In Love with Lori Ch. 06

Lori jumped up, wrapped my shirt around her and went to start hunting out some outfits to take to Boston.

"Lori!" I called out; "just bring some slacks, a top, and some really slutty underwear; we'll go shopping and buy everything you need. And you won't need any nightwear; you'll never get that far!" I smirked to myself.

She walked back in the room, a collection of thongs like multi-coloured dental floss draped over her hand.

"What do you want me to wear, Doctor Man?" she asked, innocently.

I leered at her."What you've got in your hand looks good enough to me, it's not like you'll have a chance to put much mileage on them!"

"You fucking troll!" she grinned, and left the room again, calling me in after her to get the travel bags down from on top of the wardrobe.

"Darling, we don't need two bags, we'll buy what we need in Boston. I brought fuck all clothes with me when I came back, so let's just buy new!"

She looked at me levelly. "Are you always so wasteful, Doctor Man?"

"Of course not" I replied," but the fact is, I've been wearing the same 3 outfits in rotation for the last 3 weeks, and I need some clothes, these weren't new to begin with, and they're starting to look threadbare. Plus, I want to spend money on my girl, treat her to all the clothes, shoes, jewellery she wants, why is that so wrong?"

Lori walked over and said "Say that again, Doctor Man."

"What, my girl? But you are my girl, always will be. I want to spoil you a little before we're married, because I know after we're married you'll want to watch every penny. You won't need to though; I told you, my trust fund is bulging at the seams, we have enough money to be as extravagant as you like, once in a while, or as often as you like!"

She looked curiously at me. "So just how much money is there in this fabled 'Trust-Fund', Rockefeller, really?"

"I told you, Darling Girl, last month, according to the statement from the fund managers, the fund currently totalled something approaching twenty-eight million pounds sterling – about forty-five million dollars or so. I understand from the managers and trustees that my father loaded all the capital and investments he made and inherited into the trust to stop his relatives getting their mitts on it. The money's there, we can spend it, or save it for our children, it's your choice."

Lori's eyes were like saucers. "What do you do with all that money?"

"Me? Nothing; I didn't earn it, so I don't think of it as mine, more a sort of family legacy, to keep safe and pass along. I grew up without it, normal, well mostly, not like some pampered, socialite Trust-Fund Brat, so I really never had a need for it. It paid for my schooling, enabled me to catch-up with my peers at school, get into medical school, but that's all I've ever spent. I love the things that feel real, corn-dogs and baked beans, fried chicken, biscuits and gravy, Blockbuster and popcorn on Saturday night, not champagne and caviar. My salary is more than enough to live comfortably, my needs are minimal, everything I have I paid for myself, with money I earned, and I value it because of that. I have Charlie to thank for teaching me that."

Lori persisted. "Why do you bother, is what I'm trying to get at; after all, you don't have to work, ever, so why punish yourself with such a heavy workload?"

"Because that's how Charlie taught me to do things, aren't you listening? I may be English, but I'm also a corn-fed Iowa boy. The best thing Charlie ever did for me was to give me his protestant work-ethic, teach me not to accept gifts I didn't earn; the easy way out didn't come easy to him, and it doesn't come easy to me. Lori, I didn't pick cardio to show-off, and I don't do the surgery to practice my skills; operating on the Cardio-Thoracic rota is frightening; if you get it wrong, somebody may die, so you operate at the peak of terror, watching and double-checking everything you do. If you get blasé about it, you will make mistakes, possibly fatal errors. I do it to see them walk out, get their lives back, that's the reward, that's what drove my father, and my grandfather, and I like to think that's what keeps me going back in there. Is it stressful? Yes. Is it worth it? I think so."

"Now git, you need a shower, I need a shower, and we've only got a couple of hours. Don't forget to pack the documents we'll need!

We were ready, washed, waxed, polished, and smelling slightly minty when the taxi arrived and whisked us off to the airport, mid-way between Bar Harbor and Ellsworth, a pleasant drive and a nice little airport. Our flight was a slightly suspicious-looking elderly twin-prop aircraft, but we were assured it was safe and fully certificated.

The flight into Logan was uneventful, slower than I was used to, but, given the nature of the transportation, not bad at all. We grabbed a taxi and headed into town to our hotel. Lori was impressed, to say the least, as was I, with the quality of the suite, and was more than interested in the super-king bed provided.

"Davey, how many people do they expect to fit in that thing?" she asked, "It's gigantic!"

