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Date: Thu, 21 Jul 2005 03:16:29 +0000
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Closing Up the Cottage
Section B
Actually, the thought of a long hot soak held great appeal. It'd been a long
hard day for all of us, and even my penis was pretty tired. I turned on just the
hot tap and started taking off my clothes. It didn't occur to me until I was
nearly done that Ria had left her clothes exactly as she'd shed them. They lay
on the floor like land-mines. I wasn't about to touch them. Maybe she'd arranged
them _just so_ to know if I had. I didn't need to bend down to know how fragrant
the panties would be so I didn't. It was enough to see that they were these tiny
sheer lacey lavender things that I seriously doubted any woman would wear as
_everyday_. I resisted the temptation wholly, except for the old letch between
my legs, who certainly rose up for a good long look.
I decided that at my imminent and immediate leisure I might start feeling rather
sexy. I was working out the logistics of not splashing too obviously when I
realized the only washcloth around was Ria's, flung atop the soap unwrung out.
The bath, as I shut off the tap, didn't seem inspired to steam the window much
less the mirror. I stepped in and it was absolutely tepid. Ria's bath had been
no doubt very toasty. Mine hardly had the warmth to make soap work. I sat down
in the water and nearly burst into tears.
Almost immediately Ria burst through the door. There wasn't any time to grab the
washcloth. She paid me no real mind, "Just thought I'd throw your clothes in the
wash while dinner's going." She stooped to gather the laundry and I got a very
clear view that under her not-very-long t-shirt Ria was barely clad in a pair of
panties that did indeed make the pair on the floor look like _everyday wear_.
Her hair all tucked into the turban of the towel completed her exotic look.
"So yeah and hey thanks for leaving me so much hot water hey okay?" I was
feeling pretty cocky having snagged the washcloth.
Ria gathered up the bundle, turning back to me as she paused in the doorway,
"Looks to me like you're about to make all the hot water you need."
I couldn't believe my ears. Then again I couldn't believe my eyes. While I was
covered, the washcloth hung down limp from some point in the air as if I was
performing some trick of levitation. I stayed in the tub as long as I could
stand it, which wasn't long at all. My next dilemma was that in all of the
bathroom there was just one very small hand towel. It wasn't even big enough to
wrap around my middle. I just sort of held it around the front of me, hovering
at the cracked doorway calling, "Hello? hello?" I kept up my cry as I skirted
around the room and scooted up the hall to the kitchen, where Ria finally
acknowledged that I was talking to her. "Towel? towel?" I cried.
"Oh?" she answered. She stayed at the stove and gestured to the back of a chair
at the table. "Use mine. Everything else is packed away. Sorry." She made no
move to fetch it, leaving it for me to get clear across the kitchen. I sort of
danced my way there doing a modified hula. She turned to watch the whole show.
"Geez you goof," Ria snickered, "I'm busy with dinner, I'm your sister, and I've
seen it all before."
I scurried back to the bathroom to the sound of her laughter. The towel was
mostly damp, but there was enough dryness for me to finish my business. Actually
I found the towel pretty intoxicating, with all its smells of soap and water and
clean skin, the fruity scents of shampoo and conditioner. I had the towel over
my head rubbing my hair when I encountered a completely different odor. The
pheromones went like lightning bolts to my brain. My goodness, so that's what
all the splashing had been about! Ria didn't use this towel to just dry off, she
used it to mop up! Just as I was contemplating all this Ria was rapping on the
door. "What!?"
"Are you still alive in there?"
The problem was that I was very much alive, and waiting to die down a bit before
I came out. "I'm drying off!"
"Hate to rush you, but could you hurry? I'm about to pee in my panties."
I managed to strap myself down with one end before winding the towel around my
waist. "Oh and hey, are my clothes ready?"
"They're in the livingroom. But I haven't fired up the drier yet."
I was curious. All our clothes from the day were hung on a wooden rack off to
the side of the dark hearth. "What?" I cried.
"What did you think? Usually I go to the laundromat in town."
"I can't sit around in a wet towel all night!"
Ria laughed from behind the closed door, "I put some clothes out for you
on the bed."
She wasn't kidding about it being chilly in the bedroom. I couldn't find the
light switch but the bed was easy enough to bump into. I groped and grabbed
something that turned out to be a t-shirt of sorts. The neck scooped low and was
faced with piping and a trim of lace. But at least it was plenty long, which
fast became a factor. The only other item was a delicate pair of panties. While
skimpy, they were substantial enough to be worth my wearing. I jumped into them
when I heard her in the livingroom. Had to give her credit: she invested in
silk. By now my eyes had adjusted to the dim light. I could see that indeed
there was nothing else on the bed. It was stripped bare to the mattress. It was
a curious feeling, standing there in that cold dark bedroom wearing a pair of my
sister's panties. Cross-dressing has never been one of my sexual imperatives,
but I have to admit that wearing them felt very nice. By the time I crossed back
into the livingroom, I was starting to feel much nicer than I really wanted to.
