Sisterfest Ch. 04: Rejected Sister 01

As she spoke, she rubbed her hand over my chest and over my hip, before finally squeezing my buttock, grinning as she did so.

"You've got a lovely bum, big feller!" she smiled impishly, and sighed happily when I pulled her close to me, stretching and yawning prettily, before she turned around and pushed her soft, warm little backside into me, spooning herself tightly against me.

"Wake me up soon, Roly; I know where to find some cake!" she murmured, then sighed, and was almost immediately fast asleep. I did think about pulling the covers over us, but the room was warm, and I was too languorous to move, so I contented myself with holding her close and inhaling the scent of her hair, and that, together with her deep, even breathing lulled me to sleep too. *

A soft chime jerked me awake, momentarily disoriented, wondering what the hell Nim was doing huddled against me stark naked, with my arm curled around her, cuddling her beautiful breasts like I had a right to. After a couple of seconds it all spun back into place, and I grinned a little shamefacedly at the memory of my reactions when Nim had first appeared, and then later, when I saw her naked in all her glory for the first time.

I laid my head back down next to hers, her hair soft against my face as I once more enjoyed the sweet, floral scent of her hair and the feel of her soft skin against mine. I was also becoming painfully aware of something happening below my waist, as my cock slowly, inexorably rose, finally prodding her in her delicious little bum.

Just then, Nimmie wriggled gently against me, grinding herself into my now fully erect cock.

"Hello Roleee!" she warbled, "that feels nice; is it for me?" before giggling, and grinding herself into me once more, causing some serious friction as little Rowan wedged firmly between the cheeks of her firm, squeezable little bottom.

I was torn between tickling her, or kissing the back of her neck and her ear while I did a little exploring, but the urge to explore won out, and so my hands slid under and around her to cup and squeeze her breasts while I ground right back at her, listening to her breathy little gasps as I rubbed and gently tweaked her stiff nipples.

"Ooohh, that's nice, more, please..," she murmured, pushing herself even further into me while she began rubbing and caressing her pussy, and a flush slowly rose in her cheeks. By this time I had a seriously needful erection, and her bum wrapped around it as it was, was giving me ideas. Now I needed to fuck her so hard I was trembling with anticipation.

Nim obviously could tell what was going through my mind, because suddenly I felt her fingertips gently stroking and scratching my balls, the sensation both exquisite and almost agonising as the need to fuck her brains out exploded in me.

"I want to fuck, you, Nimmie, right now!" I growled in her ear. She responded by squeezing my balls gently before spinning round to face me.

"At last, I thought you'd never ask!" she smiled, throwing her leg over my hip and bringing her hot, damp little pussy into contact with my straining cock-head as she kissed me hard. That was the final straw, now she'd done it, and she squeaked in surprise as I rolled her onto her back with me poised above her, the tip of my cock trembling mere millimetres from her pussy.

"Are you sure, Nim-Nim? Because there's no going back after this..." I whispered, holding myself back with a gigantic effort of will.

Nim looked me in the eyes, her gaze clear and unworried.

"This is all I want, Roly-poly!" she whispered, "This is why I brought you here. I want this, and so do you, so please, Ro, don't stop now!"

*

Part 6: Naomi

When Rowan, my big silly bear took me in his arms and held me the way he did, that little knot of apprehension (and fear as well) inside me, the one I thought would never go away, suddenly unravelled and disappeared. My big brother, the man I loved most in the world, in all the ways it's possible to love a man, was ready to see me the way I'd been seeing him for so long now. His hands on me told me everything I needed to know, and his gentleness as he held me and caressed me wiped away any remaining doubts; he was mine now, and I was his.

That moment, where I'd shrugged-off that silly lace thing and showed him my body properly, that was the moment I knew we'd finally crossed our Rubicon, that we'd begun our new life as us, not just Rowan Redman and his little sister. He'd reached for me, and taken my breasts in his hands, his touch so soft, so gentle, it was like being caressed by a light breeze, but the look in his eyes told me everything; now, at last, he knew who I was, and who we were, his epiphany as profound as mine all those months ago when I first saw him naked and started down the path that brought us here.

