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 Title: Sisterfest Ch.  02
Summary: Finn and Lara spend their first night together.
Keywords: fic,inc
   Thoughts and small musings from the mind of Lara Elliot aged 19 (and a
little bit).
   So now I've finally got Finn exactly where I've wanted him for lo these
many moons now; poor Finny, I had to lie and lie, and then lie some more to
get him here, but he's such a sweetie under all that stupid rugby-player
stoic machismo, and I believe he was worth the wait.  The look on his sweet
face when I sauntered in dressed like the last slut in the box was
priceless, as was that gigantic boner I saw sprout like magic down there!
   When I backed into that thing and wedged it in the crack of my bum, it
was the culmination of months of plotting how to get my hands on it (OK,
but you know what I mean...), especially after I saw him hosing down after
tossing himself off and calling my name.  I suppose at that point I could
have just dashed into his room bare-arse naked and climbed-on, and possibly
saved a lot of time and effort and just plain arsing around, but I didn't
want to scare him off; for some reason, I seemed to make him jumpy, can't
think why...
   To backtrack a little, it's been a hot summer so far, and seeing him
every day, casually lounging around in baggy sweatshirts and wearing tight
sports shorts, with his solid, muscular bum, those long, he-man legs, and
that thing of his jiggling around in there like a rabbit bungee-jumping in
a pillowcase was almost too much to bear.
   Finally, on one never to be forgotten day, my friends and I were
lounging around watching TV and talking about boys, and sex, and the
likelihood of getting any in a town where most of the boys seemed to be
rejects from some secret genetic-engineering programme, and Finny walked
into the room pulling off his sweatshirt and asking about mum; I don't
think he realised we were there, but when he pulled that thing off, the
room went silent as six foot of bare-chested, sculpted, golden-brown
beefcake wearing just tight rugby shorts hit centre-stage.
   Poor Finny suddenly realised I wasn't alone, with all those girls
suddenly crossing their legs and staring puppy-eyed at him; he just
reddened, poor lamb, he really was so embarrassed, and I couldn't figure
out why; after all, what's so embarrassing about being ogled by a room full
of pretty girls enveloped in a mist of Oestrogen and struck down with a
sudden case of sticky knickers?  He beat a hasty retreat, but not before
I'd copped a proper eyeful of my very own household man-candy, and that was
when I began plotting in earnest to get him all naked and sweaty.
   My best friend Haley knew what I wanted and how I felt, and suggested I
decoy him into the nearest patch of woodland, yank his pants down, and
stretch my throat with that beautiful, manly piece of male architecture,
but there were other parts of me I wanted stretched first.  I wanted to
look into his eyes and suck his tongue, and nibble his lips while he fed
his pocket python into my juice-box, so that plan was nixed; it's still a
good idea, though; when we get home I shall definitely be decoying him into
the woods to give it a try, suitably modified by whatever else I learn or
come across this weekend, of course.
   Poor Haley, she's wanted so hard to sample Finn for so long; she's
petite, blonde, blue-eyed, sexy, and shapely, with an extravagant set of
knockers; in fact she's everything a guy's supposed to want, and she worked
it good.  The girl was incorrigible; she'd sit there talking to me while
Finny lounged in a chair reading, with her eyes fixed on his crotch.  Every
time he looked up, she'd wink and lick her lips; she couldn't have been
more obvious if she stripped off and sat on his face during a lull in the
conversation, and STILL Finny just looked right through her; cue one
crushed blonde wannabe mattress-tester.  All my other mates also began
relentlessly throwing themselves at him, to fall at the first fence, and
then calling me a hateful bitch for poisoning his mind against them and
keeping Mr.  Incredible all to myself...
   I, on the other hand, was beginning to think my beautiful brother was
gay, or an android, or just cursed with a low (make that 'subterranean')
sex-drive; he seemed to have no interest in girls, or sex, or me and my
prominent nipples, just his studies and rugby, and I made increasingly
bizarre and probably unworkable schemes to get my pussy in his face to see
if he'd take a bite (or at least a tentative lick...)
   Then one day I noticed him noticing me; Bingo!  Finally all those subtle
(and pretty bloody blatant!) flashes of my bum, and swanning around in
skin-tight, nipple-enhancing slut-wear seemed to be paying-off.  And still
the silly bastard did nothing about it!  Try as I might to get him
steamed-up, the more I tried, the less he looked!
   I honestly started to believe I was just kidding myself and reading more
into it than was actually there; after all, he's my big brother, maybe he
actually took the "look but don't touch" rule seriously, the silly arse,
because I was practically blowing a trombone and waving a "Come And Get It"
flag, which is definitely NOT like me at all; but then, this is Finny we're
talking about here; allowances must be made...
   Anyway, long story short, while I'm not proud of the way I lied to him,
and deceived him, and manipulated him to come here with me, I'm fucking
ecstatic at the way it turned out; Finny, sweet, gorgeous, hottie
man-tottie Finny turned out to have the sex-drive of a herd of prize goats,
he was saving it all up for me, and exceeded all my expectations by giving
me a seeing-to that should go down in the record books as a night to
fucking remember, because I always will.  It was a true Spunk-a-thon that
almost left me permanently bow-legged, with my pussy irrevocably moulded
into the shape of his cock!
   Darling Finny's promised to give my arse a good stretch, something else
that's making me sing and quiver inside; ever since I accidentally walked
in on my roommate and her boyfriend with his knob rammed up her greasy bum
I've wanted to try it (with Finn, of course, no-one else is going there,
ever...) and tonight's the night.  I'm getting some shut-eye now; there's
this banquet thingy to attend tonight, and I have an outfit guaranteed to
give a gatepost a hard-on.  I only hope I last the night...
   *****
   PART 3: THE FIRST NIGHT
   The sound of a gentle, regular chiming dragged Finn back from a dream of
Lara, in bed with him, her eyes tightly closed and her lips parted as he
held her legs wide open and pounded his straining cock into her tight anus,
her head whipping from side to side as he pummelled her.  As he came awake,
he saw that part of the dream, at least, was true; Lara was indeed in bed
with him, fast asleep and delightfully naked, her leg thrown over his and
her damp pussy lips rubbing tantalisingly against the slick, glossy head of
his steel-hard erection, while her deliciously taut little nipples poked
solidly into his chest.
   She looked delicious, vulnerable, and devastatingly sexy; in fact, in
the perfect position for a good, old-fashioned wake-up fuck!  He grinned to
himself as he gently squeezed and fondled her buttock, simultaneously
licking her lips as he rubbed his chest against her nipples, hoping to make
her push back against him in her sleep.
   "Don't start, Finny, the mixer and banquet's in half an hour!" she
yawned, pulling herself closer to him and kissing him lightly on the base
of his throat.
   "Shower time, Finn, and I mean just a shower, so put that thing away! 
You promised me a good seeing-to later, so whatever you've got cooking
there, put it on the back burner, you're going to need it!  Come on, baby,
do my back...and ONLY my back!"
   Lara rolled away from him, and squeaked in surprise as he rolled her
back and kissed her lustfully, her lips stiff against his for a couple of
seconds before melting as she kissed him back.  They kissed for a minute or
so, tongues darting inside each other's mouths, hands rubbing, touching,
holding and squeezing, before Lara broke away with a giggle.
   "That wasn't fair, you caught me by surprise!  Now, up, Finny, we're
guests here, and our hosts have asked us to attend; we have a duty to our
hosts, it's the least we can do, and that also includes not being late. 
Now come on!"
   Finn grinned, and let her tug him off the bed and into the shower, where
he scrupulously kept his hands to himself, except when doing her back, as
she'd requested.  However, Lara refused point-blank his offer to help her
dry-off.
   "It's perfectly OK, Finny; I've been doing it since I was small, I know
what to do!" she dimpled, smiling at his resigned look.
   "Later, baby, I promise, let's just get this mixer thing out of the way,
then we can come back here and you can hump me bowlegged if you can manage
it, but right now, we have a party to attend, so hurry up and dry yourself
off, I have things I need to do!"
   Finn had to give his erection a serious talking-to; Lara was just over
there, she was jiggling and quivering most fetchingly, and right now
Little-Head wanted her so badly it was almost a physical pain.
   After five minutes of thinking the un-sexiest thoughts he could, with no
visible results, he gave a resigned sigh, switched the shower to 'Cold' and
stepped in.  That did the trick; two minutes of high-pressure icy needles
on his groin deflated him and took his mind rather effectively off his
sister with all her lovely bits quivering and jiggling in the other room.
   Finn stepped out of the shower room shivering and gasping, his head
clear at last, and proceeded to towel-off, making sure he kept his back to
his sister or his head turned away at all times; he didn't fancy going
through that all over again.
   "I've laid out what you're wearing tonight, Finny!" she called out. 
"There was a garment-case here in the closet with your name on it, so I
assume it's what you're supposed to wear tonight.  I can't wait to see you
in it!"
   Finn turned to speak to her, but she'd already disappeared back into the
small dressing room/closet to finish getting dressed.  He padded over to
the bed and picked up a fine, white silk duellist's shirt, complete with
lace ruffles at the throat and trailing lace cuffs, together with a pair of
light, stretchy breeches, like black jodhpurs, and a red satin sash.  He
looked at them incredulously.
   "Sissy, there's been some kind of mistake!  I can't wear this...fancy
dress outfit; have you actually looked at it?  All that's missing is the
eye-patch and a fucking parrot!  If I put this pansy-suit on, they'll take
away my Guy-Card and I'll have to start ovulating!"
   Lara poked her head out from the dressing room and grinned at him.
   "It'll look great on you, Finny, dead romantic, just put it on; they
obviously expect you to wear it, otherwise why did they have it here for
you?  Look, there's even a pair of boots to go with it.  Honestly, you wear
a lot less on the rugby pitch, and there's only twenty-nine other men
there, all dressed in those spray-on shirts and shorts.  At least here
there's a whole bunch of girls to ogle you in that outfit, so quit moaning,
baby, you'll look dead sexy, I promise you!"
