No Force of Nature Ch. 05byleyline©
The following week passed as though the world outside the house didn't exist. They spent most of their days naked and worshiping one another's bodies, quenching the thirst that they had held for each other since their teenage years.
Liam would walk into the kitchen in the mornings to make the coffee, as Maggie had taken to sleeping in late, and try to process what they were doing. He tried to search within his subconscious and soul to find any hint of the guilt that had driven him to move to Alaska. But it was gone, washed away by the simple pleasure and rapture that Maggie bestowed upon him night after night, day after day.
Needless to say they were insatiable. On one memorable afternoon a couple days after their relationship had progressed, Maggie was leaning over the long dining room table, still naked, reading that day's local paper. She had begun to feel detached from the world and in her usual every-day life, she had always made it a point to keep up with current affairs. So she had decided that reading the paper to make sure WWIII hadn't broken out while they were lost in the throes of lust was a good idea.
Which was exactly when she felt a wisp of air behind her legs and before she knew it, the beginnings of a penetration so profound a groan of relief echoed across the dining room. She hadn't even realized that she had been feeling a rising need for him to be in her body.
Liam's hand pressed on her back, urging her to bend further over the table. "Spread your legs wider." He murmured in that husky tone Margaret had come to cream over. She did as she was told, her hands bracing her body on the table.
"I saw you leaning over here-" His cock pushed in a little further, only to be taken out. Maggie moaned, needing him inside her, fucking her. He teased the slit of her slick opening with the head of his dick. "-just the sight of your ass made my cock so hard I could have come just by watching you standing bent over."
"Liam...I-" She leaned further over the table, arching her ass in a better angle for penetration. He pushed fully into her in one hard slam making her scream.
"What is it?" he groaned by her ear, pinching and rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Maggie couldn't breathe. The sensations, how wet she was for him, it was all too much. But she would never tell him to stop. Never tell him to stop rolling his hips so she felt him at every angle, never tell him to stop plucking her nipples like the strings on a guitar.
"Tell me, baby." He pulled out just enough so she would feel the loss of his thick girth stretching her tight walls.
"Come back." She grunted, reaching back and grabbing his hips. "Get back inside me."
He granted her wish and thrust into her tight channel, beginning a steady and somewhat tempered rhythm.
"Harder." She demanded "I need you fucking me harder."
His breathy laugh as she made her command caused her to clench her walls around him. "Oh, fuck. I love your cock in my tight pussy. Fuck your sister's little pussy, Liam. Fuck your baby sister until you make me scream your name."
He lost control, which had of course been her aim. His hips picked up speed, showing no mercy. Soon they were both moaning and screaming with each other, but she wasn't satisfied. She needed to see him as he came inside her. Kicking out with her feet she was able to push him away from her. She heard the slick pop of his dick falling out of her cunt.
If she had pulled that stunt with anyone else, they would have been pissed...especially when he was so close to coming. But he knew what she needed.
Grabbing her hips, he spun her around and slammed her against the wall. He dipped two fingers into her dripping wet pussy and teased her as she pumped his prick.
"This what you want, baby?" his hips thrust into her tight grip and he grunted as she tightened her hand around him even further.
"I want you inside me. I need your cum to fill me up so much it will drip down my thighs." He pulled his fingers out and grabbed the insides of her thighs, lifting and spreading her up against the wall. She guided his tip to her entrance and showed him the way inside her. He attempted a slow and torturous speed just to amp up her frustration, paying her back for the kick. But she had her own form of torture.
"Come, brother. Come in your little sister's tight pussy. I need your cum on my thighs so I can scoop it up with my fingers and suck them clean like an ice pop."
Done. He was done. His cock thrust inside her so hard and she purposefully clenched around him like the vixen she was that he came in a matter of minutes.
"Margaret!" he screamed, bending his head so his teeth could find purchase against her breast as his cock spurt his cum into her pussy. Just the thought of such a primal act being committed with his own sister was such a turn on that the jet stream of cum shooting out of him continued on much longer than he had ever experienced.
