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 Title: Sisterfest Ch.  01
Summary: Lara and her brother are invited to a very special party...
Keywords: inc,fic
   Part 1: The Set-up
   Lara was getting nowhere with Finn, and beginning to wonder if she ever
would; everything she tried, every sexy outfit, every short skirt, every
thrust of her bra-less breasts under her tight T-shirt, every flash of her
almost non-existent panties was getting no reaction out of him; he just
resolutely looked away, or frowned and flicked over the page of the book or
magazine he was reading.
   "It must be me..." she thought, "I'm not good enough for him, that has
to be it, he obviously thinks I'm some kind of skank, there's no other
explanation..."
   This train of thought sent her to her room in tears, that her older
brother, the most beautiful boy in the world, who lived in the room across
the corridor from hers, who sat down to eat with her every day, and who
unblinkingly watched her parade up and down in the most mind-boggling
assortment of sexy, cutesy, or downright slutty outfits, didn't know she
existed, or didn't think she was worth noticing, or didn't care, because he
thought she was a slut.
   Lara was in a bad way, her heart pining for Finn, tall, perfect,
black-haired, blue-eyed Finn, with his classic, sculpted features and
strong white teeth; elegant, cultured, kind, thoughtful, considerate Finn,
the boy who liked everyone else in the entire world, but who couldn't spare
a single glance for her.
   Lara and Finn were both at university, Lara in her first year studying
Materials Sciences at De Montfort, and Finn in his second year at Oxford
Brookes, studying Mechanical Engineering, and they were both home now for
the summer.  Their family home was in Ledbury, Herefordshire, where they
lived with their mother, their father having disappeared shortly before
Lara's birth, and never heard from since; Lara of course had never met him,
and Finn couldn't remember him, so his absence had never made a great deal
of difference to their lives together as they grew up.
   Because of the small difference in their ages, (Lara was almost 19, Finn
had just had his 20th birthday), the siblings had grown up closer than
other siblings with a wider age-gap, and most people thought they were
twins anyway; they both had the same sleek, glossy black hair, striking,
deep-blue eyes, and clear, pale skin, and at 5'8", Lara was only 4" shorter
than Finn.  She was a slender girl, but shapely and alluring, her110lbs
perfectly distributed, with a slim 22" waist and flat, toned stomach, her
flared hips setting off her round, juicy little bottom and perky,
delectable 34B breasts perfectly.  Finn, on the other hand, was 6' and 180
pounds; nearly 10 years of playing rugby, first for his school, now for his
university team, had kept him in perfect condition, with the deep chest and
solid stomach, wide shoulders and solid, tireless legs necessary to play
his preferred position, Prop-Forward.
   *
   Finn glanced up as Lara made a hasty exit, breathing a sigh of relief as
he adjusted his painfully constricted erection inside his jeans.  Damn, he
thought, didn't she know what she was doing to him?  It was bad enough the
tall girl with the long, black hair and the skin like alabaster was the
loveliest thing he'd ever seen, she had to go and have a figure that could
stop traffic, and dazzling blue eyes a man could drown in, and yet she
seemed to be unaware of all that, parading around him in skimpy outfits
like he was a wax dummy, unable to respond to the sexual attraction that
rolled off her and battered him with wave after wave of mind-twisting lust
for her.
   "Why the fuck does she have to be my sister?" he mourned in the silence
of his head, "It's not fair!  If only she wasn't my little sister, Christ,
I'd wear her out!"
   Finn made his way to his room, his hand clutching himself lightly; after
a day of Lara's presence tempting and taunting him, he was coming in for a
case of Lover's Balls that would probably make medical history, and even
frantically wanking like a safari park baboon wasn't going to completely
relieve the ache in his balls; whatever relief he could give himself now
was going to be short-lived; there was still the rest of the day to get
through, then tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that, a
whole summer of trying not to explode as his alluring sister paraded around
all but naked, blithely ignoring him, making his life a living hell.
   Once in his room, he studied himself in the mirror, sadly accepting that
Lara would never, could never find someone like him in the least bit
attractive; he'd seen the kind of boys who constantly buzzed around her,
they all had that pallid, intense, fashionably lean and tousled look she so
obviously preferred, and he knew he didn't stand a chance, not compared to
them; who was he kidding, he was just her lumbering big brother, that was
all she was ever going to see him as, and his fantasies about her were
never going to come true, not in a million years.
   Finn sighed, resolving yet again to stop thinking about her, she was his
sister, everything he was thinking about her was wrong, and sick, and
perverted, there were laws, and family reasons why it could never be.  Even
as he rationalised his reasons for avoiding and abhorring her, almost
without conscious thought, his hand slipped into his shorts, and he began
to squeeze and fist himself, fantasy images of Lara once again unreeling
behind his eyes.
   *
   Lara thought Finn was the most perfect male specimen she'd ever seen;
the sight of him lounging casually in a faded old sweatshirt and excitingly
tight rugby shorts, his eyes flicking across the pages of a textbook or
sports magazine, invariably set her pulse racing and her heart hammering;
even scragged-up, with his hair tousled and a two-day shadow stubbling his
perfect, chiselled jaw-line, he still looked to her like he'd just stepped
out of the pages of GQ Magazine.
   While her view of him may not have been entirely objective, plenty of
her friends felt exactly the same way about him, and had already spent
several fruitless years throwing themselves at him, subtly and blatantly.
Finn had always refused to take the bait; he didn't know what he wanted,
but he knew he didn't want any of the girls who made their interest in him
obvious.
   He was also honestly at a loss to understand why Lara's friends kept
making passes at him; it said much about him that he never once considered
himself attractive or good-looking, or even vaguely handsome, although
there was a small army of girls who'd be prepared to argue that at some
length; he just thought Lara's friends were teasing him, or setting him up
for some stupid teenage prank.
   All that aside, however, none of Lara's friends, or any of the other
local girls, or fellow uni students, had ever held more than a passing
interest for him; his tastes ran more to the tall, black-haired, blue-eyed
type, and it was a long time before he could finally admit to himself that
all his (short-lived) girlfriends and occasional one-night-stands and party
pick-up's looked disturbingly like his little sister.
   That was when his campaign to ignore her began to take shape; Finn was
appalled that he could look at Lara and see not only his sister, but also a
beautiful girl he'd fuck without a moment's hesitation, and the inner
policeman we all carry around inside roared with outrage at that admission;
so, he reasoned, if he couldn't have her, he needed to eliminate her from
his thoughts, he needed to keep some distance between them, and the only
way to do that was to deliberately not see her, to ignore her, to make sure
she didn't give him the opportunity to capture her image and start him off
down another road of sick fantasising about her.
   Of course, living in the same house as her meant it was almost
impossible to avoid seeing her, hence the almost constant low-level ache in
his crotch.
   Lara meanwhile had been moved to try increasingly more desperate ways to
get him to even acknowledge her presence; not being privy to the turmoil
she was causing in him, she reasoned that he was only going to notice her
if she actually gave him something to notice; the skimpy outfits, and the
parading around damned near naked, the flashing of her juicy, thong-clad
peach of a bottom, these were all alien to her nature, something she'd
never think of doing to capture any other boy.
   But Finn was different; Finn was perfect, and she wanted him so badly it
was like a red-hot stone sunk into the middle of her, a burning, heavy pain
that wouldn't go away, that only he could make go away; but he only ever
ignored her, and every day a little more despair crept in as every day he
seemed less and less inclined to even notice her presence.
   Her friends were well aware of her obsession with her brother; as
previously noted, most of them felt the same way about him, but they were
pragmatic enough to realise and recognise that Finn was entirely
disinterested in them.  One friend in particular, Haley Moore, Lara's
friend since they were five years old, watched in distress as her best
friend slowly pined away, unable to have the man she wanted, and unable
find someone else.
   Haley had a cousin who'd been in a similar situation, so called her up
and had a long talk about what she'd done to remedy her own situation. 
What her cousin told her had shocked Haley deeply, but she also realised
that her cousin's solution was the only way for her friend to get what she
wanted, or move her on forever.  Haley took some detailed instructions from
her cousin, and made some calls, eventually setting up a meeting in a hotel
in Ludlow, over the county line in Shropshire, conveniently far from
Ledbury, with the people she hoped would be able to help her friend.
   A few days after this meeting, Lara received a call inviting her to
attend a weekend country-house party, a very special party, at an
undisclosed location.  There was only one condition; she had to bring her
older brother, single attendance was absolutely not permitted.  Lara was at
first understandably reluctant to go to a mysterious location on an
invitation that came out of the blue, but her ears pricked-up when the
caller told her that she'd been invited to attend on the recommendation of
her friend, and that attending the party could well resolve her problems
with her brother.
   That immediately decided her, and she agreed to convince her brother to
attend with her, the caller ringing-off after telling her the instructions
for what to wear, what to bring, and what would be expected of her, would
arrive shortly.
   Lara waited on tenterhooks until, finally, a package arrived for her;
inside was a list of preparations she was to make, what would be expected
of her as a condition of attending the party, and a rather opulent
invitation, with one peculiar omission; no actual address was given, the
invitation was completely anonymous, and couched in terms that provided no
information other than that a party was being held, and that she and her
brother were invited.  Detailed travel arrangements were listed for the
pair of them.  Her insides quivered at the thought, but also with
apprehension.  The easy part was over; she'd made her opening gambit,
setting her pieces in place, now came the hard part; how to manoeuvre Finn
into place on the board and lure him into Checkmate.  She had to get that
next part exactly right, or it would be Game Over, period.  Looking at the
invitation, she noted she had a week to confirm their attendance, so the
clock was ticking.
   Finn was lying on his bed day-dreaming, running his favourite reel from
the internal movie that played more or less constantly in his head; the
subject Lara.  The scene he came back to again and again was the one where
she climbed onto his lap, kissed him wildly, and told him "Fuck everyone,
fuck what they think, fuck the law; I want you inside me now, rip my
knickers off, Finn, I need a good fuck, I want to suck your cock, I want
you to lick and fuck my pussy 'til I scream, I want you to stretch my
arsehole wide open with that big cock of yours, and I want you to stick
your tongue in my arse and make me come, so what are you waiting for, come
and do me, now!"
   Almost of its own volition, his hand slid the waistband of his rugby
shorts down and squeezed the erection that beat and pulsed there, slowly
pumping his hand as he thought of the sexual gymnastics he wanted to be
indulging in with his gorgeous sister.  In his mind's eye, he watched her
black-haired head bob as she sucked his throbbing cock, then shifting to
her hair spread out across the pillow as he pounded his seven inches of
thick meat into her holes, hearing the small mewing sounds and sighing
groans she'd make into his mouth, her plum-red lips sealed to his as he
jack-hammered her cunt and pile-drivered her arse making him even harder,
driving him on and on.  He was miles away, floating in a pleasure zone of
his own imaginings, constantly revisiting his favourite fantasy fucks with
Lara, editing and inter-cutting the well-remembered scenes into new and
more exciting versions as she intruded more and deeper into his daydreams.
   "Oh God, Lara, yes, like that, sissy, harder, oh yes, yes, do that!" he
murmured, his hand pumping as the dream-Lara fisted his throbbing cock
before slipping her plump, pouting lips over the end and taking him down
her throat.  The image brought him to the brink, and as he teetered there,
the image of his cock slipping between her smooth round buttocks and
ramming into her tight little anus suddenly filled his mind, the tight,
pink little pucker stretching obscenely in a glistening ring around his
girth as he slid himself into her.
   "Ooooh God, Lara!" he groaned as he came, his cock giving a series of
strong, muscular twitches as sperm boiled out of him to splash across his
belly and chest in long splatters, pulse after pulse of spunk pooling and
splashing as he ejaculated more than he'd ever done before at the thought
of fucking Lara hard and spunking-up deep inside her tight arse.