   Muttering, Finn slipped into the clothes provided.  He looked in the
dressing mirror, noting that every single muscle in his long legs were
clearly outlined and highlighted, as well as the embarrassingly clear
outline of his cock.
   "Great, I look like the first course at a gay gang-bang..." he mused,
wondering if any of the other guys there were going to be dressed as
stupidly as he was.  He slipped on the shiny knee-boots, almost like
English riding boots, but soft and supple, with a top-brand designer name
label.  He wondered briefly how they knew his shoe size, then forgot about
it as he caught his reflection in the mirror, and groaned aloud.
   "Oh God, Sissy, I can't ponce around in this get-up!  Look at me; please
don't make me wear this clobber, I look like Zorro's gay brother, the one
they don't talk about!  Now I'm worried just what they expect from me
tonight, because I tell you, wearing this get-up, I'll be bloody lucky if I
get away without a Size 15 arsehole by the end of the night!"
   Lara poked her head out again, and gasped softly; the full-sleeved white
silk shirt flowed and billowed around him like an 18th century duellist. 
The waist sash emphasised his slim waist and hips, with the skin-tight
breeches and knee-boots completing the illusion; all he needed was a
cup-hilted rapier and he'd look like he'd just stepped out of the pages of
a Dumas novel, poised to fight the evil Cardinal's guard for the honour of
his lady.  The bulge of his cock, coiled up at the apex of his thighs like
a sleeping python, made her breath catch as she silently ogled him.
   "God, he's gorgeous!" she thought to herself, happily drinking in the
sight of her hot brother, eventually realising he was blushing, actually
blushing, at her frank scrutiny.  She quickly replayed what he'd just said,
and smiled reassuringly at him.
   "Finny, you look great, all sexy and romantic, like Lord Darcy about to
seduce the chambermaids; now I wish we didn't have to go to this damned
banquet; in that get-up, I feel like attacking you myself!"
   Finn grinned, in spite of his misgivings, looking at himself in the
mirror and trying to find an angle where he didn't look like one of the
Village People, the chorus from Adam & The Ants "Stand & Deliver" echoing
in his head, the bit about '...I'm the dandy Highwayman...' seeming
particularly appropriate.
   Eventually he gave up, and could only hope that the dining room, or
wherever this mixer was happening, was dimly lit, or that every other guy
had to wear the same ridiculous fancy-dress outfit; then at least they
could all look like a pack of complete twerps together; misery loves
company, after all.
   Lara stepped out of the dressing room and posed for him.
   "Taah-daah!  How do I look Finny?" she smiled nervously.
   Finn's jaw nearly smacked the floor as his cock lurched.  She was
wearing a sheer, one-piece black body stocking, a faint floral pattern
worked into the weave, but it was still so sheer as to be entirely
transparent.  The material clung to every curve and contour, her bobbing
breasts and nipples clearly visible.  The stretchy material formed a
perfect 'camel-toe' around her pussy, parting and clearly outlining her
labia.  When she turned for him to see all of her, he could see the
material clinging lovingly to every curve and crease of her buttocks as
they quivered and jiggled, the material even swooping into the cleft
between her cheeks, further highlighting her spectacularly sexy bottom.
   Even though she was covered from neck to ankle, she nevertheless managed
to look more naked than if she'd just been nude, and infinitely more
enticing; the material of the body stocking clung like a second skin,
covering her completely yet concealing nothing, leaving absolutely nothing
to the imagination.  Black stilettos with teetering 5-inch heels filled-out
the ensemble, making her legs look impossibly long and alluring.  To
complete the look, she'd applied bright crimson lipstick, and had rimmed
her eyes with some kind of deep black mascara.  The total effect was
stunning.
   Lara blushed when he said nothing, just stared at her, his eyes wide as
he drank her in, with her midnight black hair piled up on her head with one
long curl on each side, perfectly framing her beautiful face, and the sheer
black body-stocking contrasting sharply with her glowing porcelain skin. 
Only her deep, cornflower-blue eyes and crimson lips relieved the otherwise
monochrome look.  On any other girl it might have looked stark, maybe even
overdone, but with Lara's colouring it was the perfect look.  Finn was
bewitched.
   "Fucking hell, Sissy, you look fucking amazing!" he murmured, "Let's not
go to that stupid mixer.  I'd rather stay in here and fuck you rigid!"
   Lara smiled happily at his reaction, her eyes drawn to the large bulge
at his crotch, then regretfully tearing her eyes away.
   "Me too, Finny, but we're guests here, so we have to do what the host
wants.  Don't worry; as soon as we can gracefully bow out, I'll race you
back here, okay?"
   Finn nodded, never once taking his eyes off her.
   "It's a deal Sissy.  I can't wait!"
   Lara grinned, and pirouetted gracefully, like a dancer.
   "You really like it?  I got it from Ann Summers; I had to order it and
hope it didn't arrive when mum was in; Christ knows what she'd have said if
she knew I was ordering stuff from sex shops, probably disown me on the
spot!"
   "You look ...incredible, like...everything I ever dreamed of...God,
you're beautiful, Sissy!" he breathed, his eyes riveted on her as her body
bounced and quivered so enticingly, her stiff nipples almost tearing
through the flimsy material as they strained against it.
   "You don't look so bad yourself, stud!" she grinned, lightly running her
hands over his chest.
   "Don't do that, Sissy...just don't, not while I'm wearing these stupid
things, not unless you want everyone to see the Elliot family jewels!" he
grinned, Lara grinning back as she caught his glance at his clearly
outlined cock.  "If you touch me again, I can't guarantee we'll get as far
as the mixer, not with you looking like that!"
   Lara turned and flirted her sexy little bottom at him, Finn nearly
groaning at the sight of those two delightful globes bobbing and rubbing
together under that body-stocking with just a faint whisper of material,
almost deafening him with his heightened perception of her.  Lara grinned,
and took his hand.
   "Let's go Finny, let's go and mix; the sooner we get this over with, the
sooner we can get back her so you can shove that thing in me again!"
   Finn laughed, some of the tension draining out of him, and followed her
as she led him once more to the room where they'd all assembled that
afternoon.  He was pleased and relieved to see that all the other boys were
wearing the same get-up as him; they all still studiously avoided each
other's eyes, though.
   The girls, though, were something else; each girl seemed to have scoured
the sex shops and mail-order boutiques, procuring a whole array of
heart-stopping outfits, ranging from the almost-modest like Lara's
body-stocking, to frilly scraps of lace and dental-floss, outfits that
would have been banned in a lap-dancing club, not so much concealing as
highlighting every single salient point on their bodies.
   Some of the boys were holding on to their sister's with a possessive,
proprietary air, obviously determined to keep them close, and, considering
what they were wearing, Finn wasn't in the least surprised; they all looked
stunning, desirable, and truly fuckable.  A few couples were even taking
advantage of the dim lighting to make-out, and given the provocative way
their sisters were dressed, Finn didn't blame them at all.  He'd never
before been surrounded by so much barely clad female flesh; what some of
the girls were wearing for their brothers would hardly have made a bikini
on Copacabana Beach, and the gallant male reflex was perilously near.
   Lara watched him with a grin, seeing the agony on his face as he fought
not to rise to the occasion, eventually taking pity on him.  She pulled
herself close, grinning as her eyes danced gleefully, and as he looked down
at her in puzzlement, she nipped the base of his cock between her thumb and
forefinger hard enough to make him grit his teeth and take his mind off
everything except concentrating on not groaning at the sudden sharp pain.
   "I thought you could use a helping hand!" she whispered, smiling
innocently as he glared at her, the glare slowly turning to a sheepish
grin.
   "Yeah, you're right Sissy, thanks, that could have been embarrassing!"
he whispered, his lips brushing her forehead; he daren't kiss her properly,
or pain or not, he really would rise to the occasion, and he didn't think
this was the time or place for that kind of display; at least, not yet.
   Given what they were all wearing, though, Finn was starting to suspect
some kind of orgy or sex-marathon was in the offing; if that was the case,
he was taking Lara back to their room; he wasn't about to share her with
anyone, not now, not ever, and if anyone even tried to make a pass at her,
he was going to rip their arm off and beat them with the sticky end; Lara
was his!
   The double doors at the end of the room swung open, Evan and Sylvie
standing there, but now their outfits were more in keeping with what the
other guests were wearing.  Sylvie was wearing a simple chiffon dress of
late eighteenth-century design, long and flowing and gathered below her
breasts, like the heroine in a period TV drama, although no actress would
appear on television in such a sheer gown; she was naked underneath it, her
erect nipples and coin-sized areolae, and her hairless labia clearly
visible through the diaphanous garment.  Her hair was styled in the
classical revival style so popular during the Regency period, and she was
wearing light embroidered slippers.  Evan had on the same outfit as Finn
and the other boys, and Finn noted that he was a powerfully built young
man, almost as well-muscled as him.  He gestured through the open doors.
   "Ladies and gentlemen, if you please..."
   People started filing into the next room, into what had obviously been a
ballroom in days past, opulent to the point of dazzling.  Long tables were
placed along the back wall, laden with soft drinks and canapés, and there
was even a large, ornate chocolate fountain.  Finn piloted Lara over to one
of the tables, and poured her a glass of sparkling mineral water, picking
up a fruit juice for himself, and looked around.  Everyone seemed to be
slowly mixing and mingling, now that the initial embarrassment had passed.
A couple of girls even tried to flirt with him, nothing meaningful, not
with Lara standing there and smiling just a little too widely at them; just
smiles and a pause to look him up and down.
   Finn noticed a couple of the boys checking out Lara, and while he wasn't
happy about how he thought the evening might end, no-one said or did
anything inappropriate.  If any ogling of Lara was being done, it was very
discreet, for which he was grateful, although he had to admit, she was well
worth more than a second look.  He didn't realise it, though, but his hand
had strayed to her bottom, stroking her buttock gently, possessively,
unconsciously signalling every male in the room that she was his
exclusively.  Lara in turn gently undulated and rubbed against him, her
hand brushing his chest and stomach occasionally, signalling him that she
accepted his ownership of her, and also telling the other girls there that
he was hers.
