Message-ID: <11684eli$9805281506@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: john_dark@anon.nymserver.com Subject: {Losgud}JDR"Closing Up the Cottage B"( MF inc cons )[2/2] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6kiv1o$jbp$1@sparky.wolfe.net> JOHN DARK REPOST The following story is posted for the entertainment of adults. If you are below the age of eighteen or are otherwise forbidden to read electronic erotic fiction in your locality, please delete this message now. The story codes in the subject line are intended to inform readers of possible areas that some might find distasteful, but neither the poster nor the author make any guarantee. You should be aware that the story might raise other matters that you find distasteful. You read at your own risk. 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This work is meant as ADULT entertainment. If the laws where you sit say you're too young to read this, go away and turn yourself in to the thought police. Even thinking about sex is dirty and nasty and will warp your mind forever. Go watch a movie or play a game that ends with a body count in the high four figures. Death and destruction are good clean fun. Copyright (c)1997 losgud. Personal use just fine. Archiving okay. Absolutely NO for-profit use permitted. Reposting without notice is frowned upon. Tampering with the text (rewriting) is illegal. Copyright violations will fall under the jurisdiction of my principality, where the punishment is to discourage repeat offenders. We cut your fucking hands off! ========================= Note: This story is like great sex--a long build-up and then ... and then ... and then ... ! Enjoy! ====================== CLOSING UP THE COTTAGE losgud losgud@hotmail.com Section B Actually, the thought of a long hot soak held great appeal. It'd been a long hard day for all of us, and even my penis was pretty tired. I turned on just the hot tap and started taking off my clothes. It didn't occur to me until I was nearly done that Ria had left her clothes exactly as she'd shed them. They lay on the floor like land-mines. I wasn't about to touch them. Maybe she'd arranged them _just so_ to know if I had. I didn't need to bend down to know how fragrant the panties would be so I didn't. It was enough to see that they were these tiny sheer lacey lavender things that I seriously doubted any woman would wear as _everyday_. I resisted the temptation wholly, except for the old letch between my legs, who certainly rose up for a good long look. I decided that at my imminent and immediate leisure I might start feeling rather sexy. I was working out the logistics of not splashing too obviously when I realized the only washcloth around was Ria's, flung atop the soap unwrung out. The bath, as I shut off the tap, didn't seem inspired to steam the window much less the mirror. I stepped in and it was absolutely tepid. Ria's bath had been no doubt very toasty. Mine hardly had the warmth to make soap work. I sat down in the water and nearly burst into tears. Almost immediately Ria burst through the door. There wasn't any time to grab the washcloth. She paid me no real mind, "Just thought I'd throw your clothes in the wash while dinner's going." She stooped to gather the laundry and I got a very clear view that under her not- very-long t-shirt Ria was barely clad in a pair of panties that did indeed make the pair on the floor look like _everyday wear_. Her hair all tucked into the turban of the towel completed her exotic look. "So yeah and hey thanks for leaving me so much hot water hey okay?" I was feeling pretty cocky having snagged the washcloth. Ria gathered up the bundle, turning back to me as she paused in the doorway, "Looks to me like you're about to make all the hot water you need." I couldn't believe my ears. Then again I couldn't believe my eyes. While I was covered, the washcloth hung down limp from some point in the air as if I was performing some trick of levitation. I stayed in the tub as long as I could stand it, which wasn't long at all. My next dilemma was that in all of the bathroom there was just one very small hand towel. It wasn't even big enough to wrap around my middle. I just sort of held it around the front of me, hovering at the cracked doorway calling, "Hello? hello?" I kept up my cry as I skirted around the room and scooted up the hall to the kitchen, where Ria finally acknowledged that I was talking to her. "Towel? towel?" I cried. "Oh?" she answered. She stayed at the stove and gestured to the back of a chair at the table. "Use mine. Everything else is packed away. Sorry." She made no move to fetch it, leaving it for