matching stiletto heels, with their hair in ponytails. They paused for a few seconds, then Sylvie spoke to us, but to be honest, I was too busy ogling those two stunning girls to pay much attention to what she was saying; that, and wondering where the hell Nim had disappeared to... With an effort, I made myself pay attention; this might be important. "Gentlemen, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long, you know how it is, sometimes it takes a little extra effort to make that bigger bang. The ladies are waiting to show you their chosen attire for the evening, so, if you please...the ladies!" I tore my eyes away from Sylvie's neckline as the girls began filing back into the room and my breath caught in my throat; none of them was wearing anything more than a few scraps of lace, stockings, and high heels; the room was suddenly awash with nearly-naked girls, and then my jaw dropped; Nim, bringing-up the rear, dressed in the scantiest, most revealing garment I'd ever seen; a few strips of frilly lace, white stockings leaving the tops of her perfect, milky thighs bare, and oh no! I could see her nipples all the way across the room! It took a real effort to not stare at them, but when I finally tore my eyes away from her chest, I looked into the face of the most beautiful girl in the room, a golden-haired, green-eyed angel, and she was my sister, and she was almost naked, in a room full of strange men! She walked up to me, a small smile on her face, her patented Nimmie 'I just put one over on you' smile of triumph, but all I could do was stare in disbelief; never, in all my wildest dreams did I ever think I'd see her like this for real, and, I'm ashamed to say, I kind of overreacted. She swayed up to me and stroked my chest lightly, and murmured: "So, now you know; how do like this, Rowan? It's all for you, Roly, anything you want!" I lost it; my beautiful little sister dressed like that, coming on to me, in front of strangers? I yanked my shirt off and bundled it around her, oblivious to her efforts to push me off. "No, Rowan, don't, please, what are you doing, I just wanted...!" but I cut her off, basically shouting her down, overbearing her, and glaring at her while I covered up her nakedness. I made myself not listen, because I was mad at her for pulling this stunt, here, in front of strangers; mad at her, and even angrier at myself because I knew then that I wanted her, in the worst possible way, and I couldn't have her, no matter how much I wanted to hold her, and kiss her quivering lips, and fondle her body, that soft, stunning, perfect body. I knew, if I did that, then we'd be lost, it would be too late, and we'd never be able to fix it... Somewhere in the background, one of the sisters was telling everyone why they were there, and the part of me that was listening felt a surge of horror, tinged with revulsion; this was some kind of incest club? How the hell did my kid sister know of things like this? Didn't she know how wrong this was? Oh my God, we were in a room full of brothers and sisters who were here to have sex with each other! I had to get her ou; I couldn't let this happen; supposing the police got wind of this? It didn't bear thinking about; all I knew was, I had to get my little sister out of this...this deviants' paradise, get her somewhere safe, then try and figure out how to get us home again. Nimmie struggled against me. I could feel her trying to get away. She was crying, and that shocked me too; the last time I'd seen her cry was the day dad walked out, almost nine years earlier, and now here she was, held tightly in the circle of my arms, crying and struggling to get away from me. I let her go, still too confused and angry to understand fully what was going on here, and then the girl Robyn was there, her arm around my baby sister as she led her away, still crying bitterly. "That could have gone better..." said a soft voice, and I spun around to see the brother (Evan?) looking at me sympathetically. "I guess it wasn't exactly what you were expecting, eh?" he murmured, and I nodded, still not trusting myself to speak. Evan lifted an eyebrow as he took my arm. "Go to her, Rowan. She really needs you now, and you need to try and fix things with her." He looked at me closely, and shook his head slightly. "Look, I understand how this came as a complete shock to you, but you need to look at her, too; all she wants is you. Look at all the trouble she went through to get you here. Don't tell me that was all just a whim or a prank; I saw you when you both came in, I saw how she looked at you, she's got you bad, and I can see it's not one-sided. Help her out now; go to her; that's what she needs." I was still struggling with all this; I wanted her so badly, but I didn't want to be as open as this, it wasn't me, and now I'd hurt the most precious thing in my universe. She was crying her heart out, and it was my fault. So I retreated into idiocy, lashing out instead. "How can you people do this, this is just not right, your sisters..." I trailed-off in the face of his raised eyebrow. "Don't judge us, Rowan; you don't know enough about us, or who or what we are, to have the right to do that. What we do is what we do, and sometimes we allow others to share that with us. We don't hurt anyone, and we don't allow any of our guests to be hurt-in any way. In any way at all. Naomi brought you here because she wanted with you what I have with my two sisters, because she loves you, and she's in love with you. Now, are you going to make this right with her? Or do I call a car and get you both out of here?" I nodded, still too embarrassed and confused to speak, but that flare of anger was gone; this was Nim, still my baby sister, and she'd done something I thought was stupid and dangerous, and I was scared for her, and angry with myself for scaring her, not angry with her, never that; I loved her. Evan took my arm. "Let's get you back to your room, and we'll leave you to sort this out; talk to her, Rowan, try and see what she's feeling, but if you still want to leave after she's told you everything, then we'll sort that out for you; you're not a prisoner, you're my guest, in my house, and I only want what's best for you and Naomi. Let's go." **** Part 4: Naomi As the doors closed behind us, Robyn brought us to a halt, and held up her hand for silence. We all complied, and she grinned at us. "Alright ladies, I assume you brought the outfits you hope will unleash the beast in your brothers?" We all smiled and nodded, so she continued. "Good, we'll show you to the rooms you've been assigned for your visit here; all your luggage has been taken there, so now is the time; if any of you are having second thoughts, tell me now, otherwise I will assume you agree with what will follow. Is there anyone who wants to leave? Please, if you have any lingering doubts, any whatsoever, if you've changed your mind, please, please tell me now; I don't want you getting into something you're not completely happy