Hey, posting my story here. It was rejected by the moderators, but that's ok. Yes, I know you're thinking I should send it to an editor. *smile* But there's a reason I'm not going to do that... 
Anyways, tell me what you think.
<u>Prologue</u>
Richard followed his sister as she made her way through the crowd of guests. His dark eyes, filled with fury and desperation, never left her. Suddenly, Richard grabbed her and pulled her away, through the people, the garden and the grass and apple trees.
Fighting to tear herself away from her brother, Natalie shouted, "Stop it Richard – what are you doing? Please – please, stop it!"
Stumbling, she broke away briefly. A guttural sound emitted from Richard's throat as he grabbed her by the hair. "God," He whispered savagely, holding her close, "I want to kill you, you know that?"
He threw her through the apple trees, his nails digging into her shoulder. "It’s so easy for you!" he shouted, "<i>Easy.</i> I hate you!"
Natalie cried out in pain as the tree branches scratched them both. They fell struggling, rolling down a bank of grass on top of each other, onto the middle of a road. "You used me – didn’t you." He raged, pinning her beneath him. A truck sounded in the distance.
"Used you!" cried Natalie desperately.
"To get a little excitement into your marriage, make it take fire again – make you feel strong," he mocked. "Help you ‘find yourself’ – a little bored were you, in your wonderful house – just play with this shall we – now we’re all refreshed again, are we!"
"Richard, please!" She beat at him with her fists as her eyes turned in terror towards the oncoming traffic.
"And now you think, no longer need him, let’s throw him away - BUT WHAT ABOUT ME?" Richard raged, "WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME?"
There was the sound of screeching tires. Natalie screamed.
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<u>3 Years Ago - 1987</u>
The figure of a woman stood in her room. Candles burned low behind her, casting lively shadows on the walls. A jazz record, playing softly on a battered gramophone, spoke of love and velvet nights. Slowly, the woman moved onto a high balcony and into the night air. A spread of glittering city lights illuminated the world below the stars.
Meanwhile, a man was making his way across an eerily empty landscape of wide walkways, bridges, and night roads. But the night was not desolate. Music floated from some hidden source, and the night lights were expectant and bright.
In a short time, there was a knock at the woman's door.
"You're late." She said, opening the door to the man. She was smiling, though.
"Sorry," he replied, "It was unavoidable. Trains on Sunday, you know what they're like."
"Unavoidable - I don't believe it. I've eaten all the food."
He grinned, "You've eaten all the food? Now that's serious." He paused, looking at her. "Aren't you pleased to see me?"
He was altogether too sure of himself, she thought. And ridiculously handsome: midnight hair, eyes of black gold, sensuous body and lips. She smiled ruefully at her brother Richard and replied, "No!"
Richard looked at her for a moment, also smiling. He saw wavy, dark brown hair frame luminous wide-set eyes. It was an inheritance of their mother. Their father had named her Natalie.
She let him in and began lighting more candles. Richard sat down on the floor and began eating.
"Is this all there is?" asked Richard, scraping at the last traces of food from the bowl.
"I told you." said Natalie.
Richard glanced around, "What are all the candles for, anyway? - It's spooky." He grinned, "Is this what you used to get up to with him every night?"
"I just like it - that's all." she replied.
"You've got to stop it." Richard said, amused, "It looks like you're grieving - grieving for a relationship! Must make it ten times worse."
"Thank you Richard," She sighed, "I've been waiting here for the last six hours just to hear you say that. It is all I need."
Richard licked the bowl. "It IS what you need." He stood up. "Come on, I'm going to get you out of here, this place is bad for you."
"No, there's nowhere to go round here on a Sunday." Natalie looked at him, a worried crease on her brow.
Richard gave her an affectionate smile, "Now she can't go out of the house! - come on Natalie, there's no need to over-do it!"
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Some time later, the siblings returned laughing and flushed from the excursion.
"...and did you see the look on his face after you put it back?" Richard crowed.
"Oh... stop... stop!" cried Natalie, leaning against the walls for support. "No more! My stomach hurts!" she gasped.
"Come on," said Natalie, after they had calmed down. "I’ll show you where you can sleep." She led her brother to a small room. There were two bunk beds and a mobile on the ceiling. The walls were decorated with elephants.
Richard laughed, "Kids' beds - you were already planning for two kids. No wonder he left - fled in terror!"
Natalie laughed, nudging him playfully, "Stop it! No, we bought it like this - we were just going to have them removed."
"Not too bad, this flat," Richard mused, "But the finish is cheap... It's not built with love."
Richard had difficulty sleeping that night. At about 3:00 am, he got up, having given up entirely. Wearing only his boxers, he wandered into the hallway. Light spilled out from the main room further down. Intrigued, he followed it. He found Natalie lying in the shadows, a large glass pudding dish full of water beside her. She was floating small lighted candles on the water. He noticed her wearing a necklace made of amber interspersed by delicate locks of gold. Richard kneeled beside her hunched shape on the floor, the lighted bowl between them.
"Oh Richard..." said Natalie, her voice breaking, "Make it better! I wish I could wake up and be happy! Just one morning, it would be gone, this feeling, and never come back."
He touched her necklace. "You can make that happen," he said quietly, "Get out of town, start all over again."
"A new career? I'm too old to start again."
"You're not too old! Don't be stupid. That job was never what you wanted - a buyer for that bloody awful store, you wanted to be <i>artistic</i>."
"But I'm not artistic." she said, looking away.
Richard smiled, "But you want to be."
Natalie turned back towards him, looking very vulnerable. "Kiss me..."
Richard kissed her on the forehead. A brotherly kiss.
Suddenly, Natalie pulled him down and kissed him on the lips with surprising passion, holding him in a tight embrace. Richard's eyes widened, even as his body responded towards her. When he pulled back, he was shocked by the intensity in her eyes.
"Sorry -" She said, looking away again. "I just needed something to hug." She paused. "Even you...Even my little brother."
She got up quickly and moved away. "Go back to sleep. And you haven't made me feel better, so don't look so smug."
Had she looked at him, however, she would have seen only bewilderment and hurt.
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<u>1988</u>
A phone was ringing. Amidst groaning and giggling, a bare arm shot up to answer it.
"Heellloo..." said Richard. His face was slightly sweaty and he was grinning broadly. He was sitting naked on the floor of a spacious and empty office. Sunlight streaming from an elegant window cast a warm glow over the naked body of a smiling red-haired girl.
"Yes..." he replied to the person on the other end. "Yes...Of course it'll be ready. Goodbye, Sir." Richard hung up the phone.
"That was Roger. Our boss." He grinned to the girl, "Now where were we?"
He moved to kiss the girl on the lips. Throwing her head back, she let him kiss her breast. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he moved to lick her naval. Without warning, he thrust his member into her vagina. The girl cried out and began rotating her hips. Richard moved his penis in and out of her in a steady rhythm of mounting pleasure.
