Chapter 6

Aisling fell under his touch, and he towered over her. He held her blue gaze with his. She was beautiful, she was everything he ever wanted. And then they kissed. It wasn’t rushed like in the field. It was careful, deliberate. They had all the time in the world now.

“Come on,” Nash heard Sandro stand to leave. “Let’s give them some space.”

“I wish we could watch,” he heard Pavla whimper as the door closed.

Nash began pulling off his shirt. He would go slow, enjoy it. But he sure as shit wasn’t going to hold back.

Aisling smiled with absolute delight as she removed her ponytail and peeled off her red sweater. Nash helped it on its way and marvelled at the glorious sight. “My god,” his voice came out as a low growl. Her glasses stayed on. Nash figured she wanted to see what came next.

Aisling giggled, obviously enjoying his engrossment. She was wearing a comfortable looking blue melange bra, which was doing its best to hold her generous bosom together. Aisling was always blessed with absolutely enormous boobs, and Nash was always obsessed with them. He was eager to finally feast on them.

Before he could help himself to them, Aisling pulled him in for another kiss, which induced another round of making out. Nash helped himself to a handful of tit while he enjoyed her wet lips and enterprising tongue.

What surprised him most was the smell. That was something that no piece of porn could even begin to emulate. It wasn’t a scent he could explain. It was just explicitly her. The saccharine scent of Aisling, familiar and yet forbidden, now his. He nuzzled his face in her exposed neck, teased her with kisses until she writhed under him. All the while growing drunk on her aura.

“Get this bra off,” he moaned into her. She sat up slightly, reached back and undid the infernal clasp. The bra fell away and her forbidden fruits lay bare. A sound fell unwittingly from his mouth. He was as hard as granite and the sight of her dark nipples on pale flesh made his cock twitch like a rattlesnake.

Her nipples weren’t one to be outdone by her boobs. They protruded a quarter of an inch from her, and right now, they protruded right into his mouth.

Nash sucked on his sister’s hard nubs, and then he let them go. Let his saliva cool it on the morning breeze. He teased her nipples, kissing them, tonguing them, groping.

“Suck on them,” she pleaded.

“No,” Nash’s voice was barely audible, even to himself.

“Your queen commands you,” the voice came out again. Commanding. Robust. But underneath, a strong hint of raw fucking desire.

Nash consumed her tit, he squeezed it as he sucked, paying equal attention to his two new best friends. Aisling moaned so loud he wondered if one of his other sisters might hear. He didn’t care. He drank in her tit, half hoping milk would just erupt from them so he could take a part of her inside him. He never wanted to leave this supple paradise.

But he was too horny for this, and these jeans were far too confining. He parted reluctantly, just long enough for jeans and underwear to go free. And then his hands were on his sister’s zipper. He looked into her sea-blue eyes for permission.

Her face held a flushness that spread from her cheeks to her breasts. Her breathing was erratic, and when she narrowed her eyes at him and grinned, it was all the permission he needed.

He unzipped Ailsing’s jeans and began pulling them off, revealing inch after inch of forbidden flesh. The world would never understand this union. That’s what he had told her. Well, the world wasn’t here now. And as long as the world was here, he was free to act out his verboten desire.

Aisling was wearing a pair of white panties that matched her milky flesh.

“If I knew we were finally gonna fuck I’d have worn the good lacy stuff.” she laughed.

“I prefer these, look how wet you are!” he smiled and indicated to her crotch. A large wet spot burned through her only remaining garment.

“That’s embarrassing,” she jokingly complained.

“No, it’s ego-satiating. And probably delicious.”

“What?” But Nash was already diving straight in. He held his sister’s panties to the side and ran his tongue along her misty slit.

It was less about the taste and more the raw sexual deviancy of the act, but they both shivered in delight.

“Yeah, I think I like this particular brand,” he joked. He tried to take off her panties, and when that was taking too long, he bit a hole in its dampness and tore the damn thing off.

For the first time, he gazed properly on his sister’s exposed slit. As far as he was concerned, she was perfect in every way, and her vagina was no different. He tried to plant every curve and twist of her clit and labia into his memory. But his lover was growing impatient.

He lowered himself and began his feast. Starters, to begin with. A teasing frolic of her thighs and pubic area. Aisling had shaved her pubes entirely, but the hairs had just begun to grow back. He ran his thumb slowly against them as he ran his tongue over her folds and to rest at her clit.

He didn’t know when this had happened, but her hands were in his hair. She guided him to exactly where she needed, and he began his assault.

Running his tongue along Aisling’s clit as she pulled his hair, moaned, and threshed around was the most fun thing Nash had ever done, and he doubted it would be dethroned anytime soon. He was immediately proved wrong when Aisling’s thrashings graduated to full-blown orgasm. Accompanying the shriek of coarse pleasure was a torrent of mist as Aisling squirted all over his face. If he liked her taste, he was covered in it now. If he liked her smell, it was his now, too.

It took Aisling a minute to recover from her first peak with Nash, and he spent that minute just enjoying watching her. The rise and fall of her chest and she breathed deeply. The layer of sweat and ejaculate that covered her glorious form.

“Do you want me to do you?” Aisling squeezed the hand that was in hers when she regained the ability to speak.

“No. Now we fuck. I need you now.” Nash knew he wasn’t going to last long. The whole business of kissing, foreplay and eating her out had driven him to the edge already. But his mind was clouded by carnality and he wanted nothing more than to be inside her.

“That’s the first time I’m seeing it,” Aisling cooed as Nash rubbed his cock along her entrance. ‘I’ll get a better look later, just stick it in.” Nash found heaven between his sister’s legs. Her immense slickness eased him in gently and her tight fold parted and gripped him with warm tautness that instantly took him to the edge. Nash hilted himself all the way inside his sister, her legs wrapped tight around him as they moaned and panted like animals.

Nash’s load was right on the edge, and he knew the slightest bit of stimulation would throw him over. He took a second to appreciate the moment. He ran his hands up her thighs, enjoyed the feel of her diamond nipples on his chest. He looked into her eyes, and took her glasses.

“No. I want to see,” she sighed.

“Don’t see. Feel.” Nash lowered himself and claimed her warm mouth one more time with his. The action drove him half an inch further into her, and that was all he needed.

He grunted into her mouth with the ferocity of a bear and began unloading a week’s worth of build-up right into Aisling’s wet snatch.

“Don’t pull out,” she begged.

“I have to,” Nash groaned as he did the exact opposite. He left it in its home as he dumped spurt after spurt into it. He left it there for five minutes after as they cooled down in each other’s embrace. And when he finally pulled out, a tidal wave of his seed marked his sin.

Nash would have been fine staying home all day, practising his new hobby with his favourite person in the world. But post-climax brought clarity, which brought responsibility.

They drove down to the clinic (Nash had enough of his bike for a while) and got Aisling the morning after pill. They stocked up on condoms and lube.

Nash and Aisling were not fools. They knew that even if they wanted a kid in the future, it was a bad idea. That was the whole point of this, of Ailsings game of hints and worry and D&D. They wouldn’t be boyfriend and girlfriend. They wouldn’t ever be husband or wife, father and mother. They would always just be siblings. Nash and Aisling. They’ll have their fun while they needed it and then they’d each find their own way.