All the while Margaret's orgasm triggered by the feeling of his cum overflowing her pussy and streaming on the floor...as she had previously desired. "Liam. Fuck Liam." Her fingers dug into the skin of his back as she held on for dear life, fearing that if she were to let go of him for one second, the pleasure would disappear and all that had happened between them would turn out to be a dream.
As the river of cum ebbed from Liam's dick, and his size began to diminish having spent its goods, he removed himself from Margaret's pussy and promptly toppled to the floor with her landing with a big 'Oomph' on top of him.
Their breathing was harsh and she was ready for another bubble bath and nap but Margaret wanted to keep her promise to her brother, for having so thoroughly tumbled her.
"Liam?" She questioned, pushing herself off of him and leaning against the wall so he could have a full view.
"Where are you going? You were doing a wonderful job, acting as my blanket." His smile made her wet again.
"I'm not finished." She reached down and scooped two fingers full of his hot cum off of her thighs and began to suck on them. His eyes never left her mouth as her tongue flashed out to flick the hot seed and then swirl it around inside of her.
"I know now." Liam grunted bringing his hand to his dick, which amazingly had hardened slightly...very slightly. But still he was impressed with his own fortitude.
"What do you know?" she asked, taking another finger full and sucking on it.
"That you are without a doubt trying to kill me."
She laughed and couldn't stay away from him any longer. With a sigh she dropped back down over his body and snuggled her face into his chest. The rough curls of his chest hair tickling her nose. Heaven.
"A few more days until Madge and Will come back..." She looked up at him, wanting to know what he thought of the impending burst of their so called bubble.
"Yeah." Liam kept his eyes closed and took a deep breath. When he opened them she couldn't for the life of her understand where he could pull such a look of pure determination when so exhausted. "I know what we should do."
"What?" Her heart was pounding.
"Have more sex."
"Ugh!" She elbowed him in the stomach earning a satisfying grunt of pain from him. "You deserved that!"
"Yeah, yeah." He rubbed his side and then wiggled his eyebrows at her. "So how about it, huh?"
"Please be serious!" contrary to her words she couldn't help but keep the smile off her face.
"What are you asking? Should we tell them?" she nodded in answer to his question. "I don't know...considering our family history they would probably think I turned into dad."
"No! Uncle Will knows you. He knows you would never do anything to hurt me. How could anyone look at the two of us together and think there was anything but love between us. Dad...he didn't even know who I was when-"
"Shh." Liam hugged her close kissing the top of her head. "Enough of that. We're done, remember?"
"It will never be completely over...not until that garage and car burn up in flames."
"Well...I read once that replacing a bad memory with a similar one that had good connotations can erase a phobia or emotional scar.."
"What are you saying?" But she knew...
"It's nothing. Forget I said anything."
"A few more days, Liam. We need to think of something to tell them along with 'Hey once I graduate I'm moving to Alaska to live with my brother! Nope it's not because I got a job...it's a whim!"
"Yeah I guess we'll need something a little more concrete besides telling them I don't want to be celibate and that's the only option when I'm not near you."
"You're so romantic."
"I know." His fingers felt so good along the sweaty skin of her back. "Should we tell them? Could we live if they rejected us?"
"I could live...because I know I'll have you. But I'll also always regret losing them. And I don't want our relationship to be tainted in any way." She sighed and rested her chin on his chest, looking into his eyes. All the playfulness fled from her expression. "But if we don't tell them, we would be living our entire lives with this massive white elephant of a lie. Neither of us getting married or having children and living together...our entire lives."
"Christ." He sat up, running his hands through his hair, his heart pumping so loudly with a somewhat overzealous glee he thought it would pump right out of his chest.
"What?" Margaret asked, sitting up with him.
He shook his head in disbelief. "I get to keep you for the rest of my life."
She laughed, equally pleased and annoyed that that was the only thing he took from her previous statement. "Scared?"
He squeezed her to him, her nipples slipping along his sweaty skin. "So overjoyed it's hard for me to speak right now. Give me a minute." He nuzzled his face into her neck, breathing her in.
"You going to cry?" she asked sarcastically
"Maybe." He faked a sniffle.
