Chapter 3: The plot thickens

Christmas came and went and with it the usual aggravation of visiting relatives and receiving relatives day in and day out. By Saturday, not only was I exhausted but Ashley had distanced herself from me which made me edgy. At around four o'clock my aunt and uncle along with their three children, who had me convinced were the spawn of Satan himself, were finally pushed out the door. My parents wearily trudged back into the kitchen to clean up what looked like a disaster zone. Ashley and I picked up the living room where wrapping paper had been strewn around by the devil children. When we finished I collected the gifts I had been given and headed for my room. One thing that could be said for my aunt and uncle was that they were generous. I received about two hundred dollars worth of gift cards, a computer game, and two DVDs so I couldn't really complain. I dumped my swag into a good sized pile along with the other gifts I had gotten throughout the week, onto my bed and started going through them. They had been the last relatives we had to see so I was quite relieved to just lie down and not have to talk to anyone. I lay on my bed and mindlessly picked through the gifts, sorting them into some kind of order as Ashley flounced into the room. I barely noticed her until she sat on the bed next to me, her perfume almost overwhelming my senses. She was wearing jeans and a spaghetti-strap tube top, her hair was down and neatly tucked behind her ears and shoulders.

"Whatcha doing?" she asked aimlessly picking through my stuff messing up the order I had put them in.

"Nothing. What do you want?"

"Tim," she sighed pinching the bridge of her nose, "I thought you would have gotten it by now."

"Gotten what?" I responded innocently. I knew exactly what she was talking about but I wanted to string it out as long as possible and make her lose interest. I really didn't have the energy for anything that she wanted to do.

"Don't play with me Tim! You're supposed to do what I say anyways." She actually looked like she was getting angry over this.

"Or what, honestly what's to keep me from completely ignoring you, hm? What would happen if you lost your outlet? All your pent up desires, your emotions, your needs, would they just build up until you explode? What would that feel like, sister?" While I was speaking I traced small patterns on her arm with the back of my finger, barely touching her skin. "Oh and I think you'll find that your little friend, the one you threatened me with the other day has gone missing, who knows where it went. Oh yes and all your other toys I'm afraid, have disappeared as well. You should keep better track of them." The look on her face was priceless, a look of absolute horror and disbelief.

"You ... you wouldn't?" she slowly got up and sort of backed up towards the door.

"You might find something under your bed though." I called as she hurried out the door to her room. I got up slowly and wandered out after her. I wanted to see this for myself, the panic on her face as she left my room generated an almost sexual sensation that I wanted to hold onto. I quietly opened her door and closed it behind me and leaned back against it. She was rushing around her room looking in all of the hiding places I had painstakingly found and cleaned out while she was away with her friends a couple nights ago. I was surprised that she hadn't noticed until I told her, she must have been saving herself or something. At the moment she was tearing through her dresser which had, until recently held three, from what I could determine, of her favorites or most used devices. Pieces of clothing were flying across the room in such a way that I had to control myself not to laugh at. A black silk thong flew past and I caught it before it could hit the floor. I thought it strange that I had never noticed she wore thongs, I had only seen her in panties or nothing at all. I leisurely twirled it around my finger and continued to watch Ashley hopelessly search.

"I'm gonna kill you." She hissed, stepping out of her closet where previously there had been four of her toys.

"Did you look under your bed yet?" I asked. She narrowed her eyes at me and slunk over to her bed and looked underneath.

"Oh how kind of you." Her voice dripping sarcasm, she held in her hand a tiny vibrator maybe two inches long. When I came across it I was absolutely stumped at why a girl like her would have such a small device.

"At least it works right?" I said. It shouldn't, I had removed the little plate that carried the electrical charge from the battery. It had taken a bit of doing but it was a grateful distraction from a monotonous week. A small flicker of hope flashed across her eyes as she twisted the bottom hoping for the little device to come to life. It didn't and her face fell.

"You won't get away with this Tim." She said, the rage in her voice becoming more and more apparent.

"Won't I?" I responded innocently. She stood up and in a flash her face was no more than an inch from mine, her large breasts pushing into my chest. I was startled by her speed but quickly recovered, newly acquired confidence from last Friday's events flooding through me. She looked down into my eyes with such utter hate that I was afraid for a second that she would hit me.