about. Are you all clear on that?" Amid a low chorus of 'yes' from everyone present, Robyn led us all down a corridor past a series of brightly it rooms, which she told us were fully-stocked pantries, and we were to help ourselves any time the whim took us, before turning into a long corridor with a row of doors on each side, which she unlocked for each girl, until it was my turn. She opened my room and showed me in. "Hurry up, now. We'll be back to collect you in fifteen minutes, so get a move on, Nimmie, we need to make a grand entrance!" she smiled, and I followed instructions, hurriedly stripping out of my travelling clothes and buttoning myself into the outfit I'd chosen to stun Roly with. Exactly on time a chime sounded, and as I stepped out of the room, so Robyn was there with the other girls, a low murmur of conversation the only sound in that elegant corridor. She smiled encouragingly, and snapped a silver bracelet around my wrist. With that done, she turned and addressed the assembled girls. "Okay, ladies, no more waiting; your brothers are waiting for you. Let's show them you're all worth the wait!" "Ladies, this is it; in a few seconds, your brothers are going to discover the real reason you brought them here; I know you had to use subterfuge and a little bit of, shall we say, 'imaginative' truth-massaging, so now, once I open these doors, the cat's out of the bag, and things will change between you and your brothers' forever, so I have to ask you one last time; is this really , REALLY what you want? No going back once that door opens; you'll have to live with the consequences. So, are you ready?" We all nodded eagerly, and once again she smiled. "Then let's go ladies; let's show your big brothers you're not little sisters anymore!" We waited, almost bursting with excitement, and then the doors opened and there were the boys, their faces pictures of shocked amazement. As we trooped in, each girl paired-off with her brother, causing a loud buzz of conversation, although I only caught snatches here and there; my eyes were fixed on Rowan's face, watching the look of shock as I swayed up to him, to pose in front of him, and the silence from him, in contrast to the gasps of appreciation from the other boys in the room. I waited for him to tell me how gorgeous I was, how stunning, how much he wanted me, but all I got was that shocked silence, and when I reached out to touch him, his hands stayed locked by his side, his eyes narrowed, and a pulse began to beat in his throat, even as his jaw muscles bunched and rippled. "Well, what do you think, Rowan, do you like it?" I preened, hoping my utter gorgeousness had stunned him momentarily, and any second now he was going to grab me, like all the other men seemed to be doing with their little sisters. "Nim, what the fuck are you doing in that get-up?" he hissed, and I stopped dead; this wasn't in the script, he was supposed to sweep me into his arms, not stare at me like I was plague-struck; what was going on here? Somewhere in the background I could hear Sylvie, or maybe Robyn, telling everyone why they were here, but it was just a background murmur to the tumult going on in my head as Rowan stared at me in horror. "Nim, what's going on, look at you, is this some kind of...of prank? Answer me!" he gritted, before pulling off his shirt and wrapping it around me, his lips set in a thin, bloodless line; he was furious. He pulled his shirt tight around me and stepped back, his eyes dark and pitiless. "Cover yourself up, Nim; you can't prance around in front of strangers dressed like...that, just look at yourself! God, Nim, what were you thinking of? Just get your clothes, we are leaving, now!" I stood stock-still, tears blurring my vision; he wasn't supposed to lose it with me, he was supposed to grab me and hold me and tell me he wanted me, not...this, not shame me like this, like I was doing something dirty! Just then a pair of arms enfolded me, I looked up, and it was Robyn, her eyes calm, sympathetic, and that's when the tears came; of loss, of humiliation, and yes, anger too, that the one man in the world I'd thrown myself at had batted me away with a couple of sentences. "Shh, come with me, it's alright, it's alright..." she soothed as she led me away, "tell me what happened Nimmie, maybe we can fix this." I looked around. No-one seemed to be staring; they were all lost in each other. I started crying even harder. I should have been one of them, Rowan should have been looking at me like that, I should have been in his arms, not alone and crying while the man of my dreams stood back glowering at me. Evan appeared at his side, taking his arm and saying something only he could hear. The hostility in his eyes seemed to die down a little, but he was still red-faced and not at all the placid, pliable, amiable Rowan I'd grown-up with. And so we stood there while everyone else trooped out past us, all those girls hand in hand with their own dream-men, staring curiously at me as I cried against the wall in Robyn's arms, until finally there was only Robyn, Evan, Rowan, and me alone in that room where everything had gone so wrong. Finally, when the room was clear, Evan shut the door, and began talking to Rowan in a low voice. Robyn, meanwhile, had produced a handkerchief and dried my eyes like I was a small child, which made me smile even in the face of what had just happened. "Tell me what happened Nim, did your brother turn you down?" I nodded, and her lips pursed for a second, then once again she was drying my eyes. "Did he say why?" she asked softly, and I shook my head, still unable to speak while the tears waited to catch me again. Robyn held my chin, and gently turned my face to look her in the eyes. "I think we can fix this, Nimmie. Look at him; he's not angry. I don't think he was angry at all. I think you just gave him a little too much all at once. Why don't we go to your room? Maybe once you've both had a chance to calm down a little, you can talk to each other, yes? How does that sound?" I nodded, so with a final swipe at my eyes, she put her arm around my shoulder and guided me out. I could hear Rowan and Evan following behind. When we got to our room, an LED on my bracelet flared green and the door clicked open. Robyn led us in, then crossed over to the large bathroom, and came out with a thick bathrobe. "Here you are, put this on and go and splash some water on your face, and do stop worrying; you're a knockout. Once Rowan gets past whatever it was that set him off, he's going to see that, and I guarantee you'll be okay; we saw you come in, I saw the way he watched you; he didn't even take a second glance at any of the other girls, pretty as they are; he only watched you, and I think he'll remember that." She smiled, and gave me a quick wink. "Don't worry, I think you'll make him see the light. You're gorgeous, Nimmie, he'd have to be dead to not want you! But, if by some mischance it does all go wrong, just press your bracelet, and we'll