"It just means I'll have to run harder to catch you, my dear!" I simpered at her, making her shriek and dodge around the other side of the bed. I caught her by leaping onto the bed and tackling her, bearing her down onto the bed for a victory kiss and a quick squeeze and grope.

"No! Bad Troll! Down! Heel, I say, Heel!" Squealed Lori as I attempted a more serious grab at some goodies, "No, later! Down, Boy! N'Gawa, Cheetah! N'Gawa!" She giggled "I need food, Moneybags, beef on a reef, Feed Me, Seymour!" I was more than slightly interested in locating more of Lori's goodies, but deferred to my darling sister.

We had dinner reservations in the hotel restaurant, so went down and had a very good, varied selection of seafood and steaks, some excellent wine, and, a treat for me, an ice-cold Fuller's IPA beer from England, malty, hoppy and creamy smooth. Lori and I talked softly about our plans over coffee and chocolates, before deciding to call it a night.

Back in our suite, Lori unpacked our toiletries and went off to have a shower "ALONE!" she ordered me, so I flicked on the TV and tried to take an interest in the world, which was difficult, as my world was busy soaping up without me present! I had briefly considered sneaking in and ambushing her with a fully-loaded erection, but I knew that tone of voice – when she used it, she usually meant it.

Presently she reappeared, looking refreshed and very desirable in the voluminous courtesy bathrobe, her hair dried and smelling of peaches, brushed and tumbled down her back – very appealing!

"Your turn, Rockefeller, get fresh and do it quick, I have plans for you!" she grinned, and my heart leaped – she had been quiet, almost subdued, most of the evening, so it was nice to see her back on form.

"As my lady commands," I mocked, "does my lady have any further instructions?"

Lori replied by kissing me, properly, with intent, a fact my best friend rapidly became fully aware of as she squeezed and manipulated my manly bits.

"Fuck showering, you can do that later," she breathed, "I want slow time with your friend here!"

"As you command" I said, dropping my slacks to reveal my state of arousal. I was wearing CK trunk briefs, and my condition was plainly visible, a sight that made Lori's eyes twinkle.

"You'll do" she noted, an adorable pixie expression on her face, half serious, half humorous, "Now come over here please, I need your opinion on something."

I obliged, and Lori stood up, letting her robe drop to the floor, placing her hands behind her head to pose for me. It was a breathtaking sight; she looked like Venus rising from the waves, her magnificent body sculpted by nature into a thing of incredible beauty, sexual attraction radiating from her in waves. My cock, already at half-mast, sprang to full stretch, constricted painfully by the waistband of my briefs.

She was wearing the tiniest, most indecent pair of panties I had ever seen, a mere V-shaped band at the front, the V swooping down to (just) cover her pudenda, then girdling her hips to disappear in two narrow, curved ribbons of material down and into the cleft of her shapely bum; a thing of beauty, the absolute epitome of the lingerie designers art, panties that made a woman look more naked than if she were actually naked! My hands itched to grab this vision, peel those heavenly panties off (but carefully, Oh! so carefully!), and subject her to an extended monkey-fuck!

"What do you think, Doctor Man, will I do?" she cooed, raising herself up on the balls of her feet and dropping down again, making her marvellously pneumatic body jiggle and quiver, a sight absolutely guaranteed to make any living man bite through steel bars and beat his chest.

"God, yes!" I breathed, "you're incredible, come here, you!" Lori stepped over to me, her pixie grin on her face, as I reached for her. "Are you going to keep me, then?" she enquired winsomely.

For answer I ran my finger up her body, from her barely concealed pussy lips to her chin, before touching her on her perfect lips. "Only if you kiss me" I said, and my beautiful sister's arms enfolded me as she planted a 20-megaton kiss on my lips. I ran my hands down her flanks, and hooked my thumbs in the waistband of her almost non-existent panties, cocking an eyebrow at her. "Go ahead, you know you want to" she smiled at me, so I started to slide that wisp of material down her smooth flanks, cock lurching at the incredibly sexy sight of that tiny piece of lingerie sliding down her marvellous thighs, until they floated to the floor. Lori smiled at me, and turned sideways on to me, one of my favourite views of her, as it emphasised the jut of her breasts against the flatness of her stomach, and the firm round hillocks of her globular buttocks, the springiness of her taut young flesh, and the glowing whiteness of her skin against the raven tumble of her hair.

