As I ground and humped against him, my body dissolved in an endless fire-cracker string of small, hot little orgasms, each one hotter, more fulfilling, more intense than the one before. Roly knew what I was doing. His breath was like a furnace on my face and neck as we strained and ground together, no longer holding back the least amount of pleasure, all inhibition lost in our sweaty dance, his cock frantically sawing and grinding against my hot pussy, until:
“Oh God, Nim, oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck, FUCK!”!! he bellowed as he came in a massive muscular convulsion, his body rigid while his iron-hard cock pulsed like a fire-hose, blistering-hot jets of spunk spraying from him, spurt after spurt, spattering against my belly and smearing me in a creamy white froth from nipple to labia.
I came with him; the sight of him worshipping me with his body tipped me over, and my teeth clenched as I whimpered in the throes of orgasm, unable to scream in counterpoint to him as huge, irresistible, fiery waves of pleasure tore through me, tearing my senses away and leaving me dazed and ablaze. My head rang with the force of my orgasm, and when I finally opened my eyes, it was to feel my cheeks wet with tears, and my body shaken, weak, and trembling with reaction and aftershock.
Rowan was slumped on his side, eyes closed and fluttering while his chest rose and fell like a bellows, and his skin shone with sweat, glossy and slick. As I admired him, his eyes flicked open, and his slow, sweet smile broke out like sunshine after rain.
“Hey blondie!” he grinned, stroking my hip and waist. “What a mess we made. Look at you!”
I smiled back, and rolled on top of him before he could stop me, squishing sperm everywhere, lubricating me as I slid and slipped all over him, making sure I actually did get it everywhere.
Rowan laughed and tried to slide me off, but I bit my lip and held on grimly as I wriggled even more, coating him as thoroughly as he’d coated me.
“Puss-Cake, you are a dirty, filthy, perverted little harridan, what are you?” he laughed, giving in to my onslaught and wrapping his big hands around my buttocks and kneading them instead. I grinned at the tone of his voice, that playful, resigned note he always got just before he gave in to me.
“I’m your fiancee, remember?” I replied, flicking his nipple with my tongue-tip, something he hates, and smiled as he shuddered.
“How could I forget, Nim-Nim? You look incredibly filthy, you know that? I like it, we should do this more often, the sight of you drenched in spunk makes me want to do things to you, bad things!”
I couldn’t resist a straight line like that, so I batted my lashes and wriggled a little more sensuously against him.
“What’s stopping you… stud?” but he refused to take the bait.
“Nimmie, hot as you are, right now I can’t even raise a weak grin; you’ve emptied me out, my balls feel like Mike Tyson’s speed-bags, and my dick needs a retread; just thinking about another erection fills me with deep dread, so if you want any more rumpy-pumpy, you’re going to have to go solo, I’m out! You cleaned me out, Puss-Cake, you just wrung out the last drops. Just stick a fork in me, I’m done!”
I’d pretty much worked that out already; he was trying hard, but I could see how desperately tired he was, and I wasn’t far behind. However, we needed yet another shower; if we fell asleep like that, in the morning they’d have to use towing-chains to unstick us, so I slapped his backside and chivvied him into the shower for a quick soapy splashdown, then, almost too tired for words, I finally climbed under the covers with him, spooned snugly into him, and that’s all until the morning chime woke us.
Rowan
Waking next to Nimmie was a dream come true; her sleeping face is angelic, sweet and innocent, the pretty child’s face I remember so well now overlain with the woman she’d become, the baby roundness gone and her classic bone-structure there for the world to see. Nimmie truly doesn’t think she’s anything except completely ordinary, but I seriously beg to differ; in my opinion she’s pretty damned perfect, and never more so than when she’s asleep; that’s when her true beauty shows: in the line of her jaw, the height of her cheekbones, the upturned tilt of her perfect little nose, and the sweet arch of her lips, like a child’s drawing of Cupid’s bow.
I could watch Nimmie sleep for hours, each glance finding something new to enthral, enchant, and bewitch me, and while I watched her, I couldn’t help but thrill at the thought that this beautiful, modest girl, who could have any man in his right mind fall at her feet, wanted me the way I wanted her.
As I gazed at her, the soft chimes sounded once again, and Nim stirred, yawning (and she even did that prettily!) before her eyes flickered open, to see me watching her.
“Hellllooo Roleee!” she murmured, her voice still scratchy with sleep, “Hug me, Roly-poly, it’s Monday and we have to go home soon, so give me a hug now, before it’s too late!”
