Attitude is everything

[Hecate]

Two-character thread for ariosto and myself - sorry

She sat on the bench in the bright neon light that is nowhere even remotely as cold and sleazy as it is in the waiting rooms of railway stations. Next to her a small overnight bag, in her hand a long cold coffee, the remainders of it clinging to the plastic cup in an almost oily consistence.

Every time the door opened her head jerked up – her eyes shining with hope … to just disappointedly drop back to the cup in her hands. This had been going for 45 minutes now, and the beaming smile that at first had enlightened her pretty face with each hopeful gaze at the opening door had disappeared.

“Pru, you are a stupid cow!” she was scolding herself “You should have known better than that !”

“But his invitation seemed so genuine, we had such a good time when chatting and all …” a weak defensive counter-thought tried to squeeze into the internal argument.

The fact though was that her online lover who had promised to pick her up at the station for a weekend of delight was nowhere to be seen and the phone number he had given her was not being responded to.

“Fuck him!” Did she say that out loud? She couldn’t care less! “I give him another 10 minutes to show up – and then I am gone!”

Gone – sure, but where to? Not back home! No way! She had had a lot of snide remarks already from her friends - specially seeing she had just turned 30 she had gotten about everything from the “biological clock ticking” to the “premature mid-life crisis” comments - and no way would she let anyone know things hadn’t gone the way they were supposed to be! So rather than that she’d be looking for a motel room or such and spend the weekend in this godforsaken place before admitting she had made a mistake!

With renewed vigour her head raised and her hand slid back a stray strand of her short blonde hair. Her blue eyes showed a sparkle of determination now and a charming and slightly mischievous smile slid back on her lips.

7 more minutes – and she would have a wonderful weekend – one way or other!


OOC: Well ariosto – here you go .. *chukles* curious to see what you make of it.

 

[ariosto]

Oh God...he thought descending from the cab of the moving van that had given him a lift from his stranded car...Oh God, what will she think!...they'd planned this meeting so long, emails, letters and now finally...

He stepped down into foot deep frozen slush and the subzero wind struck his face like razor blades. Waving to his rescuer he slogged through the ruts and drifts across the parking lot and at last found himself at the door of the little commuter station. Another minute and he'd have been as frozen as his Volvo.

Franz Brenner had waited literally all his life to meet his kid sister, seperated by an ocean and more than a dozen years in time he'd been overjoyed when an internet service had found her for him.
For a year they'd planned this reunion . An arctic blizzard would not get in his way.


He entered the station desperate for it's warmth and his wire rim glasses steamed up immediately. He was wiping them off when he noticed the young woman looking intently at him.

He'd only seen one poor picture of Veronica but this had to be...it had to be....
He flushed with pleasure threw open his arms and his glasses splintered on to the floor.
So what!...
He rushed over grabbed the surprised girl up and
swung her around in unfeigned delight!

The Station Master peered out of his office and smiled.
At last the pretty girl's boyfriend had come for her. That was nice.

Pru on the other hand knew good and well it wasn't her boyfriend but with him ten minutes past her mental deadline she was quite willing to settle for this one. He was tall, well built and soooo much better looking than Ernest!

 

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Prudence Prescot

The 10 minutes she had still mentally given herself had passed – and after that another 5 … and now she wasn’t really sure what to do anymore. Just as she was about to gather her bag and leave the station the doors swung open again.
As all the other times she lifted her head – the impression an hopeful, expectant one, underlined with a hint of hesitation.

The guy sure made a show entering, she smiled to herself as she appreciatively let her eyes take in his appearance. He was tall, well built from what she could judge and … she had to silently admit, he looked a lot better than Ernest…. Fuck Ernest!

While she was still watching him take off his glasses and wipe of the steamy mist that had instantly gathered as he had stepped into the relative warmth of the station, she all of a sudden noticed him looking straight back at her. And what then happened was just plain odd … with an obvious outburst of joy he simply forgot about the glasses he had been cleaning and swept her into his arms, hugging her tight like long lost family …. WOW! That felt good – too good actually, Pru thought. More by instinct and reflex than by rational reasoning she returned the warm hug that felt so good after the last hour’s lonely and depressive thinking.

“Ok – think – what is happening here? Who is he .. and do I care?” those and similar thoughts raced through her head while she slowly caught her breath again after the first second of surprise.

By the time the handsome stranger had slowly set her back down on her own feet again – which weren’t really as steady as she would have wished for – she still hadn’t decided on what to do. All she knew was that the last moments in those strong arms were sheer delight.

