Bdsm Sex Stories Page 16

  "What?"

  "I mean on the trip. I thought about asking to come along, but it felt so...so needy. And I assumed that you wanted to be on your own."

  "Why wouldn't I want you to come along?"

  "Because I'm your sister, and maybe you'd want to hang out with your male friends. Or because you had women with you that you were planning on bedding."

  I laughed, and Isa shot me a sharp glare.

  "I was just laughing at your wording. I'm not sure I've heard 'bedding' being used outside of my English Lit classes."

  "Whatever. You have to admit that boys are highly motivated by getting their dicks wet."

  I did a double-take for a moment at Isa's sudden vulgarity, and she shot me a wicked grin. Obviously, she had intended to shock me. I smiled back.

  When I could finally talk again, I responded. "I don't know, I've seen a lot of girls who want sex just as much or even more than boys. I think its a bunch of sexist bullshit that guys are the only ones who pursue it."

  Isa sighed.

  "You're probably right, Reuben," Isa said, "I know I get...um...you know what, I probably shouldn't talk about it."

  "Oh, you can't say something like that and not finish," I protested.

  "Fine. I get horny, and...god, please don't be angry, all right? I had some flings with a few girls at school. Nothing really major or intense, and not really romantic, but I needed what they could give me. I really wished that there were boys to date too."

  "Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, perhaps a little too harshly. We shared almost everything with each other. I expected a bit of a fight, but to my surprise, Isa looked down.

  "I knew that you wouldn't think there was anything wrong with it, but...I felt guilty."

  "Why?" I said, my throat getting dry, feeling the undercurrent of our many conversations suddenly rising out of the depths of our relationship.

  "Because...because...you know why," Isa said, uncharacteristically coy. She stopped and let go of my hand, looking off the side of the path, arms crossed.

  I stepped up behind her and put my arm around her shoulder. I intended it to be brotherly only, but I caught her scent. She wore the lightest of perfumes at that time, spring scents that reminded me of cherries, and underneath that, her natural fragrance, clean and pure and perfect.

  "Maybe I need to hear you say it. I feel bad sometimes too about...the encounters I've had." Encounters was a very neutral term, but unlike Isa, most of my sexual experience had been romantic.

  "You mean Rachel?" Isa said, a little bitterly.

  "Yes. And...there were others, some not by choice."

  Isa nodded, dismissing the recent experiences. She understood that Father expected me to attend the Brigantine with him, if for no other reason than to prove that I was a true De Heer.

  "Rachel is special to you, isn't she?" Isa asked me, her voice wavering.

  "Yes," I said, refusing to deny it.

  "Is she enough for you?"

  "We barely see each other, and when we do...well...we have fun. We care for each other, but both of us know that what we have isn't permanent or safe. I'm not sure she's really free to be with me. It could end at any time."

  Isa turned and looked at me then, obviously surprised.

  "Oh. I didn't know. I'm sorry...I guess I just mean..."

  "I love you, Isa," I said, my heart pushing aside any thought of self-preservation, "and I think you know it. That's why you kept your experiences from me because you knew I'd be jealous, and you felt guilty about it. That's the only reason I never spoke to you about what I did with Rachel. I felt guilty because I felt like I was betraying you. I know it's wrong, and I know that nothing can ever come of it, but...I love you."

  Isa turned, and I put my hands on her upper arms. Her eyes searched mine, desperately. Was she looking for deception? Truth? Desire? I didn't know. I was a storm of emotions, from fear to lust, and I honestly had no idea what to do next, despite or perhaps because of my limited romantic experience. I loved Isa, more than I should love my sister, I knew that. I also knew that if she rejected me that what we had would be irreparably broken. Instead, she leaned in and kissed me lightly, almost chastely, on the lips. Then she lowered her head, and I felt her kiss me delicately on the neck, then again, more firmly. It was, for so small a gesture, amazingly erotic.

  "What are you doing?"

  My voice was a little deeper and rough. I was having trouble thinking clearly. Isa's scent was all around me, her body pressed into mine. I felt her lips on my neck again, and I groaned.