Her voice was suddenly thick with tears, and I gathered her close to me, waiting for the blues to pass, wondering what we were going to do next, and how, and wondering at how fiercely she held on to me; I did know one thing, though; whatever it took, we were staying together; we were a couple now, we belonged together, and that was how it was going to be.
Going forward, it was always going to be Nimmie and me; as far as I was concerned we had no choice now, we’d made the decision and pledged ourselves, no going back now, nor did we want to – or so I thought…
Eventually, her grip on me loosened, and I drew back a little so I could kiss her smile back, but she turned away from me, her face set and solemn.
“No Roly, please… don’t… it’s bad enough that this all has to end in a couple of hours; it’s hard enough already; don’t make it even worse, please…”
The note of finality in her voice, soft as it was, cut me to the heart; she’d obviously given-up and decided that we had no way forward, so it had to stop, no matter what we wanted, or needed, or thought we’d discovered; letting her go now would take away the biggest, deepest part of me, but she was probably right, much as it hurt to admit it; this was all just a fantasy, no matter what we’d promised, hoped, or planned. When it came right down to it, we just had nowhere to go, and she’d seen that before I ever did.
I wanted so much to hold her close, to feel her warm softness once more melting into me, to feel her lips exploring mine, and taste her deepest warmth once again, but it wasn’t to be, it couldn’t be, because the fantasy was over, and reality had to pick-up again from where we’d left it only three nights earlier and a lifetime ago.
We showered alone, one after the other; it seemed better that way, more appropriate for the brother and sister we were once more. Nimmie dressed herself again in the prim outfit she’d worn the day we arrived, and left out the same for me while she packed our bags and collected our things together; the fantasy was over, and the time we’d spent as a couple, the hopes we’d shared and plans we’d hatched, all of it was beginning to feel like a distant dream, slowly receding and going out of focus.
I knew Nim was feeling as miserable as I was, no matter how normal a face she tried to put on for my sake; we’d crossed lines, explored places, and made discoveries that should have defined the rest of our lives, and now we had to let that all go, because there was nowhere to go and no way for us to take it all with us.
It was with heavy hearts that we folded the bedclothes down and packed the last of our belongings, stretching out our last moments together, no matter how much it hurt.
When all was done, and we had no more reason or excuse to linger in that room, our eyes met once more, and we nodded and squared our shoulders. This was it; whatever we’d fantasised about, planned for, dreamed of, it was all gone, it had never really existed, and now it was time for the real world again. It didn’t help that Nim’s eyes were unnaturally bright, or that her face was wooden only with an effort even I could see. It was time to go, and to let this world go forever.
I carried our bags and Nim toted my suit-carrier as we followed her bracelet, but before we reached our destination, Robyn stepped out of an alcove and barred our way, that mischievous smile on her face as she held out her arms, halting our trudge back to where we’d first come in.
“Why so glum, kids? Smile, Nimmie, you have a beautiful smile, let’s see it! I think we need to talk, all of us, so never mind those bags, leave them for now, someone will get them, just come with me. Come on!”
Nimmie looked sideways at me, then back at Robyn, who beckoned us to follow her. Wondering what she wanted, we followed her down a side corridor and into a small, sunlit alcove lined with bookshelves, like a miniature library, with three comfortable-looking armchairs and a small tea-table. Robyn gestured at the chairs.
“Please, sit, and it’s OK, don’t look so worried, no-one’s going to bite you! Relax, people, I only wanted to talk to you before you went off and did something silly!”
Nim and I looked at each other in wary puzzlement, then at Robyn again, who smiled even more cheekily.
“Oh come on, both of you look like your puppy just died! Never play poker for money, either of you, your faces just give everything away! Look, just stop worrying and listen, then, when I’m finished, you can decide whether or not you should be worried. Deal?”
We both nodded, and sat down while Robyn lounged comfortably in the third chair and grinned at us.
“There, that was easy! Now, where shall I start? Perhaps the beginning’s a good place. Firstly, this place, and what ‘Sisterfest’ is all about. Nimmie, Rowan, I know you think this whole weekend has just been about taboo, illicit, nasty-nasty sex, but I assure you, it’s about a whole lot more. Let me give you some background, then I think you’ll understand us better.”
She slipped her shoes off and tucked her feet under herself, to sit comfortably cross-legged in the big armchair.