2 comments/ 40954 views/ 9 favorites A Forced Pairing Ch. 01 By: tultek These stories consider two "betrothed" 18-year-old young people. Baz is from one village, and Lynn is from another. They were "married" after meeting each other for about 5 minutes – and had no choice in the matter. After staying with Lynn's group/clan for two weeks, Baz' family group is headed back home when the story starts. _________________________ "Well, they're gone." Baz's voice was hard and mean, and he glared at Lynn through the first swirls of snow. The silence that gripped them both on the mountainside pass was deafening. Lynn just looked back at him with a worried expression – her blanch face showing just how lost, and for a moment how scared she was to be solely in his presence. All she had needed was to stop for a moment – to find a place to... relieve herself. She hadn't realized how long the trip was going to be. The Elk hunting grounds were a fantastically spread-out arrangement of huts and camps, but once you left their plethora of coves and covens you were on 'the path'. And 'the path' was unforgiving. Baz had told her not to go off of it, and to stay in the caravan proper. So when she'd simply opened her mouth for a moment... when the pressure from her loins had become unbearable...she thought he might understand. He hadn't. He'd erupted, as usual. The other men who'd passed by on their own horses with their own sleighs and packed belongings had laughed at them – laughed at her. And ground their disrespect into the leader's son's face at each slight of movement in their passing. She'd felt like she'd stabbed him or something. And he was so *angry* at her for what she had done. But what was she supposed to do? Wet herself? Now they had emerged back from the bush... and everyone else had disappeared. Not a trace of them, save for the many and sundry tracks that had been left. And the snow looked like it was beginning to fall. "Come on, get up on the horse. We've got to catch up. I can't believe you," he bristled at her. Lynn hugged the furs that Philo had given her for warmth around her, and stumbled towards the horse that she had been riding. She put one foot in the stirrup and lifted herself up. As she swung her other leg around, the stirrup supporting her leg broke. She yelped in surprise, and her free leg kicked the back of the horse by accident. The reeled back – dumping off its pack and kicking out its legs – and then it took off. Baz's eyes went huge – and he started to run after the horse. But it was already too late. It was gone. He sat there with his mouth slack for a moment – looking first at Lynn – then at their large pack of belongings which had fallen of the horse's back – then back at where the horse had gone. Then his hands went to his head. "How the FUCK did you manage THAT??!!!" he bellowed. Lynn burst into tears, covering her face and rolling over slightly in the snow. The snow that just then began to fall. Hard. "Oh my GOD! You are SO fucking USELESS!" he continued. "It wasn't my fault!" Lynn's whisper-thin, cracked and scared voice came out between sobs as she put her hands up to protect herself. "The stirrup... the stir--- it... it" Baz stomped towards her, his face beet red. But he turned at the last second and grabbed at their packs. Snow began to settle on his back as he yanked at the straps of hide that held it closed. Lynn sat there, looking incredulously at him for a moment. "What.... What are you doing?" She said in between soft cries. Was he going to dump her here? Leave her with a spot of food and just take a couple of things he could carry? Had he finally given up on her? "Just shut up." Baz fumed. "Shut up and sit still. At least then you won't screw anything up." He breathed deeply as he yanked out a large tarp and some weatherproof skins – then the starts of some very well-crafted modular sticks. "I... I'm sorry Baz..." she stammered. "Plea... Please don't... " "Don't what?" He yelped at her. The snow was falling really heavily now – right between them and some of it into their faces. "Everybody's gone, Lynn! We're not gonna catch up to them on foot." He swung his head around for a moment. "You've gotten us STUCK here. You wanna sleep in the snow? Fine. Sleep in the snow." He growled – loud enough for her to hear it. "I'm putting up a shelter." He took out his frustration in doing so. Lynn sat in the snow – scared. The shelter was small. Enough room for both of them – but not much more. And it was humid inside. But dry. And... warm. Baz went in first. Lynn stayed where she was – sitting in the snow and feeling terrible about what she had done. Hoping beyond hope that Philo or someone... anyone else... from the tribe would come back for them. But they hadn't. And they wouldn't. Finally Baz's voice came out of the shelter. Tired... and exasperated. But somehow inviting. Like he'd hit a limit at how long he was willing to let her sit in the cold and have him be inside where it was warm. "Get inside." He murmured roughly. Lynn moved... her muscles were stiff from sitting for so long, but she moved in through the opening. Barely had she come in before she quickly turned to take off her boots – she acted like she was on pins and needles. Moving like each little motion was working with priceless stained glass. She didn't want anything... ANYTHING... to upset Baz now. Baz was lying on one side of the little shelter. On his back with his eyes closed; he had his outer cloak and covering layer off, and his boots were shoved down near the entrance. The furs and layers of skins underneath made a very soft and supple, and comfortable bed for them to lie on. As well, the snow underneath somehow cradled them. Lynn made sure her own boots were out of the way and took off her own cloak and hat – and put them as close to the same position and orientation to Baz's as she could. Trying as hard as she could to be what she thought he would expect. Then she simply lay down beside him. "It's early. But we should sleep." Baz said. With this he turned away from her. Lynn couldn't tell if he had his eyes open or closed. But she immediately became more aware of the heat and humidity in the shelter. And the silence. She listened to Baz breathe. Then to herself. She altered her breathing pattern to match his. "Stop it." He said gruffly. Lynn smiled – a Cheshire smile like a laugh. Her cheeks hurt for a moment. She dared not let out a sound for fear of reprisal, but at the same time her mind was well awake; trying to find something to latch onto. She stared up at the top of the shelter – at the brown and green fabrics and skins held up by the specially crafted poles. She sighed softly. Then realized she was sweating a bit. Reaching up, she opened the top two buttons on her shirt, and opened it up. She had a tied bodice to secure her small breasts, and pulled at it slightly. It didn't help much. Her eyes rotated to look at the back of Baz's head. She whispered slightly to him. "Are you hot?" Baz abruptly sat up. He yanked at his shirt that was tucked into his pants and took it off. The huge strong muscles of his back were immediately visible as he lifted it over his head, and he threw the shirt towards the end of the shelter where the cloaks and boots were. Then he quickly lay back on his back. His pectorals surged – and the fullness of his biceps and arm muscles could finally be seen as he tried to relax. "Not now," he sighed. He still didn't look at her. But Lynn never stopped looking at him. Her breath fluttered a little as she watched his chest rise and fall; and saw his arm muscles contract and move as he lifted a hand to scratch his nose. She couldn't help it – but she imagined the last time his hand had held hers. How small her hand had seemed in them; and how strong his arm had seemed. Like a huge snake – powerful and full of danger. She realized she was blushing while looking at him – and glanced up to his eyes. He was looking at the ceiling. She slowly brought one hand up to her chest – to rest on her stomach. She felt her own tummy rise and fall with her breathing as she watched him. Finally his eyes rotated and looked at her. And he just stared for a moment. "Why do you do that?" He said. And for once his words were quiet. So quiet. Soft. It was like she'd never heard his voice before. Her breath caught because of it. "Do...do what?" she answered. A little too loudly. "Watch me." He said in the same voice. His chest rose and fell in an even way. His face was relaxed. Almost... blissful. Lynn went red in her face. Her stomach went full of butterflies. And for some reason, she could actually feel her nipples were reacting. Hardening. She turned quickly away – rolling to lie so her back was to him. "I'm sorry. I... I'm sorry." She sniffed. She had tried so hard. So hard to get it right. His hand came down on her hip. Large – open. Fingers splayed. But soft. He'd never, ever touched her there before. Lynn just stopped breathing. Her eyes were wide for a moment. "I'm sorry too," were his only words spoken in the same quiet, soft voice. And he just lay there – with one hand on her hip. The rest of his body a foot away from her not moving or pushing – or stroking. Lynn gulped as a whirlwind grew in her head. Her heart thudded against her chest – and the feeling she had thought about, the feeling about her hand being in his. It multiplied. It went exponential. All the sudden it flashed through her mind; him holding the rest of her, holding her close to him, possessing her with that strength and power that she had seen and felt. Not... just her hand. She squinted her eyes shut and burst forth a breath again. 'He apologized' it suddenly struck her. This alone was something that was fundamentally changed between them. A change... that she felt she could reciprocate. She rolled back onto her back. He moved his hand off of her as she did so. And she saw as she rolled back that he was looking keenly at her. Not with a smile or with a sneer or with a curious look, but with a strange mix of familiarity. With eyes that held a special kind of freedom in this small shelter in the middle of nowhere in a snowstorm; eyes that could be allowed to covet. She saw it. And for the merest of split seconds the expression in her eyes changed too. She coveted him back! It was all he needed. A flash – a sign, a spark! His lips went to hers and his hand went to her tummy; gently, unhindered, naturally and completely. The pressure on their lips was perfect, and Lynn drank in the taste of the softness of that part of his body. A part she'd only ever thought about once or twice. Never really thought hard about or fantasized over. At least in a way she could admit to herself. She lost herself in his kiss – and he in her. The rest of her body dissolved away and for a moment all she could feel was thunder in her ears, heat all over her body, and the softness of his lips as she kissed him. Then he pulled back to look at her for a moment. "Baz," she said softly, looking at him. Baz flushed a bit. He glanced down at her – noticing her pert small breasts were once again noted with taut nipples. Then his eyes came up to look at the lines of her chin. His hand stayed on her tummy, though. She put her own hand strongly over it. Baz 's face fell – like he was going to be shoved away. "Lynn... I...." She pushed his hand down, moving it firmly to her crotch area; letting him cup her mound. His eyes widened. With her other hand she snaked her fingers around his neck and pulled him down into another kiss. Opening her lips slightly, to let her tongue run just softly over his lips as she put pressure on both her hands. Pulling him down to her – and pushing his hand down more firmly onto her sex. Baz responded. Whether it was more with his mind or his body – he responded. He kissed her back, and let his hand be moved – cupping her vulva as she spread her legs slightly. Almost at once he used his strong stomach muscles to turn, sliding his knees out and around so that he could use his other hand. Lynn's hand came up – to touch Baz's naked and engorged muscles on his chest. For a moment they both felt the rush of heat. Not only their own, but from the humidity of the shelter. Both of their breathing suddenly increased in volume and intensity – they gulped in between kisses and they stared at each other in wonder. Both of them surprised beyond surprise at how they were both reacting. Lynn was shocked. At herself. At Baz. 'He 'wants' me? He really 'wants' me?' her mind stammered. But at the same time, she smiled and her breath came in short gasps as her fingers found Baz's own nipples on his large chest muscles – and felt him start to work away at the tight lynches of clothing around her waist. She pulled her hand up from over his to pull away at her shirt at bodice. It immediately gave her trouble. Baz started as well having trouble with her pants. He immediately seemed to get frustrated. For an instantaneous moment, Lynn was petrified. Had she done something wrong? Was she going to screw this up too? Was he going to erupt like it was all her fault and storm out of the shelter? Baz laughed, looking at her. Lynn almost burst into tears from relief. Instead, she laughed too – and stuck down her hands to help him for the merest of moments, untying a hidden clasp. It was all he needed, and soon he was shucking her pants down. There was a moment of shock for her as she realized he 'had' her. That she was 'letting' him do this. But it instantly went away as she grabbed at her own shirt – almost tearing it off herself. Baz's hand went back to the bare skin and light hair between Lynn's legs – and Lynn felt the hot warmth of his hand and the sudden intensity of her own wetness. He cupped her again strongly – one finger barely parting her lips and holding her sex, before he came forward to kiss her face again. Lynn pulled down her bodice – exposing her breasts that flattened against her body as she was lying on her back. Her nipples stuck out in taught tiny balls, and she sighed in a large heaving breath as Baz's fingers touched her, before his face and lips met her again. The heat in the shelter suddenly felt overwhelming – but she wanted it. Wanted it and him to envelop her! She gulped for breath and for his kisses as her soft skin yielded under his hands. One of Baz's hands had started working on his own pants. Lynn's fingers fumbled around – trying to find and help him. In effect, she was probably hindering the process. Realizing this after a moment – she simply put her hand back down on top of his and spread her legs a bit, before closing them onto his hand – grinding a bit as he cupped her firmly. She moaned slightly and kissed him again and again. Baz finally sprang free from his pants – and Lynn gasped. She couldn't really believe everything was happening. But her want – her need – was absolute now. And his eyes – he was looking at her with such desire. She looked down at his swollen hardness and reached out. Touching it – it felt strange for a moment; sliding the flatness of her hand along the top and feeling the utter and complete softness of the skin. Baz groaned as she did so, and came forward – kicking off the pants from his legs. Lynn sat up a bit – still with her legs open. Baz stopped cupping her and spread his index and middle fingers, working apart her outer lips before trailing up a finger into her wetness. Exploring her and finding the parts that made her shiver and moan the best. At the same time Lynn latched both of her hands first onto his sex – gripping softly and un-surely onto it, then stroking and probing with her hands. Both of their mouths and tongues continued to meet and kiss and suckle and intertwine as they explored each other for a moment. Baz's hardness was absolute – and he swelled in her hands, almost bursting. Lynn pulled him to her, on top of her. He moved quickly and put one hand first onto her side, then underneath between her and the furs on her lower back. Her legs spread widely, and he put his other hand around behind her neck. Both of his elbows supported his body, and he moved forward – feeling the head of his cock immediately probe against her hot wetness. He kissed her deeply and intensely, over and over and over again. "Oh gods Baz!" Lynn cried, shaking and wrapping her arms around him. Baz stopped, holding her tightly, drawing back his face to look at her; coveting her again with his eyes, and now completely with his body. Holding her finally as he knew he had wanted to – secretly in his heart. She breathed deeply and looked back at him with the same blissful release in her face. And he entered her – slowly and smoothly. Lynn sighed – closing her fluttering eyes and feeling the tiny little ridges inside of her, caress his overwhelming soft stiffness move into her. There was no pain – there was suddenly only him; the subtle rich and fullness of him being inside of her. Wrapped all around her like he would never let her go. Her legs gripped him, and she instinctively rocked the last bit of him inside of her – feeling his balls meet the area between her vagina and anus. Baz groaned, fully engorged, and leaned down to kiss her sweetly and softly on the cheek. Then he whispered to her into her ear. A secret he had been deathly afraid to tell even himself. "I love you." Lynn squinted her eyes shut again, a slight tear coming out of the edge of them as she held his chest and kissed him, sucking on his skin and holding him close. Baz began to softly stroke in and out. Barely moving but gyrating and rocking with his hips – leaving himself as much inside as possible. Grinding their pubic bones together and making sure to have contact where she would receive the most pleasure. Lynn rode the pleasure almost immediately over the edge. She had not expected to – but it had happened. She gasped as a sudden warmness erupted in her lower tummy and spread up into her chest. Baz's hand on her lower back – holding her so strongly and firmly as he thrust into her, filling her up, was just too much. And Baz felt it – felt her finish. His streams of hot cum flowed into her almost immediately, and he moaned softly into her ear. Both of them stopped for a second, breathing intensely hard. Lynn quietly sniffled, totally overwhelmed. Baz suddenly felt worried. "Did... did I hurt you?" He rose up his head with a look of concern. "No!" Lynn retorted immediately. "Nooo nooo....!" She kissed him again quickly, holding his head. "I... I just don't want it to stop...." She shut her eyes. Baz smiled. "Well.... I'm not tired." He whispered. He was still buried to the hilt in her, and just softening slightly. Lynn took a deep breath as he pulled back slightly. Baz saw this, and came up onto his hands. Lynn took an even larger breath – trying to get more air in the hot and humid space of the shelter. Then she looked down. Saw the two of them connected at the hips. Baz's hips wedged between her. He saw her looking. "What?" he said, cocking his head. "I... I just..." she blushed. Baz smiled at her as she looked up at him, then he looked down at them. Lynn's legs