   Gradually, the atmosphere relaxed, and over the next hour or so Finn
also relaxed enough to circulate and exchange pleasantries and laughing
commiserations with some of the other boys who were also less than happy at
what they were obliged to wear.  He found himself chatting to a group of
the guys, all of them swapping stories and laughing at how their sisters
had decoyed them there, and their reaction when they'd been told why they
were there.  Lara and a bevy of girls laughed and giggled some way away, no
doubt boasting to each other just how they'd managed to fool their big
brothers into accompanying them.
   Other than his hand occasionally giving her bottom a gentle squeeze, he
kept his hands off Lara; she'd already said she wanted him primed and
fully-loaded when they got back to their room, so he kept his hands and his
thoughts to himself as they circulated, finding the conversation and joking
to have a calming effect.  This warming up served to get everyone in the
right mood for the banquet to come, and there was a lot of speculation as
to what it would be like.
   Eventually, at what Finn guessed was midnight, the double doors at the
other end of the ballroom swung open, and a soft chime sounded.
   "Ladies and gentlemen, dinner is served!" came a calm, cultured voice
over a well-concealed sound-system, and the couples began filing,
arm-in-arm or holding hands, into the long dining room glimpsed through the
open doors.  As they walked into the room, a girl with a basket of roses
handed each of the boys a single long-stemmed rose, which they immediately
gave to their sisters, receiving a kiss in return.
   The long table in the dining room was even more opulently set than the
tables in the atrium, ice sculptures, piles of fruit in extravagant silver
baskets, and stunning summer flower and fresh greenery centrepieces very
much in evidence.  Evan took his place at the head of the table as each
couple was shown to their seats by Sylvie, who then took her seat at the
other end of the table.  Once everyone was seated, and the whispered
conversations had died away, Evan rose and smiled at everyone in turn.
   "Ladies and gentlemen, my sisters and I thank you for all being here! 
Tonight Sylvie and I will be your hosts, and we would both like to once
again welcome you to our home, and thank you for your gracious attendance
here tonight.  From what we've seen and heard so far, Sisterfest has been a
great success, so please, the night is yours!  Please eat, drink, enjoy
yourselves, this is a party, and we have only the best for you!  Our theme
tonight is romance; old-fashioned, pure and simple romance; it is all about
you and your lady; there are no limits, no rules except those of good
manners and gentleness, so tonight let romance rule and your imagination
have free rein!  The ladies look absolutely ravishing, a fitting decoration
for our summer gathering, so gentlemen, please, enjoy your dinner with your
very own special lady!"
   As he spoke, he paced along the length of the table, heads turning as he
passed, his hands brushing companionably for fleeting seconds on shoulders
as he spoke, finally stopping next to Sylvie, and when he finished speaking
he bowed low to her, handing her a single rose before tilting her face up
and pressing his lips to hers in a soft kiss.
   That was obviously a signal, as a string quartet began playing elegant
chamber music to accompany the meal, and a team of waiters now wheeled out
trolleys and began serving out portions for the first course of the meal.
Finn was dazzled by the type and quality of the expensive, elegant, and
delicious food laid out before them, course after course; Vichyssoise,
Moules Mariniers, Scottish lobster, salmon mousse, fillet of beef, roasted
partridge, crème brouleé between courses, a dizzying whirl of deliciously
sophisticated desserts, delicate and exotic.  He tried to concentrate on
the wonderful meal before him, but his head was full of Lara, how she
looked, and what her nearness was doing to him.
   All through the meal conversation had darted up and down the table, the
couples on either side of them chatting with them about the food, the
setting, the girls...and their plans for after the banquet, with Evan the
perfect host, bantering and offering compliments to all the dinner guests,
making sure the meal was to their liking, and ensuring everyone was
enjoying themselves.
   Although there were so many couples seated for dinner, Evan and his
sister managed to convey the impression that this was a small, intimate
dinner party for a select few friends.  Even with his preoccupation with
Lara, Finn still found time to chat and joke with the couples to either
side and opposite them, laughing once again at how they'd been brought here
and commenting on the food and the surroundings.
   At times, Finn had felt the banquet was interminable, and they'd never
get away; now, however, as the remains of the meal was cleared away, the
atmosphere in the hall changed, the mood slowly going from festive to
sultry.  The music had changed: the chamber quartet had been replaced by a
jazz combo, with a girl vocalist dressed in a skin-tight, black evening
dress that swept the floor, complete with elbow length opera gloves, with
her blonde hair teased-out into an extravagant bouffant, singing muted,
torchy 1940's Cole Porter and Sammy Kahn ballads.
   The lighting had gradually, imperceptibly dimmed, the lights no longer
sparkling and reflecting vividly off the glasses and silverware.  Now only
the occasional highlight or flash of light from a crystal goblet could be
seen as the subdued lighting cast the room in a much more intimate glow,
suggesting firelight and cosiness, the perfect setting for romance and
seduction.  Now was the time for whispers and kisses, the suggestive
dimness encouraging and enhancing intimacy.  Finn pulled Lara closer,
thinking he'd never seen her look so lovely as she did just then, but
before they did anything more, he wanted to say something to her, something
he thought he should have said a lot earlier.
   "Sissy, I know we've...done things, and perhaps even gone past the point
of no return, but before we go anywhere else I just wanted to say one
thing."
   Lara looked at him apprehensively, not sure where he was going; it
didn't help that the way she bit her lip was the most appealing and erotic
thing Finn had ever seen...
   "What is it, baby, please, tell me Finny." she murmured.
   Finn took her face in both hands and looked deep into her eyes.
   "Sissy, everything we did, after all the stuff we did today, I just
wanted you to know that I've wanted to do that with you for the longest
time; I love you, Lara, and I think I always have.  I can't think of a time
when I didn't want you, and I can't see me ever not wanting you anymore.  I
don't know if you know where this night, this whole weekend is going, but
if you want to call it a day, if you think we've gone too far, well, I need
you to know that's alright with me, I'll take you home right now and we can
forget this ever happened."
   Lara looked at him levelly, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears.
   "Finn Elliot, all I've ever wanted, for as long as I can remember, is
you, period.  I don't know where this weekend is going, and I don't care;
as long as I'm with you nothing else matters.  I love you Finny, and I'll
never stop loving you!"
   She grinned and reached out for him, pulling him closer for a soft but
loving kiss, tender and romantic, not the frantic lip-judo of their earlier
bouts of lovemaking.  She pulled back to poke him lightly in the chest.
   "And I never want to forget any of this; this is the day I finally got
you for myself.  I want this day burned into my memory forever!  Am I
forgiven for tricking you into coming here?"
   Finn smiled as he brushed the two long strands of hair back from her
face.
   "There's nothing to forgive, Sissy.  You can trick me like this every
day for the rest of my life if it means I get to keep you for myself!"
   Lara grinned and kissed him once more, putting even more into it than
last time; when she finally broke their kiss, Finn felt more than slightly
sandbagged.  He glanced up and saw Evan and Sylvie watching him and Lara
closely; when Finn looked at him, Evan grinned and nodded, then looked at
Sylvie, who also nodded.  Somewhat mystified at this, Finn turned his
attention back to Lara.
   The girl singer began another slow ballad, and Lara glanced at some of
the other couples who were dancing close and smooching to the music, while
the others lounged on love-seats arranged against the walls, holding and
stroking each other as they watched the dancers, or enthusiastically
making-out.
   "Dance with me, Finny, you haven't danced with me since I was six, dance
with me now, baby!" she murmured.
   Finn was glad to oblige.  The thought of holding his nubile sister close
and kissing her some more was very appealing just then, so he led her out
where some of the other couples were moving and swaying to the soft music.
Finn was amazed at how well she moulded against him, as though designed for
that very purpose; the feel of her softness as she moved to the music, the
scent of her hair, her beautiful eyes as she gazed up at him, and finally
the taste of her lips as he kissed her, the arousal he was feeling, all
blended into a perfect moment he would remember for the rest of his life.
   Lara was feeling it too; the closeness of her adored Finny, his simple
declaration of love for her, and the way he held her, like he never meant
to let her go.  All these things told her in big letters that she and Finn
were a couple, now and forever.  Smiling at the thought, Lara once again
pulled Finn's head down to kiss him.
   "What was that for, baby?" he smiled, squeezing her gently.
   "No reason Finny, except I love you!" she grinned back.
   Finn pulled her closer to him, enjoying the feel of her against him,
dancing with her for what seemed like hours, as the band played a selection
of romantic standards.  Finally, Lara reached up for him, pulling him down
and kissing him, their lips locked together as she ground briefly against
him, gasping at the iron-hard cock rubbing against her swelling, tender
labia.  She looked back up at him, seeing her need reflected in his eyes.
   "I think this dinner's over for us; take me back to our room, Finny!"
she husked, her throat suddenly dry.  Finn looked around to see if he could
spot their hosts, to thank them for the evening, and spotted Evan dancing
with Sylvie, both of them lost in a deep kiss.
   Evan looked up and smiled at him, as did Sylvie, who winked at him and
made a small "nighty-night" gesture with her fingers.  Evan grinned and
nodded, before sliding his hand down to clasp his sister's pert, rounded
buttock as they resumed their kiss, his other hand gently squeezing her
breast as he rubbed his thumb over her nipple.
   Finn took Lara's hand, leading her through the door and along the
corridors to their room.  As he turned to her after closing and locking the
door, Lara was there, already peeling off the black body-stocking, her
breasts quivering and dancing in her haste to pull it off.
   "Naked, Finny, NOW!" she gritted, although it was unnecessary; he was
already yanking off the lightweight garments, longing to free himself from
the restrictive breeches.  He'd thought he wanted her before, but that had
been nothing to how he was feeling right now; now his need for her was
gigantic, all consuming; Lara was the only thing in the world he wanted,
and he wanted her right now!
   As he pulled off the breeches, Lara landed in his arms, her moist slit
rubbing against his erection as she ground against him.
   "Oh Christ, baby, I want you so bad, just do it to me now, please
Finny!" she groaned.
