Soren and His Sisters

Kyle felt so much at home that he decided that it would be appropriate to help Soren and Mara wash dishes while the rest of the family retired to the wrap-around verandah to sip steaming cups of Blue Mountain coffee. The siblings did not hear Kyle enter the room, but they heard him gasp at the sight of Mara on her knees sucking at her brother's dick with relish.

Soren, his head thrown back in ecstasy, was telling her to stop, but Kyle got the distinct impression that his words meant nothing to either of them since his hand was pressing her head to his groin as he serviced her face. At the sound of the interruption, his new friend glanced at Kyle, an awful plea in his eyes. He put his hand out to stop Kyle from leaving, but he couldn't get the words out.

Mara just turned her head to look at Kyle with a triumphant smile on her lips. She did not release her brother or stop what she was doing in any way.

Kyle stepped out of the kitchen quickly and closed the door behind him, but not quickly enough to prevent himself from hearing Soren groan as he shot his load into his sister's face. He was blushing furiously. He was incredibly hard. He wanted to go home to New York. He was frightened. He was confused. He was aroused beyond belief and ashamed of himself because of that. It was like watching Cyn on her knees sucking Soren's cock, and he should have been disgusted by that, but seeing Mara and her brother together like that was the most erotic sight that he had ever seen and he couldn't decide if he wanted to throw up or fuck Cynthia within an inch of her life while Soren watched.

He couldn't rejoin the rest of the family, so he just sat on the front step gazing at the sun as it sank on the horizon, trying to calm down and forget what he had just seen. He didn't have to wait for long because it took Soren only five minutes to come looking for him. The big man sat on the steps next to Kyle not saying a word, staring at the beautiful sunset as if it held the key to the mysteries of the universe.

"Male bonding?" a cheerful voice startled the two silent men, causing them both to jump.

Kyle giggled at his reaction and chided Cyn for nearly causing him to have a heart attack.

"You've been gone for about half an hour so I came looking for you."

"I'm kind of tired. Jet lag I guess. I didn't want to spoil things for you though."

"I'm sorry, Sweetie! I'll tell Mummy that we have to go. Sor? You okay?"

"I guess I'm a little tired too. Let's go home. I need to cool out for a little while."

The big man got to his feet and turning to Kyle who was still sitting on the step, ostensibly offered his hand to help him up. Kyle knew what Soren was trying to communicate to him. He wanted to apologize and beg for Kyle's silence, if not his understanding. Kyle accepted his hand and found himself engulfed in a bear hug.

"Wow!" Cyn said delightedly. "You two; I love you both, you know?"

"I know," Kyle replied.

***

Despite the hug the night before, Soren couldn't meet Kyle's eye the next day. He avoided him and Cyn like the plague. Cyn noticed that something was wrong and mentioned it quietly to Kyle.

"Perhaps he's thinking about his wife," Kyle suggested.

"Yes, that must be it. I have to go talk to him. His worrying will only upset Mags."

"Let me talk to him. I remember what it was like when my sister was pregnant. I'll soon set him straight."

"Thank you! You're the greatest, baby. What did I do to deserve you?" Cyn hugged him affectionately and planted a light kiss on the tip of his nose.

***

"You're upsetting Cyn and you'll soon upset Margaret if you don't pull yourself together," Kyle hissed when he cornered the man in his study. Soren was just sitting there, his head in his hands. "I know how to keep secrets. I won't tell if that's what you're worried about!"

Soren closed his eyes, as if trying to shut Kyle out. He sighed heavily and shook his head slightly, responding to an inner dialogue to which Kyle was not privy.

"But Mara will if I don't keep doing this with her," he said at last.

"What?" Kyle was shocked.

The man looked wretchedly at Kyle and tried to speak. His voice cracked.

"Don't you think I know what this would do to Mags if she found out? What it would do to Cyn? My parents? I have been trying to think of a way out of this for years but, I..."

"Years?" Kyle interrupted him. "Are you kidding me?"

"I've even fantasized about killing them but..."