Then the phone rang again.
"Damn!" Richard swore. The red-haired girl pouted and got off him. "Hey!" cried Richard in dismay. Glaring at her, he picked up the phone. "Hello!"
"Richard?" Natalie's voice was strained and slightly hoarse.
"Natalie! It's you!" said Richard, genuinely delighted. The girl juggled her breasts and he laughed.
"Richard? What's the matter?" She asked, sniffing. She had a streaming cold and her face was puffy. Huge dusty files stood oppressively over the heavy mahogany desk she shared with several grey-haired employees. It was raining outside.
"Nothing...I was busy." said Richard grinning. "It's my sister!" said Richard happily to the girl. She grinned mischievously.
"Yes, it's your sister!" said Natalie crossly. "Who's that you are talking to?"
"My secretary. We're all alone here." They laughed.
"What are you giggling for?" asked Natalie suspiciously.
Suddenly, without warning, the red-haired girl engulfed Richard's penis with her mouth and he let out an involuntary groan.
After a brief pause, Natalie said, "I see. You're in the middle of screwing her." Eyes flashed all around Natalie in the silent office. She hunched over in embarrassment, covering the phone with her hand.
"As it happens, yes." Richard said breathlessly, looking at the girl reproachfully. She was still sucking him. "But this is not a regular occurrence." He groaned again.
"Jesus! I'm ringing off!" said Natalie furiously. "You're incorrigible, it's 4 o'clock in the afternoon." She stared down at a revolting cup of tea on her desk. A pimply-looking man was watching her, a slight grin on his face.
"We're...(groan)... celebrating our last days of freedom. They're finally got the office finished. People... (groan)...will be moving in...(groan). It's going to get a lot more formal here."
Natalie stared about her. "I'm so cold, Richard, its dismal here."
"The one thing we've got is marvelous central heating." He said jauntily.
"You're meant to be cold in Scotland!" she said angrily.
Suddenly, without warning, the girl stopped sucking Richard stiff member and got up. She flashed him a wicked smile. "...I know." sighed Richard with a note of frustration.
"No you don't! I thought I needed a drastic change. But the place is like out of a horror movie, it was out of date before the war." She stared at the huge files next to her.
"Maybe it's time to move on again." said Richard seriously.
"You always make it sound so easy."
"Well, <i>I've</i> got a new job."
"Another one!"
"This time it’s my own choice... a kind of urban Greenpeace." He paused, then said gently, "Look, I've got to put some clothes on... I'll call you tomorrow, I promise."
"Yes!" cried Natalie furiously, "It might be an idea to get dressed, wandering about naked in the middle of your office, that's ridiculous. I don't like this conversation!" She slammed down the phone. The pimply man was looking at her again, giving her knowing smiles. She pushed herself away from her desk and left as quickly as she could.
Meanwhile, Richard and the girl had put on some clothes and were sharing a cup of wine.
"I didn't know you had a sister." said the girl.
"Sorry, my dear. The guilty truth always comes out." He smiled blandly.
"Are you close, you two?" she asked curiously.
Richard shrugged, "Not particularly, no... My parents separated when she was a teenager - she went to live with Dad."
"You're fond of each other, though."
He laughed, "Yes, you could say that."
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<u>1990</u>
Richard was pacing up and down his chaotic, paper strewn office, lost in a file. Working at "Urban Alert" had not been quite as he had anticipated; the only tactic that seemed to have <i>any</i> impact on the corporate elite was incessant hounding. Still, even one extra pedestrian crossing would be better than nothing.
"Phone call for you." A woman said, popped her head in suddenly.
"I can't take it." said Richard, not bothering to look up.
"It's your sister."
His brow furrowed. "Oh shit, yes, I was meant to... I suppose I better take it." He reached out one hand with one hand expectantly, his eyes sill on the file. His secretary gave him the phone.
"Natalie?" Said Richard quickly, "I've been really busy, I'm sorry, I've been meaning..."
"It's been six weeks - you haven't called." said Natalie. Richard thought he caught something different in her voice, but was too occupied to decipher it. "I did call! I left a message on your machine."
"Took till yesterday!" She paused, then said, "You want to come over and meet Sinclair?"
"Who?" Asked Richard, distracted.
"Don't do that...<i>Sinclair</i>... since you didn't manage to make it to the wedding."
"Sure...Yeah... why not."
"How about lunch on Saturday?"
"Lunch on Saturday, fine. I'll try to make it." He replaced the receiver and gave it back.
"Families!" He said in exasperation.
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Several days later, on a bright afternoon, Richard made his way up the path towards Natalie's new home by the Thames. It was house unlike any he had ever seen. Elegant gates framed a carefully manicured lawn and a pastel-colored villa. As he approached the door, he caught a glimpse of a lush garden packed with brilliant colors and exquisitely fragrant flowers. Richard stared in amazement.
A few seconds after he rang the bell, the door slowly opened and Natalie's face moved out of the half shadow. It was a moment fraught with significance. Richard stared at her speechless. Her hair was different, shorter and lighter in color. She was dressed in a beautiful creamy-peach skirt with downy whiteness at the helm. And her eyes... they were alive with something forbidden and exciting.
"You're unbelievably late." she said, hauntingly familiar, but in a voice he had never heard before. Its new softness caressed him, leaving quiet explosions in his heart.
"I know." said Richard quietly.
"There is practically no food left." said Natalie, smiling.
"I've eaten all the food." he said, remembering. Then he saw something else which made his heart skip a beat. She was wearing the amber necklace. It was the first time he had seen her wear it since...
"What?" said Natalie, breaking the spell.
"Don't you remember?" asked Richard, looking into her eyes. "Nothing?" He hesitated, "This house Natalie... it's extraordinary. I thought I'd come to the wrong place."
Natalie turned expectantly. "Are you going to come in - or are you going to admire it from out there?"
She led him into an enormous conservatory. Vines thick with ripening grapes spiraled up the walls while a profusion of plants and flowers hanged as though suspended in the hazy evening air. A dynamic sharp-faced man with quick-witted eyes sat commandingly at the centre of a group of women and men, all of them in expensive summer clothes. This was the first time Richard had ever seen Sinclair.
"The brother!" said Sinclair, rising quickly. Smiling at Richard, he said warmly, "This, at last, <i>must</i> be the brother."
"Yes, at last, it is." Richard said, forcing himself to smile back.
Sinclair pointed to the remnants of a gorgeous meal on the table. "I've been eyeing this last portion wondering if I could possibly eat it." he said lightly. "But now you've turned up!...sit, sit... have some cold soup..."
Richard sat down and Sinclair began ladling out the soup. "...It's all your fault we have eaten so much." Sinclair was saying. Richard's eyes, however, kept wandering back to Natalie, who was moving gracefully through the conservatory. He was both astonished and slightly frighten by the changes he saw in her.
