“Stop worrying Finny, and stop over-thinking things; once you finish uni, are you coming back to Ledbury?”
Finn shook his head emphatically; the thought of living out the rest of his life buried in the rural heart of Herefordshire, a paradise for expats from London instead felt like a particularly grim form of living death to him. Lara grinned at his expression.
“Neither am I, Finny. Once you graduate you’ll find a job; hopefully it will be in London, or Birmingham, or maybe overseas; whichever it is, I’m coming with you; wherever we go there’ll be no-one who knows who and what we are. As far as I’m concerned, this weekend is the start of a new life for me; I’m no longer Finn Elliot’s little sister, I can’t be, and you can’t think of me that way anymore; now I’m your girlfriend, and one day, when I can figure out how, I’ll be your wife, or as near as we can get. Satisfied?”
Finn’s mind spun and teetered as he tried to catch his mental balance. Somehow, in a couple of well-thought out sentences, Lara had solved their problems, all except the biggest one: mum.
“You forgot one thing, Sissy. What happens when mum finds out and goes fucking fruit-loops at the pair of us? You know what she’s like; she’s going to go Terminator on me, then make you mop up the bloodstains!”
Lara grinned slyly.
“And that, my darling Finny, is where my secret weapon comes in; I know how to back mum off permanently, so long, auf weidersehen, adios muchachos, the end, period!”
Finn looked skeptical.
“Come on then, my spunky little sex-bunny, share, convince me!”
As he said it, something clicked in his head, something Lara had said earlier about their mother, something about what she’d been getting up to. He pulled Lara closer and kissed her on her nose.
“You said something about this earlier, last night, whatever, something about mum, wasn’t it?”
Lara looked up at him, a sprite of mischief dancing in her eyes.
“I said that I doubted mum would have too much to say about what we’re doing, because I know what she’s been up to!”
Finn grinned a little unsurely.
“OK, now you’ve piqued my curiosity, so I’m going to bite; just what exactly has mum been up to?”
Lara pushed Finn until he rolled onto his back, immediately pulling herself closer so she was lying on his chest, her face a couple of inches from his.
“Well, Finny, I left the house a couple of weeks ago to run down to Haley’s place and left mum alone in the house. I got half-way to Haley’s when I realised I’d left a CD I’d promised her back in my room, so I went back to get it. When I got home, the back door was open, so I went in that way instead of using the front door, which was lucky; mum was on the phone in the hallway, talking to Uncle Mike.”
Finn nodded, not seeing any wrong-doing here; Uncle Mike was their mother’s older brother, so what?
Lara paused, her eyes dancing with suppressed glee.
Finn waited, until the suspense got to be too much.
“Well, so what? Get on with it, Lara, or let me up; I need some breakfast!”
Lara smacked him lightly on the chest, more a mild rebuke than any kind of assault.
“I’m coming to it Finny, give a girl a chance to tell the goss, this is really juicy!”
Finn grinned resignedly; when Lara was ready, she’d tell it in her own way, so he contented himself with squeezing and jiggling her bottom while gently scraping a fingernail along her crinkled little rosebud, making her wriggle against him..
“Cut it out, baby, I’m trying to tell you something!” she protested. “Anyway, as I was saying, mum was talking to Uncle Mike, but it was stuff I never thought I’d ever hear her say, ever; she was telling him how much he filled her up, and how sore her pussy was but how much she missed his big cock filling her up, and how she wished she could be with him right there and then so he could fuck her some more, and how she wanted to go there again soon so he could fuck her all weekend, stuff like that!”
Finn was open-mouthed in shock; mum? Uncle Mike? Oh my God! His head whirled as he tried to think of the two of them, his mother and her older brother, naked, doing… it, all weekend long. It was… it was… he didn’t know what it was, but now, his mother’s long weekends away at her brother’s place in Oswestry, her cryptic telephone conversations with Mike, half words and silences, now it all made sense. As he thought about it, the corners of his mouth quirked up; no wonder she’d been in such a good mood lately!
Finn looked up at Lara, her grin mirroring his own.
“The dirty, randy cow!” he grinned, “All that stuff about helping Mike with his business, all that ‘I’m staying over because we have so much to do…’ bullshit, and all the time she’s up there getting parked-up by her brother? Her and Mike, who’d have thought it! I can’t believe it, I talked to her day before yesterday on the phone from Mike’s place, she was telling me to pick some stuff up from the supermarket, and all the time Mike’s hunched over her… oh God, that’s an image I didn’t need! Now we know why he always sounds so fucking hammered, she must be sucking him dry! I suppose that’s one way to make a happy man very old…!”
Lara pealed laughter, partly at the images Finn had conjured up for her, partly at his reaction.
“There, so now you know, so when she gets up on her high-horse about you and me boinking ourselves comatose, there’s the perfect counter-strike right there!”
Finn slid his hand down to gently cup her pussy as his other hand squeezed and fondled her firm little bum-cheeks.