I turned her face to mine, and kissed her, deeply, longingly as my hands wandered down her body, front and back, one hand eventually lingering and caressing her tender pussy lips, the other hand rubbing fingertips up and down the cleft of her buttocks, lingering at her anal bud, index finger describing soft circles around her rear entrance while I caressed her pussy with the other. Lori was standing perfectly still, eyes closed and lips parted, a little flutter of her neck muscle as she swallowed the only sign that she was responding to my caresses. I continued stroking and caressing her, I was in no rush, and I knew she loved the 'softly, softly', slow-burn approach, so I took my time, gradually increasing the pressure and frequency of my caresses, slipping in and out of her pussy, now, and pressing more insistently against her anal entrance. She was definitely feeling the effects of my frigging her so gently; her breathing was becoming shallower and more rapid, and I could see her pulse quickening, as she slowly flushed light pink across her neck and breasts. Her nipples had erected, vivid coral-pink nubs, begging to be sucked and suckled, and her pussy was beginning to moisten as her arousal intensified. Lori reached for me, for the waistband of my briefs, and started to roll them down. I let her do it, as I didn't want to break my rhythm, or undo what I had achieved so far. Almost in a trance, she pushed my briefs down far enough to release my throbbing cock, and took hold of it her small warm hand.

Kissing me with serious intent, she began a slow squeezing, pumping motion, priming my cock for what was to come, as I began more seriously groping and rubbing my stunning half-sister's pussy and anus.

Lori broke our kiss to look up at me and smile, indicating with her eyes that she wanted to get on the bed, so we moved to the bed, me sitting down on the edge, with her sitting on my lap, both of her arms now wrapped around my neck, French-kissing each other, fencing with our tongues while my hands held her tight against me.

"Back, lie down" she whispered, which I did, and she straddled me, rising up as she took my cock in hand to guide it into herself.

Sure of her aim, she slowly lowered herself, engulfing my cock in her warm, tight vagina, her eyes closed and her bottom lip caught between her teeth. She looked so adorable, so truly, truly beautiful at that moment, I nearly came out of sheer sexual overload, and had to resort to mentally reciting medical texts, differential equations, the principal exports of Sweden, and images of Dr Ruth and Margaret Thatcher to stop me blowing my top!

Lori began a slow rise and fall motion, pacing herself, controlling her own arousal, her hands on my chest to give her support, working herself up to where she wanted to be. I reached up and started rubbing and lightly pinching her lovely nipples, holding her breasts while I rubbed her nipples with my thumbs, flicking them to watch the effect it was having on her. Lori began to breathe faster, her arousal building, the sensations in her vagina obviously getting the better of her. I began lifting to meet her as she moved down, but she gasped out "No Honey, let me do this.....", continuing her motion, her pace increasing as I rubbed and squeezed and flicked her nipples.

My hands slipped down to her buttocks, and I began caressing her anal bud, probing and withdrawing in time with her motion, Lori saying "yes, do that...do that..." as I increased pressure, her tempo increasing and mine following suit. Eventually, I slid my finger into her anus, followed by a second finger, widening her passage and plugging it at the same time. Her eyes fluttered closed, and her head lolled back as her breathing quickened, coming in short gasps, until, at last, she hit that peak, her orgasm rolled through her in waves, and she screamed out loud with the intensity of her release. Her anus tightened almost painfully around my fingers, and I could feel the spasms of orgasm hit her again and again in my fingers, in the constriction and release of my cock as her vagina pulsed, and in the fluttering of her thigh muscles clamped around my sides.

Lori slumped forward onto me, her head on my chest, as she fell into the afterglow, her heart racing and her breathing quick and shallow. I caressed her hair, ran my hands up and down her back, from her buttocks to the nape of her neck, kissing her hair and inhaling her lovely peach smell, until eventually she raised her head to smile at me, eyes sparkling after the storm.

"Fucking Hell, Davey that was...that was...un-fucking-believable, I have never come like that before, what have you done to me Doctor Man?" she asked, looking at me with love and complete adoration.

"I tried an old English folk trick on you, Kitten" I grinned at her.

"What was that then?" she smiled, "Victorian Aphrodisiac? Eye of newt? Dipping your dick in Spanish fly? Buggering badgers in the forest? Out with it, Blondie!"

"It's simple; I just made you fall in love with me!" I said in mock seriousness.

"You fucking charlatan, I was there already!" laughed Lori. "Now, what do you want to do, as if I didn't already know?"