get you both out of here and back home. Now go and have a quick wash, and remember, he loves you, you just have to remind him of that. Good luck, sweetie! If you decide to stay, I think you should remain in here tonight, both of you; there's a banquet and a mixer, but I think you two might have some things to straighten-out, so you don't have to come if you don't want to. You know where the pantries are; if you get peckish, just dig-in and help yourselves. " She dimpled as she brushed a few strands of hair out of my eyes. "Maybe you two can have your own romantic feast, just the two of you, right here!" **** Part 5: Rowan Sitting there in the room, staring at that wall, all I could think of was the look on poor Nimmie's beautiful little face, the terrible loss in her eyes as she cried, and I'd done that to her. I'd made my adorable little sister cry just as surely as though I'd cracked her across the mouth. The girl Robyn, or maybe Sylvie, I didn't know, and it didn't really matter, had taken her away, and their brother had given me a good kick in the principles; he was right; Nimmie was in love with me, I could see that, but it took time before I finally admitted to myself that I was in love with her, fully, irrevocably, but I couldn't let anything come out of that love. This was England, a small place, and too many people knew we were brother and sister, and there were just too many records and databases we both appeared on, clearly and obviously siblings. There'd been some high-profile cases in the papers over the last few years, and while the law had smacked them on the wrists and pretty much left them alone, what the tabloids had done to those poor people didn't bear thinking about. I couldn't do that to Nimmie. She and mum were all I had; what she wanted would blight her life forever. She wanted to be a nurse. How could that ever happen? How could she ever hope to get a job in any reputable hospital with something like this hanging over her? I was a man, I could disappear, start again somewhere far away, in a profession where this wouldn't follow me around the way it would her; I wasn't training to be a professional in the healthcare industry, where a spotless police record was obligatory. No, this had to end, here and now; if I broke Nimmie's heart, well, given time, broken hearts mend; but if I took away her future, that was something I couldn't fix, and I certainly couldn't live with. I was deep in thought, miles away from the here and now, wondering how I could ever repair this fence with her, when that sense of her I'd always had told me she was right behind me. I looked around, and there she was, wrapped in a huge robe, looking sad and small and dejected, and it was my fault. I had to do it; I had to tell her that no matter how much I loved her, we couldn't do this; it was better she dealt with a little pain today, because the alternative was a mountain of heartache tomorrow. There was no contest in my mind. She sat next to me on the bed, obviously wondering what I was going to say; I could feel the apprehension coming off her in waves, so I did the only thing I could; I put my arm around her and drew her close. This may have been a hare-brained, weird idea on her part, but I still loved her, and the look on her face when I rejected her advances had torn me up inside too. "So what now, Roly?" she murmured, her hand now enclosing mine as it draped around her shoulder. "We go home, now Nim, that's what we do next. We go home, forget this happened, and carry on as normal, okay?" I murmured, still holding her close, ready to stem the tears when they came, if they came; Nimmie crying was pretty much a new one for me, and it had unsettled me in all kinds of ways. Sisterfest Ch. 04: Naomi Pt. 01 "Supposing I don't want to..." she murmured softly, and I turned to look at her. "What was that, Nim?" I asked her gently, and she looked right into my eyes. "You never gave me a chance, Roly, you just lost it with me. You never even asked what I wanted, or why I wanted what I did. You just got so angry, and you scared me..." The sorrow in her voice wrenched at me. The fact she was right didn't help either; all I'd done was lose it with her, in front of everyone, shaming her, and I writhed inside when I admitted that to myself. This was Nimmie, after all, my sweet, nice-girl little sister, probably the best friend I had, and I'd had no right to go off like that in front of everyone. "You're right, Nim, I should have listened, at the very least. I'm sorry, Nim-Nim; I didn't mean to hurt you or scare you; you know I'd cut off my own arm before I ever let you get hurt; forgive me, please, Nim-Nim." She smiled at me using my pet-name for her. Encouraged by that, I ploughed on. "Why don't you tell me now, and even if I don't understand, I promise I'll at least listen to everything you have to say." She cocked her head at me, a quizzical expression on her face, then shook her head, before sliding off the bed, to stand in front of me. "I know you think you'll listen, Roly, but you won't, not really, so I'm going to show you instead..." she murmured, undoing her belt, and, before I could stop her, the thick robe slid to the floor. Once again she was standing in front of me in that skimpy, sexy little lace garment. I made as if to pick up her bathrobe, but stopped dead as she popped a catch somewhere, and that white lace teddy, all that stood between her and complete nakedness, slid off her shoulders and also dropped to the floor. I was speechless; I'd always known my little sister was pretty, and sweet, with a great body; now I saw just how beautiful, how magnificent she really was, every line and curve of her body a poem of alluring femininity. I stared, and as I stared, I knew I was lost; there was no going back for me now. This was all I would see for the rest of my life; my beautiful, unbelievably sexy sister, sex-appeal radiating off her in waves that crashed and broke over me in a torrent of sudden longing. "Nim..." I whispered, and she smiled gently, her eyes glowing like green lamps. "Are you listening now, Roly?" she smiled, "Because this was all only for you; now do you get why I brought you here? I'm sorry for deceiving you, it was wrong of me, but I couldn't think of any other way to bring you here and show you this. What do you think, Roly, am I what you want?" I reached out for her, still speechless, intending to take her by her arms, maybe some vestige of big-brotherly instinct to cover her up still operating at some level, but she stepped closer, and my hands instead cupped her perfect breasts, and my downfall was complete. When those two perfect, wonderfully feminine orbs fell into my hands, and I slowly, gently squeezed and held them, glorying in the feel of her nipples so stiff and firm against my palms, I finally understood that she was, indeed, what I wanted, and she had been for the longest time. All my earlier misgivings faded, to be replaced by the certainty that somehow, some way, we'd find