   Finn sank to the deep, decadently soft carpet, pulling Lara down with
him, to kiss her as his hands roamed over her nakedness, fingertips
touching, probing, making her even hotter, pushing her arousal to almost
fever-pitch.  She broke their kiss to hold him motionless above her for a
heartbeat, her eyes telling him what she wanted him to do.  As her hips
lifted to meet him, she guided his swollen, aching penis to the entrance to
her pussy, her equally swollen labia slick with arousal and ready to
receive him.
   Finn groaned as his cock parted her slick labia and the damp heat and
tightness of her pussy enfolded the tip of his throbbing hardness, then the
sudden rush as he slid into her, the incredible sensation of her hot
wetness surrounding him even as the pulsing contractions of her pussy
squeezed and milked him.
   Lara hissed in satisfaction as he slid into her, orgasm rising up and
slamming into her almost immediately as her over-stimulated pussy finally
received what it had desired most: Finn's iron-hard cock.  Finn could
barely hold back; the sight of his gorgeous sister in that play-suit, her
nearness all evening, everything about her was chiming inside him, pushing
him almost beyond his limits, and he had to fight to remain calm, to back
away, to hold off the insistent climax building inside him.  When Lara
pulled him down to her and kissed him, her mouth hot and demanding, his
self control evaporated.
   Lara gasped, a guttural croaking sound as Finn jammed himself all the
way inside her velvety warmth, his cock head swelling as his balls
tightened, and with a powerful, muscular throb, spray after spray of spunk
erupted from him, pouring into her in endless streams, the sweet agony of
holding back all evening suddenly relieved as he filled her pussy with his
cream.
   Lara screamed , a high, wordless gasp as orgasm once more swelled and
exploded inside her, taking away thought, and words, vision and hearing,
the blood roaring in her ears as the most intense orgasm she'd ever
experienced burned and flared through her.  As she tightened around him,
Finn felt his cock give another massive pulse as even more sperm exploded
from him, painting her walls as he filled her, his own vision and hearing
shutting down in the intensity of his climax.
   The two of them lay together, hearts hammering as they recovered from
the intensity of their mutual orgasm.  Their lips and hands sought each
other out even as they lay in their sweat, slumped on the carpet, kisses
and caresses becoming more insistent as strength returned, and with the
return of their strength came a renewed need for each other.  Finn's mind
was filled with the conversation he and Lara had had earlier; now he wanted
to ram his hardness into his sister's tightest hole and flood her bowels
with his spunk, to take this last part of his beautiful sister, as he had
promised her earlier.
   As they kissed, his fingers groped and plundered her, Lara willingly
surrendering as his questing fingers roamed over and into her tight body;
as he rubbed and caressed, teased and gently slid his fingers into her taut
little bottom-hole, she squeezed and caressed his flagging cock, coaxing it
back to thrumming readiness.  She knew what was running through his mind
right now; she was feeling and thinking the same things; a burning need
filled her, an almost overwhelming desire to give herself to her darling
Finny in such a depraved, exciting way.
   She'd dreamed of it so many times, rubbing and fondling herself as she
played in her dreams with her gorgeous brother, letting him do anything he
wanted to her.  Her mind was in such a whirl she could barely concentrate
on what he was whispering as he kissed her hotly while he groped her, so
great was her need to be taken in that wonderful way.  All she wanted was
to experience her darling Finn's big prick as he rammed it into her tender,
puckered little arsehole and filled her with his steaming hot spunk.
   With Lara, to think was to act, so she pulled away from her brother's
loving, lustful caresses and clambered to her feet, giggling as yet more of
his spunk ran out of her gaping pussy and down the insides of her thighs.
   "Finny, you dirty, dirty boy!" she mock scolded him, "Look what you did
to me, I'm all spunky, you naughty man!" she grinned, her eyes sparkling
devilishly.  Finn wasn't in the least fooled by her words, getting to his
feet and pulling her to him by her pert little buttocks all in one move.
   "Don't come the innocent, Sissy, you loved it!" he grinned, and Lara
pulled his head down so she could kiss him.
   "Of course I loved it, I never said I didn't!" she giggled into his
mouth, then gasped as he slid his finger all the way into her tight anus
all over again.
   "I promised you I was going to fuck your arse tonight; get ready for a
real bum-stretching!" he grinned happily, his eyes glinting with innocent
lechery as he thrust his finger in and out of her.  Lara writhed at the
sensations swirling around inside her, need for him topmost in her mind. 
She kissed him as she wriggled against him, grinding once more against his
rapidly erecting cock
   "You filthy, dirty beast!" she giggled, "My mum warned me about boys
like you!  Now you've done all those nasty things to me, I suppose you want
some more?"
   Finn leered happily as he squeezed her bottom even harder, pulling her
cheeks apart to make her gasp.
   "You betcha!  We haven't started even started yet, and the night is
young!  Come to bed, Sissy, you dirty girl, I want to play!"
   Lara kissed him and led him back to the bed, watching as he climbed on
and turned to her, an expectant grin on his face.  Lara grinned back,
rummaging in the bedside cabinet for a moment before finding what she
wanted.
   "I need to clean up a little, wait for me, Finny, I'll just be a
minute!"
   With that, she hurried into the bathroom, from where came the sound of
the shower running briefly.  A few minutes later she re-emerged, naked, her
makeup restored, and a waft of floral shower soap surrounding her.
   "I needed that, baby, now we can really play!" she grinned wickedly. 
Finn's already solid erection grew even more pronounced, almost painfully
so, as his gorgeous naked sister climbed onto the bed next to him and
planted her lips on his, taking hold of and squeezing his rigid cock as she
did so.
   Finn kissed her back even more urgently, his hands roaming over her,
squeezing and pulling apart her taut buttocks, his fingers slipping into
her pussy and sliding teasingly over her taut little pucker.  Finn grinned
as his fingers slipped easily into her anus, the little pucker slick with
lubricant, more evidence that she wanted this as much as he did; good girl,
she thought ahead!
   At the thought of what they were preparing to do, his need to have her
overcame any reservations or lingering doubts, and so he rolled her onto
her front and positioned himself above her, his almost supernaturally hard
cock brushing her labia.  Lara gasped as he slid forward, slowly slipping
himself back into her damp pussy, to pump in and out of her.  Lara gasped
and moaned as she pushed back against him, helping him slide deeper into
her with every stroke.  She reached behind her, blindly groping for his
face.  Finn captured her fingertips with his lips, making her smile even as
she pushed herself backwards onto him.
   "Jesus, baby, you're massive, I don't know how I got all that inside
me!" she gasped.
   Finn responded by nuzzling her neck as his hands slid around her torso
and cupped her breasts, his fingers gently squeezing her taut nipples,
wringing a groan from her.  He slid back out of her and pulled her to her
knees, then held her hips as he slowly pushed back in to her, savouring the
feel of her heat enfolding him again.
   "Ooooohhhhh God, yesss, like that, Finny, just like that!" moaned Lara,
delightful sensations swirling and chiming through her as her brother's
talented cock once more filled her completely.  Finn was again enthralled
at the sight of his cock pumping slowly between her round, delectable
buttocks, the twin translucently pale globes gently bouncing and jiggling
as he thrust into her.
   As he pumped into the beautiful girl, his eyes were drawn to her pink
little pucker, the tight creases of her tempting little anus slick with a
layer of lube, calling to him.  Almost without conscious thought he slid a
finger into that tight ring, hearing her faint gasp as he pushed into her
all the way to the second knuckle.  He pumped her bum hole in time to the
thrusting of his cock inside her pussy, enjoying her gasps and soft moans
as he pleasured both holes, and then he spotted the tube of lubricant gel
where Lara had left it on the bed.
   Lara gasped in sudden loss as Finn pulled out of her completely, pulling
her back on her haunches so she was leaning against him, her eyes closed as
her chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing.  Finn cupped her firm
little breasts as he kissed and nibbled her shoulders and the back of her
neck.
   "Are you sure you're ready for the next part, baby-girl?" he murmured,
feeling Lara squirm against his solid erection, feeling how hard and ready
for her he was.
   "Do it, Finny, I've wanted this for so long.  Shove that big cock inside
my bum; I want you to bugger me, baby; I want you to fuck my arse and fill
me up!" she whispered, reaching behind to hold and squeeze him, making him
groan softly.
   "Just do it slowly, Finny, please, don't...don't go too hard, don't hurt
me!" she murmured, and Finn pulled her against him, wrapping his arms
around her, letting her know he'd never hurt her.
   "If you want, we can do this another time, baby-girl; I don't want you
to do this just because you think I want it; if you're scared, we can stop
now; I don't need this!" he told her as he nuzzled her, kissing her neck,
her earlobes, the side of her mouth as she turned toward him.
   "Thank you baby, I know you mean that, but I really want to try this;
all I could think about all night was you doing it to me like that.  Love
me like that, Finny, I really want you to!"
   Finn turned her almost all the way round so he could kiss her properly,
then picked up the tube of gel and spread a thick smear along his finger.
Lara gasped and giggled as he rubbed the cold gel around her crinkled
little anus, her giggles giving way to sighs as he slowly pushed the gel
into her, sliding his finger in and out to spread it in a little, feeling
her gradually relax enough for him to slide a second finger into her.  Lara
began to push back against him as he pumped two fingers into her, her
breathing becoming quicker as her arousal climbed.
   Now Finn gently urged her back onto all fours, spreading a last finger
of lubricant around her anus before squeezing out a large smear and slowly
spreading it around the head of his swollen cock.  He could hardly contain
himself; at last, he was going to live the dream; he was actually going to
fuck his beautiful sister in her arse!
   With the tip of his cock slathered in lube, he rose up on his knees and
shuffled up behind her, positioning himself properly, and gently pushed the
head of his cock against the tight creased pucker of his sister's creased
little anus.  Lara murmured apprehensively, and Finn stopped pushing
immediately, concerned that he was hurting her.
   "No, Finny, don't stop, please, just...slowly, please?" she murmured. 
Finn leaned forward and gently kissed her on her back, promising her again
that he wouldn't hurt her.
   Once again, he gently pressed the head of his cock against her anus,
prodding at her with tiny movements, each little thrust slipping his
swollen head incrementally further into her, listening to the little noises
she made in response to his micro-thrusts, fully prepared to pull out at
the first sign of distress.
