12 comments/ 41811 views/ 12 favorites Soren and His Sisters By: Cinner When Kyle first saw Cynthia Caine sitting at the quaint little cafe at the side of the tree-lined street she took his breath away. He thought her so beautiful that his head hurt. She had sat there, quietly engrossed in the book that she was reading and seemed only vaguely aware of the world around her. Kyle had noticed her idly while waiting for his friend Ricky, but she had looked up and smiled at the waiter who had come to offer a fresh roll, just as his eye surveyed the street for the umpteenth time, and that was what had hooked him. He could see also that she had had a similar effect on the waiter and the two men who sat at the table next to hers. The waiter actually took a step closer to her. "There you are, Darling!" he exclaimed as he plopped himself into the chair opposite her at the table. "I am sorry to be late, the traffic was murder." He glanced briefly at the hovering waiter, "I'll have a cup of coffee and a sweet roll, please." The man did not move, glancing disappointedly at the woman seated opposite Kyle. He had noticed that Kyle had been sitting at another table and guessed that this was just a ploy to cheat him of his prize. A struggling actor, his movie star good looks had won him bedding rights to several of his employers' patrons and he could see no reason why this dusky delight should not join his list of conquests. Kyle gazed at her, beseechingly. He wanted to reach for her hand, but knew that that would be overkill. "Don't think that I didn't notice you sitting over there watching me, Brian," the woman said, smirking at him, her voice unbelievably low and sexy with a trace of a foreign accent. "What were you playing at? Do you want people to think that I'm available for a pick-up by strange men in street-side cafes?" She grinned at him openly now and, believing them to be a couple engaged in elaborate foreplay, the disappointed waiter shrugged and left to get Kyle's order. Cynthia looked directly into Kyle's eyes, an amused smile playing on her lips. "So," she said after a while, "what is your real name, Brian?" Kyle felt his cock stir slightly at the way her voice caressed the word "Brian". He tried to clear his throat. "It's Kyle. Yours?" he almost croaked. She ignored his question. "So why did you want to sit next to me so badly, that you had to invade my brunch, Kyle?" she asked quietly. The word "Kyle" sounded even better on her lips and the young man found himself watching her mouth move. "I thought that you looked nice.... Actually, I thought that you were incredible. I saw you smile at our waiter and I had to meet you," he managed to blurt out at last. Cynthia smiled that smile again, and again, Kyle saw the two men at the table near them turn to look at her appreciatively. He was mesmerized and found himself grinning back at her like a happy fool. God, he wanted to marry this woman, she made him feel that all was right with the world; and that was truly saying something. "Thank you. That was very nice of you to say!" she said shyly. "My name is Cyn." "You're kidding!" Kyle exclaimed, drawing a curious glance from one of Cyn's admirers. Cyn looked at him uncertainly. "There is not a single thing sinful about you!" he explained hastily. The girl laughed outright this time sending a sharp tug straight to Kyle's rapidly hardening cock. "It's short for Cynthia. My parents went for unusual names for us. I have sisters called Savannah-Mijanou and Mara-Viviana. My brother is Soren-Ishmael." "You didn't get a hyphen too?" was all that Kyle could think of to say to that. The girl giggled. "Actually I'm Cynthia-Anastasia, but I think that Cynthia is quite enough. Wouldn't you agree?" "That depends; though Cynthia-Anastasia Kantorowicz is quite a mouthful." "I beg your pardon?" "Cynthia Kantorowicz. I'm Kyle Kantorowicz." Realization dawned, and Cyn laughed out again, delightedly; attracting stares from several of the patrons. Kyle felt like a celebrity. "You're very sure of yourself, aren't you, Kyle Kantorowicz? How do you know that I'm not already married?" she asked archly. "No ring. I checked that out the second I came over." "Ahhh. I could be living with or seeing someone..." "Then you wouldn't have shooed the waiter away." Kyle said gently; hopefully. Cynthia's smile gentled into a broad grin. She seemed amused by the game that they were playing. "Okay," she conceded. "I am single at the moment; but how do you know that you're my type?" "Because I am. You didn't ask me why I thought that I was your type. You asked me how I know that to be true; so I suspect that it must be true. I really am your type!" Cynthia's eyes focused on Kyle speculatively for the first time. Kyle was right. He really was her type: her large, clean-shaven, friendly, corn-fed, boy-next-door type. She glanced at the waiter as he brought Kyle's food and set it down in front of him. She accepted, with thanks, another coffee at the man's offer of more service. "Okay," she said when they were alone again. "I'm listening. Tell me all about yourself, Kyle Kantorowicz." *** Kyle didn't even notice that Ricky hadn't shown up again, to pay him the two hundred thousand dollars that he owed him. He found himself exchanging childhood stories with Cyn, and when he invited her to come with him for a walk in the park, it was only her hesitation that reminded him that she was not, in fact, a lifelong friend of his, but rather a stranger that he had met only two hours before. Kyle felt a pang of bitter disappointment and a sharp sense of loss at the realization that their time together would end. He didn't want to freak her out though so he tried to be cool about it and allow her to leave without him. "Same time next week?" he quipped. "I'll be here again on Friday," Cyn said quietly. "Same time?" "Okay, Friday it is," Kyle agreed, reaching for her hand and squeezing her fingers. She squeezed back and smiled at him, her endearing shyness returning. Kyle met Cyn again on Friday and she was just as enchanting to him. He met her twice during