a way to deal with whatever the future held for us. Nim reached up to caress my cheek and all my restraint gave way. My hands slipped around her waist so I could pull her closer and crush my lips to hers. Nimmie kissed me back just as fervently, her arms locking around my neck even as my hands drifted down to clutch and squeeze at her perfect bottom, making her kiss me even harder. We kissed like two mad things, our breath hissing as soft groans and panting moans escaped from our tightly locked lips. I knew how wrong this was; this beautiful girl in my arms was my sister, the one person in the world you're not supposed to do things like this with, but I didn't care, not any more. Nimmie had made it abundantly clear what she wanted; she'd gone to these extreme lengths to trap me with her; what could I do but bow to the inevitable? Nim was beautiful in ways none of the girls I knew were. She'd made it clear I was the one she wanted, I already loved her, and now, after all the teasing, and wanting, and doubt and soul-searching, I was ready to admit I'd been wrong all along, that I'd been lying to myself all along. I did want her; I wanted her so badly it was like an aching, emptiness inside me, and holding her like this, kissing her so fiercely, so hard, I could feel that hollowness dissipating. It may have been wrong, and illegal, and taboo, but it was right for us, of that I was finally sure. None of the problems I'd thrown in front of us mattered to me anymore; only she did, and what she wanted. Nim pulled back from me to hold my face in her hands and look into my eyes. "I brought you here to give myself to you, Roly, that was the only reason, this is what this place is for, and I want to do everything with you. I never had any boyfriends, and I never dated, because I knew I was only for you, that all I had was only ever for you. I want you to make love to me, Roly, every way you can, in any way you want, and I want to make love to you the same way; whatever you want, wherever you want to go, I want to go there too. Have you got that?" I looked open-mouthed at her, unable to believe she was saying what she was saying, wondering if I was reading her correctly, but then she took my hand and placed it over the soft peach-fuzz of golden, almost invisible, hair at the juncture of her thighs and rubbed herself against me. As I held my hand still, afraid of what I wanted to do next, much as I wanted to plunder that warm dampness, she ground against me, that sparse golden delta of curls silky-soft against the flat of my hand. "I want you to fuck me, Roly" she whispered, her eyes softly glowing, "I want you to take me and show me, and keep on showing me, because I know you want to, and I want you to. It's all for you, Rowan, it'll only ever be for you!" With that she kissed me again, and this time I didn't hesitate. I wanted her, and now I knew what she wanted, I was going to have her! All those years of tormenting myself with her, all those late night fantasies, all that yearning, and guilt, and suppressed need had finally brought me her, and I was going to take her with both hands! My hands slid automatically around her waist and once more clutched her marvellous, springy bottom, my fingers gently kneading and massaging that warm, silky flesh even as our lips and tongues explored each other's. I felt her fingers on my buckle and groaned into our kiss as it hit me; we were going to be naked together, I was finally going to have her! Nim broke our kiss to smile at me. "Lift up, Roly..." she smiled, and I gawped for a second before I got her; how could she pull my slacks off while I was sitting on them? I jumped to my feet as Nim finished unbuckling me, unhooking the waistband and pushing my slacks down in one movement before sliding her hands round and squeezing my backside. "Mmm, what a lovely solid bum you've got!" she purred, "I always wanted to see it, oh and this, too..." With that, she grabbed the front of my shorts, which were tented-out by now, showing her exactly what she was doing to me. As she held me, she looked into my eyes, then grinned naughtily as she slid her hand inside the waistband of my shorts. I groaned as her warm little hand clutched my rock-solid cock. "Oh my God, Roly, it feels wonderful, I always wondered, and now..." She trailed off as her hand slowly held me tight, then gently pumped me a couple of times, watching me closely at the same time, a wicked grin on her face, the tip of her little pink tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth. Her other hand slid up to the back of my neck, urging me to bow forward, and as our lips met, she pushed me backwards onto the bed. I was caught unawares, and as I toppled, she went with me, to land on top of me, her hand still wrapped tightly around my cock. Now she had me where she wanted me (and where I wanted to be, let us not forget!) She let go of me to tug at my shorts. "Off, Roly, take them off...!" she muttered, so I obliged, helping her to push my shorts down. As my cock slapped against my belly, Nimmie sat astride me, her hands resting on my stomach as she slowly slid herself back and forth along the length of my erection. I was in agony; her pussy felt damp, hot, smooth, soft, and utterly delightful, and I wanted her so badly. I reached for her waist to pull her to me, but she intercepted my hands, twining her fingers in mine as she rubbed herself against me, her weight holding my hands flat against the bed. "No, Roly, this first!" she grinned, pressing herself harder against me, rubbing my cock between her labia in that grinding, back-and-forth motion. Suddenly she leaned down, planting her lips against mine. As we kissed, our tongues flicked and rubbed together, but not wildly. Rather it was a tender kiss, gentle and exploratory, almost like a first kiss, and, in a way, I suppose it was a first, it was our first kiss as a real couple, because that was what we now were. As we kissed, Nim let go of my hands and instead cupped my face as she kissed me. "I love you, Roly, only you." She whispered, then kissed me again, a quick peck before kissing my chin, my throat, my chest, and on down my torso, giggling when her teeth snagged the hairs on my chest and made me jump. Her nearness, her scent, her soft, warm lips tracking down my body, all were slowly driving me crazy, but when she cupped my balls and softly kissed the sticky tip of my penis, I nearly lost it right there. Nim giggled softly as I twitched, then suddenly there was softness and heat and wet succulence as she slowly engulfed the head of my cock in her hot, soft little mouth. I screwed my eyes shut and tried to distract myself in any way I could, because if I'd looked into her eyes, I would definitely have lost it. My first blowjob, and it was my hottie little sister; I don't know which was hotter, that I was finally getting a blowjob, or that it was Nimmie who was blowing me. As she sucked, she gently squeezed and massaged my scrotum, while slowly pumping my