   As he subsided with a softly moaned "Lara...Oh God, Lara..." whispering
in the room, Lara drew back from his door, her eyes wide at what she'd just
seen.  She was still a virgin, but she'd seen enough internet porn to know
what happened when a man masturbated, and the amount of semen that normally
seemed to be produced, and Finn had just blown out an enormous quantity,
more than she had thought possible.
   While she'd watched, wide-eyed in wonder at what he was doing, and
pulsing inside with overjoyed shock as she realised he was thinking of her
while he was doing it, and calling her by the pet name she'd had when they
were young and still close, another part of her mind entirely was wondering
what it would be like to suck that lovely meaty cock she'd just seen.  She
thrilled at the thought that she might soon get to hold that sculpted
flesh, to savour the taste and texture of the spunk he'd pump into her
mouth, and wondered whether she'd be able to swallow as much as he'd just
pumped out.
   The thought that she could finally be getting him to fuck her as well
made her tingle with anticipation; Lara was a virgin, yes, but she'd
already used various toys on herself in the privacy of her room at
university, always with Finn in mind as she pleasured herself, but none of
them compared to the wonderfully thick cock she'd just seen, and the
thought of Finn shoving that fleshly delight in her for real, wherever he
wanted, was definitely making her tingle and throb in all her special
places!
   She faded back from his door before he opened his eyes and spotted her,
grinning happily to herself; he was already wanking over her, so perhaps
convincing him to come with her was going to be easier than she'd feared;
maybe, just maybe, Finn Elliot wasn't going to be such a tough nut to crack
after all...
   *
   Finn had just finished dressing after taking a shower when there was a
hesitant knock on his door.
   "Come in!" he called, and immediately regretted it when Lara opened the
door and peeked in.
   "Finn, can I talk to you, please?  It will only be a minute, I
p-promise, I n-need your help!" she stammered nervously, fidgeting and
speaking so softly he could barely hear her.
   He nodded, perhaps more curtly than he intended, regretting it
immediately as he saw the look of apprehension flit across her face.  His
chest tightened as she stepped into his room wearing a tee-shirt with no
bra underneath, to judge by the two points poking up the front of the tee,
and tight shorts that made her slender, fabulous legs look like they went
on forever.  Finn could barely speak through his suddenly dry throat.
   "W-what's the problem, Lara?  Sit down, I won't bite, you know!" he
said, trying a little humour, and cursing himself for such a clumsy,
lumbering attempt at wit.
   Lara smiled fleetingly, and to Finn it was like the sun had come up in
his room, just that brief flicker was enough to ramp all his emotions up
another notch.  Lara sat down on the end of his bed, one leg folded under
her, seemingly not noticing they way Finn's eyes were almost glued to the
creamy, supple thigh now so prominently displayed.
   "Finny, I need your help; I have to go to this party next weekend, I
promised, it's a weekend house party, and I can't get out of it.  There's a
boy going to be there, he's been...pestering me at uni, and I heard he's
told all his friends he's going to fuck me if he has to tie me down to do
it, apparently he's decided I'm a prick-tease and he's going to teach me a
lesson!"
   Lara inwardly congratulated herself on slipping-in his own pet name, the
one she'd given him when she was small, knowing the associations it would
trigger inside him, and make him feel protective toward her.
   Finn swelled with anger at the thought of anyone forcing themselves on
his Lara; even if he didn't feel the way he did about her, he'd have been
outraged; this was his little sister!  With an effort, he forced himself to
calm down and wait for whatever else she wanted to tell him.  Her using his
pet name from when she was small didn't help, either; it just made her all
the more adorable, and he was having enough trouble focussing on her as it
was.
   "Go on, Sissy, I'm listening.  How can I help you?  Do you want me to
grab this prick and rip his scalp off?  I will, if that's what it takes to
teach him no means no!"
   Lara looked at him so piteously, so helplessly, all his feelings for her
reared-up and bit him in the heart; if she'd asked him right there and then
to shove a bunny-tail up his backside and hop naked down the High Street,
he'd have done it.
   "Finny, I want you to come with me; I need you to pretend to be my
boyfriend!  With you there, I know that creep will keep his distance! 
Please say you'll do it, you're so big and muscular and just...just so big,
all his little wanker friends will get the message as well and just back
off.  Please say you'll help me, please, Finny!"
   The little break in her voice at the end of her speech was inspired, she
had to admit; his slitted eyes and and firm-set jaw, the muscles jumping as
he fought to contain his anger at her "plight", made her heart overflow
with love (and lust!) for him; oh my God, he looked ready to fight dragons
for her!
   Finn was speechless; he'd never have expected a request like that from
Lara; she hardly ever spoke to him, she didn't even seem to know he was
there half the time, but now, now she was asking him to spend the weekend
with her, away from home, posing as her boyfriend; it was almost like part
of his fantasy was coming true.
   "Finny...Finn, are you okay?  Finn, please say something!" she almost
sobbed, playing the "distressed sister" to the hilt, snapping him out of
his haze.
   "Of course I will, sissy, if this bloke's bothering you, you're going to
need me there.  I'd love to come with you and be the big scary boyfriend!
One thing though; you look just like me, how am I going to pass for your
boyfriend when we look like twins?"
   Lara grinned at the question, the answer already prepared beforehand.
   "Finny, that creep only ever presses himself up against my bum or tries
to grope my tits!  I don't think he's even going to notice the resemblance,
he'll be too busy concentrating on how to get my pants off!"
   Finn smiled at her, Lara's heart almost missing a beat at the sight.
   "Okay, big brother or boyfriend, I'll be one or the other; either way,
I'll rip his arm off and shove it up his arse if he steps out of line.  I'm
in, Sissy!"
   Lara jumped up and flung her arms around him, hugging him tightly.
   "Oh Finny, thank you, thank you, I know you must have had plans, but
I'll make it up to you somehow, I promise!"
   Finn gently disengaged her; her perfume was a light, subtle, spicy scent
with overtones of bitter orange, and her hair smelled like passion-fruit,
and the two of them combined, together with her warmth and nearness, was
seriously turning him on; he was getting an erection, and the last thing he
wanted was for her to be feeling that pressing into her stomach as she
hugged him for the first time in what felt like forever.
   "Just let me know the address and I'll ask mum if I can borrow the
car..." he began, but Lara cut him short.
   "It's okay, Finn, they're sending a car, all you have to bring is a
couple of changes of clothes and your dinner suit, it's evening informal,
so black-tie, you do know how to tie a real one, don't you?  Please don't
wear that horrible elasticated thing!"
   Finn grinned ruefully.
   "Once upon a time; now, who knows?  I'll get granddad's old black tie
and practice so I don't disgrace you!"
   Lara smiled at him, a quick, sunny smile that made his cock jump, and
almost skipped out of his room.
   Phase 1 completed, she exulted as she made for her room, then the
reality of what she'd just done hit her.  Her eyes filled as she realised
how she'd manipulated him, using emotional blackmail to get him to do what
she wanted.  The guilt rose up as she thought of the anger and
protectiveness she'd seen in his eyes when she spun her story, and she very
nearly turned around and rushed back to confess the lie to him, to
apologise for using his feelings for her to get her own way, and for
trapping him in a situation he may never have wanted, only fantasised
about.
   Lara crept back to her room, guilt and apprehension now warring inside
her, with a healthy dose of lust as well, that scene earlier playing again
in her mind, Finn masturbating and calling her name as he came so
copiously...
   Lara debated with herself whether or not to call the whole thing off,
after seeing Finn's reaction to her pack of lies; he'd looked so gorgeous
being protective and big-brotherly, his blue eyes flashing like sapphires,
and part of her wanted to slink into his room, slip into bed with him, and
give him a resounding "thank you" for being so caring and protective, but
the thought that she may blow it all just when she was so close to getting
him in just that position pulled her up short; no, she decided, she'd have
to let him cook slowly for the next few days; waiting until the following
weekend definitely seemed like a better bet.  He'd bought the lie, and
whatever happened at the party should make him realise just how serious she
was about him.
   Lara waited on tenterhooks for the rest of the week, and the whole of
the following week, and while she waited, her plans for what she was going
to do with Finn warred with the guilt for having deceived and lied to him;
such a big lie too, considering what the weekend was going to be about,
until, by the time the following Friday rolled around, she was in a state
of high anxiety bordering on hysteria.
   She'd tried to blunt the edge of it by serially teasing him, walking
around day after day wearing just a t-shirt and minuscule panties,
invariably having to reach-up to get something off a shelf while in his
presence, and hearing the muted indrawn breath, grinning to herself as she
turned to see him with his nose buried deep in his book, but a tell-tale
bulge visible in the front of his jeans or shorts.  It didn't seem to be
working, though; inevitably, the more she teased him, the more she wanted
him.
   Part 2:Sisterfest: The First Day.
   When the day of the party rolled around, Lara spent most of the morning
trying to look hot but modest, chic but not a fashion-victim, trying one
hair style after another, and it was only the sight of Finn in a pale pink
Pierre Cardin shirt with the discreet logo on the cuff, and casually
elegant Ted Baker slacks, instead of his habitual Oxford University
sweatshirt and deliciously tight rugby shorts, that finally calmed her, as
she drank in just how delectable he looked.  Lara shivered with excitement
tinged with apprehension; tonight was the night, and if all went to plan,
he was going to find out what he really meant to her.
   Finn noticed her excited state, as well as the simple shift dress she'd
chosen to wear to travel down to wherever this party was going to be, also
noting that no matter how nondescript the dress was, it couldn't disguise
just how alluring her tight body was, or detract from just how stunning she
was with her huge blue eyes, her beautiful, serene face, her delicate
rosebud lips, and the mane of long, glossy black hair that swung in a
graceful bell with every movement of her head.
   "What's the matter, Lara, you seem a little, I dunno, tense, is
something wrong?" he asked, reassured only slightly by her hesitant smile.
   "It's nothing, Finn, it's just I've never been to one of these weekend
house-parties before, and I want to make a good impression!" she smiled
nervously, disguising as best she could the real reason for her
nervousness. Luckily Finn took her words at face value.
   "Don't worry too much, sis, if your friend invited you she obviously
feels you'll fit right in; believe me, Sissy, looking like you do, you
couldn't make a bad impression if you tried!"
   Lara beamed at that, while Finn reddened as he replayed what he'd just
said, but as far as he could tell, Lara took it as a genuine compliment,
obviously reading nothing more into it, and after only a few awkward
seconds he managed to get his breathing back under control.
   Before things got any more awkward, the doorbell announced that their
car had arrived, and Lara answered the door while Finn carried their
weekend bags out.  The driver bowed them into the back seat of a large,
old-fashioned black limousine-type car, although Finn wasn't able to
immediately identify the make or model, and stowed their bags in the boot
before climbing in.  As he started the car, the privacy screen rose,
cutting them off from the driver, and also preventing them seeing where
they were going through the windscreen, and, as all the windows were
heavily tinted to almost completely opaque, all they could see was just
blurred impressions of streets and houses passing them by as the car
prowled along almost silently.  Fin was inclined to be alarmed at first, as
they were effectively trapped in a blacked-out mobile cell, after all, but
Lara didn't seem too worried, and eventually Finn took his cue from her,
settling back into his seat and letting the muted hum of the car lull him.
   Lara had discovered a buffet cabinet in the passenger compartment, with
sandwiches and cold drinks in an ice bucket, and so they shared an
impromptu picnic while they sped toward their unknown location.  At first
they talked about what the party would be like, speculated on where exactly
they were going, Lara allaying Finn's suspicions by spinning a yarn about
how her friend was a devotee of 'Murder Mystery' weekends, and that was
probably what this whole cloak and dagger business with the blacked-out
limo was about.  She couldn't tell if he was completely convinced, but he
seemed to relax and after they'd lunched, she leaned against him while they
both dozed.