"You!" was all she managed to growl.

"What does it feel like Ashley," I whispered into her face, "to have everything taken away and to only have me. Does it turn you on? Does it disgust you? What do you think of your brother now; do you realize how you have changed me?" I stopped babbling after that, I really didn't care; they weren't questions I wanted an answer to. I was just screwing with her head. She only seemed to get angrier anyways. I grinned wickedly and raised my right hand with the silk thong still dangling from my finger. Her brown eyes flicked over and as they did I jammed my left index and middle fingers into her pussy as far as her jeans would let me with such force that she was pushed onto the tips of her toes. She moaned loudly as they sunk in to the first knuckle, her legs buckled and she collapsed to her knees. As my fingers withdrew they came away slightly damp, I smiled and wiped them on her cheek as she knelt there trying to catch her breath. I patted her head and left her room chuckling. Closing her door behind me I made my way back to my room and got on my computer. I opened up AIM and was immediately greeted with the message:

OBane: so how'd it go?

TDonovan: perfectly. You should have seen her face. I replied.

OBane: great!

TDonovan: thanks for the idea. I never would have thought of something like that.

OBane: np. Btw I can't wait to see you tomorrow ;) remember7:30 my house.

TDonovan: don't worry I can't forget about something like that lol

OBane: good, gtg ... I'll be waiting

TDonovan: cya

Lucky for me I finally had a chance to see Oriana tomorrow night when my parents took Ashley to one of her hockey games at least an hour drive away. Now all I had to do was survive until then.

"Aw isn't that sweet." came my sister's voice from directly behind me. My computer is up against the far wall and my back is to the door but I still cursed myself for not seeing this coming. I believe it was only natural to be a little surprised.

"Holy fucking sh... !" was all I managed before she wrenched my head around, pulling me out of my chair and throwing me to the floor in one swift motion. I was pleasantly surprised that my neck wasn't broken even if it felt as though it was. She still had my head clasped between her hands as she crushed out mouths together and forced her tongue down my throat. She lay on top of me pressing herself against me, seemingly trying to form herself to my smaller frame. I struggled for a while but gave up when she showed now sign of being dislodged. I lay still and let her explore the inside of my mouth with her tongue, my hands at my sides. She opened her eyes and looked at me confusion written on her face.

"Why did you sto... ?" she said before I shifted my weight and pushed with all my strength to flip her over and off of me. Her eyes widened as she was rolled over and I followed up taking over her usual position, atop the waist.

"Now I see why you like sitting here." I said looking around as if surveying my domain. "Perhaps I'll stay here all day and just do nothing." I said, stressing the word nothing. She started to struggle but I grasped her wrists and pinned them to the floor with all my weight.

"I've never been in this position before, I hope you're happy." She said, the range of emotions playing across her face telling me that I shouldn't let my guard down even if she had stopped fighting for the moment.

"I am and you have, remember? That first night, you thought you could tie me up and leave me in that condition. Showed you though. And now look what's become of it." I said laughing. She smiled slightly almost as if she didn't want to admit such a thing. A sudden thought struck me out nowhere and I just couldn't help myself but to ask her even if it would just piss her off more.

"Are you jealous?" I asked smirking, leaning down, close to her face.

"What?"

"Are you jealous?" I repeated slowly punctuating each word with a kiss on her stunned mouth.

"T-that's not what this is about!" she stammered, color bleeding into her cheeks.

"Oh my god, you are!" I laughed out loud as I stood up releasing her wrists and sitting on my bed. She just lay where she was only moving to cross her arms under her breasts and turn her head away from me. "This is absolutely priceless." I said wiping tears away from my eyes from laughing so hard.

"Ha ha, so fucking funny you little prick!" she hissed in the direction of the wall.

"What can you possibly be jealous about? Who you are! What you've done!" I said, starting to lose my humorous demeanor when she didn't look at me after what I just said.

"I can see it, that's all. You two being happy right into the fucking grave!" I could too it felt as if Oriana and I were by definition perfect for each other. And even though we had thought about sex as proven by last week's events, I never let it motivate my decisions in any way shape or form and really neither had she.

"What!?"

"Why can't I be happy like that? Why can't I see my own future?" She said sniffling a little. 'A typical teenage statement' I thought to myself, wondering if that's what this was about.