With a smile she reclined her head and smiled up at the incredibly charming stranger :”Uhm – wow, what a reception, and mind you, I am not complaining, but … don’t you usually introduce yourself before sweeping the fair maiden in your arms, oh my knight in shining armor? Specially without your glasses you might be mistaking the dragon or witch for the fair princess you came to rescue”

 

[ariosto]

"Why you silly girl!, you know it's me!
...Franz! Your brother"
And with that he crushed her in a bear hug and kissed her on both cheeks successfully masking the look of utter surprise on Pru's pretty face.
"Welcome! welcome and damn this snow!...You would come with a blizzard howling."

He held her at arms length, grinning broadly.
"Veronica you told me that was an old picture but I never expected to see you looking so grown up! So...developed."
And indeed, even under her coat and sweater, the young woman's figure was full and dangerously curved. He found it hard to pull his eyes away.

It was obvious they could'nt wait out the blizzard in the train station and Franz realized it was quite useless getting back to the car. He knew the Volvo. It would have to be towed once the weather cleared.
The Station Master came to their rescue and called
The Mountain View Lodge located only a mile away. Soon a 4 wheele drive vehicle had been sent by the near empty inn to pick them up.

As they drove through the blizzard a few things had crystalized in both their minds.
In Pru's, a knowledge that brother or not she planned to take full advantage of a snowbound weekend with this good looking hunk of a man. And with Franz the uncomfortable awareness that he should not have such thoughts about his very own kid sister.

 

[Hecate]

Prudence

Brother? Prudence felt her mind jumping into overdrive ... either that guy was awfully weird, not knowing his sister, or ... he hadn’t seen her for a very long time! Yes – that must be it! That would explain the enthusiasm and the remark about the old picture! Phew – Pru felt a breath of relief escape from her lungs as she realized that indeed this was just a case of mistaken identity and not something being wrong with this handsome stranger’s state of mind.

Fortunately he – Franz, she corrected herself mentally - was so busy making arrangements, all the time having the most wonderful and warm happy smile on his face, that he didn’t really notice Pru’s initial hesitation.

After he had conversed with the Station Master for a moment he came back and looked at her with another of those incredible smiles that made her feel all shaky. What to do – what to do ...?
Of course she KNEW the right thing would have been to clear up the misunderstanding right away ... but then ... those eyes, that smile, his arms as in another spontaneous happy hug pulled her close ...

No, she would tell him as soon as he had taken her to that Inn – yes, exactly, unless he even noticed sooner she couldn’t be his sister, not knowing anything at all about him or any mutual information she should be having. But the thought of being stuck in the station with that raging blizzard outside just was not at all inviting – to spend some time in his company though definitely was “the next best thing after the invention of sliced bread”.

OK – plan – Pru, come on, you need to figure something out to make him take you to the Inn quickly before he does notice something is wrong about you! No lies – but you need not really point out the facts all too clearly either, right!? At least not till he has taken you to “safety” that is .. but then, ok .. then you’ll clear it up immediately if he hasn’t kicked you out of the car on the way already!

Her mind made up that way, she felt a pang of regret, knowing she most likely would mess up their “relation” from the start but she was somehow afraid that if he knew she wasn’t his sister he might just let her stand right here and head off into the snow to never be seen again – and she had to admit she would not mind at all spending the weekend with him, Franz, who made look Ernest chopped liver in comparison.

“Well Franz, since I have been sitting here for well over an hour in the meantime, I really would love to get somewhere warm and more comfortable ... and maybe eve get a real coffee or hot cocoa in front of a fire preferably. And I have the feeling we have a few things to talk about as well .... “

Her big blue eyes pleadingly looked up at him, secretly hoping he would like her – sister or not – and following a genuine heartfelt emotion she raised to her toes, and planted a quick kiss on his cheek “...and thanks for picking me up!”

Not giving him a chance to respond to that she turned and headed to the waiting Jeep outside that had been sent by the hotel.

As they drove through the gray and white whirling world outside, Prudence felt odd, like being wrapped in cotton wool, as if she had been caught in some surreal movie scene ... but when Franz put his arm around her shoulder she closed her eyes , happily snuggling against his strong, warm and decidedly masculine body .. for a blissful moment forgetting she had to fess up to her “evil deed” shortly, aware that this could well be the end before it had even begun ... and she by now badly wanted this to be a beginning!

 

[ariosto]

Luckily for them both, the driver of the vehicle was a garrolous old man who filled the warm air with all the conversation that was necessary, "Worst storm in 40 years...expectin' 18 inches tonight...Road closed just out of town...What did you folks say your name was?, Oh, well here we are!"

The lodge was a huge stone and dark wood building. It was nearly empty. The skiers that usually filled it up this time of year had cancelled because of the weather and a very attentive staff was there to wait on them hand and foot.

"How many in your party Mister Brenner?"
Franz looked over his shoulder to see if anyone else had followed them in!
"Why two," he laughed," just two."