the following week and three times the week after that. He dreamed about her at night and thought of her as he rubbed his painfully turgid cock to relieve himself of the frustration of waiting to see her again. She really didn't talk very much about herself or her childhood in Jamaica, but listened fascinated, to his stories about his early life in Oklahoma. She wasn't in any way evasive if he asked her a direct question, but she seemed to put him at the centre of the universe and made him feel that it was his rightful place in life. She encouraged him to pursue his dreams and spoke very optimistically about hers. Kyle felt that he was truly invincible when Cyn was near him, and it was an addictive feeling. It took him six weeks more, and all the strength that he could find in himself to decline her first offer of sex, before he took her to his bed. He had had to shoot his load to take the edge off before collecting her at their cafe; but when he saw her he realized that it didn't matter; he was excited, and it showed. He was not accustomed to such a lack of self-control, but he found that he did not care. She surprised him. He had imagined a passionate woman, but he would never have guessed at the playful kinkiness that she displayed. She brought her own scarves with which she tied his arms and legs and blindfolded and cleave gagged him. Kyle was just about to put a stop to that shit when she swallowed his cock whole for the first time and nursed at his groin while massaging his balls firmly. She brought him to a blinding orgasm in under ten minutes, rendering him unable to remember his own name and too physically sated to offer to reciprocate immediately. After that, he could not have denied her anything that she wanted from him sexually, even if he tried. And she demanded a lot. She gave him only fifteen minutes to recover before she started again though she took things more slowly this time and allowed him to savour the sensations of her lazy assault on his body. She had an adult nursing fetish that delighted Kyle, and allowed him to lose himself between her 34DDs and suckle her to his heart's content. She used her teeth on him in ways that he didn't realize he enjoyed and he could never have believed that such a sweet-looking girl could be so filthy of speech, or so physically flexible in bed. He was no prude, but he had never tried anal with any of his women and was mildly shocked but delighted to learn that that was where she wanted him to take her more often than not. He had never been asked to fight for it before either, but he found that the simulated non-consensual forays in which they engaged were among the most satisfying sexual experiences that he had ever had. Yet, her physical prowess and sexual creativity were not the only attractions. Kyle found himself wanting to impress her mentally as well and so he Googled some of the books that he had noticed her reading so that he could have something to say to her about the ones that were in English and German, his father's homeland. He did not think it prudent to let her know that he understood French, Chinese, Arabic and Russian as well since he didn't think that she would ever have a need to know these things about him; and certainly she did not need to know them now. She seemed genuinely impressed by his literary efforts, but not as impressed as he was when he realized that she actually understood and enjoyed football and baseball and that they were fans of the same team or when he learned that she knew all there was to know about Formula One racing, that she had run two marathons and that she was a fifth degree black belt in karate. Kyle could not believe his good luck to have met Cynthia and he began to wonder seriously if they could have a real future together. *** It took Cyn until Christmas to introduce Kyle to her family. Although she was close to her brother and exchanged e-mails with him on most days, she didn't speak of her sisters very much, but they had had such a good time getting to know each other that he hadn't even thought to question this. Then Cyn brought the e-mail that she'd received from Soren, requesting her presence at a family reunion that he and his wife, Margaret, were planning for their joint families in Jamaica. Soren knew about Kyle and had extended the invitation to him as well. Kyle was excited. Business was slow and two weeks in the beautiful, tropical paradise that was Jamaica at the height of the North American winter seemed like a great deal to him; certainly not something that he was going to pass up. He packed his bags and was ready to go even before Cyn was. *** Soren-Ishmael Caine met them at the Norman Manley International Airport himself. It was the second time since knowing her that Kyle felt genuinely intimidated by Cynthia; and in truth, she had nothing to do with his angst. "Soren's a neurologist," Cyn had whispered hastily as they left arrivals to wait for their ride. It had seemed a pointless comment since Kyle didn't think that he would have had anything much to discuss on the topic of neurology in any event. "He's great!" she gushed. "Nothing to be afraid of." Kyle's eyebrows raised at that. He didn't have any time to ask her about her last comment though when he saw the man glide through the parting crowd and he felt the first chill of self-doubt. It had to have been him. He saw an unmistakable family resemblance. Soren-Ishmael Caine stood about 6' 9" tall and looked, and moved, like a male supermodel. He had the calm confidence of one born to affluence but who had also added to his impressive credentials by dint of his own hard work and his talents. For all that though, there was something surprisingly humble about the man. He didn't seem to want to attract attention. "Cyn," Kyle whispered, awed. She turned toward him, looked in the direction in which he gazed and saw her brother. "Soren!" she shrieked and ran to tackle hug the huge man. "My baby girl!" the giant exclaimed scooping her up and hugging her. "How are you, Sweetie?" "I'm great! How's Maggie?" "Never better!" He paused