were still up in the air. He surged back a bit, slowly. This exposed his still-swollen member – engorged and half-stuck inside of her. He pumped it back into her. Lynn's heart fluttered. And the feeling inside of her – with the wetness and the warmth, after them both finishing, was incredible. "You like that?" Baz teased. He did it again, letting Lynn watch. Lynn coughed. "What?" Baz queried again. "We're all alone, Lynn. I'm all yours. You can do anything you want. All night." He chuckled, then paused. "Anything goes." Lynn shuddered inside. But it was an excited shudder. Baz came forward unexpectedly, and began to hold her again. A Forced Pairing Ch. 01 "But we can stop, too," he whispered. "You... get to decide." He gulped. "I...I don't want to. But we're doing this together... aren't we?" Lynn nodded quickly, with widened eyes. Then she pushed against him. "What? Want me off? "Turn us over." Lynn said softly, in a light and quiet voice. Baz smiled, and took her in his strong arms, rolling over so that they were on top. Lynn smiled down at him, and hugged him. "I.... want." She said. Baz's voice was soft and warm again. "I... want you." Lynn moved – sliding off of Baz and moving to his side. Baz suddenly looked perplexed, but only for a moment. Lynn smiled and rotated, moving her leg over his head and body, and lowering her still-wet crotch down towards his head. And lowering her own face towards his sex. "I want to try this.... Always have..." Lynn felt Baz's hands suddenly come to either side of her vagina, and spread her large lips slightly. Then the soft, strongness of his tongue touching her insides came – very, very slowly and tentatively. A strong quiver of amazing pleasure rocked through her body, and her head came down to bump against him for a moment – against his hip. She opened her eyes and his cock was right in her face. She cooed, and brought up her hand. Touching him, she looked at him for a moment, moving his sex in her hand and feeling it – exploring what it looked like and seemed to be. She thought for a moment that it had already been inside of her, not moments ago. And now... she was so curious. And so excited. She pursed her lips, and kissed the head. Baz's body twinged a bit at this. Lynn smiled. But at the same time, she could feel Baz working on her with his mouth. He sucked one of her large lips into his mouth, pulling softly onto it – then letting it go. Then he nuzzled his tongue into the rut between them, before finding the nub of pleasure at the top of her sex and licking along its shaft. Then he buried his tongue in her entrance – probing in and out of it. All the time his fingers helped along in touching and probing. Exploring and making her feel everything he wanted her to feel. She returned the favour – kissing and licking along the length of his shaft. And finally she decided she would try it – putting him in her mouth. It was difficult to get him in more than an inch, which surprised her. But she did it – twirling her tongue around the end for a moment. This made Baz stop what he was doing and moan. Lynn thrust him in and out over her lips once or twice more, then stopped and went back to kissing and licking. This was when Baz pulled himself up from under her – holding her where she was with his hands. Lynn stayed there. And he positioned himself behind her. She felt him run the head of his cock along her wetness as she knelt in front of him, facing away. Then he stuffed himself into her. Once again she felt him move inside. She looked back over her shoulder and saw him mount her. And he got up further – into a crouch on his feet. Totally bent down, almost like an animal. Holding her buttocks and breathing hard – he stared down at himself entering her. And he moaned, stroking in and out. Lynn just laid her head down on her arms, and dissolved into the feeling of having him take her. Having him love her like she wanted to be loved. Want her. Need her, even. In the tent they loved for hours. A Forced Pairing Ch. 02 The village never looked less inviting to me. Sitting there on the top of the hill on the horse, I almost wished we could turn around. Go find somewhere else to live. But even thinking that started a fiery refusal in me. Sure... Lynn and I... we'd... done what we'd done. Been together. But, what did that mean? I looked down at the back of her head, as she was seated in front of me on the horse, finding I was frowning. It almost felt comfortable on my face to frown at her again, after the previous night lost in the snow storm. Lost. That's how I'd felt. Lost in a world in which I'd just let myself... go. But I looked back up to the village and it came back to me that it wasn't reality. It wasn't the familiar, the real. I wanted to feel the comfortable distaste inside me that had been ingrown all along for outsiders. For Lynn's... kind. I gripped Lynn's side, and she turned back to look at me. She was smiling. It startled me – made me feel like I'd just insulted her by having a frown on my face. Insulted myself. Deeply. Why was she smiling? My mind whirled on the question and I gritted my teeth, almost to a snarl – I didn't like feeling like that. And she needed to wipe the smile off her face. Everyone would know. And then... I kicked the horse forward – holding Lynn a bit more roughly. She turned and moved away from my hands a little bit, but I pulled her back against me. I could almost feel her smile fade from her – even though I didn't see her face. 'Better', I thought, sniffing gruffly. 'I'm not gonna have either of us look like love-struck weaklings...' We came down the hill into the village rather quickly – and I could already see my father coming out to meet us as part of a group. He looked totally unconcerned about our absence and lateness. But he also seemed to be looking more at Lynn than he was at me. I suddenly was very worried that she had some kind of look on her face – something so completely revealing that... that I wouldn't know how to handle. Like all the other times with her around. She just wasn't... right. I could already feel my anxiety building to a boil. "Figured you two got stuck in that mess", Gren called out as we approached – still looking at Lynn. She didn't answer. I had half expected her to call out to him. "Oh! Yes! We had great fun!" . In fact – I almost heard her say those words in my head. But after a moment the silence came to roost – and I realized that no-one had answered my father. "Yes." Was all I could muster, I threw some of my frustration and exasperation behind it – directed at the back of Lynn's head. Then I swung myself off the horse. Lynn was looking at me – and her eyes were slightly wet, with her cheeks rosy from the cold and her face suddenly so different. The smile was completely gone. Changed. I'd wiped it off of her, all right. Gren was still looking at her. I frowned and walked up to my father, getting in between them to get his eyes to come to me as I led the horse. His eyes broke contact with her and he looked at me, with almost a curious expression. "Well, I wasn't worried," he said, in his large and friendly voice – but then he looked me over, and into my face. For a moment. Two. And then the corner of his mouth went up a tweak. A flash in his eyes as he looked at me. He stood up to full height and looked down – seemingly relieved. I could almost feel a sighing breath come out of him in the small space between us. In that instant I hated it all. Hated him. Hated Lynn. Hated how I'd managed to let myself get into a situation where everyone would know everything about me. About how I felt, about what I knew. What mistakes I'd made that I'd had to tell or show anyone... everyone... about. I hated myself in that breath that he let out between us. The breath that said "I know." "Fine." Is all I said – a word bubbling up from me as I knew my face was hot. The others with my father might not know it right away – but sooner or later they all would. I pushed through them all, not really seeing them now. Not caring what they wanted, what they offered in greeting, or really even what they thought. I just wanted... out. Away from this carnage in my mind. I pulled Lynn along on the horse like a death weight. We got back to our hut, where I was surprised to find my mother Miki was waiting. It was later in the day than I'd expected, and she'd prepared some food for us. Normally I would have let Lynn just get down on her own – after all, it was her fault she was here, and she had to manage on her own. Just like anyone else. But... the stirrup was broken. And for some reason I just did it. I wasn't thinking. I gently lifted and lightly put Lynn down on the ground without really looking at her. Turning, I immediately noticed Miki was gawking at us. Like I'd just lost my head or something. Noting my mother staring at me, I didn't want her to get the wrong idea – so I immediately let go of my wife and grunted at her. "Get the packs inside. Clean up." Lynn's face as she looked back at me was her normal one – mildly frightened. As if she didn't know what I was going to do, or how I was going to treat her. The first flash of feeling I got from this was through my eyes – from this look; a feeling of comfortable familiarity. That somehow I'd been able to right things. After some kind of insanity that had taken me in the storm. Youthful impetuousness. That it was going to be all right, and that somehow we'd finished whatever it was that we'd... done. The next feeling I had came up from inside of me. One that stuck in my heart and throat and made my head spin. Took my breath. It was shame. Deep shame! I don't think Lynn saw it or felt it – she moved quickly to the back of the horse. But my mother, I'm sure. She knew me. Her son. She could probably see in the instant I looked down to the ground after I... ordered... Lynn. And the hammer that hit my Adam's apple down into my chest. My anger failed me. My frustration and exasperation that I drew on to overcome the feeling failed me. I was at Lynn's mercy. At the mercy of what we'd... felt. What we'd shared. What the truth was. Miki hardly said a word to me – she seemed to be ashamed of me as well – almost transitively. It was if she didn't need to say anything. She saw my reaction, and it was as if I'd broken something at home when I was a kid, or killed my dad's favourite hunting dog by accident. But inside me, it was a hundred times worse. She knew what I was feeling and that it was enough. She left with a casual goodbye to Lynn, and I went inside. I sat down, and put my head in my hands. Trying to make the feeling stop. I could hear Lynn dragging a pack from the horse to the side of the hut for a moment, and I knelt down and started a fire in the small fire pit. I took my frustration out on that – while my mind somehow whirled through what to do next. How to act or talk to her now. Something was going to have to be different. She was going to expect something. I was going to expect something. Or she was going to assume I was going to expect something from her. But then I thought – shouldn't she? What do I feel? I had a stronger fire than necessary going before I stopped thinking about other things enough to stop it. And that was when Lynn came in – a little surprised at the size of the flames. She shrank back a bit towards the door – and her white skin reflected quite a lot against the firelight. Her eyes were glassy and she didn't say anything – she just blinked at me. "Did you get everything?" I growled. "Yes." she said in a quiet voice. Then she turned away and went to around the other side of the fire pit. And she sat down – looking through the flames at me. I looked back at her. And I felt myself melting. From the heat and from her look. I felt a rush of anger – then a rush of shame again. Then I felt like I'd made a mistake - the night before. A big mistake. Like I'd let some animal hunt me, instead of me hunting it. "Baz", she said. Then she wet her lips, a dart of her tongue; she looked so nervous. My chest and heart fluttered at her voice saying my name. I tried not to show it – so I looked at the fire. And didn't answer. We sat there for about a minute, with her looking at me and me looking at the fire. It settled in me that I was actually afraid of what she was going to say. "What... do you want... me... to be?" She sounded plaintive, almost shrill. I felt the rumblings of my frustration with her again. With the situation. But her words made me look at her – and as I did it all washed away. I felt myself talking. Talking in a way I'd talked the night before. A way that just felt... natural. Proper. Relaxed, somehow. "I don't know," is all I said. She looked down at the floor. Then murmured "I'm confused." I got up and moved away from the fire. I sat on the edge of the bed and sighed. And I apologized – felt the words come out rather than had them form in my head first. "I'm sorry. I.. don't know what to do." I tried to sound gruff but it came out as what I think sounded scared. She was quiet. But within a moment she was there. Standing next to me. She just looked forlorn. "Do you still... want me?" she asked. It was the most frightened I'd ever heard her – since the first moment I'd seen her. The most petrified. The most alone. It hurt my ears. "Yes." I said immediately. Loudly. Up from my heart. Like before – not formed in my head. The surge from my chest even made me stand – up from the edge of the bed to look down on her. "Yes" I repeated – glaring and with a frown. She looked up at me – still with the same expression. And I let go again. Let it wash over me. What... what was the point? I closed my eyes and my face slackened. "Yes", I said a third time. My voice was different. Soft. Warm. I felt her hands go to my waist – to my belt. The small, thin fingers moving up softly and surely over and around its rim as I stood there in front of her, at a loss. She hooked the fingertips over its edge – and I felt her nails just touch the skin of my abdomen. I shivered and opened my eyes. Her face was changed so subtly. It was like she'd found some hidden treasure in the blackness of muck. And I wanted her to have it. Whatever she needed. Whatever she wanted. I wanted to give it to her. A hint of knowingness in her eyes. A sense of kinship – in that we were lost in this mess together. She pulled me closer with her hands, hanging onto my belt. My head came down and I put my lips on hers again; feeling her cool skin, almost thinking that I was embracing her clean whiteness. To me, somehow, her perfection. Her skin was slightly moist, as if she's been sniffling or crying. And I opened my mouth against hers – letting my tongue move into her mouth gently. She sighed into me, closing her eyes and relaxing. As if a tremendous weight had been lifted. And she brought her lips down onto my tongue – sucking gently onto it, before releasing and opening her mouth wider to grasp at more of mine. We kissed again like that, and then she stopped, pulling me tight to her. Her fingers were in my belt still, against my skin – and I breathed out to put the warmth of my belly against her hands. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I'm not better," she whispered. "I don't know what to do." I embraced her. And I felt the truth coming out. A shaking in my heart. "I... don't know either. I... feel... ", I started. I was trying. Trying hard. "It's.. it's got to change." She shoved her face into my chest. "You want me to leave." "No." I said firmly. And I reached up and took her head, gently tilting it back to look at her. "I want you to stay. I... I want 'us'," I said strongly, and I pulled her face to mine again, kissing her mouth and sucking at her lips. She returned the motions, moving her hands to my sides and gripping my muscles there strongly. She whimpered and her soft cheeks reddened in my grip, as I forced down on her the feelings inside of me. The ones that I knew now were the true reality. The real thing that was 'me'. I broke off the kiss and nuzzled her cheek, while she gripped my back and shuddered breath. "I... need to change...," I started. It was so hard to admit it to anyone. But to her... "I need your help." She pulled out my shirt from my pants, and immediately pushed her hands up onto my chest. I could feel her now-warm fingertips touch my pecs and my hardening nipples, and I knew that I needed to prove to her – to myself. That here, in this place, that it was right. That it was real. This wasn't just a flight of fancy on a mountainside in the craziness of a snow storm. This wasn't me trying to make amends for a mistake. This was me, opening her dress up, grasping over her clothes at her breasts; already thinking about how they looked naked. How they felt with my mouth on them. And it was her – hungrily feeling my chest muscles and pushing up my own shirt. I helped her and she helped me. And in half-lidded passionate steps we both had our top halves off, and grappled each other. I just held her for a moment, at the side of the bed. She shivered slightly, then looked up at me – her small body mashed up against mine as I felt the heat from her chest match the heat from my body. The nubs of her nipples pressing against me and exciting me already. "I... want to be... for you." She whispered. I pulled her back with me, and we flopped backwards onto the bed. The fire in the fire pit had warmed the room somewhat, but the top sheets were still a bit cold on my back. Lynn came forward onto me and put her hands on my upper arm muscles, while I moved my hands onto her breasts, which hung down slightly in the position she was in. She started to kiss my chin, neck, and then my chest. Lingering over the chest muscles and kissing softly. Then she moved her hands down to my pants. I kept my hands on her breasts – parting two of my fingers to take her nipple between them. Not to pinch, but to make her breast feel fully engulfed. She sighed and continued to kiss down my body while she opened my pants. I felt the kiss of the air against my hardening member as she freed me. Then she stood up, looking down on me. And I up at her. She smiled – almost shyly. But with a confidence in how we were acting that gave me pride. She grabbed one of my boots and took it off – then the other. I watched her smaller breasts jiggle and sway as she did these actions, and my swelling erection throbbed at the sight. I just watched her for a moment, as she took down my pants while she stood at the side of the bed, topless. Finally, she had my clothing off, and I lay there. She stood, admiring me in my nudity – and I felt for once a little modest. There hadn't been much room in the shelter-tent on the mountainside, nor much light. Here, we could see. I relished in every inch I could see of her. And she looked very, very excited looking at me. She shoved her pants down – revealing the light covering of hair between her legs, and her slender waist and thighs. I watched for a moment as she took them off – but then slid to the edge of the bed and sat up. Right next to her. She looked a little confused for a moment, when