Chapter 3, Book 2 of
The Dreamer
Escape and Refuge by dolphininthesky
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story code: mf, petting, MF, inc-bro/sis, lact, Fff, oral, toy,
In the silence of the empty corridor, the two shots
seemed thunderous
even with the suppressor at the end of the barrel muffling the sounds.
The twisted and
deformed metal bolts gave way under the heavy-set hunter's weight as he
shouldered through the door. The lead hunter burst into the apartment
with
Valkyrie close behind him, their nerves as tense as their trigger
fingers, ready to fire at the first hint of any movement or sound.
Hunter policy was shoot first and ask questions later - a bullet of two
wasn't going to kill a vampyrr. Heck, even the whole magazine might not
do that. Two other
hunters entered quickly behind them, their muzzles sweeping the room.
The four swiftly checked every one of
the rooms in the apartment. Someone swore - loudly, colourfully, and
with feeling. The apartment was
empty. The birds had flown the coop.
Valkyrie dashed to the large window that looked
out over the street and threw it open. Craning her neck, she caught
sight of a white car just as it disappeared
round the corner half a block away. It was too late for them to give
chase but -- Valkyrie quickly looked skyward and gave
a shrill whistle. A speck of white was circling overhead and as she
signaled, it banked and moved in the direction of the white car.
Satisfied, Valkyrie bit her lower lip
thoughtfully. They had tracked them to this apartment and she had seen
that female vampyrr, Lisette of House Silfer, at the window waving at them. The cheek of that
energy-sucking scum! She had been surprised and alarmed to see
Lisette still alive
and well the morning
after the Packleader had cast the Rune of Ruination on her. She must
have been much more powerful than they had thought.
Of course, hunters had
been stationed at the ground level to watch the
single
elevator and two fire escapes but these saw no sign of the two vampyrie
leaving. They quickly realised why - at the end
of the corridor on David's level, a door was half open, its cheap lock
broken. It was an old, disused, fire escape with rickety stairs that
ran along the
outside of the building and ended in a back alley. The rusted steps had
been deemed too
dangerous some years ago and the doors of that fire escape had been
locked and the 'Exit' signs removed. The hunters had missed it for this
reason, but it
was clear the vampyrie hadn't.
They went through David's apartment with a fine
comb but there was little useful information to be gleaned from it.
'There isn't even a scrap of paper with his name
on it,' declared a hunter with dissatisfaction. Valkyrie frowned. The
vampyrr who had been living here was very thorough. It was probably the
male vampyrr that she had mistakenly attacked last night, thinking he
was Lisette Silfer. He had tricked her and escaped, and two other
hunters had seen him leaving with Lisette. But who was he? They had
found no clues to his identity so far, but Valkyrie
suspected that he was probably an associate or ally of the House of
Silfer.
One of the hunters was already calling their contacts in various
government departments on his mobile. The apartment and its
associated utilities were under the name of one Mr. Smith. Mr. Smith as
it
turned out, was not a false
name, but a real person - an old man with
a crusty and suspicious nature. After a half-hour conversation
consisting mostly of 'wassat?' and 'speak up! young 'uns mumbling
all the time these days' and 'I don't know nu'thin', he finally gave
up trying to talk to Mr. Smith. All that he could inveigle out of the
aged and half-deaf landlord was that a David of unknown last name had
rented the place for a year and that he paid his rent on time.
They took the elevator to the ground level and reported back to
the Packleader. At his command, the pack withdrew as quickly as they
had arrived. Valkyrie however, left alone, in a motorcycle. Her task
would be to track the two vampyrie down just as she had done today, and
to
call in the rest of the pack when she'd found them. A little device
strapped to her wrist showed latitude and longitude
on a tiny LCD panel. There was also a blinking
arrow on a grid of compass directions. She gunned the motor on her
powerful machine and sped off in the direction of the arrow. Her gut
instinct had told her the white car she saw turning the corner from the
window of the apartment was probably the two fleeing vampyrie. She
hoped she wasn't wrong.
***
It was a journey of only three hours, but it was a tiring one. David
had not slept much the night before and he wished he could curl up and
snooze like Lisette could. She was fast asleep already, with an
expression of utter peace and contentment. She had that that childlike
confidence in David's ability to, among other things, keep the world
spinning, hold the armies of darkness at bay and guarantee her love and
happiness for the rest of eternity.
When David saw that they weren't being followed
by any other cars, he breathed a sigh of relief. They seemed to have
given the hunters the slip by leaving via the old fire escape. To
Mandy's indignation, he had insisted that she
return to
her apartment whilst he fled with Lisette. He hadn't wanted to put
Mandy into danger. Thus far, the hunters knew about him and Lisette but
they were quite unaware of Mandy's existence. He wanted it to stay that
way. He decided that he would
leave with Lisette and draw the hunters away from the apartment. He had
to tear himself away from the reluctant Mandy and he'd made her promise
not to go anywhere near his apartment in his absence in case the
hunters were watching it.
Avoiding
the hunters earlier had been a game where he had all the aces - he
could tell where they were but they couldn't tell where he was. He knew
from the night before that the minds of the hunters looked like
normal minds on the outside but the moment he tried to enter them, he
would find that some invisible barrier seemed to prevent him from doing
so. By casting out his mind and quickly probing the group of minds that
he had sensed entering the building, he was able to confirm that
they were indeed hunters. His probing revealed that they had set a
guard on each of the possible exits from the building and that several
of
them were coming up for him on the elevator. But he saw also that they
had missed the old, locked
fire exit. So he and Lisette had escaped using that one, unguarded
route.
Suddenly, a sound roused him from the reverie he had sunk into as he
drove. He looked over to see Lisette waking up and rubbing her sleepy
eyes. She looked at him, her lips parted but she hesitated and kept
quiet. David could tell that something was on her mind.
'What is it, Lisette?' he asked.
'Um.. when will we see Mandy?' she asked timidly. She missed the
younger girl already.
'Not for a few days at least,' David said, 'We're going to have to hide
somewhere until those ... ah... bad men who are chasing us give up and
go away.' David still found it difficult talking to her as though she
were a child. They drove on a little further in silence until Lisette
spoke up again.
'David... I need to..
wee...'
David nodded and told her to wait a little while. They pulled over at
the
next gas station and he pointed out the toilet to her. She hurried
inside whilst David filled the tank.
When he was done, he sat in the car and waited.
Fifteen minutes later, David was beginning to worry. He got out and
walked over to the toilets which were behind the little station. He
stopped outside the female toilet and called out tentatively,
'Lisette?' No answer. He opened the door a little and peeked in to see
the row of cubicles. One of them was occupied and he called out her
name again.
'David?' the door opened a sliver and a teary eye peeked out. David
took a quick look around and saw that no one was watching. He stepped
into the female toilet and walked up to Lisette's cubicle. Seeing
David, Lisette opened the door completely. A salty droplet ran down the
side of her beautiful face. Her bottom lip quivered.
'What's wrong?' asked David, startled.
'I.. I don't know how to...' she said as she fumbled with her jeans -
the belt, the button and the zip completely alien to her.
David scolded himself mentally as entered the cubicle and shut it
behind him. He should have thought of that! Mandy had bathed and
dressed her earlier that morning, and when they were in the car, he'd
had to help her with the safety belt. He should have expected her to
have trouble with this as well. Poor Lisette had been trying to get her
pants off for the last fifteen minutes with little success. Now, she
stood there shifting her weight restlessly from one foot to the other
in an attempt to ease the aching pressure in her bladder. She gave a
little sob, squeezing her thighs together tightly. She was going to wet
herself any moment.
David quickly undid her belt and pulled her jeans down. He paused and
looked up. She looked at him expectantly with moist, soulful eyes. He
shook his head and pulled
her little panties down. He nearly gasped out loud. She was beautiful.
She had a gentle dusting of fur that was the same unique colour as her
silky butt-length locks - a fairness that went beyond ash, left
platinum far behind and could only be described as the purest burnished
silver. It shimmered like liquid moonlight. Below such a sprinkling of
silver down was her
little love aperture. It was barely visible between tightly clenched
folds, giving it
the appearance of a faint, pinkish line. He looked away, blushing hard.
Just as he was helping her onto the seat, he said, 'Wait.. Your hair is
too long, you don't want it sweeping the toilet seat, do you? Let me
hold it aside....' He gathered her long, shimmering hair in his hands
as
she sat down. He couldn't help admiring its beautiful colour and
the silky smoothness between his fingers. He heard Lisette give a
little contented sigh. The sound of water drew his averted gaze
downwards as surely as a magnet draws iron filings. A yellow stream
gushed between her sweet bared thighs.
Before he
could turn away again, Lisette looked up at him and smiled contentedly,
a picture of complete innocence.
David felt he had to say something to distract his own
wildly running thoughts but he didn't quite know what. 'Feels
good?' slipped out before he could stop himself.
'Mmmhmm,' she looked up and nodded happily as the warm, murmuring
stream tinged the
water in the toilet bowl a rich golden colour. In the close confines of
the cubicle, a faint scent rose to David's nose - the floral scent of
her hair, the delicate fragrance of her body, and also, a more pungent
aroma.
Oh shit, David thought to himself as Lisette's eyes fell lower.
Standing beside the seated girl, his crotch was eye-level with her and
the
effect she had on his body was gradually becoming evident. She
looked puzzled at first. Then she suddenly giggled as realisation
dawned. Innocent as she was, she was not unaware of the subtleties of
the male anatomy - after all, she had been witness to David and Mandy's
nocturnal
activities the night before.
He suddenly heard the door
of the toilet open as someone came in. The
newcomer's heels clicked across
the tiled
room. The door to the next cubicle creaked shut and they heard the
rustling sound of clothing followed by a little sigh and the sound of
water hitting water.
Disaster struck. 'Why does it grow so big,
David?' Lisette asked, a world of innocence on her face. David could
hear the slight pause in the sound of running water next door as the
lady's muscles tightened involuntarily as the question rung out loud
and clear in the silence of the ladies' room. A blushing David pressed
his hand lightly to
Lisette's lips to silence her. He could almost
hear the implications of that question sinking into the lady's mind.
Lisette's lips felt soft and moist on his fingers and she looked at him
questioningly. He shook his head and mentally told her to be quiet
until the woman in the next cubicle left. She heard his voice speak in
her mind - something she was used to already - and she unquestioningly
remained silent. They stayed that way, him standing beside her with his
fingers pressed to her
mouth, their eyes locked. From the sound of it, the lady in the next
cubicle was trying to leave as fast as she could.