   As he pushed forward Lara began pushing back against him, forcing his
head further into her with each push.  The feel of her anal ring squeezing
him was almost unbearable; with that came so many different, conflicting
needs; he wanted to plunge into her, he wanted to stay still and savour the
heat, he wanted to keep feeling the amazing compression as she slowly,
slowly took him in, but most of all, he wanted to bury his cock in her
depths and feel the heat of her anus as it squeezed and rippled along his
entire length.
   Lara seemed to be feeling the same things; she maintained a steady push
back against him, and Finn, not knowing what else to do, pushed forward,
until, suddenly, her ring relaxed and he slid all the way into her.
   "Oooh God, Finny, slowly!" gulped Lara, her ring clamped tightly around
the base of his cock, pushing back against him even as she begged him to go
slower.
   Finn was in a world of his own; he couldn't believe he was here, with
Lara, the girl of his dreams, with his thick cock shoved all the way up
inside her tightest hole.  He looked down, seeing the glistening ring of
her distended anus wrapped around his shaft, exactly as he'd always
fantasised.  That alone was almost enough to make him blow his load there
and then, but he bit it back, determined to do to his sister what he'd
promised: fuck her arse properly and fill her with his spunk.
He came back to the real world slowly, the sound of Lara mewling softly
every time he moved slowly dragging him back to reality.  As he started to
withdraw from her, Lara gasped out loud, her ring tightening around him all
over again.
   "Oh God, yes, do that, that feels so good, yess Finny, oh my God, oh my
God!" she stuttered as he slid nearly all the way out of her anus.  For
some reason, it was almost as difficult pulling out as it was going in, but
Finn wasn't complaining; it felt fucking amazing!  Lara seemed to agree, if
the way she pushed back against him was any indication.  As he slid back
into her, the way a little easier now, Lara jerked and trembled at the feel
of being filled so completely again.
   Every time Finn withdrew and slid back in, Lara gasped and pushed
herself harder against him, until they were pumping against each other,
Finn pounding himself into her arse, and Lara flexing and jerking as
incredible sensations roared and battered through her, emanating from her
tight anus where Finn's thick cock was doing such a good job of fucking her
almost senseless.
   At last, feeling herself close, Lara reared up on her haunches, her arms
going around Finn's neck, her hands on the back of his neck as she held
herself against him, sliding her distended anal ring up and down on his
pistoning cock.
   Finn held her to him, his cupped hands holding her breasts as he thrust
into her, with Lara pushing back against him as he jammed himself into her,
wanting him to fuck her harder, faster, to ream her out; he could actually
feel her wanting coming off her in waves, that low-grade telepathy siblings
share on rare occasions for a few seconds telling him that what he was
feeling from her was real.
   Finn slid his arms down to wrap them around Lara's waist, urging her
forward.  As she leaned forward, her hands flat on the bed to support
herself, her rear tilted up, squeezing his cock even tighter.  Finn groaned
as his cock hardened to an almost impossible degree as he pumped in and out
of her tight hole, ramming into her in a frenzy of need.
   Finn suddenly released her waist and urged her forward onto her stomach,
following her down so now she was lying flat on her stomach as he reared up
over her, his hands planted on the bed next to her as he pistoned his cock
into her tightest hole.  Lara could feel him speeding-up, telling her he
was on his short strokes, and she was almost there herself, the act of her
lovely brother laying her down and sodomizing her so perfectly almost
overloading her already dazzled inner-self.
   Finn froze with a deep, heart-felt groan of release; his pumping cock
suddenly stilled inside her as jets of hot spunk once more burst from his
pulsating cock, bathing her insides with his hot tribute.
   That was enough to trigger her own release, and Lara screamed as orgasm
flared and swept through her, her body shuddering and quaking with the
force of it, her eyesight dimming and her ears popping as wave after wave
of pleasure pulsed from her centre, bathing her entire body in their hot
glow.  She shook and trembled for long seconds, mewling with the intensity
of her final release, her clawed hands digging into the bedclothes as she
pushed her rump back at him, taking him fully into her depths as he filled
her with his seed.
   Lara froze, holding position for long seconds as aftershocks flared and
rippled through her, her heart pounding even as her convulsing rectum
rippled powerfully, milking every last drop of sperm from her brother's
twitching, pulsating cock.  At last she slumped back down on the bed,
Finn's cock sliding out of her as she disengaged, even the act of pulling
herself off him triggering yet more powerful aftershocks as orgasm once
more spun and ricocheted through her.
   Finn collapsed on the bed next to her, as winded as she, both of them
too blown to do anything except lie together, gently touching and caressing
each other until the world came back into focus.
   At last, Finn raised his head and kissed her neck tenderly, his arms
once more tightening around her as he hugged her to him.
   "Oh Christ all-fucking-mighty, that was amazing!" he murmured, "I want
to do that again with you, Sissy, that was the best thing I ever...I
mean...oh Sissy, you were...Jesus, that was so good!"
   Lara sighed and nestled back against her brother, pulling his arm more
comfortably around her, enjoying his warmth and feeling safe and protected
in the circle of his arm.
   "Oh Finny, that was just...incredible...I never thought anything could
be like that, it was just so...so wonderful!  I love you so much, Finny!"
   Finn nibbled her ear, making her shift and giggle, and his hands shifted
slightly, to once more cup and squeeze her breasts.
   "I love you too, Sissy, I'll never stop loving you; I want to keep on
doing this with you forever!  I don't care what mum thinks, or what she
says; you're mine now, and I'm keeping you, so there!"
   Lara reached up to stroke Finn's cheek.
   "I don't think mum will have much to say, not now I know what she's been
up to!"
   Finn was intrigued by that cryptic statement, but too blown to follow it
up; other things were on his mind just then.
   "Come on, Sissy, shower-time!" he grinned, gently pinching her
delectable bottom.  Lara reached down and lightly dragged a fingernail
along his scrotum, Finn gasping as she did so.
   "Will you promise to do all my bits this time?" she smiled tiredly, and
Finn gathered her in, kissing her even as he once more squeezed and jiggled
her taut buttocks.
   "I'll wash anything you want, as hard or as fast as you want it done,
that's a promise, only come on; you're starting to doze, and we both
really, really need a shower!"
   After an enjoyable, relaxing hot shower, Finn and Lara retired to bed
once again; Finn wasn't sure what the exact time was, but his internal
clock told him it was long after four in the morning, and they barely had
the energy to climb into bed, but when they did, they slept like dead
things.
   PART 4: THE SECOND DAY
   Finn woke suddenly, unsure what it was that woke him.  A small tremor
from Lara, spooned against him, alerted him that something was wrong, and
as he put his arm around her, she turned a tear-stained face to him.  Finn
was nonplussed; he hadn't seen her cry since she was a little girl, but he
knew that something must be very wrong to upset her like this.
   "What is it Sissy, why are you crying?  Please don't cry baby; tell me
what's wrong." he murmured.  Lara looked up at him, confusion and guilt in
her eyes, and suddenly he knew why she was crying.
   "Finny, what have we done?" she blurted out, tears thick in her throat.
"This was wrong, I was wrong, I was so, so wrong!  I tricked you into
coming here because I wanted this, and it's all my fault; you're my big
brother, I'm not supposed to do this with you, I'm not supposed to seduce
you like this, I'm so sorry, Finny, now I've gone and broken everything! 
Please don't hate me, Finny, please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I couldn't help
it, I just...I wanted you so much, oh Finny...!"
   Finn held her close; right now she didn't need a lover; this was
big-brother time, the way it used to be long ago, before they'd grown
apart. He held her close to his chest, letting his heartbeat soothe her,
the way it did when they were younger and she'd come crying to him over
something or other.
   "Shh, don't cry, it's alright, Sissy, it's all alright, don't cry,
baby-girl, shh!" he crooned softly, gently rubbing her back as she cried
softly against him.  "Everything's alright, Lara, I don't hate you, I'll
never hate you; this is me, it's Finny, all I'll ever do is love you,
remember?  I promised you I'd love you forever, and I will, only you,
Sissy, no-one else!"
   But even as he calmed her, his own guilt began to churn inside him;
supposing she was right?  He was her older brother; he was supposed to look
after her, not sleep with her, and certainly not do the things they'd
already done.  Maybe she was right to feel guilty, because right now all he
could see was a yawning chasm of problems for them; of all their friends,
would anyone accept them as a couple?  What about mum and Uncle Mike?  They
would be mortified, they'd be tainted by what he and his sister had done;
incest was illegal, people went to prison for that, so how could they keep
this secret, or go back to living ordinary lives again?  How could they
live with an elephant this big in the room with them?  Could he and Lara
live as outcasts, cut off from their family and friends, their past,
everything that made them who they were?  Everything came with a price; how
high a price would they have to pay for what they'd done?
   He became aware of Lara's eyes on him, and with that came the certainty
that she'd shared every one of his musings.  As he looked into her eyes,
over and above everything else, he was still aware of just how beautiful
she was, tear-ravaged face or not.  Her eyebrow quirked up and Finn
answered the unvoiced question.
   "Maybe you're right, Sissy, maybe this was all wrong; perhaps we should
go, just get out of here and try and pretend this never happened?"
   Lara leaned up on her elbow to look into his eyes, her beautiful eyes
huge and luminous, and her expression set and serious.
   "If I thought for one second you really mean that, Finn Elliot, I'd kill
you myself!  I'm allowed to have five minutes of cold-feet, and that's gone
now; what I can't do is forget how I feel about you, or pretend I never
loved you; don't ask me to do that, because it's just not possible! 
Everything that comes after this weekend, we'll handle, OK?  I'm not
letting you go, no matter what.  I think we can have a life together, a
good life; it's a gamble I'm willing to take.  There are no real
certainties in life, Finny, but I'm certain of one thing, from the top of
my head to the tips of my toes; I love you, and I'll always love you; you
belong to me, and I'm not giving you up; my life for you Finny, and only
you!"
