Rowan nipped me once more, sending another little bolt of pleasure zipping through me, and smiled that lovely, open innocent smile of his.
“Me Tarzan, you Jane; Jane in Tarzan cave, now Jane belong Tarzan!” he growled, before launching a surprise and unfair tickling attack on me. My brother has known all my ticklish spots for years, and try as I might, no matter how much I squealed and squirmed, he tickled me mercilessly, rolling around with my until somehow I ended up on top of him, with his cock fat and hard and pressed in my tummy as it lay sandwiched between us.
“Now look what you’ve done, Nim-Nim!” he murmured, looking sternly at me. “Now you have to pay the price…”
I grinned triumphantly at him; I knew exactly what I was going to do to pay him back. I slid a little further up his chest, daring him to bite my nipples again, because they needed some attention now, and as he lifted his head to suck on my suddenly available nipple, quick as lightning I ducked away and stuck my tongue in his ear, the one thing in the word that makes his blood run cold. I actually saw the gooseflesh pop-up along his arms as he hooted, and that’s when I wrapped my legs around him and slid my pussy onto his cock, burying him inside me in one swift move.
Poor Rowan’s eyes nearly bugged-out as he slipped into me and I squeezed him, but his expression quickly changed as he pulled back, took hold of my cheeks, and rammed himself into me again, making me cry out with the sheer pleasure of his invasion. Something about the location must have gotten to him, because his cock was like iron, and as it pounded and bludgeoned its way inside me, it felt savage, primitive, as rough and raw as our surroundings seemed to be.
I was climaxing almost continually with the relentless rogering he was giving me, orgasm after orgasm chasing and spinning inside me until I thought I was going to explode from sheer delight.
Alas, even a powerhouse like Rowan couldn’t keep up that pace, and when I felt him shortening his stroke, I knew the end was coming, but what an ending! My head was full of what we were doing, what I was doing, and who I was doing it with, with the feel of his hot, sweat-slick body plastered to mine as he rammed himself into me.
The sound of his breathing, magnified by the walls of the cave, morphed into a growling roar as he came like lightning, like lava and spring torrents inside me, filling me with himself once again. I came in a great rushing roar as I felt him lurch and thicken inside me; the feel of his hot spunk pouring into me from his iron-hard cock made me scream wildly as a burst of pleasure so intense I had no other way to express it detonated inside me, blinding me with the sheer, white-hot intensity of it.
*
I came down gradually, slowly feeling the pressure of the cushioned shelf of rock on my back, of his body pressed to mine, both of us shining with sweat, our breathing magnified by the solid rock walls and ceiling, sounding hoarse and laboured in the closeness of that carved rock chamber.
We floated for long minutes, once again taking in what we’d done, but now there was no lingering trace of guilt when I looked at Rowan, my Roly-Poly, and when I looked in his eyes, all I saw was frank appreciation for me, no hint of guilt or reproach. When I think back on all our days since that fateful day, I see now that that day, and that place, that was where and when we finally became who we are today, Rowan and Naomi, together forever.
Finally, after who knows how long spent in rapt study of each other, Rowan patted me on the bottom.
“I don’t know about you, Nimmie, but I need something to eat; first though, I need a shower, and so do you. Did you spot one anywhere?”
I looked at him like he was simple, and pointed behind me.
“Ro, there’s a whole pool and a waterfall full of nice clean water just there! Last one in is an idiot!”
I stepped through the waterfall, gasping as the cool water hit my heated body, then dived into the pool, hearing the plunge as Rowan dived in right behind me. The water was indeed fresh, and as near as I could tell just a few degrees cooler than body temperature, making it deliciously refreshing, like a tropical sea, rather than a swimming pool. I’d been to Greece one especially hot summer with Jane and her family, to Mikonos, and the waters of the Aegean had felt just like this.
Rowan surfaced right in front of me, tossing his head to flick his hair back out of his eyes, and as he trod water, a stray shaft of sunlight caught him, making his tanned skin glow, catching his hazel eyes and making them shine like agates, and the droplets of water beading his shoulders sparkle like diamonds; he looked like a water god of the ancients, perfectly formed, young, virile, and just beautiful.
“What, what are you staring at?” he smiled, so I leaped on him and pushed him under rather than tell him how he’d mesmerised me. In the water, we both weighed the same, plus I had the element of surprise, so I pushed him under easily, then streaked away across the pool, with him chugging along like a steamboat after me; what he lacked in finesse, he made up for in effort and determination, and I was just reaching for the mossy bank to get away when he slid me back in by my ankles and dunked me in revenge.