David gave a sigh of relief. Seeing that Lisette had finished, he
taught her how to wipe herself clean. He got down between her legs and
gently swiped at her delicate slit. But because it was tightly closed
like an unbudded flower, he had to use one hand to tenderly part the
petals so that he could clean her properly. As he exposed her most
private
area David found himself sweating and breathing hard. A faint hint of
girl muskiness hit his sense of smell. He swabbed her pinkness
gingerly, then handed her a new tissue and told her to do it this time.
If he was fortunate (or unfortunate) she would quickly learn how to do
this on her own. His mouth was dry and his hands trembled slightly as
he watched her part herself and wipe her tiny urethral opening dry. It
was over all too soon and he had to get her dressed again. This by
itself was
quite a challenge as her jeans were rather tight. Their bodies rubbed
together in the close proximity of the cubicle as they stuffed
her back into her jeans with some difficulty.
As they exited the toilet, they saw walking towards them, a lady with a
very offended look on her face and a man who appeared to work at that
station who was trying his best to placate her. She jabbed her finger
at David and Lisette and the man shouted and started running towards
them. David took Lisette's hand and fled. They reached their car just
in time and took off in a tearing hurry.
***
Seventeen year-old Beth was trying to wheedle her way out of the chores
her mother was insisting she do when the white sedan pulled up in front
of the
house. She took one look at the driver and rushed up to the car. No
sooner did David get out of the car when he found a ball of youthful
energy barelling into him. Beth threw her arms around David and hugged
him hard.
'Uncle Davy!!' she shrieked.
'Uncy Davy!' Suddenly, another bundle arrived at great speed, crashing
into them and adding to the mess of limbs and bodies. The second
bundle looked just like the first. Anne was older by one minute and she
squealed with delight as she and her sister sandwiched David between
them. Beth called him Uncle and Anne called him Uncy.
David's parents had
passed away when he was only eleven. His two other older siblings had
just finished school then and they'd moved away to look for work,
leaving him in the care of the eldest, Fiona Turner. His sister Fiona
had taken over the family farm and single-handedly managed it whilst
raising the pair of twins and David. David and his nieces were only
seven years apart and they'd grown up with an uncle who was really like
their older brother.
Not having seen him since Christmas, the pair of giggling teens clung
to David.
They giggled and fawned over him as though they were still the 'little
squirts' he'd grown up with. But as their ripe bodies rubbed against
his,
David realised that the two girls were most definitely
not seven anymore, but seventeen. He hugged them back briefly before
extricating himself from
the twin
octopi so that he could greet his sister with a peck and a hug.
Fiona Turner regarded her brother with fondness. They were nine years
apart; she was the oldest and he, the youngest. 'What? Not even
a phone call to say you were coming? And with a guest too!' she scolded
him mockingly, her eyes moving past him to regard the girl who had
arrived with him. Lisette was standing behind David, timidly looking at
the ground. David laughed, pulled Lisette to stand next to him and
introduced her
to his sister and two nieces. Lisette greeted them shyly but David's
warm, kindly sister, and the two rambunctious girls quickly made her
feel at home. As they started for the farmhouse David pulled his sister
aside.
'Um... Fion,' he began. He'd always called her Fion. 'About
Lisette....'
'Don't tell me you want to be put into the same room,' Fiona warned, 'I
won't have you two filling the house with strange noises in the middle
of the night. Why, she's barely older than Beth and Anne! I won't have
you two corrupting my sweet little girls.'
David laughed. His sister was a conservative woman who brought up her
two girls with the strict hand of discipline in the hopes that they
wouldn't follow in their mother's footsteps. Beth and Anne didn't know
but Fiona had been quite the wild girl when she was their age. She'd
gotten herself pregnant at age sixteen and the two potential fathers had fled
before parental identity could be resolved. Suddenly faced with
motherhood, Fiona Turner had forsaken the wild ways of her youth and
dedicated herself to raising the girls whilst running the family farm
that mom and dad left behind. As a result of her own hard-learned
lesson, she enrolled her two girls in an all
girl's school and forbid them from dating till
after they graduated.
'It's not like that!' David protested, 'Put her in the twins' bedroom.
What I wanted to tell you was that Lisette had an accident not long ago
and she can't remember anything from before. So she's a bit like a six
year old child... like, um... she doesn't remember how to bathe herself
or how to go to the toilet so she needs help with
stuff like that,' David explained to his sister,
blushing a little
at the memory of the latter.
'Oh!' Fiona said, 'The poor girl. You should have said so earlier!'
Fiona hurried up to the three girls who were walking ahead of them to
rescue Lisette from the grilling she was getting from David's nieces.
They had been questioning their Uncle's 'girlfriend' about the juicy
details of the relationship and poor Lisette had not the faintest idea
what they were talking about. Fiona shooed the girls away and bundled
Lisette into the house. She later took the girls aside and told them
what David had said to her. Thereafter, the twins were
extra nice to Lisette and Fiona and the girls treated her like she was
family.
The rest of the day passed quickly. Whilst David caught up with his
sister over tea and biscuits in the old family farmhouse, the twins
insisted on taking their newfound friend on a grand tour of the farm.
The farmhands were in for a treat that day. They were used to seeing
the two lovely twins bouncing around the farm working on the various
chores their mother had set them. The twins had shoulder-length hair
the colour of dark honey and they were as pretty as their mother (Fiona
Tuner was the prettiest woman for many miles around and a rich farmer
too. Unfortunately, she seemed to be dedicated to remaining single and
had so far spurned the advances of every man who approached her). The
two young girls had lithe, supple bodies with the ampleness of bosom
that threatened to someday outdo their mother's. The fact that the two
were perfectly identical from their lovely freckled faces to their
cutesy toes
only added oil to the fires that burned in the loins of those big,
burly hired hands.
The twins were lovely, but the newcomer today was an angelic vision. Her slight, petite build
was no match for the twins when it came to
bra-size and womanly curves. But the pretty twins paled in comparison
to the
loveliness of her countenance. And her uniquely
silver hair floated down to her waist like a silver aura that shone as
it radiated outwards. Hers was a beauty that
could launch a thousand ships. Whole cities would be razed and many
nations conquered to win her hand. Odes were sung and sonnets composed.
The simple farmhands trembled and salivated in the presence of the
angelic being that had descended on the farm. But Lisette took no
notice - she was too busy cooing over the animals.
She was delighted to meet the farm dogs, the sheep, the cattle, the
chickins' and especially the cute little calves and baby goats. All
these came to her like gentle lambs - even the old and bad-tempered
Bull and the rather ill-natured sows. That the Bull should stand there
docilely and let her pet it between its horns came as a shock to the
twins and the men in charge of the cattle. They usually only ever went
near it with a cattle prod in one hand. The dogs, one or two of which
could be quite nasty to strangers, fawned over her. And the chickens,
which generally scatter when someone walks up to them, would stand
still until she was done stroking their feathers. By the time they had
finished, the men held her in great awe, like an angel incarnate. As
she fussed over a month old lamb the twins were showing her, Lisette
suddenly caught sight of David walking over from the farmhouse.
She waved excitedly, 'David! David! Come look at the cute little lamb!'
David waved and grinned back. As he drew near, he heard Anne say, 'Uncy
Davy, she's wuuunderfull with the animals. They all adore her, even
the old Bull!'
'Do they?' he asked absentmindedly. Beth and Anne thought David seemed
to have a faraway look in his eyes for a moment. He wasn't looking at
Lisette. Nor was he looking at the lamb, cute and little though it was.
With his mind, David was observing a thin thread, as thin as spider's
silk, extending from
Lisette to the little animal. He probed deeper and saw that Lisette was
not even aware of it. Within the deepest parts of her mind, in her
Source, was a little amount of energy - a mere
puddle - left over from her ordeal at the hands
of the energy entity the hunters had unleashed. It was not very useful,
given its amount. And Lisette had forgotten how to use it anyway. But
David saw that she had unconsciously linked her mind with the animals.
The little thread of energy was hardly a proper link of course, and she
would not have been able to control the animals as David could. But it
was sufficient to calm them and somehow cause the animals to settle
docilely under her petting hand.
David saw a glimmer of hope. That she could unconsciously use the trace
amounts of mental energy left over from the destruction of her mind
seemed to indicate that he could teach her once again how to build up
and use her energies. He feared however, that the knowledge he had
would be a poor replacement for the knowledge that she had lost. He
sensed that her former knowledge and usage of mental energy may have
surpassed his. Still, if he could get in touch with the society of
energy users that her mind had called vampyrie before its devastation,
he might be
able to learn the knowledge she once had and teach it to her again.
In his sudden delight at seeing Lisette unconsciously use her mind and
energy to tame the animals, David looked around and then pointed to a
robin that was
twittering on the branch of a large tree nearby, 'The lamb is nothing.
Look how much the bird likes her!' He was in a playful mood and his
mind
leaped out nimbly and caught the bird unawares. He concentrated as he
easily wrested
control of the avian mind. He looked out through the robin's beady
little eyes at
the humans below. Spreading his wings, he swooped down and with
graceful ease, landed on a human girl's shoulder.
The twins cried out in astonishment as the robin hopped about Lisette's
shoulder before pecking her lightly on the cheek with its little beak.
Lisette giggled happily, lamb in her arms and robin on her shoulder.
Then, reaching into her mind, David drew out a very thin tendril of
energy from the tiny glimmer of her Source and connected it to the
robin's mind before he withdrew completely. Free from his control but
now linked to Lisette by a tiny thread, the robin remained on her
shoulder, hopping around and chirping noisily.
'Ah!' Lisette gave a soft cry as she felt a stirring inside her the
moment David manipulated her mental energy. She looked at him
questioningly as though she sensed that he had done something in her
but he merely smiled. She turned her attention to the red breasted
bird, ooh-ing and ahh-ing admiringly. When the three girls were done
with the
animals, David saw Lisette's energy threads break off as she
unconsciously released the lamb and the robin from her thrall. They
returned to the farmhouse together - it was already evening and David
had come to call them to dinner.
Lisette
and the twins were chattering away excitedly, fast friends already.
Whilst the twins felt a little strange seeing a girl who looked to be a
few years older than they were talk and behave as though she were a
child, they got used to her quickly.
She was also quick and intelligent, unlike someone who was mentally
challenged. Her mental faculties were sound and undamaged, only her
memories, including many very basic ones, had been taken away.
If Lisette was childlike, she was
a very sweet-natured and intelligent child who endeared herself with
everyone she met.
They sat around to a hearty and delicious dinner,
after which the three girls trooped off to take their baths. Fiona had
instructed the twins to help bathe and clothe Lisette. The two twins
were rather excited - it was a bit like a game to them. They had a
live-sized Barbie doll to play with, to bathe and dress up! The twins
often bathed together from habit and the large and rather ancient
porcelain tub they used would be a little cramped tonight, but they
didn't mind. Fiona sent David to the bathroom en suite to her own
bedroom. As he bathed, he wondered to himself what would have happened
if he had stayed at a motel instead of his sister's for the night.