   The car slowing woke them both, and Finn checked his watch; almost three
hours had passed, so they'd come a considerable distance from Ledbury,
although for all they knew that could have just taken a wide, looping trip
around Herefordshire and be 500 yards from their front door.  The car
seemed to pass through some doors into an enclosed area of some sort, and
as it came to a halt, the door was opened by a large man in a black suit,
white shirt, and black tie, wearing dark glasses and a forbidding
expression.
   As Finn gave Lara his hand to help her out of the car, he caught a
glimpse of the outside before the doors the car had come through closed
with a hollow thudding noise, but what he'd glimpsed was unrevealing, just
a line of trees and a strip of blue sky above, so still no real clues as to
where they actually were.
   The driver passed them, carrying their bags, and the man who'd opened
the door indicated that they should follow him.  They walked through the
corridors of what was obviously a very large, exquisitely decorated, and
very elegant country house, red plush, Regency-stripe wallpaper and ornate,
beautiful, and obviously antique and very valuable wall-clocks very much in
evidence, as well as highly decorated plaster ceilings with Regency-style
dental mouldings, intricate ceiling roses, and elegant cornices and dado
rails, all very much in the style of John Nash.
   Lara and Finn walked in silence, drawing closer together, slightly
intimidated by the opulent decor and the sheer size and extent of the
building, and when Lara finally slipped her hand into his, Finn didn't
object; in fact, he was feeling the need for a little human contact
himself, here in this grandly intimidating warren.
   The man led them along a bewildering series of corridors, and up and
down short flights of stairs, to eventually arrive at a pair of immense
mahogany doors.  The man opened the door and indicated they go through, to
join the group of people already assembled there.  As they walked through
into the room, the doors closed behind them with a soft click.  Finn looked
at Lara, but she didn't look in the least apprehensive about the whole
manner of their arrival here, so he relaxed, studying the other people
around them.
   There were 15 or 16 couples, none of whom seemed to be much older than
him.  Finn was relieved; at least it was a young crowd, no older
fuddy-duddies, although none of them seemed the type to be enthusiastic
about spending a weekend solving 'The Murder At The Vicarage', or playing
at being super-sleuths.
   There was a table with bottles of sparkling water and soft drinks in ice
buckets, and Finn was just pouring a glass of Pellegrino for Lara when the
double-doors at the other end of the long room opened and three people came
in.  Immediately all talk ceased as everyone focussed on the new arrivals.
They were in their early to mid-twenties, two girls and a young man, all
three of them grey-eyed and chestnut-haired, with a strong familial
resemblance.  They had warm, welcoming smiles, and Finn assumed these were
their hosts for the weekend, although they looked a little young to be the
owners of such a grand and opulent house.  One of the girls, who looked to
be the older of the two, smiled as her gaze swept the room.
   "Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, thank you for attending our
little gathering, it's good to see so many of you here; we shall strive to
make your weekend a memorable one!"
   The way she emphasised the word 'memorable' caught Finn's attention, as
though it had special connotations for this particular gathering.  He
listened as the girl continued.
   "You may be wondering why you are here, but by the end of the weekend,
all your questions will have been more than satisfactorily answered, of
that you can be certain!  My name is Sylvie, and this is my younger sister,
Robyn, and my older brother Evan; we are your hosts for the weekend,
welcome to our home!"
   She smiled again, and Finn was taken by just how beautiful she really
was, clear-skinned, bright, gold-shot chestnut hair hanging almost to her
waist, dove grey eyes, tall and willowy.  She had a tight and alluring
figure under her rather daring skin-tight white satin jumpsuit, the
plunging neckline split almost to where her pubic hair would be visible,
and split from ankle to hip on both legs, allowing her long slender legs to
be fully on display.  But he also realised one thing; she was beautiful,
yes, but Lara was gorgeous; even dressed in a simple one-piece shift-dress,
she outshone the two beautiful brunettes, or any other girl in the room,
there was no question in his mind about that.
   While Sylvie was talking, Robyn had been quietly circulating through the
crowd, whispering to each of the girls in turn, who nodded and left her
partner to go and stand with the others near the double doors the trio had
entered through.  Robyn approached Lara, and whispered something in her
ear, Finn didn't catch any of it, but Lara smiled and patted him on the
arm, smiled brightly at him, and left his side to join the rest of the
girls thronging around the double doors.
   When all the girls were collected together, Sylvie smiled again and
addressed the group of young men left.
   "Gentlemen, as you've no doubt been made aware, this is a special
weekend, and the ladies have made a special effort as regards
their...attire for the festivities to come, so if you will excuse them,
they will have to leave for a short while, to get ready to look their best
for you.  Please, there are refreshments, I invite you to help yourselves,
we won't be gone long.  Until later, gentlemen!"
   With that, the doors swung open, and all the girls filed out behind
Robyn, Lara giving Finn a bright smile over her shoulder before
disappearing through the door, and Evan and Sylvie bringing up the rear,
with the doors clicking shut behind them.
   'Okay, so that wasn't odd!' thought Finn, puzzled at the need for the
girls to leave en-masse like that, and feeling a vague disquiet about this
whole affair.  Lara hadn't once mentioned this bloke she said she was
afraid of, in fact she'd rather hurriedly changed the subject when he'd
tried to bring it up, visions of cornering the guy and having a
big-brotherly chat with him, perhaps giving him a couple of discreet thumps
to teach him some manners playing in his head for a few seconds, but Lara
had seemed reluctant to talk about it, almost evasive now that they were
actually here.  Something was funny here, but funny peculiar, not funny
ha-ha, and he was definitely feeling out of his depth, confined in a room
with a bunch of strangers, in a place God only knew how far from home, with
no way to get back there; yep, he was definitely feeling on-edge and
off-balance right now.
   He poured himself a glass of sparkling water and considered his options;
he could leave, but not without Lara, and God knew where she was in this
warren right now, or he could stay, wait and see if this whole build-up was
part of the 'Mystery' they were supposed to solve this weekend, and try and
enjoy the mystery as it unreeled.  He decided to wait and see; Lara had
seemed chipper, unworried, almost smug when she'd disappeared from view, so
Finn decided to let the evening bring whatever it did; if things happened
he wasn't happy with, then he'd take steps, but until then, he'd hold his
peace.
   Time dragged on, and Finn, feeling the pangs of hunger, dug into the
sandwiches and canapes provided, managing to have a decent snack while
waiting for something, anything to happen.  There was precious little
conversation; nearly everyone else there seemed to be as uneasy as him, and
from the few remarks he overheard, he realised that an inordinate number of
the guys there were there with their younger sisters, just like he was,
which led him to wonder just what the hell was really going on here.
   Just as the tension had risen to almost unbearable levels, the double
doors swung back, and Sylvie and Robyn strode through; but what a
difference now!  Sylvie was dressed in a clinging, red micro-dress, her
hair swept over her shoulder, and teetering red stilettos.  Robyn was
dressed in almost the same outfit, but her dress was a glossy black, almost
like PVC or latex, with her long hair caught in a pony-tail tied with a
silver band.  All eyes were suddenly on the two stunning girls, and when
she was sure she had everyone's undivided attention, Sylvie smiled and
stepped forward.
   "Gentlemen, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long, you know how
it is, sometimes it takes a little extra effort to make that bigger bang!
The ladies are waiting to show you their chosen attire for the evening, so,
if you please...the ladies!"
   On cue, the girls filed back into the room, but what a change; gone were
the simple dresses and casual combinations, now they were dressed to
thrill, to entice, to attract and distract, and it was working, judging by
the sudden in-drawn breaths and open mouths!
   None of them were wearing dresses; in fact, most of them were wearing
almost nothing, instead bikinis, bustieres, teddies, and corsets were much
in evidence.  Finn's mouth fell open as Lara strutted towards him wearing
the tiniest black panties he'd ever seen and a brief matching bustiere, to
stand in front of him, hands on hips, posing in killer heels and lacy black
hold-up stockings.
   "This is for you, Finny, do you like it?" she whispered, her nipples
clearly visible through the sheer material of the bustiere.  She stretched
her arms above her head and slowly turned, displaying her perfect bottom,
the thin, clinging material of her panties disappearing into the cleft
between her buttocks.
   Finn stared in lustful astonishment, aware only of her, and the erotic
image she portrayed as she posed for him, until the need in his own crotch
brought him back to reality.  A furnace was now burning below his waist,
and he was aware that Lara could see his excitement, but this time he
wasn't ashamed for her to see, to know what he was feeling in her presence.
Judging from the low-voiced cries and comments coming from the other men in
the room, they were feeling the same thing, as the girls, a galaxy of
loveliness, strutted and posed in front of them.
   Sylvie spoke again, cutting across the murmurs and giggles now audible
in the room.
   "Gentlemen, I know you were wondering why you were brought here, to my
home, to enjoy this weekend.  Each of you was invited at the request of
your younger sister, for one reason only; she wanted you to come here,
because only here, this weekend, could she tell you what she felt for you,
and do the one thing she's always wanted to do with you.  Gentlemen, you
are here because your sister wants to fuck you, she wants you to fuck her,
and here, in this place, you can do that, with no judgement, no
recriminations, no consequences; you are safe here to indulge any fantasies
your sister wants to explore with you, to do those things with her she's
longed for you to do."
   She paused to let that sink in, waiting until the murmured comments and
exclamations died away before continuing.
   "Gentlemen, if you don't want to do that, if you feel that this is
something you can't do, you are of course at liberty to leave, now; this
isn't a prison, and you are not captives, but if you do leave, I must tell
you; you will never be invited to return.  I would ask that if you do
leave, you never mention this meeting, but I know human nature; however,
consider this; you arrived here in blacked-out cars, and you will leave the
same way, in order that we protect our location; this is a GPS dead-spot,
so your cell-phone GPS apps won't work here, so really, you can tell anyone
you like, anything you like, and it won't make any difference.  Why? 
Because these things don't happen, and almost no-one will believe you..."
   Sylvie looked behind her, and smiled at Robyn, who stepped next to her
and slid her arm around her waist.  Evan appeared from nowhere, and both
girls split apart to allow him to step between them, his arms sliding
around their waists.  He grinned at the group of stunned young men and
preening, scantily-clad girls as he spoke.
   "Gentlemen, this is a place of sexual experimentation as well as a place
for you to explore the needs of your sisters, and enjoy her favours, or
anyone else's, for that matter.  There are no rules, nothing is forbidden
except the following; there are no names, no-one will exchange details,
telephone numbers, email addresses, anything like that; other than your
sibling, no-one here knows you, and it must remain that way; you are
anonymous for a reason, and must protect that anonymity, just as it will
protect you.  The cardinal rule, however, is: if a girl says no, she means
no, and there is no negotiation or alteration possible on that point."
   He paused, again waiting for the susurration of whispered comment in the
room to die down.
   "Each of the ladies has been given a bracelet, only Sylvie, Robyn, and I
have keys for them, and on that bracelet is a panic button; pressing it
will cause the male with her to be removed from here and this group
immediately and permanently.  The bracelets cannot be removed, any
tampering with them will send an alarm to Sylvie, Robyn, or me, and our
security staff will deal with the matter accordingly.  Remember, gentlemen,
no-one gets hurt, ever.  You have each been assigned a room, what you do in
there is entirely up to you, provided the rules I just mentioned are
adhered to; otherwise, have fun, be gentle, and remember, your sister
brought you here because of how she feels about you, so please honour and
respect the step she's taken, and be sure you thank her appropriately!"
