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Subject: Title story: "Closing Up the Cottage" Author: TABOO MAN 58991758
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Date: Tue, 08 Nov 2005 23:03:52 +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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