me to get clear across the kitchen. I sort of danced my way there doing a modified hula. She turned to watch the whole show. "Geez you goof," Ria snickered, "I'm busy with dinner, I'm your sister, and I've seen it all before." I scurried back to the bathroom to the sound of her laughter. The towel was mostly damp, but there was enough dryness for me to finish my business. Actually I found the towel pretty intoxicating, with all its smells of soap and water and clean skin, the fruity scents of shampoo and conditioner. I had the towel over my head rubbing my hair when I encountered a completely different odor. The pheromones went like lightning bolts to my brain. My goodness, so that's what all the splashing had been about! Ria didn't use this towel to just dry off, she used it to mop up! Just as I was contemplating all this Ria was rapping on the door. "What!?" "Are you still alive in there?" The problem was that I was very much alive, and waiting to die down a bit before I came out. "I'm drying off!" "Hate to rush you, but could you hurry? I'm about to pee in my panties." I managed to strap myself down with one end before winding the towel around my waist. "Oh and hey, are my clothes ready?" "They're in the livingroom. But I haven't fired up the drier yet." I was curious. All our clothes from the day were hung on a wooden rack off to the side of the dark hearth. "What?" I cried. "What did you think? Usually I go to the laundromat in town." "I can't sit around in a wet towel all night!" Ria laughed from behind the closed door, "I put some clothes out for you on the bed." She wasn't kidding about it being chilly in the bedroom. I couldn't find the light switch but the bed was easy enough to bump into. I groped and grabbed something that turned out to be a t-shirt of sorts. The neck scooped low and was faced with piping and a trim of lace. But at least it was plenty long, which fast became a factor. The only other item was a delicate pair of panties. While skimpy, they were substantial enough to be worth my wearing. I jumped into them when I heard her in the livingroom. Had to give her credit: she invested in silk. By now my eyes had adjusted to the dim light. I could see that indeed there was nothing else on the bed. It was stripped bare to the mattress. It was a curious feeling, standing there in that cold dark bedroom wearing a pair of my sister's panties. Cross-dressing has never been one of my sexual imperatives, but I have to admit that wearing them felt very nice. By the time I crossed back into the livingroom, I was starting to feel much nicer than I really wanted to. Ria was kneeling in front of the fireplace stuffing it full of wood. I managed to make it to a leaning sort of stance behind the sofa back. "I thought you said there were some _clothes_." "_Sorry_. I'm not prepared for visitors who don't bring their own." "But I feel like a twelve-year-old girl at a slumber party." "So, enjoy the feeling. Like I've said, everything's packed away. I mean, there is a party dress in the closet, but to be honest, it covers up less than that shirt." "How do you know?" I sunk a few more inches behind the couch, "I'm behind the couch and you haven't even looked." "Believe me," she turned a grin my way, "I know what my clothes show." Such as, I wondered, that her shirt had ridden up above the top of her panties a good five inches of bare back. Or that her panties were stretched so taut that when she leaned into the fireplace to light the kindling I could see the fullness of her vulva down to the cleft. "There," she stood up satisfied. "Why don't you drag that coffee table over here in front of the sofa while I go get our plates and stuff. Might as well enjoy the warmth. Have a nice dinner by firelight." I waited for her to pad off into the kitchen before I moved. Fortunately by the time she returned I was in a decent state. Ria delivered forks and bowls of a rather simple but utterly delicious stir-fry served over brown rice. The portions were just perfect. I was far enough away from full that I could have easily eaten another whole bowl. The trade-off was that when the food settled, I didn't have to fall down asleep. As well, Ria had prepared a pair of ample glasses of wine. Instead of napping, I wanted a fill-up on the wine. Ria cleared away the dishes and after a banging of door returned with the bottle. She handed it to me to pour--nudging her glass--for the both of us. The bottle, I visibly shivered, was quite well chilled. "Fresh from the back porch," she answered, "the best nighttime fridge ten or nine months of the year." The evening turned into one of the most pleasant I've