"I've heard so much about you - Richard." said Sinclair, looking at Richard shrewdly. "Most of it <i>extremely</i> interesting."
"It's lovely to meet you." said an attractive woman beside him. Had she told him her name? He couldn't remember.
Something plopped from the ceiling of the conservatory into Richard's soup. Richard looked up. It was a grape. "Take no notice of that, it adds to the flavor." said Sinclair, smiling.
Richard looked about him in wonder. "This is amazing, this place - It's like a grotto or something."
"You've seen nothing yet." declared Sinclair.
Sinclair stood up and beckoned them to follow. Sauntering across a marble hallway, he opened two French doors and led them outside onto an expansive lawn overlooking the river. Imposing houses stood on both sides.
"This is the 'estate'." said Sinclair grandly.
"Very impressive." said Richard, emerging into the sunlight.
"I love it here." said Sinclair, waving at the view as he moved. "I thought when we moved here we'd stand out, eccentrics amongst all these rich pricks, but not a bit of it, the place is full of madmen, dreamers, psychopaths, bank managers who want to be painters, deep freeze merchants who want to be poets. We're really rather boringly normal and restrained in comparison..."
As Sinclair spoke, Richard felt a strange sensation. Sinclair's rambling seemed to fade as he became aware of Natalie moving in a garden of red poppies. She seemed to sway seductively in the evening air. Their eyes met.
Suddenly, Sinclair stepped in front of Richard and exclaimed. "AHA! The guilt-book!"
Richard started, "What?"
Sinclair plucked a book from Richard's jacket pocket. "Proust...Volume 7, or is that just for our benefit? If you carry that around people automatically think - 'Jesus, I feel so <i>guilty</i>. I've never read it'. Proust! I'm afraid, though it's nauseating to admit it, I've read the entire book in French."
"I've read some in French." said Richard carefully.
"You're very good at languages, I hear." Sinclair smiled. "Mi burro favorito vive en Salamanca. Ha estado usted alli?"
"No conozco bien Espana." replied Richard, managing to smile. His heartbeat had slowed.
Sinclair changed immediately into Italian, "La prossima volata che vieni a Verona invita mi a prendere il te." He then burst into Dutch, "Mign vriend Herman van der Horst hasst zojuist een nieuw supermarket complex ge-opened."
Richard grinned despite himself. The strength of his personality was overwhelming, but it was also warm and amusing.
"That's Dutch." said Sinclair, "An amazingly ugly language - how about Norwegian - Hard du vaert i den del av skogen for. Actually, I'm not fluent in Norwegian. I have to admit."
"Stop showing off Sinclair..." said Natalie quietly, "...please."
"Rubbish," he said. "He's enjoying it." Sinclair began moving away from them. "Come on Nats, tea time."
"Oh no, Sinclair, not more eating. What about your diet?" said Natalie.
"The diet starts tomorrow. Tea is definitely overdue." Sinclair disappeared inside and the others in the group followed.
Richard and Natalie, however, remained outside. As their eyes met again, she called out to Sinclair. "I'll be there in a moment, dear."
Sinclair made no reply. Richard became aware of her scent. It was intoxicating.
"So what do you think?" asked Natalie quietly.
Richard looked into her eyes. "Oh, it's... amazing, and everything is wonderful."
She bit her lip. "I meant Sinclair, Richard."
"Oh. He's... great. Does he ever stop talking?"
Natalie smiled. "Not when he's eating."
"He doesn’t seem to let <i>you</i> say anything.” remarked Richard, an eyebrow raised.
"Oh yes he does." she said with a slight smile, "Once a week, at least."
Richard noticed her amber necklace again. He reached out and touched it. "Why are you wearing this?" he asked, searching her face.
She looked away briefly, brushing something off her dress. "What do you mean, why?" she asked nonchalantly.
"You wore it that night when I visited you in your flat. You remember..."
Natalie looked at her necklace. "I don't think so."
Richard hesitated, then blurted, "You look all... all..." He stopped suddenly embarrassed.
Natalie stared at him. "All what?"
Richard laughed. "All different. I wasn't expecting -"
"I know you weren't." she said.
They stood in an awkward silence for a moment, then Richard leaned over and whispered, "But this isn't you, is it?... This house... and everything?"
Natalie said nothing, turning in profile. He thought she looked lovely. She seemed to wrestle with something, then reach a decision. "I need to see you properly. Talk about something." She was looking at him again, seeming very vulnerable.
His heart lurched. "Sure, why not." he said.
"Do I pass?" asked Sinclair, appear unexpectedly at the doorway.
"What?" said Richard, turning quickly. Would the man ever stop surprising him?
"Do I pass? Do I meet with the brother's approval?"
Richard smiled. "Oh yes."
"Very definitely." said Natalie.
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“And now to local news.” said the TV anchorman. “In the ongoing controversy over the New Markham complex, Urban Alert charged Lapenshaw Mercantile yesterday of failing to meet its promise of creating assessable public space. Lapenshaw Mercantile has denied all responsibility.”
Richard paced in front of the television in agitation. His hair was uncombed and there were stubbles on his jaw. He was wearing a pale blue buttoned-up shirt with the top three buttons undone.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. He flew to the door and yanked it open. Natalie stood there.
“You’re four hours late.” said Richard shortly.
“I’m sorry – I had to go shopping for Sinclair.” She came in and put down her bags. Both of them were keenly aware of the charged atmosphere.
“Is this deliberate? I’ve been stuck in here waiting! I couldn’t go out!” He closed the door hard and turned around sharply. His black eyes searched her face.
“<i>You</i> were late for lunch! Even later than this!” snapped Natalie. Her eyes darted furtively to the door for a moment.
“So it <i>is</i> deliberate!” accused Richard harshly.
“What’s the matter with you Richard!” exclaimed Natalie.
“At least I might have been able to watch the cricket – but it’s raining for fuck’s sake! It hasn’t even started!”
“Sssh relax – for Chrissake.” He touched him involuntarily on the arm. Richard flinched back slightly.
“You’re wearing that again…” said Richard, fingering her amber necklace. His hand was trembling slightly. “Is that on purpose too?”
“Maybe this time, yes.” said Natalie softly. Their eyes met again. Richard blinked, surprised at her admission.
“Anyway, this is not much of a greeting, you haven’t even shaved.”
She touched his cheek, then found herself kissing him on the lips. His eyes widened and his hands involuntarily went to the small of her back. His body tingled with sensation, and her scent enveloped him.
She broke away. Natalie’s hand went up to her lips, as if trying to rub it off. “I’m sorry –“ she smiled. “Don’t know what that was for.” She turned and went into the kitchen, leaving Richard breathing heavily. He licked his lips.