  "I'm doing what I've wanted to do for a long time. You want it too. I know it," Isa said, but there was none of her typical confidence, "Please. Please just...just give me a chance."

  I took a deep breath and put my arms around my twin, letting my hands settle on her waist. Isa looked up at me, smiling. It wasn't a victory smile, just a hopeful one, thin and vulnerable. She loved me. She was mine, and I could have done what I liked with her.

  I suppose it is a sign that I am not entirely like my father that I did not use her. I felt a massive weight of responsibility in my love. For Isa's feelings and her future. I wanted this, very much, but I knew the consequences as well as she did. We'd have to keep this quiet forever.

  I kissed her, knowing this, feeling her melt into my arms. Her hands were tentative in their explorations, and her tongue inexperienced. When we broke away, I smiled at her, wryly.

  "What it is it," Isa asked, "am I doing something wrong?"

  "No. I just realized that I'm better than you at something."

  Isa pulled away then, frowning. It was pretty stupid of me to say something like that, but in my defense, we were both nineteen.

  "You don't have to remind me of your other conquests," Isa said, arms crossed.

  I pulled her back into my embrace.

  "I think I'm one of Rachel's conquests, to be honest," said, before kissing her softly on her hair, "and I'm not trying to taunt you. I would never do that to you, even if you like to tease and test me."

  "I'm sorry," she said, nuzzling up against my chest, "I just didn't know any other way to get your attention. I should have just...I mean, I could have come to your room, but..."

  I tilted Isa's chin up with my hand, gently, and then kissed her again. I let my hand run down her back and grabbed her ass firmly, and she moaned into my mouth. She had started to round out more, but she was firm everywhere.

  "I want you, Isa. I have for a while. Will you let me make love to you?"

  "Y-yes," she replied shakily, "God, yes. Here?"

  "Yes," I said, knowing the risks but dismissing them. To be honest, there was nowhere on the grounds that was safe, but with mother and father gone, there were few who would even be looking for us. It didn't matter. The truth was that I was out of control. We both were. We had to have each other at that moment, and it didn't matter if we were alone or not.

  I slid my hand down and pulled the hem of Isa's skirt up, over her panties, letting my hand explore the outside of her smooth thigh. She shuddered and leaned into my chest, breathing hard. I smiled as my hand glided in between her legs. She cried out as I gave her the merest touch of a single finger down the middle of her lips. I was still on the outside of her white cotton panties, but I could feel how wet she was, and it outlined her sex perfectly. She ground against my hand instinctively, and her legs gave out as she came, shocking both of us. I kept the pressure up with one hand while I supported her ass with the other.

  "Reuben," she breathed, her small hands clinging to the front of my shirt. I gently lowered her to the soft grass, still slightly moist with morning dew. She lay back, utterly submissive to me, letting her legs part. I moved between them on my knees, but I held back, just a little. With fumbling hands, I unbuttoned her shirt. She giggled at my clumsiness, a gentle sound, and I smiled down at her.

  I'm not sure that she was ever more beautiful than at that moment. Her hair spread across the grass in the dappled mix of shade and sun. Her eye
s were huge and filled with adoration. Her pure white bra held back what I wanted, no, needed to see. As I moved my hands on her now bare belly, she shivered again. This felt incredibly intimate to me, much more so than merely sexual. I moved my hands under her bra, and her hands moved over mine, pushing them into her chest. I could feel her nipples tighten against my palms.

  I was suddenly in dire need. Isa sat up briefly and removed her shirt and then her bra, far more swiftly than I could of. I took off my shirt as well, and before she lay back down, I placed my own under where she would lay. I wasn't a particularly chivalrous man, but I truly loved my sister, and I wanted her to be comfortable, warm, and safe. She lay back on it and let herself be exposed to me. I lifted her skirt once more and gently slid her panties off, watching her face while I did so.