had in a long while. We just sat there in front of the fire drinking wine and talking in a way we'd never really gotten to talk before. I quit worrying about the fact that the lightly clad pout of her mound was clearly within my view. The texture and pressure of my panties kept me constantly semi- erect, which had to be just as visible to Ria as she was to me, but if I just didn't think about it my cock stayed within manageable proportions. As the evening drew to a close, I stepped over to put another log on the fire. "You should wear rose-patterned pink silk panties more often," Ria commented to my backside, "you do look terribly cute in them." I whipped around to see her face split by a huge grin. I stuck my tongue out at her, a gesture she returned as she stood up and stretched. That sight was dessert to me. The breasts thrusting out against the shirt from her arching back was very pleasant as was the full view of her panties pulling up into her crotch, but what really took my breath away was the exposure of her slightly rounded tummy. I wanted to lay my head there and use it for a pillow. "Hate to break up the party, but I think it's time for this old gal to turn in. Tomorrow's going to be a _long, hard_ day." After she returned from the bathroom, I went in and peed and used her toothbrush. Stepping away from the fireplace, the rest of the house had gotten downright frigid. When I returned to my seat in the room, Ria was cramming the fireplace full of logs. She had moved the table, and there were pillows and folded sheets and blankets atop it. Then she stood up and poked at my thigh with her toes. "Come on, stand up so I can pull that out into a bed." "Oh, you don't have to go to all that bother. Just a pillow and a blanket and I'll be fine." "I don't think you'll be very comfortable." "Why not?" "Because that won't leave me any room except directly on top of you." Ria must have read my confused look exactly. She glanced at the bedroom door, which had been closed. "You're crazy if you think _I'm_ sleeping in there. No bedding and the furnace is turned off. You're more than welcome to spend the night on a bare mattress in a freezing cold room, but don't you ever tell anyone that it was my idea." With the arrangements thus clarified, I stood up and helped unfold the frame and pull the futon into place, put on the sheets and things. I decided to go pee one more time. When I got back, the only light left in the room was the roaring glow from the hearth. Ria seemed to have gone instantly asleep. I slipped under the covers on the vacant side of the bed. At first I thought there were far too many blankets on, but quickly I realized how right Ria had been. I started getting pretty chilly even there in the bed. Ria was no doubt a bit snugger, having seized the side of the bed facing the fire. She was even turned away from it. I was thinking of sort of slowly scooting over towards her, strictly to pick up some of her warmth. Instead she cuddled up against me. That was just perfect except her hand came to rest along my flank. With the every rise and fall of our breathing, the movement of our bodies seemed to cock the wrist a bit more, eventually threatening to let her hand drop directly over my crotch. After a few minutes I gently lifted the hand up to my shoulder. A few minutes after that Ria stirred slightly, snuggling, nestling up completely against me. In the process, her hand dropped directly in my lap. I couldn't figure out what to do next. My penis is no different from any other--it _likes_ to be touched. I tried altering my breathing in relation to hers, but that didn't do much to keep her hand from lightly brushing against me. And then, after not much longer, I had to quit pretending it was all because of our body motions. Her hand was _rubbing_. I whispered her name but she didn't answer. "Ria," I hissed, "what are you _doing_?" "Mmm, I'm stroking a nice big hard cock, what do you think I'm doing." "I _know_, but what I mean is _what are you_ doing?" "I think it's the same nice big hard cock I've been looking at all day long. What have you been thinking about all day long, hmm?" she rolled my pelvis flat and slid her hand under the elastic. "You've been walking around with quite a hard-on all day long. I call this the original all day long dong. And I want to suck it." "_Ria_, what are you doing?" "What?" she mock pouted, "don't you want me to put your stiff penis in my warm, wet mouth? Think how luscious my tongue is." Ria sort of twisted and turned and sat up, legs tucked under, leaning my way. The warm length of her thigh pressed against me from midway of mine on up past my waist. My panties joined the crowd of covers in retreating past my knees. She leaned and caressed the full blown length of the shaft with both hands, fingers lingering with a spidery dance atop the crown. "Your lips," she downright cooed, "say _no! no!