I love dancing with Rys, I’ve been dancing with her since she was seven years old and wanted to learn how to waltz, so mum made us both learn on the basis that everyone needs to know at least one proper, coordinated ballroom dance, and because we’d been dancing together forever I couldn’t surprise her; any off move I made she had a counter, she made it look like it was one of the dance moves, and so we danced and had fun on the dance floor with me trying to catch her out and her returning the favour.
This time was different, though; our whole dancing dynamic had changed; I wasn’t dancing with my sister anymore; now I was dancing with one of the most desirable women in that whole ballroom, and it both unnerved and excited me. Rys could feel something, too, I could tell; the way she moved against me, the slinky way she danced, none of this was anything like our usual turn on the dance floor. When the number finished I made to lead her back to our table but she stopped me.
“No, Mikey; let’s stay here, I want to keep dancing, please?”
Of course I wasn’t going to argue; turn down a chance to dance with such a beautiful girl? I’d need my head examined if I walked away from that, so I took her in my arms again, and surrendered to the music, the moment, and the girl.
Carys pressed herself against me, which was really not what I wanted, seeing as I’d been nursing a stubborn erection, but she just looked up and smiled at me.
“Michael Kershaw you’re a bad man! Good thing you’re so sexy!”
What?
Carys giggled.
“Mikey, I know what this dress is doing to you; you can’t even guess what it’s doing for me, though! I think we’ll leave after the awards ceremony, I think we need to discus something. In the meantime-”
With that she kissed me and not a peck on the cheek either, a full-blown, lip-locked, guy-girl kiss. A white light went off in my head at that kiss; no girl I’d ever kissed before had done that for me, only Carys, only my sister. The couple dancing next to us leaned over and the woman said to me:
“It took you long enough, young man! She’s been waiting for that all night, so go on, kiss her back!”
I was happy to take orders like that, and so, for the next 30 seconds, or three hours, I’m not sure which, Carys and I snogged like teenagers in the middle of the crowd of dancers. Rys ground against me as we kissed, feeling what I had, knowing she was doing that to me, and her smile was cat-like, a little smug, and ready to take it where it wanted to go.
We won one of the innovation awards, for a play-centre and early-learning centre using modular designs in a mix and match format, and one of the design awards, for a single-span river footbridge in Bangkok. I took care to share the credit with my crop of interns, big guns were here and they were always on the lookout for new talent. Our practice had developed quite a name as a training ground for newcomers, so I was pleased, we’d received the recognition I felt we’d earned, and we finally had some awards to go in the bare-looking trophy case I’d bought in a fit of optimism. I put that squarely at the feet of Carys; with her running the business I’d had time to actually follow my profession. Really speaking, the awards were in recognition of her keeping us afloat.
After the flurry of congratulations, and more leers at Rys from some of the more inebriated seniors, we took our leave. I’d booked two rooms at the Cumberland, we still didn’t make enough by an order of magnitude to book a suite at the Dorchester, but when our car collected us, Carys grinned and snuggled against me.
“Mikey, I hope you don’t mind, but I… I sort of changed our booking.”
I looked suspiciously at her.
“What do you mean, Rys, why?”
Carys tapped me on my nose with her fingertip.
“All this… this dress, all the kissing, I… I sort of planned it; Mikey, I can’t do this any longer, I can’t just sit back and pretend nothing’s happening; we’re not just brother and sister, and we’re a damned sight more than best friends, and I’ve been waiting for this opportunity forever! Tonight, you’re staying with me, and every night from now on! Let’s just call this what it is, I love you Mike Kershaw, I always have, marrying Max was me settling for not you, and look what a mess I made of that; finally, now, I get to put it right. You belong to me, Mikey, fuck the ‘brother’ thing, I don’t care, I never have!”
My head was spinning; here was the girl of my dreams telling me everything I’d ever wanted to hear, my heart was bouncing on cloud nine just listening to the passion in her voice, in the truth ringing in every sentence. At last, thank God, at last!
To underline what she’d said, Rys grabbed me and planted her lips smack on mine, and I kissed her back at least as fervently, no holding back, no brotherly reluctance; she was the girl I loved, the one girl I’d always loved, and she was mine, the truth falling from her own lips as she told me everything I’d ever needed to hear. I was literally dancing on air, no girl had ever reached me the way just had, and I knew, no matter what, we were never letting each other go.