briefly, for effect, "We're expecting!" Cyn shrieked again and hugged her brother tightly. It was clear that this was possibly the best news that she had had all year. "Sor!..." words failed her. "Sor!" she tried again. "Jesus Sor! I am so happy for you! Congratulations!" she managed at last. "I know baby. I know. We haven't told anyone yet. You're the first. We thought to say something at the brunch so mum's the word, okay?" Cyn hugged him again Kyle thought that he heard her sniff. The giant put her on the ground and she stepped away from him and seemed to remember Kyle for the first time. Cyn dried her tears and turned toward Kyle, dragging her brother by the hand the few steps toward him. "Sor, please come to meet my friend, Kyle!" she gushed. "He's great too," she added more shyly. "Ahhhh, Kyle! I'm Soren. It's wonderful to finally meet you," the man smiled brightly at Kyle while shaking his hand firmly. "My little sister is very impressed by you, so I am as well. Welcome to Jamaica! I hope that you'll enjoy your stay with us. Have you ever been here before?" "No, but Cyn has been telling me how not to behave like a tourist." They all laughed at that before Soren went to get his Prado from the parking lot so that he could stow their luggage. Cyn had actually hefted her bags ready to accompany her brother to the parking lot, but she put them down on the pavement when she noticed that several persons, including Kyle and Soren, were staring at her. "Okay, Cyn! It's a good thing that you told me that he was a doctor," Kyle said when they were alone. "I would have thought actor or model or basketball player or something like that. He could even sing! He sounds like Barry White!" Cyn looked impressed. Her corn-fed boyfriend had soul. She had to keep an eye on him since there was more there than met the eye. "I didn't know that you knew about Barry White," she giggled. "I know what you mean about Sor though, and you would have hurt his feelings if you had suggested that to him. He has had to work very hard to be taken seriously for his brains and he's most proud of that. Everything else is an accident of birth. He accepts them, but he's trying his best to do more in life. It's very strange, but he is very sensitive about people noticing the way he looks; and he works so hard! It's as if he's doing penance or something. I keep telling him to slow down, but he won't. It's like he's trying to out run his life. I can't explain it." Kyle's eyebrows went up at that. He supposed it took all sorts. "Alright, and what's up with your sister? You cried at the news that she was pregnant." "Sor and Maggie have been trying for nearly ten years. I think that Maggie has had about thirteen miscarriages. They even gave up and adopted a little girl. She's beautiful. I love her dearly. They've called her Nicole. She's four now. This is really something big for them. I hope that it works out. Mags has never got beyond the first trimester before and for Sor to be telling the family this time then I know that she has. I know that Sor is going to treat her like an egg! She deserves this! They both do!" Cyn looked as if she was about to cry again and so Kyle came to her and held her tightly. He kissed her dreadlocked head and cuddled her. He was seriously falling for her kind heart. That she would be so happy for her brother and his wife, and feel such profound joy at the thought of them having the much-wanted baby of their own, impressed him greatly. He had seen so much ugliness in the world that she was a breath of fresh air for him. *** The drive into Kingston and beyond that to Irish Town where the Caine's lived was largely uneventful. Cynthia and Kyle would be staying with Soren and his wife but they stopped at her parents' home on their way there. Kyle stepped out of the SUV and admired the magnificent scenery as he had been doing during the entire drive into the mountains outside the capital city. He and Soren had already become firm friends on the way in from the airport and so he took it in good stride when Cyn's brother kidded him about behaving like a tourist. "Mara and Savannah came in last night," Soren said casually to Cyn on his way up the steps into his parents' home. "They're staying with Mummy and Dada. Mags couldn't manage the crowd." Kyle caught the look that the siblings exchanged but said nothing. Family tiffs were common. This had nothing to do with him. He was just planning to stick by Cyn and Soren and stay out of trouble. It seemed funny that Mara and Savannah were considered a crowd but the couple was planning an event for over a hundred and fifty people without batting an eyelid. The trio had just entered a spacious, tastefully-furnished front room when Kyle's heart skipped a beat. "Cyn!" a young woman exclaimed and rushed passed, bumping into Kyle rudely, as she ran to hug the woman that he was beginning to think of as his girlfriend. "Mara," Cyn smiled politely. "How are you? Mara, I think that you nearly knocked my guest over. Where are your manners? Please say hello to Kyle." "Hello, Kyle," the woman turned to greet him, extending her hand regally. She was quite an eyeful. Her sexy, come-hither smile and magnificent cleavage were the first things that Kyle noticed before he managed to pull his bulging eyes away to look into hers. Mara noticed, and Kyle saw her suppress an amused smile as she stepped forward to give him a sociable peck on the cheek. It wasn't the start that he had hoped for. "Kyle, please meet my sister, Mara-Viviana," Cyn said. "We're twins," she added as if it were an afterthought. "Mara, please say hello to my... fiancé, Kyle." Kyle's mouth fell open. He would be proud of himself later when he realized that he managed to shut it quickly. One look at Mara would have been enough to bowl him over, but then from somewhere in the fogs of his mind to hear himself introduced as Cyn's fiancé was almost too much. "You didn't remember to tell me that you were one of identical twins, Cyn!" Kyle exclaimed. Then a young woman, who must have been Savannah, came into the room