Would he be the one in the tub with Lisette instead of his twin nieces?
His twin nieces? The image of the twins and Lisette frolicking in a tub
of bubbly froth came unbidden. Those were his
nieces! How could he even be thinking about them like this.
He shivered and tried to focus on thoughts of Mandy, Becky and Julie
instead.... He already had three beautiful girls... perish the thought
of a fourth one! Or a fifth and sixth one.... He sighed and slid back
in the tub, relaxing in the warm, soapy water. He glanced down ruefully
to find a swollen, red and purple head breaking out from the bubbly
water
surface and staring back at him with its single, angry eye. He closed
his eyes and tried to concentrate on distinctly unsexy thoughts.... But
his rod refused to back down, rising out of the water like a single
stalk of
a blue lotus rising defiantly above the tranquil waters of a quiet pond.
He was too preoccupied with his thoughts to hear the soft sounds of the
door opening and
the faint rustle of clothing dropping to the floor. A hand suddenly
reached into the water and took hold of David's stiff member. He yelped
and opened his eyes.
'Thinking about that sweet, young thing you brought back, hmm?' came a
voice from beside the tub.
'Fion!' David cried out in surprise as he saw his sister. He swallowed.
At thirty-three, her body was
trim, firm and tight, without any stretch marks or signs of motherhood.
Her large breasts floated weightless and free, the almost
pastel pink aureoles were particularly striking
against her tanned skin. She was toned, supple and bronzed from all the
hard work that she did alongside the hired farmhands. Every farm maid
developed strong arms from all the milking, butter churning etc, etc.
But
she wasn't just the farmer's wife or the
'womenfolk' of the farm - she was the farmer
(something the other farmers
and the men in the marketplace never seemed to quite get). And that
meant doing a lot of what was traditionally the men's work as well.
Her athletic body got into the tub with him. Or half on top of him,
since he was lying in the tub and there was limited space. Slippery
skin slid against slippery skin, her breasts hot and
heavy against him. David gasped at the sensation. 'Mmmm...' she purred.
Her hand still on his member, she squeezed lightly and murmured,
'Haven't felt this in a long time. Has it been boning our cute little
silver-haired friend?'
'No.. no.. ah! ...It's not like that.. ah.... I've already told you...'
David said, his body squirming under the sensory assault. He punctuated
his sentences with a strangled cry for every squeeze she gave him.
'Then what are you waiting for? Or do you have some even prettier
girlfriend waiting for you back in the city?' She gave him a
threatening squeeze when he did not reply immediately. Her hand cupped
his balls and rolled them around gently. David whimpered. Her methods
of
interrogation were considerably more effective than those used in
terrorist detainment centres for she soon wormed out of him the fact
that he had not one pretty girlfriend, but three waiting for him. Two of whom
were decidedly a 'little'
young.
'Been robbing the cradle, have we? Well, how do the breasts of an 'old'
woman compare with the teenage handfuls you've been getting?' Fiona
said, as she slid up his body until her luscious chest
loomed over his face like a Nimitz class bearing down on a little
Greenpeace raft.
'What's that, can't hear you?' she purred as his voice came up rather
muffled from under the hills of bounty.
'I said, they can't compare,' David repeated a little louder, sighing
with guilty pleasure as the walls of bounty closed in on his senses.
Mandy and Becky
had pleasant lemon-sized handfuls, and Julie was like a large and juicy
mango, but his sister dwarfed them all with her proud - and all-natural
- melons. 'And who said you're old?' he said as he nuzzled into his
sibling,
enjoying the contrasting softness and firmness.
Almost immediately,
guilt stabbed him. 'Wait.. wait... I can't...' he said as he tried to
push her away. With a sigh, she eased herself off him and he struggled
to sit up. They both sat there at opposite ends of the tub.
'These three are that
special, huh?' Fiona looked at him curiously.
'Fion... I...' David started to say, but he couldn't get any further.
His relationship with his sister was.... complicated.
He remembered how it all began. He had been fourteen and she,
twenty-three. The twins had been only seven then. It was their custom
to bathe two at a time to save water - the twins with each other, and
David with Fiona. He'd been bathing with one other sibling for as long
as he could remember and bathing with Fiona was no different. There was
nothing even remotely sexual about it, it was something the family
had always done. It was just: I scrub your back, you scrub mine.
He'd been an awkward and insecure teenager. He never quite got
over the sudden
and traumatic departure of
his parents two years before. One day, he and Fiona had been bathing
together; just splashing around and chatting idly when the subject of
their
parents came up. To his shame (boys of fourteen aren't meant to cry),
David had broken down in front of his sister. To comfort her distressed
brother, Fiona had hugged him to her bare chest, laying his head on her
feminine pillows as she gently stroked his hair. Possibly, her motherly
act had reminded young David of their own mother and he had bawled even
more loudly. Desperately trying to calm him down, Fiona had reflexively
pushed
his head gently against her breasts, until his mouth came in contact
with her nipples. Instinctively, David had sucked them into
his mouth like an infant needing comfort and warmth. He finally
quietened down as his mouth devoted itself to suckling his sister's
breasts in between little sobs as he buried his head into her motherly
softness. Somewhat embarrassed but also unwilling to push her brother
away for fear he'd start sobbing again, Fiona had let him nurse her
heavy teats for as long as he liked.
Afterward, Fiona blushed hotly whenever she thought about the episode.
But she
was glad she'd been able to comfort her brother. Thereafter, it became
a ritual that seemed to increase in frequency. Whenever David felt sad
or lonely - which was quite often, for he was still deeply disturbed by
the trauma of the loss of their parents - he would seek out his sister
for comfort. Sometimes it would be in the day when the twins were not
around and she was in a relatively private place like the kitchen or
her room. And sometimes, he would come to her room in the middle of the
night and crawl under her covers. She would feel his hand clutching a
breast softly. He would unbutton her shirt or push it up and out of the
way.
Then he would push her bra aside and suckle possessively for a long
time - sometimes all night, till he fell asleep.
Initially, she felt
that she ought to stop him but she couldn't bring herself to do it.
After a while, she accepted it when she saw that her brother's usual
moodiness and melancholic demeanour was improving as a result of their
'therapy'. Soon, she
would skip wearing a bra during the times when she knew he'd be coming
for her. Those were strange years. David was a deeply insecure
teenager. She was his source of comfort and it was perhaps his sister's
comfort that had allowed him to grow up normal. Or at
least not some terribly disturbed and unstable person. You couldn't
exactly call his present state normal.
But the suckling had other side effects as well. Ones that were not as
pure as the mother-child, sister-brother bonding that it effected.
Whilst Fiona may have been sexually active as a teenager (leading to
the birth of twins of indeterminate parentage) she had left that
lifestyle behind after entering motherhood. She had mellowed, becoming
more stable and mature in her emotions and behaviour. But she was still
very much a young woman. One who was at the peak of her fertility. A
deep call resounded inside her. A call to be filled. With a man. With
seed. With children. A primal urge to mate. To breed. Living on a farm,
she was consciously reminded of this everywhere she turned. The sheep
bred, the cows mated, the hogs and sows grunted in the mud, the cats
prowled at night mewing their need. And the dogs humped everything that
moved - or didn't move - including her leg, which was their great
favourite.
And David was a teenage boy with the associated storm of
hormones raging through him - what more need be said?
One thing led to
another and it started the same way the suckling had - in the bath tub.
That day, David had gotten
into the tub first. He sat there watching as she shucked her clothes
and got in with him. Fiona did not resist as David came closer. He
pecked her on the cheek with a brotherly kiss before lowering his head
and fastening his hungry mouth on her nips in a distinctly unbrotherly
fashion. Fiona let out a deep breath, her
muscles relaxed in the hot water, the steam that evaporated from the
watery surface made her feel comfortable and heady. Most of all, the
sensations from her brother's mouth made her feel warm and tingly all
over as it often did. Apart from her reluctance to turn her brother
away in his time of need, those sensations were also reasons why she
didn't stop him from nursing on her day after day.
It was then that the most amazing thing happened. Fiona felt
a pleasurable tingling in her breasts that was similar yet distinct
from the usual sensations of her brother's lips and tongue manipulating
her nipples. Meanwhile, David suddenly tasted a sweet, thin and warm
liquid in his mouth. He gave a little start, then gave a few more
experimental sucks before he lifted his head and started making
excited, wordless sounds, unable to speak with his mouth full of
sister's milky nectar.
'Mmhhhn!.. mhmm! mmmh!' David said, pointing to his mouth excitedly.
Fiona was still unaware of what had happened and David, reluctant to
swallow the milk and so part with the wonderful and wholesome taste in
his mouth, was unable to express in words what had happened. In his
trepidation and excitement, he suddenly leaned forward and pressed his
lips against his sister's.
'Mhhhhhh!!!' Fiona made a startled sound as her brother kissed her full
on the mouth, his tongue parting her lips insistently. But before she
could push him away, a sweet liquid trickled into her mouth. Her eyes
grew big as she instantly recognized what it was, having breastfed her
twin girls before. But she had no idea at that time that lactation was
possible without childbearing. It was only much later that they
realised the relentless attention David gave her mammaries day and
night had induced a natural reaction from her body.
David pulled back and looked at her,
both their faces filled with surprise. David laughed suddenly,
full of mirth and amazement. His head dipped down again and latched
itself onto Fiona's lushness. She felt the tingling again as she filled
her brother's mouth with her breast milk. Again, David would lift his
head up and push his mouth onto hers so that she could taste it as
well. Somehow, David wanted to share the weird and wonderful experience
with her and this was the only way he could think of.
But the sweetness of sister's milk was not the only discovery that day.
Each time he pressed his mouth against hers, he experienced the honeyed
sweetness of sister's lips as well. They generally pecked each other on
the cheek affectionately and this full-on, mouth-to-mouth exchange was
a strange and exciting development. Fiona felt David's tongue entering
her mouth a little deeper each time. At this point, she was pretty sure
she ought to put a stop to all this before anything worse happened.
The problem was that she found herself doing quite the opposite. Every
suckle, every kiss stoked the fires of her heat. Her back arched
involuntarily to offer her sisterly charms to his rapacious suckling.
Her tongue tangled and dallied with his as she kissed back with
feminine hunger. She had not had a man for years and she was not given
to the habit of masturbation. As David's mouth and hands attacked her
with enthusiasm, he was opening the floodgates that had dammed and held
back her desire for far too long.