"Come on, you're Ashley freakin' Donovan! You can get any guy you want!"

"Exactly! All they really want to do is fuck me! And it has gotten to be that ... that's only what I want too." She said quietly, sounding more angry than sad.

"Well honestly Ash I don't know what you expect me to do about it." I said softly, scratching my head looking at her prostrate form. Slowly she turned her head to face me. I was stunned, tears streaked her perfect face, her eyes were all red and her lips quivered as though she was about to break down any second. Not since we were young had I seen her like this, in fact the last time I had even seen her cry was when her arm was dislocated during a hockey game about four years ago.

"Change me! Make me different!" she sobbed and somehow launched herself at me from that position, catapulting us over my bed and back onto the floor as she hit me. The breath was knocked from my lungs and my head hurt from where it had hit the wall but she seemed fine. She had pushed her head into my chest and was sobbing gently, her hands grabbing fistfuls of my shirt and pulling them to her face as if trying to hide herself. My legs were now extended under the bed as she curled up into the fetal position on my lap. I hesitated but eventually put my arms around her and gently stroked her hair with one hand and rested my chin on her head. I felt so guilty, about everything that had happened about everything I had done. When I looked back at it I could barely comprehend what had happened between us. Never once had I stopped to consider her or myself, for that matter or the impact it would really have on our lives. It felt as if my whole tiny world had been turned on its head. However it seemed simple what I had to do now.

"What do you want me to do Ashley?" I asked softly, kissing the top of her head.

"I don't know!" she moaned her voice muffled by my shirt, each word punctuated with a sniffle.

"When you do, make sure to tell me and I'll do it. Do you understand that?" I said prying her face away from my chest so I could look into her eyes. She nodded, before tears welled up in her eyes again and she broke down once more. She pressed her face back into my chest and started crying. We remained that way for a long time; my legs became numb and I'm sure the front of my shirt was a mess but I didn't care. Finally she regained control of herself and stopped crying long enough to pull her face away from my chest and look me in the eyes.

"Thank you." She said, tears staining her face. I smiled and wiped her face with a clean portion of my shirt. She moved so she was no longer sitting on me but sitting next to me, and then rested her head against my shoulder. I stretched my legs trying to revive the circulation as I looked at the clock on my nightstand. It was five thirty; we'd spent a good hour and a half sitting there. Dinner wasn't a problem as we had had a large lunch with the relatives, but I was still surprised that our parents hadn't at least checked in on us. A sigh blew into my ear as Ashley brought herself unsteadily to her feet. I followed, holding her arm so she didn't topple over. She turned so she was facing me then drew me into a hug that I thought would break my spine. She held me like that for a long moment before pulling away and heading back to her room and a pillow that would probably receive the same treatment my shirt had seen. When she was gone I shook my head, utterly bemused at what had just occurred.

The rest of the evening passed without Ashley emerging from her room. I became worried towards the time when my parents went to bed and she still hadn't shown herself. I had been watching television and decided to check on her, making my way to her closed door I knocked twice and received no answer. Tentatively I opened the door and peered inside. She was laying on her bed in her pajamas with her headphones screwed into her ears; a magazine lay on her lap as she idly twirled her hair with one hand. She looked up when I opened the door and gave me a little wave, a smile on her face. I returned the gesture and closed the door. Women, I will never understand what goes on in their minds, of that I was certain.

The next day I slept in trying to recover the energy I had spent socializing with the relatives this week. I woke up around ten and spent most of the day lounging about. Ashley finally emerged from her room to consume and enormous lunch and then disappeared again. When the time came for them to leave she came out once more shouldering her huge bag of equipment and holding her stick in her hand. My parents were already in the car so we were alone.

"Wish me luck." She said and touched her cheek with the blade. I grinned and gave her a peck on the cheek. She smiled back at me and headed out the door, it was seven o'clock and right about now Oriana's mother would be leaving for work. I parked myself on the couch and waited, my stomach doing back flips as I agonized until it came time to leave. When seven twenty rolled around I couldn't wait anymore and practically sprinted to my car, almost forgetting my coat. It was the most agonizingly long five minute drive I had ever experienced. Thoughts of my sister crept into my head suddenly as I pulled into her driveway and parked next to Oriana's beat up Volvo. I started having doubts as I rang the doorbell. Of course all of those thoughts were ejected from my mind by the sight that greeted my eyes as the door opened. She was wearing what must have been a 4XL, black t-shirt and nothing else as far as I could tell. The twin mounds of her near perfectly round breasts protruded from her shirt a great deal when she wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples stood out even farther as if trying to breach the fabric.