   While Evan spoke, his hands had disappeared from around his two sisters'
waists, and now, the two girls turned to him and kissed him deeply, before
kissing each other deeply, soulfully, their lips and tongues working, and
Finn couldn't help but see, like everyone else in the room, that his hands
were underneath their dresses, that they had no panties on, and that Evan
was running his fingers over their glistening slits, between the cheeks of
their bottoms, and rubbing slowly over their pink little anuses as they
kissed and tongued each other.  Sylvie and Robyn broke their kiss to smile
slyly at the assembled brothers and sisters.  Robyn now spoke, her face
flushed as Evan's hand continued to work between her legs.
   "This house is shielded from using mobile telephones, but even so, we
still can't allow their use here, especially if the handset is GPS-enabled,
just in case, so each of your sisters has a bag with your names on it. 
Please take off all watches and personal jewellery, and put it in the bag,
along with your telephone handset, and leave the bag on the table by the
door; it will be sealed and locked in the strong-room by myself and one of
our security team, and returned to you before you go.  There is no time
here, ladies and gentlemen, and for the duration of your stay, you will
live in a perpetual 'now'; all the windows have sealed shutters, so you
won't know if it's day or night, all you will know will be the time you
spend exploring, understanding and loving the one who loved you enough to
bring you here.  Please feel free to indulge your every whim, to
experiment, to try new things with new people if that's what you want to
do; as my brother has said, nothing is forbidden except that no-one be
forced or harmed.  There are several fully-stocked pantries, the ladies all
know where they are, please, eat and drink whatever you please, whenever
you please, it's here for you to enjoy as the mood takes you.  There will
be several banquets and buffets during your stay here, you will be alerted
thirty minutes before one is due to start, whether or not you choose to
attend is entirely up to you.  There is no alcohol allowed here, for
obvious reasons, but we have a wide range of soft-drinks, fruit juices, and
boutique bottled waters from around the world, please, help yourselves."
   She stopped speaking to catch her breath; obviously, whatever Evan was
doing was catching-up with her.
   "The first banquet and mixer is tonight, the bell will sound thirty
minutes beforehand, everyone is requested to attend, but there are no
rules; what happens at the banquet and mixer is entirely up to you, all of
you, but I think I can promise you a festive night you might just remember
for the rest of your lives!  Until then, your time is your own, I urge you
to take it and use it to get properly acquainted!"
   Robyn smiled, accepting a kiss from both Sylvie and Evan, then turned
back the assembled group.
   "We are believers in true hedonism, in living a life of joy and sexual
experimentation, with none of society's rules to hinder and hamper us, and
we take a great delight in living a sybaritic lifestyle to the best of our
capabilities; for this weekend, we welcome you to join us as we share our
lifestyle with you.  Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Sisterfest!"
   Finn had been listening with only half an ear; his attention had been
fixed on his ravishing sister, and the sight of her wearing lingerie he'd
only ever imagined her wearing in his most fevered fantasies.  Lara had
somehow moved into the circle of his arms, and now he was aware that his
need for her had concentrated itself in his groin, in his straining
erection, and Lara was pushed right up against it, the cleft in her bottom
the perfect place to hold and cuddle his raging hardness.
   As soon as Robyn finished speaking, Lara turned and smiled at him, then
stood on tiptoes and kissed him lightly on the lips.
   "I love you, Finny, and I'm sorry I lied to you to bring you here, I've
wanted you for so long, and I didn't know how else to get you here, are you
mad at me?"
   Finn took her by the shoulders and looked deeply into her eyes, seeing
only the truth, and smiled reassuringly.
   "I can never be mad at you, Sissy, you know that!  But..."
   "Lara's eyes widened, apprehension apparent in every line of her.
   "But what, Finny, what were you going to say?  Finny, tell me!"
   Finn swallowed a sudden lump in his throat, still not really believing
what he'd just heard.
   "Why me, Sissy, of all people?  I know what kind of boys you like, I see
them all the time, they never leave you alone, I'm not like them, look at
me, I'm just me..."
   Her eyes filled as she reached up to stroke his face, the look of hurt
puzzlement on his face tearing at her heart.
   "Yes, you are you, and you're all I want Finny, you're all I've ever
wanted; me and every other girl in Ledbury!  I don't want any of those
skinny fashion victims, I want you, I always have!  This is no joke, Finny,
it's not a setup, it's real, it's you and me, and I'm telling you now, I
want you, and only you!  Is that clear enough?"
   Finn looked searchingly into her eyes, looking for any hint she was
lying, that this wasn't some elaborate, cruel prank, but saw only the
truth. He smiled, and reached out to wipe her eyes.
   "Loud and clear, Sissy!"
   Lara pulled him down to once again brush her lips against his, then
stepped back, once again posing for him, blushing happily as he looked her
up and down appreciatively.
   "It's all for you, Finny, and anything else you want, I told you, I love
you!" she whispered, reaching up to brush her fingertips across his cheek
and lightly caress his lips.  Finn reached for her, pulling her closer by
her hips, unable to stop himself gently kneading the soft flesh padding her
hips as he did so, Lara smiling as she draped her arms around his neck.
   "Am I allowed to kiss you, Sissy?" he grinned, and Lara responded by
grinding herself lightly against him as she licked his lips.
   "You're allowed to do anything you want to me, Finny, that's why you're
here!  Kissing is a good start, but there are so many other things we can
do, back in our room; shall we go there?"
   Finn nodded, uncomfortably aware of the throbbing bulge in his slacks,
the throbbing not helped by Lara lightly trailing her hand over it and
gently squeezing him as she stretched up to once more lick his lips, a
butterfly-kiss promise of things to come.  She smiled up at him, the happy,
sweet smile he remembered from when they were younger, and took his hand.
   "Come on, Finny, let's go, your room awaits, and so do I!"
   As they walked hand in hand toward the double doors at the end of the
room, Finn saw a lovely, shapely blonde girl, dressed in the most daring
white lace teddy he'd ever seen, with stockings and platform stilettos,
crying bitterly by the wall, Robyn talking to her in low tones, and a boy,
who was obviously her brother, standing back and looking by turns
embarrassed, angry, and guilty.
   "Oh poor girl, he turned her down!  Now she has to leave too, and she'll
never be invited again!" whispered Lara, her eyes filled with sympathy for
the pretty girl who'd been rejected by her brother, and also a glint of
anger that he'd done it so publicly.
   "What a cruel, thoughtless dick!" she whispered fiercely, "He could have
done it discreetly, not in front of everyone like that!  Poor girl!" and
Finn could only agree, although he was at a loss to understand how such a
beautiful girl could be so enamoured of such an ordinary-looking specimen.
   "It takes all sorts, I suppose, and there's no accounting for taste, but
still...!" he mused to himself, returning to reality as Lara's fingertips
once more lightly brushed the bulge at his groin and leaned up to whisper
in his ear.
   "It's "us" time now, Finny, take me to our room, sweetheart, there are
so many things I want to show you, to tell you, and to do with you, I want
you so bad right now, let's go!"
   Finn grinned happily as Lara led him down a corridor lined with
identical doors on each side.  As they approached one door, an amber LED
set discreetly in the ornate moulding above the door lintel flashed in time
to an LED on Lara's bracelet.  Finn tried the door, and it swung open
smoothly but heavily, hinting that it was of more than standard
construction, but poised so well on its hinges that a slight pressure was
that was required to move it.  Finn looked around in wonder at the opulent
décor, the rich furnishings, the thick, sensuous carpet, and the massive
bed, larger than any king-size he'd ever seen.  Lara smiled happily and led
him into the room, Finn unresisting as he tried to take in the magnificence
of their room.
   "So Finny, now we're here, what do you want to do?" she murmured, her
eyes downcast demurely even as Finn tore his eyes away from the
magnificence of the room to feast on the wonder that was his younger
sister.
   Fin reached out and took her chin, lifting her head up so he could look
her in the eyes.
   "Sissy, now I know why I'm here, I don't know whether to be happy,
amazed, or overwhelmed!  There is one thing I know for certain, though; I
want you, I've always wanted you, I can't remember a time when I didn't
want you, and now you've brought me here, I want you so badly it hurts!  I
just wish I was smart enough to work out long ago that you felt about me
the way I've always felt about you, then none of this would have been
necessary!"
   Lara smiled, her eyes sparkling as she reached for him, Finn likewise
reaching for her, to pull her into a tight clinch as their lips met with
almost bruising force.  As their tongues fenced and explored inside each
other's mouths, their hands squeezed and explored, feeling the victory of
forbidden territory finally conquered.  Finn slid his hands down to cup and
squeeze her luscious buttocks, pulling her hard against his burgeoning
erection; Lara in turn ground herself against him, feeling at last the
pressure of his straining erection as it pressed against her swollen labia
for real, something she'd only ever dreamed and masturbated about.
   Finn relinquished his hold on her peach bottom, his hands fumbling with
the catches on her bustiere, while Lara in turn began undoing his shirt
buttons, working her way down until she pulled his shirt out of the
waistband of his slacks, and tugging his shirt off, running her hands over
his smooth muscular chest and bulging abdominal muscles, savouring the
smooth satiny warmth of his bare skin against her hands.
   Finn, however, was in his own seventh heaven; having managed to undo all
the hook and eye fastening up the back of her bustiere, it now fell away to
leave her stiffly erect nipples poking solidly into his abdomen.  Finn
stepped back to look at her in all her glory, his frank stare making Lara
blush and bite her lip as she looked away.  Her eyes widened as she felt
his hands on her small, firm, pouting breasts, her nipples rubbing against
the palms of his hands, sending shivers all the way though her body.  She
looked back up at Finn, and saw his rapt gaze on her bare breasts, and
gasped as he suddenly dipped down to catch a nipple between his lips, the
sudden pleasurable sensation almost buckling her knees.
   As his lips and tongue worked on her nipple, one hand holding her breast
as he suckled her, his other hand slid into the back of her panties, a
finger caressing her tight little rosebud before slipping past and further
under, to slide along the crease between her labia.  Lara gasped as she
felt her lips swell and part immediately, her arousal pulsing through her
womanhood as the man she wanted more than anything in the world caressed
and touched her so intimately.
   Lara quickly unbuckled Finn's belt before all rational thought left her,
pushing his slacks down and leaving him in just a pair of tight,
trunk-style shorts, his swelling manhood clearly outlined against the
tightly-stretched material.  Without hesitation, she reached out to squeeze
and fondle him, Finn growling with lust as she squeezed his cock through
his shorts.
   Lara was trembling now, with unfulfilled need, with lust for him, and
because of the sensations sparking though her as Finn suckled her while he
stroked and gently teased her labia apart.  At last she could stand the
suspense no longer, sliding her hands into the waistband of his shorts and
pushing down, releasing his big cock from its hiding-place.  Finn gasped as
his cock snapped upright, released from the constriction of his underwear,
to feel the warmth of Lara's small hands as she slowly rubbed and caressed
him, gazing in lust-filled wonder at the large cock and equally impressive
set of balls depending from it.
   "Finny, it's...it's so beautiful!" she murmured, unable to take her eyes
off her prize.
   Finn responded by pulling her closer and grinding the solid bar of flesh
against her tingling slit, making her gasp and shudder with delight.  Lara
in turn held herself against him, her lips finding his as she ground her
slit, and ever more sensitive clitoris, against his solid erection, making
both of them gasp as they frotted each other.  Finn tugged at her panties,
Lara responding by pushing them down and wriggling them off, all the while
making sure her mons stayed pressed against him, not wanting to miss any of
the wonderful sensations as he rubbed himself against her most tender,
sensitive parts.
   Suddenly Finn stopped, holding Lara away from him as he looked into her
sparkling sapphire eyes, those same eyes now wide in surprise and
consternation.
   "What...what, Finny, don't...not now...Finn...!" she moaned, thinking
she'd somehow offended him, that he was going to leave now, and this would
all be over before it had ever really started.  Tears formed at the corners
of her eyes, and now it was Finn's turn to look shocked.