she stood up fully naked. As if she was expecting me to stay on the bed and lie down. I reached around her with my strong arm and pulled her closer. My head was at her breast height, and I led her right breast directly towards my face. I kissed the nipple once, and she put her hands softly around my shoulders, fingers going through my hair as she sighed at the touch. Then my left hand slid to her side, moving down the outside of her thigh before getting a grip, and pulling the leg up. She almost fell over, and looked at me a bit perplexed. "Put your foot on the edge of the bed." I whispered with a grin. She smiled a little curiously, then did so, so she was standing on one leg with the other bent – foot up on the bed. This opened her crotch right in front of me. I came forward with my face and kissed her breasts – licking and sucking each nipple in turn. Her hands went to my hair again and she cooed, holding my head softly as I ministered to her feminine bulbs. Then I used my hands. I moved my right hand to her opening – spread out by having one foot up on the bed right in front of me. And my fingers met her wetness and slid down the outside of it. I kissed again, then pulled back to look at what I was doing. To see her and see what she looked like. She was very pink on her outer lips – a stark contrast to her white skin. And there was redness near her vaginal opening. My fingers were darker against the plush rouge, and I massaged in some of her natural lubricant before I let my fingers go into soft circles around the nub at the top of her vulva. I leaned forward and opened my mouth wide – taking in as much of a breast as I could, and sucking gently on it; lapping back and forth with my tongue while my fingers played and rubbed and went in little circles. Lynn's legs began to buckle a bit – in response to the pleasure that she was feeling. So I stopped with my hand and started to stand, moving up to kiss her face and sit her down on the side of the bed. The heat in the room was gradually coming up from the fire, which I was thankful for. So I pushed her back on the bed with a smile. Her breathing was getting more deep and intense, and I took one of her legs in each hand and spread them, getting a very good look at her finally. I then used my right hand to part her large lips, and dipped down with my face – laying the flatness of my tongue against her wetness in its entirety. I lapped upwards, a firm but not hard stroke, ending in the tip of my tongue trailing on the nub of her clit. One of my fingers I put inside of her – stroking in and out twice, before I turned my palm upwards and curled the finger to massage the inner wall of her vagina. She shuddered and put a hand up to her face – breath suddenly catching and the other hand coming to my head to stop me for a second. She came. I heard her breath shake her back and forth. But I wasn't half finished with what I wanted. I licked around the edges of her clitoris, then made a kissing purse with my lips and sucked on the lips around it, using her own flesh to massage her most sensitive spot. A second finger went into her, beside the first one – once again moving in and out – then gradually turning up to gently rub the inside of the front wall. Lynn took another tiny wisp of intake of breath, and her body shook. I felt more pride, at knowing she was feeling so good. And she held my head steady – more strongly than the first time she'd come. I moved my face up and she started to sit up, so I shrank back for a moment. She shifted to the edge of the bed and took my cock in her hands. I was only half-erect, after spending so much energy and attention on her. She felt me – looking at my penis and feeling its weight and volume. She was still breathing so hard from her orgasms, that she had to wait a second before she licked the head of it. I just put my hands on my hips, and watched her. She looked wanton. After another breath, she pursed her lips more tightly than usual, then pushed the head of my cock into her mouth through it – as if she was offering some resistance to the hot, wet warmth. I slid about an inch and a half into her mouth, and she still applied sucking pressure. Then she reached out and grabbed my hands that were on my hips. Pressing down on them hard – gripping them. Then she started to bob her head. Bobbing the end of my cock, the most sensitive areas, in and out of her mouth; making small, sucking sounds as she did so. I watched her, looking down as my cock steadily pumped into her face and she gripped my waist – pulling me in and pushing me out as she wished; her tongue flicking over the head. I felt a pressure building up in my loins, and I squinted. I could feel the tension and extreme tightness in my balls start to come up. That's when she touched my balls – weighing them in one hand while lathering the underside of the head of my cock with her tongue. A Forced Pairing Ch. 02 I lost it – a stream of cum shot out of me. One I could feel all along the length of my shaft as it flew into her mouth. Then another, and another. Lynn looked shocked for a moment, then moaned as she swallowed once, and hungrily kept her mouth in place, massaging gently with her fingers on my balls. I shot a few more time, and she swallowed again and again. Then she started licking and kissing and sucking. And panting. As I was panting. I started pressing towards her, and she shifted back on the bed, looking up at me with total abandon. Complete trust. As I was looking at her. I came forward onto the bed, on my knees as she moved backwards, her legs spread. I could very easily see that she was wet still. I grabbed her leg – straightening it. Then I straddled that leg while I turned her on her side a quarter turn. The upper leg I folded back. She cooed with interest at this position, and put her hands down to touch my still-smouldering hardness. "I want you like this.... First." I said – a lingering tone that I had much energy to share. She looked at me, breathing hard and nodding... and her chest flushed with redness of our combined heat. Then she moved the head of my cock against her wet opening. I watched as she slid it up and down, closing her eyes and exhaling at the feeling of having me probe there with my smooth rod. I moved my hands down as well – spreading her large lips and feeling the tiny ridge around her opening. Then she placed the head of my cock at her entranced, and I popped the head inside. I gripped the round cheek of her buttocks with my right hand, and continued to finger her with my left gently, as I slid inside of her. I could feel the tightness from both side as her cunt grasped onto me – holding on and wanting more of me. I could also feel the void of the rest of her ahead of my cock-head. The part I wanted to surge into. But I didn't. I popped the head back out again. Lynn winced, shivering. Then I pressed in again. A bit deeper. I felt her entrance 'kiss' the head of my cock – and watched it too as her upper leg was up in the air. And I repeated this again. Gradually and more slowly – popping the wet round sensuous head of my cock into and out of her. Lynn's fingers came down and she felt where we merged – felt me going into her. Spread two fingers around me and groaned at having me where she wanted. I pushed fully into her – all the way. Lynn's upper hand came up and she gripped her own breast, holding it. This excited me and I pumped into and out of her, looking down as her plump but small ass shook a bit from my motions. Then I held her upper leg steady. And started to work. To piston! To hold her upper leg and feel each inch of every thrust, to feel the head of me probing deep inside of her, and the shaft set against her wet lips. At one point she held her lips around me as I went in and out. And I held on, held on for longer than we had together so far; varying my speed and movement, and my penetration level. But I couldn't hold back my want. My need to feel the connection with her. That the pleasure we were sharing was complete. Was 'our' pleasure. Not just me and not just her. She came again, moaning into the pillows, and then I did. Buried deep in her my cum splashed against her insides. I slipped a hand down and held her rump, focusing on the pulsations of my sex within hers. After a bare moment I moved, putting her leg down and rotating around her to lie behind. And I slid my lower arm under her neck and over her upper breast, followed by my upper arm over her top and gripping her lower breast. Her legs closed tightly to make sure I didn't slip out of her. And she moaned softly as we lay snugly fit together. "Baz.....", she whispered. "Lynn... my love..." I whispered back. "This is real. This is what I feel..." Her hands clutched mine, over her breasts. "Mmmmmmmmm......" she sighed. A Forced Pairing Ch. 03 The scar really scared me. It was on her face – from the bottom of her ear out onto her cheek. A deep cut – almost like somebody had done it slowly. Wounding her and making a point of it, like they'd marked her. Amanna's face was a mask of set stone, as she sat on the horse, riding into our village. My sister. Wearing tattered clothes that still had stains of blood and grime on them. She… and her companions and the escort from our own village that accompanied them back from the far side of the plains – they all simply reeked of black smoke; and some kind of death smell. Perhaps it was of burnt flesh. I searched her face, but she seemed to refuse to look at me. Then I felt Lynn's hands go around my waist. That shocked me. Lynn had never really touched me in public like that – in front of the tribe. But then again, we'd never witnessed an event like this. The homecoming of a defeated sector of our brethren. Somehow out of instinct I put my arms around her for a moment, unconsciously going into our own private world. Our secret place, the one I still wasn't comfortable handling outside our hut; outside our bed sometimes. But Lynn wasn't looking at me. She was looking at Amanna. And her face was parched. She was scared – and for once it wasn't at me. I felt a strong urge, a strong, powerful angry feeling of protection, for Lynn. And then I looked at my sister. And felt violation there. Like nobody had a right to do *that*… to my family. To me. To anybody I cared about. Amanna glanced at me. At once the stone moved. Her eyes were wet and she drank me in for a moment. As if she was a dying flower in a wasteland and had felt a drip of water drop into her petals. She saw Lynn half-embraced in my arms... and I could somehow see Amanna swallow. As if she was disappointed. Then she closed her eyes. Giving up. I pushed Lynn away… gently. And moved towards my sister. It hurt – just a bit – to move Lynn like that. But I suddenly felt like I didn't care. I needed to show my sister I was there. That I still cared. I still held our secret. And I still knew what was in her heart. Her marriage and leaving of our clan, to become part of the Atanray clan, had been full of pomp and circumstance. Pageantry, a full marriage ceremony. And much, much eating and drinking. Then they'd simply left with her; and with a treaty. I'd lost my sister. Everyone had seemed to be so happy about the whole thing. Like it was a fantastic event – the culmination of her life or something. I had sat there, years younger, and hated it all. Hated every moment of it. And yearned for each last second I got to see her – touch her. Each intimate physical and mental breath we had shared and explored and learned together. They had all stopped – abruptly. Abandoned for something…. better? I reached up to get Amanna down from her horse, and she opened her eyes again, seemingly amazed to see me there now. She quickly looked over at Lynn, then back at me. Then a questioning look came into her green eyes. It was as if I was looking back into my own face. The "what is she?", "what could she possibly mean to you?" And the "I don't understand" flooding over her. I just tried to smile. To ram through it like a bull, and pull her forward to me. She came easily, her face coming forward to my neck – and her soft breath exhaling. Into my ear. I shivered as I pulled her the rest of the way down. "Baz…" she said in a whisper. Then her arms came up, gripping the front of my cloak. I brought my own arms around her, to hold her. I left the rest of the world a million miles away… Lynn, my parents, the rest of the returning party, everyone. "Amanna, I…" I started, more loudly. She started to cry, softly. Clutching herself to me. "Baz… they killed him. They killed…." "I know." I said strongly. Loudly to stop her. This wasn't the place. This wasn't the time for her to lose it completely. And if she did it now, here, I didn't think I would be able to hold it together myself. She kept crying. "They killed them all…" she continued to whimper. "Right in front of me." I held her, rocking slightly. "It's over now." ***** Amanna was to stay at my mother and father's hut – but she refused. During dinner at my parent's abode, she simply said she would stay with me and Lynn. Point blank. Then it was absolutely quiet around the evening meal. There was no further discussion. That was just… it. I said nothing. Lynn, of course, just looked at me. I think she gulped for a moment, wondering about our… activities… and how this would change things; and how long my sister would be there. But she certainly wasn't going to object or speak at the mealtime. She just took on a nervous air and looked a bit scared and uncomfortable. I didn't pay much attention. It seemed irritating that she couldn't handle yet another small issue. My father and mother kept fawning over Amanna, and asking too many questions about the raid that had destroyed her village. Killed her husband and most of the other men; lots of the women, even some of the children. My mother looked very very uncomfortable. "Rey, uh.. are.. were… did they…the attackers, that is. Did..they.. um…" Amanna shook her head slowly, and put her hand up to her scarred face. "No… I… fought back. After that… they were too… afraid to." Miki nodded, then just looked at the floor. Gren sighed. Then he got up and moved off to the other room of the hut. I put my arm around Amanna and she came close to me. After a moment she looked into my face, just staring into my eyes, and I could hear my father crying softly in relief in the next room. Lynn just uncomfortably shifted, and stared at the floor, slightly blushing. "You're an outclan." Amanna suddenly said. She was looking at me, but speaking to Lynn. Lynn didn't move. She just sat there. I gritted my teeth and I could feel my face getting hot. Amanna still stared at me and continued talking softly. "How did you come to my brother?" I had to answer – say the truth, or a version of it that would somehow make sense to somebody who hadn't been in the village to see all the mixed-up craziness I had wrought on everyone. Lynn wouldn't know what to say, and now, after what had started between myself and my… wife… I owed her the pain of my honesty. "I took her." I said it almost with a grunt. With a hardness to my voice – one that called back the old bravado and frustration with which I'd done the original action. But in saying it I had to pull my eyes away from my sister – casting them out into the room. It was like cutting into the rest of her face – cutting into something I'd shared the deepest parts of my innocence with. An innocence I'd lost with her, and abandoned in sadness and frustrated depression after she'd left. I was doubly cursed. By looking out into the room I had nowhere to put my eyes but onto Lynn. And she gazed back at me, with that same wonder and surprise on her face I had seen the first time I'd revealed myself to her. "I wanted her", I continued. This time my voice was more even and level, and it caught a bit, and I swallowed in the middle of the statement. With my eyes, I stared into Lynn's – and I could tell Amanna's were boring into me, searching for some kind of hint as to what had gone on in her absence. Lynn's face changed a bit. Softened. I could tell she was thinking about the newness to us; the closeness and the comfort. The change in how we wanted to be together now. "I love her" I finished, in a warm, low, and gentle voice. Amanna closed her eyes and nuzzled up against my chest, holding herself to me. ***** I led the horse, back to our hut. The two young women sat upon it, with Lynn in the front, and Amanna behind her. I walked slowly, and it wasn't that far to go, but it was late and dark. The rest of the clan villagers were either bedding down or covering their fires. Some noticed us moving along and greeted us, with the nosiest staring at Amanna's scar. But others simply nodded at me and continued with their own families. As I walked I wondered what was to happen when we returned to the hut. How we were to… configure… things. I blushed a bit, uncontrollably. I knew what I wanted. To comfort Amanna and have it be like it used to be. To make Lynn understand how me and my sister… were. Had been. To explain it all. To bring us all together and have it all be all right. I let out a shuddering breath as I walked along, staring at the ground and remembering…. ***** It had been warm. Sunny – the bright light shining through the sparse leaves of the trees. I'd walked for a while – knew were I was going. Tried to fool myself into thinking I was just walking. But I knew why in the back of my mind. I was getting away from everyone else, getting away from prying eyes. Even though my fifteen year old body was growing in ways I couldn't really see everyday, it was growing. Changing and making me feel different. The pond had appeared before me, and the thicket of sheltered bushes near it. In that silent place I thought you could hear for miles, if anyone was approaching. I had gone over to the little patch of grass, clipped short by the deer or other forest creatures at night, and sat down, taking off my boots, my light cape, and relishing in the warmth of the sun on my body. Nobody would find me here. This was my private place, my solace from the world. Nobody knew about it. I'd closed my eyes and enjoyed the silence. But the back of my mind kept telling me what I was here for; kept telling me that this was the time. That I'd been thinking about it for a while and the heat had become unbearable in my mind. Instead of pushing it away this time, I let myself think about it as I laid back. Let myself wonder about it. What it would feel like to touch naked breasts. What the nipples would feel like to my fingers. Would they be taught and hard, like dried apricots, or soft and supple? Would they feel like bags of water? I imagined they would. I imagined a nipple in my mouth, my tongue laid flat upon it. A woman… with her arms up over her head and a smile on her face as I ravished her breast with my face. My breathing had quickened as I imagined feeling my palm softly cup a breast, and feel its light yet full weight in my hand as I feel it and playfully bounce it. Now I knew I was hardening in my pants – my cock growing in size