Ria was kneeling in front of the fireplace stuffing it full of wood. I managed
to make it to a leaning sort of stance behind the sofa back. "I thought you said
there were some _clothes_."
"_Sorry_. I'm not prepared for visitors who don't bring their own."
"But I feel like a twelve-year-old girl at a slumber party."
"So, enjoy the feeling. Like I've said, everything's packed away. I mean,
there is a party dress in the closet, but to be honest, it covers up less than
that shirt."
"How do you know?" I sunk a few more inches behind the couch, "I'm behind the
couch and you haven't even looked."
"Believe me," she turned a grin my way, "I know what my clothes show." Such as,
I wondered, that her shirt had ridden up above the top of her panties a good
five inches of bare back. Or that her panties were stretched so taut that when
she leaned into the fireplace to light the kindling I could see the fullness of
her vulva down to the cleft.
"There," she stood up satisfied. "Why don't you drag that coffee table over here
in front of the sofa while I go get our plates and stuff. Might as well enjoy
the warmth. Have a nice dinner by firelight." I waited for her to pad off into
the kitchen before I moved. Fortunately by the time she returned I was in a
decent state.
Ria delivered forks and bowls of a rather simple but utterly delicious stir-fry
served over brown rice. The portions were just perfect. I was far enough away
from full that I could have easily eaten another whole bowl. The trade-off was
that when the food settled, I didn't have to fall down asleep. As well, Ria had
prepared a pair of ample glasses of wine. Instead of napping, I wanted a fill-up
on the wine.
Ria cleared away the dishes and after a banging of door returned with the
bottle. She handed it to me to pour--nudging her glass--for the both of us. The
bottle, I visibly shivered, was quite well chilled. "Fresh from the back porch,"
she answered, "the best nighttime fridge ten or nine months of the year."
The evening turned into one of the most pleasant I've had in a long while. We
just sat there in front of the fire drinking wine and talking in a way we'd
never really gotten to talk before. I quit worrying about the fact that the
lightly clad pout of her mound was clearly within my view. The texture and
pressure of my panties kept me constantly semi-erect, which had to be just as
visible to Ria as she was to me, but if I just didn't think about it my cock
stayed within manageable proportions. As the evening drew to a close, I stepped
over to put another log on the fire. "You should wear rose-patterned pink silk
panties more often," Ria commented to my backside, "you do look terribly cute in
them." I whipped around to see her face split by a huge grin. I stuck my tongue
out at her, a gesture she returned as she stood up and stretched. That sight was
dessert to me. The breasts thrusting out against the shirt from her arching back
was very pleasant as was the full view of her panties pulling up into her
crotch, but what really took my breath away was the exposure of her slightly
rounded tummy. I wanted to lay my head there and use it for a pillow. "Hate to
break up the party, but I think it's time for this old gal to turn in.
Tomorrow's going to be a _long, hard_ day." After she returned from the
bathroom, I went in and peed and used her toothbrush. Stepping away from the
fireplace, the rest of the house had gotten downright frigid.
When I returned to my seat in the room, Ria was cramming the fireplace full of
logs. She had moved the table, and there were pillows and folded sheets and
blankets atop it. Then she stood up and poked at my thigh with her toes. "Come
on, stand up so I can pull that out into a bed."
"Oh, you don't have to go to all that bother. Just a pillow and a blanket and
I'll be fine."
"I don't think you'll be very comfortable."
"Why not?"
"Because that won't leave me any room except directly on top of you." Ria must
have read my confused look exactly. She glanced at the bedroom door, which had
been closed. "You're crazy if you think _I'm_ sleeping in there. No bedding and
the furnace is turned off. You're more than welcome to spend the night on a
bare mattress in a freezing cold room, but don't you ever tell anyone that it
was my idea."
With the arrangements thus clarified, I stood up and helped unfold the frame and
pull the futon into place, put on the sheets and things. I decided to go pee one
more time. When I got back, the only light left in the room was the roaring glow
from the hearth. Ria seemed to have gone instantly asleep. I slipped under the
covers on the vacant side of the bed. At first I thought there were far too many
blankets on, but quickly I realized how right Ria had been. I started getting
pretty chilly even there in the bed. Ria was no doubt a bit snugger, having
seized the side of the bed facing the fire. She was even turned away from it. I
was thinking of sort of slowly scooting over towards her, strictly to pick up
some of her warmth. Instead she cuddled up against me. That was just perfect
except her hand came to rest along my flank. With the every rise and fall of our
breathing, the movement of our bodies seemed to cock the wrist a bit more,
eventually threatening to let her hand drop directly over my crotch. After a few
minutes I gently lifted the hand up to my shoulder. A few minutes after that Ria
stirred slightly, snuggling, nestling up completely against me. In the process,
her hand dropped directly in my lap. I couldn't figure out what to do next. My
penis is no different from any other--it _likes_ to be touched. I tried altering
my breathing in relation to hers, but that didn't do much to keep her hand from
lightly brushing against me. And then, after not much longer, I had to quit
pretending it was all because of our body motions. Her hand was _rubbing_. I
whispered her name but she didn't answer.