“Speaking of boinking…!” he grinned, watching Lara as she grinned and slid up along him, turning slightly so she was now lying on top of him. Her lips caught his as her hand snaked down between them to hold and squeeze his rapidly erecting cock, and they kissed deeply, his fingers rubbing and caressing her pussy as her fingers encircled and squeezed his cock, jerking him to full hardness.
“What are you doing, you bad girl?” grinned Finn, “Don’t you know what happens to bad girls who do nasty things like that?”
Lara paused what she was doing, leaning up to look into her brother’s eyes, and deliberately squeezed and rubbed him even harder.
“Do they get their poochie’s filled-up with their brother boyfriend’s nasty, runny, sticky spunk?” she lisped, rubbing her stiff nipples across his chest. That did it for Finn; in one swift motion he rolled over, pinning her under him, holding her taut little bum cheeks as he slid between her thighs. Lara gasped as his thick cock hot-dogged her pussy lips, scraping gently across her clitoris and making sharp little zings of pleasure zip through her.
“Oh Finny, that’s so nice, do that again!” she husked, so he obliged, gently sawing his cock back and forth across her swelling pussy.
Lara closed her eyes as he stimulated her clitoris with his cock, never once penetrating her, just frotting her perfectly. It was having its effect on him too; the sight of his gorgeous sister writhing naked underneath him, the heat and damp of her eager pussy sliding along the length of his cock, her soft gasping mewing sounds as she rubbed against his hardness, all these were trying to make him come, hard.
As he sawed back and forth, the hard bead of her clitoris rubbed against him, both of them gasping at the heightened sensation. It took all his will-power to hold back from just ramming himself into his sister’s tight pussy and fucking her senseless.
Lara began to push more determinedly against him, rubbing herself against him as he rubbed against her, her eyes tight shut as she humped enthusiastically against him. Finally, she reached up, pulling Finn down to her, and as their lips met, she came in a rush of sweet-scented fluids, bathing Finn’s cock and balls in her aromatic ejaculate.
That was too much for Finn, his hoarse shout of bliss mingling with her muted scream as orgasm overtook them both. Something convulsed deep inside him as a jet of semen burst from him to coat Lara’s belly with a glaze of hot, creamy spunk, spurt after spurt pumping from him to paint her belly and pool in the dimple of her navel. Lara held and squeezed his cock, directing the spurts of semen, finally letting him go as he sank down beside her, a contented look on both their faces.
They turned to each other for a final kiss, Finn holding her to him as he once more kissed her the best way he knew how. When he let her go, Lara rolled onto her back, a slightly glazed expression on her face.
“I never knew you could kiss like that, baby, you can’t escape now. You’ll have to keep doing that to me forever!”
Finn rolled on his side to look into her eyes.
“OK, it’s a deal, only…”
“What, what is it Finny?” asked a suddenly apprehensive Lara.
Finn grinned.
“Don’t ask me to do that again right now, I’m nearly dead here, so please, please, can we go to breakfast, I need food!”
*
After a quick shower, they dressed, a little more conservatively this time; Finn in jeans and a polo shirt, and Lara in a tank top and tight shorts and a pair of gladiator sandals. As they were leaving the room, Lara grinned and pulled down her shorts at the back to show Finn she wasn’t wearing any panties.
“Why the commando, Sissy, were you expecting any action at breakfast?” grinned Finn. Lara thumped him on his upper arm.
“No Finny, unless, of course, the mood takes you and just you can’t resist me; just don’t forget why I brought you here, though; this isn’t a weekend mixer, you know; this is an advanced, intensive course in how to rampantly shag your little sister, only, I guess I’m not your sister anymore, am I? In any case, what we’ve done so far is just the entree; I expect the main course later, stud-boy!”
Finn grinned at her forthrightness.
“Just what are you expecting then, fiancee of mine?”
Lara smiled back, her eyes sparkling at hearing what Finn had called her, pulling her tank-top tight so her nipples stuck out at him.
“Thank you for that, Sweetie! And today, surprise me, baby! All I want is earth-shaking, bed-breaking, window-rattling, monkey-fucking; I want to make noises only bats can hear, and I want to shift this place off its foundations, so put that inventive, dirty, over-sexed little mind of yours to work on it, stud-muffin. I expect to be hyper-fucked today! Just remember, I didn’t bring you here to admire the bloody decor!”
Finn pulled her close and kissed her as he pushed her shorts down to the tops of her thighs, allowing him to fondle her firm, rounded little rump, squeezing and gently pulling apart the satiny globes, making her gasp as she kissed him back.
“I’ve got all the scenery I need right here! Love you Sissy!”
Lara ground gently against him as her hands slid inside his shirt to caress and squeeze his solid back muscles.
“And I love you too, Finny, never forget that; this weekend was supposed to make you mine, but you should know one thing; I was always yours…” she murmured into his neck as she nuzzled him.