“So this was what was for lunch was it?” remarked Natalie, looking at a saucepan in which some carrots were boiling. There was nothing else on the stove.
Richard moved after her into the kitchen. Suddenly, they were kissing again. He slammed her against the wall of the tiny kitchen, next to the stove, kissing with wild, barely-contained passion. Their entire bodies were enflamed as the world drowned in dark, heady redness.
And then Natalie pushed him away, stumbling a little. “Come on, this is… this is…ok…it just happened.” She moved back towards the stove a little unsteadily, breathing quickly. “We…we won’t mention it again.”
“Yes…” said Richard, huskily, “I know you’d say that.”
She switched off the stove. “I don’t know why it happened – but it’s stopped. It’s over… let… let me look at your flat.” She turned quickly and moved towards his bedroom without waiting for Richard. She opened the door, then immediately shut it.
She pressed her back against the door and laughed. “Don’t want to go in there. How many girls have been in there recently?”
Richard watched her. “Hardly any, I’ve been very celibate.”
“Really?” Natalie moved into the large living room. “This is nice…” she said, looking about the room.
“I spent my savings on this place…” Richard moved towards her deliberately this time, his motion slow and seductive, backing her up against a wall. She turned away from him. Touching her from the back, he kissed her on the nape of neck.
“No… this…is not a good idea.” said Natalie, her voice trembling with desire. She tilted her head, letting him kiss her. “Please Richard… I shouldn’t have started this… we don’t mention it. Go. And sit over there.”
She waved vaguely and he stopped. She sat down heavily on a chair, her legs suddenly unable to support her.
Richard picked up a chair and brought it crash down on the floor. He sat down and stared at his sister with intense eyes filed with naked desire. Two meters of electrified air separated them.
“So…is it convenient?” asked Natalie, flicking her hair back, looking at his feet.
“Convenient?” asked Richard, grinning nervously.
“This flat, for buses?”
“For buses?” He flicked off his shoes. Natalie looked away.
“Yes, buses.” She did the button up on her blouse.
Richard took a ginger biscuit out of an old packet. “I think there are probably some buses.”
“What number? The buses?” She moved her hair again.
Richard bit into the soggy biscuit. Natalie shivered. “I don’t know…you know small buses, those small buses that beetle about… Hoppers.”
Natalie stared at him. “Hoppers… you’ve got some crumbs…” Richard’s hand went up to his mouth.
Natalie undid the button on her blouse, looking at the television. “The cricket has started.”
“No, that’s old highlights.”
“I never knew they ever played cricket when it rains.”
They fell silent, both looking unseeingly at the match.
Then their eyes met. Moving at the same moment, they flew into each other’s arms and began kissing passionately. He tore his sister’s blouse open even as she sent his shirt buttons flying. She scratched his chest with her nails. Lifting her off her feet with one hand, he ripped off her skirt and panties with the other. Then she fell on her knees and in one smooth motion pulled down his pants and boxers. He groaned and fell on her with his hands roaming her naked body.
Natalie rolled on top of her brother and they stared at each other. She whispered, “You’re going to stop me aren’t you?” She kissed him. “You’re going to stop me.”
“I don’t know” said Richard.
“Come on stop me.” she kissed him again, their tongues darting into each other. She felt his thick member throbbing against her abdomen. “I’m just lying here, I’m not doing anything.”
Richard gave her a sexy smile, “Ok…”
“Ok what?” She paused. “Are you clean, you’re not going to kill me, are you?”
Richard laughed nervously. “No, of course not.”
“I don’t believe it,” said Natalie. “Maybe you’re…” She couldn’t stop herself from kissing him. “Stop me…” she smiled, licking his chin. “Please…Please… stop me.”
Richard broke away and got up.
“I knew you would.” said Natalie quietly.
Richard grinned at her, his eyes dancing. “I’m just putting some music on… I…” He looked around for a tape, but then decided to simply bang on the radio. A woman was singing in a soaring soprano.
Natalie rose up in a single graceful curve, her hips and breasts swaying and her eyes alive. He turned, grinned, lifted her up off her feet and slammed her against the wall for a second time. Natalie wrapped her arms around her brother and they began kissing passionately.
"Oh Richard." She cried, throwing her head back as her brother kissed her throat.
Richard lifted his sister higher so that she could wrap her legs around his waist and his swollen penis could rest securely in her crevice. He began thrusting slowly, rubbing his member against her cheeks while at the same time making sure that he rubbed against her clitoris. They groaned with pleasure.
Richard lowered his head and began sucking at Natalie’s left breasts. “Oh!” exclaimed Natalie in surprise. He then moved on to her right breast. She sucked at his ear lobe, her arms roaming incessantly across his broad back down to his buttocks. He kept thrusting.
Finally, he pulled her back a little and they looked at each other, their eyes hazy with lust. “Natalie.” He said. He looked down at his penis, which was now a deep shiny red complete with precum, and slowly pushed it into her moist opening.
“Aaah…” they sighed together. They kissed again passionately, their tongues finding every nook an cranny in their mouths. They pulled away lingeringly, and he began to thrust into her slowly, all the while looking at her closed eyes. Her mouth was a shiny pink O from which cries of pleasure emitted. They had only just begun, yet already the pleasure was more intense than either had ever experienced before. Somewhere in the immeasurable distance, a woman was singing her heart out.
Richard and Natalie, brother and sister, grunted and sweated as they sought to reach their orgasms. Natalie reached hers first. Just as Richard began to thrust with greater speed and force, Natalie felt her orgasm rise from between her legs, through her breasts and out her throat. “OHHHH…STOOOP MEEE!” she screamed, convulsing. An instant later she was propelled into the furthest reaches of space.
Richard slowed his thrusting, and then simply held her. Both their bodies were covered in sweat. “Oh… Richard.” said Natalie, heaving against him as she came back down to earth. She saw a broad grin on her brother’s face.
“I’m not done with you yet.” growled Richard. He then turned, kneeled, and without disengaging, laid her on the wood-paneled floor. Natalie shivered.
He put his arms on either side of her head and began thrusting his penis in and out of her slowly. He closed his eyes and buried his face in her neck. Their bodies grinded slickly and their pelvis slapped against one another with the wet rhythm of sex. Natalie clutched her brother’s dark hair in one hand and his buttocks in the other as she let the pleasure in her rise again. Their pace increased, the burning friction at their joining grew more intense, and their moans of ecstasy grew more urgent. In and out, in and out, Richard’s penis pounded into her sister.
Finally, the pleasure and pace reached a fevered pitch and Richard and Natalie felt their release near. Consumed in incestuous flames, they soared liked the voice of the opera singer, who was even then reaching her climatic pitch. The glass panes vibrated violently. Thrust after sweat-slick thrust, their bodies approached the stars together.
And then they reached it.
