Lena was nowhere to be seen, but I could hear her moving around, so I climbed out of bed and stuck my head out the bedroom door. She was busily hanging some light dresses on a rail in the next door bedroom, and grinned at me as she saw me.
“Come on, Dar, have a shower and help me get our stuff ready; we fly out Friday morning, that’s the day after tomorrow, in case you need reminding, so get a move on, slowcoach!”
This from a beautiful naked girl whose bending and stretching as she pulled clothes off the rack and held them up to admire them was playing hob with my libido! I debated whether to just grab her and drag her into my lair, or ambush her in the doorway as she bent over, but common sense won; I definitely needed a long shower, if that smell was anything to go by, and she looked like she had every intention of remaining naked for a while yet, so I had time; also, I was starving; the session last night had knocked us out so completely that thoughts of dinner were far from our minds after we’d collapsed in a heap, so I hurriedly revised my priorities; shower, then food, then Lena…
I dressed quickly and started downstairs, smelling and feeling fresh and desirable, just as my cologne promised, intending to collect Lena and take her out for breakfast so I could seduce her some more, but she was nowhere to be seen; I could hear her, however; she was upstairs somewhere, talking on the phone to Lizzie, making final travel arrangements, so I left her to it and went down to make toast, scramble some eggs, and put the coffee on. She finally joined me just as I finished scrambling the eggs, wearing a diaphanous wrap that showed more than it concealed as it floated around her, and I could feel the demons of desire tugging at me as I watched her float around, the sight of her raising my pulse and temperature, and a couple of other things too! Lena of course knew exactly what she was doing to me; several times I caught that secret, self-satisfied little smirk she gets when things are going her way; she’d done all her packing, now she was ready to play, and she was making sure I was ready too.
We discussed our travel plans over our leisurely breakfast, but my mind was on other things; Lena is the most desirable, and certainly the sexiest girl I’ve ever known, and to have her sitting opposite me, dressed in nothing but a gauzy robe through which I could see frank and appealing glimpses of nipple, the curve of a buttock, and her long, lissom thighs as she crossed her legs or adjusted her robe, was cooking me on a slow simmer. Eventually I couldn’t stand it any longer; Lena dressed like that demanded immediate and thorough attention, and certain parts of me had every intention of attending to her. Lena glanced up from her coffee and saw the look on my face, a small smile flickering on her lips.
“Ready to play, Dar?” she asked softly, and I nodded, offering her my hand.
I led her from the table to the sitting room, and pulled her down onto my lap on the big couch. Lena squirmed around until she was sitting astride me, resting on her knees on the couch. Her lips were in easy reach, and for the next few minutes or eight hours, I forget which, we kissed, her lips hot, hungry and avid. My cock was making itself felt, and Lena shifted several times to accommodate the feel of me bulging up against her labia as we kissed, until she finally reached down and unbuttoned my jeans. She climbed off me and pulled me to my feet so she could tug my jeans down while I pulled off my polo shirt. Once I was undressed, it was a simple matter for me to slide her robe off to once again admire the scenic landscape of my beautiful, naked sister/aunt.
“Hello, Dar, are you there?” she grinned, completely breaking my reverie as I drank her in. I smiled back a little guiltily and pulled her close for a little grope of her spectacular bum by way of apology. Lena ground herself against me as she nibbled my earlobe, two things guaranteed to light up all my circuits, and I responded by groping and squeezing her a little more seriously as I grazed on her neck and shoulder. Lena slowly manoeuvred me backwards until my calves met the couch, whereupon she pushed me lightly, just enough to make me sit down a little abruptly. I kept hold of her glorious bum, though; I loved holding those globes too much to let a little thing like that make me let go of those beauties!
Now I was seated, my face was on level with her crotch, so I gently pulled her closer by her firm cheeks and stuck my tongue out to lick her bare pussy as she came within reach. Lena shivered as I lightly licked her from as far back between her thighs as I could reach to the hood of her clitoris, feeling the little pearl there beginning to tighten and harden as her arousal climbed. Lena ground herself lightly against my mouth as I licked and lapped at her, her hands holding my head as she directed me with subtle pressure towards the places she wanted me to pay attention to. I could feel her getting more and more aroused; her juices were coating my tongue, as I lapped her, and the scent of her arousal was strong and fresh in my nostrils. Now she was sighing and pushing herself harder and harder against me, urging me to take her higher, but there was something I wanted to do first.
