There were 15 or 16 couples, none of whom seemed to be much older than him. Finn was relieved; at least it was a young crowd, no older fuddy-duddies, although none of them seemed the type to be enthusiastic about spending a weekend solving ‘The Murder At The Vicarage’, or playing at being super-sleuths.
There was a table with bottles of sparkling water and soft drinks in ice buckets, and Finn was just pouring a glass of Pellegrino for Lara when the double-doors at the other end of the long room opened and three people came in. Immediately all talk ceased as everyone focussed on the new arrivals. They were in their early to mid-twenties, two girls and a young man, all three of them grey-eyed and chestnut-haired, with a strong familial resemblance. They had warm, welcoming smiles, and Finn assumed these were their hosts for the weekend, although they looked a little young to be the owners of such a grand and opulent house. One of the girls, who looked to be the older of the two, smiled as her gaze swept the room.
“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, thank you for attending our little gathering, it’s good to see so many of you here; we shall strive to make your weekend a memorable one!”
The way she emphasised the word ‘memorable’ caught Finn’s attention, as though it had special connotations for this particular gathering. He listened as the girl continued.
“You may be wondering why you are here, but by the end of the weekend, all your questions will have been more than satisfactorily answered, of that you can be certain! My name is Sylvie, and this is my younger sister, Robyn, and my older brother Evan; we are your hosts for the weekend, welcome to our home!”
She smiled again, and Finn was taken by just how beautiful she really was, clear-skinned, bright, gold-shot chestnut hair hanging almost to her waist, dove grey eyes, tall and willowy. She had a tight and alluring figure under her rather daring skin-tight white satin jumpsuit, the plunging neckline split almost to where her pubic hair would be visible, and split from ankle to hip on both legs, allowing her long slender legs to be fully on display. But he also realised one thing; she was beautiful, yes, but Lara was gorgeous; even dressed in a simple one-piece shift-dress, she outshone the two beautiful brunettes, or any other girl in the room, there was no question in his mind about that.
While Sylvie was talking, Robyn had been quietly circulating through the crowd, whispering to each of the girls in turn, who nodded and left her partner to go and stand with the others near the double doors the trio had entered through. Robyn approached Lara, and whispered something in her ear, Finn didn’t catch any of it, but Lara smiled and patted him on the arm, smiled brightly at him, and left his side to join the rest of the girls thronging around the double doors.
When all the girls were collected together, Sylvie smiled again and addressed the group of young men left.
“Gentlemen, as you’ve no doubt been made aware, this is a special weekend, and the ladies have made a special effort as regards their… attire for the festivities to come, so if you will excuse them, they will have to leave for a short while, to get ready to look their best for you. Please, there are refreshments, I invite you to help yourselves, we won’t be gone long. Until later, gentlemen!”
With that, the doors swung open, and all the girls filed out behind Robyn, Lara giving Finn a bright smile over her shoulder before disappearing through the door, and Evan and Sylvie bringing up the rear, with the doors clicking shut behind them.
‘Okay, so that wasn’t odd!’ thought Finn, puzzled at the need for the girls to leave en-masse like that, and feeling a vague disquiet about this whole affair. Lara hadn’t once mentioned this bloke she said she was afraid of, in fact she’d rather hurriedly changed the subject when he’d tried to bring it up, visions of cornering the guy and having a big-brotherly chat with him, perhaps giving him a couple of discreet thumps to teach him some manners playing in his head for a few seconds, but Lara had seemed reluctant to talk about it, almost evasive now that they were actually here. Something was funny here, but funny peculiar, not funny ha-ha, and he was definitely feeling out of his depth, confined in a room with a bunch of strangers, in a place God only knew how far from home, with no way to get back there; yep, he was definitely feeling on-edge and off-balance right now.