cock; try as I might, there was no way I could hold back, there was just too much happening all at once; her mouth was hot and wet, and her tongue was driving me insane as it looped around and around the head of my cock, teasing, stroking, cajoling me, her gentle but insistent fingers squeezing and touching me as she sucked. It was too much. "Nim...Nim, stop, please...!" I groaned, "Nimmie, I'm going..." It was too late; as I opened my eyes, she looked right into them, and winked as she smiled and sucked one last time, and that did it. "Ooohhh Goooddd!" I groaned, as what felt like a solid wad of spunk pulsed inside my cock before spurting into her hot little mouth. Nimmie's eyes opened wide, but she never stopped sucking, her tongue and throat working as I shot pulse after pulse of semen straight into her mouth. She swallowed them all, gulping my hot tribute down as fast as I could unload it into her. My body was rigid as the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced ripped and tore through me, a gigantic wave of sweet agony that centered on my cock and erupted inside my sister's mouth again and again. I almost passed out from the shock of that mind-shattering blast of pure pleasure, only vaguely feeling the soft lips and gentle tongue moving restlessly around my sensitive cock-head, easing me, calming and caressing and slowly bringing me down again from the heights I'd just ascended. I slumped back down, my heart pounding. One fact zipped and clamoured in my head; Nimmie, my Nim-Nim, my gorgeous baby sister, had just given me the most profound sexual experience of my entire life. None of the few girlfriends I'd had would ever have done for me what she had just done, and now I knew my head had changed forever; Nim wasn't my sister anymore; now she was my girl, and the only one for me. As I floated along, I felt her slip into place beside me. My hands instinctively slid around her waist, cupping and squeezing her bum as though it was the most natural action in the world. I looked into her eyes, and smiled back as she smiled and kissed me playfully on the tip of my nose. "See, Roly, I told you I'd show you!" she giggled softly, and at the sound of that throaty, sexy little laugh, together with the feel of her soft nakedness pressed against me, I could feel myself hardening again, no matter that I'd just come so explosively mere moments before. Nim ground gently against me, obviously feeling me reacting to her as well. "Rowan, you stud!" she whispered, grinning all the while, and then I gasped as she once more took me in hand and squeezed as she pumped me once, twice, three times. "Is there anything you want, big brother?" she whispered as she nibbled my earlobe, making goosebumps flash up and down my entire body. I didn't need any further urging, so I leaned up and rolled her onto her back before gently easing her thighs open so I could see and feast on the pink, swollen treasure there at the apex of her long, silky-smooth thighs. I wanted to tease her first, though, so I began with those fat, solid, perfect little nipples that had been torturing me for so long now, sucking greedily on each one in turn, flicking them with my tongue even as I scraped them gently with my teeth. Nim gasped and shuddered in time to my ministrations, holding my head against her soft, firm breasts, moaning softly as I cupped and squeezed and fondled her perfect tits even as I licked and sucked and gnawed on her irresistible nipples. "Roly, please..." she murmured, squirming under me, letting me know what she wanted. So I left off teasing her breasts, instead kissing and licking all the way down her perfect body. I don't know what Nim did to keep her body so perfectly in trim, but whatever it was, it was working, because I'd never seen such a wonderfully sculpted female form. From the perfect curve of her toned belly to the smooth rounded contours of her thighs and taut, firm little bum to her slim calves and sexy little feet, every part of her made me want to bite her to see if she tasted as good as she looked... As I kissed my way down her body, pausing only to tickle her pretty little navel with my tongue-tip, I could smell her arousal, the rich, sweet tang of her need, and I wanted to taste her, to confirm to myself she tasted as good as she smelled, so I slid my tongue down to the apex of her pink little slit, the lips swelling and darkening before my eyes, easily visible through the sleek, neatly trimmed puff of soft, silky hairs. Her sparse, downy pubic curls were a soft delight as I twirled them with my tongue-tip, and I was instantly glad she wasn't one of those girls who waxed and shaved their Delta of Venus into oblivion; as herself, completely 'au naturelle', she was a delight to my lips and tongue and a feast for my eyes. Nim groaned softly as my tongue-tip brushed her stiff little nub and squirmed her hips sexily. I couldn't resist lapping at her sweet little labia, puffed and pink and delicious-looking as they were, making her jump with a soft 'Oh, oh!" before purring and once more squirming against me. "Oh yes, Roly, like that, oh yeah, please, more baby, more...!" she murmured more or less continually as I bored-in, lapping hungrily at her. Her scent rose strong now, sweet and musky, inflaming me, driving me on.Nnow I didn't care in the slightest that this was my baby sister groaning and sighing and thrusting her mound against my mouth; now it was just a beautiful naked girl, and I wanted to eat her, to taste her depths, and then I was going to fuck her as hard as I could; all I wanted was to own her, to own her body and soul, and heart and mind; she was mine now, and I was going to damned well make sure she never forgot that! "Roly, please, no more, please..." she murmured, ruffling my hair, but I wasn't finished with her yet. When I suddenly pulled her toward me and pushed her legs as high and as wide as they would go, she squeaked in surprise, then groaned once more when I stabbed her tight little rosebud with the tip of my tongue, moistening and jabbing at her tight little orifice while she sighed liquidly and thrust her hips against me, urging me to do more and more. "No Roly, so dirty, it's so dirty, oh God, you're so dirty...!" she moaned, holding my head firmly against her as I licked and probed her most secret place; this was my fantasy, this is what I'd watched 'Alyssa' do, and wished it was me doing it to Nimmie, and now it was actually happening; my darkest fantasy was coming true, and I had no intention of stopping, not now... I could have stayed there half the night, tonguing and lapping at her, pushing my tongue into her secret, taboo places and listening to her soft, tremulous sighs and sexy little mews when I touched somewhere especially sensitive, but Nim had other ideas. "Rowan, please, stop, you're killing me, no more, please...!" she groaned, finally twisting out of my grasp and rolling onto her belly. I growled and pulled her legs open and once more pushed my face into her