The surprise of finding herself producing breast milk passed, and was
replaced with a warm, peaceful tingling that spread from her turgid
nipple tips to her inflamed aureoles, and to her swollen and heavy
breasts. A
deeper and more intense fire simmered and seethed further down in her
belly. She felt feminine and womanly, dangerously so. Her body was hot
- so hot she was afraid she would spontaneously combust. She was not
acting herself - her collected, calm and conservative self. She was
acting like pre-motherhood Fiona. Fiery Fiona, one boyfriend had called
her after she'd jumped him and fucked his brains out (Fiery Fuckin'
Fiona, was what he told his friends the next day). She gave a growl as
David lifted his head once more from her breast to kiss and share the
milk with her again. She pressed his head back onto her teats and said
urgently, 'Suck. Harder.'
'Fion...' David murmured happily into his sister's mammaries as he
complied with zest. Without warning, Fiona's body shook and shuddered
as she groaned in release. Her thighs clenched and tightened, her legs
closing like a vice on David's leg. Without conscious realisation, she
humped her brother's leg. It was only when the pleasure ebbed that she
realised to her shame that she was grinding the soft and moist centre
of her femininity on her younger brother's knee, letting the downy
stringiness of his leg hairs scratch at her itching clitoris. A deep
scarlet coloured her cheeks and the flight response kicked in. She
struggled to push David away and to rise from the tub. She simply
didn't know how to face her little brother after she had orgasmed on
him like that. And he was only fifteen. She felt as though she'd
somehow raped and used him for her pleasure.
But David would have none of it. He had not drunk his fill of milk. As
she tried to push him off, he pushed back, using
the weight of his body to pin her against the slanted sides of the tub.
'No.... David, let me up,' Fiona protested.
'Wait, Fion.... just a little more,' he said, looking up with those
pleading puppy eyes. She could never refuse her younger brother and as
he continued to have his way with her large, lactating breasts, the
little stabs and pinpricks of pleasure began to eat at her again. Shame
filled her as she realised she would have another orgasm if she let him
continue. But there was anticipation too, for she had just tasted her
first climax in years. However, shame overcame desire and she firmly
pushed David away from her breasts.
'No! No... look, David, you shouldn't be ... Ahhhh! Wait! No! No! Not
there!!!' Fiona squeaked and squealed as she felt his leg that was
still trapped between her thighs under the water, suddenly rub itself
up and down her soft, sensitized spot. David was
not totally ignorant about such matters. He knew his sister's earlier
reaction had been an orgasm, such as what he experienced when he
masturbated. And from the way she'd humped his leg, he gathered that
that must have been pleasurable for her. When she started to pushed him
away, he wanted to make her stay a little longer and in a sudden flash
of
inspiration, he thought that she might stay if he made her feel good
again.
Still highly aroused and barely having come down
from the peaks of her desire, the sudden, deliberate friction of his
thigh and knee against her soft, damp snatch set off the fireworks in
her tummy. It was like the long string of red firecrackers set off in
Chinatown during the Lunar New Year, or like throwing twenty boxes of
matches into the fire, or like popping fifty champagne bottles at the
same
time after they'd been
vigorously shaken. It was a string of crackling, bursting explosions
that popped and fizzed and foamed, shaking the very depths of her soul.
'Stay a little longer, sis.... look, I'll make you feel good like
this,' he said to her in a whisper. He didn't know why but it just
seemed right to whisper at that moment.
'Nggggghhh.... ngguhh.. nguhhh.... nguhhhh....' Fiona whimpered weakly,
her senses overpowered. She thrashed occasionally, flinging water over
the sides of the tub and onto the floor. But at other times, she would
just shake silently, biting her lip, her knuckles white as she gripped
David's shoulder and the sides of the tub. David feasted to his heart's
content at his sister's breast. Nothing that came from a bovine udder
could ever beat sister's sweet and fragrant
dairy products. All the while, he kept his sister
in
place with the gentle ministrations of his thigh, later replaced by his
fingers as he gained more confidence.
As his confidence further heightened, so did David's rampaging, teenage
desire. The straining discomfort of the stiffness in his loins nagged
at him like a little wheedling voice. It whispered to him to do
terrible things; things David dared not even think about. He knew what
the consequences of incest
were - monstrous, disfigured children and possible annihilation by
divine lightning. So he stopped just short of the act and did what he
thought he could at least get away with. He took his by now swollen and
terribly uncomfortable member in his hands and comforted it by stroking
it up and down his sister's velvety nether lips. He groaned as the
cycloptic eye of the giant man-worm closely investigated Fiona's
womanhood.
The worm kissed the weeping crevice from one end to the
other and then back again, causing the lips of her sex to open up like
a blossoming flower. But during one of these journeys, the worm
discovered a very distinct and obvious nubbin that poked out from the
amongst the many fleshy petals. The purple worm gently nudged it. It
throbbed in reply and Fiona shuddered powerfully. So the worm kissed
and rubbed against it repeatedly, eliciting strong responses from Fiona
each time. Suddenly, the worm's eye dilated like a little mouth and
swallowed the little nubbin. It had been completely by accident but
both David and Fiona gasped and came at the same time.
Fiona thought she would die from the pleasure. But when she felt the
hot jets of incestuous, seminal anointing spraying her cuntal
entrance, she panicked. She did not know that David had no intentions
of going any further and she thought that he was going to try and fuck
her.
She had been impregnated and dumped once and she didn't want another
traumatic repeat. Still in the throes of orgasm, Fiona
mustered all the strength and willpower she had and pushed hard, trying
to get him
off her. She was not some willowy damsel who epitomized the term 'the
weaker sex'. She had a farm to run and you couldn't get by without some
pretty strong limbs. She heaved with all the strength she could muster
in her current orgasmic state and David gave a startled grunt as he
felt
himself lifted off his sister. His body rose two inches, but in that
instant, Fiona's hands
slipped on his wet and soapy body and he fell back on her.
David's feet and hands scrabbled at the sides of the tub to stop
himself from crashing into Fiona but although it slowed his descent, it
did not stop it.
'Ooooofff!' he grunted as he landed on her body, his head landing in
the soft pillows of her chest. But further down, he felt an alien
feeling - a tight, warmth enveloping his hot and straining penis.
'Aaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!!!!' Fiona screeched. Realisation hit David
like a falling anvil (an expression that is true only in the world of
Walt Disney - elsewhere, anvils almost never ever fall from the sky).
He
gave a strangled cry of despair at the thought that he had hurt his
sister and he immediately tried to get off her. Of
course, David didn't know her scream was not motivated by pain. He
panicked, as anyone would, if they
accidentally stuck their 'thing' into their sister and she started
screaming her head off.
To begin with, David's manhood had been aligned with her womanhood as
he rubbed his sex into hers.
When her hands slipped, causing him to fall, he had the misfortune (or
fortune, depending on how you saw it) to 'fall on his own sword'. He
impaled her - albeit slowly - for his madly scrabbling hands and feet
had helped slow his descent. Inch by inch it entered, though he fought
long and hard, trying to get a proper grip on the slippery tub walls so
that he could pull himself out. But he failed miserably as gravity and
space-time conspired to consummate their incestuous coupling.
Fiona screamed as his teenage phallus slammed into her,
scraping against every nerve ending in her vice-like chamber. Years of
disuse had made her as tight as she'd been when she was a virgin and
the shock of sudden penetration by the thick, veined, ribbed and
throbbing member caused her to scream again and again from an overload
of white-hot bliss. The velvet, silky delight propagated in shock waves
from her sexual centre into every corner of her body, making her see
stars.
'Fion! Fion! Are you alright?' David cried out, desperately pulling
away from her. But as he did so, she thrashed violently from the spasms
overtaking her soul, causing David to lose his balance. His fingers
scrabbled at the sides of the slippery porcelain tub for a second time
and he failed again. Oh, what
misery and guilt he felt as he sank
even further down, deeply embedding himself inside his older sister.
'Shit! Of course I'm not alright!' she yelled as she started to cum
uncontrollably. She was being fucked by her little brother, how could
she be alright? But her body disagreed as it had the most satisfying
cum - the only cum - it'd had
in years. Her body flowed and rippled under his, her dripping sex
gripping and clenching and contracting. He'd been milking her for the
past half hour and now she was returning the favour. When poor David
heard her yell, he still hadn't caught on, so he tried to pull away
again. But this time, Fiona gripped his waist tightly and pulled him
firmly into her, groaning as she did so.
'Fion! Sis! What.. stop! stop! let me out!' David said, quite
frightened by now. Her groan of delight sounded like a moan of pain in
his ears.
'Oh... be quiet and.. and just do it....' she whimpered needily.
'Wha... what are you saying?' David wasn't sure he understood
correctly. He was sweating profusely and he was pretty sure his lust
addled mind had twisted the words she'd said and given it the
interpretation his cock desired. But he was not an animal. He would
resist - he made a final, grand attempt to pull out before it was too
late. This time he almost succeeded. But just as
the tip of his poker was about to exit her entrance, Fiona's hips
lifted off the bottom of the tub and swallowed him again.
'You idiot! Just... ff...fuck me.....' she whispered in delight and
frustration as she ground her pubic bone into his,her sisterly genital
hairs
matting and twining together with his.
'Ohhh.... ohhhh .... bu... but. .... but...' David stuttered as his
willpower began to show cracks. He pushed back mightily into her
thrusting pelvis, putting his babymaker deep into his sister, until it
passed her vagina and peeked into her cervix. 'Bu..bbut.. that's incest....' he managed to stammer,
protesting the act even as he committed it. She didn't reply and he
didn't repeat his protest. All rational thought vanished as the
two siblings coupled in a heated, wild and unrestrained love dance. For
a long, long time, the bathroom echoed with the sounds of splashing
water, sisterly passion and brotherly love.
Afterward, Fiona had not known what to make of
their encounter. She
knew that her relationship with her sibling would be changed forever
just like it had when he had first suckled her. And she knew that like
the sucking, he'd probably come again for more. She also knew she
wouldn't be able to refuse her beloved brother for long,
especially when her traitorous body tempted and betrayed her at every
turn - for their intense coupling had unleashed her long suppressed
'other' self, Fiery Fuckin' Fiona. So she did the only sensible thing
she could do in that situation - she
prepared condoms. A large box of it. And they went through box after
box, year after year, until David started college and moved out of the
farm.
Things were complicated four years ago when he'd moved out. They still
were. He visited the
farm quite often, living only three hours away. And he always visited his sister. At night. In
the dark. After she'd gone to bed. Fiona was conservative to the point
of being prudish in all other aspects of her life. But when David came
sneaking into her bed after the twins were asleep, all the sexual
vivacity she kept pent and sealed up inside would be let loose with a
bang, like some powerful genie of the lamp that'd been released from
its imprisonment. David was her only respite from
a life of strict celibacy. She had needs, and it
was better to have those needs fulfilled by her brother who loved her
dearly, rather than by some random stranger she picked up at the bar
or, Heaven forbid, one of those bigoted yokels who would love to marry
her, get their hands on her farm and relegate her to a 'woman's proper
position'.