followed by two older people whom Kyle assumed to be Cyn's parents. "Triplets?" Kyle asked faintly. This caused general laughter, and Cyn came to claim his hand. For some reason Kyle was grateful. He had a distinct feeling of having stumbled into the twilight zone. "No darling, Sav is a year older than Mara and I." she whispered. "I'm the baby of the family by three minutes," she added. "I'll tell you about it later." "Come here Cynthia!" her mother chided. "You can't have your guest standing up like this. Come and greet your father properly and offer your young man a cup of soup!" Kyle watched Cyn run to hug both of her parents tightly as if she never wanted to let them go. He saw them hug her back and knew that they had a very special relationship. He knew that she had no doubt in the world that she was loved so long as these two people were alive, and that this assurance was a large part of the quiet strength that she exuded. "Daddy? Mummy? Please meet my friend Kyle," she said at last. The two older people shook hands with Kyle and welcomed him into their home. Mrs. Caine insisted that her children and their guest remain for dinner. She ordered her son to call his wife and tell her to pack their daughter in the car and come over since dinner was nearly ready. Kyle found Margaret Caine and her daughter just as delightful as hers and all in all he was made to feel like a member of the family although he had known these people for only three hours. The undercurrent between Cyn and Mara was almost imperceptible and since he seemed to have been the only person to have noticed it, he convinced himself that he was imagining things. Soren and His Sisters Kyle felt so much at home that he decided that it would be appropriate to help Soren and Mara wash dishes while the rest of the family retired to the wrap-around verandah to sip steaming cups of Blue Mountain coffee. The siblings did not hear Kyle enter the room, but they heard him gasp at the sight of Mara on her knees sucking at her brother's dick with relish. Soren, his head thrown back in ecstasy, was telling her to stop, but Kyle got the distinct impression that his words meant nothing to either of them since his hand was pressing her head to his groin as he serviced her face. At the sound of the interruption, his new friend glanced at Kyle, an awful plea in his eyes. He put his hand out to stop Kyle from leaving, but he couldn't get the words out. Mara just turned her head to look at Kyle with a triumphant smile on her lips. She did not release her brother or stop what she was doing in any way. Kyle stepped out of the kitchen quickly and closed the door behind him, but not quickly enough to prevent himself from hearing Soren groan as he shot his load into his sister's face. He was blushing furiously. He was incredibly hard. He wanted to go home to New York. He was frightened. He was confused. He was aroused beyond belief and ashamed of himself because of that. It was like watching Cyn on her knees sucking Soren's cock, and he should have been disgusted by that, but seeing Mara and her brother together like that was the most erotic sight that he had ever seen and he couldn't decide if he wanted to throw up or fuck Cynthia within an inch of her life while Soren watched. He couldn't rejoin the rest of the family, so he just sat on the front step gazing at the sun as it sank on the horizon, trying to calm down and forget what he had just seen. He didn't have to wait for long because it took Soren only five minutes to come looking for him. The big man sat on the steps next to Kyle not saying a word, staring at the beautiful sunset as if it held the key to the mysteries of the universe. "Male bonding?" a cheerful voice startled the two silent men, causing them both to jump. Kyle giggled at his reaction and chided Cyn for nearly causing him to have a heart attack. "You've been gone for about half an hour so I came looking for you." "I'm kind of tired. Jet lag I guess. I didn't want to spoil things for you though." "I'm sorry, Sweetie! I'll tell Mummy that we have to go. Sor? You okay?" "I guess I'm a little tired too. Let's go home. I need to cool out for a little while." The big man got to his feet and turning to Kyle who was still sitting on the step, ostensibly offered his hand to help him up. Kyle knew what Soren was trying to communicate to him. He wanted to apologize and beg for Kyle's silence, if not his understanding. Kyle accepted his hand and found himself engulfed in a bear hug. "Wow!" Cyn said delightedly. "You two; I love you both, you know?" "I know," Kyle replied. *** Despite the hug the night before, Soren couldn't meet Kyle's eye the next day. He avoided him and Cyn like the plague. Cyn noticed that something was wrong and mentioned it quietly to Kyle. "Perhaps he's thinking about his wife," Kyle suggested. "Yes, that must be it. I have to go talk to him. His worrying will only upset Mags." "Let me talk to him. I remember what it was like when my sister was pregnant. I'll soon set him straight." "Thank you! You're the greatest, baby. What did I do to deserve you?" Cyn hugged him affectionately and planted a light kiss on the tip of his nose. *** "You're upsetting Cyn and you'll soon upset Margaret if you don't pull yourself together," Kyle hissed when he cornered the man in his study. Soren was just sitting there, his head in his hands. "I know how to keep secrets. I won't tell if that's what you're worried about!" Soren closed his eyes, as if trying to shut Kyle out. He sighed heavily and shook his head slightly, responding to an inner dialogue to which Kyle was not privy. "But Mara will if I don't keep doing this with her," he said at last. "What?" Kyle was shocked. The man looked wretchedly at Kyle and tried to speak. His voice cracked. "Don't you think I know what this would do to Mags if she found out? What it would do to Cyn? My parents? I have been trying to think of a way out of this for years but, I..." "Years?" Kyle interrupted him. "Are you kidding me?" "I've even fantasized about killing them but..." "Killing them?" Kyle