I stopped licking her and turned her around, getting a discontented murmur from her, but I knew she’d soon forgive me. Now her lovely backside was in my face, and taking hold of her hips, I buried my face in the cleft between her warn, springy buttocks, my tongue spearing for my target, her soft, spongy, tight little rosebud. Lena gasped as I licked her there, and then pushed back against me as I began licking her pucker, occasionally poking the tip of my tongue into the tight knot of her rosebud to rim her, making her gasp and shudder. I knew she was getting tired standing there like that while I orally assaulted her tender parts, so I pulled her down next to me, turning her on her hands and knees away from me so I could continue eating her, while occasionally running my tongue across her labia from her clitoris to her perineum, making her mutter and murmur as she shivered. When I judged she was ready, I shuffled up behind her, and slid my aching cock into her tight wet pussy. Her groan as I slid into her was all I could have asked for, satisfied and demanding, fulfilled and happy. The angle we were at was perfect for me to penetrate her deeply, my cock rubbing against her G-spot as I ploughed into her while I held and squeezed her firm breasts and stiff, straining nipples. Lena pushed back against me as I pounded into her, both of us straining to please the other as we fucked so deliciously.
I couldn’t last long like this, and neither could my darling Lena. She came with a loud groan, her pussy clamping down tightly around me, the rippling heat enough to set me off, and I came in an explosion of spunk, stream after stream of sperm blasting into her, while I thought my heart would burst from the intensity of my orgasm. Lena was no less affected, her body trembling and shuddering as her orgasm crashed and surged inside her, wave after wave rippling through her, to massage and squeeze my cock embedded deep inside her, milking me of every drop of semen.
I collapsed on the couch next to her, my body completely fucked-out from that head-shattering orgasm; my balls felt like they’d been finely minced, and my cock was just a collection of nerve ending right now, and all I wanted to do was sleep with my genitalia in a bowl of ice water. Lena looked to be in little better shape; her stomach muscles were still quivering and jumping in the aftermath of her massive orgasm, and all she could manage for me was a weak smile before rolling against me and pulling herself in close, followed a few seconds later by the sound of her soft, even breathing as she dozed off. That pretty much set the pattern of the day; it took me about six minutes to pack for our trip, I wasn’t taking any holiday-type clothes as it wasn’t a holiday, mainly tee-shirts, shorts and underwear, lots of SPF50 sun-block, and that was about it. The rest of the day was spent holding Lena, kissing Lena, and making leisurely love to my Lena, with a short interlude for dinner about 7 o’clock. We didn’t go out for dinner this time; instead we raided the fridge; we had an early start so we needed an early night.
We were up with the lark, Lena doing last-minute checks, having last-minute panics and generally frazzling herself. I had the tickets, our passports, gifts for mum and dad, and all the little things Lena had forgotten stashed away in my flight bag, so I was unworried; the day was working just fine from my perspective. Exactly at the time we’d agreed, Lizzie and the kids arrived, ferried by Emma’s husband as she had to work. The two of us retired to another room to escape the hubbub as Lizzie and Lena tried to talk over two excited, noisy kids. The minibus we booked to take us to the airport arrived on time, and so we departed. Aunt Doreen had a spare set of keys; she was going to look in on the place while we were away. The flight itself was uneventful, just over five hours, and we cleared customs with no real problems. The minibus from Paphos airport to Kolossi took about two hours along the tortuous route along the southern coastal roads, but when we arrived in the Sovereign Base Area my excitement knew no bounds; I’d last seen mum and dad nearly two months ago, but it had felt like forever, and I was raring to see them. Lizzie, however, was a bag of nerves, her hand clutching Lena’s so tightly her knuckles stood out stark and white.
We agreed that I’d meet mum and dad first, then Lena, then we’d bring Lizzie and the kids in to meet dad, but it didn’t happen that way; mum was waiting for us outside the small townhouse they’d bought, and as soon as I saw her my chest tightened; now I realised just how much I missed my mum, and I was holding her in a bear-hug possibly even before the minibus had come to a halt; all our plans for an orderly exit went out the window when I saw her, and I scrambled to hold her, hug her, feel her close to me again, all the while gabbling about how much I loved and missed her. Mum was almost the same, nearly incoherent as she held me close, hugging me in a neck-breaker while she kissed me. Lena followed with a much more sedate, but no less loving embrace; she’d last seen mum only a few days before, so she could be afford to be a little less headlong in her greeting, but I could see how glad she was to hold her again.
Then mum saw Lizzie, her eyes widening as she looked at the woman she’d last seen as a teenage girl. Her eyes brimmed all over again as she wordlessly held her arms out to her, a gesture of acceptance and reconciliation that wasn’t lost on Lizzie. As mum hugged her, she looked behind her and gasped when she saw the children smiling shyly at her. Lizzie pulled back slightly to see the expression on mum’s face, and called the children closer.
“Maureen, these are my children, this is Marcus, and this is Allie. Kids, I’d like you to meet… your grandmother…”