Haley had a cousin who’d been in a similar situation, so called her up and had a long talk about what she’d done to remedy her own situation. What her cousin told her had shocked Haley deeply, but she also realised that her cousin’s solution was the only way for her friend to get what she wanted, or move her on forever. Haley took some detailed instructions from her cousin, and made some calls, eventually setting up a meeting in a hotel in Ludlow, over the county line in Shropshire, conveniently far from Ledbury, with the people she hoped would be able to help her friend.
A few days after this meeting, Lara received a call inviting her to attend a weekend country-house party, a very special party, at an undisclosed location. There was only one condition; she had to bring her older brother, single attendance was absolutely not permitted. Lara was at first understandably reluctant to go to a mysterious location on an invitation that came out of the blue, but her ears pricked-up when the caller told her that she’d been invited to attend on the recommendation of her friend, and that attending the party could well resolve her problems with her brother.
That immediately decided her, and she agreed to convince her brother to attend with her, the caller ringing-off after telling her the instructions for what to wear, what to bring, and what would be expected of her, would arrive shortly.
Lara waited on tenterhooks until, finally, a package arrived for her; inside was a list of preparations she was to make, what would be expected of her as a condition of attending the party, and a rather opulent invitation, with one peculiar omission; no actual address was given, the invitation was completely anonymous, and couched in terms that provided no information other than that a party was being held, and that she and her brother were invited. Detailed travel arrangements were listed for the pair of them. Her insides quivered at the thought, but also with apprehension. The easy part was over; she’d made her opening gambit, setting her pieces in place, now came the hard part; how to manoeuvre Finn into place on the board and lure him into Checkmate. She had to get that next part exactly right, or it would be Game Over, period. Looking at the invitation, she noted she had a week to confirm their attendance, so the clock was ticking.
Finn was lying on his bed day-dreaming, running his favourite reel from the internal movie that played more or less constantly in his head; the subject Lara. The scene he came back to again and again was the one where she climbed onto his lap, kissed him wildly, and told him “Fuck everyone, fuck what they think, fuck the law; I want you inside me now, rip my knickers off, Finn, I need a good fuck, I want to suck your cock, I want you to lick and fuck my pussy ’til I scream, I want you to stretch my arsehole wide open with that big cock of yours, and I want you to stick your tongue in my arse and make me come, so what are you waiting for, come and do me, now!”
Almost of its own volition, his hand slid the waistband of his rugby shorts down and squeezed the erection that beat and pulsed there, slowly pumping his hand as he thought of the sexual gymnastics he wanted to be indulging in with his gorgeous sister. In his mind’s eye, he watched her black-haired head bob as she sucked his throbbing cock, then shifting to her hair spread out across the pillow as he pounded his seven inches of thick meat into her holes, hearing the small mewing sounds and sighing groans she’d make into his mouth, her plum-red lips sealed to his as he jack-hammered her cunt and pile-drivered her arse making him even harder, driving him on and on. He was miles away, floating in a pleasure zone of his own imaginings, constantly revisiting his favourite fantasy fucks with Lara, editing and inter-cutting the well-remembered scenes into new and more exciting versions as she intruded more and deeper into his daydreams.
“Oh God, Lara, yes, like that, sissy, harder, oh yes, yes, do that!” he murmured, his hand pumping as the dream-Lara fisted his throbbing cock before slipping her plump, pouting lips over the end and taking him down her throat. The image brought him to the brink, and as he teetered there, the image of his cock slipping between her smooth round buttocks and ramming into her tight little anus suddenly filled his mind, the tight, pink little pucker stretching obscenely in a glistening ring around his girth as he slid himself into her.
“Ooooh God, Lara!” he groaned as he came, his cock giving a series of strong, muscular twitches as sperm boiled out of him to splash across his belly and chest in long splatters, pulse after pulse of spunk pooling and splashing as he ejaculated more than he’d ever done before at the thought of fucking Lara hard and spunking-up deep inside her tight arse.
As he subsided with a softly moaned “Lara… Oh God, Lara…” whispering in the room, Lara drew back from his door, her eyes wide at what she’d just seen. She was still a virgin, but she’d seen enough internet porn to know what happened when a man masturbated, and the amount of semen that normally seemed to be produced, and Finn had just blown out an enormous quantity, more than she had thought possible.