as I wanted it to. Like I was proud that I knew it would. I felt like a man now, at how it was getting larger. With my eyes still closed, I smiled as I felt my face redden and my hands moved to the ties at my waist to loosen the pants. The sun came down on me and I continued to imagine. I'd imagined seeing her ass; her lovely ass. Realized it was… my sister's ass. When I'd seen it that one time, not six months before when she was changing. When she hadn't known I was there… yet. She'd turned around after putting on the gown, and not even blushed. She'd just smiled at me, and come over and hugged me tightly. I'd let that memory linger… my sister's round ass… and my hand exploring its softness, moving over it and down to the keyhole crack at the back. My pants had been shoved down to my knees by this time, and my hand had come up quickly to lie on top of my throbbing member, as the sun came down and warmed me. I'd surged under my own touches, the head of my cock turning slightly purplish red as I moved the foreskin over it and felt the pleasure as I'd done so. I'd started to breathe more loudly, lying in my little haven. And my fantasy had started to deepen. I'd let the old memory grow beyond what had actually happened. To her kissing me, to her telling me that I was her brother and that she loved me, and that I was more important to her. That my needs… I could take from her… what I needed. And in my mind I started to. One of my hands had gone over her light gown and onto her round breast, touching and feeling what I thought she would feel like, while I'd kissed her lips and smelled her. Breathed in her as she'd sighed in my arms, as though she'd been waiting forever for me to love her in the way I was loving her. I had wrapped my hand around my stiff member, to a point where I was just barely sliding it – gripping with almost enough pressure to cause a slight amount of friction as I rubbed. And the fluttering feelings went up and down my body as my mouth became wet and my back arched a bit. Still the sun came down at me. And I opened my eyes a little bit to look at my hardness being stroked in my hand. Nothing could have prepared me for Amanna softly smiling at me, from only five meters away. I reacted instantaneously, bringing up my legs and grasping at my pants – my face exploding in a red blast of heat as I rolled backwards and away. I slipped and fell, pulling desperately at my pants. "Baz! … Baz!" she had called to me, pleading. "Please!" She had sounded almost hurt. I wasn't listening. My mind had been screaming at me in the most utter and total violation and embarrassment I could possibly ever feel. My hard penis had been flapping around as I had tried desperately to yank up my pants, and I had forgotten to breathe. All that came out was a stuttered "YERRRRRK!" "I'm so sorry Baz.. sweet… stop!" she had said loudly. I had crumpled to the ground and had started to whimper. There had been no way to explain myself; absolutely no way to recover or save face. I was completely vulnerable and exposed to her – in all ways that there were. I had then lain on my side on the ground with my knees up to my chest, my bare ass still exposed and my red face buried in my hands. Like a child. The next thing I had felt was her soft hands on my face, brushing away the beginnings of my tears and her soft voice. "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry Baz" she had whispered, in a loving voice. "I'd never hurt you.. I.." She sounded like she was going to cry as well. I had just lain there with my chest blown open. My heart and any sense of modesty thrown away. "Baz I love you… I shouldn't have watched…" She whispered. "Why? Why did you?" I had asked in a heated voice; angry now, but still not looking at her. Angry that everything had changed, that she had an utterly huge power over me now; a gigantic guilt or sinful knowledge that she would always be able to use against me from now on. She had been silent then. She had just kept stroking my cheek. The silence of the area around us was deafening as she just touched me. And I could smell her – smell her for real; her distinctive airy soft warm scent of the forest and the clean water and air. Despite the inner want to shrink away from her fingers, I felt myself opening to them, wanting desperately to just relax into the caress of her fingers against my hot, embarrassed face. I inched open an eye to look at her, and saw that her face was very red – looking at the ground next to me. "Why?" I asked again. But quietly. "What is it?" She altered her eyes to look back at me, and it looked like there was such strain on her face; like she was on the edge of a cliff, barely holding herself back from jumping off of it. "Amanna why did you watch me?" I had whispered. A soft question now – searching her eyes for the truth. Letting her know that it was ok to answer; that she had me at the most vulnerable point I'd ever been in my life and that anything she said was easily not going to match how she'd made me feel already. She gazed at me. "I wanted to." She'd said at that point, with equal quietness, looking into my eyes. Then she'd paused, swallowing and gaining strength from just looking at me. "I wanted to see… you doing that." She had closed her eyes and dipped her head, in what looked like shame, down flat to her chest. I was shocked. That she'd shared with me. That we'd been feeling the same things. That we were both ok with the feelings. That we loved each other like we did. My neck twisted around, I stared at her for a moment, then moved. I had come up onto my knees. Even though I was partially hidden by my shirt, I was exposed. But my modesty was gone. I had then come close to her, but was afraid of doing anything. "Amanna?" She had just sat there on her knees, head down and face red; as if she was condemned, now that she'd spoken her feelings her want. And how it had pushed her to follow me, to the evitable conclusion she'd witnessed. She hadn't answered me. I had tentatively reached out with my right hand, and tilted up her chin. But still she didn't respond. My face was still burning. And in this sheltered space, so far apart from anyone else… I hadn't known what to do; hadn't known how to treat my seventeen year old sister. Hadn't known how to express what I was feeling or what I wanted her to understand. How I wanted all the awkwardness and the questions and the "is this right?" to just go away. The next thing I had known, I was kissing her; very, very softly on the lips. Her mouth had just opened. Naturally relaxing into a soft, warm and wet cave where our tongues met in instant of luscious harmony. Neither of our arms had moved, nor the rest of our bodies; just our necks and mouths. Our eyes shut and we just leaned to each other, melding slowly and succulently, over and over. Pulling in the heat and the want, the need and the hunger; dancing for who knows how long with the wetness and the struggle of our tongues to investigate and play. Scared to have it end for that moment; just wanting it to go on and on and on and on. I had shuddered suddenly when her fingertips touched my penis, hanging down in swollen half-erect status, thick with new excitement but still lost in a sea of unknowing and confused feelings. I think that it had scared her, and she had drawn her hand back and opened her eyes, breaking the touch and opening her eyes – afraid. Quicker than her, I had grabbed her wrist. And we stared at each other again; kneeled in front of each other. I moved her hand. Surely, breathing hard and even while our hot faces glared in knowing wonder at each other's need. I put it back near me. Near my swelling thickness inching out of its hiding place beneath my long shirt where it started to curve upwards now, back to full erection. Amanna finally let out her breath, and couldn't help it but glance downwards. I could tell she had started it as just a glance – something her brain told her she could manage; a quick look. But I could see in her face that she was caught as she saw my cock head emerge from under the edge of my shirt, right next to her hand that was held by mine. And she watched herself move her fingers to touch the end of my swollen hardness – gently. I pulsed as she did so, and she sucked in her breath, letting her fingertips work over the head. I moved my face back towards her, and she eagerly came forward now, grasping with her mouth to mine as her hand came around my shaft and gripped me, feeling eagerly and trying to get a handle on my girth – studying the shape and feel with her palm and fingers – going all the way down to the base and then fumbling around and down, to cup my balls for a moment and stroke them. She quickly then moved up back to the shaft, and started feeling up and down in a rubbing pattern. Lost as we kissed – she seemed to want all the different feelings at once. Scared beyond scared that it was suddenly going to end and that it was all a dream. That someone was going to scream at us and tell us to stop. That what we were doing was so incredibly wrong. I kissed her and kissed her, and twirled my tongue in her mouth. She just kept feeling my cock. Over and over, around and under. I pulsed and throbbed so strongly in her hand, starting to leak pre-cum out of the top. She felt this and rubbed her thumb around it, then broke off the kiss for a moment to put her thumb in her mouth; to taste me. Then she looked down at my cock again. A Forced Pairing Ch. 03 I was breathing so hard it was making me woozy. And she looked back at me – wantonly. "What do you want?" she said quietly. Then she glanced around. "We're alone. Nobody's here." She paused and reached her hand back out to coalesce the fingers around my hardness again. "I love you." I reached out to her clothes, to tug at her top. She smiled immediately, with another hot blush, and nodded, letting me go and grabbing at her shirts. Fumbling with our clothes for the next minute or so was comical – especially since I kept trying to watch her as she took hers off. But eventually I had to give up and work on getting my shirt over my head. Then I finally saw my grown sister naked. Saw her breasts come out of her top, and out of her chest-wrap. Spring free like I had imagined they would – firm roundness capped with taught, excited nipples. She came to me and we embraced immediately, her hand going again to my cock. She couldn't seem to get enough of touching me; and I of her – my left hand laid immediately over her breast and coveting it. Finally knowing what it felt like and probing with fingers and heel. Squishing and molding and working it for a moment as we kissed and nuzzled and licked with our mouths. Then my other hand found her wetness, between her legs. She was sopping wet, and my fingers simply fell into her. Spreading her lips easily and feeling immediately where to go; her pleasure center and the flat area underneath, leading down to her opening; a tiny puckering of small lips around it where I could touch with my fingertips, before pushing inside. She had groaned as I penetrated her there with my large fingers. Exploring her the way she was exploring me. She spread her legs wide and pressed down in my hand, while gripping my sides and running her free hand all over my neck, my chest, and my sides down to my ass. She could barely break off to talk. We both gasped for breath between kisses and suckling as the sun beat down on us. "I just finished my… cycle," she had said in a rush. I hadn't even been thinking about that. But it hit me and then rolled off of me. What she wanted. What she really wanted. My fingers were so warm and wet inside of her, and my heart was pounding in my chest, and her breasts were both heavy and soft in my hand. I wanted every part of her. I wanted all my fantasies and all my dreams in a maelstrom at once. And all that came back at me from her was a willingness and a deep need. And in her kisses a passion and an acceptance and a connection. I pulled her closer, and she had to disengage her hand from me, moving it to grip my hip. Then I moved to the side a bit, intending on laying her down. At once she shifted and pushed forward, rolling me onto my back and spreading her legs over me. To keep myself from falling I had to move my hand from her and put it behind me. As we came down, she spread her legs and straddled me, holding me by the neck and continuing to grasp and kiss my neck and face. Then her intensely hot, wet crotch pressed down on my hardness; the slick wet snatch of her cave parting lengthwise along the stiffness of my cock – embracing it as she came down on top of me. My hands came up and possessed her breasts – holding their roundness with the thumbs catching the nipples, feeling her softness. She pressed down hard with her hips and rolled her wetness up my shaft. I could feel her opening coming up me, towards my cock head. "OOOoooooohhhh…. Baz. Please tell me this is what you want…." She hissed into my ear. I responded by letting go of her breasts – letting them dangle so that just the nipples brushed against my chest in sinful anticipation as she crouched over me. My hands firmly moved to her hips, grabbing them and raising them the last inch so that her cunt was in position – my cock finally probing its final target. She sighed into my ear with the ultimate release of apprehension. Then I started to push. What felt like agony of pleasure ensued, as the bulbous head of my cock popped inside of her – the small lips massaging every nuance of the taught skin there; the little ridges just inside her cunt folding around me and massaging me as I pushed inside. Amanna gasped and clutched herself to me. But also tried to push down herself. I held her tightly and enjoyed each incredible inch as I slid in. Right down to the hilt, where I was finally buried deep inside of her, feeling the head of my cock tickle her insides. She moaned and started to suck my neck. "Oh Baz…. Oooooh…." She moaned softly at me, and raised herself up, putting her hands on my shoulders and steadying herself with her legs. Then she suddenly started to move on her own; slowly, then with slightly increasing pleasure – moving her head back. I lay there and watched her breasts sway and bob for a moment, as she ground down on my cock, it barely moving inside of her. The edges of her sopping wet cunt massaged the round of the base. Quite suddenly she leaned over, shuddering, and a huge amount of wetness and pressure pushed all around me inside of her as she came. Her chest flushed and her nipples became hard in my hands. She had almost immediately relaxed on top of me into a putty of soft, warm flesh as I throbbed inside of her. "I can… I can't… Ohh… "She gasped as she melted in her own heat of the after-effects of her orgasm. "Baz.. that… you… oh…." She grasped at my head. "I love you so much… please… don't… "It had seemed like she was going to cry. She was afraid now. That she'd gone too far. That this was so wrong. That somehow she'd just blown by all propriety and all things that were normal and moral in the world. That she'd simply *used* her brother for some kind of fantasy. In having her orgasm she'd plummeted back into the real and was scared by it. I held her. Tightly. And then ran my hands over her back down to her ass; suddenly surging up my fifteen year old body to roll her over. Her legs were up high – knees near her shoulders and spread out wide as we flipped with me on top of her; and inside of her – stiff and strong. My arms came down to the sides as she sighed and scrunched up her eyes tight, unwilling to look at me; un-wanting to see if there was scorn or shame on my face. Her head was turned to the side. "Look at me." I said softly. She didn't. She put her hand on my chest, as I bore down on her, not moving, with her legs still apart and my hardness in her. "Look at me!" I said more loudly. She sighed a hard, resigned sigh, and looked. I had my teeth gritted, looking back, and my face red. As soon as her eyes focused on me I bucked my hips softly; stroking in and out of her. Giving her the most honest message I could fathom giving her. Her mouth open and she gaped in breath, looking at me. And the love came from her. Flowing out of her as she exhaled then, staring up at me, hands moving out to grip softly at my shoulders. I supported myself with my strong arms, and started to pump; started to work with my lower abdomen and hip muscles. My buttocks starting to rotate on my back pinion as I ground my pelvic bone against her. Feeling her clit against the top of my cock as I slid in and out. I could tell she wanted to shut her eyes again – but just in pleasure. But she simply forced them open – watching me. And I drank in what it felt like to fuck her. To feel her legs widely open to me, admitting me like she wanted me there. That it was beyond just being *all right*. That it was a need; a want and a true communion of our love for each other – even though we were brother and sister. It didn't matter. "Come in me, Baz." She whispered. "I want to feel it." I closed my eyes, and started stroking in full movements, almost coming all the way out before going back in again. And the tightness in my balls started. The craziness in my head grew – the feeling like I was rushing towards the edge of a cliff. And I flew over the edge. Streams of white hotness leaving me in one rush after another. Way, way more come than I had ever produced by masturbation. Flowing easily in heaving gouts into my sister. Each spasm making me wrack in pleasure. And at the same time Amanna cried out and I felt the same rush of warm wetness in her. Her legs wrapped around me again. We were together. We were one, almost the same. We loved. We shared. We knew what we both wanted. A Forced Pairing Ch. 04 The hut was cold, and it was quite past the usual time when all the village members had taken to their shelters when we arrived. I had been lost in my deep memories of my sister and I having our intimate discoveries together, and had almost walked by our very familiar dwelling. Entering it, I immediately set to trying to build a small warming fire in the fire pit, to distract myself and to bring down the huge swell of my groin. I 'pushed' thoughts of Amanna away – gruffly grabbing pieces of wood and kindling, then moving outside the hut to grab more. I basically ignored Lynn – hoping the two women would figure themselves out somehow. They didn't. I couldn't believe it. They were both practically useless – which pissed me off to no end – they basically came inside and watched me make the fire. I could feel my face heating up as they looked at me – and it did absolutely nothing for the bulge in my pants as I did so. The pressure of the situation gnawed at me. My mind flopped between two things, and only two things. On one hand, all I seemed to be able to think about was the bed, just feet away. How Lynn and I had last left it, with me trailing a finger down between her naked breasts towards her belly button, smiling at her and telling her this place was just for us. On the other hand, when I tried not