_, but they're really not very good liars, are they?" That said, she dropped down upon me with her mouth. She went to town so bad so fast I thought she wanted to bring me off within seconds. My sperm were safely buckled into their fleet of rockets when she stopped cold. What came out of my mouth was not a very brotherly groan. "Did you think _this_ wouldn't have an effect on me all day long? I _thought_ about you while I was taking my bath. Mmm, to be honest, I thought about you _twice_." "I had, uh, kind of guessed that." "Was I . . . _loud_?" she sat astride me, rubbing her silky crotch up and down my shaft. "There was a lot of splashing, but really, it was, uh, the towel. I _smelled_ you on it." "So did I. And I was hoping you would. Say," she started sliding her way up my torso, "you haven't told me how _I_ look in my panties." "Well, there's not really a lot there to discuss." "Maybe you just need a closer look," she growled. With that she inched over my arms. Her pussy lips were so flushed the narrow strip of silk couldn't wholly contain them. I snapped from the sensory overload. I couldn't maintain the facade that I was having a slumber party with my sister. It _was_ my sister and it was the start of one hell of a _party_, but we were fast heading to the opposite end of the spectrum from anything to do with slumber. "Do you like my pretty cunt?" "Ohh, Ria. _So-o-o-o_ good." Not only was the fabric so sheer, but wet as it was it went nearly transparent. Whenever Ria shifted her hips I could hear the squishiness of her. My brain was going crazy over the swelling smell of her sex. As she lowered herself more I lifted my head and let my tongue come out to make introductions. I could nearly touch her and I could certainly taste her. I don't know if they tied at the sides or if Ria just ripped them at the seams. The result being that the panties came off. And dropped right down on my face. For the brief instant before she slithered them off away I experienced first-hand the shroud of the Man Who Died the Happiest. And then the curtain was lifted. "Oh _god_, Ria, your cunt is _so_ beautiful!" I could think of no greater honor than having my sister lower her love down upon me for a long sticky kiss. "Ohhhh, yeaaa. Lick your little sister's slit. Mmmm, don't you love her creamy little pussy? Oooh yea, suck her clit! oh god yea, make her come all over your face." One thing I've learned in life is how to follow directions. Ria ground her hips down, thighs squeezing my head while her pussy humped my face. She gave a scream they probably heard way down back in town. My face was awash in her delicious nectar when she lifted herself off me. I reached up and grabbed her hips, my fingers fondling the firm flesh of her behind, and pulled her back down. It was just such a lovely sight, Ria's sex full in the bloom of arousal. I wanted to kiss it again. And I did, deep French, full on the lips, lingering long, lips parted, my tongue spelling out the vocabulary. Much quicker than I expected I felt the roils of thunder roar up her thighs. Ria had one of the most cataclysmic orgasms I've ever witnessed. While she recovered, I covered her cunt with the lightest of kisses, our lips like the wings of butterflies brushing. Ria raised up and slid down, twisting our legs into a knot of crotches humping thighs. She leaned down and seized my head and began kissing wide circles around my face. After awhile, my tongue got sort of scared of her tongue. Then she grabbed ahold of me full, dragging me on top of her as she rolled onto her back. Her legs were wide and our parts were touching anyway. Ria had recovered her voice to just above a pant. "Please," she stated, "fuck me now." "It will be," I honestly answered, "my greatest pleasure." Which, exactly, it was. She reached down to guide me in, and once I was started on my heavenly journey, I inched my long way in so-o exquisitely slow. We were a pair of unending moans. Ria came again low and crazy as I buried the last measure to the hilt. I bit my tongue to the taste of blood to back away from the edge myself. "God," she groaned, "why weren't we doing this twenty years ago? Fuck me, baby. Fuck me crazy all night long." I'd barely started to oblige when Ria came again, effortlessly and extravagantly. I thought it might be nice to turn her into a slightly different position, but she pulled me back down. "We have time enough for _everything_," she whispered. "Right now I want you pinning me down and plunging away. _Ravish me_, now!" Her ankles locked behind me, buckling me in for the ride. And forever we fucked like crazy. I paced myself well, not wanting it to ever end. I felt like a surfer, with Ria my crashing ocean. I rode her from crest to frothy crest. I was off in some sort of universe where pleasure constantly expanded but never peaked and ended. But then Ria groped back and found my balls, giving them a gentle squeeze while grunting, "_Now!