"Killing them?" Kyle interrupted again. "What do you mean killing them? Are you crazy? Wait, who is them? Savannah too?"

"Yes."

"Cyn?"

"No! Never her," Soren was quick to reassure Kyle.

"Does she know about this already? I noticed that there was a tension between her and Mara."

"No, that was something else," Soren turned to look at Kyle speculatively for the first time since he entered the room. "Mara fucked Cyn's husband five years ago and let Cyn know about it. I hear she was mean. It nearly killed Cyn."

"Cyn is married?"

"Not anymore."

"Was the guy's name Brian by any chance?"

"Yes! Why? What's happening?"

"Nothing; it was just something she said when I first met her. She hasn't spoken about him at all though."

"I'm not surprised. He really hurt her."

He paused, scrunched his dreadlocks up in his large hand and let them fall, framing his handsome face.

"Don't let Mara do that to you," he warned Kyle. "She's going to want you just because you're Cyn's. She's always been like that. I saw the way she looked at you when she met you yesterday."

Kyle was speechless. What the hell had he got himself into? Mara sounded like a madwoman. He did not like unpredictable people around him. They kept him on too high alert for comfort.

"But if you knew that," he heard himself saying, "why did you get involved with her?"

"I was drunk. I had just graduated med school and I had been drinking with my friends all night and I woke up in bed with her the next morning." He paused reluctantly, distaste on his face as he said the final words. "We were both naked. My cum was everywhere...And it was mine; I checked. I don't even know how I managed that."

He paused again.

"Have you any idea what people would have said if she told? It would have killed my parents. She promised she wouldn't tell. She said it didn't matter. She said that we were two mature people who could get past it. I believed her. Then she started coming to my room at night and at first I told her that I wasn't interested, but then she made it clear that she was, and she said that I had no choice. She showed me pictures of us, for Christssake! She said that Savannah took the pics and so I'd have to service her too. I left. I left Jamaica. I went to live in New York and they followed me there. I went to Atlanta and they followed me there too. Finally, I just came home. I got married but they wouldn't stop. They didn't move back to Jamaica, but they show up often. I just threw myself into my work to try to forget about it. I haven't had anything to drink from that night! I just go along with it to keep them quite. It's never more than a few days at a time."

For all the good things that comprised his life, for all his accomplishments, Kyle didn't envy Soren Caine one iota. He seemed to remember reading Othello in his high school English class and being told that everyone has a fatal flaw; one that would eventually destroy him. For Soren it was that he had sampled forbidden fruit and now couldn't stop. Despite what he'd said, the man had dug himself in deep, even if he had simply tripped into the hole so many years earlier. Surely his family would have hushed up and forgiven one night of drunken incest; but they could do nothing about a son's relationship with two of his sisters that had gone on for several years.

Kyle still wrestled with the thought that Cyn might be involved. It was driving him crazy.

"I really need to know, Soren," he said staring hard into the other man's eyes. "Is Cyn involved in this?"

"No she isn't. I swear it. She isn't like that. She and Mara are like night and day."

"Look, forget about it," Soren continued after a few minutes silence. "It's not your problem. I'll sort it out."

"How? You haven't done so in what, 12 years?"

He got up to go; glancing at the broken man still seated at his desk. "Sor," he said. "I don't think that it would be a good idea to announce to your family that Margaret's pregnant."

***

To a casual observer, the Caine siblings were just playfully boisterous. The inter-family football match was a walkover for them and their cousins, especially after Mara distracted Margaret's brothers and cousins with her sexy little cut-offs.

Kyle wondered how her parents allowed her to wear something like that to a family event where there would be people of all ages there. She was an adult, yes, but her clothes were indecent and he thought that her mother might have objected if she had seen her before she left the house.

"I know what you mean!" Kyle felt a friendly thump on his back that nearly caused him to spill his beer. "She's really something, isn't she? They all are!" The man who had come to sit with Kyle as they both ogled Mara was one of Margaret's cousins. Kyle couldn't remember his name, but they both chinked their beers in a conspiratorial salute.

