Mountain of Memories

The big oaken table, the one they rarely used except for holidays, was set up and covered in a rich wine-red velvety tablecloth. And what a lush, glorious spread filled it, a feast for all senses: fancy glass bowls filled with Maggie’s homemade strawberry chocolate balls, floating in their chocolate-brandy syrup, colourful clay pouring cups of heavy cream set next to sweet little dishes piled high with raspberries, cherries, and grapes. Dotted in between were the wine glasses, old-fashioned flutes half-full of a sparkling plummy elixir, and several flickering candles in jars of different sizes. The light from the candles and the fire were the only illumination to the room; and the rose petals scattered among the other treats on the table only served to make the scene more romantic.

The best treat, however, was placed the most carefully along with the rest, however. Smoothed out, reclining gloriously against the velvet. Lounging like the kitchen table was where she usually liked to lay about on your average day, looking like the most exotic temptress Rhys had certainly ever imagined. But then again, he was never hard to please when it came to Maggie.

Her hair was shorter, then, coming down to just brush her breasts when wetter than a cat, but curly and springy when dry, it touched her shoulders. Her bare shoulders, where she was lying on her tummy, wearing nothing more than a cream-coloured bikini with three pink roses patterned over each nipple. The bikini top fastened behind her neck and beneath her breasts in a bow, but at the moment, they were shooting the snaps where his sister had planned to untie latter and let the chords hang naturally, then half turn her torso so the weight of her body rested on one elbow, thus allowing her to lie half sideways ... and for one perfect, plump breast to just barely begin to fall from its confines.

His sister was always pleased with their promotional photoshoots. She had praised him for his eye and the incredibly flattering way in which he portrayed her in each ‘scene’ she’d planned. ‘Plus,’ she added, ‘you’re exactly the audience we’re catering to. If you like what you see, they will, too.’ And she’d wink and make him wish they were done with work already, and onto play...

Each photo had been harder to take than the next. Maggie had really been a tease this time, setting up her first photo in the new bikini on their table with a simple, but bold, pose: her feet were bare, one toe pointed, and they were drawn up to her chest, although she’d elongated the leg ending with the pointed toe so she’d have something to reach for.

Rhys captured her like that, all of her, eyes dark and deep looking into the camera, lips wet, from a position lower and closer to the pointed toe. It was off-centre to the table but perfectly centred to her, and an intriguing angle to both the eye and the horny male, since the centre focal point was not only the five roses decorating the fully-exposed bikini bottom, but also the way the creamy fabric hugged those barely-outlined pussy-lips. It also showed that beautiful hugged cleavage off to perfection.

She lay on her back, suspending fruit above her mouth. Rhys caught the sweet red cherry’s point of view, an inch away from her lips. A half-supine twist from behind, covered in rose petals he let drift down over her body, head turned towards the camera with a languid grin.

‘Last one,’ Maggie said now, stretching and smiling, tying her bikini back up. Rhys watched it longingly, making her giggle. ‘This one’s the hardest, so you’d better focus.’ Biting her lip, she gave her brother a long surveying look, amusement sparking in her eyes. ‘Remember ... we only have one chance.’

Rhys closed his eyes and nodded. Oh, god, this was going to be difficult. Maggie lay on her back as he found the angle closest to her head that was also over top and diagonal to her, showing her torso, chin, and mouth perfectly.

‘Ready?’

‘Okay,’ Rhys confirmed. His sister selected the clay pouring cup and held it up, taking a long breath. ‘Okay,’ she repeated, and poured.

He was lucky. Lucky he had a good camera and some experience with action shots. Lucky to get five action shots before and during the first few seconds the cream hit her tongue. Lucky his sister pulled him in by the belt loop, sat up, scooted to the edge of the table, and let him taste the cream in her mouth.

Rhys knew she got to keep the bikini set. He knew why she’d reminded him of this, too, and by the way she was pulling at his belt, he knew Maggie hadn’t forgotten, either.

‘Oh, I need you,’ she said in his ear urgently as he pulled the bottom off her. It was that or rip it, and he knew she’d grown fond of it. His sister had just released his cock from its painful prison. She was right there, he was right there ... barely inches apart...

Maggie guided him. He moaned to feel her touch him. They cried out together when her brother pushed his cock inside her soft, warm cunt. A delicious feeling, the best feeling, especially when her nails digging into the small of his back urged Rhys closer with each thrust.