"I can give you an excellent rate on one of our Honeymoon suites tonight. Quite exrtaordinary."
The desk clerk arched an eyebrow at him and winked in Pru's direction.
Franz blushed furiously and started to object when suddenly the girl looped her arm through his and purred..
"Oh how nice darling...the Honeymoon suite! I'm sure we'd have lots of room in there."

"Oh yes, yes!"
The desk clerk pushed the ledger in front of him. "A sitting room, a jacuzzi bath, a fireplace! You'll love it!"

As they followed the bellboy to the room, Pru whispered to him.
"It's been so long and there's so much to catch up on, I just thought it would be nice to share a room and besides it's a lot cheaper isn't it?"

Her arm was still linked through his and when she leaned close to talk to him he could feel the firmness of her breasts through his jacket.

Franz...this is your sister. Remember that...remember that!

 

[Hecate]

Prudence Prescot

The short drive to the lodge was spent in silence, except for the few words the driver uttered.
Just as well Pru thought as she cuddled deeper into the reassuring arms of her “brother” – just for a little longer she promised herself.

At the Lodge though her good resolutions were wiped away when the clerk suggested they take the Honeymoon Suite. Jacuzzi, fireplace and good company ... just what she needed right now. If she was honest – the long wait at the station had her left cold to the core and in a strange kind of desperate determination – and it was so easy to give in to temptation with Franz at her side...

She didn’t really know where she had taken that boldness from when she cut in and thus made him accept the offered fabulous suite ... but that very moment a new idea had taken a hold in her mind...

”If I can make him like me – then maybe he won’t be so mad at me when he finds out I am not really his sister ... and making him like me – well, it won’t be much of a sacrifice from my side for sure.... and since there won’t be any more trains coming in tonight I can be sure she won’t be hanging out at the station without anyone coming to pick her up ... I guess she is gonna call any minute anyway telling him she is delayed somewhere ... “

And she would start RIGHT NOW with “making him like her”. As they followed the bellboy to the suite, her arm was still linked through his and when she leaned extra close to talk to him, her body touching his. Not too obvious Pru – take it easy, he is supposed to be your brother ... she reminded herself as she rubbed her upper body a little against his arm.

Up in the room Franz tipped the bellboy and a moment later they were alone. To avoid too much interrogative talking, Pru suggested: “How about you light a fire while I check out the bath? I really have icy feet and after the wait at the drafty station I think a soak in the hot tub would be just excellent.”

She took off her thick jacket and carelessly dropped it on a chair in the sitting room. In a fluent gesture she smoothed back her hair and subconsciously tucked the black turtleneck sweater neatly back into her jeans, thus making it outline snuggly her curvy body, before she strolled to the next room.

 

[ariosto]

As he lit the fire, Franz mind was a whirl of conflicting thoughts. He'd finally found his sister!
After his Mother had passed away, he'd started to search for her. The last of the family.
What joy when he had recieved that first timid e-mail!
And now, a month later here he was...with her. But something did not seem quite right. Her body was magnificent and not at all like 'Brenner' bodies he had known. The family tended to tall and lean almost skinny, this girl...his sister, was ahhh..voluptuous. Stop it! He shouldn't be thinking this way!
He kept trying to remember that little gamin face from so long ago playing on her swings, to place it with the fresh pretty face of the girl in the bathroom right now. Or even the out of focus picture she'd sent...
Hell everthing was out of focus now. He felt in his pocket for the shattered glasses and...

OW!

He cut himself! a small deep slash on the tips of his fingers.
It bled copiously. Damn!
He started for the bathroom and stopped listening to the shower running inside.
Damn!...he needed a sink..a towel!

He knocked...no answer, she couldn't hear him over the shower's noise.

He slipped inside quickly and walked to the sink, trying not to look at the diffused pink figure on the other side of the curtain.

"Franz?"
She must ahve seen him come in.

"I...I've cut myself."
He opened the tap and ran his fingers under the cold water.

"OH!...Is it bad?...How did you do it?"
The shower abruptly stopped.

He looked up into the mirror over the sink with alarm.

"No it's..."
She stepped out.
He shut his eyes...Oh God!

"Here let me see."
and suddenly her wet warm arms were reaching around him.

 

[Hecate]

Prudence

When she had explored the adjacent bedroom, Pru stepped through into the bathroom of the suite. Had she been tempted to lure him into the hot tub she changed her mind when she saw the huge jacuzzi ... that would take a while to fill – and she was craving the engulfing warmth just now. And anyway – it might be overstepping the set up role if she tried to get him into the tub – not knowing if she could resist his charms in the nude in a sisterly fashion...