“NAATALLIEE!!!”
“RICCCHAARD!!!”
The glass panes shattered.
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Anyways, tell me what you think.<u>Prologue</u>
Richard followed his sister as she made her way through the crowd of guests. His dark eyes, filled with fury and desperation, never left her. Suddenly, Richard grabbed her and pulled her away, through the people, the garden and the grass and apple trees.
Fighting to tear herself away from her brother, Natalie shouted, "Stop it Richard – what are you doing? Please – please, stop it!"
Stumbling, she broke away briefly. A guttural sound emitted from Richard's throat as he grabbed her by the hair. "God," He whispered savagely, holding her close, "I want to kill you, you know that?"
He threw her through the apple trees, his nails digging into her shoulder. "It’s so easy for you!" he shouted, "<i>Easy.</i> I hate you!"
Natalie cried out in pain as the tree branches scratched them both. They fell struggling, rolling down a bank of grass on top of each other, onto the middle of a road. "You used me – didn’t you." He raged, pinning her beneath him. A truck sounded in the distance.
"Used you!" cried Natalie desperately.
"To get a little excitement into your marriage, make it take fire again – make you feel strong," he mocked. "Help you ‘find yourself’ – a little bored were you, in your wonderful house – just play with this shall we – now we’re all refreshed again, are we!"
"Richard, please!" She beat at him with her fists as her eyes turned in terror towards the oncoming traffic.
"And now you think, no longer need him, let’s throw him away - BUT WHAT ABOUT ME?" Richard raged, "WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME?"
There was the sound of screeching tires. Natalie screamed.
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<u>3 Years Ago - 1987</u>
The figure of a woman stood in her room. Candles burned low behind her, casting lively shadows on the walls. A jazz record, playing softly on a battered gramophone, spoke of love and velvet nights. Slowly, the woman moved onto a high balcony and into the night air. A spread of glittering city lights illuminated the world below the stars.
Meanwhile, a man was making his way across an eerily empty landscape of wide walkways, bridges, and night roads. But the night was not desolate. Music floated from some hidden source, and the night lights were expectant and bright.
In a short time, there was a knock at the woman's door.
"You're late." She said, opening the door to the man. She was smiling, though.
"Sorry," he replied, "It was unavoidable. Trains on Sunday, you know what they're like."
"Unavoidable - I don't believe it. I've eaten all the food."
He grinned, "You've eaten all the food? Now that's serious." He paused, looking at her. "Aren't you pleased to see me?"
He was altogether too sure of himself, she thought. And ridiculously handsome: midnight hair, eyes of black gold, sensuous body and lips. She smiled ruefully at her brother Richard and replied, "No!"
Richard looked at her for a moment, also smiling. He saw wavy, dark brown hair frame luminous wide-set eyes. It was an inheritance of their mother. Their father had named her Natalie.
She let him in and began lighting more candles. Richard sat down on the floor and began eating.
"Is this all there is?" asked Richard, scraping at the last traces of food from the bowl.
"I told you." said Natalie.
Richard glanced around, "What are all the candles for, anyway? - It's spooky." He grinned, "Is this what you used to get up to with him every night?"
"I just like it - that's all." she replied.
"You've got to stop it." Richard said, amused, "It looks like you're grieving - grieving for a relationship! Must make it ten times worse."
"Thank you Richard," She sighed, "I've been waiting here for the last six hours just to hear you say that. It is all I need."
Richard licked the bowl. "It IS what you need." He stood up. "Come on, I'm going to get you out of here, this place is bad for you."
"No, there's nowhere to go round here on a Sunday." Natalie looked at him, a worried crease on her brow.
Richard gave her an affectionate smile, "Now she can't go out of the house! - come on Natalie, there's no need to over-do it!"
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Some time later, the siblings returned laughing and flushed from the excursion.
"...and did you see the look on his face after you put it back?" Richard crowed.
"Oh... stop... stop!" cried Natalie, leaning against the walls for support. "No more! My stomach hurts!" she gasped.
"Come on," said Natalie, after they had calmed down. "I’ll show you where you can sleep." She led her brother to a small room. There were two bunk beds and a mobile on the ceiling. The walls were decorated with elephants.
Richard laughed, "Kids' beds - you were already planning for two kids. No wonder he left - fled in terror!"
Natalie laughed, nudging him playfully, "Stop it! No, we bought it like this - we were just going to have them removed."
"Not too bad, this flat," Richard mused, "But the finish is cheap... It's not built with love."
Richard had difficulty sleeping that night. At about 3:00 am, he got up, having given up entirely. Wearing only his boxers, he wandered into the hallway. Light spilled out from the main room further down. Intrigued, he followed it. He found Natalie lying in the shadows, a large glass pudding dish full of water beside her. She was floating small lighted candles on the water. He noticed her wearing a necklace made of amber interspersed by delicate locks of gold. Richard kneeled beside her hunched shape on the floor, the lighted bowl between them.
"Oh Richard..." said Natalie, her voice breaking, "Make it better! I wish I could wake up and be happy! Just one morning, it would be gone, this feeling, and never come back."
He touched her necklace. "You can make that happen," he said quietly, "Get out of town, start all over again."
"A new career? I'm too old to start again."
"You're not too old! Don't be stupid. That job was never what you wanted - a buyer for that bloody awful store, you wanted to be <i>artistic</i>."
"But I'm not artistic." she said, looking away.
Richard smiled, "But you want to be."
Natalie turned back towards him, looking very vulnerable. "Kiss me..."
Richard kissed her on the forehead. A brotherly kiss.
Suddenly, Natalie pulled him down and kissed him on the lips with surprising passion, holding him in a tight embrace. Richard's eyes widened, even as his body responded towards her. When he pulled back, he was shocked by the intensity in her eyes.
"Sorry -" She said, looking away again. "I just needed something to hug." She paused. "Even you...Even my little brother."
She got up quickly and moved away. "Go back to sleep. And you haven't made me feel better, so don't look so smug."
Had she looked at him, however, she would have seen only bewilderment and hurt.
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<u>1988</u>
A phone was ringing. Amidst groaning and giggling, a bare arm shot up to answer it.
"Heellloo..." said Richard. His face was slightly sweaty and he was grinning broadly. He was sitting naked on the floor of a spacious and empty office. Sunlight streaming from an elegant window cast a warm glow over the naked body of a smiling red-haired girl.
"Yes..." he replied to the person on the other end. "Yes...Of course it'll be ready. Goodbye, Sir." Richard hung up the phone.
"That was Roger. Our boss." He grinned to the girl, "Now where were we?"
He moved to kiss the girl on the lips. Throwing her head back, she let him kiss her breast. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he moved to lick her naval. Without warning, he thrust his member into her vagina. The girl cried out and began rotating her hips. Richard moved his penis in and out of her in a steady rhythm of mounting pleasure.