Fiona knew of course that he was her brother -
they could never ever marry and live happily ever after. She
knew of his girlfriends at college, and it didn't bother her. She would
have understood if he'd told her he didn't want to cheat on them, but
so far, when he came to visit, he'd never once hesitated in boning her.
For him to protest now meant that these three girls were different from
the others. Well, for one, they were three instead of one.
'You haven't been thinking of moving to Utah, have you?'
'Huh? Oh. Um... ' David turned red. 'It's ... it's really complicated.
And... and I don't really feel that I'm being fair to the three of
them,' he tried to explain. 'And somehow, if.. if we did it, I don't think it'll be fair to
them and to you. I...ah '
Fiona interrupted him with a sudden hug.
'What was that for?' he asked when she broke off the embrace.
'I'm really happy for you,' Fiona said, smiling. 'I know you've had a
couple of girlfriends over the years, but I can tell that these three
are special. I knew we couldn't possibly keep having sex anyway; one
day you'd meet the girl of your dreams, get married and everything
between us would change. Um.. this is a little different from what I
expected. Meeting three girls
of your dreams - you must dream a lot - but I can tell its the start of
something special.'
She looked at her brother, then suddenly started to get up from the
tub. It was probably not a good idea for them to stay naked and in
close proximity. The very sight of him made her want to jump on him and
fuck the daylights out of him. She wanted to honour his commitment to
those girls.
'Wait...' David caught her hand as she rose to leave. She looked at him
questioningly, rivulets of water running down her toned and supple body
as she stood there knee deep in the soapy water. He pulled her down
again. 'Fion.... I ... I do love you. As a brother. But not just as a
brother.' His voice was thick with emotion as he pulled her close to
him. He saw her as his sister. But she was also much more than that.
The siblings held each other tightly, unable to express the turmoil of
thoughts and emotions inside them.
'It's enough for me just to hear you say that, Davy,' Fion whispered,
choking back a little sob. She promised to remember and treasure his
words forever. Though they could never be as husband and wife, she now
knew that she had a place in his heart. She
tried to pull away again. She wanted to leave. Before she broke down
completely. She continued to say, her heart
breaking even as she spoke the words, 'So...
so... I'll understand if we never make love again. It's right that you
don't cheat on your...'
He pressed his fingers lightly to her mouth,
interrupting her. David felt an ache deep inside
him. It felt as though a curtain, a wall, a barrier, was coming down
between him and Fiona. If he let her leave, things would never be the
same again. There would be an unseen divide between them, shattering
the lingering sweetness of the intimacy they shared - and intimacy
deeper and richer than any other love he'd ever known. He pressed his
fingers on her lips, preventing her from saying anymore. Then his lips
replaced his fingers. It was slow and tentative at first, but it grew
and grew, becoming heated, deep and passionate. 'Why..' she tried to
ask but his tongue wrestled hers to silence.
Their lovemaking began in the bathroom - just like their first time -
and was adjourned to the bedroom
when the water got too cold. It was lingering and tender, fiery and
electric, primal yet poetic, at times like a powerful tempest and at
times like a gentle zephyr. As her body rippled under him, David
fiercely resolved that whatever happened, he would love his beautiful
sibling, he would treasure her and cherish her, he would not let any
harm befall her, he would do all that was in his power to bring her
happiness.
***
As brother and sister reconfirmed their sibling
love, other interesting events were taking place in a
quite similar bathroom not far away. The tiled room echoed with the
sounds of splashing water and girlish giggles. Three water nymphs
cavorted amid soapy bubbles; two were bathing a third.
Anne and her slightly younger sister, Beth were enjoying the novelty of
having a third person in the tub with them. They usually bathed
together but today they had a beautiful visitor. They couldn't help
admiring Lisette's beautiful hair as they washed it. After that, they
lathered their hands with soap and ran their sudsy hands over Lisette's
delicate and slender body. She jerked and snorted a giggle, shying
away. The twins laughed and Beth clapped her hands in delight - Lisette
was ticklish! This was going to be more fun than they thought.
'No! no! ... hehehehe..... don't!...hahaha....' Lisette squirmed and
splashed, trying to escape her tormentors. One on either side of her,
the twins 'washed' her thoroughly, their soapy hands and slippery
fingers exploring every inch of bared skin, paying special attention to
her neck, her armpits and sides, the back of her knee, the soles and
even the skin between her toes. One twin would wrap her arms tightly
around Lisette to keep her still whilst the other would run feathery
light touches up and down her responsive body. Covered with white,
bubbly suds, Lisette's lithe and supple body twisted and turned,
waggled and wriggled as giggles and snorts exploding from her cute
little mouth.
Being active and athletic by nature, the twins' own sizable jugs were a
regular nuisance and they had to bind them up uncomfortably in the
tightest sports bras to be able to run around and play as they often
did. So they actually found themselves envying Lisette's perky breasts
that tightened up and wiggled as they toyed with it.
When the twittering twins had had their fun, they rinsed their friend
off. Rising from the tub, they took turns drying each other off with a
large towel. Lisette shivered as the twins rubbed the rough terry cloth
against her body. When they let the material run over the sensitive
place between her legs, she yipped and jumped, much to their delight.
Opening the door, they entered the twins' bedroom,
where three sets of pajamas had been laid out on the large bed that the
twins shared - pink, blue and yellow with identical 'Hello Kitty'
patterns.
Just as they were about to dress, Beth stopped them. She winked
playfully at Anne and said, 'Wait, we're not done yet.
There's some place we haven't cleaned properly yet.' Anne said nothing
even though she honestly couldn't think of any place they hadn't
washed. They'd made sure Lisette was as clean as a whistle. Anne had
even soaped and rinsed Lisette's bum. It had felt a bit 'icky'
touching her there at first. But when the twins discovered that Lisette
was very ticklish there, they
took turns running slippery fingers over her little puckered opening,
making her dance from foot to foot, begging them to stop.
Lisette looked rather puzzled as Beth instructed her to lie down on her
back on the bed with her knees bent and her legs spread open. Although
she hadn't the faintest inkling as to what Beth had in
mind, she did it unquestioningly with childlike obedience. Anne was not
so innocent and she gave a light gasp, 'You're not going to.....'
'Not going to what?' Lisette asked.
Beth scowled at Anne and said, 'We almost forgot this Lisette, but this
is a very important part of a girl's personal hygiene. We've got to
make sure we clean the hidden areas here very thoroughly.' As she said
'here' she looked pointedly at Lisette's completely exposed quim. Anne
looked at her younger sister with concern - she was going to!
Beth couldn't help admiring the sparse sprinkling
of downy silver hairs atop Lisette's little mound. She placed her hands
on both sides of the graceful, girlish hillock and pressed gently. It
split like an over-ripe peach, revealing the delicate and soft insides.
'Pass the cotton buds please, Anne,' she said calmly. Anne gulped and
reached for the little box of cotton swabs on the dresser. She produced
a thin plastic rod
topped with a tuft of cotton and handed it to Beth. 'And a glass of
water,' Beth said and Anne went back into the bathroom to get one.
At this point, Anne wasn't too sure what Beth was going to do. The
sisters each knew the other masturbated, but they did so quietly under
the bed covers whilst keeping to their side of the bed. And they did it
in the
middle of the night, when they thought their other twin was fast
asleep.
When Anne saw
the position Beth had put Lisette in, with her legs spread and her
privates helplessly exposed, she'd thought that her twin was going to
play with her privates. But if that was the case, where did the cotton
buds come in? She looked over her sister's
shoulder with mounting curiosity.
Beth swallowed and said with a calmness that belied her internal
nervousness, 'Look carefully now, Lisette.' Lisette craned her neck
forward to get a better view of what Beth was going to do.
'Do you know what this part of your body is, Lisette?' Beth asked.
'Um... where I pee from?' Lisette cocked her head and replied
uncertainly.
'Yes. It's called your cunny and it has other uses besides peeing.'
Anne cleared her throat and interjected, 'Vagina. It's also called a
vagina.'
'Va... vagina. Cunny,' Lisette repeated, committing the words to
memory.
'And on both sides of your cunny are your cunny lips, see?' Beth
continued, her finger tracing them out as she explained.
Lisette squirmed a little. 'Ticklish,' she murmured. She hoped they
didn't tickle her again like they had earlier.
Beth smirked. 'And at the top of your cunny, where the cunny lips meet
is your hood.'
'Hood?' That was Anne. She didn't see where this was going.
'Don't interrupt me Anne,' Beth said with a frown as her finger
carelessly stroked the clitoral hood atop Lisette's pulsing peach. At
her stimulation, the hood pulled back just a little and something
lighter coloured peeked out shyly underneath. Beth's fingers then
firmly pulled the hood back fully, exposing the tiny nubbin below.
Lisette squirmed under her hand uncomfortably.
It wasn't ticklish, but it felt funny. 'What are
you doing, Beth?'
'Cleaning you, Lis,' Beth replied. 'If you don't clean underneath this
hood properly, dirt and pee can accumulate and you can get an
infection or a rash. Without further ceremony, Beth wetted the cotton
tip of the
applicator with the water and swabbed the flesh under the hood.
Lisette flinched as though she had been jolted with electricity. She
instinctively tried to close her legs, but her naked tormentor was
half-sitting and
half-squatting on the bed between her thighs. 'Keep your legs open,'
Beth instructed and
Lisette parted them again hesitantly.
'Feels funny,' she said.
'It's not painful, right?' Beth said, 'Just hold still and let me clean
you. You don't want an infection there just because you didn't clean it
properly.' Beth could hear Anne's breath quickening as her sibling
looked over her shoulder to witness the clitoral cleaning that was
being administered. She smiled to herself - evidently she was not the
only one getting excited by this. Lisette strained to keep her legs
apart as Beth swiped her lightly, working the soft, wettish cotton into
the nooks and crannies under the sheath that usually covered her now
fully engorged bulb.
'Here, Lis, do you see this little nub?' Beth asked suddenly.
'Huh?' Lisette opened her eyes and looked down at where Beth was
pointing. Beth gently prodded said nub with the cotton bud to show
Lisette what she was talking about. Lisette thrashed, her hands grabbed
a corner of the bedsheet and twisted it and her quivering mound felt a
sudden wetness deep inside. 'That's your 'happy button',' Beth said
evilly as she swiped it repeatedly with the wet cotton.
'Nnnnnnnnnnh - ' a high
pitched whine escaped Lisette before she bit her lip to suppress it.