As a result of the musings she just slipped out of her sweater and jeans, followed by bra, pantyhose and panties and headed for the shower. Yes, a quick hot shower would sure restore her self composure and lift her spirits. And after all it couldn’t harm to be fresh and smelling good if she was to spend the night with this attractive man.

The hot water coursed over her strained body, the muscles slowly relaxing, here eyes close she enjoyed the warming sensation. Just as she had finished shampooing her hair with the little courtesy shampoo of the hotel, smelling like a fresh pine forest, she thought she had noticed someone move through the pink shower curtain.

Shifting the curtain to the side I looked and sure enough, Franz stood there, bent over the sink.

“Franz!?”

"I...I've cut myself."

"OH!...Is it bad?...How did you do it?"

Turning off the shower in a reflex motion and stepping out of the shower were one...

“No it's..."

... merely taking the time to grab one of the huge fluffy pink towels from the heater and wrapping it around her body, tucking it firmly in over her breast.

"Here let me see."

She was close enough now to see him close his eyes and – had she heard a moan? Oh my – then he must have hurt himself badly! Forgotten were all the preoccupations as to what he might think of her – she just wanted to help when she reached out to gently take his hand into hers... oblivious to the wet line her dripping hair had caused across the room or the puddle it was creating as she stood there, examining his finger for more splinters.

She rinsed it with more cold water and finally the bleeding seemed to cease. After no more splinters could be discovered, she pulled a cosmetic tissue from the box over the sink and wrapped it around his finger, making a funny little knot and kind of bow to fix it – before playfully kissing it.

All the time having been preoccupied about his hurt finger though and milling around to do the first aid she had not been paying enough attention to the fact that gravity had constantly been tugging on her towel which now had come dangerously loose and was close to follow the natural law of falling .....

... so when she raised to her toes to put a kiss on the tip of his nose, she reached up to pull his head down and while the fresh pine scent engulfed them, the inevitable happened ...

 

[ariosto]

The towel fell open and slid straight down her long legs to the tile floor, offering Franz whose head was lowered for the sisterly peck on his nose, an enviable view of Veronica's delectable breasts and the strategic points beyond.
delectable....

He averted his eyes fast, only to look up into her mischieviously smiling face.
Oops!, she said.
He blushed crimson, and reached down quickly for the towel which brought his face in contact with the wet, sudsy, coral tipped globes of her bosom. They smelled like pine.

"Unhhh..."
He stammered, coming up with the towel and pressing it hastily into her hands.
Sorry, I...ummm.

Bekah laughed and took her time wrapping the towel rather carelessly around herself again.
'Now let's see those fingers. I think the tissue came off.

Indeed it had but at least the bleeding had stopped. She held his hand in the palm of her own and kissed his fingers one by one. Warm little kisses...sisterly kisses.
There you go! All well.

She turned back to the bath and stepped behind the
shower door throwing him the damp towel as she did so.
He caught a glimpse of her lovely pink body as she stepped inside. And he thought gain of those full, pointed and thoroughly edible breasts he'd just seen. My GOD!...they were perfect.
He sat down heavily on the toilet seat his mind
full of wildly conflicting emotions.

Inside the shower she began to sing. This she thought might just be a very interesting weekend.


OOC!...Damn Hecate! I got my bekahs and my pru's and my veronica's mixed up!...Gettin' old sweetie.

 

[Hecate]

Prudence Prescot

"Phew - maybe I shouldn'T have kissed him ... " Pru turned on the water again - more to keep her busy with anything instead of facing him now. She hadn't really dropped the towel on purpose, but it was kinda funny to see he seemed more embarrassed than she was ... that was a promising situation ... and maybe she better told him now that she wasn't his sister before he got into any odd incestually predefined mindset - that sure wouldn'T be going too well with her plans... plus ... she had to admit to herself, her erect nipples and itching pussy told her clearly it wasn't wise to waste any more time of the weekend

So after she had again rinsed her body she stepped out of the shower again, grabbing a fresh towel and dried herself, but after that she stood there in all her nude glory, looking at the still hesitant figure on the toilet.

"Franz ... please - look at me ... will you?" Her words wanted to force his look onto her, hoping he would realize there was just no family resemblance whatsoever between them ...

He didn't seem very willing to look up so she stepped closer and knealt down in front of him, now forcing him virtually to let her intrude into his field of vision.

"Franz, what is wrong ? Don't you like what you see?" THat answer would decide over the path she would take - and maybe the whole weekend.... so Prudence waited with baited breath.

 

[ariosto]

"O my God! Veronica, I LIKE what I see way too much!"
He stood up suddenly and turned towards the mirror over the sink.
Then she was moving up his back. Her whole lush body was moving up his back. Her hands looping over his shoulders, her breasts, her firm full breasts, pressing into his back and then her face was looking into the mirror next to his.
"Look Franz, look at us. We look nothing a like do we?"