Then the phone rang again.
"Damn!" Richard swore. The red-haired girl pouted and got off him. "Hey!" cried Richard in dismay. Glaring at her, he picked up the phone. "Hello!"
"Richard?" Natalie's voice was strained and slightly hoarse.
"Natalie! It's you!" said Richard, genuinely delighted. The girl juggled her breasts and he laughed.
"Richard? What's the matter?" She asked, sniffing. She had a streaming cold and her face was puffy. Huge dusty files stood oppressively over the heavy mahogany desk she shared with several grey-haired employees. It was raining outside.
"Nothing...I was busy." said Richard grinning. "It's my sister!" said Richard happily to the girl. She grinned mischievously.
"Yes, it's your sister!" said Natalie crossly. "Who's that you are talking to?"
"My secretary. We're all alone here." They laughed.
"What are you giggling for?" asked Natalie suspiciously.
Suddenly, without warning, the red-haired girl engulfed Richard's penis with her mouth and he let out an involuntary groan.
After a brief pause, Natalie said, "I see. You're in the middle of screwing her." Eyes flashed all around Natalie in the silent office. She hunched over in embarrassment, covering the phone with her hand.
"As it happens, yes." Richard said breathlessly, looking at the girl reproachfully. She was still sucking him. "But this is not a regular occurrence." He groaned again.
"Jesus! I'm ringing off!" said Natalie furiously. "You're incorrigible, it's 4 o'clock in the afternoon." She stared down at a revolting cup of tea on her desk. A pimply-looking man was watching her, a slight grin on his face.
"We're...(groan)... celebrating our last days of freedom. They're finally got the office finished. People... (groan)...will be moving in...(groan). It's going to get a lot more formal here."
Natalie stared about her. "I'm so cold, Richard, its dismal here."
"The one thing we've got is marvelous central heating." He said jauntily.
"You're meant to be cold in Scotland!" she said angrily.
Suddenly, without warning, the girl stopped sucking Richard stiff member and got up. She flashed him a wicked smile. "...I know." sighed Richard with a note of frustration.
"No you don't! I thought I needed a drastic change. But the place is like out of a horror movie, it was out of date before the war." She stared at the huge files next to her.
"Maybe it's time to move on again." said Richard seriously.
"You always make it sound so easy."
"Well, <i>I've</i> got a new job."
"Another one!"
"This time it’s my own choice... a kind of urban Greenpeace." He paused, then said gently, "Look, I've got to put some clothes on... I'll call you tomorrow, I promise."
"Yes!" cried Natalie furiously, "It might be an idea to get dressed, wandering about naked in the middle of your office, that's ridiculous. I don't like this conversation!" She slammed down the phone. The pimply man was looking at her again, giving her knowing smiles. She pushed herself away from her desk and left as quickly as she could.
Meanwhile, Richard and the girl had put on some clothes and were sharing a cup of wine.
"I didn't know you had a sister." said the girl.
"Sorry, my dear. The guilty truth always comes out." He smiled blandly.
"Are you close, you two?" she asked curiously.
Richard shrugged, "Not particularly, no... My parents separated when she was a teenager - she went to live with Dad."
"You're fond of each other, though."
He laughed, "Yes, you could say that."
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<u>1990</u>
Richard was pacing up and down his chaotic, paper strewn office, lost in a file. Working at "Urban Alert" had not been quite as he had anticipated; the only tactic that seemed to have <i>any</i> impact on the corporate elite was incessant hounding. Still, even one extra pedestrian crossing would be better than nothing.
"Phone call for you." A woman said, popped her head in suddenly.
"I can't take it." said Richard, not bothering to look up.
"It's your sister."
His brow furrowed. "Oh shit, yes, I was meant to... I suppose I better take it." He reached out one hand with one hand expectantly, his eyes sill on the file. His secretary gave him the phone.
"Natalie?" Said Richard quickly, "I've been really busy, I'm sorry, I've been meaning..."
"It's been six weeks - you haven't called." said Natalie. Richard thought he caught something different in her voice, but was too occupied to decipher it. "I did call! I left a message on your machine."
"Took till yesterday!" She paused, then said, "You want to come over and meet Sinclair?"
"Who?" Asked Richard, distracted.
"Don't do that...<i>Sinclair</i>... since you didn't manage to make it to the wedding."
"Sure...Yeah... why not."
"How about lunch on Saturday?"
"Lunch on Saturday, fine. I'll try to make it." He replaced the receiver and gave it back.
"Families!" He said in exasperation.
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Several days later, on a bright afternoon, Richard made his way up the path towards Natalie's new home by the Thames. It was house unlike any he had ever seen. Elegant gates framed a carefully manicured lawn and a pastel-colored villa. As he approached the door, he caught a glimpse of a lush garden packed with brilliant colors and exquisitely fragrant flowers. Richard stared in amazement.
A few seconds after he rang the bell, the door slowly opened and Natalie's face moved out of the half shadow. It was a moment fraught with significance. Richard stared at her speechless. Her hair was different, shorter and lighter in color. She was dressed in a beautiful creamy-peach skirt with downy whiteness at the helm. And her eyes... they were alive with something forbidden and exciting.
"You're unbelievably late." she said, hauntingly familiar, but in a voice he had never heard before. Its new softness caressed him, leaving quiet explosions in his heart.
"I know." said Richard quietly.
"There is practically no food left." said Natalie, smiling.
"I've eaten all the food." he said, remembering. Then he saw something else which made his heart skip a beat. She was wearing the amber necklace. It was the first time he had seen her wear it since...
"What?" said Natalie, breaking the spell.
"Don't you remember?" asked Richard, looking into her eyes. "Nothing?" He hesitated, "This house Natalie... it's extraordinary. I thought I'd come to the wrong place."
Natalie turned expectantly. "Are you going to come in - or are you going to admire it from out there?"
She led him into an enormous conservatory. Vines thick with ripening grapes spiraled up the walls while a profusion of plants and flowers hanged as though suspended in the hazy evening air. A dynamic sharp-faced man with quick-witted eyes sat commandingly at the centre of a group of women and men, all of them in expensive summer clothes. This was the first time Richard had ever seen Sinclair.
"The brother!" said Sinclair, rising quickly. Smiling at Richard, he said warmly, "This, at last, <i>must</i> be the brother."
"Yes, at last, it is." Richard said, forcing himself to smile back.
Sinclair pointed to the remnants of a gorgeous meal on the table. "I've been eyeing this last portion wondering if I could possibly eat it." he said lightly. "But now you've turned up!...sit, sit... have some cold soup..."
Richard sat down and Sinclair began ladling out the soup. "...It's all your fault we have eaten so much." Sinclair was saying. Richard's eyes, however, kept wandering back to Natalie, who was moving gracefully through the conservatory. He was both astonished and slightly frighten by the changes he saw in her.
