I led him from the room and down to the pantries all we girls had been shown earlier. There were several pantries, all of them long and well-lit, with a line of refrigerators, wine coolers filled with soft drinks, and racks of fresh fruit along one wall, and in the middle of the room those lightweight bistro- type metal tables and matching chairs you sometimes see on the pavement outside restaurants in the summer, with bread-baskets and butter-dishes on each one.
It was also completely deserted, which I thought was odd, but welcome; I wasn’t ready to face any of the others just yet, not after that scene earlier, so Roly sat me down while he filled plates with cold meats, lobster salad, smoked salmon, sliced pork pie (my favourite), dressed crab, crayfish tails in mayonnaise, another of my favourites, bowls of fresh fruit salad, and not forgetting some slices of cake; he had remembered my one vice, what a sweet boy!
While we ate, we talked about what we did next; it was a little strange, sitting there in that brightly lit, deserted room, surrounded by some of the best food I’d ever seen, in a house that was God only knew where, eating ravenously after the best sex in the world, with my brother, no less, but it was a good kind of strange, not weird, just… different. Rowan was his usual attentive self, but now there was a difference; now, instead of bantering, there were long, searching glances, meaningful pauses and silences that spoke volumes, and always, his hands on me, holding me, lightly caressing me, even the act of wiping a spot of mayonnaise from my chin a caress rather than a simple gesture.
The food was delicious, it filled the void, and sitting there in that large, silent room, just Roly and me, it should have felt odd, or intimidating, just the two of us eating alone in that big silent space, but because he was there with me, the emptiness didn’t matter; instead, because he was there with me, it felt intimate and cosy, a special place for just the two of us. Rowan was the only thing in my world right then, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him; his eyes as they darted around my face, his lips, remembering how they’d felt when he kissed me, his hair, for once smooth and sleek instead of his usual unkempt mop, and always his hands dancing gently over me, touching, holding, caressing, reassuring, and all the while I knew that from now on this was how it was always going to be between us.
Gradually I became aware that we’d drifted closer; now, instead of sitting side-by-side we were pressed together, our low-voiced conversation punctuated by his touches and caresses, to be replaced with kisses as his lips brushed my lips, my cheek, my ears, my hair, even my eyelids, soft, fleeting, and tender. Somehow my hand had fallen in his lap, and I could feel that growing bulge there, ready to go wherever I wanted to take it. He seemed quite content to remain where we were, hugging and kissing like two lovers on a park bench, but now it became more serious, and much more urgent, when his hand cupped my breast, and his thumb massaged my nipple, bringing it immediately to life.
As we kissed, I could feel that bulge in his shorts pulsing, waiting for me, and when I squeezed him he groaned gently and pulled me even closer.
“Not here, baby, not like this…” he muttered, then groaned again when I squeezed him even more firmly; now I knew what I wanted; I wanted him, here, now…
“Really, Nim? Are you sure?” he whispered, but now I wanted him so badly it didn’t matter where we were; besides, the whole place fairly rang with emptiness; for all I knew everyone else had gone out to the movies and we were completely alone, and anyway, it didn’t much matter to me where we did this, as long as we did it right there, at that instant!
Roly grinned as I fumbled with the front of his shorts, trying to unhook the buttons and clips, but he solved that for me by just lifting his hips and pushing them down. He was naked underneath and his lovely thick cock once more reared up, hard and shiny, the head already pushing through his foreskin, slick and glossy with his fluids.
I had planned on sucking him first, bringing him to the edge until he didn’t know where he was, but when I stared at that beautiful rod of hot, thick flesh, and scented the rich, male musk of his excitement, all that went out of my head.
Now that I knew what that thing felt like in me, I wanted it again, and without another thought as to where we were, I slid astride him, kissing him frenziedly as he groped and squeezed my bottom, pulling the cheeks apart even as I aimed him, then slowly, wonderfully, slid him back into me, feeling myself split and stretched once more as he filled me completely.
“Oh God, Roly, that’s so good, yes, do that, do that…” I chanted over and over as I rode him, while his lips and tongue caressed and teased my nipples and his hands held my waist and pushed into me when I pushed down against him. I grabbed the seat-back to give myself even more purchase and Rowan responded by sliding his hands up my back to hold my shoulders, pulling himself up against me as I bore down on him.
I don’t know how long we fucked like that. It was a long, timeless moment stretched out infinitely, where only the two of us existed, and our gasps and groans as we fucked each other like crazed beings, pounding away at each other endlessly. I never knew it was possible to be fucked so hard and to feel so good, my darling Roly was showing me what a world of pleasure lay out there, and I felt myself rising higher and higher as we ground and hammered at each other until:
“Oooohhh God, fuck, oooh fuck!” he gasped, his whole body tensing, his muscles suddenly rigid, like he was carved from warm marble, and I actually felt his cock pulse as the spunk rose in him and blasted deep into me, bathing my cervix in delicious heat, HIS heat, from his body. At that, my mind dissolved as my own orgasm bulleted through me, slamming into me like an express train, a huge upwelling of the deepest pleasure, almost lethal in its intensity. I shook and screamed, unable to stop myself as the most intense waves of pleasure I had ever experienced roared and surged in me, over and over, until I thought my heart was about to burst.
Finally, the awful, incredible, awesome intensity passed, leaving me weak and shaken, trembling in reaction, still impaled on my darling brother, his arms holding me against him. My heart was hammering like crazy; even my teeth were buzzing in their sockets and my throat was raw and ragged from the power of my release. Darling Rowan held me tight as I quaked and trembled with the aftershocks whirling through me, and my stomach ached from such a violent, shattering orgasm.
“You’re okay, you’re okay, I’ve got you, it’s alright Nim, you’re okay, relax, baby, that’s it, that’s it…”
I heard him murmuring as if from a long way away, soft, calming, soothing, like I was a small child again and he was making it alright, as he’d always done, and once again I felt that huge, burning surge of love for him; as long as my Roly had me, I was safe!
I slumped against him, suddenly tired beyond belief; now I knew what they meant by ‘dog-tired’; I felt like I’d run a marathon pulling a car behind me. My muscles were actually quivering with exhaustion, and so, with his hands on the small of my back and on the back of my head, gently but firmly holding me to him like a small child, I literally passed-out, past caring where we were, or that I was still impaled on him.