   "No, Sissy, no...don't...don't cry, baby, it's okay, wait!" he murmured,
picking her up in one easy motion and cradling her in his arms.
   "Not like this, not just groping at each other, I want it to be better
than that!" he whispered, his lips brushing her cheek, her eyes, nuzzling
her hair.  In two strides he was at the bed, sitting down on the edge with
her on his lap, his hands smoothing over her as he drank her in.  Lara
looked up at him, seeing only love and need for her in his eyes.
   "I thought...I thought you'd changed your mind!" she stammered, relief
washing over her as he smiled back at her, his lovely smile making her
pussy twitch and shudder with need.
   "I told you once, Sissy, I wanted you so bad it hurt, I wasn't lying!  I
just want to hold and kiss you properly, to explore you, and kiss and taste
all of you properly, not just grope and grab!  I don't want to have sex
with you, Sissy, I want to make love to you, that's all I've ever wanted to
do to you!"
   Lara swivelled around to sit astride him, his solidly erect cock rubbing
against her damp, sticky labia, and rubbed herself against him as she
pulled him down to kiss him, really kiss him, for the first time, their
kiss this time fed by love and mutual need, not just simple, animal lust.
Finn's hands slipped down from her waist to hold and squeeze her plump
little buttocks, the feel of those delicious globes so much more
satisfying, and much, much sexier than in his fantasies of her, of how her
body would feel.  Lara meanwhile, continued to grind and rub her slippery
little pussy against him, sliding her lips along the underside of his hard
cock, letting him feel how hot she was for him, letting him know who she
belonged to now.
   As she kissed him, her tongue exploring his mouth as his explored hers,
Lara gradually urged him backwards, until Finn was lying on his back with
Lara writhing and squirming on him as she kissed him hotly, feeling the
heat of his blood-engorged cock as she rubbed her swollen labia on it. 
Finn slowly manoeuvred her until they were lying on their sides, bodies
still pressed together as they kissed with almost bruising force,
long-suppressed urges finally let loose as they played now with no
inhibitions, no holding back.
   Now they broke their kiss, Lara moaning as Finn kissed her neck and
throat, luxuriating in the feel of his lips as he lightly dusted her with
kisses, moving gradually downwards.  Lara sighed and leaned back as Finn
gently kissed her breasts, pushing his hand sunder the small of her back,
making her arch her back as he once again sucked her nipple between his
lips and rubbed his tongue lightly against the hard rubbery nub.  Lara
sighed and caressed his face, twining her fingers in his hair as he lapped
at first on nipple then the other, alternately licking and sucking, teasing
the flesh into hard little points.
   As he kissed her nipples, his fingers lightly rubbed her labia, slowly
sliding between her lips to tease and stroke her, making her writhe with
her need for him, and clutch convulsively at him as he teased a
particularly exciting or sensitive place.  Finn continued to suckle at her,
his fingers slowly sliding into her, each stroke taking him deeper inside
her, gently pressing her lips apart, until he stroked the hood of her
clitoris.
   A jolt of electricity seemed to flare through her, Lara crying out at
the sensation of being touched there for the first time by someone other
than herself.  Finn knew what he was doing, though, and as he licked,
nibbled, and sucked her nipples, he increased the pressure until he was
frigging her, sliding his fingers into her as he lightly rubbed her
clitoris, Lara responding by lifting her hips against the pressure of his
hand, silently asking him to do more.
   Now Finn continued kissing down her elegant torso, pausing to kiss her
flat stomach and admire her neat little navel, planting a delicate kiss
into the little jewel, making her shiver with an erotic frisson, before his
questing lips moved down, and down, until he was at the very apex of her
slit.  Lara bucked and shivered as his tongue-tip gently poked into her
slit, probing between the swollen folds of flesh, rubbing against her
engorged clitoris, the little bead of flesh standing erect and hard,
waiting to give her pleasure.  Finn stared, enthralled, at the neat folds
of flesh concealing her secret place.  The bare lips, damp with a layering
of her juices, were swelling even as he watched, turning a pale coral as
they engorged with her arousal, her delicate scent rising more and more
strongly now, rich, and sweet, tangy and delicious.
   Finn moved between her parted thighs and kissed her puffy little slit,
inhaling the warm scent of his sister as he did so, the sweet, tangy, salty
smell of her making his cock even harder; somehow he knew she'd taste
delicious, and dipped his tongue down to find out, edging open the creases
of her labia to lick the little hooded nub of flesh.  Almost immediately a
small flood of sweet juices flowed out of her, Finn lapping at her and
swallowing the delicious tangy nectar flowing from her sweet-smelling
pussy. Lara was writhing under him, rubbing her crotch against his face as
he licked, lapped, and probed at her, holding his head as she gave little
mewing sounds of pleasure.
   Finn slid his hands under her bouncy little bum and grasped a firm cheek
in each hand, lifting her up and holding her against his mouth as he
worshipped her, lightly sucking on her throbbing clitoris, driving her wild
as the almost unbearable pleasure flooded over her; frigging herself had
never been like this, now at last she knew the pleasures of a man's tongue,
her brother's tongue, and she knew that was something she'd always need
from now on.
   At last, stimulated almost beyond endurance, her tight little pussy
convulsed as the first power-wave of orgasm swept through her, Lara
screaming as she gave in to what her brother was doing to her.
   "Uuunnngghhh, God, Finny, it's so good...so good, Finn...ooohh yess,
ooohhh yess!" she moaned as wave after wave or orgasmic delight surged
through her, feeling like sexual energy was crackling and bursting out of
her as she came like never before.
   Finn never stopped lapping and sucking at her, drinking her nectar as it
poured from her, revelling in the sweet tangy taste of her.  Whatever
happened from now on, he knew he'd never be able to stop doing this with
her; he needed this now, he always would.
   Her storm passed, leaving Lara weak but glowing with sexual
satisfaction, love and desire for Finn arcing through her, leaving her
determined that this new-found connection and sexual compatibility of
theirs would never fade and die; Finn was her man, and that was how she
thought of him now.
   Finn slid up beside Lara to once again clamp his lips around her nipple,
making her gasp as his tongue rubbed the sensitive flesh.
   "What can I do for you, baby?" Lara whispered, her hands already holding
and squeezing his distended cock, "Can I suck you, Finn, can I taste you
now?" she asked, wanting nothing more right now than to feel his powerful
cock pulsing between her lips, to squeeze and pump him as she sucked him,
and to taste his cream as he ejaculated in her mouth and down her throat.
   Finn rolled onto his back, Lara following him, to kiss him hungrily as
her hand jerked his cock, spreading his clear lubricant along the length of
his shaft as she slowly masturbated him.  Now it was Lara's turn to kiss
him tantalisingly in a line along his smooth torso, licking and then
blowing on his nipples, making him gasp with the sensation, kissing his
muscular stomach and enjoying the feel of his abdominal muscles against her
lips, before finally kissing the tip of his surging cock, the sensation
making Finn gasp again.  Lara kissed along the length of his shaft, soft,
loving little pecks, until she reached his scrotum, and slowly, one at a
time, sucked his balls into her mouth, rolling the seeds carefully and
gently in her hot mouth, Finn almost sobbing with the sheer eroticism of
the act.  Lara rose up on her hands and knees and climbed between his
thighs, taking his cock-head in her mouth and licking the velvety crown,
tasting the clear lubricant seeping from the tip and smiling at him as she
fellated him.
   Finn sighed when Lara looked up at him, the sight of her beautiful
cornflower-blue doll's eyes looking at him over the cock in her mouth
almost unutterably lewd and sexy, and he watched, fascinated, as Lara began
bobbing her head, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him while she fondled
and gently squeezed his balls.  Finn closed his eyes, afraid that the sight
of Lara with his cock in her mouth would tip him over the edge; he wanted
to be inside her for that, he wanted to hold her against him as he pounded
himself into her and filled her with his seed.
   Finn held his hand out to her, and she reluctantly pulled her mouth away
from him, realising this wasn't what he wanted, not yet, and kissing him
all the way, slid back up to lie alongside him.
   "What do you want to do baby?  She whispered, licking his lips as her
hand continued to pump and squeeze his cock.  Finn opened his eyes and
smiled at her, pulling her closer so he could kiss her soft lips all over
again.
   "I already told you, Sissy; I want to make love to you; that's all I've
ever wanted to do with you!"
   Lara smiled, and once again her lips descended to his, kissing him
gently at first, then more and more wildly as his hands rubbed and caressed
her, touching her, doing things to her, setting her skin on fire.  Finn
held her close as he rolled over to lie on top of her, Lara instinctively
opening her thighs to allow him to rest between them.  Finn continued to
kiss her, his tongue fencing with hers as their lips stayed glued together.
Lara could feel the solid mass of his erect cock as the underside pressed
against her damp little slit, and as she kissed him back as fervently as he
kissed her, she began lifting her hips, dry-humping her slit against him as
he began to saw his cock against her, the pressure of his cock against her
labia making her pussy tingle deep inside.
   Finn raised himself up on his elbows, his hand in the small of her back.
Lara could feel the head of his cock as it butted up against her, and
lifted up to kiss him once, stroking his face gently as she did so.
   "Please Finny, this is what I want, please, make it good for me!"
   Finn smiled reassuringly, preparing to slowly drive into her, then
pausing.
   "Sissy, are you...have you...what I mean is...?"
   Lara looked deep into his blue eyes, so like hers, and smiled gently.
   "This is the first time for me, Finny, I waited for you, so please, go
slowly, don't hurt me!"
   A small tear trickled from her eye, and Finn stared at her in shock.
   "You're a virgin?  Sissy, we don't have to do this, not now, if you want
to wait it's okay, we have time...!" he gabbled, aware now that she was
frightened, of the pain, of him hurting her, of the finality of the act
they were so close to committing.
   Lara rubbed the tear away and smiled.
   "Thank you Finny, you're so sweet to think of me, but I waited for you,
I only ever wanted to do this with you, make me happy, baby, do this for
me, I want you so badly!"
   Finn looked into her eyes for a few seconds, checking that she really
meant what she was saying, then nodded, satisfied that she was ready.  As
he prepared to enter her, another thought occurred.
   "Sis, how about...you know...protection...?"
   Lara grinned at him.
   "Since I was sixteen, Finny, so please, darling, just fuck me, I'm
ready, honest!"
   Finn held her close, their lips meeting in a kiss as he pushed himself
forward, the tip of his cock feeling her damp heat as he slipped into her,
his cock-head opening and stretching her slowly.
   "Ooohhh, slowly, Finn, it...slower, please...!" muttered Lara, and Finn
paused, before continuing to slip slowly inside her, the delightful
tightness of her vagina making him twitch as he pushed further into her. 
Lara gritted her teeth as he stretched her open; there was some pain, but
not like the horror stories she'd heard, and she could feel what pain there
was lessening as he moved further inside her, slowly stretching her even
further with his thick cock.
   At last, over the feeling of fullness from his cock, she felt the brush
of his pubes against her labia, and realised he was fully inside her.  Finn
leaned down to kiss her, the movement jarring the cock buried in her and
making her gasp.
   "Okay, Sissy, this is it!" he whispered, beginning to withdraw. 
Immediately, a welter of sensations whirled and scattered inside her,
slight pain, pleasure, love for her man, arousal, all combining into one
avalanche of pleasure as he withdrew and then slid back in, stretching her
all over again.  Lara gasped in pleasurable surprise, feeling at last what
sex could be like, her hips lifting instinctively to meet him as he thrust
back into her.  As she thrust back against him, she instinctively tightened
her constrictor muscles, gripping and rubbing him as he slid into her,
realising how this must feel for him from the way he gasped and immediately
sped-up.