interrupted again. "What do you mean killing them? Are you crazy? Wait, who is them? Savannah too?" "Yes." "Cyn?" "No! Never her," Soren was quick to reassure Kyle. "Does she know about this already? I noticed that there was a tension between her and Mara." "No, that was something else," Soren turned to look at Kyle speculatively for the first time since he entered the room. "Mara fucked Cyn's husband five years ago and let Cyn know about it. I hear she was mean. It nearly killed Cyn." "Cyn is married?" "Not anymore." "Was the guy's name Brian by any chance?" "Yes! Why? What's happening?" "Nothing; it was just something she said when I first met her. She hasn't spoken about him at all though." "I'm not surprised. He really hurt her." He paused, scrunched his dreadlocks up in his large hand and let them fall, framing his handsome face. "Don't let Mara do that to you," he warned Kyle. "She's going to want you just because you're Cyn's. She's always been like that. I saw the way she looked at you when she met you yesterday." Kyle was speechless. What the hell had he got himself into? Mara sounded like a madwoman. He did not like unpredictable people around him. They kept him on too high alert for comfort. "But if you knew that," he heard himself saying, "why did you get involved with her?" "I was drunk. I had just graduated med school and I had been drinking with my friends all night and I woke up in bed with her the next morning." He paused reluctantly, distaste on his face as he said the final words. "We were both naked. My cum was everywhere...And it was mine; I checked. I don't even know how I managed that." He paused again. "Have you any idea what people would have said if she told? It would have killed my parents. She promised she wouldn't tell. She said it didn't matter. She said that we were two mature people who could get past it. I believed her. Then she started coming to my room at night and at first I told her that I wasn't interested, but then she made it clear that she was, and she said that I had no choice. She showed me pictures of us, for Christssake! She said that Savannah took the pics and so I'd have to service her too. I left. I left Jamaica. I went to live in New York and they followed me there. I went to Atlanta and they followed me there too. Finally, I just came home. I got married but they wouldn't stop. They didn't move back to Jamaica, but they show up often. I just threw myself into my work to try to forget about it. I haven't had anything to drink from that night! I just go along with it to keep them quite. It's never more than a few days at a time." For all the good things that comprised his life, for all his accomplishments, Kyle didn't envy Soren Caine one iota. He seemed to remember reading Othello in his high school English class and being told that everyone has a fatal flaw; one that would eventually destroy him. For Soren it was that he had sampled forbidden fruit and now couldn't stop. Despite what he'd said, the man had dug himself in deep, even if he had simply tripped into the hole so many years earlier. Surely his family would have hushed up and forgiven one night of drunken incest; but they could do nothing about a son's relationship with two of his sisters that had gone on for several years. Kyle still wrestled with the thought that Cyn might be involved. It was driving him crazy. "I really need to know, Soren," he said staring hard into the other man's eyes. "Is Cyn involved in this?" "No she isn't. I swear it. She isn't like that. She and Mara are like night and day." "Look, forget about it," Soren continued after a few minutes silence. "It's not your problem. I'll sort it out." "How? You haven't done so in what, 12 years?" He got up to go; glancing at the broken man still seated at his desk. "Sor," he said. "I don't think that it would be a good idea to announce to your family that Margaret's pregnant." *** To a casual observer, the Caine siblings were just playfully boisterous. The inter-family football match was a walkover for them and their cousins, especially after Mara distracted Margaret's brothers and cousins with her sexy little cut-offs. Kyle wondered how her parents allowed her to wear something like that to a family event where there would be people of all ages there. She was an adult, yes, but her clothes were indecent and he thought that her mother might have objected if she had seen her before she left the house. "I know what you mean!" Kyle felt a friendly thump on his back that nearly caused him to spill his beer. "She's really something, isn't she? They all are!" The man who had come to sit with Kyle as they both ogled Mara was one of Margaret's cousins. Kyle couldn't remember his name, but they both chinked their beers in a conspiratorial salute. "You're a lucky man, Kyle," the man continued. "You got the best of them. There's something about Cynthia that the others don't have, not even Soren and I have liked him from the start when Mags brought him home." Kyle enjoyed himself chatting and laughing with three of Margaret's cousins for the rest of the afternoon, and it saddened him that the conversation lagged a little when Soren joined them. Somehow, the taint of the scandal surrounding him was apparent, even if no one actually knew about it. *** Soren took Kyle's advice and didn't mention anything about Margaret's pregnancy at the family breakfast. He saw when the couple argued about it in the study, and how Soren overruled his wife and quieted her puzzled disappointment. Cyn noticed the disagreement too and stuck by Margaret during the event, helping her manage the crowd and being her very best friend. Kyle saw, and was displeased by the fact, that Mara and Savannah had also witnessed the couple quarrelling, and that they seemed happy about their brother's marital tiff. That these two women could be so openly jealous of their brother's wife was sick, yet later when Kyle rushed into the pergola where the Caines kept a wet bar looking for extra ice he ended up with the mother of all hard-ons when he saw Mara standing behind a topless