While she’d watched, wide-eyed in wonder at what he was doing, and pulsing inside with overjoyed shock as she realised he was thinking of her while he was doing it, and calling her by the pet name she’d had when they were young and still close, another part of her mind entirely was wondering what it would be like to suck that lovely meaty cock she’d just seen. She thrilled at the thought that she might soon get to hold that sculpted flesh, to savour the taste and texture of the spunk he’d pump into her mouth, and wondered whether she’d be able to swallow as much as he’d just pumped out.
The thought that she could finally be getting him to fuck her as well made her tingle with anticipation; Lara was a virgin, yes, but she’d already used various toys on herself in the privacy of her room at university, always with Finn in mind as she pleasured herself, but none of them compared to the wonderfully thick cock she’d just seen, and the thought of Finn shoving that fleshly delight in her for real, wherever he wanted, was definitely making her tingle and throb in all her special places!
She faded back from his door before he opened his eyes and spotted her, grinning happily to herself; he was already wanking over her, so perhaps convincing him to come with her was going to be easier than she’d feared; maybe, just maybe, Finn Elliot wasn’t going to be such a tough nut to crack after all…
*
Finn had just finished dressing after taking a shower when there was a hesitant knock on his door.
“Come in!” he called, and immediately regretted it when Lara opened the door and peeked in.
“Finn, can I talk to you, please? It will only be a minute, I p-promise, I n-need your help!” she stammered nervously, fidgeting and speaking so softly he could barely hear her.
He nodded, perhaps more curtly than he intended, regretting it immediately as he saw the look of apprehension flit across her face. His chest tightened as she stepped into his room wearing a tee-shirt with no bra underneath, to judge by the two points poking up the front of the tee, and tight shorts that made her slender, fabulous legs look like they went on forever. Finn could barely speak through his suddenly dry throat.
“W-what’s the problem, Lara? Sit down, I won’t bite, you know!” he said, trying a little humour, and cursing himself for such a clumsy, lumbering attempt at wit.
Lara smiled fleetingly, and to Finn it was like the sun had come up in his room, just that brief flicker was enough to ramp all his emotions up another notch. Lara sat down on the end of his bed, one leg folded under her, seemingly not noticing they way Finn’s eyes were almost glued to the creamy, supple thigh now so prominently displayed.
“Finny, I need your help; I have to go to this party next weekend, I promised, it’s a weekend house party, and I can’t get out of it. There’s a boy going to be there, he’s been… pestering me at uni, and I heard he’s told all his friends he’s going to fuck me if he has to tie me down to do it, apparently he’s decided I’m a prick-tease and he’s going to teach me a lesson!”
Lara inwardly congratulated herself on slipping-in his own pet name, the one she’d given him when she was small, knowing the associations it would trigger inside him, and make him feel protective toward her.
Finn swelled with anger at the thought of anyone forcing themselves on his Lara; even if he didn’t feel the way he did about her, he’d have been outraged; this was his little sister! With an effort, he forced himself to calm down and wait for whatever else she wanted to tell him. Her using his pet name from when she was small didn’t help, either; it just made her all the more adorable, and he was having enough trouble focussing on her as it was.
“Go on, Sissy, I’m listening. How can I help you? Do you want me to grab this prick and rip his scalp off? I will, if that’s what it takes to teach him no means no!”
Lara looked at him so piteously, so helplessly, all his feelings for her reared-up and bit him in the heart; if she’d asked him right there and then to shove a bunny-tail up his backside and hop naked down the High Street, he’d have done it.
“Finny, I want you to come with me; I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend! With you there, I know that creep will keep his distance! Please say you’ll do it, you’re so big and muscular and just… just so big, all his little wanker friends will get the message as well and just back off. Please say you’ll help me, please, Finny!”
The little break in her voice at the end of her speech was inspired, she had to admit; his slitted eyes and and firm-set jaw, the muscles jumping as he fought to contain his anger at her “plight”, made her heart overflow with love (and lust!) for him; oh my God, he looked ready to fight dragons for her!