to think about that, I felt the bulge in my pants. The throb. And remembered why it was there. Remembered what I'd been thinking about on the way home. Flashing over it in my mind. I burned myself on the started coals – working when I didn't need to. The fire was going. I cursed and growled. Lynn looked meek for a moment, then came over to me to check my burn. I snatched my hand away from her, almost making like I was going to hit her; this frightened Amanna for a moment – more shocking her than anything else. My face immediately changed to one of demure sorrow and mild shame. It seemed for a moment that scaring Lynn was one thing – part of a pattern that we'd somehow been in but were gradually breaking out of. But Amanna and I had never had such a pattern, and seeing me react like that was weird for her. She brought her arms up to cross her chest, as if protecting herself. "I'll sleep here," she said quietly, moving with a shuffle to the distended pile of coverings and furs at the end of the bed which had served at Lynn's self-made coddle of a nest, before that fateful night in the mountain. The night we'd lost and found each other. Lynn looked at me, almost relieved, her face coming up with its pale parched look to it – so alabaster white and so innocent in its desire to just want to have this place be for us. With no sharing. I wanted to tell her right then. Wanted to share what my relationship with my sister had really been. But I had the fear. The same fear I had always had about that. Even with Lynn, now. Especially with Lynn. As I came over to my wife to move to the bed with her, I felt a stiff dropping in my throat. How I had somehow gone from not caring what this tiny ghost of a woman had in her head… to desperately wanting to stay as the focus of her heart. We stopped watching Amanna and went to Lynn's side of the bed, sitting on it. Lynn just sat there for a moment, looking at me. I looked back at her. I knew she was asking me questions, silently. Questions like "what does this mean?", "is she staying forever?" But at the same time, I knew that Lynn wouldn't voice them. She never did. She just looked at me with her eyes, demurely waiting to see what would happen. Waiting to be frowned at or told what to do. So I told her. By doing. Standing in front of her, I took off my cloak and shirt, leaving my naked chest exposed. And I looked down at her with a soft smile. She gulped and went a bit red faced – glancing over towards the end of the bed. Amanna had disappeared from sight, but we could hear her shuffling with clothing and the furs and the coverings that were there. And we could hear the crackles and pops from the fire just beyond her as the room warmed up. Lynn cocked her head and looked back at me, with a strained expression like it was more than she could bear, being put in this situation. I reached out and put a hand on her face, then leaned close to her for a moment. "Relax," I said in a very slow, quiet, and warm voice. "Just get into bed. That's all." Lynn looked down at her lap. I stood there for a moment, actually wondering what she was going to do. What else could she do? She turned a bit, reaching for the bedclothes and turning them down, before sliding into the bed a bit. With barely half of her body out of it, she slithered her stockings down and her dress up, staring at the end of the bed while quickly moving them in front of her, before getting herself settled in the bed very modestly. Then finally she withdrew the clothing from in front of her after the main parts of the covers were in front of her. She looked very uncomfortably back at me during the whole time. I just stood there. I almost had to chuckle – but then again, I knew things that she didn't know. I opened my pants and pushed them down easily – freeing my manhood for a moment, which had pretty much returned to its flaccid state. I sighed and recognized how cold it was in the room – save for the meager warmth emanating from the fire. Taking a last glance at where my sister had bedded down, I casually grabbed at the covers over Lynn and lifted up. Lynn immediately reacted as if I'd exposed her entire naked body to the world – clinching up her thighs together and covering her breasts with her upper arms. This I had to chuckle at. "Move over. C'mon." I said very quietly through my guffaw. "Yer being silly." Lynn moved way over; almost to the point of falling out of the other side of the bed. I slipped into where she had been and drew the fur coverings and layers of soft hides over me – realizing that her small frame had done little to warm the area before I'd gotten into it. I also realized that she would be freezing cold unless she came up beside me to share my body heat. I sighed. Lynn just lay there – turned away from me a foot and a half away and shivering a little bit in silence. Obviously very upset with the nature of the situation and confused as to how to do anything about it. I listened and heard nothing from Rayna. Lying on my back, I slowly reached out my arm, to the point where the end of it met Lynn's cold buttocks. I then rotated my hand outwards, to curve along the soft roundness of her skin and just hold her there – my palm against her padded flesh. She scarcely moved, and after a moment seemed to relax, to breathe a little easier; to feel more comfortable that this tight, enclosed space underneath the coverings was still ours, away from the invasion of another person in our hut. I squeezed her rump slightly, very slowly, before running my fingers just as slowly down to the keyhole area of the crack of her ass, fondling softly there for a moment. She wriggled soundlessly back on the bed for a moment, then rolled over. Her eyes were shut, but she came up against me, and I had to move my hand quickly out of the way so that she didn't roll on top of it. Her upper hand came to rest on my chest, with my arm now below it. After a moment she swung her upper leg lightly above mine – and I couldn't help but notice that now my hand was exactly between her legs; right at her crotch as she snuggled up to me, breathing shallow into my neck. She kissed my jaw lightly, and I noticed how cold her nose was. "I'm sorry." I whispered to her, barely audible. All she did in response was nuzzle a bit down into the pillows underneath our heads, and kiss my ear. In response I rotated my hand in between her legs, and moved my palm up – to cup her mound. She was warm there. Very warm. She leaned her leg a bit forward across me, spreading the two extremities more as I began to just barely touch. I smiled. I easily placed the tip of my forefinger right at her entrance, then trailed it up between the lips of her pussy, parting the labia and making sure not to cause too much friction, before resting gently against her clit. I sighed in the bed for a moment, keeping my hand still as I lay on my back with her, right beside me. She didn't move for a moment. Just lay there and breathed – but in mere seconds I could feel the heat from her face increase next to mine. I waited in pins and needles – to see if she was going to shut her legs and pull away from me in embarrassment, or…. She kissed me again. A peck and a nuzzle, and her hand on my chest came up to stroke silently across my muscles, feeling for my tiny nipples. Her face still seemed hot, as though she really didn't want to be doing what she was doing, but couldn't deny her own interest. And I couldn't deny myself either. The bed… our bed… had become our sole sanctuary for our unhindered love of each other. Free of any kind of masking or restriction of any kind. And now… with Renya at the foot of it. Basically at the gates of our fortress… even Lynn wanted to make sure that we still held strong in what we had discovered and built up. What we'd come to know we both needed – each other. My hand pressed up a tad – forming pressure on her pubic bone with the palm and my fingers skirting down around her gathering wetness. Her outer lips weren't really large, but were enough for me to feel between my digits and work – and enough to use to push together to massage the nub of her pleasure center at the top of her slit. I dipped my index finger back down to her entrance and rolled the tip of it around the small lips – the wettest part – before dipping it in and out. Lynn's shoulders tensed up, and she bit lightly into the skin of my shoulder to stifle a groan and a high sigh, while her ass came up slightly and then around and back down onto my hand – obviously a sign that she approved of my movements. Her hand on my chest came up to the far side of my face, gripping it as she fought to control her breath under my ministrations. I continued with my hand – lying straight on my back – imagining my fingers were my cock, being controlled expertly by Lynn or by… Amanna. I closed my eyes and listened to Lynn trying to control her breathing. And to her barely audible mewling sounds of pleasure as I played with her cunt. Rolling the wet lips around the nub, then pulling on them slightly, then dipping my fingers in her again, to massage the ooze of the wetness into her for more lubrication. She smashed her face against my neck and sucked in breath through the pillow – unable to do anything but concentrate now on the fact that she was approaching the edge of her shuddering orgasm. The heat on my hand was incredible, and I could feel the sweat coming off of the rest of her arm and her face. There was no way that she could stop the sounds she was making now – but it was also obvious that she didn't care anymore. Neither did I, really. I pressed up with my palm, grinding it softly against the nub of her clit and pressing it around with the wetness there, while my middle finger plunged into her and the fingers to the sides massaged her lips. She came in a gasp – her nipples taught and her nails digging into the skin of my chest. I knew I had to stop because I would hurt her if I kept going at that, so I maintained the pressure and kept my finger in her but didn't move. Lynn breathed loudly for a few quick moments, before another intense rush of heat came from her face and she buried it in between my shoulder and the pillow. I was worried – obviously Lynn's modesty had come back in a rush. She tensed up immediately and drew back from my hand, closing her legs and just cuddling stiffly up beside me. "Hey, hey, hey…" I said, none too softly, turning on my side and embracing her fully. She brought up her lower arm to cross in front of her, and her upper arm she just laid limply over my waist. My cock was dribbling a bit of pre-cum and pressed against her tummy. I reached up with my upper arm and touched her face. In the barest bit of the light I could see that she had her eyes shut and her face was very, very flushed. "It's just us… here." I said softly. She opened her eyes. They were red and she was still shivering a bit from her orgasm. Her eyes glanced down in the direction of the end of the bed. I frowned. "I love you." I said suddenly. She looked back up, at me. At my eyes. Looking into them, in the dark. Searching. She didn't have to look for long. Then her arm that had laid over me limply pulled me to her and embraced me back. "I love you." She said in a whisper. "Amanna is my sister. She… isn't you. Isn't… what I….who… I…. want." I rambled in a whisper – still staring into her eyes. "For my wife." I stroked her hair – looking up at my hand touching it, then at her pale skin of her face, then down at her eyes again. "For my love." Lynn nuzzled up against me, holding me tight. She calmed down immediately, sensing the truth and the confidence in my words. Knowing that I meant what I said. "I love her, Lynn. I have… loved her. In special ways… But… not… fallen in love." My heart jumped at saying that. I'd just said it all. I hadn't thought of how to say it. I hadn't schemed at how to relate it and work at it, or do it in stages. I'd just blurted it out. Somehow, with Lynn… it had just seemed to be ok… to just say it. Lynn pulled back, and her hand came up to touch my face. "I understand," she said softly. "Now.." Her eyes were half lidded. "Because I fell in love with you." She looked at me for a moment. Then we kissed. A long kiss; relaxed, comfortable and succulent – one that we never thought about the end coming because it didn't matter. All that mattered was that the kiss was. We both drank it in and felt it – knowing it was a sign of our togetherness. Then we just sat and looked at each other for a moment. And a soft sob permeated the room. Amanna. My heart shook. Lynn's eyes widened and I could see on her face… worry. Real worry. And sympathy now. Not jealousy or apathy or some kind of look like she was being put out by another person's hard times… but true empathy. I leaned forward and kissed Lynn's nose quickly. "Remember who I want. Who my love is." I said. I stared at Lynn a moment more as I hefted myself up on the bed a bit. Lynn stared back at me, puzzled for a moment, but also worried as she knew I was about to do something. I was. I got up. Buck naked. And strolled to the end of the bed. Leaning over, I pulled back the fur coverings on my sister, exposing her. She was also naked, and curled up in a fetal ball. Her eyes were slightly open, and she was crying. When I moved her coverings, her eyes turned to me and took in the sight of my body, her mouth opening a bit in surprise, then her eyes shutting and her throat and chest convulsing a bit in sobs. That was enough for me – I didn't wait for conversation. I reached down and picked her up – around the upper thighs and around her back. She helped a tiny bit once she realized what I was doing, but not much. I was strong enough, and she was athletic enough to make it easy enough for me, but she was larger than Lynn – reminded me more of myself in stature. Then I turned with her and started back to our bed. Amanna coughed and clung to me after a second – clearly astonished by what was happening. But she stopped crying. Lynn didn't move. Her eyes were wide – but she did not cover herself as I blatantly carried my naked sister back to our bed and deposited her on the edge. I then quickly moved over her back into the middle, and grabbed the coverings to hoist them over us. I grunted once as I began to settle down, moving one arm underneath Lynn's shoulders, and the other underneath where Amanna's would be. Then I pulled them closer to me. As if on cue, both of them came to me, resting their heads on my chest and shoulder muscles with their own shoulders in my underarms, them lying on their sides. They both lifted their upper legs slightly and rested them on my legs – one for each side. And both put their upper arms on my belly – one above the other. In tandem, I curled my arms around their backs down to above their buttocks, holding them firmly next to me. After a moment, Amanna shuddered. Then she began to relax. A moment more, and Lynn breathed. I took a long breath in, and a long breath out. Then I turned my head to the right and kissed Lynn on the forehead softly. Then I closed my eyes, feeling surrounded by the warmth of their bodies and by the warmth of the furs. ***** I don't know why I woke up first, but I woke up the usual way; with a tremendous hard-on. Never seemed to fail. Neither of the women had moved from when we'd fallen asleep. Both were still sleeping peacefully – and just a hint of the darkest part of the morning dawn light was starting to be seen through the top of the hole for the fire pit. I couldn't move. Well, except for the amazing throb of my tool between my legs. And somehow the softness of Lynn's and Amanna's breasts up against me, and the feeling of their legs parted around my waist, one on each side, didn't make the erection want to go away very easily. Then – seemingly in her sleep – Amanna moved her hand that had been on my tummy down to rest underneath my hardened cock. At the end of a throb, the thickness came down to rest on her hand. Her eyes flittered open immediately – making her stare directly across at Lynn's still-sleeping face. My breath caught and I realized I was blushing. I didn't really want to make a sound now, and crammed my eyes shut, feigning that I myself was asleep. Amanna very, very slowly tilted up her head so her eyes could examine my face. I could feel her face muscles change to a smile as she thought that I was still sleeping – then I also felt her head very, very gently move off of me, trying desperately not to wake me. For a moment I was sorry – she felt so good next to me and now, with my eyes shut and with her apart from me, it was cold on that side. Even her hand vanished from next to me as I could feel the moving of the furs and cloth coverings. I figured she was moving out of the bed – to move back to her own area at the end of it, or to get dressed and move to making some food for us to eat. She wasn't. The next thing I felt was her hot, wet mouth enveloping the head of my cock. My mind went crazy. Absolutely insane. As if I'd left the bed – the alcove – the hut entirely, and entered another world. Her tongue twirled for a moment, then the flat of it lay along the top of the head and she just gently sucked, before moving down my shaft with her wet cave. I squinted my eyes shut as all my muscles contracted, and my hands clasped tightly. That motion immediately made Lynn's sleeping form start – and she moved her legs and head slightly, murmuring and trying to get comfortable nuzzled up against me. My anxiety went through the roof! What was I supposed to do? My sister's mouth was fully engaged on me now – and my wife was snuggled up beside me just starting to wake, happy as could be in her subtle dream state. Amanna started to bob a little bit – moving me in and out of her mouth under the fur coverings. I could hear a little bit of the wet sucking noise as I felt myself piston in and out of her mouth. She was so eager! It was as if we'd never parted, for some reason. As if being with her husband had only increased her thirst to be back with her brother again… Lynn's eye barely came open – and I turned my very red, anxiety-laden face to look at her, breathing in shudders with crimson cheeks. She just lay there for half a moment – as if wondering if she was still dreaming or awake now. The sounds she heard – the look on my face – and the positions we were in. All of it filling her brain along with the memory of the previous night as her dreamland vanished slowly away in front of her mind's eye. A Forced Pairing Ch. 04 She suddenly gaped at me; and then jerked her head down to look at the covers – which were bobbing up and down repeatedly with the motions of Amanna's head. Then she immediately and viscerally yanked away from me – as if scared stiff. Trying to pull her arms and legs free and back away. Out of… what? Denial? Fear? Lack of understanding? I didn't know. But I did know in that instant I had to stop it. My heart leapt out of my chest and ran down my arms into my hands like lightning. Seizing her. Holding her hard. "NO! Lynn – NO! STOP!" She squealed suddenly. Which frightened me – but