When we made love, it was with all the gentleness I knew he had in him; no tearing, pain-filled invasion of me; rather his lips, and tongue caressed me with all the gentleness and care for me that lay at the core of his soul; this was the one man in the world who would never hurt me, who would protect and defend me from the cares that dog all others, and he let all that come to the fore as his tender kisses and gently insistent tongue drove me to the brink of ecstasy and beyond. When I suckled him, and he gave me what I wanted most from him, he became a part of me in ways I still can't explain, but which remain with me to this day.

*

I fell asleep in the arms of my lover, my sweet, handsome brother, and dreamed of our lives together, of the things we'd done, and seen, and where our paths had led us, and then the focus shifted, and I saw, clear as day, where we were going, the lives we were going to lead, the family and loved ones we'd gather around us over the years. It was the most beautiful dream I'd ever had, and what made it all the more special was that I knew that Rowan, my Roly-poly, was going to make it all happen for us, because this was what he wanted too; I could actually feel his dream melding so seamlessly with mine that they were now one and the same.

When I woke, it was to feel his big cock nestled between the cheeks of my bum, hard and urgent. As I moved against him, I felt more than heard his gasping intake of breath, and when he began touching and caressing me, all my desires flowered into one pressing, urgent need: to have him inside me, filling me with his flesh and his seed. When he finally prepared to enter me, he hesitated; I could see the concern in his eyes, and his final question, but I already had the answer; I wanted this more than anything in the world. So I looked into his eyes and nodded, beckoning him on, into me, and letting him know that this was for real, that it was what I wanted, and that I was his for the taking, right there and then, and forever after.

When he pushed himself into me, I literally saw stars; there was a little pain, but not much. My gymnastics with my plastic plaything had readied me for this, but he was larger, thicker, softer, harder, a myriad of things all at once, and so much more beautiful than any plastic object; he was the real thing, my lover, and when he filled me like nothing ever had before, his cock jammed into me to the hilt, the overload of sensation, coupled with my emotional state, pushed me over the edge into a screaming, sobbing welter of indescribable pleasure such as I'd never dreamed possible.

I couldn't help but push back against him, feeling my engorged clitoris rubbing so wonderfully against his own pubic thatch. When he withdrew and powered back into me, I nearly fainted from the shock of sensation that jarred through me all over again. I couldn't keep this up, I didn't know how much I could take, I only knew it wouldn't take much, not with what I was feeling, and when he kissed me while simultaneously ramming himself endlessly into me, I lost all control, my orgasm rearing up and crashing through me like a tidal-wave of pleasure, leaving me unable to even scream in the catharsis of release.

Rowan, so intimately connected to me, gasped as I tightened around him, his body rigid and his muscles locked as I pulsed and quivered through that gigantic climax. I could feel him swell and throb inside me, the white heat of his spunk spurting deep inside me, rocking me on and on as he filled me with himself.

The moment of pure ecstasy passed but my eyes stayed locked shut as ripples and tremors shivered through me and my nipples burned, engorged and throbbing as my body surfed through the waves of pleasure engulfing me. Rowan stayed locked in place above me. His beautiful eyes were the first thing I saw when I opened mine.

"Hello sweetness!" he smiled, his eyes soft and blurry in the afterglow surrounding and warming me and when I smiled back he kissed me. When he did that, two tears spilled from my eyes, because now I was absolutely sure, all the way down to the deepest, most hidden parts of me, that he really was mine, and we were together for real. His look of concern warmed me even more as he rolled us over so now I was lying prone on him, his thick cock still buried in me, still hard and hot. This time I smiled when he wiped the tears away with his thumbs, his hands big and soft and so incredibly gentle.

"Don't cry Nim, whatever I did, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, please, don't cry..." he murmured, looking so worried I couldn't help but grin.

"It's okay, Ro, it's all okay, I promise! I'm fine, baby, really, I'm just so happy, you made my first time so wonderful, I just love you to bits..."