Lori leaned forward slightly, to allow my cock to withdraw, and, kissing me and licking my lips, positioned it with her right hand at the entrance to her anus, saying to me "When you're ready Davey, just remember, Darling Boy, slow at first, please, no ramming it in, you're not loading a fucking howitzer, OK?"

"As always, my darling," I answered, pulling her down to kiss her, and begin pushing with slow, steady pressure. Lori hooked her arms under mine, while my hands snaked down to grab hold of her wonderfully grabbable bum, holding and weighing each buttock cheek as I slowly pulled them apart, allowing my cock to penetrate ever deeper into her anal opening.

Lori looked at me, and then raised herself up, to rest both hands on my chest, and begin that same rhythm again, only this time pleasuring a different place. I began pumping up to meet her downward motions, and we bucked and humped together, our mutual pleasure building, arousal levels peaking higher and higher with every thrust.

Eventually, inevitably, we reached our crescendo, Lori coming with a loud groan, slumping forward onto my chest, her anus spasming and rippling as she orgasmed, my cock swelling up to fill her rear passage as I shot what felt like most of the blood in my body out of the tip of my cock; with every spurt, Lori, jumped, with a little "Oh...Oh"

When our hearts had slowed to almost normal, Lori said "let me off, honey", and so I disengaged and rolled onto my side, pulling her down onto the bed next to me, shattered and satisfied, for now at least.

She looked up at me and said "What have you done to me, you dirty little butt-goblin?" "Filled you up, as requested," I replied, "I think I can honestly say, I have topped-off your tank properly." I parted her lovely buttocks. "Yup, that looks like a proper cream-pie to me!"

Lori jumped up. "Quick, get me a towel, you perverted ass-rapist, I can feel it all pouring out of me, and I'm not sleeping in it. Think of the mess!" she giggled. Then a thought struck her. "Oh no, when they come to change the sheets, they'll know what we were doing!" She looked mortified.

I laughed. "Baby Girl, if I have my way, by the time we leave, they'll be able to snap the sheets over their knees! Darling, the whole hotel got a good look at you today. Believe me, they know exactly what we're doing; they'd think there was something wrong with us if we weren't doing exactly what they thought we were doing!"

Lori looked puzzled as she worked this one out, and then giggled guiltily, her dirty little mind seeing the funny side. "OK, fair enough, but just get me that towel, I repeat, I am not sleeping in the wet patch!"

I woke nice and early, the summer morning sunshine throwing bars of light across the bed, eventually rousing me at some ungodly hour, but, once I'm awake, I have to get up. Lori was still out for the count, bless her, and I decided I could do with a long leisurely shower, a good close shave, and a proper breakfast ; none of this 'Continental Breakfast' nonsense, either, the French live on those; it's probably why they're so unstable.

Having finished my freshening-up, I intercepted the Room Service with our breakfast's so as not to disturb Lori. I got the trays ready, and then woke her up by slowly sliding the sheets down, rubbing an ice-cube from the min-bar on my tongue to make it cold, and then jabbing her anus sharply with it. The effect was electric! Lori bounced upright with a shriek, disoriented and confused, to see me grinning at her.

"Good morning Pretty Lady! Breakfast is ready, Danish bacon, sausage, eggs and a Texas stack for you, with enough coffee to float a battleship, and 2 poached eggs on buttered toast with two English bangers, wholemeal toast, butter and English marmalade, with a pot of tea for me. Milady, your table awaits!"

Lori grinned at me, and then narrowed her eyes. "If you ever wake me like that again...." she gritted, leaving the threat hanging.

"Pish and Tosh" I replied," I love nuzzling your little rosebud, your lovely little pink Sheriff's Star, and if the fancy arises in me to rouse you by so nuzzling, then, I am afraid, nuzzle I shall, so there!"

Lori smiled at that, padded over to the breakfast as naked as a jaybird, and sat down, eying her breakfast treats.

"I meant what I said, you weak-kneed, tea-drinking English milksop, if you do that again I'll cut off something you're gonna end up needing, so help me!"

I roared with laughter; at last, Lori's raucous sense of humour was reasserting itself.

"We have a busy day today, poppet" I reminded her, "Plans are in place, I made some calls yesterday, so let's get the actual business over with as soon as possible, then we can have a holiday. So, first to the bank, we have to pick up your financials, and then over to the British Consulate for your visa!"