   Finn felt his eyes pricking as Lara opened her heart for him, and gave
up everything for him.  It stunned and humbled him that she was willing to
give up everything, her whole life, to be with him.  She'd said things he
didn't know how to say, stirring him inside, making him understand properly
just who she was and what she meant to him, and what he meant to her.
   She leaned closer and kissed him once, softly.
   "I know I can't be your sister anymore; this whole "Sisterfest" thing
has taken care of that; so that leaves two other choices; you can be my
lover or my best friend.  I already have a best friend, so I guess that
leaves my lover, so that's what I choose!"
   Finn looked closely at her, unsure how to describe his thoughts and
fears for their future, if they even had one, but as he made to speak, Lara
touched his lips, silencing him.
   "Stop worrying Finny, and stop over-thinking things; once you finish
uni, are you coming back to Ledbury?"
   Finn shook his head emphatically; the thought of living out the rest of
his life buried in the rural heart of Herefordshire, a paradise for expats
from London, instead felt like a particularly grim form of living death to
him.  Lara grinned at his expression.
   "Neither am I, Finny.  Once you graduate you'll find a job; hopefully it
will be in London, or Birmingham, or maybe overseas; whichever it is, I'm
coming with you; wherever we go there'll be no-one who knows who and what
we are.  As far as I'm concerned, this weekend is the start of a new life
for me; I'm no longer Finn Elliot's little sister, I can't be, and you
can't think of me that way anymore; now I'm your girlfriend, and one day,
when I can figure out how, I'll be your wife, or as near as we can get. 
Satisfied?"
   Finn's mind spun and teetered as he tried to catch his mental balance.
Somehow, in a couple of well-thought out sentences, Lara had solved their
problems, all except the biggest one: mum.
   "You forgot one thing, Sissy.  What happens when mum finds out and goes
fucking fruit-loops at the pair of us?  You know what she's like; she's
going to go Terminator on me, then make you mop up the bloodstains!"
   Lara grinned slyly.
   "And that, my darling Finny, is where my secret weapon comes in; I know
how to back mum off permanently, so long, auf weidersehen, adios muchachos,
the end, period!"
   Finn looked skeptical.
   "Come on then, my spunky little sex-bunny, share, convince me!"
   As he said it, something clicked in his head, something Lara had said
earlier about their mother, something about what she'd been getting up to.
He pulled Lara closer and kissed her on her nose.
   "You said something about this earlier, last night, whatever, something
about mum, wasn't it?"
   Lara looked up at him, a sprite of mischief dancing in her eyes.
   "I said that I doubted mum would have too much to say about what we're
doing, because I know what she's been up to!"
   Finn grinned a little unsurely.
   "OK, now you've piqued my curiosity, so I'm going to bite; just what
exactly has mum been up to?"
   Lara pushed Finn until he rolled onto his back, immediately pulling
herself closer so she was lying on his chest, her face a couple of inches
from his.
   "Well, Finny, I left the house a couple of weeks ago to run down to
Haley's place and left mum alone in the house.  I got half-way to Haley's
when I realised I'd left a CD I'd promised her back in my room, so I went
back to get it.  When I got home, the back door was open, so I went in that
way instead of using the front door, which was lucky; mum was on the phone
in the hallway, talking to Uncle Mike."
   Finn nodded, not seeing any wrong-doing here; Uncle Mike was their
mother's younger brother, so what?
   Lara paused, her eyes dancing with suppressed glee.
   Finn waited, until the suspense got to be too much.
   "Well, so what?  Get on with it, Lara, or let me up; I need some
breakfast!"
   Lara smacked him lightly on the chest, more a mild rebuke than any kind
of assault.
   "I'm coming to it Finny, give a girl a chance to tell the goss, this is
really juicy!"
   Finn grinned resignedly; when Lara was ready, she'd tell it in her own
way, so he contented himself with squeezing and jiggling her bottom while
gently scraping a fingernail along her crinkled little rosebud, making her
wriggle against him..
   "Cut it out, baby, I'm trying to tell you something!" she protested. 
"Anyway, as I was saying, mum was talking to Uncle Mike, but it was stuff I
never thought I'd ever hear her say, ever; she was telling him how much he
filled her up, and how sore her pussy was but how much she missed his big
cock filling her up, and how she wished she could be with him right there
and then so he could fuck her some more, and how she wanted to go there
again soon so he could fuck her all weekend, stuff like that!"
   Finn was open-mouthed in shock; mum?  Uncle Mike?  Oh my God!  His head
whirled as he tried to think of the two of them, his mother and her younger
brother, naked, doing...it, all weekend long.  It was...it was...he didn't
know what it was, but now, his mother's long weekends away at her brother's
place in Oswestry, her cryptic telephone conversations with Mike, half
words and silences, now it all made sense.  As he thought about it, the
corners of his mouth quirked up; no wonder she'd been in such a good mood
lately!
   Finn looked up at Lara, her grin mirroring his own.
   "The dirty, randy cow!" he grinned, "All that stuff about helping Mike
with his business, all that 'I'm staying over because we have so much to
do...' bullshit, and all the time she's up there getting parked-up by her
brother?  Her and Mike, who'd have thought it!  I can't believe it, I
talked to her day before yesterday on the phone from Mike's place, she was
telling me to pick some stuff up from the supermarket, and all the time
Mike's hunched over her...oh God, that's an image I didn't need!  Now we
know why he always sounds so fucking hammered, she must be sucking him dry!
I suppose that's one way to make a happy man very old...!"
   Lara pealed laughter, partly at the images Finn had conjured up for her,
partly at his reaction.
   "There, so now you know, so when she gets up on her high-horse about you
and me boinking ourselves comatose, there's the perfect counter-strike
right there!"
   Finn slid his hand down to gently cup her pussy as his other hand
squeezed and fondled her firm little bum-cheeks.
   "Speaking of boinking...!" he grinned, watching Lara as she grinned and
slid up along him, turning slightly so she was now lying on top of him. 
Her lips caught his as her hand snaked down between them to hold and
squeeze his rapidly erecting cock, and they kissed deeply, his fingers
rubbing and caressing her pussy as her fingers encircled and squeezed his
cock, jerking him to full hardness.
   "What are you doing, you bad girl?" grinned Finn, "Don't you know what
happens to bad girls who do nasty things like that?"
   Lara paused what she was doing, leaning up to look into her brother's
eyes, and deliberately squeezed and rubbed him even harder.
   "Do they get their poochie's filled-up with their brother boyfriend's
nasty, runny, sticky spunk?" she lisped, rubbing her stiff nipples across
his chest.  That did it for Finn; in one swift motion he rolled over,
pinning her under him, holding her taut little bum cheeks as he slid
between her thighs.  Lara gasped as his thick cock hot-dogged her pussy
lips, scraping gently across her clitoris and making sharp little zings of
pleasure zip through her.
   "Oh Finny, that's so nice, do that again!" she husked, so he obliged,
gently sawing his cock back and forth across her swelling pussy.
   Lara closed her eyes as he stimulated her clitoris with his cock, never
once penetrating her, just frotting her perfectly.  It was having its
effect on him too; the sight of his gorgeous sister writhing naked
underneath him, the heat and damp of her eager pussy sliding along the
length of his cock, her soft gasping mewing sounds as she rubbed against
his hardness, all these were trying to make him come, hard.
   As he sawed back and forth, the hard bead of her clitoris rubbed against
him, both of them gasping at the heightened sensation.  It took all his
will-power to hold back from just ramming himself into his sister's tight
pussy and fucking her senseless.
   Lara began to push more determinedly against him, rubbing herself
against him as he rubbed against her, her eyes tight shut as she humped
enthusiastically against him.  Finally, she reached up, pulling Finn down
to her, and as their lips met, she came in a rush of sweet-scented fluids,
bathing Finn's cock and balls in her aromatic ejaculate.
   That was too much for Finn, his hoarse shout of bliss mingling with her
muted scream as orgasm overtook them both.  Something convulsed deep inside
him as a jet of semen burst from him to coat Lara's belly with a glaze of
hot, creamy spunk, spurt after spurt pumping from him to paint her belly
and pool in the dimple of her navel.  Lara held and squeezed his cock,
directing the spurts of semen, finally letting him go as he sank down
beside her, a contented look on both their faces.
   They turned to each other for a final kiss, Finn holding her to him as
he once more kissed her the best way he knew how.  When he let her go, Lara
rolled onto her back, a slightly glazed expression on her face.
   "I never knew you could kiss like that, baby, you can't escape now. 
You'll have to keep doing that to me forever!"
   Finn rolled on his side to look into her eyes.
   "OK, it's a deal, only..."
   "What, what is it Finny?" asked a suddenly apprehensive Lara.
   Finn grinned.
   "Don't ask me to do that again right now, I'm nearly dead here, so
please, please, can we go to breakfast, I need food!"
   *
   After a quick shower, they dressed, a little more conservatively this
time; Finn in jeans and a polo shirt, and Lara in a tank top and tight
shorts and a pair of gladiator sandals.  As they were leaving the room,
Lara grinned and pulled down her shorts at the back to show Finn she wasn't
wearing any panties.
   "Why the commando, Sissy, were you expecting any action at breakfast?"
grinned Finn.  Lara thumped him on his upper arm.
   "No Finny, unless, of course, the mood takes you and just you can't
resist me; just don't forget why I brought you here, though; this isn't a
weekend mixer, you know; this is an advanced, intensive course in how to
rampantly shag your little sister, only, I guess I'm not your sister
anymore, am I?  In any case, what we've done so far is just the entrée; I
expect the main course later, stud-boy!"
   Finn grinned at her forthrightness.
   "Just what are you expecting then, fiancée of mine?"
   Lara smiled back, her eyes sparkling at hearing what Finn had called
her, pulling her tank-top tight so her nipples stuck out at him.
   "Thank you for that, Sweetie!  And today, surprise me, baby!  All I want
is earth-shaking, bed-breaking, window-rattling, monkey-fucking; I want to
make noises only bats can hear, and I want to shift this place off its
foundations, so put that inventive, dirty, over-sexed little mind of yours
to work on it, stud-muffin.  I expect to be hyper-fucked today!  Just
remember, I didn't bring you here to admire the bloody décor!"