He looked puzzled as he tried to put me being happy with me crying in the same box and I had to smile all over again; it didn't matter how many girls he'd had before me, and I knew it wasn't a very big number, or how worldly he thought he was, he still had that basic, almost child-like innocence that had always made him so attractive. He looked so adorable being so puzzled I just had to kiss him, and he responded just as warmly, his hands sliding around my waist and coming to rest on my bottom, which he then began to squeeze rhythmically, kneading and massaging my cheeks and pulling my anus open when he separated the cheeks.

When he did that, I knew what I wanted him to do to me, but not yet; right now we had unfinished business...

I think a lifetime of reading my expression suddenly clicked in him, because my darling Roly-poly grinned at me and left off squeezing and fondling my bum and instead eased me closer so we were almost lip-to-lip, then smiled and winked at me.

"That's your 'cake' face, Nim; someone wants cake, don't they?" he grinned, so I kissed him anyway and rolled off him.

"I need a shower, Ro, so do you. I'll do your back if you'll do mine, deal? And no touchie-feelie, I'm hungry, we'll do that later!" I promised him. Rowan's face lit up, and so we spent a very enjoyable fifteen minutes or so soaping, lathering, shampooing and rinsing each other off. I know Roly was feeling something, if that thing of his was to be believed, but then, after running my hands all over his lovely lean bod I was feeling a certain...need...myself.

But we'd agreed; foodies, then nookie, so I pulled on one of his university tee-shirts, which came down to mid-thigh, so I was dressed modestly enough to go wandering the halls, and Roly plumped for a pair of shorts and a tee. With his hair still damp and dark, and, for once, sleeked back from his forehead, he looked casual, relaxed, completely at ease, and totally delicious; seeing him like that, I almost gave up on the cake, not with him looking so desirable. However, there are some appetites that need immediate attention, unfortunately...

I led him from the room and down to the pantries all we girls had been shown earlier. There were several pantries, all of them long and well-lit, with a line of refrigerators, wine coolers filled with soft drinks, and racks of fresh fruit along one wall, and in the middle of the room those lightweight bistro- type metal tables and matching chairs you sometimes see on the pavement outside restaurants in the summer, with bread-baskets and butter-dishes on each one.

It was also completely deserted, which I thought was odd, but welcome; I wasn't ready to face any of the others just yet, not after that scene earlier, so Roly sat me down while he filled plates with cold meats, lobster salad, smoked salmon, sliced pork pie (my favourite), dressed crab, crayfish tails in mayonnaise, another of my favourites, bowls of fresh fruit salad, and not forgetting some slices of cake; he had remembered my one vice, what a sweet boy!

While we ate, we talked about what we did next; it was a little strange, sitting there in that brightly lit, deserted room, surrounded by some of the best food I'd ever seen, in a house that was God only knew where, eating ravenously after the best sex in the world, with my brother, no less, but it was a good kind of strange, not weird, just...different. Rowan was his usual attentive self, but now there was a difference; now, instead of bantering, there were long, searching glances, meaningful pauses and silences that spoke volumes, and always, his hands on me, holding me, lightly caressing me, even the act of wiping a spot of mayonnaise from my chin a caress rather than a simple gesture.

The food was delicious, it filled the void, and sitting there in that large, silent room, just Roly and me, it should have felt odd, or intimidating, just the two of us eating alone in that big silent space, but because he was there with me, the emptiness didn't matter; instead, because he was there with me, it felt intimate and cosy, a special place for just the two of us. Rowan was the only thing in my world right then, and I couldn't take my eyes off him; his eyes as they darted around my face, his lips, remembering how they'd felt when he kissed me, his hair, for once smooth and sleek instead of his usual unkempt mop, and always his hands dancing gently over me, touching, holding, caressing, reassuring, and all the while I knew that from now on this was how it was always going to be between us.