It was hard to concentrate with the heat of her glued to him from foot to shoulder.
But what she said was true! Even without his glasses he could see it was true.
Her hand slid over to the side of his neck and softly ran up into his hair.
A delicious warm tingling sensation shot through him, momentarily dominating the anxiety he'd been suffering.
She kissed his neck, a soft kiss, a caressing kiss. His hands gripped the sink. Her hands moved around his sides and played across the hard muscles of his chest and stomach. He was getting a throbbing huge erection!

She was whispering in his ear, warm fuzzy words, words that made no sense.
"What would you do if I told you that..."

 

[Hecate]

Prudence

If it wasn't such an important moment, Pru would have burst out laughing. It was so obvious now that he was attracted to her, but struggling those feelings for thinking she was his sister - promising!

"What would you do if I told you I wasn't your sister Franz?"

Her hot breath tickled his ear as she whispered those words, from behind his head her eyes looked up into the mirror, inquieringly, but calm, blue lakes under black lashes ... seeking the entrance to his soul and feelings over the mirror on the wall.

Her hands bolder now caressed his body - but never went below the waist line...

 

[ariosto]

"....not your sister Franz."
The words didn't register. He had almost come to a place where it didn't matter if she was his sister or not. He had rationalized the years of seperation into a 'raison d'etre' for his uncontrolable lust. A lust that was building second by second with each whispered word from her mouth with each, burning caress of her long nailed fingers across his chest.

He turned so fast in her arms that she tried to draw back. Startled by the wild look in his eyes and the sudden rock hard presence of his cock pressing against her stomach and her sex.
Maybe I shouldn't have told him...
The thought never finished for quite suddenly his arms locked behind her and he lifted her with a surprising show of strength right off the floor.

"Franz!"
His mouth smothered hers and forced her lips open for a thrusting deep invasion of his tongue that quite took her breath away. She was aware that he was walking with her, holding her up as she met his tongue with her own in a wild delicious dance.
Then she was lying on the bed, her senses reeling, watching him standing over her, looking down with the eyes of a stranger.

"Not my sister...No I don't think so. I think you are a wild little
vixen that needs to be tamed!"
He stood there ripping the bed sheets into long ribbons of cloth
just the right size for tying her up...for showing her exactly who was in control.

 

[Hecate]

Prudence

Whatever Prudence had expected to happen after her revelation - this sure wan't it!

The glow in his eyes had turned into a fire of lust - and he picked her up in an effortless flash, dropping her on the bed in the next room.

What followed then left her speeachless and breathless - without much hesitation he started to rip apart the sheet - and only a moment later she was securely tied to the bed, helpless and in his control.

Pru had been setting out for a kinky and sexually experimental weekend - but that for sure hadn't been on her menue and she was starting to wonder if after all she really should better have kept her mouth shut about he sister - thing .....

her body though - she had to admit - was starting to not only react to his looks but to the treatment too - the adrenalin rushing in her system - her nipples hard and erect as pencil rubbers

 

[ariosto]

He stood by the bed and slowly removed every article of clothing he had on.
Franz was physicaly a diamond in the rough.
His baggy ill fitting attire hid a lean sculpted body. The pent up frustrations that had consumed him since they took his sister away had found release in the boxing gym where he could pound heavy bags until his arms ached and his rage was spent.

Snow was gusting violently outside, rattling the windows with it's force. Although still early in the day, the light that filtered in was cold and weak. He reached down, turned on the bedlamp and the room was suffused in it's honeyed glow.

She kept her eyes on him, apraising not only the hard hewn body but his face...his eyes.
She panicked then. What she saw was a terrible anger.
He sat beside her, his buttocks pressing into her side above the hip.

"You are not my sister."
It was a statement.
"Nooo..." she whispered.

"So I can fuck you."
She closed her eyes.

Nothing happened for a long minute and then she felt his mouth close over her breast. Her nipple was drawn up between his teeth as he sucked her in. His tongue flicked rapidly over the sensitive aroused tip. She opened her eyes and she could see the top of his head, his thick hair hanging down, brushing over the swell of her breasts.
His other hand was squeezing her hard. His fingers pinching and pulling her other nipple, almost painfully.
She balled her fists up. She ached to do something with her arms but she was bound...most securely.

 

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Pru

"Franz, please ... I didn't mean to .. you see ... I never intended to lead you on ... but .. I was so lonely and desperate and ... you seemed so happy .. and ... then you looked ant me and hugged me and you were so warm and strong and ... irresistible... and ... please, don't hurt me Franz... "

Pru babbled - confused and yet excited by the millions of sensations his hands and lips caused on her helplessly bound body. The intense look in his eyes scared her - the burning lust was something she would never have thought possible - and could he be feeling that intensely for her? She was nothing special - just average if at all, Pru thought.