Savannah, fondling the woman's breasts while kissing and biting her neck and whispering into her ear. He watched Mara force Savannah's hands behind her back and hold them there so that she couldn't prevent her from peeling the sarong from her waist as well. Leaving her sister totally naked except for her sandals Mara caressed Savannah's cunt and from the movement of her arm and the twitching of Savannah's body, Kyle guessed that she was fucking her roughly with her fingers. Mara wasn't gentle with her sister and it reminded Kyle of what he had done to Cyn only the night before. The girl-on-girl action was hot to watch and he couldn't bring himself to look away. Savannah's moans were like jolts of electricity on Kyle's senses. It was all he could do not to groan aloud himself. He wanted to stop them but, at the same time, he didn't want them to stop. He wished that it was wholesome for this kind of beauty to occur in nature. How could it be wrong for two such beautiful women be together? He couldn't see it. For the life of him, he needed to fuck Cyn immediately to quench the boiling lava about to erupt from his loins. The thought of what she would surely think of him if he were to accost her now, erection in hand, embarrassed him. Yet Savannah's voluptuous form, her strong thighs that flared from a dancer's bottom, her flat stomach and big breasts with large, dark-chocolate areola were so like Cynthia's that he felt an urgent need to be with his girlfriend. Eventually, he turned reluctantly to check that no one was coming, only to find himself staring into Soren's smirk. It was a testament to how distracting the two women had been that Kyle hadn't heard him come up behind him. "Well, at least now you understand," the big man whispered. Kyle noticed that Soren could hardly walk away himself because of the tenting in his pants. He knew that he was the only thing standing in the way of Soren going to his sisters even though his wife and nearly 200 guests partied outside, only 50 metres away. Looking again at the two women who either did not know, or did not care that they were being watched, Kyle could understand how his new friend could have become addicted to these two women. They were incredibly sensual; he had to admit shamefully, far more so than Cyn. Kyle knew that a lot of it had to do with the taboo nature of their actions. He knew that neither he nor Soren could ask for this kind of role play without arousing suspicion; and most alarmingly he was sure now that Soren wanted Cyn too. There was no way that the man could have felt so powerfully about Mara and Savannah without feeling something for Cyn as well. That he had refrained so far from doing anything about his desire for Cyn was only a testament to the fact that he still had a thread of self-control. It was most likely, a very frayed thread though, and Kyle knew instinctively that he needed to get Cyn away from her brother's home before something irreparable happened between them. Just as surely as he knew that Mara and Savannah would have exposed the whole mess if they found out that Margaret was pregnant at last and so Soren and the entire family made happy by someone other than themselves, he knew that his presence would catalyse Soren's need to fuck Cyn since there was no doubt about the fact that he shared a bed with her every night. *** "What do you think about us finding a hotel in Negril or something? We could do that tomorrow," Kyle said as casually as he could that night as he watched Cyn rub lotion on her tired feet. The way that she caressed her legs sent the blood to his cock, but he had to fight down his impulses. He needed to persuade her to leave her brother's home without arousing her suspicion. "Why? Sor and Mags have promised to take us next week." "Hmmm. I just thought that it would be nice for us to go off by ourselves for a while." "That's so sweet, baby, but I can't. Sor is taking us to see our old principal tomorrow. I've already promised her that I'll come to see her." "Us?" "Yes, Sav and Mara and me. Please don't be upset, Kylie! We have all the time in the world to be together. I only see these people once in five years! I'll make up all the neglect when we get home next week." Kyle tried his best not to be distracted by her puppy dog pout and her cuddling and fondling of his rapidly-hardening cock and the scores of kisses that she was planting all over his body between her pleading in a cute little baby-girl voice; but he was not man enough for that. Instinctively he knew that Savannah and Mara used the same techniques to get what they wanted from the men in their lives. "May I come too?" he asked after they made torridly passionate love and were basking in post coital bliss. "Hmmm?" a drowsy Cyn replied. "I want to come with you to see your old teacher. I'm in love with you, Cyn. I don't want to let you out of my sight for even a minute." Cyn just sighed and drifted to sleep, a happy smile on her lips. *** The trip through the lush, green Jamaican countryside was interesting. Soren sped through little villages consisting of strings of houses and small shops stretched along the narrow roadways, children running along the grasses and bathing in the rivers, men playing dominoes outside bars, women confident of their sensuality going to work or to the street-side fruit stalls. The camaraderie in the vehicle belied the underlying turmoil of the occupants. The Caines all kept Kyle entertained by pointing out places of interest and telling him stories about their lives and the history of the country. Kyle found that he genuinely liked Mara and Savannah despite his hesitancy about becoming involved with them in any way. The two women were acerbic wits, perfect foils for the obviously kinder, gentler Soren and Cyn. Kyle found himself siding with them more times than he would have thought possible; especially when he realized that Cyn and Sor didn't take it personally when he did. Were he not so afraid of their destructive potential he would have regarded Mara and Savannah as friends. In fact, it flattered him