Gradually I became aware that we'd drifted closer; now, instead of sitting side-by-side we were pressed together, our low-voiced conversation punctuated by his touches and caresses, to be replaced with kisses as his lips brushed my lips, my cheek, my ears, my hair, even my eyelids, soft, fleeting, and tender. Somehow my hand had fallen in his lap, and I could feel that growing bulge there, ready to go wherever I wanted to take it. He seemed quite content to remain where we were, hugging and kissing like two lovers on a park bench, but now it became more serious, and much more urgent, when his hand cupped my breast, and his thumb massaged my nipple, bringing it immediately to life.

As we kissed, I could feel that bulge in his shorts pulsing, waiting for me, and when I squeezed him he groaned gently and pulled me even closer.

"Not here, baby, not like this..." he muttered, then groaned again when I squeezed him even more firmly; now I knew what I wanted; I wanted him, here, now...

"Really, Nim? Are you sure?" he whispered, but now I wanted him so badly it didn't matter where we were; besides, the whole place fairly rang with emptiness; for all I knew everyone else had gone out to the movies and we were completely alone, and anyway, it didn't much matter to me where we did this, as long as we did it right there, at that instant!

Roly grinned as I fumbled with the front of his shorts, trying to unhook the buttons and clips, but he solved that for me by just lifting his hips and pushing them down. He was naked underneath and his lovely thick cock once more reared up, hard and shiny, the head already pushing through his foreskin, slick and glossy with his fluids.

I had planned on sucking him first, bringing him to the edge until he didn't know where he was, but when I stared at that beautiful rod of hot, thick flesh, and scented the rich, male musk of his excitement, all that went out of my head.

Now that I knew what that thing felt like in me, I wanted it again, and without another thought as to where we were, I slid astride him, kissing him frenziedly as he groped and squeezed my bottom, pulling the cheeks apart even as I aimed him, then slowly, wonderfully, slid him back into me, feeling myself split and stretched once more as he filled me completely.

"Oh God, Roly, that's so good, yes, do that, do that..." I chanted over and over as I rode him, while his lips and tongue caressed and teased my nipples and his hands held my waist and pushed into me when I pushed down against him. I grabbed the seat-back to give myself even more purchase and Rowan responded by sliding his hands up my back to hold my shoulders, pulling himself up against me as I bore down on him.

I don't know how long we fucked like that. It was a long, timeless moment stretched out infinitely, where only the two of us existed, and our gasps and groans as we fucked each other like crazed beings, pounding away at each other endlessly. I never knew it was possible to be fucked so hard and to feel so good, my darling Roly was showing me what a world of pleasure lay out there, and I felt myself rising higher and higher as we ground and hammered at each other until:

"Oooohhh God, fuck, oooh fuck!" he gasped, his whole body tensing, his muscles suddenly rigid, like he was carved from warm marble, and I actually felt his cock pulse as the spunk rose in him and blasted deep into me, bathing my cervix in delicious heat, HIS heat, from his body. At that, my mind dissolved as my own orgasm bulleted through me, slamming into me like an express train, a huge upwelling of the deepest pleasure, almost lethal in its intensity. I shook and screamed, unable to stop myself as the most intense waves of pleasure I had ever experienced roared and surged in me, over and over, until I thought my heart was about to burst.

Finally, the awful, incredible, awesome intensity passed, leaving me weak and shaken, trembling in reaction, still impaled on my darling brother, his arms holding me against him. My heart was hammering like crazy; even my teeth were buzzing in their sockets and my throat was raw and ragged from the power of my release. Darling Rowan held me tight as I quaked and trembled with the aftershocks whirling through me, and my stomach ached from such a violent, shattering orgasm.

"You're okay, you're okay, I've got you, it's alright Nim, you're okay, relax, baby, that's it, that's it..."

I heard him murmuring as if from a long way away, soft, calming, soothing, like I was a small child again and he was making it alright, as he'd always done, and once again I felt that huge, burning surge of love for him; as long as my Roly had me, I was safe!

I slumped against him, suddenly tired beyond belief; now I knew what they meant by 'dog-tired'; I felt like I'd run a marathon pulling a car behind me. My muscles were actually quivering with exhaustion, and so, with his hands on the small of my back and on the back of my head, gently but firmly holding me to him like a small child, I literally passed-out, past caring where we were, or that I was still impaled on him.

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