"You're a lucky man, Kyle," the man continued. "You got the best of them. There's something about Cynthia that the others don't have, not even Soren and I have liked him from the start when Mags brought him home."

Kyle enjoyed himself chatting and laughing with three of Margaret's cousins for the rest of the afternoon, and it saddened him that the conversation lagged a little when Soren joined them. Somehow, the taint of the scandal surrounding him was apparent, even if no one actually knew about it.

***

Soren took Kyle's advice and didn't mention anything about Margaret's pregnancy at the family breakfast. He saw when the couple argued about it in the study, and how Soren overruled his wife and quieted her puzzled disappointment. Cyn noticed the disagreement too and stuck by Margaret during the event, helping her manage the crowd and being her very best friend.

Kyle saw, and was displeased by the fact, that Mara and Savannah had also witnessed the couple quarrelling, and that they seemed happy about their brother's marital tiff. That these two women could be so openly jealous of their brother's wife was sick, yet later when Kyle rushed into the pergola where the Caines kept a wet bar looking for extra ice he ended up with the mother of all hard-ons when he saw Mara standing behind a topless Savannah, fondling the woman's breasts while kissing and biting her neck and whispering into her ear.

He watched Mara force Savannah's hands behind her back and hold them there so that she couldn't prevent her from peeling the sarong from her waist as well. Leaving her sister totally naked except for her sandals Mara caressed Savannah's cunt and from the movement of her arm and the twitching of Savannah's body, Kyle guessed that she was fucking her roughly with her fingers.

Mara wasn't gentle with her sister and it reminded Kyle of what he had done to Cyn only the night before. The girl-on-girl action was hot to watch and he couldn't bring himself to look away. Savannah's moans were like jolts of electricity on Kyle's senses. It was all he could do not to groan aloud himself. He wanted to stop them but, at the same time, he didn't want them to stop. He wished that it was wholesome for this kind of beauty to occur in nature. How could it be wrong for two such beautiful women be together? He couldn't see it. For the life of him, he needed to fuck Cyn immediately to quench the boiling lava about to erupt from his loins.

The thought of what she would surely think of him if he were to accost her now, erection in hand, embarrassed him. Yet Savannah's voluptuous form, her strong thighs that flared from a dancer's bottom, her flat stomach and big breasts with large, dark-chocolate areola were so like Cynthia's that he felt an urgent need to be with his girlfriend. Eventually, he turned reluctantly to check that no one was coming, only to find himself staring into Soren's smirk. It was a testament to how distracting the two women had been that Kyle hadn't heard him come up behind him.

"Well, at least now you understand," the big man whispered.

Kyle noticed that Soren could hardly walk away himself because of the tenting in his pants. He knew that he was the only thing standing in the way of Soren going to his sisters even though his wife and nearly 200 guests partied outside, only 50 metres away. Looking again at the two women who either did not know, or did not care that they were being watched, Kyle could understand how his new friend could have become addicted to these two women. They were incredibly sensual; he had to admit shamefully, far more so than Cyn. Kyle knew that a lot of it had to do with the taboo nature of their actions.

He knew that neither he nor Soren could ask for this kind of role play without arousing suspicion; and most alarmingly he was sure now that Soren wanted Cyn too. There was no way that the man could have felt so powerfully about Mara and Savannah without feeling something for Cyn as well. That he had refrained so far from doing anything about his desire for Cyn was only a testament to the fact that he still had a thread of self-control. It was most likely, a very frayed thread though, and Kyle knew instinctively that he needed to get Cyn away from her brother's home before something irreparable happened between them. Just as surely as he knew that Mara and Savannah would have exposed the whole mess if they found out that Margaret was pregnant at last and so Soren and the entire family made happy by someone other than themselves, he knew that his presence would catalyse Soren's need to fuck Cyn since there was no doubt about the fact that he shared a bed with her every night.

***

"What do you think about us finding a hotel in Negril or something? We could do that tomorrow," Kyle said as casually as he could that night as he watched Cyn rub lotion on her tired feet.