She frantically tried to close her legs but Beth sat between them,
preventing her from doing so. Relentlessly, the smirking twin swabbed
her friend repeatedly as her sister watched with bated breath and
moistening slit. Beth twirled the soft cotton applicator under the
hood, dragging it over and around the twitching and swollen glans,
polishing it enthusiastically.
'Do keep still! Cleanliness is next to godliness, as mom likes to say,'
said Beth.
'ggnnhhh...' Beth heard another soft whimper, but this
one came from behind her. She
glanced back at her nude twin. Anne's eyes had a glazed look as they
fixated between Lisette's twitching thighs and her hand was clamped
between her legs, her palm grinding frantically into her crotch. Their
eyes met and Anne whipped her hand away from her crotch, her face
scarlet. Beth stuck her tongue out at her sister before turning her
attentions back on Lisette, making Anne blush even more. Beth gave
Lisette a few more swipes with the cotton bud before rising from the
bed, declaring the job done.
'We... we're done?' Lisette asked with a tone of voice and expression
that made Beth feel like she'd taken a bone away from a puppy.
'You...,' Anne swallowed to wet her parched throat, 'You're sure she's
clean?'
'As a whistle,' said Beth, smirking first at her twin, who was trying
to hide her disappointment, and then at Lisette, who felt as though
something was missing though she wasn't quite sure what. Beth could
barely keep her face straight as she regarded her naked twin and the
equally nude older girl. Beth wasn't going to let Lisette and Anne both
enjoy themselves whilst she didn't get to touch her own needy cunny. If
she was going to do without, so were those two!
The three girls dressed in their matching pajamas, Lisette wearing one
of theirs - and what a pretty trio they made. Pink, blue and yellow
pajamas with Hello Kitty prints. They dried off and
brushed out each other's hair before crawling under the covers of their
shared bed to turn in for the night. Lisette slept in the middle with
Anne and Beth on each side. The lights went out and the three sleepy
girls were soon in dreamland.
The moon rose slowly, casting a liquid light into the room
that was softened and diffused by the little moisture droplets that had
gathered on the icy window panes. It was mid-autumn and the temperature
outside was reaching the tens in the wee hours of the night. Lisette,
snugly cocooned under the quilted covers between her two new best
friends, was awakened by a gentle tugging in her mind.
'Come,' said a voice that she knew immediately to be David's. Although
no one else spoke into her mind like David so often did, it hardly
seemed strange to her. He'd been speaking in her mind for as long
as she could remember (that is, the best part of two days). Careful not
to wake the slumbering twins, she crawled
out from under the
covers and shivered as she
padded quietly to the door. The timbers creaked softly underfoot
as she
made her way down the corridor to David's room. Opening it a sliver,
she peeked in. He was sitting on his bed, waiting for her. He patted
the spot beside him. She immediately clambered onto the bed and sat
beside him trustingly.
'Do you remember the animals and birds this afternoon? They came to
you, didn't they?' he started to say, speaking directly into her mind.
She nodded. She hadn't really given it much thought, though the twins
made it clear that they thought the animals' response to her was
amazing. Carefree and unburdened, her mind was preoccupied with more
pressing concerns - like how cute the baby lambs were, and how
she'd like a puppy of her own.
David smiled as he read her thoughts directly. 'Would you like to make
them come to you and do whatever you say? Like how I made the robin fly
to your shoulder and give you a little kiss?'
Lisette's eyes widened and her face lighted up as she nodded eagerly.
The animals let her pet them and they didn't run away, but if she could
make them do whatever she wanted like David - to her easily pleased
mind, that would be
heaven.
'I can teach you that.
You and I have a special ... gift.
An ability of some sort. I don't really understand all that much, but
I'll tell you what I know. You'll be able to enter an animal's mind, or
another person's mind. Like how I'm inside yours now. Would you like
that?' he asked.
She did. She thought it would be fun to wander around inside people's
heads
the way David did. His mind immediately gave her what would be the
mental equivalent of a mild rebuke.
'You mustn't do it just for 'fun'. You must use it responsibly.
Especially with your friends and loved ones - respect their privacy.
For example, I haven't looked inside Fiona and the twins' minds even
though its rather tempting. I won't, unless I absolutely have to,'
David said.
But you're inside my mind all the time, she protested. David laughed
and then said seriously, 'I'm sorry. Remember that energy creature you
met the other day. I had to enter your mind to save you from that
creature. And I got into the habit of popping in and out all the time.
I will ask you for permission to come in next time, ok?'
She nodded. She didn't mind him coming and going anyway. He was David.
David was touched by her implicit trust in him - she had nothing to
hide from him. He reached out his hand and patted her on the head. She
cocked her head and enjoyed the petting. He smiled. At times, he
couldn't avoid thinking of
Lisette as he would a little girl who was totally dependent on him.
But at other times, with her fully matured body and looks, he
could not help but think of her in a distinctly adult
manner.
'Okay, are you ready?' he asked. 'The first thing you need to do is to
fall asleep. Later on, you'll be able to do these things I'm about to
teach you whilst you're wide awake. But at this point, your mind is
unable to handle these whilst being fully awake and conscious.
At this point, your mind is not able to concentrate properly if you're
awake - you'll be distracted by all manner of thoughts and sensations,'
he told her. 'Just relax and try to drift off to sleep. Once you're
unconscious, your mind will be able to concentrate fully on what I'm
about to teach you,' he added softly even as Lisette closed her eyes
obediently. It was not difficult to fall asleep, it being two in the
morning.
Many things are easier taught with a live demonstration than with lots
of explanations. David's theory
of the mind, life and everything was one of them. Months of
experimentation with what worked and what didn't and the occasional
advice from the Artifact had led to a half-formed
and possibly half-baked explanation of things. The Artifact, he found,
was not exactly very forthcoming with details most of the time. He had
a suspicion that centuries of, by its own account, moving up and down
the ocean food-chain, transferring from fish to fish, may have somewhat
compromised the integrity of its memories. Either that or it was
holding out on something.
He brushed the passing thought aside and concentrated on the task at
hand. With a trickle of energy still left in her, he did not have to
start from scratch like he'd needed to with Mandy, Becky and Julie.
With those three, he'd had to channel his own energies into them to
awaken their Source. But Lisette was beyond that; her mind had been
opened already. She could sense, though somewhat faintly, the flows of
energy. And unconsciously, she'd even used it, just as she had done
with the animals earlier that day.
The first thing that needed to be done was getting more energy into her
Source. He would need to teach her how to mentally manipulate energy
and how to absorb it into her Source. And after that, there was the
matter of getting into another person's mind and influencing them
without being found out, entering into and possessing an animal's mind,
and, that nifty thing the Artifact had taught him only the other night
about healing biological energies. He'd mentally healed Lisette's wound
with it and he could see how that skill would come in handy, especially
with hunters out and about baying for their blood. Which brought him
back to the question of why hadn't the Artifact told him about the
possibility of mental healing earler? He shook his head and tried to
concentrate again.
Lisette drifted undreamingly in the shoreless sea of black; an infinity
of nothingness; the sweet oblivion of peaceful slumber. The darkness
lightened and a faint glow like the few moments just before dawn stole
over the black velvet sky. And she saw
that it was not the sky at all. It was a void. Formless and empty. The
faint glow that she saw came from behind her, and when she turned, she
saw that it was like the weak moon behind the mist, shedding the barest
glimmer of light. She had been here before. Her first memories had been
of this place. Then, she had hidden herself in a remote corner, hoping
to pass unnoticed, and so, escape certain destruction. She remembered
the creature. And the voice that had saved her.
Stretch out your mind, that familiar voice told her. The knowledge of how came into her mind suddenly.
One moment she knew not; now she did. Tentatively, she let her
consciousness expand out, until it seemed to escape or at least reach
the limits of the husk of flesh and blood that contained it. Someone
touched her. She turned around, instinctively knowing that it was
David's mind. Lisette felt a warm tingling as their disembodied
consciouness touched. How a mind feels warm and
tingly is anyone's guess, but that was the best she could describe it.
It
was a meeting of minds, more intimate than any bodily encounter.
Suddenly, a shimmering thread extended from David's mind, floating and
drifting toward her. It twisted and wriggled as though it was full of
energy. It glowed white hot, even though she could feel no heat from it
- indeed, heat had no meaning here.
'This is mental energy. Feel it with your mind. Use your thoughts to
move it, to manipulate it,' she heard David tell her. It was like a new
toy. It moved like it had a mind of its own, twisting and spiralling
madly. But she soon got used to handling it, taming it, making it move
at a whim.
'Look! That's how your body looks like with all the other types of
energies besides that of the mind.'
She looked down and gasped at what she saw. She was conscious for the
first time of her own body, sitting on the bed. Peacefully asleep, it
was leaning against David. Their two corporeal bodies were a
mass of colourful energy. The scene had an
organic beauty about it. Like two coral reefs,
alive with the pulsating, waving, moving fronds of corals, seaweeds and
a myriad of anemones, fishes, starfishes and what not. David then
showed her how to reel in the mental energy she was toying with and how
to absorb it into her Source, which was that weakly glowing light she
first saw.
'Now, are you ready for the difficult part?' David asked. He wasn't
sure if he was ready himself. As a first excercise, he had allowed her
to play with a strand of mental energy drawn from his own mind. But
now, he would need to show Lisette how to generate it on her own from
the mating of male and female energy. When David did it, he needed to
draw the sexual energy of a female and unite it with his own male
energy. But Lisette would need to do the opposite. He would surrender
his own male energy to her so that she could fuse it with her feminine
energy in order to create that third type of balanced, harmonized
energy that was useful for the purposes of driving the human mind.
The catch was this. The body produced those necessary ingredients of
male and female sexual energies only when it was in a state of arousal.
With Lisette's soft sleeping form half reclining in his chest, that was
not a difficult state to achieve. What was difficult was how to stop
himself from ravishing her sweet charms once he was in that state.
Hesitantly, his hand slipped beneath the folds of the loose bathrobe he
wore to bed tonight. His gentle ministrations and the scent
of Lisette's hair wafting up from the sweet head reclining against his
chest soon brought the desired
result.
'Here,' he said to her mentally, 'This is male energy.' A writhing
tendril of livid blue desire floated up and Lisette captured it easily
with
her mind.
'Oh,' she said. A little warm tingle fluttered inside her. David could
tell what had happened. It happened to him too. In the presence of the
sexual energy of the opposite gender, your own body inevitably produced
an equal and opposite reaction. There was something about the female
energy that aroused a strong reaction of male energies in him. And with
Lisette, a similar and opposite reaction was taking place. From her
belly, a warm, pink tendril rose up lazily - the distilled essence of
her feminine desire. Her Source grew brighter for moment as together,
they unified the pink and the blue energies and reeled it into her
Source, twining it around the ball of
energy.