But even while the thoughts fighting in her head were quickly flashing horror pictures of raped and abused women, her body betrayed the sensations caused by the helplessness and - she had to admit - a deep inner feeling of trust for this absolutely fabulous and sexy hiunk of a man who now had complete controll over her body - and maybe even her heart?

 

[ariosto]

Franz wanted to play with her. To extend out unendurably the sexual pleasure and torment that he anticipated for both of them.
He wanted to punish her for the terrible deception, because in the back of his mind ever since he'd seen her picture in his email he'd fantasized of incest.
Fantasized of breaking the taboo, of having his own sister, fucking her, and now...

"You are my sister."
He said leaning close to her face, his hand closing cruelly over her breasts and beggining to squeeze.
"Say it.", He crushed her... she gasped.
"Tell me that you are my little sister...now."

"Yesss..."
Anything to stop...his fingers, digging in.
"I'm your sister...please....please..."

He sat up, a look something like triumph on his face.
"Very good."
He stood and she saw that precum had beaded on the tip of his erect cock. Franz saw her looking.
And suddenly the engorged flaring head was in front of her face.
"Lick it."
His fingers twisted into her hair pulling her head off the pillow.
"Lick it!"
Her tongue slipped out and she took the pearl of moisture between her lips.

He watched her.
"Is it good?...do you want more?"
His hand tightened painfully in her hair.
"Do you!?"

She nodded, yes she wanted more...

 

[Hecate]

Pru

FUCK! that guy sure was getting scary!

Pru felt a shiver run over her naked body as she heard his words...

"You are my sister."
"Say it."
"Tell me that you are my little sister...now."

If that was what he wanted... she sure was in no position to refuse anything right now ... and after all, he wanted sex and hadn't she wanted him too, badly , till only a little ago? And what had really changed? He was still gorgeous and if a little role playing made him happy ... ouch, that started to hurt ..

"Yesss..."
Anything to stop...his fingers, digging in.
"I'm your sister...please....please..."

Pru closed her eyes and took a breath. He sat up, a look something like triumph on his face.
"Very good."

And then he rose from the bed. Pru opened her eyes, wondering what he might be up to now... but she knew soon enough.

"Lick it!" there was no need to ask what he meant when she felt his hand in her hair and the tip of his cock at her lips. Like a hypnotized rabbit she opened her lips and her pink tongue darted out, licking the shimmering drop from his hard cock.

He watched her.
"Is it good?...do you want more?"
His hand tightened painfully in her hair.
"Do you!?"

She nodded, yes she wanted more... but she would feel much better if she knew he was still "clear" enough to make sure she wasn't hurt... she was searching in his eyes for a glitter of the warmth she had seen earlier - glitter she saw, but was it lust? Or was there something more?

"Brother, you know, I could show you much better how much more I would like if you untied me ... you see ... I can't really show you like this ... "

 

[ariosto]

"But sister dear, if I release you, how do I know that you'll do what I want?"
He sat down abruptly beside her and began gently now to run his fingers through her hair.
*Good question!*

" I am of course stronger than you..."
His brow knit in thought,and he looked at her closely, a tiny smile playing on his lips.
"And I couldn't really hurt my pwn sister could I?"
A broader smile now. almost like...
"Tell you what, I'm going to let one hand free."
A knife suddenly flashed and her left hand was loose from the restraint.
*Damn! where did the knife come from!*

"Now lets try a test."
Franz walked away and she watched the tight muscles gleaming on his back and buttocks,
God he was so...
He grabbed the chair and set it down beside her. His knees were pressed into the edge of the bed.

"Slide your hand under my balls...that's it. Good.
squeeze them...not to hard. that's right."
She could feel their heavy weight, the rough skin of his sac against her palm...
"Now I want you to tell me in great detail about the first time you were ever fucked. Tell me how you lost your cherry sister dear. If you can get me off with your words and your hand, then I'll release you. How about it?
Give me a squeeze if we have a deal"

He laughed out loud and suddenly a bit of the pall of fear she'd been drifting in lifted.

 

[Hecate]

Prudence

Pru watched him settle on the chair so very close to the bed. She could smell a faint whiff of his after shave. “What game is he playing?” she thought as she watched her hand come free. His gentle caresses and the little laugh had smoothed the attack of pure fear that had seemed to overwhelm her just earlier – and her initial sense of excitement started to return and take the better of her, specially now that she reached out and felt the soft curls of his pubic hair between her fingers.