crotch, nibbling at her as I licked and probed. I could feel her body tensing as she shook and mewed under me, but I had an unbreakable hold on her thighs, and as I slid two fingers into her damp and swollen pussy, I jammed my tongue into her tight, pink little crinkle as hard as I could. "OH MY GOD!" she screamed as she came like a thunderbolt; her body went stiff as her fingers dug into the bed-covers, while her pussy twitched and trembled under my tongue. When I rolled her over and clamped my mouth onto her tense little pussy, I rubbed her taut, stiff little clitoris with the rough of my tongue, and once again she screamed, her back arching as she came again, this time a fine spray of her sweet musk enveloping my face and coating my lips with her salty-sweet, tangy juices. I held her against me, enjoying the feel and taste of her pussy as it twitched and quivered under my tongue, but she'd had enough, so I resorted to kissing and nibbling her gently, soothing her after what I'd put her through. Nimmie stretched and curled against me, while I kissed and brushed her labia with my lips, soothing her and easing her back down to earth after the fireworks and thunderclaps of her climax. "Mmm, that feels nice, kiss me some more Roly..." she murmured, dreamily running her fingers through my hair, so I complied; I would do anything for this beautiful girl, anything at all, and so I kissed and lapped softly, gently at her, holding and squeezing her lovely firm little bum cheeks as I did so, living out a few fantasies of my own! When I thought she'd taken as much as she could handle, I reluctantly kissed her sweet little pussy one last time, and slid up the bed to lie next to her, and reached out to caress her properly. "Thank you, Roly-Poly!" she whispered, "warm me up, I want you to hold me so I can sleep, you made me so tired!" As she spoke, she rubbed her hand over my chest and over my hip, before finally squeezing my buttock, grinning as she did so. "You've got a lovely bum, big feller!" she smiled impishly, and sighed happily when I pulled her close to me, stretching and yawning prettily, before she turned around and pushed her soft, warm little backside into me, spooning herself tightly against me. "Wake me up soon, Roly; I know where to find some cake!" she murmured, then sighed, and was almost immediately fast asleep. I did think about pulling the covers over us, but the room was warm, and I was too languorous to move, so I contented myself with holding her close and inhaling the scent of her hair, and that, together with her deep, even breathing lulled me to sleep too. Sisterfest Ch. 04: Naomi Pt. 01 * A soft chime jerked me awake, momentarily disoriented, wondering what the hell Nim was doing huddled against me stark naked, with my arm curled around her, cuddling her beautiful breasts like I had a right to. After a couple of seconds it all spun back into place, and I grinned a little shamefacedly at the memory of my reactions when Nim had first appeared, and then later, when I saw her naked in all her glory for the first time. I laid my head back down next to hers, her hair soft against my face as I once more enjoyed the sweet, floral scent of her hair and the feel of her soft skin against mine. I was also becoming painfully aware of something happening below my waist, as my cock slowly, inexorably rose, finally prodding her in her delicious little bum. Just then, Nimmie wriggled gently against me, grinding herself into my now fully erect cock. "Hello Roleee!" she warbled, "that feels nice; is it for me?" before giggling, and grinding herself into me once more, causing some serious friction as little Rowan wedged firmly between the cheeks of her firm, squeezable little bottom. I was torn between tickling her, or kissing the back of her neck and her ear while I did a little exploring, but the urge to explore won out, and so my hands slid under and around her to cup and squeeze her breasts while I ground right back at her, listening to her breathy little gasps as I rubbed and gently tweaked her stiff nipples. "Ooohh, that's nice, more, please..," she murmured, pushing herself even further into me while she began rubbing and caressing her pussy, and a flush slowly rose in her cheeks. By this time I had a seriously needful erection, and her bum wrapped around it as it was, was giving me ideas. Now I needed to fuck her so hard I was trembling with anticipation. Nim obviously could tell what was going through my mind, because suddenly I felt her fingertips gently stroking and scratching my balls, the sensation both exquisite and almost agonising as the need to fuck her brains out exploded in me. "I want to fuck, you, Nimmie, right now!" I growled in her ear. She responded by squeezing my balls gently before spinning round to face me. "At last, I thought you'd never ask!" she smiled, throwing her leg over my hip and bringing her hot, damp little pussy into contact with my straining cock-head as she kissed me hard. That was the final straw, now she'd done it, and she squeaked in surprise as I rolled her onto her back with me poised above her, the tip of my cock trembling mere millimetres from her pussy. "Are you sure, Nim-Nim? Because there's no going back after this..." I whispered, holding myself back with a gigantic effort of will. Nim looked me in the eyes, her gaze clear and unworried. "This is all I want, Roly-poly!" she whispered, "This is why I brought you here. I want this, and so do you, so please, Ro, don't stop now!" * Part 6: Naomi When Rowan, my big silly bear took me in his arms and held me the way he did, that little knot of apprehension (and fear as well) inside me, the one I thought would never go away, suddenly unravelled and disappeared. My big brother, the man I loved most in the world, in all the ways it's possible to love a man, was ready to see me the way I'd been seeing him for so long now. His hands on me told me everything I needed to know, and his gentleness as he held me and caressed me wiped away any remaining doubts; he was mine now, and I was his. That moment, where I'd shrugged-off that silly lace thing and showed him my body properly, that was the moment I knew we'd finally crossed our Rubicon, that we'd begun our new life as us, not just Rowan Redman and his little sister. He'd reached for me, and taken my breasts in his hands, his touch so soft, so gentle, it was like being caressed by a light breeze, but the look in his eyes told me everything; now, at last, he knew who I was, and who we were, his epiphany as profound as mine all those months ago when I first saw him naked and started down the path that brought us here. When we made love, it was with all the gentleness I knew he had in him; no tearing, pain-filled invasion of me; rather his lips, and tongue caressed me with all the gentleness and care for me that lay at the core of his soul; this was the one man in the world who would never hurt me, who would protect and defend me from the cares that dog all others, and