Suddenly, in her mind, something else other than the Source caught her
eye. She saw what looked like an abundance of free floating
debris in the swirling emptiness of her mental space. Like asteroids
and solar dust in the orbit of the sun. Like a billion brilliant
particles of glitter and gold shot into the air and suspended by
swirling winds and pure starlight. They were like the mysterious
gaseous nebulas of distant galaxies. It was breathtaking. She
remembered the sight. It was in that memory she had - her first
memory - of her cowering before that creature of nightmares
when David had saved her. She remembered that somehow, the sight of all
those glittering clouds had evoked an inexplicable sadness within her
when she saw it. She felt it now too.
'They used to be memories. Yours. Before the energy creature destroyed
them.' David explained, sensing her mood.
She nodded, only half-understanding. He'd told her about this before.
How she must have once lived a different life, with different people,
having different memories. And how the creature had eaten all those
memories.
'Don't worry, we'll create new memories for you, okay? Nice, happy
ones,' David told her.
'Happy ones?' she asked.
He nodded. 'Look out, here's more energy coming in.' He released his
male energy into her mind and she caught it. Lisette pushed the
melancholic thoughts away and focused on the task at hand. He helped
her gather the two tendrils of yin
and yang, letting them
twirl and intertwine in a natural dance of courtship.
As they continued, Lisette felt her body rise to the occasion, pink
fibres of arousal blossoming from her lower body. More and more energy
poured out of their bodies as she struggled to concentrate, under
David's tutelage, to unite them and absorb the potent product into her
Source. She gasped. The rush she felt as her Source expanded from the
energy they fed it was potent and overwhelming. But it was not the only
sensation she felt. Her body kept distracting her, clamouring for
attention. It was a feeling not unlike what she felt during bathtime
earlier, especially when Beth had 'cleaned' her so thoroughly with the
little fluffy cotton bud. But this was much more intense. She fought to
focus on manipulating the energies, and in the end, prevailed.
'Enough,' David spluttered out aloud, waking her from her slumber.
Lisette's eyes fluttered open. She realised that she was lying in his
arms, her arms entwined around his neck. Her legs entangled with his,
her pajamas rumpled and disheveled, his bathrobe half open - not that
it was anything she hadn't seen before. She felt full and energized,
her Source brimming with power. But there was another hunger that
hadn't yet been sated.
'Mmmmm...' she said and rubbed herself against him like a purring
kitten. David nearly choked. He was trembling as he struggled to
restrain himself. She was so damn beautiful, he thought. And with an
innocence that almost invited a good ravaging. Heck, the twins had even
given her Hello Kitty pajamas. She was cute enough to be eaten whole.
He could hardly contain himself. He was so going to push her down on
the bed and rape her. Not that it would be rape. In her eyes, David
could do no wrong. He would make her whimper with pleasure and
distress. Her tight little hole would not be so tight when he was done
with it. She had an elfin and vulnerable beauty, the little nymph. He
could kill for her. Oh shit.
What was wrong with him tonight? She was an innocent amnesiac that he
had vowed to protect. He stood up suddenly, pulling his
bathrobe close to his body as he did so.
'It's late, Lis... you ought to get back to bed and sleep properly.
Class dismissed. I'll teach you some more tomorrow night...' He shooed
the reluctant Lisette out of his room before returning to bed. Shit,
how was he supposed to sleep like this? His bed smelt of her shampoo -
her waist length hair had been all over his pillows like a waterfall
shimmering in the sun. He counted to fifty and then - screw it - he
cursed and left his room in search of a little sisterly comfort.
Back in her room, Lisette crawled into the empty spot between the twins
and tried to fall back asleep. It was impossible. This was worse than
the feeling she had earlier when Beth had 'cleaned' her ... oh dear,
what was the word Beth and Anne had taught her? Cunny? Hood? Button?
Vagina?
Which was which? She needed to hug something, someone. She wished
David hadn't insisted on her leaving the room so abruptly. She wanted
to hug him some more. She liked lying in his arms, feeling his strong
hands cradle her. She liked his smell - soap, aftershave and a scent
she thought of as 'man'.
The twins had thrown back the covers. With the heater on, it was a
little stuffy to sleep beneath the thick bed covers. She
tossed and turned, restless and antsy. Her hand
suddenly touched something soft. It was above her, on the wide sill of
the windows just above the bed. She pulled at it and it tumbled down on
her, soft and cuddly. Mmmm... she remembered now. It was a huge teddy
bear called Bearbear. Bearbear usually slept with the twins, Anne told
her, but tonight, he was exiled to the window sill because Lisette was
taking the spot on their bed that he usually occupied. He
was an enormous, grey-brown teddy with cute button
eyes, a big shiny nose and a blue bow-tie. Someone had given it to both
the twins as a birthday present that was big enough for both to share
and hug at the same time.
As Bearbear fell, he fell on her upside down. His
legs framed her face and his nose - his black, firm and rubbery (but
not hard) nose, nuzzled between her legs. 'Oh!' Lisette said softly as
she felt the rubbery snout through her pajamas. The
twins had not given her any panties to wear beneath her thin Hello
Kitty pajamas. She hesitated. Then she pressed
the soft, furry head deeper between her legs. It didn't feel as good as
the first time. She squirmed and pushed again, her slender legs
opening. She tried to find a good spot, one as good as the first time.
She wriggled in frustration, the sound of her breathing loud in her own
ears. She didn't want to wake the twins.
She heard a giggle from her left. Her hands froze as they clutched at
the furry head of Bearbear buried between her thighs. Her head snapped
towards the sound. Half in the moonlight and half hidden in the
shadows, she saw two liquid pools of mirth staring at her in amusement.
The stifled giggle came again as Beth realised Lisette knew she was
watching her 'play' with her teddy.
Unlike Anne, Beth was a very light sleeper. When Lisette left the room,
it had roused her. When she came back, she woke again. And with
innocent little Lis now on a voyage comparable to Captain Cook's
(discovering for the first time the joys of exploring the great South
lands), how could she sleep?
'You're doing it the wrong way,' she leaned over and whispered into
Lisette's red-hot ears. Naive though she was, she somehow felt
embarrassed at being caught with a teddy's snout between her legs.
It was like a child being caught with her hand in the cookie jar. In
this case, the nookie jar.
'You do it like this.' Beth's hands grasped Bearbear's snout and ground
the rubbery nose firmly into Lisette's softness. Being a sensible girl,
Beth's other hand was ready and in position to clap itself over
Lisette's mouth the moment the squeal erupted from her. Lisette muffled
squeals made Anne stir in her sleep.
'Do you want Mum and Uncle Davy rushing in to see what's happening?'
Beth
asked Lisette softly with one hand firmly covering her mouth. Lisette's
eyes widened as she imagined them seeing her
now. She shook her head frantically.
'Then try to keep quiet okay?' Beth said. She wasn't too worried about
Anne waking up. Anne slept like a log. The trumpet could sound and the
dead arise, and the Four Horsemen of Apocalypse could thunder across
the skies above, and Anne would still be sleeping through it all. But
her mom, Fiona was as light a sleeper as she was and a loud cry in
their room could travel into the room across theirs and wake her.
David's room was much further down the corridor, so the chances of
waking him were considerably slimmer. Speaking of which, why had
Lisette gotten up earlier and left the room? Had she gone to see David?
If so, what had they been
doing? Lisette had been gone for at least an hour...
Beth moved closer to Lisette, her mouth leaning over to whisper into
her ear as she gently massaged the rubbery snout into Lisette's soft
center. 'Where did you go just now?'
'Huh?' Lisette struggled to concentrate on Beth's question. The only
thing that she cared about right now was Bearbear's snout and the
naughty things it was doing to her. Beth smiled and lifted the snout
away from
the by now, soaked crotch of Lisette's pajama bottoms.
'Nnnnnnhhhh...' Lisette whimpered in need. Her hands reached out to
grab the bear's head and push it back down, but Beth gently pushed her
hands away.
'Hmm? Where did you go earlier? To look for David?' she asked softly.
Lisette nodded.
'What did you two do?' Beth asked.
Lisette shook her head, confused. She had no words to explain it. In
her mind was that bleak darkness; the glowing ball; the shattered
memories ground to dust; the tendrils of energy; coral reefs; catching
the wildly swirling fibres; power; concentration; working hard to tame
them, to unite them; satisfaction; warmth; glory;
David's voice; enjoyment; good; all good; need, needing something -
then David waking her up and telling her to go back to bed. It had felt
like a dream, even though she knew it was not. Or was it? How did you
put it all into words?
'Hmm? What did you two do?' Beth repeated. She lowered the snout until
it just touched Lisette - lightly, teasingly. Lisette squirmed needily.
'Sleep? I slept. I woke. I came back.' Lisette said, her voice wavering
and unsure. That was the only thing she was certain she did.
'Sleep?' Beth repeated. 'You two slept together?'
Lisette shook her head, then nodded, then shook her head again. Did
David fall asleep like her? She thought he didn't, but she wasn't sure.
'Hmmm....' Beth mused as she absentmindedly ground Bearbear's nose into
Lisette, to the older girl's sheer delight, which she expressed by
squirming and whimpering. So, they 'slept', Beth thought to herself.
There was sleep, and then, there was sleep.
Which did they do? The problem was that Lisette was so damn innocent,
Beth wasn't sure if Lisette would know it even if David had fucked her.
The thought made Beth all hot and bothered. Was she grinding her
favourite soft toy's nose into a freshly fucked pussy? Was this
beautiful and innocent amnesiac her Uncle David's little cum
receptacle? Beth rubbed her legs together at the thought.
She released Bearbear's snout for a moment and her hand slipped under
the loose elastic waistband of Lisette's Hello Kitty pajama bottoms.
Well, the pajamas were hers actually, but they were now on loan to
Lisette. Her fingers trembled noticeably as they paused outside the
pulsating entrance. She could feel the warmth emanating from Lisette's
heated box. What would she find inside? Was her Uncle's cum still
there? Leaking out slowly? Coagulating deep inside, possibly besieging
Lisette's little egg cell in the hopes of impregnating the cute girl?
Beth had to know - she plunged her finger inside. Lisette squeaked in
surprise. Then she nearly fainted as the finger swirled around. Beth
twirled her finger, coating it with fluid before withdrawing. She
lifted it to her nose. Lisette turned to look at Beth in surprise, a
questioning look on her face. She was wondering why Beth had touched
her and removed her finger so quickly. To her amazement, she saw Beth
sniff her glistening finger before popping it into her mouth.
Beth was diasppointed and relieved at the same time. She was certain
she could only smell and taste female juices. No Uncle Davy's sperm.