   Finn pumped gently into her, unsure how he should go; he'd never been
with a virgin before, and he was torn between anxiety that he not hurt her,
and almost overwhelmed with the erotic charge that came of having
deflowered a virgin, and not just any virgin; his virgin sister, no less!
   "This is your sister, this is your sister...!" he repeated to himself,
resisting the urge to pull her legs up over his arms and hammer himself
into her.  Lara, meanwhile, could feel something building inside her,
tension and arousal spinning into a something that was going to explode,
she could feel it, she needed to make it go away, she needed Finn to make
it go away.
   Finn adjusted his position, unable to resist pumping a little harder,
seeing Lara react by humping back even harder at him.  At last, she
couldn't contain it any longer.
   "Harder, Finny, ooh God, harder, pleased yess, like that, like that!"
she groaned as Finn pumped even harder and faster into her, that littler
knot inside her now growing bigger, fuller, ready to burst.
   "Yess, ooohh God, yess, yess, Finny, that's it, like that like that,
like that...!" she shouted, her orgasm now almost a tangible thing,
threatening to burst inside her any second now.
   Finn leaned down and crushed his lips to hers as he rammed into her, and
that was enough to send her over the top.
   "OoooHHH God, Yesss, YESSS!" she screamed as the most intense orgasm
she'd ever experienced ripped and tore through her, burning through her
like endless bursts of sheet lightning , blinding her as pleasure almost
too much to bear filled her and crackled from every nerve ending in bursts
of raw sexual energy.
   Finn gasped as her pussy tightened around him, stopping him in his
tracks, the feeling tipping him over the edge as well, and he groaned out
loud as what felt like an endless spray of semen burst out of him to paint
her inner walls.  Again and again he sprayed his spunk inside her, filling
her with what felt like pints of hot sperm, his body convulsing as he came
and came, endlessly pouring himself into her, overwhelmed and almost
overcome with emotion as he emptied himself into the girl who'd haunted his
dreams for so long and whirled nakedly through his every waking fantasy!
   At last the jets of spunk died away to a trickle, and Finn held her to
him as he rolled over, his stiff cock still buried to the hilt in her,
holding her close to him as she shuddered and trembled with aftershocks
from her incredible orgasm.  Slowly her eyes focussed, to see Finn lying
next to her, feeling his arms around her, sensing his lips no more than a
hairsbreadth away.  Lara reached out and kissed him gently, lightly licking
his lips and watching his smile.
   "Thank you, Finny, that was just...amazing, thank you for making my
first time so special!  I love you, baby!" she smiled, conscious of his
thick cock still buried in her.  Finn smiled and kissed her back, his hands
sliding down her smooth back to hold and gently squeeze her luscious little
behind.
   "Did I ever tell you, you're the most beautiful girl in the world?" he
murmured, squeezing her cheeks and sliding his fingers over her taut little
anus.  "Before this party's over, I'm going to fill you with my spunk,
Sissy; there won't be a minute my cock isn't going to be in one of your
holes, you are going to dribble spunk constantly, do you hear me Sissy?" he
grinned, and Lara responded by squeezing him with her pussy muscles, making
him gasp and grin.
   "Well of course, Finny, why do you think I brought you here?" she
grinned, then gasped as he rubbed her anus with some of the juices seeping
out of her tightly-plugged pussy, then slid his finger to the second
knuckle inside the tight, rubbery little knot.
   "Including this one, Lara, I want this one as well, and I will have it,
I promise you!" he murmured as he nuzzled her neck.
   "Anything for you, Finny, as many times as you want; I love my Finny,
and I'll do anything for him!" she whispered, slowly, rhythmically
squeezing the cock embedded in her clasping pussy.  Finn responded by
gently pumping into her, Lara grinning and continuing to tense and relax
her vaginal constrictor muscles, making him smile in return.  As they moved
against each other, their lips brushed as they kissed and nibbled,
whispered words of love passing between them as they made love gently and
tenderly.
   Finn held Lara tightly as he rolled onto his back, taking her with him
so she was now lying on top of him, their lips still locked as she pumped
harder now.  His hands slid back down to grasp a firm globular buttock in
each hand, squeezing and pulling the firm cheeks apart as Lara writhed on
top of him.  Her knees parted and slid down on either side of him, finally
allowing her to sit upright on him, his cock still firmly impaled inside
her as she rode him in the classic "Cowgirl" position.  Finn gasped as she
began instinctively rolling her hips as she rose and fell on him, screwing
her pussy around as she squeezed him, and his hands moved from her perfect
bottom to hold and squeeze her soft, firm breasts, gently pinching and
squeezing her long, stiff nipples, making her moan as she writhed and
ground herself on him..
   Lara began to feel that sensation inside again, as did Finn, his rolling
and squeezing of her nipples making hot electric flashes shoot through her
and pulse in her core.  As Finn held her breasts, she covered his hands
with hers, using his hands to pleasure her nipples as her orgasm once more
gathered pace.
   Finn could feel the changes happening inside her, his own thrusts into
her become harder, longer, bucking against her as she ground herself
against him, until once again, that bow-wave of light and singing pleasure
smashed through her, wiping out all thought as she hung in space, gasping
and shrieking silently as her brother pleasured her so completely.
   "Ooohhh God, Sissy, ooohhh Goooddd...UUUNNNGGGHHH!" he roared as he
came, once again an explosion of sperm bursting out of him to flood her
with his tribute to her, his ears singing and popping with the force of his
orgasm, the sensation of his sperm bursting out of him and into her a
cathartic, sweet agony, an endless explosion of inner heat that sang in his
bones and limned his vision with light as his eyesight whited-out.
   At last the surging, pulsing spray of semen died away, until only a
trickle bubbled from him, even that milked from him as her vaginal muscles
squeezed and rippled, the strong muscular contractions only slowly fading
away as her storm once again passed and left her calm, satisfied,
fulfilled. Lara slumped down onto Finn's chest, her heart hammering a tempo
to match his, only gradually slowing until back to normal.
   "Finn, darling Finny, that was incredible, thank you baby, thank you!"
she whispered, gasping slightly as his softening cock slid out of her. 
Finn smiled happily, his hands once more clamped around the perfect globes
of her bottom, gently squeezing and kneading them, enjoying the warm,
satiny texture, the feel of the young, firm muscles tensing and flexing as
she moved, and the exciting, tempting bounce and quiver when he gently
jiggled them.
   "You know something, Sissy?" he whispered, "You've got the most perfect
bum in the world, it feels wonderful, I might have to bite you later just
to make sure it's real!"
   Lara grinned up at him.
   "You can bite me as many times as you like Finny!  I was just thinking
the same thing about you; you've got so many lovely places to bite, I don't
rightly know where to start!"
   With that, Lara moved up slightly so she could kiss him, her lips soft
and moist against his.  Finn drank her kiss in, his hands roaming over her
as they kissed, feeling a stirring as his cock took notice of her all over
again.  Lara noticed too, breaking their kiss to wriggle against him as his
engorging cock prodded against her sensitive pussy.
   "Again, Finny, my God, are you ever not ready?" she grinned slyly,
catching her bottom lip between her teeth in a way he found almost
irresistible.
   Finn responded by pulling her soft, firm cheeks apart and rubbing a
finger gently over her tight little anus, making her jump and gasp, and
bore in to kiss him again even harder.  As they kissed, Finn slid his
finger into the taut little hole, Lara squealing softly into his mouth,
before rolling over so he was now on top of her.  Without breaking their
kiss, Finn once again slid his cock into his sister, listening to her groan
into his mouth as he stretched her sensitive pussy open once again.  As he
pumped into her he slid his finger in and out of her tight anus in time to
his pumping cock, Lara squealing and gasping into his mouth at the
delightful double penetration, their tongues fencing as they fucked once
again.
   Finn was in a world of sexual overload; the most beautiful girl he'd
ever known was writhing underneath him, his cock jammed inside her tight
pussy, and his finger reaming out her arsehole, and all he wanted to do
forever was more of the same.  That it was his little sister made no
difference to him now; he needed her so badly right now, he needed her legs
wrapped around him, and her arms locked about him, and her lips saying his
name while he stretched her holes and filled them to brimming with his hot
spunk!
   Lara picked up on what he was feeling, lifting her legs to slip them
over his shoulders so he could jam himself even deeper into her.  The two
of them pumped wildly against each other, her thighs against his chest,
almost nose to nose as they hammered feverishly at each other, the only
sound in the room the slap of flesh against flesh and the hoarse gasping
breath sounds of two lovers striving furiously for even more and deeper
sexual fulfilment.
   Finn powered into Lara, her firm little breasts dancing with the force
of his thrusting.  Lara was almost semi-conscious, her body and mind
overwhelmed by the pace and power of Finn's lovemaking.  Her hands clasped
tightly around his neck as she thrust up against him, her legs now firmly
wrapped around his midsection to enable her to thrust back against him. 
She could feel his cock swelling, his breathing shortening, and his thrusts
speeding-up, all signs he was nearly there, and she let herself go, no
longer holding back, grinding and humping for all she was worth, the
so-recent virgin now taking her full reward as she fucked her brother so
lustfully and energetically.
   "Ooohh God, Yess, Yess, YEESSS!  OH God, Finn, harder, harder, baby,
HARDER!" she shouted, grinding her clitoris against his pounding cock, Finn
responding with shorter, harder strokes as his own climax approached.
   "OOOHHH FINN, YESSS!" she shrieked, a blast of sheer pleasure blowing
through her like the back-wash from a jet engine, every muscle tensing as
she strained against him, all coherent thought gone, her pussy clamping
down around his surging cock in the extremity of her orgasm.  Finn gasped
at the constriction as she clamped down on him, the sudden delightful
pressure causing his orgasm to flare bright through him, once again a
pulsing bolt of white-hot semen bursting out of him to flood her inner
recesses and bathe her in his male essence, seemingly endless jets of semen
pouring out of him as he emptied himself into her.
   The last of his spunk pumped into her, and Finn slumped down beside her,
almost completely drained, sweat-soaked and trembling with exhaustion. 
Lara rolled against him, trailing her arm across his chest as she pulled
him down to give him a sweet kiss.
   "Thank you Finny, that was wonderful, I love you!" she whispered.  Finn
licked her lips and once again his hand slipped down to clench her enticing
little buttock.
   "And I love you too, Sissy!" he whispered, fondling the firm, bouncy
flesh as he planted little kisses all over her face.
   "What do you want to do now, baby?" murmured Lara, tracing his features
as he slowly recovered from all his exertion, making it clear he could do
anything he liked to her.
   Finn grinned at her, pulling her closer by her perfect bum cheeks.
   "Right now, Sissy, I want to find one of those pantries Robyn mentioned,
I could eat a horse and chase the jockey for dessert!"
   Lara grinned and slid off the bed, pulling him after her.
   "Let's find a robe for you, then, and I'll take you there; now that you
mention it, I could do with a little snack too.  Come on, slowcoach, I
thought you were hungry!"
   There were two brief bathrobes hanging in the bathroom, in each of their
sizes, and so, decently covered, Fin and Lara set off to find a meal.
   The pantries were a series of rooms lined with refrigerators.  There
were also glass wine coolers filled with soft drinks, and the fridges were
each stocked with cold meats, smoked salmon, crayfish, langoustines and
other shellfish, cold sliced pies, roasted fowl, green salads, boiled eggs,
and bowls of fruit salad.  Finn piled up two plates with lobster salad,
sliced beef, crab claws, and a liberal dollop of mayonnaise.  There were
several bistro-type tables scattered around, with a bread-basket and a
butter dish on each one, so they sat down to eat.  After a while some of
the other couples drifted in to join them at the other tables, obviously
looking to replenish their energy after what must have been an exhausting
session, to judge by the haggard looks on some of the boys' faces! 