when they complimented him for any reason and when Savannah introduced him to a man who accosted her at a petrol station, when they stopped for a restroom break, as her husband. He was happy that Cyn hadn't heard the exchange, but he kept telling himself that he was only flattered that Savannah had turned to him for protection when she needed it, rather than anything else. They left the main road and began to climb the steep mountainside and Kyle was gratified to feel a familiar hand slip into his. Cyn had turned to him for comfort because she was afraid of the heights. He knew that her participation in the trip was costing her more than she wanted to admit, but he knew also that she felt duty-bound to visit her old teacher and that she was focusing on just getting through the ordeal. He was happy that she had chosen to draw some strength from him. She was always so competent that he often forgot that she had several vulnerabilities as well. It surprised him however when he felt another hand reach for him. It hadn't occurred to him that Mara would also have been afraid of heights until he noticed how quiet she became and that she slumped down in the seat on his other side. Kyle cuddled Cyn, but squeezed Mara's hand and allowed her to cling to him. Savannah has no such fear and teased her sisters mercilessly, exhorting them to look at the sights. Kyle caught Soren's eyes in the rear view mirror and smiled. The big man smiled back and shook his head slightly. It was clear to Kyle that as much as his sisters were torturing the big man, he was amused by them and loved them dearly as a big brother. It was a complicated situation. They reached their destination after another hour of driving but it was well worth the effort. The hamlet in which they planned to have lunch sat in a grove above a cloud-covered valley. It was New York in the winter cold, and he was surprised to think that he was still in a tropical paradise. The visit with Principal Duke was very pleasant. The gracious old lady and her daughter, with whom she lived, kept their guests in stitches with her stories about the antics that the Caine children had got up to when they were in her charge. She was clearly very proud of the four of them, successful professionals all. She told Kyle that she wished that all of her students would have turned out like this family. Soren, Kyle noticed, had the grace to look doubtful. They visited with the old woman for a while and while Mrs. Duke went to supervise the final preparations for their lunch the Caines and Kyle explored her hamlet. It was similar to their Irish Town home, but it was clear that they all felt freer, so far away from home. Kyle and Cyn wondered off down a little lane to the left hand-in-hand on their way for a private snog. He found that he couldn't get enough of her here in this magical place. It occurred to him, only after he had committed himself to the stroll that it left Soren and the other two women alone. He shrugged his shoulders, and continued. He was not Soren's keeper. Despite this, he was afraid of what he would see when he returned; and so he made a point to announce their arrival beforehand when he and Cyn re-joined the group. There was nothing untoward to be seen on the surface, but the secret smiles of Cyn's three siblings suggested that there was a story best left untold there. It occurred to Kyle that Mara must have told Savannah that Kyle knew about her and Soren and so he was probably being seen as an accomplice keeping Cyn out of the way. He resented it because he suspected that Cyn would think this as well and be angry with him. He decided that he would have to put his foot down and get her away from her family. He knew that the incest would get out one day in this small, close-knit community and he wanted to be sure that she would not be implicated in any way. Soren and His Sisters *** Torrential rain that evening forced Mrs. Duke and her daughter to invite their guests to stay the night despite the fact that that wasn't part of the plan. Soren protested that he needed to get back home to his family, but relented under the teasing of Mara and Savannah that he sounded like a henpecked old man, and the reasonable arguments offered by the Dukes that he was likely to go over the precipice trying to get back that night. He accepted the hospitality of two bedrooms, one to be shared by his sisters and the other by Kyle and himself, and called his wife to explain the situation to her. Later that night Cyn surprised the two men by showing up in their room and offering to exchange with Soren. He seemed confused and frightened. Kyle was stunned. "I'm sure that Mara and Savannah won't mind," she said quietly. "What?" Soren and Kyle couldn't meet her eye and Kyle felt sorry for his friend when the embarrassing tenting in his jockeys confessed what he would never have been able to say verbally to his favourite sister. He left the room quickly without another word. "So you know," Kyle said after Soren left them alone. "Yes; and obviously so do you." "How long?" Kyle asked ignoring her accusing tone. "Since Christmas when he and Mags had that quarrel. You?" "Since the day we arrived. It was when I went to help with the dishes. I saw them." "I've been watching him, trying to see what's wrong," Cyn continued reflectively after a while. " I see how he looks at them sometimes. I see how they look at him all the time. It's like they want to eat him alive! It's the same way that Mara looked at my ex-husband, Brian," she paused. "It's the way she looks at you, Kyle." Kyle could see that the memory of Mara's relationship with her husband made Cyn furious. He stammered a denial that Mara was in any way interested in him. "Kyle, I'm not stupid. In fact, I'm quite the opposite. I can be surprisingly dangerous if I choose to be, but for the sake of my parents I did not give Mara what she deserved when she stepped into my marriage. Brian was a nice man but she ruined it for us!" Kyle wasn't sure how to respond to what Cyn was saying. He had never thought her unbalanced, but the echo