When I rose to the surface he was nowhere to be seen. I looked around in a sudden panic, and suddenly his big hands cupped my breasts, tweaking my nipples gently even as his lips grazed my neck and shoulder. I felt the thrill of him all through my body, and I knew that if he kept this up I’d have to drag him into the shallows and ravage him mightily, but I held off; the poor boy was probably starving after all that exertion in the cave, no sense in torturing him, I had plenty of time to do that…
Rowan towed me back to the shallow, and watched from the water as I climbed up the mossy bank, loving the cool softness under the surface of the sun-warmed moss as I walked on it. A large flat rock was bathed in a beam of warm sunlight, and I knelt on it, wringing out my hair.
I suddenly realised Rowan was still in the water, watching me as I curled my feet under me comfortably, enjoying the feel of the warm stone and the heat of the sun as I spread my hair out to dry.
“What are you staring at?” I smiled, and he smiled back, his face lighting up as he did so.
“You look like the little mermaid in Copenhagen, Nim, only much more beautiful.”
I grinned back at him, absurdly pleased at the comparison.
“Flattery will get you everywhere, you lucky man, but I’ve gone one better than the little mermaid; my feet don’t have to feel like I’m walking on knives for me to have you!”
“Lucky you!” he smiled, and heaved himself out of the water and onto the rock in one powerful surge, his wet body gleaming in the bright sunlight bathing the rock.
“Now feed Tarzan, Tarzan hungry, Jane give food, ook ook!”
The picnic basket was stuffed with tasty goodies for the perfect picnic; delicious little pork pies, smoked sausage, sweet Wiltshire ham, a beautiful crumbly Cheshire cheese, soft rolls and butter, bowls of fruit and a container of double cream. A cold-pack inside held two tangy, fizzy fruit drinks. As we ate, I could feel Rowan’s eyes on me, scanning me up and down, until I had to ask him why.
“Are you serious, Nim?” he grinned, “You’re naked and wet; you look like the Lorelei, and I know for dead-sure I’d run my ship on the rocks to get to you!”
I had to smile at such a sweet compliment.
“You’re just saying that ’cause I’m naked and you just did the big naughty with me!” I giggled, then gasped happily as he slid closer and squeezed my bottom as he kissed my nipple.
“But of course, sweet sister fair, whose very name doth mean “My sweet”, O precious maid who doth haunt my dreams and torture my ev’ry woken moment; fain wouldst I do ought to mislead thee, nor tell thee an untruth!” he murmured between stabbing, licking, nipping kisses of my by now erect nipples, flustering me and making me want him in the worst way, so I pinched his nipple, and when he jerked upright, I pushed him back into the pool, punishing him for turning me on so easily.
“Oi, what was that for!!?” he spluttered when he surfaced, so I jumped in and pushed him under again. When I surfaced, he was right behind me, one hand on my bottom, holding me so I was sitting in the water, and his other hand cupping my pussy. He grinned at me, and pulled me closer so he could nibble on my neck, the sensation making me gasp and my nipples go ‘twinggg!’ all over again.
With a naughty grin, he slid his finger into my bottom and wriggled it around, making goosebumps explode all over my body, while with his other hand he slid a teasing finger into my pussy. Now I was being held in place only by his fingers exploring me as he frigged my holes, drawing me close to orgasm then backing away, again and again, teasing and torturing me, paying me back for dunking him.
At last I couldn’t stand it any longer, tearing myself away from him and his magic fingers, to wrap my arms tightly around his neck and push myself onto him, gasping in pleasure as he filled me with his thick cock once again.
It was a like a chapter out of an erotic novel; the most beautiful boy in the world relentlessly pumping himself into me as we floated in a lake in our own private forest. I could tell he was feeling the romance of it as well as the sexually charged atmosphere; we both knew that, given the choice, this was how we’d spend the rest of our lives, in a warm haze of water, sun and dappled shade, lost in our very own perfect moment.
As I realised that, the climax he’d been building inside me with his gentle, considerate fucking of me finally broke inside me, but different this time; now it was like a warm, delicious breeze blowing through me, caressing me and filling me with warm golden light, rather than a hurricane thunderclap.
My arms tightened in a death-grip around my gorgeous big brother’s taut, muscular neck even as my pussy clamped tight around him. Rowan gave a muted groan of release, echoing my own deep groan, as he came inside me once again, his sinewy cock pulsing and twitching as he fired burst after burst of sperm deep inside me. His cock convulsed and throbbed with a life of its own as he emptied himself into me yet again, joining himself to me one more time.