Strangely, like Lara, the girls all looked chipper and relaxed...
   At they ate, they chatted in low tones about what had happened between
them, their chairs gradually moving closer to each other until they were
sitting almost hip to hip.  At some point, they'd begun feeding choice
titbits to each other, like it was the most natural thing in the world,
occasionally leaning in to lick or kiss crumbs away from each other's lips,
for all the world like lovers; and not just them either; the other couples
were doing it too.  Finn realised what they were doing, and smiled, Lara
catching the drift of his thoughts and smiling too; the whole dynamic
between them had changed permanently; they WERE lovers, partners, even. 
What had happened here tonight had changed them forever, moving them up
several notches from being simply brother and sister.
   At last, the inner man satisfied, for now, Finn picked up their ravaged
plates and took them over to the large scullery, where several dishwashers
stood open, racked their plates, then collected Lara and allowed her to
lead him back to their room, his eyes captivated by the sight of her
twinkling little bottom just peeking under the brief robe as she walked. 
Lara looked back and saw where he was looking, grinned cheekily and flipped
up the rear of her robe, flashing her delectable rump at him.  Finn of
course was unable to resist it, and his hand darted out to hold and squeeze
the pale globes, making her giggle and shimmy against his hand.
   "Naughty, Finny, just for that you have to kiss my poochie extra
nicely!" she giggled, then gasped as his finger slipped between those
quivering cheeks and slid a little way into the tight little knot of her
anus.
   "Ohhh yes, Finn, do that again, when we're in our room, do it to me
again!" she groaned.
   Once back in their room, Finn wasted no time in pulling Lara's robe off,
so he could once more feast on her nakedness.  This time, however, he
wanted to see every part of her, he wanted to kiss every inch of her, and
he wanted to lick and taste her.  The edge was off his appetite now; he'd
gorged on her all day, now it was time to sip, and taste, and savour.  Lara
seemed to feel the same way, her hands roaming over him, feeling his
muscles, the texture of his skin, the feel of his hair against her fingers
as she hand-combed his hair back off his face.
   Finn pulled her to him, his hands once more slipping down to cup and
squeeze her bottom as his lips grazed on her smooth, pale neck and
shoulder, but this time he noticed the crease at the tops of her thighs
where the buttock flows into the thigh proper, wondering that he'd never
before realised how exciting that crease could be.  Lara's nipples poked
him solidly in the chest as he squeezed and rubbed her, mute evidence of
how turned-on she was becoming by his scrutiny of her, by his lips moving
softly over her neck and shoulders, the base of her throat, and the lobes
of her small, neat little ears.
   His hands now moved up to briefly hold her lovely cheeks, then his
fingers found and explored her lumbar dimples, wonder again stirring in him
that he'd never noticed how erotically satisfying it could be to gently
circle them with his fingertips, again kissing her neck lightly as his
fingers touched and tasted her lower back and the tip of her buttock cleft.
His hands then drifted gently up her smooth back, the skin soft and smooth
and satisfying to his fingertips, feeling her life, her vitality thrilling
from every pore.  Further up his hands explored now, to take and hold her
shoulders, and study the smooth, elegant curve of her neck as it flowed
into her shoulders, before once more pressing his lips to her neck,
savouring all over again the texture of her skin as he kissed her lightly,
feather-touches that brought goosebumps of anticipation.
   Lara watched him take her all in, taking his time to see her, REALLY see
her, not just the parts of her that fed his fantasies, the realisation that
he was committing every line and curve of her to his memory taking hold of
her.  When Finn led her to the bed, she remained standing when he sat on
the edge of the bed, pulling her close to lick and then gently suck on her
straining nipples, the sensation almost driving her to her knees.  His
hands slipped back down to catch her buttocks, lifting and separating the
firm globes as he suckled first one nipple then the other.  Lara bit her
lip as he slid one finger into her anus, his other hand moving around to
touch and lightly rub at her moist pussy as he sucked and gently bit her
nipples.
   Lara's head was spinning as so many sensations spun and whirled inside
her at once; the thrills of pleasure from the single finger slowly but
deliberately pumping in and out of her tight bum hole, the fingers
caressing and rubbing her pussy, slipping inside her, then withdrawing to
gently slide against her straining, quivering clitoris, the feel of his
lips, tongue, and teeth against her sensitive nipples.  Now his hands
changed their rhythm, the finger in her anus pumping more insistently,
keeping pace with the fingers rubbing her clitoris and frigging her
honey-hole.  Her breathing began to hitch and stutter as more and stronger
waves of pleasure began to sweep through her.  Finn sucked harder, more
insistently at her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through her
and into her pussy, where the pleasure from the invading fingers rubbing
and tweaking her erect clitoris mixed and mingled into one hot, breathless
burst of orgasmic ecstasy.
   Lara's knees almost buckled as she came, her hands clamping hold of
Finn's head and pressing him to her breasts as he suckled her nipples, only
his hands, rubbing and touching her most intimate places, holding her
upright as she shook and shuddered, wave after wave of pleasure sweeping
and billowing through her.
   "Ooohh Finny, ooohh yess, like that, baby, yess, God, so good, so good,
love you, love you...!" she groaned, head thrown back and eyes closed
tight, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes with the force of her
orgasm, her damp, swollen pussy convulsing as Finn frigged her, drawing
every last molecule of pleasure out of her with his gentle, talented hands.
   Lara slumped against him, Finn drawing her onto his lap, to kiss and
hold her, her lips avid for his as the aftermath of her blinding orgasm
rippled and quivered in her.
   "Finny, you're...amazing, I love what you do to me, I love you so much!"
she whispered, planting small, heartfelt kisses on his face, Finn kissing
her back just as enthusiastically.  He could feel her quivering with
tiredness, and to be honest, after all their exertions, and the meal they'd
had, coupled with Lara's earth-shattering orgasm, he was nearly dead on his
feet, so he slid her onto the bed next to him, pulled the covers over both
of them, clamped his hands around her tight, delectable little bum, and
fell asleep, Lara cuddled up close to him, a small smile on her lips as she
slept the sleep of the roundly-fucked.
   *
   Finn woke feeling refreshed, relaxed, and completely at peace with the
world.  His well-developed student time-sense told him they'd been asleep
about three hours; they'd arrived here just after 2 o'clock, they'd played
for at least three hours, and now they'd slept about the same, so by his
reckoning, it must be about eight o'clock.  That meant the night was still
young; good!  Lara was spooned up against him, his arm thrown protectively
around her, and the feel of her firm bottom pressed against him caused his
semi-erect cock to stiffen to full stretch, poking solidly into her rump.
He wondered how long it would be before the sight, or feel, or scent of his
sister would stop him reacting that way; if there's a God, it will be a
long, long time coming, he silently prayed, giving himself up to the feel
of his little sister pressed against him.  Lara stirred, her eyes slowly
opened and she smiled at the feel of his arm around her, his bare skin
against hers.  She turned her head slightly, to see his eyes looking
directly into hers.
   "Hello, beautiful boy!" she murmured sleepily, turning round to hug him
and kiss his chest, simultaneously rolling his stiff cock deliciously
against her smooth belly and grinning at his soft gasp.
   "Hello Gorgeous Girl!" he grinned back, pulling her closer by her
bum-cheeks and gently grinding his solid erection against her pussy-mound,
making her gasp in turn.
   "You were supposed to kiss my poochie!" she pouted, her eyes sparkling
with suppressed laughter, before biting her lip in a way he found
completely adorable and breathtakingly sexy as she rubbed herself against
him.
   "I want you to kiss my poochie, you lovely boy, but I want a shower
first, Finny, come with me, I need you to do my back!" she wheedled, her
fingertips gently playing over his scrotum, stiffening his cock even
further.
   "We won't get that far if you keep doing that!" he sighed, his eyes
closing as she gently encircled his balls, her fingertip lightly rubbing
his perineum.
   For answer, Lara kissed him, slipping her tongue between his lips and
kissing him softly as her warm little hand gently squeezed his balls.
   Finn groaned and rolled on top of her, his tongue fencing with hers as
he slid his cock into her in one long, slow glide, feeling her hiss into
his mouth as he filled and stretched her pussy all over again.
   "Oh yes, Finny, do that, do that, oh yes, oh yes...!" she chanted softly
as Finn slowly pumped himself in and out of her, his hands sliding down to
the small of her back and pushing her nipples up to where he could suck
them as he fucked her.  Lara groaned at the assault on her sensitive
nipples, her hips bucking up to meet his as he thrust into her repeatedly,
his excitement rising as she rhythmically clenched and released him. 
Suddenly he pulled out of her, leaning back on his haunches to pull her up
to him.
   "Turn around, baby-girl, turn around...yes like that!" he murmured as
Lara, realising what he wanted to do, got on her hands and knees, his eyes
fixed on her beautiful, heart-shaped rear.  Finn gazed in rapture at the
sight of her bare, swollen little pussy, the labia still parted from their
earlier coupling, and her tight anus, the little pink knot quivering as she
flexed her taut arse-cheeks in anticipation.
   Finn walked on his knees up behind her and took hold of her smooth hips,
his throbbing cock pointing straight at her damp pussy, and as he watched
in almost a dream state, one of his favourite fantasy images coming to life
right there and then, he slid his cock back between her plump labia, Lara
hissing as he filled her once again, and pushing back against him as he
began once more pumping himself into her.  Almost without thinking about
it, he slid his hands under her rib-cage, to catch and squeeze her hanging
breasts, once again feeling her nipples stiff and straining between his
fingertips as he gently squeezed and rolled them.  Lara gasped and pushed
back harder against him, her taut buttocks bouncing and flattening against
his midriff as he simultaneously pumped into her.
   Lara was in a new world; the feelings she was getting from her darling
Finny fucking her in this way were too much to understand or even think
about; all she knew was the feel of him boring into her as she pushed back
against him was the most erotic thing she'd ever felt, a blizzard of
sensations sleeting through her as her man made love to her in such an
exciting way; she could feel her orgasm building, and Finn seemed to sense
it, his thrusts becoming harder, more powerful, nearly slamming into her in
his urgency.  Lara squeezed her pussy muscles tight around him,
intensifying the sensations for herself, finally pushing him over the edge.
   Finn felt her tighten around him, and he lost whatever minimal
self-control he still retained; his cock swelled, filling her as she held
him tightly, climax roaring through him as bolt after bolt of spunk jetted
into her, hot liquid spurts filling her up and squeezing out of her
overfilled pussy to spill on the bed below as her convulsing pussy milked
him of every drop of semen.
   As Finn climaxed, Lara suddenly felt her own orgasm gather and blow
hotly through her, her ears ringing as Finn filled her with heat, the sperm
filling her setting her off on her own gasping, whimpering high as wave
after wave of pleasure coursed through her, the feel of Finn squeezing and
pinching her nipples sending more and more electric jolts through her to
quiver in her convulsing pussy.
   Lara slumped down on the bed, Finn on top of her, his hard cock still
embedded in her, and his hands still grasping her firm breasts.  They lay
in their sweat, too winded to speak, waiting for the noise in their heads
to lessen as they recovered from their explosive mutual orgasm.
   Eventually, Finn slipped from her, to slump onto his back next to her,
still too winded to speak, but smiling back at Lara when she grinned at
him.
   "Now I guess we really do need that shower!" she twinkled at him, Finn
grinning as he pulled her closer to kiss her once more.  As their hearts
gradually slowed to something like normal, Finn finally caught his breath,
tilting her head back so he could nibble her lips.
   "You're mine now, baby-girl, never forget that; you belong to me, and
I'll always be yours...if you want me!" he murmured, dipping his head down
to plant gentle kisses on her throat and neck.  Lara looked up at him, her
eyes bright with unshed tears.