  For the first time, I caught her scent. I know that some women are nervous about such things, but I've never found it anything but alluring. And Isa's scent has always had a strong effect on me. I looked at her neat, trimmed pussy, and then leaned into it. I'd had some experience at this, after all.

  I was earnest, and maybe a little bit wild, but I had some skill. I kissed her inner thigh, and then nipped it playfully. She groaned, and I felt her hands moving through my hair, nails gently scraping my scalp. I licked her for the first time, long and slow, between her inner lips and on her clitoris. Perhaps it was a bit too direct, but she was so sensitive. Her back arched and her hands tried to firmly push my face directly into her. I resisted, but only so I could kiss and lick her further. I felt a rush of warm liquid on my face, and she gasped, crying out far too loudly. I knew that she had cum, and I gripped her thighs from the outside, holding her down as I kept her orgasm going. I drew it out until I heard her sobbing. I made her tense and cry out again and again. I felt more wet warmth gush over my lips and tongue, several times over.

  Isa never asked me to stop, but eventually, I had to. I needed to be inside her.

  I lifted myself back to my knees, breathing hard. To my surprise, Isa followed. She kissed me, but as she did, she fumbled at my belt and fly, fishing my cock out. I was hard as a rock, of course. She held it in her hand and stroked it, perhaps too harshly. I inhaled sharply, and she instinctively loosened her grip. She was very excited but still was in sync with me, understanding what was taken had to be given. It felt like we were mingling together, our souls joining. Like water flowing from one container into another, mixing, dancing, separating and doing it again.

  Isa leaned back, and our eyes met. She didn't speak, but I knew what she was saying. Her legs parted again for me as I mounted her. I tried to enter her slowly. It was difficult to hold back, but she was so tight. I wondered if she'd ever been penetrated by anything more substantial than her own fingers. I would have felt bad about not fingering her or preparing her better, but I was lost. My mind was as blank as hers.

  We locked eyes as I slowly slipped inside of her. She was so amazingly wet. I groaned. I wanted to tell her that she felt amazing. I wanted to tell her that I loved her. I was incapable of speech. I was inside my sister, and I had never felt more amazingly complete as I did at that moment. I would spend many years thinking of this moment as I was alone, pleasuring myself to the thought of this beautiful girl giving herself up utterly to me.

  Finally, I bottomed out in her. She rolled her hips against me, grinding for more, begging me to fuck her. I did, thrusting hard and fast. This wasn't the way an experienced lover was supposed to take a virgin, but both of us were drowning in desire for one another, all of the things we'd been holding back from one another coming to the surface. She met me with each stroke, panting, as I kissed her neck and nipped her earlobes. She pulled my face to hers with both of her hands as we locked eyes again. I was treated to the sight of her eyes rolling back as she came yet again. How incredible was this girl who I loved? What could I do to keep her?

  "Cum," she said, suddenly, her voice an exhalation of desire. "Cum for me, Reuben."

  "But," I said, knowing what the risks were.

  "Do it," she said, less order than a pleading desire. "Fuck me and fill me and make me yours."

  That was the most erotic thing that anyone had ever said to me, and it was all it took to push me over the edge. I came, filling my sister's pussy and doubtless her womb as well. It was a miracle that she did not become pregnant. I'm sure that I wanted her to be, at that moment, regardless of the consequences to both of us. In the end, I lay upon her, spent, and she held on to me, sobbing softly into my chest. They were tears of joy. It was the most intense experience of my life.

  We dressed each other before we returned to the house. This time we were relaxed and giggling and touching each other with the intimacy of practiced lovers. Thank god no one saw us returning that day. They would have known we were in love.

  * *

  The trip went about as you would expect, except for one detail. It was Isa's idea, but I went along with it happily. She bleached her hair blonde and dressed a little more provocatively than usual. Then, when we met up with my friends, she introduced herself as my girlfriend. My friends knew that I had a sister, but they had never seen her. Isa could do a lot with makeup and contacts.