he let all that come to the fore as his tender kisses and gently insistent tongue drove me to the brink of ecstasy and beyond. When I suckled him, and he gave me what I wanted most from him, he became a part of me in ways I still can't explain, but which remain with me to this day. * I fell asleep in the arms of my lover, my sweet, handsome brother, and dreamed of our lives together, of the things we'd done, and seen, and where our paths had led us, and then the focus shifted, and I saw, clear as day, where we were going, the lives we were going to lead, the family and loved ones we'd gather around us over the years. It was the most beautiful dream I'd ever had, and what made it all the more special was that I knew that Rowan, my Roly-poly, was going to make it all happen for us, because this was what he wanted too; I could actually feel his dream melding so seamlessly with mine that they were now one and the same. When I woke, it was to feel his big cock nestled between the cheeks of my bum, hard and urgent. As I moved against him, I felt more than heard his gasping intake of breath, and when he began touching and caressing me, all my desires flowered into one pressing, urgent need: to have him inside me, filling me with his flesh and his seed. When he finally prepared to enter me, he hesitated; I could see the concern in his eyes, and his final question, but I already had the answer; I wanted this more than anything in the world. So I looked into his eyes and nodded, beckoning him on, into me, and letting him know that this was for real, that it was what I wanted, and that I was his for the taking, right there and then, and forever after. When he pushed himself into me, I literally saw stars; there was a little pain, but not much. My gymnastics with my plastic plaything had readied me for this, but he was larger, thicker, softer, harder, a myriad of things all at once, and so much more beautiful than any plastic object; he was the real thing, my lover, and when he filled me like nothing ever had before, his cock jammed into me to the hilt, the overload of sensation, coupled with my emotional state, pushed me over the edge into a screaming, sobbing welter of indescribable pleasure such as I'd never dreamed possible. I couldn't help but push back against him, feeling my engorged clitoris rubbing so wonderfully against his own pubic thatch. When he withdrew and powered back into me, I nearly fainted from the shock of sensation that jarred through me all over again. I couldn't keep this up, I didn't know how much I could take, I only knew it wouldn't take much, not with what I was feeling, and when he kissed me while simultaneously ramming himself endlessly into me, I lost all control, my orgasm rearing up and crashing through me like a tidal-wave of pleasure, leaving me unable to even scream in the catharsis of release. Rowan, so intimately connected to me, gasped as I tightened around him, his body rigid and his muscles locked as I pulsed and quivered through that gigantic climax. I could feel him swell and throb inside me, the white heat of his spunk spurting deep inside me, rocking me on and on as he filled me with himself. The moment of pure ecstasy passed but my eyes stayed locked shut as ripples and tremors shivered through me and my nipples burned, engorged and throbbing as my body surfed through the waves of pleasure engulfing me. Rowan stayed locked in place above me. His beautiful eyes were the first thing I saw when I opened mine. "Hello sweetness!" he smiled, his eyes soft and blurry in the afterglow surrounding and warming me and when I smiled back he kissed me. When he did that, two tears spilled from my eyes, because now I was absolutely sure, all the way down to the deepest, most hidden parts of me, that he really was mine, and we were together for real. His look of concern warmed me even more as he rolled us over so now I was lying prone on him, his thick cock still buried in me, still hard and hot. This time I smiled when he wiped the tears away with his thumbs, his hands big and soft and so incredibly gentle. "Don't cry Nim, whatever I did, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, please, don't cry..." he murmured, looking so worried I couldn't help but grin. "It's okay, Ro, it's all okay, I promise! I'm fine, baby, really, I'm just so happy, you made my first time so wonderful, I just love you to bits..." He looked puzzled as he tried to put me being happy with me crying in the same box and I had to smile all over again; it didn't matter how many girls he'd had before me, and I knew it wasn't a very big number, or how worldly he thought he was, he still had that basic, almost child-like innocence that had always made him so attractive. He looked so adorable being so puzzled I just had to kiss him, and he responded just as warmly, his hands sliding around my waist and coming to rest on my bottom, which he then began to squeeze rhythmically, kneading and massaging my cheeks and pulling my anus open when he separated the cheeks. When he did that, I knew what I wanted him to do to me, but not yet; right now we had unfinished business... I think a lifetime of reading my expression suddenly clicked in him, because my darling Roly-poly grinned at me and left off squeezing and fondling my bum and instead eased me closer so we were almost lip-to-lip, then smiled and winked at me. "That's your 'cake' face, Nim; someone wants cake, don't they?" he grinned, so I kissed him anyway and rolled off him. "I need a shower, Ro, so do you. I'll do your back if you'll do mine, deal? And no touchie-feelie, I'm hungry, we'll do that later!" I promised him. Rowan's face lit up, and so we spent a very enjoyable fifteen minutes or so soaping, lathering, shampooing and rinsing each other off. I know Roly was feeling something, if that thing of his was to be believed, but then, after running my hands all over his lovely lean bod I was feeling a certain...need...myself. But we'd agreed; foodies, then nookie, so I pulled on one of his university tee-shirts, which came down to mid-thigh, so I was dressed modestly enough to go wandering the halls, and Roly plumped for a pair of shorts and a tee. With his hair still damp and dark, and, for once, sleeked back from his forehead, he looked casual, relaxed, completely at ease, and totally delicious; seeing him like that, I almost gave up on the cake, not with him looking so desirable. However, there are some appetites that need immediate attention, unfortunately... I led him from the room and down to the pantries all we girls had been shown earlier. There were several pantries, all of them long and well-lit, with a line of refrigerators, wine coolers filled with soft drinks, and racks of fresh fruit along one wall, and in the middle of the room those lightweight bistro- type metal tables and matching chairs you sometimes see on the pavement outside restaurants in the summer, with bread-baskets and butter-dishes on each one. It was also completely deserted, which