"I've heard so much about you - Richard." said Sinclair, looking at Richard shrewdly. "Most of it <i>extremely</i> interesting."
"It's lovely to meet you." said an attractive woman beside him. Had she told him her name? He couldn't remember.
Something plopped from the ceiling of the conservatory into Richard's soup. Richard looked up. It was a grape. "Take no notice of that, it adds to the flavor." said Sinclair, smiling.
Richard looked about him in wonder. "This is amazing, this place - It's like a grotto or something."
"You've seen nothing yet." declared Sinclair.
Sinclair stood up and beckoned them to follow. Sauntering across a marble hallway, he opened two French doors and led them outside onto an expansive lawn overlooking the river. Imposing houses stood on both sides.
"This is the 'estate'." said Sinclair grandly.
"Very impressive." said Richard, emerging into the sunlight.
"I love it here." said Sinclair, waving at the view as he moved. "I thought when we moved here we'd stand out, eccentrics amongst all these rich pricks, but not a bit of it, the place is full of madmen, dreamers, psychopaths, bank managers who want to be painters, deep freeze merchants who want to be poets. We're really rather boringly normal and restrained in comparison..."
As Sinclair spoke, Richard felt a strange sensation. Sinclair's rambling seemed to fade as he became aware of Natalie moving in a garden of red poppies. She seemed to sway seductively in the evening air. Their eyes met.
Suddenly, Sinclair stepped in front of Richard and exclaimed. "AHA! The guilt-book!"
Richard started, "What?"
Sinclair plucked a book from Richard's jacket pocket. "Proust...Volume 7, or is that just for our benefit? If you carry that around people automatically think - 'Jesus, I feel so <i>guilty</i>. I've never read it'. Proust! I'm afraid, though it's nauseating to admit it, I've read the entire book in French."
"I've read some in French." said Richard carefully.
"You're very good at languages, I hear." Sinclair smiled. "Mi burro favorito vive en Salamanca. Ha estado usted alli?"
"No conozco bien Espana." replied Richard, managing to smile. His heartbeat had slowed.
Sinclair changed immediately into Italian, "La prossima volata che vieni a Verona invita mi a prendere il te." He then burst into Dutch, "Mign vriend Herman van der Horst hasst zojuist een nieuw supermarket complex ge-opened."
Richard grinned despite himself. The strength of his personality was overwhelming, but it was also warm and amusing.
"That's Dutch." said Sinclair, "An amazingly ugly language - how about Norwegian - Hard du vaert i den del av skogen for. Actually, I'm not fluent in Norwegian. I have to admit."
"Stop showing off Sinclair..." said Natalie quietly, "...please."
"Rubbish," he said. "He's enjoying it." Sinclair began moving away from them. "Come on Nats, tea time."
"Oh no, Sinclair, not more eating. What about your diet?" said Natalie.
"The diet starts tomorrow. Tea is definitely overdue." Sinclair disappeared inside and the others in the group followed.
Richard and Natalie, however, remained outside. As their eyes met again, she called out to Sinclair. "I'll be there in a moment, dear."
Sinclair made no reply. Richard became aware of her scent. It was intoxicating.
"So what do you think?" asked Natalie quietly.
Richard looked into her eyes. "Oh, it's... amazing, and everything is wonderful."
She bit her lip. "I meant Sinclair, Richard."
"Oh. He's... great. Does he ever stop talking?"
Natalie smiled. "Not when he's eating."
"He doesn’t seem to let <i>you</i> say anything.” remarked Richard, an eyebrow raised.
"Oh yes he does." she said with a slight smile, "Once a week, at least."
Richard noticed her amber necklace again. He reached out and touched it. "Why are you wearing this?" he asked, searching her face.
She looked away briefly, brushing something off her dress. "What do you mean, why?" she asked nonchalantly.
"You wore it that night when I visited you in your flat. You remember..."
Natalie looked at her necklace. "I don't think so."
Richard hesitated, then blurted, "You look all... all..." He stopped suddenly embarrassed.
Natalie stared at him. "All what?"
Richard laughed. "All different. I wasn't expecting -"
"I know you weren't." she said.
They stood in an awkward silence for a moment, then Richard leaned over and whispered, "But this isn't you, is it?... This house... and everything?"
Natalie said nothing, turning in profile. He thought she looked lovely. She seemed to wrestle with something, then reach a decision. "I need to see you properly. Talk about something." She was looking at him again, seeming very vulnerable.
His heart lurched. "Sure, why not." he said.
"Do I pass?" asked Sinclair, appear unexpectedly at the doorway.
"What?" said Richard, turning quickly. Would the man ever stop surprising him?
"Do I pass? Do I meet with the brother's approval?"
Richard smiled. "Oh yes."
"Very definitely." said Natalie.
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“And now to local news.” said the TV anchorman. “In the ongoing controversy over the New Markham complex, Urban Alert charged Lapenshaw Mercantile yesterday of failing to meet its promise of creating assessable public space. Lapenshaw Mercantile has denied all responsibility.”
Richard paced in front of the television in agitation. His hair was uncombed and there were stubbles on his jaw. He was wearing a pale blue buttoned-up shirt with the top three buttons undone.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. He flew to the door and yanked it open. Natalie stood there.
“You’re four hours late.” said Richard shortly.
“I’m sorry – I had to go shopping for Sinclair.” She came in and put down her bags. Both of them were keenly aware of the charged atmosphere.
“Is this deliberate? I’ve been stuck in here waiting! I couldn’t go out!” He closed the door hard and turned around sharply. His black eyes searched her face.
“<i>You</i> were late for lunch! Even later than this!” snapped Natalie. Her eyes darted furtively to the door for a moment.
“So it <i>is</i> deliberate!” accused Richard harshly.
“What’s the matter with you Richard!” exclaimed Natalie.
“At least I might have been able to watch the cricket – but it’s raining for fuck’s sake! It hasn’t even started!”
“Sssh relax – for Chrissake.” He touched him involuntarily on the arm. Richard flinched back slightly.
“You’re wearing that again…” said Richard, fingering her amber necklace. His hand was trembling slightly. “Is that on purpose too?”
“Maybe this time, yes.” said Natalie softly. Their eyes met again. Richard blinked, surprised at her admission.
“Anyway, this is not much of a greeting, you haven’t even shaved.”
She touched his cheek, then found herself kissing him on the lips. His eyes widened and his hands involuntarily went to the small of her back. His body tingled with sensation, and her scent enveloped him.
She broke away. Natalie’s hand went up to her lips, as if trying to rub it off. “I’m sorry –“ she smiled. “Don’t know what that was for.” She turned and went into the kitchen, leaving Richard breathing heavily. He licked his lips.
“So this was what was for lunch was it?” remarked Natalie, looking at a saucepan in which some carrots were boiling. There was nothing else on the stove.