She had tasted it in a sudden surge of courage but she wasn't sure she
really wanted to taste Uncle's sperm. The terribly wicked and naughty
thought made her all hot and tingly but she wasn't sure she was
actually ready for it. Uncle David featured prominently in her
masturbatory fantasies and she knew her twin, Anne was hot for him too.
The two of them never talked about it but they both knew the other
masturbated. They often did so quietly at night, under the secrecy of
the bed covers. Beth knew Anne was sometimes half asleep when she
fingered herself, because during those times, Anne would whisper 'Uncy
Davy' almost inaudibly. Beth also knew the scent of her sister's sex,
which wafted up to her nose during those times.
Besides disappointment and relief, Beth was also astonished. Her own
taste and scent was musky and spicy, and she knew Anne's was too. But
Lisette's was almost floral in its delicacy and subtlety. She was like
a
delicacy, a priceless little dish. Beth wasn't sure which surprised her
more - eau de Lisette or her own unexplainable liking for it. Beth and
Anne didn't know all that much about boys and sex with them, since
their mom had them sent to an all-girl's school, but she had heard
rumors among her classmates about sex between girls. She knew what it meant to
eat out another girl, and she had always thought it was gross. But
right now, she wasn't so sure.
She wasn't quite sure what girls in general tasted and smelt like,
having only known her own smell, her twin's and her mom's. Yes - that
last bit wasn't something she would have admitted to, even under pain
of torture. But she and Anne did take turns doing the laundry, and in
handling everyone's underwear, the scent of mommy's panties sometimes
wafted up into her nose. She could safely say that all three women of
the house smelt different, yet slightly similar. But Lisette was
completely different from them. She was like citrus and honey and
wildflowers. Beth's mouth was watering, much to her dismay.
In truth, Beth was aware not only of girly smells but manly ones as
well. She knew David's smells from the laundry he sent to wash during
his visits. And that was how she discovered that mom and Uncle were
fucking.
A big shock to her at first. But nowadays, the idea aroused her no end.
She had first suspected it when she found mommy's panties smelt
different whenever Uncle David visited. This was after Uncle David
moved away. She wasn't sure about what happened before, because mom
didn't make her and Anne take turns with the laundry until after that.
She then found that some of David's clothes smelt of mom and mom's clothes smelt of him.
To confirm her suspicions, she sneaked across the corridor and listened
outside mom's room at night during her Uncle's visits to the farm. Sure
enough, she heard 'strange' sounds as well as both their voices talking
softly. She often fingered herself whilst listening in. Oh yes, those
two could be all prim and proper in the daytime but when night fell....
hahaha... Beth frantically frigged her own heated cunny at the juicy
details of that secret, forbidden memory. She was pretty sure Anne knew
nothing about this and it was the only secret she kept from her twin.
The combination of erotic memory, the smell of Lisette filling her
nostrils and her own terribly needy cunny made
her cross the line. Without warning, Beth
suddenly got on all fours, pulled Lisette's pajama bottoms down and
buried her head between those slim thighs. Lisette gasped and sighed as
she felt something new on her cunny. It was not the rubbery nose of
Bearbear. It was soft yet firm, slippery and strong, relentless yet
coy, wet, insistent, utterly delightful. Was it... was it... a tongue?
Lisette didn't care. She was half delirious from the powerful pleasure
eruptions taking place in her belly. She hugged Bearbear to her
writhing, shaking body, loving the way his soft fur caressed her skin.
She still held him upside down, though she cared even less about that.
But a part of her dazed mind reminded her that she had to be quiet. In
a desperate attempt to do just that, she buried her face into
Bearbear's crotch, her lips and mouth biting into the 100% polyester
stuffing as her body thrashed. If poor Bearbear had been anatomically
correct, he'd have been neutered that night.
Suddenly, Beth and Lisette froze in shock as Anne turned in her sleep.
She cuddled up to the pile of limbs and stuffing that was Lisette and
Bearbear, her arm draped over the two of them. She nuzzled her face
into Lisette's neck. Since Lisette was occupying the spot usually
reserved for Bearbear, presumably, Anne, in her sleep thought that she
was cuddling up to her plush soft toy.
Anne did not stir again, and after a long while, Beth
resumed her frenzied munching of her friend's delectable quim. She'd
never tasted anything like this before. She carefully let her tongue
run over those tightly closed lips. Unlike her own prominent lips, you
could hardly
see Lisette's tightly clenched-up beaver. It was a thin, pink line,
with a very light sprinkling of silvery down at the top - it reminded
Beth of how she looked down there when she was twelve. The girl's
pretty privates quivered in anticipation as Beth split them open with
her tongue. She heard muffled, girlish gasps coming from Lisette.
Beth's hands pried her open gently, pulling the lips apart to reveal
their pink and deluged hidden treasures, which she then pillaged and
plundered with her merciless tongue. Mmm... mmm... and she was a virgin
too. Beth could see and feel her hymen. So, it appeared that Uncle Davy
hadn't actually been inside - yet. She slurped at the Lisette flavoured
slurpee. She couldn't believe how good the girl tasted. She almost had
half a mind to wake Anne up - she was in the habit of sharing all good
things with her twin.
As that thought occurred to her, a nagging suspicion crossed her mind.
Was Anne that heavy a sleeper
that Lisette's piteous mewls would not wake her? And the bed was
shaking slightly too, from Lisette's feverish trembling. Anne was
practically cuddled up against the nearly orgasmic girl. How could she
still be asleep? As the thought crossed Beth's mind, her sensitive nose
suddenly detected a different scent. Lisette she
could clearly smell. And very faintly, she could
smell herself. But who was this?
Out of the corner of her eye, she observed her sleeping twin. She
nearly
burst out laughing.
That little humbug! Under the moonlight that flooded through the
window, she saw the very, very slight movement of Anne's
thighs as they clenched and unclenched, rubbing together ever so
slightly. The smell she detected was none other than the familiar scent
of her twin's arousal. She'd smelt it on many a night wafting up from
under the covers; she would have detected and recognized it from a mile
away.
Beth wouldn't normally have dared to do this, but there was something
different about tonight. Drunk on the nectar that was trickling from
Lisette's love chamber, emboldened by her own intense teenage lust,
Beth reached out her hand and slipped it under
her twin's pajamas. Stifling a giggle, she quickly found that her
sister was as hot and humid as a tropical jungle. Anne's body jerked
and she drew blood biting her own lip to suppress a startled whimper.
Beth's right hand was clamped to her own crotch, furiously frigging
herself whilst her left was getting her sister off. And her nose and
mouth and lips and tongue, of course, were deep, deep inside Lisette's
innocent little quim. Beth mentally scolded Anne
for pretending to be asleep whilst she did all the hard work. She had a
good mind to take her hand away and let Anne stew in her own needy
juices. But, with a sigh, she couldn't bring herself to torment her
sister so. What, after all, were sisters for?
With her seventeen year old button nose nudging Lisette's love button,
Beth quickly brought their nocturnal activities to a climax. Searing
pleasure arced through Lisette's tortured body. Her vision went black
and her entire body sizzled. With a loud, keening cry, her world
erupted. Her back arched, her body lifted off the bed and she slumped
down again, blacking out. Beth too, collapsed with a groan as
powerful contractions overpowered and wrestled her to the ground. Anne
sobbed into Lisette's neck as her own peak crested and crashed over
her.
When the tempest calmed, Beth finally mustered enough energy to climb
up from between her friend's legs and flop on the bed in exhaustion.
She looked over at Lisette and her twin. Lisette was dead to the world.
And Anne seemed to be sobbing.
'Not pretending to be asleep now are you?'
Anne sobbed in reply.
'Are you alright?' Beth asked with a little more concern. Surely, Anne
wasn't still cumming?
Anne nodded and said between little hiccuping sobs, 'I.... I
*sniff*.. came so hard, .. *sniff* ...that I have stomach cramps...'
Beth didn't know that was possible. 'Here, hug Bearbear till you feel
better.' She pried the big bear from Lisette's limp fingers and tossed
it at her twin. Slowly, the room quietened down. The covers had slipped
onto the floor but no one was bothered to retrieve it. It was too hot
anyway. Slowly, they each drifted off to a peaceful, dreamless sleep.
***
Not very many miles away, Valkyrie fumed as she dumped her small bag of
extra clothes and toiletries on the bed. She'd just checked into
the little motel at the edge of that sleepy, rural town.
'Bad, baadd bird! Very bad
bird! All of you!' she scolded her three
companions. Their talons gripped the sill of the open window and the
night sky framed the three feathery silhouettes. The snowy-white
feathers of the large birds seemed to droop in contrition, but their
saucer-like yellow eyes had a smug look that told of satisfied birdy
tummies.
Valkyrie had tracked the two vampyrie as far as this. They could be in
any one of the many farmsteads in the vicinity of the rural country
town that was Wellesley Falls.
She cursed under her breath. They did not often fail her like this.
Once she called them to follow a target, they did so, tailing it
relentlessly to the ends of the earth. The large, intelligent owls
hunted by day and by night, following the targets as they had been
trained to since birth. The little GPS transmitter bands around their
feet
- the smallest in the world - sent out a signal that allowed the
huntress to easily follow their trail. With flight speeds of forty to
fifty miles an hour, they
could easily shadow a car in an urban area. Following a target on the
highway or on empty country roads was a bit more difficult but not
impossible, since roads were rarely completely straight and the birds
had the advantage of flying over hills and other obstacles that cars
had to go round.
Being mere animals, they were not wholly infallible, of course. But
since there were three of them, two were able to provide back
up if the third failed. But today, all three had failed her, by a
terrible stroke of bad luck. When they got hungry, they would take
turns catching and eating little animals and rodents. But today, all
three had
decided to swoop down on a large family of rodents at the same time,
and when
they took to the air again a mere minute later, the car they had been
following was nowhere to be seen. Usually, if something like this
happened, they would circle a wide area until they found it again,
which they often did. But this time, the target vehicle was nowhere to
be found.
Valkyrie's hunch was that the vampyrie's car must have stopped
somewhere near this town, probably in some covered garage or shelter.
If they were hiding in some farm close by, there was a chance that they
would show up in this town sooner or later. It was the only large town
for a hundred miles; large being very loosely defined as upward of a
thousand townsfolk. Wellesley Falls was where the supermarket, the
farmer's market, the tractor and machinery repair shops were - the
centre of rural life for miles around. If they turned up here for any
reason at all - say, to buy canned meat and gossip magazines - her owls
would locate them, and she would cause all the
powers of light and justice to descend on those foul, spam-eating, People magazine-reading,
energy-sucking fiends.
Until then, she would be here, surfing the motel tv channels whilst she
cleaned her dual Magnums and sharpened her four-foot staking blade. She
sure hoped they had free payTV. The Fellowship didn't cover anything
besides the room.