When all the girls had gathered by the doors, they swung open, and the girl Sylvie turned back to once more address all us guys standing there with our mouths hanging open.
“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, Evan and Sylvie bringing up the rear, and the doors clicked shut behind them. Nim looked back and flashed me a warm smile, reassuring me, but I still didn’t feel good about this whole thing; we were here in a huge, rambling house, God knows where, completely at the mercy of God knows who, and now she’d gone off with a bunch of strangers; to say I was uneasy would be to understate things considerably, but it was too late; she’d gone, and I had to trust that she’d be back soon, because I had a bad feeling about this whole thing, and I wasn’t alone in that; from what I could hear around me, most of the other guys weren’t too happy about what had just happened either.
There was nothing I could do about it, and to be honest, Nim hadn’t looked too worried; if anything, she’d looked delighted and excited, so maybe she knew something I didn’t. However, as time passed, I began to get more and more jittery; something was wrong here, very wrong; what kind of hosts split up their guests and disappeared with one half of the; why all the security; and just who were these people anyway? How did Nimmie know people with this kind of wealth? We were just ordinary people, from ordinary backgrounds, and went to ordinary schools; we didn’t have these kind of people in our address books, and this definitely wasn’t the kind of social circle we moved in, so just how did Nim know someone like this ‘Sylvie’ person?
Questions like this occupied my mind while I listened with half an ear to the buzz of conversation going on around me. I had been right; every man here had been brought here by his younger siste; no-one knew anyone else, but all their sisters knew this ‘Sylvie’, if that was even her real name, so just what in the name of all fuck was going on here? I’d just about decided to try and get out of there and find Nimmie when the double doors swung open as noiselessly as before and Sylvie and Robyn entered, but now they looked totally different, oh God yes, but what a difference!
The two girls were dressed in identical outfits of contrasting colours; they were both wearing clinging mini-dresses, Sylvie in what looked like red latex, and Robyn in glossy black, with matching stiletto heels, with their hair in ponytails. They paused for a few seconds, then Sylvie spoke to us, but to be honest, I was too busy ogling those two stunning girls to pay much attention to what she was saying; that, and wondering where the hell Nim had disappeared to…
With an effort, I made myself pay attention; this might be important.
“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!”
I tore my eyes away from Sylvie’s neckline as the girls began filing back into the room and my breath caught in my throat; none of them was wearing anything more than a few scraps of lace, stockings, and high heels; the room was suddenly awash with nearly-naked girls, and then my jaw dropped; Nim, bringing-up the rear, dressed in the scantiest, most revealing garment I’d ever seen; a few strips of frilly lace, white stockings leaving the tops of her perfect, milky thighs bare, and oh no! I could see her nipples all the way across the room! It took a real effort to not stare at them, but when I finally tore my eyes away from her chest, I looked into the face of the most beautiful girl in the room, a golden-haired, green-eyed angel, and she was my sister, and she was almost naked, in a room full of strange men!
She walked up to me, a small smile on her face, her patented Nimmie ‘I just put one over on you’ smile of triumph, but all I could do was stare in disbelief; never, in all my wildest dreams did I ever think I’d see her like this for real, and, I’m ashamed to say, I kind of overreacted. She swayed up to me and stroked my chest lightly, and murmured:
“So, now you know; how do like this, Rowan? It’s all for you, Roly, anything you want!”
I lost it; my beautiful little sister dressed like that, coming on to me, in front of strangers? I yanked my shirt off and bundled it around her, oblivious to her efforts to push me off.
“No, Rowan, don’t, please, what are you doing, I just wanted…!” but I cut her off, basically shouting her down, overbearing her, and glaring at her while I covered up her nakedness. I made myself not listen, because I was mad at her for pulling this stunt, here, in front of strangers; mad at her, and even angrier at myself because I knew then that I wanted her, in the worst possible way, and I couldn’t have her, no matter how much I wanted to hold her, and kiss her quivering lips, and fondle her body, that soft, stunning, perfect body. I knew, if I did that, then we’d be lost, it would be too late, and we’d never be able to fix it…
Somewhere in the background, one of the sisters was telling everyone why they were there, and the part of me that was listening felt a surge of horror, tinged with revulsion; this was some kind of incest club? How the hell did my kid sister know of things like this? Didn’t she know how wrong this was? Oh my God, we were in a room full of brothers and sisters who were here to have sex with each other! I had to get her ou; I couldn’t let this happen; supposing the police got wind of this? It didn’t bear thinking about; all I knew was, I had to get my little sister out of this… this deviants’ paradise, get her somewhere safe, then try and figure out how to get us home again.
Nimmie struggled against me. I could feel her trying to get away. She was crying, and that shocked me too; the last time I’d seen her cry was the day dad walked out, almost nine years earlier, and now here she was, held tightly in the circle of my arms, crying and struggling to get away from me. I let her go, still too confused and angry to understand fully what was going on here, and then the girl Robyn was there, her arm around my baby sister as she led her away, still crying bitterly.
“That could have gone better…” said a soft voice, and I spun around to see the brother (Evan?) looking at me sympathetically.
“I guess it wasn’t exactly what you were expecting, eh?” he murmured, and I nodded, still not trusting myself to speak. Evan lifted an eyebrow as he took my arm.
“Go to her, Rowan. She really needs you now, and you need to try and fix things with her.”
He looked at me closely, and shook his head slightly.
“Look, I understand how this came as a complete shock to you, but you need to look at her, too; all she wants is you. Look at all the trouble she went through to get you here. Don’t tell me that was all just a whim or a prank; I saw you when you both came in, I saw how she looked at you, she’s got you bad, and I can see it’s not one-sided. Help her out now; go to her; that’s what she needs.”
I was still struggling with all this; I wanted her so badly, but I didn’t want to be as open as this, it wasn’t me, and now I’d hurt the most precious thing in my universe. She was crying her heart out, and it was my fault. So I retreated into idiocy, lashing out instead.
“How can you people do this, this is just not right, your sisters…”
I trailed-off in the face of his raised eyebrow.
“Don’t judge us, Rowan; you don’t know enough about us, or who or what we are, to have the right to do that. What we do is what we do, and sometimes we allow others to share that with us. We don’t hurt anyone, and we don’t allow any of our guests to be hurt-in any way. In any way at all. Naomi brought you here because she wanted with you what I have with my two sisters, because she loves you, and she’s in love with you. Now, are you going to make this right with her? Or do I call a car and get you both out of here?”
I nodded, still too embarrassed and confused to speak, but that flare of anger was gone; this was Nim, still my baby sister, and she’d done something I thought was stupid and dangerous, and I was scared for her, and angry with myself for scaring her, not angry with her, never that; I loved her.
Evan took my arm.
“Let’s get you back to your room, and we’ll leave you to sort this out; talk to her, Rowan, try and see what she’s feeling, but if you still want to leave after she’s told you everything, then we’ll sort that out for you; you’re not a prisoner, you’re my guest, in my house, and I only want what’s best for you and Naomi. Let’s go.”