"Hi." I said tearing my eyes away from her chest.

"Hello," she responded a mischievous grin quirking the corners of her mouth, "come on in." I didn't need to be told twice and slid in past her as she closed the door. I had just barely removed my coat before her arms snaked around my neck and brought us mouth to mouth. Heaven. I nearly collapsed in her arms but managed to keep my feet. Slowly as if afraid to do so, her tongue snuck into my mouth and proceeded to dance with mine. She snuggled in closer to me, trying to meld our bodies together. Her tits squashed into my chest, her nipples I assumed, were painfully hard judging from how they poked into me. Her eyes were closed, her features softening reveling in the moment. Finally she broke away, her arms still around my neck, a pleased smile playing on her lips. She stood for a moment looking into my eyes when she started blushing profusely and shuffling her feet. I grinned and scooped an arm under her legs and lifted her into the air my other arm supporting her across her back in a bridal style carry. She squeaked when she became airborne but otherwise showed no signs of discomfort.

"Destination milady?" I said in a stereotypical British accent.

"Downstairs if you please, James." She laughed, trying and failing to replicate the accent. I chuckled and carried her to the basement door. Without having to ask she removed one of her hands from around my neck and opened the door for me. Going down the stairs wasn't as difficult as I had feared considering how light she was.

I had been here on several occasions, it was a large open space dominated by an entertainment system, a pool table, and a futon that had been opened out into a bed. Unfortunately, however much fun it would have been, the pool table was an antique and not the sturdiest thing in the world so I didn't even bother thinking about that possibility. I lay her down on the futon and she pulled me down with her, I had to twist so I didn't land on top of her. She used the impact of me landing to roll herself gracefully on top of me where she proceeded to plant her face on mine again. I let my hands creep down her back too her ass where I squeezed both of her marvelous cheeks and pull her down into my denim covered crotch in the same movement, my fingers sinking deep into the fleshy spheres. She giggled into my mouth, her bright blue eyes sparkling like twin jewels. No amount of clothing could possibly hope to hide the raging hard-on I had going. It had managed to point itself upwards and she at once started to grind up and down it in a clothed parody of what was to come. Finally she broke away and sat up, her creamy white legs straddling my hips. With a sly grin on her face she gripped the hem of my shirt and worked it up over my head, all the while pushing herself down onto my caged cock. I looked away from her face to where she sat on my dick, the bottom of her shirt had risen up on her thighs and I could see her pussy already looking soaked, moving on my now damp groin. I ran my fingers up her smooth thighs to her shirt where I slowly began to lift it up to the point where I had to sit up a bit to reach. I raised my knees up behind her back in a sort of cradle and completely removed the giant shirt. She shivered slightly as the fabric cleared her sensitive nipples. I lay back again and regarded my prize, a perfectly sculpted image of the feminine form in all of its glory poised atop my waist. The light from the sliding overhead lights illuminating her in just the right places and casting shadows in others, culminating in an image so breathtakingly vivid, it could only have been duplicated in a dream. I cursed myself for not taking the time to appreciate her body the last time it was presented to me.

"Holy shit!" I breathed.

"What?"

"I said, Holy shit. You are beautiful." I repeated still in awe of the sight.

"You haven't already noticed that?" She said desperately trying to retain the straight face she needed to seem serious as her cheeks turned a bright shade of red. I grinned and poked her in the stomach causing her to lose control of her struggling features and break into laughter.

"Seriously Oriana you're perfect." I said my voice serious as serious can be.

"I don't know, I always thought my tits were too big." She said looking down at her voluptuous breasts. She cupped them in both hands and started pushing them around as if trying to adjust them to how she would have wanted them to have been. The image of her doing so sent a jolt through my nervous system that traveled to the only place that could possible appreciate such an activity. It felt as if my cock twitched with enough force to cause whiplash and Oriana certainly noticed sitting full on top of it.