   Finn pulled her close and kissed her as he pushed her shorts down to the
tops of her thighs, allowing him to fondle her firm, rounded little rump,
squeezing and gently pulling apart the satiny globes, making her gasp as
she kissed him back.
   "I've got all the scenery I need right here!  Love you Sissy!"
   Lara ground gently against him as her hands slid inside his shirt to
caress and squeeze his solid back muscles.
   "And I love you too, Finny, never forget that; this weekend was supposed
to make you mine, but you should know one thing; I was always yours..." she
murmured into his neck as she nuzzled him.
   Finn released her; appealing as Lara was right now, with her tight
little shorts pulled down to her thighs and her shapely, sexy bottom
available for him to squeeze and jiggle, the lions were roaring, and he
needed food, so, reluctantly, he pulled her shorts back up and kissed her
one last time.
   "OK, Sissy, I'm done, I'll top-off your tank later, but now feed me,
Pretty Lady!"
   Lara led the way, following the tiny inset LED's on the walls blinking
in time to her bracelet, along a corridor Finn hadn't seen yet, to another
pair of double doors.
   As they approached, the doors swung open into a large, airy, brightly
lit atrium set up as a reasonable facsimile of an outdoor bistro, circular
tables with centre umbrellas scattered randomly, with a long table along
one wall filled to overflowing with food, hot and cold, to cater for every
breakfast taste, and a coffee bar with a pair of Baristas ready to make any
coffee requested.
   Finn quickly filled two plates with toast, scrambled eggs, and sausages,
and brought them back to the table where Lara was seated.  As they ate,
other couples at adjacent tables chatted with them, the room filled with
the sound of conversation and laughter.
   Finn noticed Evan and his two sisters circulating around the tables,
stopping to chat and laugh with everyone, charming hosts seeing to their
guest's needs.  Lara tucked into her breakfast with a will, eventually
sending Finn back to the buffet to bring her a selection of fruit, and as
they talked about what had happened between them, Finn glanced up to see
Evan grinning at them
   "Finn, Lara, may I join you?"
   Lara smiled and indicated an empty chair, Evan seating himself and
smiling happily at them.
   "First off, let me thank you for coming.  I do hope you're enjoying
yourselves?"
   Finn was completely disarmed by his easy charm and relaxed manner, and
smiled back, taking Lara's hand as he did so.
   "We're having a great time, this is the most...unique party I've ever
attended!  Do you hold parties like this often?"
   Evan smiled as he beckoned Robyn over.
   "My sisters and I hold these several times a year, usually at special
times of the year: Hallowe'en, Valentine's Day, New Year, that sort of
thing, but this is the first mid-summer party; I think you'll agree, it
seems to have been a great success so far!"
   Robyn joined them, plumping down onto Evan's lap and kissing his cheek
as his arm curled around her waist.  Like Lara, she was dressed casually,
tiny shorts and a polo shirt, with simple tennis shoes to complete the
outfit.  She winked at Lara and grinned.
   "My sister and I noticed you at dinner last night, Lara, you really are
a stunner; perhaps you'd like to play with us later?"
   Robyn giggled and batted her eyelids at Finn, who stared blankly, his
mouth hanging open and his cheeks flaming.  Robyn kissed her fingertip and
grinned wickedly as she touched him on the lip with it.
   "Your brother is just the sweetest, most darling thing, Lara, oooh I
just want to bite him!  Don't worry, Finny, we're not going to steal her
away from you, or let anyone else play with her, but you can watch if you
like!"
   She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
   "And if you ask nicely, we'll let you play with us as well!" she said in
a loud stage whisper.  Finn's cheeks burned all over again, looking
helplessly at Lara, who was bursting with the effort of not laughing as
Robyn teased him.
   Evan pinched his sister's bottom, making her wriggle and grind herself
against him.
   "Leave him alone, Bobbi, let the poor man finish his breakfast!"
   Robyn pouted, then blew Finn a kiss as she winked again at Lara.
   "When you're ready, kids, the pool's open, come and join us!  I bet we
can think of something to do to pass the time; oooh, I can hardly wait!"
   She shimmied as she smiled seductively and blew a kiss at Finn, who
paled and then blushed scarlet all over again.  Robyn laughed, a fresh,
happy tinkle of amusement, then kissed Evan and jumped off his lap to begin
circulating around the tables again.  Finn wiped his forehead as Lara
smiled fondly at him; Robyn had completely unnerved him, and he was deeply
glad to be out of her cross-hairs.
   Evan reached over and clapped Finn on the shoulder.
   "Don't take too much notice of Robyn; she likes to keep people
off-balance, but she's a sweet girl.  She's right though; both my sisters
noticed you last night, both of you, and we'd like to get together later
with you for a little chat; we need to make some decisions soon, and I
think the two of you might be able to help us there.  Please keep this to
yourselves for now, and someone will come and get you later."
   He stood and smiled.
   "For now, though, today is relaxation day after yesterday's...exertions,
so please, mingle, relax, have fun, catch up on sleep if you need to. 
There's a formal dinner tonight, until then, my house is your house, please
feel free to explore.  Just follow the lights and you'll find something to
entertain or amuse you, I'm sure.  I have to go and mingle now, see you
later!  Oh, and the pool's right next door, perhaps when you've finished
your breakfast we'll see you in there."
   Evan left them to continue his duties as their host, circulating among
the tables and talking with everyone.
   Lara finished her breakfast and leaned over to kiss Finn lightly.
   "Happy you came now, baby?" she whispered, giggling softly as Finn
pulled her onto his lap and kissed her properly.
   "I'm glad I came, really!  The best thing you ever did was trick me into
coming here; now I don't want to leave, I just want to play with you
forever!"
   Lara licked his lips and jumped upright, pulling him up as well.
   "I want to see the pool, Finny, let's go!"
   Finn took her hand and followed her through the doors Evan had
indicated, and gasped.  The pool was huge, a re-creation of a Caribbean
beach, curved and overhung with palm trees and garlands of tropical
flowers, and a fresh, warm breeze blew, carrying the scent of fresh
tropical blooms.  The light came from a collection of sun-lamps high
overhead, giving a reasonable approximation of tropical sunlight.  Dotted
around the periphery of the 'beach' were sun-loungers, with one wall given
over to a row of small wooden cabanas with thatched roofs, nestled against
a backdrop of palm trees and thickly planted exotic vegetation.  A wave
machine completed the illusion, small waves breaking on the artificial
shore with a low background splash and roar.
   "Oh Finny, it's gorgeous!" exclaimed Lara, "I want to swim, come on,
Finny, I'll race you, last one in gets bitten on the bum!"
   Finn looked unsure.
   "I'd love to, baby, but I don't have a bathing suit..." he began, then
stopped dead as Lara peeled-off her top and shorts and began tugging at his
polo shirt.
   "Sissy, not here!" he hissed, trying to cover her up, but Lara just
giggled, kissing him swiftly as she tugged at the hem of his shirt.
   "Finny, you are so funny!  Look around, I don't think anyone cares...!"
   Sure enough, as he looked around, all the bathers and sun-worshippers
were naked, girls lying prone while their brothers rubbed them down with
tanning lotion, or else frolicking and tumbling in the waves, naked bodies
glistening in the bright artificial sunlight.
   Lara pulled a scrunchie off her wrist and caught her hair in a pony-tail
before unbuttoning Finn's jeans as he pulled off his shirt.  As he stepped
out of his clothes and tossed them onto the nearest sun-lounger, Lara once
again drank in the sight of him naked, his superb physique catching the
eyes of several other girls as well.  Lara grinned at that and slapped him
on the backside.
   "Oww, what was that for?" he grinned, and Lara grinned back as she
pulled him down to her by his ears.
   "Just reminding you who you're with, beefcake-boy!" she murmured, and
took his hand.  "C'mon, swim with me Finny; I want to play a little!"
   They ran down the gently sloping 'beach' and dived in, finding the water
slightly below body-temperature, cool enough to be refreshing and
revitalizing, but warm enough to feel tropical.  They played and gamboled,
racing, splashing and dunking each other, eventually joining in a water
fight with several other couples, each brother with his sister on his
shoulders trying to topple every other girl off her perch.
   Finn had no idea how long they played in the water, but eventually he
managed to drag Lara out of the water and onto a sun-lounger with him,
holding her close so they could talk, kiss and caress.  All his sister's
inhibitions about being naked in public seemed to have vanished, no doubt
helped by the fact that everyone else was in the same state.
   Finn was busily rubbing Lara down with sun-cream, and taking his time
over it, and was just starting to wonder about lunch when a pair of doors
opened and a large barbecue unit, with a whole pig roasting on a spit was
wheeled out, with a second one following, this time with vegetables and
pineapples grilling over the coals.
   A man in a vivid Hawaiian shirt and Bermuda shorts expertly carved the
roasted pig, and a team of pretty girls in slinky sarongs and bikini tops,
with flower garlands on their heads and Lei's around their necks quickly
circulated among all the loungers with trays of barbecued pork, bread,
grilled fruit and vegetables, and chilled soft drinks, tall exotic
concoctions full of tropical fruits.  As the couples ate, the sound of a
steel band began to play in the background, further enhancing the tropical
feel.
   Finn watched Lara as she ate, her eyes on the crisp pork rib in her
fingers, her head bobbing in time to the music.
   "Enjoying yourself, Sissy?" he finally asked her softly, and Lara smiled
as she chewed and swallowed blissfully.
   "This is the best time I've ever had, Finny; thank you for being here to
share it with me!" she replied, grinning as Finn dabbed her chin where a
trickle of sauce had found its way.
   "You brought me here, baby-girl, so thank you, I'm having the best time
of my life!" he grinned back, leaning over to kiss her.  "When this party's
over, I'll show you how grateful I am!"
   Lara shivered delightedly, leaning closer to whisper in his ear;
   "Are you going to stick that big thing in me again?  I really should ask
my brother, but I seem to have mislaid him; I guess it's alright!"