Richard moved after her into the kitchen. Suddenly, they were kissing again. He slammed her against the wall of the tiny kitchen, next to the stove, kissing with wild, barely-contained passion. Their entire bodies were enflamed as the world drowned in dark, heady redness.
And then Natalie pushed him away, stumbling a little. “Come on, this is… this is…ok…it just happened.” She moved back towards the stove a little unsteadily, breathing quickly. “We…we won’t mention it again.”
“Yes…” said Richard, huskily, “I know you’d say that.”
She switched off the stove. “I don’t know why it happened – but it’s stopped. It’s over… let… let me look at your flat.” She turned quickly and moved towards his bedroom without waiting for Richard. She opened the door, then immediately shut it.
She pressed her back against the door and laughed. “Don’t want to go in there. How many girls have been in there recently?”
Richard watched her. “Hardly any, I’ve been very celibate.”
“Really?” Natalie moved into the large living room. “This is nice…” she said, looking about the room.
“I spent my savings on this place…” Richard moved towards her deliberately this time, his motion slow and seductive, backing her up against a wall. She turned away from him. Touching her from the back, he kissed her on the nape of neck.
“No… this…is not a good idea.” said Natalie, her voice trembling with desire. She tilted her head, letting him kiss her. “Please Richard… I shouldn’t have started this… we don’t mention it. Go. And sit over there.”
She waved vaguely and he stopped. She sat down heavily on a chair, her legs suddenly unable to support her.
Richard picked up a chair and brought it crash down on the floor. He sat down and stared at his sister with intense eyes filed with naked desire. Two meters of electrified air separated them.
“So…is it convenient?” asked Natalie, flicking her hair back, looking at his feet.
“Convenient?” asked Richard, grinning nervously.
“This flat, for buses?”
“For buses?” He flicked off his shoes. Natalie looked away.
“Yes, buses.” She did the button up on her blouse.
Richard took a ginger biscuit out of an old packet. “I think there are probably some buses.”
“What number? The buses?” She moved her hair again.
Richard bit into the soggy biscuit. Natalie shivered. “I don’t know…you know small buses, those small buses that beetle about… Hoppers.”
Natalie stared at him. “Hoppers… you’ve got some crumbs…” Richard’s hand went up to his mouth.
Natalie undid the button on her blouse, looking at the television. “The cricket has started.”
“No, that’s old highlights.”
“I never knew they ever played cricket when it rains.”
They fell silent, both looking unseeingly at the match.
Then their eyes met. Moving at the same moment, they flew into each other’s arms and began kissing passionately. He tore his sister’s blouse open even as she sent his shirt buttons flying. She scratched his chest with her nails. Lifting her off her feet with one hand, he ripped off her skirt and panties with the other. Then she fell on her knees and in one smooth motion pulled down his pants and boxers. He groaned and fell on her with his hands roaming her naked body.
Natalie rolled on top of her brother and they stared at each other. She whispered, “You’re going to stop me aren’t you?” She kissed him. “You’re going to stop me.”
“I don’t know” said Richard.
“Come on stop me.” she kissed him again, their tongues darting into each other. She felt his thick member throbbing against her abdomen. “I’m just lying here, I’m not doing anything.”
Richard gave her a sexy smile, “Ok…”
“Ok what?” She paused. “Are you clean, you’re not going to kill me, are you?”
Richard laughed nervously. “No, of course not.”
“I don’t believe it,” said Natalie. “Maybe you’re…” She couldn’t stop herself from kissing him. “Stop me…” she smiled, licking his chin. “Please…Please… stop me.”
Richard broke away and got up.
“I knew you would.” said Natalie quietly.
Richard grinned at her, his eyes dancing. “I’m just putting some music on… I…” He looked around for a tape, but then decided to simply bang on the radio. A woman was singing in a soaring soprano.
Natalie rose up in a single graceful curve, her hips and breasts swaying and her eyes alive. He turned, grinned, lifted her up off her feet and slammed her against the wall for a second time. Natalie wrapped her arms around her brother and they began kissing passionately.
"Oh Richard." She cried, throwing her head back as her brother kissed her throat.
Richard lifted his sister higher so that she could wrap her legs around his waist and his swollen penis could rest securely in her crevice. He began thrusting slowly, rubbing his member against her cheeks while at the same time making sure that he rubbed against her clitoris. They groaned with pleasure.
Richard lowered his head and began sucking at Natalie’s left breasts. “Oh!” exclaimed Natalie in surprise. He then moved on to her right breast. She sucked at his ear lobe, her arms roaming incessantly across his broad back down to his buttocks. He kept thrusting.
Finally, he pulled her back a little and they looked at each other, their eyes hazy with lust. “Natalie.” He said. He looked down at his penis, which was now a deep shiny red complete with precum, and slowly pushed it into her moist opening.
“Aaah…” they sighed together. They kissed again passionately, their tongues finding every nook an cranny in their mouths. They pulled away lingeringly, and he began to thrust into her slowly, all the while looking at her closed eyes. Her mouth was a shiny pink O from which cries of pleasure emitted. They had only just begun, yet already the pleasure was more intense than either had ever experienced before. Somewhere in the immeasurable distance, a woman was singing her heart out.
Richard and Natalie, brother and sister, grunted and sweated as they sought to reach their orgasms. Natalie reached hers first. Just as Richard began to thrust with greater speed and force, Natalie felt her orgasm rise from between her legs, through her breasts and out her throat. “OHHHH…STOOOP MEEE!” she screamed, convulsing. An instant later she was propelled into the furthest reaches of space.
Richard slowed his thrusting, and then simply held her. Both their bodies were covered in sweat. “Oh… Richard.” said Natalie, heaving against him as she came back down to earth. She saw a broad grin on her brother’s face.
“I’m not done with you yet.” growled Richard. He then turned, kneeled, and without disengaging, laid her on the wood-paneled floor. Natalie shivered.
He put his arms on either side of her head and began thrusting his penis in and out of her slowly. He closed his eyes and buried his face in her neck. Their bodies grinded slickly and their pelvis slapped against one another with the wet rhythm of sex. Natalie clutched her brother’s dark hair in one hand and his buttocks in the other as she let the pleasure in her rise again. Their pace increased, the burning friction at their joining grew more intense, and their moans of ecstasy grew more urgent. In and out, in and out, Richard’s penis pounded into her sister.
Finally, the pleasure and pace reached a fevered pitch and Richard and Natalie felt their release near. Consumed in incestuous flames, they soared liked the voice of the opera singer, who was even then reaching her climatic pitch. The glass panes vibrated violently. Thrust after sweat-slick thrust, their bodies approached the stars together.
And then they reached it.
“NAATALLIEE!!!”
“RICCCHAARD!!!”
The glass panes shattered.
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