He poured himself a glass of sparkling water and considered his options; he could leave, but not without Lara, and God knew where she was in this warren right now, or he could stay, wait and see if this whole build-up was part of the ‘Mystery’ they were supposed to solve this weekend, and try and enjoy the mystery as it unreeled. He decided to wait and see; Lara had seemed chipper, unworried, almost smug when she’d disappeared from view, so Finn decided to let the evening bring whatever it did; if things happened he wasn’t happy with, then he’d take steps, but until then, he’d hold his peace.
Time dragged on, and Finn, feeling the pangs of hunger, dug into the sandwiches and canapes provided, managing to have a decent snack while waiting for something, anything to happen. There was precious little conversation; nearly everyone else there seemed to be as uneasy as him, and from the few remarks he overheard, he realised that an inordinate number of the guys there were there with their younger sisters, just like he was, which led him to wonder just what the hell was really going on here.
Just as the tension had risen to almost unbearable levels, the double doors swung back, and Sylvie and Robyn strode through; but what a difference now! Sylvie was dressed in a clinging, red micro-dress, her hair swept over her shoulder, and teetering red stilettos. Robyn was dressed in almost the same outfit, but her dress was a glossy black, almost like PVC or latex, with her long hair caught in a pony-tail tied with a silver band. All eyes were suddenly on the two stunning girls, and when she was sure she had everyone’s undivided attention, Sylvie smiled and stepped forward.
“Gentlemen, I’m sorry to have kept you waiting for so long, you know how it is, sometimes it takes a little extra effort to make that bigger bang! The ladies are waiting to show you their chosen attire for the evening, so, if you please… the ladies!”
On cue, the girls filed back into the room, but what a change; gone were the simple dresses and casual combinations, now they were dressed to thrill, to entice, to attract and distract, and it was working, judging by the sudden in-drawn breaths and open mouths!
None of them were wearing dresses; in fact, most of them were wearing almost nothing, instead bikinis, bustieres, teddies, and corsets were much in evidence. Finn’s mouth fell open as Lara strutted towards him wearing the tiniest black panties he’d ever seen and a brief matching bustiere, to stand in front of him, hands on hips, posing in killer heels and lacy black hold-up stockings.
“This is for you, Finny, do you like it?” she whispered, her nipples clearly visible through the sheer material of the bustiere. She stretched her arms above her head and slowly turned, displaying her perfect bottom, the thin, clinging material of her panties disappearing into the cleft between her buttocks.
Finn stared in lustful astonishment, aware only of her, and the erotic image she portrayed as she posed for him, until the need in his own crotch brought him back to reality. A furnace was now burning below his waist, and he was aware that Lara could see his excitement, but this time he wasn’t ashamed for her to see, to know what he was feeling in her presence. Judging from the low-voiced cries and comments coming from the other men in the room, they were feeling the same thing, as the girls, a galaxy of loveliness, strutted and posed in front of them.
Sylvie spoke again, cutting across the murmurs and giggles now audible in the room.
“Gentlemen, I know you were wondering why you were brought here, to my home, to enjoy this weekend. Each of you was invited at the request of your younger sister, for one reason only; she wanted you to come here, because only here, this weekend, could she tell you what she felt for you, and do the one thing she’s always wanted to do with you. Gentlemen, you are here because your sister wants to fuck you, she wants you to fuck her, and here, in this place, you can do that, with no judgement, no recriminations, no consequences; you are safe here to indulge any fantasies your sister wants to explore with you, to do those things with her she’s longed for you to do.”
She paused to let that sink in, waiting until the murmured comments and exclamations died away before continuing.
“Gentlemen, if you don’t want to do that, if you feel that this is something you can’t do, you are of course at liberty to leave, now; this isn’t a prison, and you are not captives, but if you do leave, I must tell you; you will never be invited to return. I would ask that if you do leave, you never mention this meeting, but I know human nature; however, consider this; you arrived here in blacked-out cars, and you will leave the same way, in order that we protect our location; this is a GPS dead-spot, so your cell-phone GPS apps won’t work here, so really, you can tell anyone you like, anything you like, and it won’t make any difference. Why? Because these things don’t happen, and almost no-one will believe you…”