"Ria," I hissed, "what are you _doing_?"
"Mmm, I'm stroking a nice big hard cock, what do you think I'm doing."
"I _know_, but what I mean is _what are you_ doing?"
"I think it's the same nice big hard cock I've been looking at all day long.
What have you been thinking about all day long, hmm?" she rolled my pelvis
flat and slid her hand under the elastic. "You've been walking around with
quite a hard-on all day long. I call this the original all day long dong. And
I want to suck it."
"_Ria_, what are you doing?"
"What?" she mock pouted, "don't you want me to put your stiff penis in my warm,
wet mouth? Think how luscious my tongue is." Ria sort of twisted and turned and
sat up, legs tucked under, leaning my way. The warm length of her thigh pressed
against me from midway of mine on up past my waist. My panties joined the crowd
of covers in retreating past my knees. She leaned and caressed the full blown
length of the shaft with both hands, fingers lingering with a spidery dance atop
the crown. "Your lips," she downright cooed, "say _no! no!_, but they're really
not very good liars, are they?" That said, she dropped down upon me with her
mouth. She went to town so bad so fast I thought she wanted to bring me off
within seconds. My sperm were safely buckled into their fleet of rockets when
she stopped cold. What came out of my mouth was not a very brotherly groan.
"Did you think _this_ wouldn't have an effect on me all day long? I
_thought_ about you while I was taking my bath. Mmm, to be honest, I thought
about you _twice_."
"I had, uh, kind of guessed that."
"Was I . . . _loud_?" she sat astride me, rubbing her silky crotch up and
down my shaft.
"There was a lot of splashing, but really, it was, uh, the towel. I _smelled_
you on it."
"So did I. And I was hoping you would. Say," she started sliding her way up my
torso, "you haven't told me how _I_ look in my panties."
"Well, there's not really a lot there to discuss."
"Maybe you just need a closer look," she growled. With that she inched over my
arms. Her pussy lips were so flushed the narrow strip of silk couldn't wholly
contain them. I snapped from the sensory overload. I couldn't maintain the
facade that I was having a slumber party with my sister. It _was_ my sister and
it was the start of one hell of a _party_, but we were fast heading to the
opposite end of the spectrum from anything to do with slumber.
"Do you like my pretty cunt?"
"Ohh, Ria. _So-o-o-o_ good." Not only was the fabric so sheer, but wet as it was
it went nearly transparent. Whenever Ria shifted her hips I could hear the
squishiness of her. My brain was going crazy over the swelling smell of her sex.
As she lowered herself more I lifted my head and let my tongue come out to make
introductions. I could nearly touch her and I could certainly taste her.
I don't know if they tied at the sides or if Ria just ripped them at the
seams. The result being that the panties came off. And dropped right down on
my face. For the brief instant before she slithered them off away I
experienced first-hand the shroud of the Man Who Died the Happiest. And then
the curtain was lifted.
"Oh _god_, Ria, your cunt is _so_ beautiful!" I could think of no greater honor
than having my sister lower her love down upon me for a long sticky kiss.
"Ohhhh, yeaaa. Lick your little sister's slit. Mmmm, don't you love her
creamy little pussy? Oooh yea, suck her clit! oh god yea, make her come all
over your face."
One thing I've learned in life is how to follow directions. Ria ground her hips
down, thighs squeezing my head while her pussy humped my face. She gave a scream
they probably heard way down back in town. My face was awash in her delicious
nectar when she lifted herself off me. I reached up and grabbed her hips, my
fingers fondling the firm flesh of her behind, and pulled her back down. It was
just such a lovely sight, Ria's sex full in the bloom of arousal. I wanted to
kiss it again. And I did, deep French, full on the lips, lingering long, lips
parted, my tongue spelling out the vocabulary. Much quicker than I expected I
felt the roils of thunder roar up her thighs. Ria had one of the most
cataclysmic orgasms I've ever witnessed. While she recovered, I covered her cunt
with the lightest of kisses, our lips like the wings of butterflies brushing.Ria
raised up and slid down, twisting our legs into a knot of crotches humping
thighs. She leaned down and seized my head and began kissing wide circles around
my face. After awhile, my tongue got sort of scared of her tongue. Then she
grabbed ahold of me full, dragging me on top of her as she rolled onto her back.
