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Date: Sat, 13 Jun 2009 12:40:39 +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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