  It was stupid. If the bodyguards had told anyone, we would have been in more trouble, than our hormone-addled minds could fathom. Instead, it worked out. Two other guys arrived with their girlfriends, as they had planned from the start, and the other two just kind of slept around as we traveled. We had a good trip, some drinking, less than you'd expect, and a lot of hiking and sightseeing.

  Isa and I fucked like rabbits every night, naturally. The frequency and volume of her noises became something of a running joke, but we didn't stop. We were far too much in love for that.

  It wasn't long after we got back that we started college. We ended up going to the same Ivy League school, and we were together as often as we safely could be. It went well until we came home for the summer after my Sophomore year.

  That was when, in a fit of responsibility, I decided that I needed to learn more about the business if Father really expected me to have a hand in running it. I did my fumbling investigations, and soon, without much effort at all, I had found all manner of horrors.

  Then came my the fallout from my confrontation with Father, and my bitter departure from the family home. The rest was history.

  * * *

  Truth

  * * *

  I didn't go to Isa right away. I held on to what I knew and what I suspected for a night. The next morning Sarah was well enough to join us for breakfast. She was walking around, and Isa was watching over her like a mother hen.

  "Reuben," Isa said after making sure Sarah was comfortable and sitting down, "I want to do something, and you won't like it."

  "But you're going to do it anyway, right?"

  "Yes. I've put it off too long. The doctor says that Sarah is well enough to travel, so I'm going with her to meet her parents."

  I looked at Isa and then Sarah, who was blushing furiously. How someone could be that good in bed and still be embarrassed was beyond me, but it was cute on her.

  "Really," I said, "and...you guys aren't worried?"

  "I am," Sarah said, squeezing Isa's hand and looking at her, "but they can either accept us together or lose me from their lives. I don't want to hide. You can come too if you want, Rueben."

  I chuckled at the mental image of Sarah introducing her decadent, wealthy twin lovers to her conservative parents. That would be something to see.

  "No," I said, "I think it's better if it's just you and Isa. It makes sense to me. How are you doing security?"

  "Secrecy," Rachel said, sitting down at the table with us. Isa raised her eyebrow but said nothing. Rachel had always been 'allowed' to eat with us, but typically she would work out early and eat on her own. "Nothing communicated over electronics. The...the malware might be gone but no sense taking any chances. I've got people I trust going with them. You're still only going for two nights, right?"

>   "Right," Isa said.

  "You can take Rachel with you," I noted, knowing that despite everything else that had happened, she could be trusted with all of our lives.

  "No," Isa said, shaking her head, "I thought about it, but I'd rather she be close to you. I'll sleep better. I'm happy that she's moving into the house."

  We shared a brief smile, and I felt closer to Isa than I had in a while. She knew how close I had once been with Rachel, and I believed that it made her happy to see that we were closer again. I decided to wait to explain the rest of what I had found until Isa came back.

  I had other things to learn before then.

  * *

  I waited until Sarah and Isa had left, then I went to see Senga. She was dubious about my request, but after I explained rather firmly to her that it was essential to the survival of the family, she handed over her master key to the house. I guess Isa had 'forgotten' to get me one. Well, that could be fixed later.

  So, with that in hand, I broke into my sister's room. I went through it carefully and as respectfully as possible. Before too long, I found what I was looking for, and a few other things that I wish I hadn't.

  After a few hours, I put things back as close as I could and then gave the key back to Senga. I reviewed some dates in my head, but everything added up. I needed to have a hard conversation with Isa.

  * *

  I greeted Sarah and Isa when they got back. I was pleased to find that after some initial confrontations, Sarah's parents had welcomed their daughter's lover into their house. I'm sure it had been tense at times, but they were both so happy looking. I hated to ruin it.

  I told Isa that I needed to speak to her in private once she settled in. When I asked her to meet me in my room, she assented readily enough, but I could see a tension in how she walked away.

  Within an hour, I heard her softly rapping at my door. I was sitting at a desk on the other side of the room, perusing the notes that I'd made, making sure that I hadn't missed anything. I got up and let her in, then ushered her to a seat next to mine.