Still not totally convinced he wasn’t a nut case, she refrained from trying her luck by just closing her fist around his testicles – after all he was showing some serious trust in her and those eyes, those wonderful eyes just couldn’t mean any harm to her.

She could feel their heavy weight, the rough skin of his sac against her palm...
"Now I want you to tell me in great detail about the first time you were ever fucked. Tell me how you lost your cherry sister dear. If you can get me off with your words and your hand, then I'll release you. How about it?
Give me a squeeze if we have a deal"

She couldn’t resist the change in the mood and relaxed. With a little giggle gently squeezed his heavy balls.

”Hmmm, let me think ... the first time ... “ and while her thumb gently started to stroke his hot skin she told her story.

It was in summer, dad was at work and mom had gone out with some of her friends to see some vernisage or exhibition or the like. Tom, my then boyfriend, and I had been playing tennis after school. We had a lot of fun and I remember even I was wearing my new little pleated white tennis skirt and the tight top that stopped just above the navel. Of course Tom was a lot better than me, so as I ran across the court and was trying to at least not make a total fool of myself Tom suggested we’d play for something that would make me try even harder. I didn’t know really what he had in mind but since we were the only ones around that early hour of the afternoon I agreed, asked what he had in mind...

Pru looked at her captor to see what impact her little story had made so far... did he like the idea of a little white pleaded skirt swirling around her long firm legs, barely long enough to cover her buttocks? Or the image of firm breasts hugged tight under the stretching shirt, bouncing as she ran across the tennis court?

... anyway – Tom grinned and said for each point I’d loose to him he gets to place a kiss on me after the match in the dressing room, and for a lost set I’d have to take off one item of clothing of his choice ... and if he won the match he’d win me for the rest of the afternoon to be his play thing. To make a long story short – I lost the next set in no time. Tom decided that there had been no rules as to when I had to “pay” for a lost set so he made me take off my panties ... sure, there was no one around but still, I remember I felt embarrassed and excited alike. We continued our match and he made it a point to have me bend over to pick up the balls I’d not reached. God – I remember my pussy was getting all wet and puffy as I started to tease him with my bare ass under the little skirt. It must have gotten to him a little cause he started to make mistakes himself... anyway – the next set was the last and he had won the match so I was his for the rest of the day. Not that I had minded in the first place, we were so in love back then.

The stroking of my hand had turned to a gentle massage in the meantime, Franz’s balls full and heavy in my palm as I rolled his nuts gently between my fingers. Teasingly I slid my hand further underneath him, rubbing a fingertip along the sensitive ridge between his balls and his anus. Remembering that afternoon and what had transpired to lead into the beginning of my sexual life started to affect me as well, just as back then my pussy started to glow and open, a soft sheen of moisture building on my nether lips.

Anyway, after he had won Tom said that since he was in command now he wanted us to go to my place for the shower, knowing we would be alone. The bastard made me ride my bike all the way home without panties! Anyway, at home we were both quite hot and bothered and Tom told me I owed him one more piece of clothing to take off due to the second set I had lost, but that since I had lost the match and was his for the day anyway he’d just skip that piece and wanted to get me naked and into the shower with him. Mhhh .... we sure had fun there under the water, fresh and cool on hot skin, making my nipples harden instantly and he had a few hardened parts as well. I guess we both knew then and there that this would be turning into more than usual petting and fingering...

Pru’s free hand was now rubbing along the length of his hardened shaft, her little fist closed tightly around his cock as she licked her lips, lost in memories and hoping for some steamy action in the not too far future. Up and down in slow strokes she pumped his cock, reliving that blissful moment of innocent youth.

~ to be continued ~

 

[Hecate]

Pru ~ the story continues ~

In the shower he started to kiss me and I just melted into his arms. Before long Tom would just pick me up and carry me over to my bedroom. He then started to count out all the kisses for the points I had lost, placing them all over my still moist and cool skin after the cold shower – on my nipples, on my belly, on my navel and then further down along my inner thighs....

Pru started to wiggle in the bonds on the bed, remembering that hot torrent that had flushed her body on that sunny afternoon. Her hand firmly wrapped around his cock increased speed and pressure as the intensity of her memories and story increased.