Her legs were wide and our parts were touching anyway. Ria had recovered her
voice to just above a pant. "Please," she stated, "fuck me now."
"It will be," I honestly answered, "my greatest pleasure."
Which, exactly, it was. She reached down to guide me in, and once I was started
on my heavenly journey, I inched my long way in so-o exquisitely slow. We were a
pair of unending moans. Ria came again low and crazy as I buried the last
measure to the hilt. I bit my tongue to the taste of blood to back away from the
edge myself.
"God," she groaned, "why weren't we doing this twenty years ago? Fuck me, baby.
Fuck me crazy all night long."
I'd barely started to oblige when Ria came again, effortlessly and
extravagantly. I thought it might be nice to turn her into a slightly different
position, but she pulled me back down. "We have time enough for _everything_,"
she whispered. "Right now I want you pinning me down and plunging away. _Ravish
me_, now!" Her ankles locked behind me, buckling me in for the ride. And forever
we fucked like crazy. I paced myself well, not wanting it to ever end. I felt
like a surfer, with Ria my crashing ocean. I rode her from crest to frothy
crest. I was off in some sort of universe where pleasure constantly expanded but
never peaked and ended. But then Ria groped back and found my balls, giving them
a gentle squeeze while grunting, "_Now!_"
I'm sure I didn't deposit but a nearly invisible fraction of a gallon of semen
in her cunt, but it sure felt like I was giving her full measure. I trickled off
forever, matched by her own diminishing quavers.
Even then she wouldn't let me go, just sort of gently rocking me in her cradle,
her cunt kissing my spent cock. The soothing coos as she caressed me with the
tips of her fingers and tongue. Her hands magically made my shirt disappear. She
rolled us over, removing her own. She reached down and gingerly cupped me,
stroking me, then brought her fingers to her lips. "Mmm, you and me together."
She shared the secret with a kiss. "The way it was always meant to be. I've
wanted you for as long as you've wanted me. What do you think it was that set us
against each other's throats so early on? I was eight when I hazily understood
the idea of what fucking was. And I wanted only you to do whatever all that was
to me. To me and only me."
No longer joined, Ria was free to shift and give me the treat of a perfect view
of her breasts. "Here's what you've been trying to see all day. And funny thing,
I've been trying to get you to see them all day." I watched mesmerized as her
hands played with their fullness exactly as my hands wanted to. Then she placed
my hand on one of them and bent down, her other hand offering the other to my
mouth. The hand that had guided mine retreated down my chest, the fingers
tickling through my pubic hairs until it reached her destination. I hated to
even hint at doing anything else, but the night was not unending and I was
exhausted from the day, and exhausted from just thinking about another full
day's labor.
"Um, I thought you said we had a long hard day ahead of us tomorrow."
"I did," she giggled, "but I didn't say that any of it involved anything that
had to do with getting out of bed. Nothing we did today was anything that needed
to be done. Just _this_. Everything else was setting the stage."
The sounds of Ria went throaty and deep as she pressed her breasts back and
forth against my hungry lips. I managed to free up a hand to play down at the
juncture of her legs too. She growled and whimpered, "I have you all for my own
for four days. I'm finally going on my honeymoon."
"What about afterward?" I wondered aloud.
"I guess I'll just have to follow you home and seduce your wife."
"Oh yea?!"
"Sure. Once we get comfortable with being a writhing snake pit of adultery and
lesbianism and incest, I'm sure we'll all be always having a _wonderful_ time."
I gave Ria a big blank look. I couldn't imagine how she could maintain her
levity. Already my fingers were knuckle deep in her froth. "Us girls are good at
sharing. I'm sure she won't mind letting you pump my pussy, not when I bury my
face between her thighs and show her my appreciation." She chuckled, "What you
have to realize, _big_ brother," the emphasis on the amazing activity going on
in the pumping of her clenched hand, "is that after I get four days at you, you
won't be able to survive without me. I know I've already had too big a taste to
do without you."
Ria straddled me and sank down long and low and luscious. Our moans rode down in
the same elevator. Once we really got going, Ria was slinging herself around in
the saddle. One of her hands went waving above her head like it needed to be
twirling a lariat. I was more than willing to be her bucking bronco all night
long. I surrendered completely, grabbing her ass and grinding her down tight
against me, lifting my hips and sinking myself as deeply as possible into her
sweetness. "Oh yea, ride me wild, baby! Go _crazy_."
We were fornicating like a pair of prairie dogs out in the wilds of the west. As
in every great Western, Ria rode me off into the wild sunrise. Ah, sunrise,
sunset, it got to where I couldn't tell the difference.
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