Lara continued to suck and squeeze his cock even as he spurted into her mouth, rolling the sensation on and on for him, extending his orgasm even as she quaked and shuddered with aftershocks as her own gigantic orgasm continued to echo and ricochet inside her.
Lara slumped down on his thighs, completely spent, her heart beating so hard Finn could feel it in the long muscles of his thighs. Finn was almost wiped out; Lara’s weight as she lay on him barely registered as the adrenaline high slowly ebbed, leaving a peaceful lassitude in its place.
Finn realised he was falling asleep, and squeezed Lara’s bottom, the delicious scenery of her vulva and anus still only a few inches from his face. He followed that with a quick lick of her pulsing labia, still dark and swollen from her arousal, hearing her giggle softly.
“That’s nice, baby, do that some more, I like it!” she murmured blurrily, wriggling languorously on him, sleep obviously not far from her either. Finn gently rolled her off him, and grabbing a handful of pillows, swapped ends to lie next to her, spooning her against him. Lara stretched and pulled a pillow under her head, at the same time pulling his arm around her so she could snuggle down against him.
“Don’t let me sleep too long, Finny, I want to play some more!” she yawned, turning it into a giggle as Finn slipped his hand around her waist and down to lightly cup and caress her labia and brush the flat of his hand against her clitoris, calming her and easing her into sleep.
“Just a little while, Sissy, then we can play some more!” he promised, before hugging her closer to him and tugging the bed-covers over her.
*
Sylvie was in a thoughtful mood as she sat at one of the loungers, absently nibbling a slice of cake. Everything about Finn and Lara ticked her own personal set of boxes, but she knew what was at stake; Ev and Bobbi would need to be 100% on the same page. Her lips quirked up at the corners as she remembered Finn’s instinctive gesture, protective and possessive, when Ev had said he wanted to know them better; it was just so sweet, such a welcome, refreshing thing to see here, in this place, where hedonism and relentless sexual abandonment were the name of the game.
She pushed her plate away and stood up. The family needed to talk, this was their future, and it was no time to be making mistakes.
As she made her way back into the private pool, Finn and Lara’s faces were uppermost in her mind. Upon entering, the sound of her brother and sister making love drifted across the pool room, making her smile at the rush of love she felt for both of them.
To occupy herself while they took their pleasure of each other, she collected the wet towels and clothes scattered around while Ev and Bobbi, her brother and sister, but also her husband and wife in every way that counted, made love.
“Syl, how long have you been here?” called Robyn, her voice blurry with the afterglow of orgasm.
“Not too long, baby,” she replied, smiling at Robyn’s own smile.
“Why didn’t you say something hun? You know you’re part of this too, as much as I am, or Ev, why didn’t you come here and join us, baby?”
Sylvie sat down next to her and smoothed her hair, kissing her lightly as Evan nibbled the tips of her fingers.
“You need some time alone with our husband too, baby; what kind of a wife would I be if I came between my husband and our wife?”
Robyn stretched and hugged Sylvie.
“I like being your wife; don’t ever leave me!”
Sylvie grinned as she kissed the tip of her nose.
“Don’t worry, baby, I never will; I love you! I can’t wait to get away from here, just you, Ev and me, our family, together forever. In fact, that’s what I came to talk about.”
Robyn sat upright, pulling her robe tighter around her even as her brother put his arm around her.
“What’s on your mind, Syl?” he asked, concern flitting across his face as Sylvie looked past him at the star-speckled ceiling, gathering her thoughts. Sylvie took both their hands as she started to speak.
“Ev, Bobbi, I just want to go over this one last time, so we know we’re all looking for the same thing. I know we set this whole weekend up just for this, but I have to be certain you’re both completely on-side as well. Ev?”
Evan settled himself and squeezed both their hands as he spoke.
“We’re so close now; when I saw Finn and Lara yesterday I knew; I felt sure they were the ones, more sure than anything I’ve ever felt; except about how I feel about my beautiful wives, of course! Talking to them just confirmed it in my mind, and I think they like what we’re offering them; not the money, though; I got a feeling that didn’t impress them that much, another point in their favour. Bobbi?”
Robyn looked up at him, tears gathering in her eyes.
“I think they’re the ones too; like you, it’s just a gut feeling, but a good one. Finn only wants Lara; I could feel it coming off him in waves, so he’ll do whatever he needs to do to make sure they can stay together. I think we made the right choice, and I think they’ll accept, in fact, I’m sure of it!”
She looked up at her brother, her eyes darkening.
“I just want to leave this, Ev. I want to go away and never think about this life ever again. I want to stand in a supermarket checkout queue and work out what to cook for dinner. I want to sit in the park and talk to the other mothers about pushchairs, and nappy-rash, and teething, and christening robes, and kindergarten, and food fads, all the things mothers do. I want to have my babies with you and Syl, and be a mum, and bring my babies up far away from all this, and nothing else!”
Sylvie gathered her in as she cried, her own eyes brimming as Robyn echoed her own feelings so perfectly. She kissed Robyn gently and looked up at Evan.
“So we’re agreed; they’re the ones, and we do whatever it takes to make sure they accept, yes?”
Evan nodded, taking Robyn from Sylvie’s arms and rocking her gently as he stroked her hair.
“We’re agreed; whatever Finn and Lara ask for, anything they need, whatever it takes for them to be happy here, they get it; anything to keep them sweet. All I want is an end to this, and to spend the rest of my life with the two most beautiful women in the world.”
*
Finn woke with a start, disoriented for a second before his internal map of the world stopped spinning and memory clicked back into gear. His time-sense told him he’d been asleep about an hour, with Lara deliciously naked and warm right next to him.
Her lips were parted, and her head was resting on one of her arms folded behind her, pushing her breasts up and out; she made the perfect picture, artless and overwhelmingly sexy, and Finn couldn’t resist gently kissing and licking the pink nubs crowning those delicious mounds, feeling them grow stiff and firm under his tongue. Lara stirred and murmured, but didn’t awaken, so his wandering hands wandered further abroad.
As his questing fingertips brushed and caressed her gorgeous body, they moved inexorably lower, until his fingers were gently rubbing and lightly pressing against the hood concealing her clitoris, at the very apex of her bare little slit.
Finn grinned to himself as he resumed lightly sucking and licking her nipples while gently circling her clitoris, barely touching her, but enough to register in her sleeping state. As he probed and played, his cock once more rose, stiffening with every passing second as he touched, caressed, kissed and probed her sleeping body, responding as much to the rush of love and desire for her as to the innocent, yet erotic and sexually provocative pose she had unconsciously adopted.
Lara was dreaming about Finn, about him kissing and touching her as they lay in a summer cornfield, his lips tantalizing and teasing her as she closed her eyes, wondering where he was going to kiss and touch her next. She floated through her dream, her attention focussed solely on her darling Finny as he made gentle love to her, touching her only with tentative fingertips and soft lips, covering her in kisses and on the feel of his warm hands as he loved her.
Finally he kissed her lips, his breath soft and fresh as he gently, almost fleetingly brushed her lips with his, and then it was no longer a dream, he was really there, really kissing her, holding her, loving her.
She opened her eyes to see his warm blue eyes a few inches away looking down into hers.
“Hello playmate!” she murmured, smiling as he smiled at her.
“Hello Sleeping Beauty!” he murmured back, “I thought a kiss might wake you up. Are you rested?”