not enough to make me let go of her. She didn't say 'stop'. She didn't say 'let go'. She just made a noise. And her eyes went wide as Amanna popped off me and threw the covers off of herself and me. Exposing her nakedness and her wet and drooling mouth. My slick cock. My sister had a look of deep concern on her face. She knew she'd gone too far – had taken something that didn't belong to her. Lynn just looked at us both like we were insane. I pushed Lynn down on the bed. Easily. She clenched her eyes and legs shut, and tried to pull her arms in front of herself. Turned her head sideways as if I was going to hit her. "Lynn! It… it's all right! I… " my face burned with embarrassment. By my thick cock stood straight out. Amanna didn't touch me – but sat back on her knees completely naked for a moment, breathing hard and watching. "Lynn.." I said firmly, leaning closer. "You… you'll understand. This… this has happened before…" Lynn shook her head violently, whimpering and looking like she wanted to cry. Now… I wanted to cry. The last thing in the world I wanted now was to hurt her. Make her feel… like she wasn't what I wanted most of all. "Lynn…" I said sadly. But a fire in me started. A fighting fire. I came down and pushed my lips against hers as I held her arms. Begging inside my brain that she wouldn't bite me. Wouldn't pull back or fight away – or say 'stop'. Pleaded that she wouldn't end it with a 'stop'. Or a 'let me go'. She didn't. She just whimpered as I thrust my lips onto hers. As I sucked and kissed and tried to nurture her puffed, almost crying lips into opening. Again and again I kissed, as her small body underneath my bent-over form held rigid. I left the room behind. I licked, sucked, kissed, breathed softly. And slowly… finally… broke down her defenses as I held her arms firmly back to either side of her head. She tried so hard – held on so tightly. Whimpered and refused and denied. I can't imagine what she must have thought of me. But in the end she knew it was *me*… calling to her. Wanting her. Not wanting her for anything else… but wanting her for me. Her mouth opened the merest bit on a kiss. And on another, as I strongly held down her arms – pressing them into the bed. From behind me, Amanna's hands started feeling my ass. Then my balls. I could feel the warmth of her thighs against my side as she came up beside me, and started to touch me. I mumbled and moaned a bit into Lynn's mouth now. And Lynn stiffened – whimpering as I pressed down on her – fighting the kisses through what she wanted to get away from. What she didn't understand. Then I lifted up one leg – and planted the knee between her tightly-clasped thighs. Her eyes bolted open – gaping at me as I kissed, with her mouth suddenly going very firmly tight. She was shocked. Shocked that I was being so.. insistent. So… forward. I almost growled at her as I started to apply pressure. And continued to kiss at her mouth, holding her arms up more tightly and pressing down more firmly. I had her – and she knew it. Amanna fondled and held my testes, rolling them in her hand, and stroked my cock, watching me break down my wife's defenses. She leaned over gradually until her full breasts were brushing my back, and ran the nipples along it, mumbling herself and moaning happily at the sensations she was getting. Lynn's face was beet-red. And hot. I released her mouth from mine, and put my mouth up to her ear. "I'm going to fuck you." I stated flatly. "She's going to help me." Lynn's voice caught, and she swallowed fast and hard. Her breath shuddered which made her breasts jiggle a bit, her lying on her back. I bit softly at the neck flesh next to her ears – and pushed down with my knee between her legs. Lynn exhaled in surprise again as I broke through – and gripped the knee as I went down to the top of the bed in the middle of her thighs. She grunted. "Ka- Baz.. No…I- I don't…" "Yes. You do." She gulped again as I brought my face up and kissed her. And she opened her mouth wide – her tongue outstretched now – hungrily looking for my own. Amanna's breathing could be heard to increase as I shifted my other leg to push apart Lynn's as well. Then I felt my sister's hands on my wife's thighs, right beside my legs. "Ah!" Lynn stammered. "Ah..ah..ah…" she started, breaking from my mouth. But between us Amanna and I pulled and pushed her thighs firmly apart and held them. Lynn's arms started to move more strongly – like she was trying to break from my grip. But I held them down. She pushed hard with her legs – trying to close or push me, but I held on. In between kisses Lynn gasped for breath, or said part of my name. But after each caught syllable, she seemed to hunger to grasp at my mouth again for more – her crimson face lusting all the while. Amanna's hands on my stiffness were replaced by the head of my tool meeting Lynn's sopping wet snatch. Lynn struggled on the bed – making it very hard for me to hold her down. I broke the kisses and put my face down to her neck – to start to bite there. "Baz!" Lynn stammered. "How…how could you do this to me?" She yelped. "I… your…Amanna… I…" she was making no sense as she rolled her head around. Then I was inside of her – Amanna's quick fingers playing around our merge point as I slid all the way in. I smiled into Lynn's throat as a long, rolling moan came out of my wife. Then I quickly let her hands go. She grabbed me around the back – digging in her nails. "Oh Baz!" Holding her sides, I moaned as well, and gyrated my hips into her, burying the head of my cock as far as it would go. Amanna's fingers disappeared for a moment. Soon to be replaced by her lips and tongue – right where my cock was entering Lynn. I shuddered once. And Lynn came underneath me – squinting; her nipples suddenly becoming intensely hard and a flush appearing on her chest that seemed to burn against mine. Pride burst from my chest as I slowly started to pump. "KA….Ka..Baz.." Lynn gasped in the throes of her orgasm. "I.. st..st-" she stammered, overwhelmed. "Nothing doing. You're coming at least twice." I chucked, moving more and more in a pattern with Amanna's gentle sucking and licking motions on the bottom side of my dick right where it entered Lynn. Lynn moaned very loudly – and moved her hands to grip at my face, pulling it down to her breasts. "My…my god Baz…" she belted out, unable to catch her breath. I began to find it hard to concentrate – bringing out my shaft almost all the way, to just feel the head inside. Amanna would tillitate just under the nub with the end of her tongue. Then I would plunge in again up to the hilt. Then in and out a few times, then all the way out – almost. All the while, sucking and pulling on Lynn's tits. Soon I sat up more, and closed my eyes as I started to feel warm and full. My orgasm came – and so did I. Thick cum filling Lynn's love channel in bead over bead of a stream. I simply gave a very contented moan through it. And Lynn came in a rolling, second climax that left her lying there in exhaustion. Amanna moved up on the bed beside Lynn as she came, and watched me as I pumped the last few strokes, finishing my ejaculation. Then she cooed and kissed my wife on the cheek. "Hope you're not tired yet," she intoned. All Lynn could do was inhale and exhale in huge gasps – totally overwhelmed. Her eyes were closed and her whole body seemed to glow with crimson flushes. But her legs were apart loosely as I looked down on them - my cock throbbed inside of my wife. Amanna glanced up at me with a half-contented grin, but then looked back at Lynn, waiting for her to open her eyes. Finally Lynn did – at me. It was a strange expression – one that had me worried for about a second. Then she did something I wasn't expecting – she smiled. A small smile, but a smile. She then turned her head slowly to Amanna, and stared at her. Amanna leaned forward and kissed her on the lips – and they both closed their eyes and shared the intimate gesture. I removed my penis from Lynn's wet love channel and moved along her other side, folding her legs closed gently and then trailing my hand up along her naked front that was rapidly cooling from the sexual interchange. She seemed to shiver slightly and broke off the kiss from my sister. Amanna moved her hand to catch Lynn's chin, and held her head steady to look at her. "We… taught… each other." Amanna said softly. "We… ", she licked her lips. Then looked up at me briefly. We'd never spoken of this to anyone. "We loved." Both Amanna and I sighed at the admission. There was silence as Lynn's face was held – not tightly – but just held by my sister looking at her. "We've known each other all our lives. Been close as family. As brother and sister… trust and honor each other." I had to say something. "It just… felt right. When we started." Lynn swallowed hard, and finally pulled her face away, to turn to look at me. It was questioning now. She didn't know what this meant. Didn't know if what I'd said the night before was a lie, whether it was what I'd really meant. Or… if it was what I'd wanted but what I wasn't really able to give. Amanna cut it all down to basics with a simple statement. "Baz *wants* to trust you. Honor you…. Love you. Choose you as a partner. Never as a sister." Lynn was looking at me when Amanna said it – and it hit home with both of us as we stared at each other that the words really were true. Now. They might not always have been – not when I pulled Lynn away from her family on a stupid lark. Not when my mother forced her to become my wife. Not when we started the whole stupid business of being together. But now I couldn't imagine the feelings I had between my sister and Lynn being any more different than they were. Lynn turned, away from Amanna, and put up her arms towards me, beckoning for me to come to her. I moved to lie down and embrace her, and melted into her arms as she tightly squeezed me – her eyes watering and the heat that was flowing off her body from not having me against her any more being stopped. She kissed my neck and cheeks and rubbed up my sides for a moment, and I nuzzled her softly. Then, quite comically, we both looked over in unison at Amanna. My sister was just laying there on her side – looking at us snuggling and kissing. Her face was melancholy. We realized we'd not even had a chance yet to get into what had really happened in her village. What had happened for her – who her husband had been and what her life had been like. Lynn glanced at me for a moment, and her cheeks were starting to glow again. She gulped, then pushed against me. I didn't know what she meant for a moment, but pushed myself up on my hands and elbows, off of her. Amanna seemed surprised too, looking at Lynn and I questioningly. Lynn sighed nervously, and her hands shook a little bit, but she patted my hips on the far side to move me over. Almost right away I clicked in – moving towards my sister. Amanna gulped and flopped onto her back with a wide-eyed smile. Lynn's hand ran over my buttocks as Amanna's legs parted and I kneeled between them – then I had to look at my wife. Her face was burning red, almost the same color as her hair. And her nipples were stiff and poking out. She reached out with her other hand and brought my sister's hand back out of the way gently, her breathing ragged with nervousness. I knew what to do – blushing myself now. Amanna looked up at me – still grinning as she lifted her thighs and parted her legs. I looked down to the familiar sight of her pussy – the large lips opening just slightly as a result of her legs being pulled apart. My cock was stiff as a bone upon this new experience of Lynn actually *wanting* me to fuck someone else, and I used my hand to manipulate the base of it, rubbing the head against Amanna's clitoris and large lips to lubricate it. Amanna sighed and closed her eyes. Lynn murmured a shaky moan and brought her own hands to Amanna's larger breasts, squeezing slightly and feeling the hardening nipples while she knelt beside us, watching intently at what was happening. Amanna let out a long, soft breath through with her lips shaped like an 'O' – then I pushed. Sliding in easily – feeling the sinfully ridged surfaces of the inside of her cunt coat me. Impossibly, I seemed to be able to feel all the tiny differences between Amanna's and Lynn's love sheaths on my prick as I buried it. Amanna's wet warmness clung to me, and I had to shudder myself at the wonderful feeling of being consumed by her. I gritted my teeth and looked over to Lynn. My wife's red face was transfixed at watching my penis disappear into my sister, as her hands were massaging Amanna's breasts intensely. I let myself grin widely, and pumped just gently, once or twice, withdrawing only a centimeter or two. Lynn let go of one of the breasts and trailed the hand down to the abdomen, flattening out the palm and rubbing while murmuring slightly. Amanna just kept breathing and sighing as I started to fuck her. Then Lynn dipped her hand lower – towards where my sister and I joined. I found it harder to concentrate on my sister's face – instead wanting to see what Lynn was interested in. She put her fingers where she did when she was pleasuring herself – but on Amanna. Touching and playing for a moment, but with me inside. Then she used her thumb and forefinger to encircle me while I was inside, gripping around Amanna's large lips. Then while I pushed in and out, the lips slid against me too. This was an exquisite feeling that made me head towards the edge of my orgasm quite quickly – and I panted raggedly quite quickly. Amanna's muscles all tensed up around her abdomen, and she could hear my breathing. Lynn looked a bit surprised, like she'd somehow found a magic way of pleasing us in an ultimate fashion that we didn't know about. She relaxed her grip and leaned forward – starting to kiss Amanna on the mouth; using her tongue. I returned to just stroking easily in and out, holding my sister's legs firmly and watching the two young women. Amanna started to moan more continuously, and used her hand to stretch out and place between Lynn's legs, fingers going up to search out for my wife's wet spot and explore there. My sister then lay on her back and continued to kiss and suck on Lynn's tongue, fingers inside my wife and me inside of her. Looking at this sight and with continuous pumping, the tension in my loins grew exponentially. Becoming too much, I went to the edge and pulled out, coming in spurts all over Amanna's abdomen and chest. I groaned profusely as the streams jetted out, making a bit of a mess onto her. Both Amanna and Lynn broke their kissing and giggled as I did this, moving to watch for a moment. Then Amanna started to rub the semen into her chest, and Lynn came over towards my throbbing, dripping member. "I'll clean you up, Baz.." she said softly. Then she took the base in her hand and put the end of it in her mouth, sucking gently and running a closed and down the length. I winced at the sudden pressure, but shuddered and gripped her head as well. Amanna just lay there and watched for a moment while continuing to rub in the ejaculate. "MMmmmm… next one is mine." She said with a smile. I suddenly became aware of how cold it was in the room – my orgasm wearing off and sitting up in the bed making the temperature affect me. I grabbed the covers and swept them up around me, then flopped forwards. Lynn made a quick 'yerk!' sound, as my cock was still embedded in her mouth when I fell forwards – but under them she laughed and crawled up to the dim light at the top where all our heads poked out. I had come down between the both of them, and wrapped my arm around each one of them. "Ooof. You're heavy." Amanna complained breathlessly with a smile. "Mmmmph." I responded, then pulled them closer to me, snuggling them under me tightly. "Rrrghkk!" Lynn laughed. "Baz!" "I'm tired." I said. "Just like a man." Amanna said, shoving my arm down a bit. "You've had your fun, and you're done. Hmmph." My eyebrows went up. Lynn turned her head to look at the side of mine. "What?" I said into the bed. "You still haven't gotten off?" "No." Amanna said stoically. "I mean, I was close.. and.. that was fun. But… not all the way." I turned over, between the two of them, and then moved to clasp them both to me, huffing and puffing from the effort. They both nuzzled up to me and I looked up at the ceiling of the hut. "Mmmmph." I said. Not frustrated at her – just… trying to figure out what to do. I certainly didn't want her to be disappointed. I wanted everybody to be happy. And I didn't want her to feel conspicuous like it was *her* fault she didn't get off and she was making us all do extra work or something. I mean… I was having fun. I looked over at Lynn. Lynn looked back at me – a little concerned. Her finger trickling down my abdomen reassured me, though, that she would be fine with whatever I chose to proceed with. I smiled back and then breathed out a sigh – my "thinking" sigh. Amanna just lay there, being held. I don't think she was expecting much. "You used to like me licking you…" I offered. Amanna was quiet for a moment. "Yeah." She said tentatively. "Would you mind if I tried that, and used my fingers too?" I said. "I like that." Amanna responded immediately. "On one condition." Lynn looked over me at Amanna. I looked at Amanna too. "What?" we said together. Amanna took a breath, and answered looking at the ceiling. "I… I'd like to lick Lynn. At the same time. Until I finish." Lynn's face almost exploded in a fury of blushing, and she gulped at the same time. "Uh.. that's up to Lynn." I said, looking at Lynn. I was expecting Lynn to bury her face into my side. To say 'uhm…' and come up with an excuse. Or in the best case express her discomfort. But instead, she nodded. Enthusiastically. "Okay!" I said with a smile. "Lynn, why don'tcha turn around?" She did, and I slunk down on the bed to put myself between my sister's legs. It was at this point I remembered that Amanna had been freshly fucked, and smiled at that. The smell of her pussy was inviting, and it was already lubricated. I could hear and feel Lynn getting into place underneath the covers near me – and suddenly hear a sigh from her as Amanna must have touched her up at the other end of the bed. It was at that point that I lay my head against Amanna's thigh and flicked a tongue along her pussy lips, coaxing them apart. Then I used my fingers to pull them wide, and ran my tongue up along the center, from her entrance to the nub of her clitoris. The clit was still slightly engorged from the penetration and pumping from before – and she was very hot. I licked with just the tip of my tongue for a moment, coating the whole area in saliva. Following this, I wrapped my lips around the small lips at the top of her vagina and started to roll them around the nub, sucking slightly. In the mean time, one of my fingers went into her. In and out. Just one finger, but enough to lubricate her opening and show her a prelude of what was coming. And I kept the sucking pressure and the rolling motion up. Amanna started