We checked into the Cumberland at the top of Park Lane, right opposite the Marble Arch, a lovely, ‘olde-worlde’ Edwardian fantasy, all glowing teak panelling and figured Cararra marble, highly polished brass fitments, and glittering, romantic chandeliers. Carys was entranced by the room, and especially the view of Park Lane and Marble Arch, but we weren’t there to admire the view, at least she wasn’t; from where I was standing the view was all I could wish it to be.
Rys picked up on my attention and smiled seductively, before reaching behind her to unzip. I would have gladly done it, but she had a little show in mind. Carys unzipped and held the front of her dress in her cupped hands while my cock strained at the furiously sexy picture she made.
“Why Mikey, you naughty man, are you watching me take my clothes off?” she purred, and I grinned and nodded happily.
“Oh yeah, definitely!” I croaked.
“We shall have to see about that won’t we?” she smiled, and lifted her hands away. Her dress slithered to the floor revealing her in all her naked glory save for a pair of sheer nude hold-up stockings.
“Oops, silly me!” she purred, “all my clothes fell off!” while I was left to ponder the fact I’d been dancing with her ‘commando’ all night long!
“Well come on, Mikey, don’t you want to say something?” she smiled, but all I could do was husk wordlessly at her perfection; her body was perfect, not a stretch-mark or wrinkle marred her perfect skin, you’d never know she’d given birth to two children, her breasts were perfect, no hint of droop or sag, rather they were the jewels that poets rave about. She looked young, nulliparous, and completely delicious.
“Your turn, Mikey,” she grinned, “don’t leave me stranded here like this!”
I was out of my dinner jacket so fast you’d have thought I was training for the Olympics, but when I was down to my shorts she stopped me.
“No, let me…” she murmured, and when she tugged down my shorts she gave a happy sigh.
“I knew I could feel something interesting when we were dancing!” she chuckled, taking hold of me. I couldn’t help it, but my cock gave a muscular twitch when she held me. Carys smiled naughtily.
“Ooh, Mister Hair-trigger, can’t have you going off all half cocked can we? Let Nurse Carys take the edge off there, that’s a good boy!”
She dropped to her knees and grinned up at me.
“First time Mikey, so we can have more later.”
With that she took me in her mouth, really not the way I had seen this evening ending when I got in the limo this afternoon! Carys sucked me gently, irresistibly, her soft fingers stroking my balls as she brought me on. I was having real difficulty holding back; the girl of my dreams naked as a jaybird on her knees, my cock in her mouth, while she gave me the most exquisite blowjob known to man.
“Uh Rys… please… I’m going to… Rys, please…” I gabbled and instead of backing off she grinned, squeezed my balls, and sucked one last time and that’s all she wrote; I went off like a busted hydrant, coming so hard I nearly flipped inside out. Rys swallowed as fast as I filled her mouth, as I shot what felt like a pint of spunk down her throat. I’d never ejaculated so hard in my life, it actually burned as it forced its way through my cock, the biggest wad of spunk in my life.
I sank to my knees, no strength left in my legs as I slumped down. Rys followed me down and polished me off, licking up the last traces of the torrent of spunk I’d unleashed.
“You taste lovely, Mikey!” she giggled, “It must be all those fruit cocktails I feed you, but now I need you to do the same for me, so when you’re ready… stud…?”
The thought of holding her, exploring that body I’d dreamed from afar for so many years had me stiffening up again almost immediately, something Carys saw immediately.
“Whoa, that was quick, Mister Energizer Bunny, take it easy, we’ve got all night!” She winked lewdly, a broad smile on her face as she blew me a kiss.
“Now love me, Mikey, show me what that sweet-talking mouth of yours can do!”
I could hardly believe I was leading my dream-girl to the bed to make love to her, but I managed it; this was the pinnacle of my life and I hoped to God I didn’t blow it, but Rys seemed confident and on board. Before she slid into the luxurious linen sheets she kissed me, and my head went straight to ‘MAX OVERLOAD!!’ at the sheer power of her kiss. I laid her down and began kissing her, starting with her succulent lips and working my way down to her marvellous breasts. Her nipples were like little thumbs, stiff and sensitive; just the flick of my tongue over one made her groan and shudder, but I wasn’t heading there. Carys had waxed all but the neatest landing-strip of silky hairs, and the feel of them, lush and crisp against my tongue was turning me on like nothing before ever had. As I slipped between her thighs and dabbed at her with my tongue-tip she flowered open, her labia swelling and darkening with her arousal, and her scent, sweet and spicy, like cinnamon and caramel washed over me.