At some point I just wanted him to not only tease me anymore but do it! I felt so horny ... and we had indeed been waiting for it for a while and it all just was the perfect scene and occasion ... So I whispered to Tom to make me a woman .. but he was in such a silly mood ... and he said “What do you want?... I will only do it if you ask me like a little slut ...”. I giggled but we had talked about dirty talking before and I knew it turned Tom on a lot so I said ”I want you to fuck me, Tom” and he rolled over me. We did it missionary, and he looked deep into my eyes as he slid first a finger in to prepare me for it... but then he too became more and more impatient as I urged him on... and... I looked deeply into his eyes when he finally pushed into me. It didn’t really hurt much and there was barely no blood worth mentioning even. But it felt good and he was careful and very considerate at first. After a just two or three long strokes though he pulled out and looked at me – asking how it felt and I was just all glowing and flying and telling him I wanted more – and why had he stopped ... when he grinned and got to his tennis bag taking out a pack of condoms. After he had put one on we finished the act ... and spend the afternoon recovering, caressing and stroking each other. We did stay together after that for a while still, till he left school and went to some Uni further away, just remained friends... but he sure made me see the fun side of sex...

All the time Pru had never ceased her caressing, stroking, pumping of his hot hard cock, and by the end of her story she more than anything wished she had her other hand fee so she could masturbate herself, her body aching and glowing with the sensual memories of that and many other times she had made love to Tom.

 

[ariosto]

Franz realised that she had gotten just about as hot as he had with the story telling and the evocation of such delicious memories. Her voice had a low dreamy quality but her body was crying out for release. Her hand was doing a wonderful job of setting him up for a wrenching orgasm.
He knew she could feel the thin oil of precum as it weeped from his cock and ran down her fingers with every stroke.
That was a good story...very arousing. Look.

Her eyes had been shut as she told the last of it and now she could see the rampant state she had brought him too. Her hand began to move faster.
No.

She stopped with him thick and throbbing against her closed fingers.
He reached over her, his chest rubbing across her nipples and quickly untied her other wrist.
Use this hand, "
He held it up and kissed every fingertip,
"Use this hand on yourself."
He took it and placed it over her mons.
Now you'll get us both off.

He leaned back and watched as her fingers began rubbing and teasing the little bud of her clit and sliding down into the dewy cleft of her sex. Her hand began squeezing and stroking him once again.
That's it little sister, harder now. I want to cum on your face and then when your hot and creamy I'm going to go between your legs and eat you like an oyster."

She was hot already, knowing that she was about to make that huge cock explode and pleasure herself at the same time. His words were brutal but...arousing.

"What else will you do to me..."
She whispered.




OOC...Great story Hecate!

 

[Hecate]

Prudence

She felt a sheen of sweat gather on her body as he bent over and untied her other hand... for a torturous heartbeat of eternity his hot skin brushing hers.

a moment later her hand was free and he settled back - not all the way back into his chair but far enough so that she could resume her ministrations to his hard hot rod.

Her other hand though was free now - free to roam her own body , free to seek the core of the burning desire that had taken a hold of her and with a moan she slid her hand into the hot valley between her thighs. Where his lips had been only moments earlier she felt now the kiss of her own lips, her fingertips caressing, teasing - while her other hand reclosed firmly around his hard cock.

His musky scent was now distinct and heavy in the air as he positioned himself closer to her, and she couldn't refrain from licking her lips - wondering how he would feel sliding over her tongue.

Her hand now was working her clit in a frenzy- that strange situation she found herself in and this handsome stranger who was talking about all those sensual things that he intended to do to her - no, not to her she corrected herself, to his little sister... the adrenalin rushed through her body as she felt a wave of the approaching orgasm curl her toes ...

With a moan she whispered "What else will you do to me..."

 

[ariosto]

Franz watched as his 'sister's' fingers slipped between her legs and into the shadowed valley.
Her straining nipples were upthrust and rigid as two bullets. He wanted badly to take them in his mouth, feel their texture against his tongue...suck them until he felt a flow of rich sweet milk...he would nurse her like a babe at breast...yesssssss.
He couldn't reach them with his lips, not with her hand stroking and stroking and stroking, between them.
He could touch them...
Franz leaned far forward, bringing his weeping cock within a few inches of her parted lips, and pinched her nipples hard, squeezing just below the pebbeled base and working his fingers out slowly to the tips...then again.

When Pru's fingertips touched the tortured center of her sex, she began to melt into the delerium of her own gratification. She probed between the soft folds and into the moist heat of her cunt and the delerium reached a fever pitch. His fingers were crushing her nipples...such delicious pain!
Her body was a temple of sensations all consuming!...Oh God!

The hand faltered in it's stroking of Franz cock, her concentration drifting...she squeezed too hard, the tempo broke.
He twisted her nipples cruely and bright shards of pain cut into the soft cloud of her escalating pleasure...
She gasped, tried to twist away.

You're pleasuring ME remember?...I'm letting you touch yourself because I'm a caring man...
His voice was like a serpent's tongue caressing her.

I can tie your hands again...unless you give me what I want...understand?
More pressure!...nearly unbearable.

She began to stroke him again, long squeezing strokes as her fingers slid tentatively into her
impatiant sex, slower this time as she tried desperately to pace his needs with her own.