That one statement changed everything for me; up ’til then, while I’d been more than commonly attracted to him, my plan had been to have him knock me up before he left forever, nothing more; it never once crossed my mind that he’d introduce a game-changer like that, and I’d certainly never imagined for one second he could be feeling anything like what I’d felt for him for so long. I had to know more.
“David Denham,” I said carefully, “I want to be everything to you, surely you must know that, but how can we do that, I’m your sister!”
His serious face brightened, his eyes actually glowing with enthusiasm as he laid out his reasons and arguments.
“No, half-sister, and yes, we’re related, but we have different fathers, that might make a big difference. I thought long and hard about this very issue last night, while you were snoring, and I don’t really see that there is an issue. We have different surnames, we have different parents (well, mostly!), and we’re from different countries, so there’s really nothing to connect us. I’m already a qualified doctor, trained at one of the world’s most prestigious teaching hospitals, so getting licensed to practice in the state of Maine should be a doddle. This house is in your name, so you’ll always have a home and security here, if that’s what you want. I love you, and I intend to be with you forever, wherever. I want you to believe that, because I know I’m in love with you, and I want you to be perfectly happy every day of your life.”
I said nothing, just watched him carefully, giving him what Mom used to call my drill-bit look, the one that goes though you and out the back of your head…
“Why did you buy this house in my name?” I asked him, so he reminded me that when he’d asked me to come to England with him, I’d refused, because Mom and Daddy, all my memories, were here. With Mom and Dad gone, he was the only family I had, and he’d felt it was his duty to make sure I was well taken care of. I continued to listen as he laid out what he’d done, and why.
“I couldn’t think of a way to persuade you to come with me, as you had made it clear you wanted to stay here, so yesterday I decided to stay here, and practice in Maine, rather than be separated half a world away from you. The original deeds for the house are with my solicitor’s in London, to be certain no-one could ever take it from you. As a fallback for you, there’s also $500, 000 in your name in an account in a bank in Boston, it’s been there since I was 18 and gained control of my trust-fund, because you’re the most important person in my world, and you always have been; even when you were an annoying, scraggy brat!”
I made him pay for that, but not before I told him a few things I think he needed to hear, how I felt and what I wanted if we were to have a chance.
“David, I want to be your wife, I want to live with you and grow old together, and most of all I want to make babies with you; I want to go wherever you will be happiest, because if you’re happy, then I’ll be happy. I know I said before that I didn’t want to go to England, but that was before everything changed so much, and I definitely don’t want you to quit your training, not after you’ve come so far! I want you to become the surgeon you want to be, and I only want to be wherever you are, holding you up when you need it, and holding your hand when it gets tough. We’ll be fine, trust me, but I can’t accept your money; your father intended that to be used to ease your life.”
“Nonsense” he retorted, “it was intended to better my life and I can’t think of a better way of living my life than with you in it,” which was exactly what I needed to hear.
“Thank you, Davey” I replied, “and Oh, and one more thing; ‘Scraggy Brat’, eh?” as I nipped his scrotum between my nails, nearly making him jump out of his skin, then kissed him, and whispered in his ear, “Will you marry me, Doctor Man?”
“Oh yes,” he replied “and now I want to seal the deal before you change your mind!”
“Why Doctor Denham, whatever do you mean?” I lisped, giving his rapidly erecting cock a squeeze and rubbing my thumb over the swelling end, which was all it needed to jump up to full stretch.
I began nibbling his lips, his tongue, his ears, while simultaneously sliding my hand up and down his tumescent cock. His hands were busy exploring me, pinching my nipples, lightly squeezing and molding my boobs, feeling-up my ass and tight, puckered little rosebud, and lightly stroking my rapidly swelling pussy. I could only take so much of this, and I knew what I wanted, so I pulled away from him to lie on my back, inviting him, and he accepted, leaning over to kiss me full on my lips, a lingering, lover’s kiss while he groped and stroked my pussy.
“Come here, husband-to-be, and show me how you make babies!” I stage-whispered, and once again, he hovered over me while I manoeuvred his cock into position.