   "Finny...Finn, I'll always want you, I've always wanted only you, I'll
never let you go now; you're mine now, beautiful boy!" she smiled,
accepting a kiss from him and burrowing happily into the circle of his
arms, "Just remember one thing, Finn Elliot; you look at any other girls,
for any reason, and I'll fix you, just you wait and see!"
   Finn laughed, and gently smacked her quivering bottom, enjoying how the
firm flesh bounced and jiggled beneath his hand.
   "Shower-time, baby-girl, we smell exactly like what we've been doing, I
really need a shower, and so you, so come on, last one in has to let the
other one bite them anywhere they like!"
   "Ohhh, Finny, I'm so comfortable...!" groaned Lara, kissing him lightly.
Finn felt her lips form a smile even as she kissed him, and suddenly she
jumped of the bed and pelted for the en-suite shower, giggling as he
floundered behind her.
   Lara darted into the shower cubicle and stood under the showerhead,
posing and grinning.
   "I win, I get to bite you!" she sing-song'd, turning round and flirting
her spectacular little bottom at him, before pressing the button on the
wall.  A hot spray enveloped them both as Lara threw her arms around his
neck and kissed him deeply, lovingly.
   "I cheated Finny, so if you want to, you can bite me anywhere you like,
baby, okay?  Or maybe you 'd like to lick me as well...?" she whispered,
wriggling delightfully against him.
   Finn growled as his hands once more sought out their favourite handhold;
the cheeks of her little peach bottom, pulling her close against him.
   "I think I'll bite your bum, Lara, several times; I want to see what it
tastes like, Miss Lara Ffion Elliot!"
   Lara giggled and picked up the bottle of shower gel, dumping a good
squirt into her hand and rubbing it all over Finn's chest and midriff.
   "You do me, now, Finny!" she grinned, handing him the gel.
   Finn squirted the gel onto her shoulders and working it into lather,
spreading it down her torso, taking care to lovingly cover her breasts with
the slippery, soapy liquid.  Lara giggled as he spun her around and rubbed
gel into her back, all the way down to her buttocks, making sure he soaped
between the cheeks of her bum, rubbing a soapy finger gently over her
puckered little anus, before gently sliding it into her, Lara gasping and
wriggling at the penetration.  Finn pumped the finger in and out of the
tight little hole a few times, before sliding his hands around her waist
and up to cup and squeeze her breasts, tweaking and rolling her nipples,
making her gasp and wriggle against him all over again.
   Lara turned to face him, her hands filled with more liquid soap, and
grinned as she soaped his cock and balls, pulling back his foreskin to wash
his penis everywhere, squeezing him as she fisted his flaccid cock, and
smiling cheekily when he hardened in her hands.  Lara pressed her lips to
his before wrapping her hands around him to soap and scrub his back.  Finn
grinned and turned her round as he pulled her back under the spray, running
his hands over her and rinsing the shower soap off even as his pounding
erection slipped into the cleft between her buttocks.  With his cock
parked, he took a double handful of shampoo and worked it into her glorious
jet-black mane of hair.  Lara took over working the shampoo into her hair,
so Finn slid his hands around her again, squeezing her breasts and rolling
her nipples between his soapy fingers, before sliding a hand between her
legs to stroke and tease her pussy, slipping a finger inside her and making
her gasp as he stroked her clitoris, all the while rubbing his cock between
her buttocks.
   Lara reached behind to hold him, squeezing and sliding her hand up and
down his surging cock, holding herself away from him every time he tried to
push into her; she had other plans, something she thought they'd both
enjoy. So, teasing, rubbing, squeezing and kissing, they worked themselves
up, Finn almost exploding with the need to fill her with spunk again, and
almost beside himself with pent-up sexual frustration as Lara continued to
deny him her body, instead working him almost into a frenzy of lust-filled
need.
   Lara turned off the shower spray and pulled a bath towel off the rail,
rubbing Finn down briskly but gently, savouring the feel and scent of his
freshly-washed skin against hers.  Finn was in an agony of need, the sight
of her nipples dancing as she dried him playing hob with his senses; he
wanted to grab her, push her back against the wall, yank her legs apart,
and hold her up while he shoved his aching cock far up inside her, but this
was Lara, he could never do something like that to her.  Besides, her
secret little smile tipped him off that she had something planned, so he
suppressed his urges as best he could, and tried not to think of her
desirable body so tantalisingly close.
   Lara grinned to herself as she watched him almost writhing with pent-up
need, part of her wanting to give him relief, he just looked like he needed
her so much, but she steeled herself and held firm, knowing that what was
coming was going to make up for his discomfort right now.  Finn took the
towel and draped it around her, holding her against himself as he dried
her, the feel of her soft skin against him, the scent of her hair, the
closeness of her lips, and the rasp of her stiff nipples as they rubbed
across his chest driving him almost to distraction.  Once they were dried
off, Lara led him out of the bathroom, her hair turbaned in a towel.  Finn
rummaged in the closet and found a hair dryer, and lay on the bed watching
as she dried her hair, drinking in every curve and ripple of her tight
body, captivated by her nipples jiggling as she brushed her hair while she
dried it.
   Finally he could take no more, taking the dryer gently from her and
pulling her back onto the bed next to him.  Lara grinned as Finn kissed
her, his rock-solid cock pressing into her soft stomach as he pressed
himself against her.  He rubbed lightly at the crease between her legs, and
Lara grinned as she backed away slightly.
   "Uh-uh, no you don't, mister!  You were supposed to kiss my poochie, I
want you to kiss and lick my poochie properly, so when you're ready,
Finny!" she whispered, her eyes dancing with glee.  Finn smiled back, and
slid down the bed until his head was level with her pussy, the scent of her
arousal already apparent.
   "Like this, baby, I want to do it like this...!" she smiled as she
straddled him, facing the end of the bed.  Finn pulled her up until her
succulent little pussy was just above his mouth.  Lara reached out and took
hold of his stiff cock, admiring the sculpted baton of flesh, then gasped
as Finn pulled her down against his mouth and licked along her slit, her
hips twitching as his tongue rasped lightly along the length of her slit
from her hooded clitoris to the tense little knot of her anus
   "Ooooh yes, like that, Finny, like that...!" she moaned as he gently
licked and explored her, his tongue probing between the rapidly swelling
labia.  Lara lay down on him, her lips closing around the head of his cock
as he took hold of her cheeks with both hands, holding her to him as he
tasted and probed her, making her gasp and suck harder on his cock.
   Lara licked and sucked Finn's cock with gusto; the scent of him, strong,
masculine, fresh and delicious teased and tempted her palate, and the taste
of him was all she'd hoped for, remembering how she'd tried to do this
earlier, but hadn't had the chance to get properly into her stride before
Finn had fucked her instead.  Now she had the leisure to savour him, the
salty, slightly sweet taste of the lubrication seeping from him whetting
her appetite for what she really wanted.  Memories of Finn masturbating,
spraying huge pulses of sperm as he ejaculated ran and skittered round her
mind as she sucked him, and she knew she wanted to drink his cream when he
was ready to give it to her, to taste and slowly enjoy him, and see for
herself whether his spunk was as delicious as she hoped it would be.
   Finn was in a world of lust; to be here right now, holding her pussy
against his mouth as he licked and tasted her; it didn't get any better
than this.  All his fantasies about Lara were coming true, one after the
other; he could still barely believe he'd spent the afternoon and most of
the evening pounding his cock into her, and now he was eating her
delicious, fragrant pussy, rimming and tasting her deliciously tight little
anus, the feel, scent, and taste of her jibing exactly with his most
fevered fantasies and desires.  His sister was true hot, and the thought
that he was actually here, doing this, with her, made him feel weak, and
horny, and excited, and endlessly grateful that Lara wanted him as much as
he'd always wanted her.
   Finn sucked and licked for all he was worth, the sweet juices pouring
from her slowly driving him mad with lust for her, each drop of her essence
clicking him up another notch, his tongue and lips working licking and
sucking gently at her clitoris, driving her ever upwards, until she could
take it no more.  With a guttural moan, Lara stiffened, pleasure blazing
through her as she came, the pleasure reaching a new peak as Finn jammed
his pointed tongue as hard as he could into her tight little bum-hole, Lara
screaming as orgasm once again seared and roared through her.
   At the feel of her pussy convulsing against his mouth, and the flood of
honey-sweet juice that filled his mouth, Finn could hold back no longer,
and came with a deep, hissing groan, his balls tightening as his cock
pumped jet after jet of thick creamy spunk into her mouth.  The taste and
feel of him pouring into her mouth triggered an even more primal response
in Lara, her body convulsing with the depth of her release even as she
fought to keep up with the huge amount of spunk pumping into her mouth.
   Lara slumped down, her pussy twitching and shuddering as the tails of
orgasm spiralled through her and slowly dissipated, Finn's still-hard cock
in her mouth as she sucked the last tasty drops of his essence from him,
licking the head clean, and drawing a long, ragged breath.
   "Finny, that was, like everything else you do to me, utterly fucking
incredible!  I think I'll keep you!" she giggled, gently scratching his
scrotum with a sharp fingernail and grinning as he jumped.  She'd forgotten
where his mouth was, and Finn retaliated by nipping her clitoris between
his lips, making her groan as she too jumped.
   "No Finny, don't...sensitive...oh God, what have you done to me, now
you'll have to marry me, Mister Elliott!" she purred, pointing her
tongue-tip into the sensitive hole in the end of his penis and twitching it
slightly, making him jump again.
   We need another shower now, beautiful boy!" she murmured.  "There's the
mixer and banquet, we can't go there smelling like this!"
   Finn urged her up next to him, once again sliding his hands down her
back and squeezing her taut buttocks.
   "Baby-girl, I think everyone there's going to smell like this; I think I
can confidently predict that everyone there will have been doing exactly
what we've been doing!"
   Lara raised an eyebrow.
   "And what have we been doing, pray tell?" she asked in a mock-severe
voice, trying to look puzzled, but Finn could see the laughter in her eyes.
Finn looked at her just as sternly, or as sternly as he could while
squeezing and kneading her delicious bum cheeks.
   "Well, I don't know what you think you've been doing, Ms.  Elliott, but
I've been fucking the living daylights out of the hottest girl I've ever
known, and I plan on doing more of the same!  After the banquet, I'm going
to fuck the arse off you, speaking of which..."
   He leaned over to the bedside stand and opened the drawer, pulling out a
tube of KY Jelly.
   "I spotted this earlier.  After the mixer thing's done, I'm going to
bring you back here and fuck you in the arse; I said I would, you said I
could, so be prepared, darling sister of mine; tonight you're getting my
cock shoved in your tight, sexy little bum-hole!  Any questions?"
   Lara grinned as she looked him up and down.
   "You're all talk!  I'll believe it when I see it, until then, dream on!"
   Finn grabbed her and rolled on top of her, holding himself over her as
he looked down at her.
   "You're sure about this?  You don't have to do that just because I said
I wanted to, you know; I don't want to force you to do anything!"
   Lara pulled him down to her and kissed him.
   "I told you earlier; anything you want, any way you want it, I'm yours,
and I meant it.  I'm looking forward to you bum-fucking me tonight, Finny,
I've been dreaming about practically nothing else for months!"
   Finn grinned and rolled off her, pulling her close again, sighing
happily as the full and final realisation of what was happening here hit
him; this was real, it was really happening, Lara was finally his, she
wanted him, and they had made love so many times he'd lost count.  His lips
explored her hair as his hands slowly rubbed her body, Lara mewing
contentedly as she snuggled up against him.  Thinking of her, remembering
the day, the feel of his cock spearing into her tight young pussy again and
again, and planning how it would be for them going forward, Finn fell
asleep, fatigue and exertion finally winning out against his libido,
super-fit athlete or not.
   to be continued....
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