of Soren saying that he had thought to kill his sisters, and seemingly meaning it, impressed itself on him uncomfortably. "Do you think that Soren really wants to stop what's happening with them?" Cyn asked after a while. "Y-yes! Yes, I think so. I think he's wanted to stop for a long time. He knows it's wrong." "So, they're blackmailing him? Brian tried to say that that's what Mara did to him. He said that the first time was a mistake. He said that he was drunk and he woke up and found her in bed with him. She had pictures. He said that she threatened to tell me if he stopped! Would you have believed a story like that?" Cyn sounded surprisingly angry. Kyle said nothing. He was frankly afraid to. Eventually, he hazarded a question: "If it upsets you so much why did you send him there to them tonight?" "I wanted to see if he would go. I had strong suspicions about what was going on, but the fact that he went to them without a peep told me everything that I needed to know for sure. It has to stop though. I'm not letting any of them hurt Maggie!" she said fiercely. "What are you going to do, Cynthia?" "I'm going to make sure that my sisters never touch my brother again after tonight." Kyle was not surprised that his libido dried up for the evening. Though both of them were awake, he and Cyn lay next to each other in the dark room, staring at the ceiling and thinking about the future. *** Cyn was not in bed next to him when Kyle awakened in the morning. Soren was already fully clothed and trying to move about the bedroom quietly. "Mrs. Duke," he whispered by way of explanation to Kyle's raised eyebrow. "The girls went out early this morning; all of them." He paused, obviously still wrestling with a decision. "Look, Kyle, I'm going to confess everything to Margaret when I go home. She's going to leave me but I can't go on like this. The law says that I get to see my children sometimes and that's the best I can hope for, I guess. I'm just sorry that you had to see this ugliness. I'm ashamed of myself. My sisters and I have behaved very badly. Please don't take it out on Cyn though. She's a good girl. She genuinely didn't know about it. I don't know when she found out, but I'm sure it hasn't been long." "She knew for sure when you accepted her invitation to swap rooms last night," Kyle deadpanned. Soren froze. He sank to the bed, clutching his mouth as if he wanted to throw up. "Look, she said that she's going to talk to them. She said that it's a scam. It was the exact story with her ex." "You told her?" "No, didn't have to. She told me what happened with him. It was the same story. God knows how many other men they've done this to..." "Wait! Cyn said that she was going to talk to them?" "Yeah; she said that they wouldn't bother you again." "Did she say where she was going?" Soren sounded frantic. '"No? Why? What's wrong? You said that you want to stop. She said that she could fix this.' "She won't talk to them!" "What do you mean?" "Has Cyn ever told you what she does for a living?" Kyle paused. He did not like how this conversation was going. He did not like anything about the Caine family now. They gave him the creeps. Cynthia had never discussed her work with him and now it seemed a sinister omission. "No, she never has. We have always had more interesting things to talk about than our work. What does that have to do with anything? What does she do for a living?" he asked a little hysterically. "Kill people?" he laughed trying to lighten the mood. Soren only stared at him. "This isn't funny Soren! What are you talking about? What will Cynthia do to Mara and Savannah? Last night she said that she could be dangerous but I didn't know how to take that!" Kyle's rant was interrupted by the sound of Soren's Prado rushing up the driveway. Cyn leapt out of the driver seat and sprinted toward the house calling for help. Not for the first time Kyle noticed how athletic and panther-like she was. There really was something about her. He should have realised what she was. "Help me! We've had an accident!" she screamed. Kyle's blood ran cold. Soren turned and sprinted down the stairs to go to her in the yard. Kyle knew that he would be hard-pressed to believe any story about an accident if Mara and Savannah were dead. He followed Soren down the stairs, reluctantly. Cyn was gesticulating wildly and pulling Soren toward his vehicle. She saw Kyle and ran toward him, clinging to him in a tight hug. He did not return the embrace and she stepped back and looked at him quizzically. As if reading his mind she looked toward the car and explained in a surprisingly calm voice that they needed to get Mara and Savannah to the hospital since they had broken a leg and an arm, respectively. Beyond the pain of those injuries they were unharmed. She was vague about what they were doing in order to sustain the injuries in the first place. Soren did not have the equipment in place in order to help his sisters himself and so after a hasty departure from the Dukes they rushed the two women to the hospital and called their parents to explain the mishap. Sitting in the hospital later Kyle asked Cyn for an explanation. She tried to be evasive but he would not allow it. "I work for Amblin Securities," he said softly. 'Who do you work for, Cyn?" She considered him gravely. "I'm a private contractor." "Ahh! Assassin?" "Nasty word." "You broke your sister's arm? Mara's leg?" "I warned them that if they ever touched Soren, or threatened Margaret again, that I'd break their backs, leave them in wheelchairs for life. They will not disturb him again. They and my parents will get over them breaking limbs while here on holiday." "I see." Kyle looked at the little woman who had first intrigued him by her smile. That friendly mask had hidden so much from him, a man trained to know these things that he could not just let her walk away from him; she was too good. "Cynthia-Anastasia Caine; will you marry me?" "I think so, Kyle Kantorowicz," Cyn said after a pause in which she flashed him that million-dollar smile. "I think you really are my type."