Once I let him know I was ready, he slowly, slowly slid his thick cock into my pussy in one long, slow glide, watching me watching him as we coupled. His cock felt wonderful inside me, even more engorged than ever before, perhaps because he was so turned-on, and we began the old, old rhythm, with me meeting him thrust for thrust, lifting my pelvis off the bed to hump back as him as he pumped into me.
I was loving the whole thing, the look on his face as he fucked me, a pure and delicious mixture of lust, desire, and deep and overpowering love, but I wanted more, something else, something naughty, nasty, taboo, but so hot, and so wonderful too. I clamped down on him, and I have powerful constrictor muscles; I stopped him dead in his tracks, much as I loved the feel of him ramming himself into me like that. The look of hurt surprise morphed into his sweet grin when I grinned at him and tweaked his nose the way he used to do it to me.
“Whoa, there, Tex, this ain’t no rodeo, slow down, I have a surprise for you” I said, giving him what I hoped was a mysterious smile at his querying look, that adorable little line between his eyebrows evident. He slipped out of me, and I raised my hips off the bed, my hands supporting my pelvis as I pointed my pussy (and other things!) at him.
I took hold of his cock, and, with my midsection raised off the bed, guided his cock to bump against my butt-hole, showing him what I wanted.
“Now, Davey” I whispered, and his eyes lit in comprehension as he got what I wanted him to do to me. He jammed that big-boy in there in one long, slow, unbelievably hot push, burying himself deep in my stretched and throbbing ass; I’m sure glad we lived alone in that house, because the way I screamed out in overheated passion-overdrive would have woken the fucking dead, let alone the neighbours!
New as I was to this whole ‘sex’ thing, I knew that this man, doing me like this, was the way I needed it to be for the rest of my life; I knew I loved Davey; I even knew I was deeply in lust with him as well, but now, as he sodomized me so wonderfully, I understood deep in the bone that he and I were both two halves of the same thing; we were destined to be together, and if we never made love ever again, for the rest of our lives, this night here would be enough. I remembered what he’d said, that he wanted me forever, but this night, what we were doing here, this was where we really became one.
Davey could sense that something inside me had changed. One look into my eyes told him that, and it galvanized him; his lovemaking became almost frenzied, sawing his cock into me like he was prepared to do it endlessly, and when he started to bite and lick my nipples, sending even more thrills and electric arcs zipping through me, I came with shattering force, my eyes and ears shutting down with the intensity of my climax. Davey began pounding me even more forcefully, riding my orgasm as I shook and quivered under him, until it was too much even for him, especially when I gently squeezed and massaged his scrotum, milking his seed from him.
With a coughing groan, David shuddered, his body and all his muscles tense as piano wire, while his cock swelled and throbbed inside me, each pulse sending me spinning into yet another burst of pleasure; a small part of me could tell he was flooding my insides with his spunk, and with that I groaned with pleasure as a huge sunburst detonated inside me, taking David with me as we surfed through that tide threatening to swamp us.
The climax passed, leaving only the memory of how he had made me feel, my awestruck mind clanging with something I’d read once, never believed, but now knew to be true; climax that intense could really only be compared to ‘the little death’ of le Petit Mort, and my Davey had taken me there, shown me how it could be, and I wanted more, forever.
Even as I pondered these deep ideas, something so alien to my usual self, I could feel me coming back and coming into focus again, hear and feel my heartbeat, and tremble to the little trills and shudders racing up and down my spine and making my limbs twitch and my tummy flutter. I turned to look at Davey, seeing the slightly stunned expression on his face even as I stroked his chest, feeling the clamor of his racing heart. He smiled at me, that sweet, boyish, mischievous grin I remembered so well from when we were children, and couldn’t resist cracking a joke, just to see him smile again.
“Now I don’t know how those country girls do it in England, but THAT is a good old-fashioned Iowa Ass-Fuck!” I giggled, while he gathered me in and held me close, his grin even bigger.
“Lori Keene, you are a very bad girl… but I like it. Now, may I please have some breakfast?”
Trust David to always have his priorities in the right order…