to move her thighs a bit, and I could tell her breathing was changing. At the same time, Lynn was starting to make noises. Both the women were obviously enjoying what was going on. A Forced Pairing Ch. 04 I went up to two fingers, and rotated my hand around, so that my fingers could bend upwards once they were inside – the fingertips massaging the front wall. I also switched to pressing the flatness of my tongue around the whole area of her clitoris and large lips. Massaging and coating it with wetness – noting that if she were pleasuring herself with her fingers, she would be moving in small circles round and round. I did this with my tongue – which was hot from my breath and from the area. And wet. Very wet now. I tried the similar motions – and pressure. Rotating and rolling over the area. In tandem with the stroking and probing and massaging of the fingers motions internally from my hand – Amanna started to breath very raggedly, and was moving her hips to meet each motion. One of her hands came down to grip and grab at my hair. Lynn was mewling. Mewling and cooing "Oh!" over and over again. I had done what Amanna was doing to her before – several times now. But somehow it seemed that Amanna was quite skilled. Had done what she was doing or had practiced a lot. I wondered about this as I got back to concentrating on what I was doing. I felt the insides of Amanna's cunt clamp down on my fingers, and the ligaments and muscles go taught as she came. My lips and tongue went back to just covering her clit and large lips – and sucking gently there. Not pulling, but just coating. And I stopped moving my fingers and just let them be, inside of her. Amanna moaned. Somewhere along the way Lynn had stopped mewling and was quiet now. Moments went by where there was just lots of intense breathing in the bed, as the women recovered in the throes of their orgasms, and I sat there gently kissing my sister's snatch. Then I pulled out my fingers and ran them softly over the distended flesh, and kissed a last time at the clitoris. Then I moved up the bed – feeling Lynn do the same thing. Amanna's face was covered in sweat, and her front was flushed. Her mouth was also a bit wet from what she'd been doing to Lynn. Lynn herself was tremendously overheated from being under the covers, and was flopped on the pillow next to her. I came up next to my sister – with Lynn on the other side. We encircled Amanna with our arms and legs and held her, touching each other around my sister. Lynn stroked my face. I stroked hers. She looked relaxed, contented. Happy. Amanna's breathing gradually went back towards normal as she lay between us, encircled with our love for each other. A Forced Pairing Ch. 05 Lynn turned left, rather than right. Baz had told her not to – but she did it anyway. At the time it felt... funny. Different. Not so much a betrayal but more of a twist. She smiled a bit wickedly in the moment – going off on her own. Wondering if some of her husband's wild, impetuous streak was not rubbing off on her. The desire to do something unexpected – if not for spite then to show people that they shouldn't take you for granted. The way was more pleasant that what she expected, and there were certainly more flowers and plants that she needed than the usual way. But after a bit it got darker. The trees became closer together and the air got a bit colder. It became harder to hear the wind or things much further away from you than a few feet. Frowning, Lynn started to feel like turning around. That was when she saw the glimmer of light coming through the gloomy dimness. A reflection and a beam of sunlight – a pool of water. She smiled. A pool somehow in the close-knit forest. In an opening in the trees. With a grassy and mossy area near its edge. Perfect to rest at. She came to it and sat down, just at the edge of the shade, to go over her pickings from the bushes on the way. In the quiet, the echoes of her subtle movements came back to her – proving that the insulation of the close-knit trees was total. She sniggered a bit at the realization that she might as well have been in a cave. Total isolation. Closing her eyes, she turned her face to the sun and smiled, breathing deeply. The sudden darkness as the sack came down over her head almost stopped her heart. She screamed and flailed out, but heavy arms came down to her sides, throwing her on the ground and wrestling with her. A huffing and gruffly grunting as the huge weight overpowered her gentle frame. Even as Lynn tried desperately to move, she heard the echo of her scream coming directly back at her. Total isolation – she'd thought a minute ago. Now... a prison. A knife-blade of realization going straight through her mind as her heart leapt into her throat. Baz had warned her not to go this way! Her arms were already behind her back – painfully being bound at the wrists. A tight cord with what felt like frayed edges cutting into the soft flesh of her wrists. She struggled madly – knowing this could be her only chance to break free, but it seemed already too late. A hawkish chuckling was starting, and weight started to adjust onto her hips and her thighs, as more concentrated effort went into binding her hands. She screamed out again, aimlessly and wordlessly, from inside the confines of the sack around her head. But a heavy hand cuffed her on the back of her head and she just started crying. She knew it was useless as she felt and heard the cry coming back at her already. The bindings finished on her wrists, then went to her elbows – again behind her back. Fast and effective. Her shoulders immediately felt stretched and her breasts jutted out as she lay on her side. Her captor or captors continued to gutturally laugh at a low chuckle as he bore weight on her. But Lynn thought she heard something in the chuckle. Something... familiar. She froze and listened. But the sound stopped. She sniffled and cried in the sack for a moment, as the hands stopped touching her arms and back. She was waiting for the man.. or men.. to begin binding her legs. But they didn't. It was silent. "H.. hello?" She tentatively spoke from her cries, sniffing and spitting out some gob from her mouth and nose. That was when she heard the clothing being rustled. Not her clothing. Someone else's clothing. Her eyes bugged out inside the sack around her head, and she started to squirm and buck against her bonds. The laugher came back – hard to hear for Lynn as she was struggling so hard and her face was sweating and sniffing inside the confines of the bag. "Oh no... you're not going anywhere. You're a toy now. Gonna try you out right now... mmm-hmmm..." A very gruff voice said. Too gruff. Disguised? Lynn thought so. But it was so hard to tell, since she only caught the end of it enough to process it, and she continued to struggle and cry out. Her bonds were tight and she tried rolling away. The captor caught her and smacked her on the back of the head again – enough to catch her attention. Then she felt a head knock against hers... and hot breath against the sack where her ear was. "Come into our forest.. you're going to pay a toll.. mmrrrrph..." Lynn's pants were ripped. Torn apart by fiercely strong hands. They were new pants, made just weeks ago through a large amount of personal effort. But the first thing that spread to Lynn's mind was not the loss of the garments – but the sudden exposure of her thighs and lower belly. She gasped and cried out again – screaming. "AAAAA!" She writhed and tried to kick out, but the man held her legs firmly and pushed her to the ground. The next article torn from her was her under-wrap. It seemed to disappear – also cut away, it seemed. Or torn. It didn't matter. Lynn was heaving breath and trying to sort out the whirlwind in her mind, when suddenly she felt the lips of her sex kiss the open air. "No! Oh! No! What are you DO- Don't!" She writhed, turned over, and tried to crawl away, her face driving into the moss near the water. She couldn't support herself on her arms, as they were tied tightly behind her back at the wrists and elbows. It hurt to try to move, and shoving herself on her knees alone just made her grind her face and chest into the dirt. The man just grabbed her again, laughing gruffly, and flipping her over. At the edges of the laughter, Lynn heard something familiar. Something that pierced the overriding fear and terror. Something that made her blush and question. Something that suddenly made her sex flush with wetness. The tone was familiar somehow. She couldn't quite place it. But... it wasn't totally stranger. Writhing on her back with her open cunt displayed for the bandit as the sack stuck on her head, she grunted and called out for help, hearing her echoed cries coming back from the trees around the small clearing and pool. Strong hands gripped her thighs. There was no hesitation. A large, throbbing cock surged into her cunt as the bandit came down on top of her – pushing up and inside all the way to the hilt; Accompanied by a grind and a grunt. Her arousal could not be hidden – whether it was her imagination or not, she was wet inside, and he slid in; the taught round cock-head pressing all the way up to her cervix, and balls slapping against her bottom. Lynn bit her lip and threw her head back – for an instant happy the sack was over her head as her face simply glowed a flush of red. The alabaster skin of her thighs quivered as the man on top of her blew out a throaty moan of a grunt. Then pumped into her twice – two very decisive and long stroked. Lynn cried out at each one. The first cry surprised. The second one – passionate. She couldn't help it. She tried to stop thinking about it. Tried to not imagine it being someone she knew. And for the life of her couldn't get over the feeling of having the somehow-familiar cock in her now-sopping-wet pussy. She squeezed her legs together, as if trying to push the man away. This just made him surge harder against her, and grip her hips. "UH-UN. No...." He gruffly gritted at her in the same voice. "You're taking my cum." He held still, then ground his crotch against Lynn's mound, feeling the shaft slide around in her. "Then my friend's. Then...my brother's." The laugh came subtly at her as he leaned close, fucking her harder. "Then me again." The voice got deeper, as if he were trying to disguise it more. Then he bore down, pumping steadily in and out of her. Lynn shut her eyes tight and tried not to. But she came, shuddering and feeling the explosion of warmth in her abdomen, rising up into her chest. The man on top of her grunted, as if feeling her pussy muscles contract around him. "Bad girl." He seethed, deeply. "Bad...bad girl." He pulled out suddenly. Then he shoved her legs closed and slapped her ass cheek. Lynn was still in the throes of her orgasm, trying to catch her breath, and yelped from the sudden pain. The sack was pulled up a bit, to expose her mouth and nose. She gasped for fresh air and tried to move her head, to expose her eyes to see her attacker. But he grabbed her head. Forced the sack down around her eyes. Another hand came around her throat. "You bite me... you die." His stiff cock, wettened by her pussy juices, slid suddenly against her slightly opened lips. Lynn gasped. It flashed into her mind to attack. She barely had a moment to consider it. He stuffed it into her mouth – passing her teeth quickly and in to the back of her mouth. She almost choked as her face went beet red as the intrusion. But it felt so familiar. And the sudden happy grunt felt familiar too. The only thing that didn't feel familiar was her bindings, and the absolute power he had over her now. He grabbed her head, covered by the sack, and her neck, and held it. She resisted, trying to pull back – to pull it out. To get him away from her. He held her. "No... you're taking my cum." He said softly and gruffly at her. "you're gonna swallow it all." Then he started fucking her mouth. Slowly at first, just the head in and out. Then more of the shaft. Lynn coughed once or twice at the start – trying to get to breathe. She wanted to fight – but she was almost at once aware that her pussy was starting to lubricate again. A lot. Her legs seemed to open by themselves, exposing to the air as she dribbled. The motion started to become more regular. More intense. His cock pistoning into her face – the head disappearing again and again into the furthest recesses of her throat, as far as she could take him. Lynn started to groan – and from the near-total-awareness of being taken by force she somehow settled into a blissful state of feeling engorged by the cock in her mouth. The magnificent, familiar cock surging into her mouth. And now the familiar groaning above her. A groaning that was getting louder as she licked and circled with her tongue. The hand around her throat moved. And touched her clitoris, wrapping her large lips around it for a moment and pinching just softly. Lynn's face flushed again, and she found it hard to concentrate as she sucked in patterns on the penis in her face. Gobs of cum streaked into her mouth. She half-choked again, but the hand still on her head gripped hard – forcing her to remember to swallow. To take it all. She did, trying desperately to breathe around the spurting tool in her mouth. Again and again and again the ropes of semen came into her oral cavity and she hummed softly to herself and swallowed, breathed, swallowed. Then she closed her legs gently around the fingers toying with her clit as she sucked him dry. He moved. She lay there on her side, heaving. He untied her. She still lay on her side, exhausted. He lay gently behind her. Parted her legs slightly, sliding his still-stiff member into her wet hole from behind. Then he held her. Reached up and took off the sack. "I love you Baz." Lynn said. "I didn't hurt you?" he replied. "No. not... much." She rubbed her wrists for a moment, then eased a hand down to open her upper ass cheek a little so there would be less friction as he pumped gently into her from behind. "Listen to me next time, ok?" he started. "I don't want that to happen to you." She sighed and nuzzled back against him. "Next time I'll tell you where I'm going. Then I'll be easier to find." He rubbed her tummy gently, and slid in and out at an easy pace. A Forced Pairing Ch. 06 "You'll be fine in here," Baz chuckled, his face a bit sweaty and red as he stumbled through the fur-covered doorway. Lynn's bleary eyes settled on the bed in the darkness as she followed him. She could feel the goofy grin on her face parting the overwhelming heat of the alcohol-induced blush she couldn't hide. She lost her balance a bit coming into the space, and stumbled, leaning on the bed. Baz lost it – laughing out loud at her and finding it hard to keep standing himself. "Hoo! You are completely snnnnnn-aggled!" He pointed at her and laughed. She frowned – but then playfully grinned at him from her prime position. Then her eyes lolled a bit up in her head. "MMMrrrrrrghh..." she started. "I'm tired... how much did I drink?" "Not as much as me." He laughed, and came to her, kissing her softly on the forehead and smoothing back her hair a bit. "Just rest here. There's only a few people left... things are winding down." He smiled, and ran a hand down her back soothingly. Lynn moaned – knowing it was going to *really* hurt her head in the morning having drunk so much. Baz gripped her bum. "Hmmm... well.. if you're asleep when I get back, I might just have to.. wake you up in a nice way." He grunted with a laugh. Then he got up and staggered back to the door, lifting the fur covering and moving through. Then Lynn was alone – breathing hot breath into the bedcovers and feeling the room swirl around her. Her heart pounded. Her face burned. The desire to laugh - to sleep - to do everything at once. She smiled – remembering a silly joke someone had told her earlier at the party. Slowly she began to drift off in her dizzyness – thinking of Baz and hoping that she was at least a little bit awake when he came back. Thinking about him picking her up and taking her home. She giggled. Hoping he got the right hut – this time. "Ssssh. In here." Lynn barely heard it. It was a whisper. A boy's voice. She lay silent – listening. Then there was movement behind her. And the giggle of a girl's voice. A flash of light as the fur covering the door was moved again. Then darkness, and breathing. "Mom's going to *know*!" a girl's voice whispered anxiously. "No she's not!" the boy's voice happily came back, still in a whisper. "Dad just took her outside, and his hand was up her dress..." They both started giggling madly. Lynn's eyes opened wide. Then shut quickly. Her face – already hot to the touch from the alcohol, suddenly went a shade redder and she swallowed and tried not to move further. She keenly listened. Suddenly, through the further-off sound of the remaining guests at the party talking loudly and bonking tankards of ale together and shouting, Lynn thought she heard something wet. A... kissing sound? A lot of them – noisy ones. She wanted to giggle for a moment – but she bit her tongue. The brother and sister were necking! Lynn felt her stomach butterfly, and her abdomen get warm. As well, her nipples hardened a bit, trying to imagine from each subtle slurping sound what was happening with their mouths. The tongues, moving and running over the lips. She stayed completely still, and breathed very, very quietly. Suddenly, there was a bump at her foot. The two siblings had moved back towards the bed. The girl made a short squeaking sound, and the kissing sounds stopped. "There's somebody here!" she whispered anxiously in a hurry. "We have to stop!" A couple of quick steps, and a fumbling, and a candle was lit – bringing a dim light to the room. Lynn could feel it, and sense it through her shut eyes. Her ears were pricked up to maximum sensitivity, and what the alcohol seemed to have done to her system in deadening it – making it slow – seemed to have the opposite effect on her ears. She was hearing everything. Aware – totally aware. "She's asleep." He whispered back to his sister. "C'mon Dana." Lynn could almost *hear* the smile in his voice – the impetuous streak of danger that wanted to be risked. "She's drunk. She's not gonna want to wake up." "No!" Dana protested. "She's... that Ghost. Baz's... wife." The anxiety in her voice was paramount. "We can't Mach!" There was movement, and it sounded like Dana's brother was moving around closer to his sister. "Look, it'll just... we'll... we'll just.. ssshh.. be quiet, ok? Real quiet. She won't know at all. She's... she's a ghost. Like you said. Who's gonna believe her, even if we're caught? I want to.. don't you?" There was silence for a moment. Lynn gulped again. Then there was a kiss – she heard it. For sure. She risked a peek – with a glimpse of her eyes. He was indeed kissing her. She had her arms crossed and they were face to face. She had long blonde hair, and was shorter than him, but with large round breasts and a thin waist – a beautiful girl. Her nipples stuck