_" I'm sure I didn't deposit but a nearly invisible fraction of a gallon of semen in her cunt, but it sure felt like I was giving her full measure. I trickled off forever, matched by her own diminishing quavers. Even then she wouldn't let me go, just sort of gently rocking me in her cradle, her cunt kissing my spent cock. The soothing coos as she caressed me with the tips of her fingers and tongue. Her hands magically made my shirt disappear. She rolled us over, removing her own. She reached down and gingerly cupped me, stroking me, then brought her fingers to her lips. "Mmm, you and me together." She shared the secret with a kiss. "The way it was always meant to be. I've wanted you for as long as you've wanted me. What do you think it was that set us against each other's throats so early on? I was eight when I hazily understood the idea of what fucking was. And I wanted only you to do whatever all that was to me. To me and only me." No longer joined, Ria was free to shift and give me the treat of a perfect view of her breasts. "Here's what you've been trying to see all day. And funny thing, I've been trying to get you to see them all day." I watched mesmerized as her hands played with their fullness exactly as my hands wanted to. Then she placed my hand on one of them and bent down, her other hand offering the other to my mouth. The hand that had guided mine retreated down my chest, the fingers tickling through my pubic hairs until it reached her destination. I hated to even hint at doing anything else, but the night was not unending and I was exhausted from the day, and exhausted from just thinking about another full day's labor. "Um, I thought you said we had a long hard day ahead of us tomorrow." "I did," she giggled, "but I didn't say that any of it involved anything that had to do with getting out of bed. Nothing we did today was anything that needed to be done. Just _this_. Everything else was setting the stage." The sounds of Ria went throaty and deep as she pressed her breasts back and forth against my hungry lips. I managed to free up a hand to play down at the juncture of her legs too. She growled and whimpered, "I have you all for my own for four days. I'm finally going on my honeymoon." "What about afterward?" I wondered aloud. "I guess I'll just have to follow you home and seduce your wife." "Oh yea?!" "Sure. Once we get comfortable with being a writhing snake pit of adultery and lesbianism and incest, I'm sure we'll all be always having a _wonderful_ time." I gave Ria a big blank look. I couldn't imagine how she could maintain her levity. Already my fingers were knuckle deep in her froth. "Us girls are good at sharing. I'm sure she won't mind letting you pump my pussy, not when I bury my face between her thighs and show her my appreciation." She chuckled, "What you have to realize, _big_ brother," the emphasis on the amazing activity going on in the pumping of her clenched hand, "is that after I get four days at you, you won't be able to survive without me. I know I've already had too big a taste to do without you." Ria straddled me and sank down long and low and luscious. Our moans rode down in the same elevator. Once we really got going, Ria was slinging herself around in the saddle. One of her hands went waving above her head like it needed to be twirling a lariat. I was more than willing to be her bucking bronco all night long. I surrendered completely, grabbing her ass and grinding her down tight against me, lifting my hips and sinking myself as deeply as possible into her sweetness. "Oh yea, ride me wild, baby! Go _crazy_." We were fornicating like a pair of prairie dogs out in the wilds of the west. As in every great Western, Ria rode me off into the wild sunrise. Ah, sunrise, sunset, it got to where I couldn't tell the difference. ========================= Like? Yes? No? Comments welcome. losgud@hotmail.com ========================= I am archived at DejaNews under "Author" name: LUSHGOD@HOTNOMAIL.COM ====================== CLOSING UP THE COTTAGE losgud -30- -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----