"Pussy." She scoffed
"Hmm...speaking of pussy..."
All thought of crying soon fled.
The light from the Christmas tree was subtle. The Popsicle stick framed kindergarten picture ornaments along with the tattered Angel that had been passed down from their mother made the tree so familiar and homey. No matter the problems within their childhood home, the holidays were a sure thing. Chinese food on Christmas Eve, eggnog, family and a massive feast on Christmas Day and then drunken game night, at least for the adults, on New Years Eve. And due to the fact that Liam and Margaret had about a thousand relatives, they were showered with presents.
New Years Eve was normally such a loud thing in their house. But this year it passed quietly since the siblings had opted out of any party invitations. Quiet and peaceful. Peaceful...and according to the warmth in Margaret's heart....absolutely perfect. They rang in the new year making love in front of the Christmas tree once more. Beautiful and peaceful, as the rest of the week had been.
It was the evening of January 3rd and she couldn't imagine wanting to spend the evening with anyone but her loving brother slash boyfriend slash fiance if those rings they had were any indication of anything, not that she was thinking about the implications of exchanging rings or anything...nope her mind was most definitely not running in circles. In fact her mind was so content that she most definitely did not all of a sudden blurt out "What do these rings mean?" into the cozy air as she and Liam sat on the floor in front of the couch, cuddling next to one another.
"Huh?" Liam had had his head leaning on hers; the random intrusion into the silence startling him.
"I can't take it anymore, Liam." She shook her head at him, desperately needing answers all of sudden. "Are we engaged?"
"Are we promised to each other?"
"Will you just tell me so I don't go crazy-mmph." Liam's mouth met Maggie's for an intense melding of tongue and lips. He drank every last scent of her in, all the while running his thumbs over her nipples. The only way to deter her off of what would have become an epic monologue of complaints and worries was by playing to her other senses...or in Liam's case...her constant state of arousal when in his presence.
As he pulled away she sighed and collapsed against his front, nuzzling her face into his chest.
"What were we talking about?" she murmured
"The rings." she attempted to pull back to begin yet another rant but he managed to keep her in place.
"Let me talk, OK?" He waited for her nod before continuing.
"In all honesty I hadn't planned them. I had no clue what to get you and figured you might appreciate a necklace or set of earrings. Those rings?" He laughed at himself, at the memory of what he must have looked like upon seeing them.
"They...this is going to sound cheesy...they called to me. The colors and how the gems seem to be twisting in on themselves, tighter and tighter until they became one. That's our life, Mags. We were twisted around one another, teasing our souls for years until now...where we are finally old enough and mature enough to admit what we mean to one another." He held her hand in his, their rings clinking together. "We are bound together tighter than the gems in those rings...but it was the best physical representation of our fates that I could find." he paused to let her pull back and look him in the eyes.
"You're mine?" He asked. She nodded with a glowing smile.
"You want to come with me to Alaska?" she was completely speechless after his heart wrenching confession that she just continued to nod, this time more fervently.
"Then the rings are what you wish to make them. You want us to be engaged? Then we're engaged. You want us to be promised to each other? Then, although it's a bit of an ancient term, we're promised to each other. What do you want them to mean, Mags?"
"I want them to mean...I don't know." she laughed kissing him on the nose. "I want to be your wife, your partner, your lover. I want to be all of it."
"You are. We don't need a pair of rings or a marriage certificate or pastor or rabbi to tell us that."
"Promise me I can keep you?" She switched positions to kneel in front of him, her hands cupping his face. He hadn't shaved in days and a modest scruff had grown in. She liked how it made him appear a bit more rugged, more mature. She also like how he squeezed her hips and his smile grew with each word she spoke. "Promise me that you'll never let me go?"
Their foreheads met. "I promise." he whispered, allowing himself to enjoy the heat coming off her body and just the feel of her skin underneath his hands, even though they had both decided to get dressed in jeans and long sleeved shirts for the evening. "I also promise to take care of you. To erase all your fears..."
He took her hand and helped her off the floor. She looked at him with a question in her eyes, but when she saw where he was leading them...she knew that in a little while...all her bad memories that tinted the warmth of this house would be erased. It was something she had never dared to hope for. To be able to look at this house without seeing her father's face but the warm welcoming arms of her lover...it was a cure better than any other.