out visibly through the tight stretchy fabric of her tunic. He was stocky and looked strong – his own muscles clenching and releasing as he started to possess his sister. Lynn couldn't remember if she'd seen them at the party. Dana was completely into the kissing, and Lynn could see she was being worn down by it. "Mach.. we... we can't..." she said with her eyes closed but her mouth belying what she wanted. Mach pushed her back, more towards the side of the bed where Lynn was, undoing the small buttons on her shirt already, and still kissing her intently. Lynn breathed in a bit more rushed tone, and she was sure her face was glowing now – even if her eyes were forced shut from time to time. Luckily, one of Lynn's hands was underneath her. She struggled to use it in deft, small movements. To get her dress up underneath, where they couldn't see it move. To get...access. She tried desperately to keep her peeks at a minimum, but with her alcohol-induced state, she kept watching. Much more often than was safe. Dana's breasts sprang free – round perfect orbs capped with pert pink nipples, themselves erect in excitement. The moment they became free her brother dropped his head to them, suckling and running his tongue around. Dana's head went back, scarcely two feet from Lynn's face. The sister's mouth was wide open and she breathed in huge rasps, finding it hard to control the volume of the noise she was making. Lynn couldn't stop watching her brother's tongue moving – the tip tillitating the flesh of the nipple. Running around the areola sinfully and sweetly, leading a trail of saliva before he would dip his soft lips around the breast as far as they would fit, and make suction. Pulling on the tit gently until is made a sound, popping out of his mouth. Her nipples aching to be touched again by his warm wet tongue. Lynn's hand had her crotch finally, and she pressed a single finger to her pearl at the top of her snatch. Gritting her teeth as she found it, and closing her eyes, trying to control her breathing, lest she warn them that she was watching. "Oh Mach!" Dana said happily. "I... I hate... having to stop." She pulled his head up to her lips and kissed him. His large hands went over her breasts and he moulded them, feeling them and pushing them together. Then the tips of his fingers felt the wet nipples. His thumb and forefinger pinched gently and worked the sensitive flesh, while his hand cupped her and felt the weight of her bosom. He kissed her again and again. Lynn rubbed her clitoris and became wetter and wetter, watching them. "Why.." he kissed her. "Why can't we?" Mach asked breathlessly as he consumed her mouth. "I want you... Dana. I want to have you..." She kissed him back, and Lynn watched – this time with an open eye as they looked at each other. Dana really wanted him – Lynn could tell. Her face was heated – and not by alcohol. Lynn wanted to tell them. About Baz and Reyna. About her too. About everything. That it was ok – that they weren't the only ones. "Don't you want me?" Mach said. He looked down slowly. Dana looked down. Lynn looked where they were looking. In the midst of their kissing frenzy, Mach had taken out his penis. It was enormous. Dana's breath caught, and a hand went to her mouth as her eyes glazed over. Lynn's breath caught, and her eyes went wide. Dana and Mach both turned at the sound, looking in surprise at Lynn. They realized in shock that she was awake and staring at them. "Uh-huh." Baz smiled, from just inside the doorway. Lynn squinted her eyes shut and her mind swam. Mach shoved his cock into his pants, and Dana threw her shirt closed. Mach immediately started coughing nervously, again and again and again. Dana's face went ten more shades of red. And Lynn just turned her face so that it was looking directly down into the bed. She moaned and felt the heat and dizzyness from the alcohol again – feeling sick all the sudden. "Everybody else is gone now." Baz continued, with a bit of a chuckle. He stepped inside. "Uh.. we... we weren't doing anything! We're.. she.. just had.. something on her!" Mach protested loudly and quickly. Dana just turned and stared at the wall, unable to speak. Baz walked closer to them all, and sat on the bed next to Lynn, a huge grin on his face. He stared at Mach for a moment. "Yeah, she sure did." Baz laughed in a low chuckle. "Your hands." The son of the leader reached down and adjusted his own swelling package in his pants, looking at Mach. "Take out your cock." "What??" Mach looked at Baz in amazement. "You heard me. You want your parents to hear about this when they get back from fucking their brains out at the lake?" He leaned back and stroked Lynn's head, turning to her a bit. Then he whispered. "C'mon you wanted to see, you faker. You can see." Lynn gulped, then turned her head just a tiny bit, so she could, in fact, see. Through strands of her own hair that covered her face. Mach swallowed, and looked over at his sister. Dana was still staring and turned to the wall, with her arms across her breasts. "Look, two ways. Easy way or hard way." Baz continued. His voice got an edge of angry to it. Of command. Of his father, Gren. "Your cock. Now. Show it to my wife." Mach gulped, then re-opened his unclasped pants. He fished out his member, having to use his whole hand around the thick half-erect shaft, and then laid it plain to see. Sticking out pointing at Lynn. Next to him, facing the wall, Dana huffed and sighed. Baz looked at Mach's sister. "Dana, turn around and look." Dana didn't move. "Now, Dana. Or your mom hears all about this," he grunted, completely serious. She turned around and gazed at Baz. Lynn was already staring at Mach's huge tool. It was eight inches long when not even fully erect – and at least a full inch and a half thick. She gulped as she stared at it with one eye. Mach was holding it by the base, and Lynn imagined her own hand on it – stroking softly at the skin like she did with Baz when he let her play. She smiled widely at the difference, and at the same time at the sameness. "It's so big." Lynn said out loud. Right after this she realized that she'd actually said the words, rather than just thinking them. The alcohol in her system, no doubt. She immediately thought this was very funny, and started giggling. Baz giggled too, looking at Mach. "Wow. Yes." He looked up at Mach. "You've got a big cock." Then he looked at Dana. "Doesn't he have a big cock, Dana? Your brother?" Dana breathed in and out, and her face was flushed and she clenched her hands and released them over and over and over again. "Y...yes." Was all she could manage. "And I see you *do* have something on your front." Baz grinned. "Your brother's been sucking your very nice tits. They're still a bit wet." Dana's face went white and she clenched her teeth, looking down at the ground. "Touch his cock." Baz said as he looked at her, leaning back and stroking Lynn's head lightly. "Lick your hand and then rub your own spit on him. Say... 'thank you' for what he did for you." Dana's face didn't change. But her breathing changed. As did Mach's. For a moment, it was surprise that Lynn could see in him. Then elation. He suddenly felt like *someone* was on his side – for once. Dana gulped. "I.. I'm not supposed to." "Why?" Baz responded immediately. "He sucked your tits." Lynn giggled. "You saw that?" Mach said, amazed. Dana rolled her eyes "Of *course* she saw that, dummy. She was awake the whole time!" Mach's face reddened. His cock, however, stiffened more, which resulted in more approving looks from Lynn. And it got Dana's attention too. The shaft lengthened and the head changed color a bit, moving out of the soft skin around it. Baz looked at him. Then at Dana. "C'mon Dana. Lick your fingers. Then run them about the head. Feel what your brother has for you." He paused, watching her face turn into a mask of desire as she gazed at her brother's swollen member. "I'm telling you." He finished. "Not asking you." Dana put her tongue out, surprisingly thick with spit, and let the gob trail over it. Her eyes never left the sight of her brother's dick – and his eyes never left the sight of what she was doing. Dana then simply reached out, resting her palm on the head of it. She rubbed around the intense smoothness, bringing her thumb up underneath for purchase. She touched it tentatively, and Mach seethed at the softness of her hand. Dana, not quite sure if that was pain or pleasure he felt, immediately took the hand away. "There." Dana said. She looked up, trying not to pay attention with her face utterly glowing. She stopped crossing her other arm in front of her chest, though. And her breasts poked out more than a little bit. Baz smiled. "You need warming up." He got up. Came to Dana. She looked at him wide eyed. Mach looked a bit upset – as if he were afraid Baz was going to do something to her. "C'mere. Come sit on the bed. In front of Lynn here." He pushed her in front of him for a moment, then grabbed her dress and lifted it, sitting her buttocks on the bed a foot or so from Lynn's face. "Heheh. Gonna warm you up for sure. Don't worry – I'm not gonna hurt you. And... Lynn'll help." Lynn looked at Baz with a giddy smile, wondering what he had in mind. Just as Dana sat down and Baz lifted the front of her skirt, Lynn caught a scent of Dana's sex. Lynn's nipples hardened at this, and her own sex wettened – remembering the last time she'd been close to Amanna, Baz's sister. "Ooooh... I know what..." Lynn started. "Exactly." Baz replied, running a hand along Lynn's cheek. "What?" Mach asked, looking curious. "I.. I don't get it." "Yes.. Uh.. what's going on?" Dana asked, looking uncomfortable. She brought her legs together. "Nah.. nah.. nah.. don't do that." Baz protested, moving her thighs apart and giving Lynn access to Dana's crotch. "Lean back and just relax." Lynn moved up and just grabbed at Dana's underclothes. "Oh!" Dana protested, while Baz held her knees. "What are you doing!??" "Calm down. You'll like this." He responded with a grunt. Lynn quickly plastered her mouth directly onto Dana's sex, running her tongue in between the large lips and up and over the bundle of nerves of her clitoris. Just once – for effect. "Aaaaaaahhh!" Dana called out – throwing her head back and clasping Lynn's head. Baz let go of her legs and smiled. "There we go!" he said happily. Then he turned to Mach. "Now we can work on you." Mach's face was glued to Lynn as Lynn began to lap with her tongue – searching up one side of Dana's pussy and then down the other side. Finding the tender spots and places never explored with a wet tongue or imagined as such, and suckling on them. Teasing them. The small lips being rooted at and teased. Lynn's tongue plunging into her hole, then running up and around the clit. The large lips being mashed together and pushed down on. Then being sucked on individually. Lynn did it all – and kept doing it. Dana just moaned and moaned and moaned, continually spreading her legs wider. Baz proudly listened, and moved to his wife's other end. "C'mere. Gonna show you something." Mach gulped, finding it hard to withdraw his eyes from the scene of his sister being ravished unfolding in front of him. But he was led – his enormous cock slapping against his belly as he moved towards Lynn's bottom as she lay on the bed. Baz gripped her and moved her up onto her knees. Lynn complied, albeit slowly due to the amount of mental involvement she was engaged in. Then Baz quickly and efficiently moved her dress over the top of her back, and slid down her undergarments, revealing her ass. They both smiled and breathed more excitedly at the greeting sight of the pinkness of the pouch of her small, pouting pink pussy lips as she arched her back and jutted her bottom in the air for them. "That," Baz smiled, "is the best pussy in the village." Wide eyed, Mach stood in wonder, as his hand slipped down to his meaty erection and he softly slid it up and down the shaft. Some pre-cum dribbled from the end and fell to the floor. Baz sat beside Lynn's bottom and put his arm over it, then leaned over and kissed a buttock-cheek. Both Baz and Mach could hear both Dana and Lynn moaning from the other end of Lynn's body, and felt confident that things were progressing properly up there. Baz made a 'come hither' motion with his finger, winking at Mach. "Put your finger in." he whispered. Mach gulped. "Just one. Your index finger. Slide it right in there. All the way it'll go. She's wet. Really wet. Then... feel around." Mach couldn't resist. His finger came out immediately. "Gently now – don't hurt her." Somehow, it seemed that Lynn could still hear them, amidst all her effort that was going into Dana's cunt. She wriggled her bottom slightly in anticipation of Mach's digit, and arched her back slightly more for him. His fingertip pressed around at the tiny lips at her entrance, and he flicked it there, teasing her. He smiled, stroking madly at his cock with his other hand, feeling the thick flesh and how it throbbed. He sighed and moaned as the fingertip passed in, and then left it there. Then he took a deep breath and made his finger as straight as it could be. And pushed it all the way in – all the way to the highest knuckle. Then out. Then in. Then out and in. In time with his strokes he pumped his cock, his face burning his lungs gulping for breath as he stared at the wonderful pussy in front of his eyes. Baz watched with a smile as his wife's pussy was invaded by the single digit. "Slow down now." He said. "Fold it up, your finger. Touch the front wall. Then roll it around there. She'll like it." He did. Lynn squirmed, and started moaning. It felt inside to Mach like a wet surface that would never dry out. Warm and slick and a place he never wanted to leave. His cock was almost bursting. "Ok. Now... your cock. Just the head." Baz smiled, his own face reddened, watching Lynn be impaled by the young stud. "Come forward on your knees, and rub your cock-head up and down her slit." Mach almost fell forwards – too fast, and Baz's hand stopped him from literally *falling* into Lynn's heated snatch. "Whoa Tiger!" Baz laughed. "You can't do that! You gotta go slow!" Mach whimpered, and Baz could see his penis litterally wanting to erupt. He sighed and put his hands gently at either side of Lynn's now dripping-wet pussy, then slowly spread out the soft flesh. "Open cunt. Take your cock and massage it, using your big cock head, Mach. Look at Dana while you're doing it." Baz commanded, focusing his visual field on Lynn's snatch. Mach's enormous bulbous member came forward, and started to invade Lynn's hole. He pressed just the head in, and then moaned and started to shake, having intense trouble breathing. Baz stared at the cock entering her, and Lynn shook too, feeling herself being stretched wide by her husband for this other young stud of a man. A Forced Pairing Ch. 06 "Stop there." Baz said. "I don't want you to fuck her. That's for Dana." He smiled, and looked over to Mach's sister. Dana was sweating – beads of it running down between her ample breasts as Lynn took her through orgasm after intense orgasm of pleasure. Lynn didn't seem to be getting tired – and her eyes were open as she peered into the teenager's cunt, examining the small lips and playing with the large ones. Then sucking on the clitoris and toying with it with her tongue. Her fingers dipped down to Dana's ass and swirled there too, but then mostly concentrated on what had the most effect on her target. Baz smushed the soft skin of Lynn's pouch and her large lips together around Mach, intensely watching as he did so. Grinding down on them and massaging the wetness into his cock-head. Lynn moaned very, very low. Then her stomach shook and her ass quivered. Baz chuckled slightly. "We just made her cum, Mach." He smiled at the boy. "You and me. But... you haven't cum yet. And... that's good." He looked back at where Mach was entering Lynn – at where her pussy lips were glowing red and spasming just slightly. "That's good.... " he ran his finger around where Mach penetrated Lynn – just barely. "Ladies first..." Baz breathed a sigh of happiness – then touched Mach's throbbing member and disengaged it, pushing it down slightly – getting the boy's attention. Mach's sheet-white face stared at Baz in amazement. "Do you want to come, Mach?" Baz said to him, staring at him. "YES!" Mach blurted out, staring at Lynn's pussy. "She does too." He chuckled. He rubbed Lynn's bottom for a moment. Then he looked at him. "Dana." He paused for effect. "Dana's who you want to have come, right? Come... with you?" Mach gulped and looked up, seeing Dana in the throes of passion as Lynn still lavished her tongue into her dripping snatch. Mach moved – fast. He withdrew his finger and simply charged past Baz. Grabbing Dana's hips and disengaging her from Lynn in a swift motion, his tool was at Dana's entrance in almost a split second. She gazed at him in love, lifting her arms to grip him tightly and throwing her already-open shirt apart to grasp at his body. Then – finally – he was in her. Her sopping-wet vagina ready and waiting to embrace his huge tool. They both cried out in ecstasy as they finally joined. Lynn's face barely inches from them as his cock entered her, pushing the large lips apart and the small lips sucking at his thickness – all the way to the hilt. She cooed for a moment. Then felt Baz easing himself into her. Gently. She sighed, knowing the comfortable feeling and knowing it was what she wanted. She watched as the brother and sister in front of her came together and apart in a heated rush. His cock pistoning in and out of her and her pink pussy lips simply gushing with rosy redness as it tried to accommodate all of his girth. Mach kept grunting as he penetrated her fully, and Lynn looked up to see him massaging and tweaking her breasts, while he kissed her and sucked on her tongue. Baz made love to Lynn easily and steadily. In a soft pattern they both could feel sensually as they watched the heated rush in front of them. That they both could feel. Lynn put her fingers back underneath her to feel him enter her, to share in the experience of what she was seeing, and to feel her own pleasure. The sides of her vagina distended around him and she knew he was the right man for her. He fit perfectly, she knew, as she watched the enormousness of Mach enter Dana. Her face reddened again, as her breasts hung and swayed inside her dress. The nipples hardening. Then she came, breath hard to get for a moment as the wash of release combined with the alcohol was so hard to sort out. Her head came down onto the bed and for a moment she couldn't watch. She could feel Baz coming into her – his hot semen splashing her insides. Even this made her coo with satisfaction. Like she never wanted it to end. As she lazily opened her eyes to look at Dana and Mach, she could see that they too, had come. She watched Mach's cock still throb in regular rhythms as it pumped sperm into his sister. But she saw the love in their faces as they just swam in the sea of bliss.