I thought was odd, but welcome; I wasn't ready to face any of the others just yet, not after that scene earlier, so Roly sat me down while he filled plates with cold meats, lobster salad, smoked salmon, sliced pork pie (my favourite), dressed crab, crayfish tails in mayonnaise, another of my favourites, bowls of fresh fruit salad, and not forgetting some slices of cake; he had remembered my one vice, what a sweet boy! While we ate, we talked about what we did next; it was a little strange, sitting there in that brightly lit, deserted room, surrounded by some of the best food I'd ever seen, in a house that was God only knew where, eating ravenously after the best sex in the world, with my brother, no less, but it was a good kind of strange, not weird, just...different. Rowan was his usual attentive self, but now there was a difference; now, instead of bantering, there were long, searching glances, meaningful pauses and silences that spoke volumes, and always, his hands on me, holding me, lightly caressing me, even the act of wiping a spot of mayonnaise from my chin a caress rather than a simple gesture. The food was delicious, it filled the void, and sitting there in that large, silent room, just Roly and me, it should have felt odd, or intimidating, just the two of us eating alone in that big silent space, but because he was there with me, the emptiness didn't matter; instead, because he was there with me, it felt intimate and cosy, a special place for just the two of us. Rowan was the only thing in my world right then, and I couldn't take my eyes off him; his eyes as they darted around my face, his lips, remembering how they'd felt when he kissed me, his hair, for once smooth and sleek instead of his usual unkempt mop, and always his hands dancing gently over me, touching, holding, caressing, reassuring, and all the while I knew that from now on this was how it was always going to be between us. Gradually I became aware that we'd drifted closer; now, instead of sitting side-by-side we were pressed together, our low-voiced conversation punctuated by his touches and caresses, to be replaced with kisses as his lips brushed my lips, my cheek, my ears, my hair, even my eyelids, soft, fleeting, and tender. Somehow my hand had fallen in his lap, and I could feel that growing bulge there, ready to go wherever I wanted to take it. He seemed quite content to remain where we were, hugging and kissing like two lovers on a park bench, but now it became more serious, and much more urgent, when his hand cupped my breast, and his thumb massaged my nipple, bringing it immediately to life. As we kissed, I could feel that bulge in his shorts pulsing, waiting for me, and when I squeezed him he groaned gently and pulled me even closer. "Not here, baby, not like this..." he muttered, then groaned again when I squeezed him even more firmly; now I knew what I wanted; I wanted him, here, now... "Really, Nim? Are you sure?" he whispered, but now I wanted him so badly it didn't matter where we were; besides, the whole place fairly rang with emptiness; for all I knew everyone else had gone out to the movies and we were completely alone, and anyway, it didn't much matter to me where we did this, as long as we did it right there, at that instant! Roly grinned as I fumbled with the front of his shorts, trying to unhook the buttons and clips, but he solved that for me by just lifting his hips and pushing them down. He was naked underneath and his lovely thick cock once more reared up, hard and shiny, the head already pushing through his foreskin, slick and glossy with his fluids. I had planned on sucking him first, bringing him to the edge until he didn't know where he was, but when I stared at that beautiful rod of hot, thick flesh, and scented the rich, male musk of his excitement, all that went out of my head. Now that I knew what that thing felt like in me, I wanted it again, and without another thought as to where we were, I slid astride him, kissing him frenziedly as he groped and squeezed my bottom, pulling the cheeks apart even as I aimed him, then slowly, wonderfully, slid him back into me, feeling myself split and stretched once more as he filled me completely. "Oh God, Roly, that's so good, yes, do that, do that..." I chanted over and over as I rode him, while his lips and tongue caressed and teased my nipples and his hands held my waist and pushed into me when I pushed down against him. I grabbed the seat-back to give myself even more purchase and Rowan responded by sliding his hands up my back to hold my shoulders, pulling himself up against me as I bore down on him. I don't know how long we fucked like that. It was a long, timeless moment stretched out infinitely, where only the two of us existed, and our gasps and groans as we fucked each other like crazed beings, pounding away at each other endlessly. I never knew it was possible to be fucked so hard and to feel so good, my darling Roly was showing me what a world of pleasure lay out there, and I felt myself rising higher and higher as we ground and hammered at each other until: "Oooohhh God, fuck, oooh fuck!" he gasped, his whole body tensing, his muscles suddenly rigid, like he was carved from warm marble, and I actually felt his cock pulse as the spunk rose in him and blasted deep into me, bathing my cervix in delicious heat, HIS heat, from his body. At that, my mind dissolved as my own orgasm bulleted through me, slamming into me like an express train, a huge upwelling of the deepest pleasure, almost lethal in its intensity. I shook and screamed, unable to stop myself as the most intense waves of pleasure I had ever experienced roared and surged in me, over and over, until I thought my heart was about to burst. Finally, the awful, incredible, awesome intensity passed, leaving me weak and shaken, trembling in reaction, still impaled on my darling brother, his arms holding me against him. My heart was hammering like crazy; even my teeth were buzzing in their sockets and my throat was raw and ragged from the power of my release. Darling Rowan held me tight as I quaked and trembled with the aftershocks whirling through me, and my stomach ached from such a violent, shattering orgasm. "You're okay, you're okay, I've got you, it's alright Nim, you're okay, relax, baby, that's it, that's it..." I heard him murmuring as if from a long way away, soft, calming, soothing, like I was a small child again and he was making it alright, as he'd always done, and once again I felt that huge, burning surge of love for him; as long as my Roly had me, I was safe! I slumped against him, suddenly tired beyond belief; now I knew what they meant by 'dog-tired'; I felt like I'd run a marathon pulling a car behind me. My muscles were actually quivering with exhaustion, and so, with his hands on the small of my back and on the back of my head, gently but firmly holding me to him like a small child, I literally passed-out, past caring where we were, or that I was still impaled on him.