He opened the creaking garage door and turned the lights on, pressing the button that would deactivate the timer. His arms circled her chest, pulling her in close to his body.
"I need to erase that night for you, Mags."
"It will never be erased...it made me who I am today. But you can make it better...if..."
"What? I'll do anything." He held her close, wishing he had been that much faster in rescuing her that night. She felt her small hands curl around the edges of his shirt and pull it over his head. The fabric had just begun to settle on the floor when her hand moved to the button of his jeans. Her movements were controlled and methodical. This was no frantic fucking. This was deliberate and planned. This was making love. He was soon naked, her hand fisted around an aroused cock so hard at the prospect of making love to his sister and erasing her tainted memories.
"Give me control." She sighed in pleasure feeling the silken length of his arousal. "Let me push the memories away through loving you." She looked up at him and he brushed a fly away strand of hair away from her doe-like eyes. How could he say no to this ethereal creature?
"Anything you want." She smiled and pressed her lips to his, breathing him in. "Anything for you, Maggie."
She pushed him away from her so she could observe his hardened body. He was well toned, not overly muscular, but there was a soulful strength in those elegant limbs. She smiled, pleased with what she saw, with what was completely at her mercy.
"Lean over the car." She told him. It wasn't a demand, but it wasn't a request either. He raised his eyebrows at her but complied without resistance. He braced his body with his hands against the back of the car. He heard the slow and torturous shedding of her clothing and he waited. He waited until he didn't think he could take anymore waiting. And then he felt her hand reach around her taut body and grip his cock like a vice.
"Oh Maggie." He moaned as her hand pumped him. She pressed his lower back and urged him to bend over further. She wanted a perfect view of his ass as she fisted his dick. She could see sweat breaking out over his back and his breathing had turned labored. She smiled, knowing it wasn't just her hand causing this reaction. It was all of her. Only her. The fact that he needed her so desperately was enough to drive away the memories.
She took her hand off of him and stepped back, keeping her hand pressed against his back, telling him without words she wanted him to stay where he was. She ran her hands along his ass, teasing and taunting him until with a swift rise and fall of her hand she slapped his left ass cheek hard enough to leave a mark. He shivered.
"Turn around." She said. She wanted to be dominating, she wanted full control. But she couldn't help but keep the love from her voice. He turned around. "Get down on your knees." He complied.
"Taste me." She spread her legs to a wider position, attempting to ease his way. Liam grinned up at her, taking one of her legs and placing it over his shoulder. His head dipped to her wet cunt and he lavished her with one long, sensuous lick. He started from the bottom, working his way towards her clit. Once there he flicked his tongue over the sensitive button a few times, eliciting a quiet gasp from his Maggie.
"How do I taste?" she asked, pressing his face back into her dripping pussy.
"Like honey." Another lick, this one quicker, a bit more fraught. "Like ambrosia. The sweetest pussy I've tasted. I could suck and lap up your juices all night long." His tongue was working miracles on her body. He licked and kissed and played with her pussy lips. Once he used his fingers to part her folds wide, he plunged his tongue deep inside her.
"Liam!" she cried, moving her hips in rhythm with his tongue. Her legs were shaking and she held onto his head for dear life. "Liam, I'm going to cum. Your tongue is fucking me. Fuck my cunt with your tongue. Yes. Yes. Do It!" He gripped her hips to steady her and sucked her clit throughout her orgasm.
Once the waves of her orgasm and the sounds of her moans had quelled she began to feel steady on her feet once more. Maggie pushed herself away from Liam and leaned back against the car. She thought the feel of the car cover against her bare skin would send her into a panic attack, but all she felt was the beauty of the man she loved. "Come here, brother. Push your cock inside me and make love to your sister." He didn't need to hear it a second time.
He stood and nearly ran to her, hooking one of his arms under her right leg, widening her entrance. She was slightly puffy and red, still riding the aftershocks of her last orgasm. His cock found its way to her entrance and he pushed in.