   As she spoke she playfully nipped his ear and scratched his chest
lightly with a fingernail, sending a thrill through him.  Finn held her
hand and pulled her closer for a proper kiss.
   "When you're ready, and if you're up for it, we can borrow one of those
little huts; people have been sneaking in and out of them all afternoon; I
really doubt they were catching their breath or discussing world politics
while they were in there!"
   Lara looked at him for a couple of seconds, then put down the remains of
her pork rib and licked her fingers.
   "OK, I'm ready, let's do this!  I've always wanted to be banged on a
beach by you; what are you waiting for?" she grinned, reaching for his
hand.
   Trying not to look conspicuous, which was a little difficult with his
rapidly inflating cock, they made their way to the line of Cabanas, working
their way along until they found one that wasn't filled with the sounds of
enthusiastic humping, then slipped inside and latched the door.  Lara
wrapped her arms around him as soon as he locked the door.
   "Oh Finn, do you know what it felt like, seeing you naked all day and
not touching?  What a bloody torture, so come on Finny, you owe me for
doing that to me!"
   Finn picked her up and gently put her on the slatted bench/bed, its hard
wooden surface softened with a thick futon-like cotton bed-roll and a pile
of pillows.  He nibbled her ear and squeezed her nipple lightly, listening
to her little gasp of pleasure.
   "Do you know what it's been like for ME, sitting there all morning
trying desperately not to get a thundering hard-on every time I looked at
you?  Way I see it, you owe me for torturing me, so come on Sissy, time to
pay up!"
   Lara sat up and straddled him, rubbing her nipples against his chest as
she licked his lips, his chin, and his ear.
   "So that's how you see it, eh?" she whispered, "Tell you what Finny,
when I've finished with you, you can do what you like to me, deal?"
   "Suits me!" he grinned, pulling her closer by her taut buttocks and
trapping his now fully erect cock between them.  Lara smiled minxily and
began rubbing herself against him, up and down, rolling and squeezing his
distended cock between their two bellies as she did so, gently biting along
his jaw between kissing him, working him up to fever pitch.
   As she worked him up, Finn squeezed and fondled her sexy little bottom,
pulling the cheeks apart to hear her gasp and giggle before she went back
to grinding against him, until he couldn't take any more.
   With an inarticulate growl, Finn lifted her as though she was completely
weightless and slid her onto his impossibly hard cock, Lara's eyes widening
and her mouth opening in a soundless gasp as she was impaled on her
brother's thick cock.  Her eyes closed as she pulled herself tightly
against him, pumping herself along his length as he held her, pushing up as
she bore down, fucking his little sister as deeply as he could, and pushing
his cock as far into her as it would fit.
   Lara grinned and pushed him over on his back, following him down to kiss
and bite his neck, his lips, while still pumping against him for all she
was worth.
   Her orgasm broke with a low growling sound from her, rising to a hoarse
groan as once again sexual pleasure curled and eddied through her, all
sense and rational thought blown away by the power of her orgasm as it
swelled and ebbed, leaving her floating in a void filled with pure
pleasure.
   She came to her senses to see a worried-looking Finn looking strangely
at her.
   "Thought I'd lost you there for a second, Sissy, you went ...I dunno,
somewhere else; are you okay baby-girl?"
   Lara smiled happily at the look of concern on his face, feeling better
than she had in a very long time indeed; her Finny loved her, she could see
it plainly on his face, and all was right in her world.
   "I'm fine, Finny, better than I've ever been; you took me to a new
place, baby, and that's just one reason I won't ever let you go.  I love
you Finn, now make love to me!"
   Lara rolled off him and onto her back, spreading her thighs as Finn
stroked her between them, hot curls of pleasure rising through her as he
touched and caressed her, his fingers working magic even as his lips held
her spellbound.  He kissed her along the line of her throat, and down to
the valley between her small, perfect breasts, pausing to lick and circle
her nipples, teasing the nubs once again into hard little points, before
continuing to kiss her belly and lower, until he kissed and lapped lightly
at the apex of her moist slit.
   Lara bucked as he poked his tongue into her, groaning as he moved away,
but her disappointment was short-lived; he was just moving between her
wide-spread thighs, to once more lick and lap at her, his tongue probing
her with short, stabbing little licks, each lick sending a sharp electric
jolt through her.
   Finn continued to lick and taste her, from the little hood of her
clitoris all the way down to her taut, tightly-crinkled little anus and
back up again, until Lara was writhing and pushing her pussy into his face,
demanding he give her more and more.
   Finn did just that, finally forcing his tongue deep into her pussy,
pushing her labia open as he penetrated, his thumb gently massaging her
clitoris as he tongue-fucked her, but it wasn't until he jammed his pointed
tongue into her anus that she erupted in orgasm, a guttural scream tearing
from her throat as she came, and came hard, as the assault on her anus and
pussy continued, a spray of sweet-scented juices bathing his face, allowing
him to taste her and drink her juices.
   Now he reared over her again, his cock stiff and swollen, needing her.
Lara took him and aimed him into herself, her breath gusting out of her as
he slid once more into her depths.  As he rammed his cock into her pussy,
his finger rubbed and lubricated her anus, slipping into her in time with
his pounding cock, opening her, loosening and relaxing her.
   Lara pushed her ring out; she knew what he wanted to do, she wanted him
to do it to her, and so, when he withdrew from her, once again she aimed
him, this time resting his head against the tight ring of her anus, pushing
out as he pushed in, and once again giving a gusty sigh as he slid slowly,
inexorably into the depths of her rectum.
   Once he was embedded in her, Finn stopped, waiting for word from Lara,
who grinned at him as she pulled him closer to kiss him.
   "What are you waiting for, stud?  Fuck my arse properly, stretch me wide
open, you promised you would, so fill me up, stud-boy!"
   With that, Finn began that old, insistent motion, steadily sliding
himself in and out of her, pumping her faster and faster as the going
became easier.  Lara's head whipped from side to side as Finn pounded her,
and suddenly the image from his dream was there in front of him: Lara with
her hair spread over the pillow, her head whipping from side to side as he
pounded into her tight arse, her breathing loud and harsh in the confined
space as he rammed his cock into her anus like a fleshy piston.
   As he realized it was his dream come true, Lara pulled him down to kiss
him, crushing her lips to his, and that was when he finally lost it, pulse
after pulse of hot sperm bolting out of him as his swelling cock-head
jammed in the tight, sinewy confines of her anal tube.
   Lara screamed into his mouth, her own orgasm thrilling and surging
through her, making Finn groan as her anus contracted around him, her
cervix fluttering and drumming against him in the tightness of her rectum,
separated from him only by a thin membrane.  The pressure on his cock was
incredible, milking and squeezing every last drop of semen from him, spurt
after spurt bursting out of him and into her, until he felt that she'd
emptied him forever, such was the intensity of sensation as he ejaculated
into her tight, sinewy anus.
   Finn slumped down and rolled over in one move, pulling her on top of
him, his burning cock still tightly embedded in her glove-tight rectum. 
Lara lay still, her heart drumming against his as her volcanic orgasm ebbed
and slowly died away, her ear pressed to Finn's chest to listen as his
heartbeat gradually slowed to normal.  As they both relaxed, his cock
slowly slid from her, Lara giggling as his spunk slowly bubbled and dripped
out of her stretched-open little pucker.  Finally, she stirred and made to
get up.
   "Finny, I think my tank's overflowing!  Come on, Finny, I need a shower,
wake up Finny!" she murmured as she scratched his scrotum gently, making
him open his eyes and grin.
   "Wow, shagging you like that, now that is what I call well fucking-hot!"
he murmured, making Lara giggle at his intentional vulgarity even as his
hands came up to once more squeeze, jiggle, and fondle her round, sexy
little bum-cheeks.  Lara slowly climbed off him, kissing his stomach as she
slid off him and stood upright, only to giggle as Finn swung around to sit
upright and pull her close again by her bum-cheeks, gently biting and
nibbling each nipple in turn.
   "Stop it Finny, or we'll never get out of here!  Come on, there's
probably a queue outside by now!"
   There wasn't quite a queue, but there was one couple who'd obviously run
out of patience and self-restraint; the young man was leaning back against
the wall of the cabana, his eyes tight shut while his sister was on her
knees in front of him, his cock between her lips as she sucked him for all
she was worth, her head bobbing as she squeezed and fondled his balls.
   Lara recognized the girl from the day before; she was the spectacular
blonde whose brother had rejected her; obviously he'd had a change of
heart, and they'd been allowed to stay.  Lara grinned at the sight of her
sucking so avidly on her brother's thick cock, then looked around as Finn
nudged her and pointed at the sun-lounger area; every lounger was occupied
by a couple in the throes of sexual ecstasy; everywhere she looked pumping
hips and bobbing breasts met her gaze as the couples fucked
enthusiastically, all traces of inhibition gone as they gave in to their
impulses, filling the room with the sound of their moans and gasps.
   And it wasn't all brother/sister pairings, either; obviously a certain
amount of mix 'n' match had been going on, and now several of the young
couples were experimenting with new partners.
   Finn scowled, glad he and Lara hadn't been around when that had started
happening; he wasn't too sure what his reaction would have been if someone
had tried pawing at Lara or propositioning her, but it wouldn't have been
good, no sir!
   Lara grinned and took Finn's hand to lead him into the shower alcove,
rinsing herself off and helping Finn to wash away the sweat and all traces
of what they'd been doing.  She giggled and squirmed as he squirted shower
gel on her and then slowly massaged her breasts before squeezing more
between her buttocks and washing her slowly, slipping his fingers into her
anus every so often just to make her shiver and squirm against him.
   By the time they'd finished, Finn was sporting yet another memorable
erection, and Lara's nipples were stiff with arousal, not helped by him
paying extra attention to them as he gently dried her off with a giant
beach towel.
   When they stepped out of the shower alcove, Robyn was waiting for them,
a secret smile on her face.
   Wordlessly she handed them their clothes, waiting for them to get
dressed, then held her hands out to them.
   "Finn, Lara, would you come with me, please?  Evan, Sylvie and I would
very much like to talk to you, in private; please, it's important."
   *****
   to be continued....
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