The way that she caressed her legs sent the blood to his cock, but he had to fight down his impulses. He needed to persuade her to leave her brother's home without arousing her suspicion.

"Why? Sor and Mags have promised to take us next week."

"Hmmm. I just thought that it would be nice for us to go off by ourselves for a while."

"That's so sweet, baby, but I can't. Sor is taking us to see our old principal tomorrow. I've already promised her that I'll come to see her."

"Us?"

"Yes, Sav and Mara and me. Please don't be upset, Kylie! We have all the time in the world to be together. I only see these people once in five years! I'll make up all the neglect when we get home next week."

Kyle tried his best not to be distracted by her puppy dog pout and her cuddling and fondling of his rapidly-hardening cock and the scores of kisses that she was planting all over his body between her pleading in a cute little baby-girl voice; but he was not man enough for that. Instinctively he knew that Savannah and Mara used the same techniques to get what they wanted from the men in their lives.

"May I come too?" he asked after they made torridly passionate love and were basking in post coital bliss.

"Hmmm?" a drowsy Cyn replied.

"I want to come with you to see your old teacher. I'm in love with you, Cyn. I don't want to let you out of my sight for even a minute."

Cyn just sighed and drifted to sleep, a happy smile on her lips.

***

The trip through the lush, green Jamaican countryside was interesting. Soren sped through little villages consisting of strings of houses and small shops stretched along the narrow roadways, children running along the grasses and bathing in the rivers, men playing dominoes outside bars, women confident of their sensuality going to work or to the street-side fruit stalls. The camaraderie in the vehicle belied the underlying turmoil of the occupants.

The Caines all kept Kyle entertained by pointing out places of interest and telling him stories about their lives and the history of the country. Kyle found that he genuinely liked Mara and Savannah despite his hesitancy about becoming involved with them in any way. The two women were acerbic wits, perfect foils for the obviously kinder, gentler Soren and Cyn. Kyle found himself siding with them more times than he would have thought possible; especially when he realized that Cyn and Sor didn't take it personally when he did.

Were he not so afraid of their destructive potential he would have regarded Mara and Savannah as friends. In fact, it flattered him when they complimented him for any reason and when Savannah introduced him to a man who accosted her at a petrol station, when they stopped for a restroom break, as her husband. He was happy that Cyn hadn't heard the exchange, but he kept telling himself that he was only flattered that Savannah had turned to him for protection when she needed it, rather than anything else.

They left the main road and began to climb the steep mountainside and Kyle was gratified to feel a familiar hand slip into his. Cyn had turned to him for comfort because she was afraid of the heights. He knew that her participation in the trip was costing her more than she wanted to admit, but he knew also that she felt duty-bound to visit her old teacher and that she was focusing on just getting through the ordeal. He was happy that she had chosen to draw some strength from him. She was always so competent that he often forgot that she had several vulnerabilities as well.

It surprised him however when he felt another hand reach for him. It hadn't occurred to him that Mara would also have been afraid of heights until he noticed how quiet she became and that she slumped down in the seat on his other side. Kyle cuddled Cyn, but squeezed Mara's hand and allowed her to cling to him. Savannah has no such fear and teased her sisters mercilessly, exhorting them to look at the sights.

Kyle caught Soren's eyes in the rear view mirror and smiled. The big man smiled back and shook his head slightly. It was clear to Kyle that as much as his sisters were torturing the big man, he was amused by them and loved them dearly as a big brother. It was a complicated situation.

They reached their destination after another hour of driving but it was well worth the effort. The hamlet in which they planned to have lunch sat in a grove above a cloud-covered valley. It was New York in the winter cold, and he was surprised to think that he was still in a tropical paradise.

The visit with Principal Duke was very pleasant. The gracious old lady and her daughter, with whom she lived, kept their guests in stitches with her stories about the antics that the Caine children had got up to when they were in her charge. She was clearly very proud of the four of them, successful professionals all. She told Kyle that she wished that all of her students would have turned out like this family. Soren, Kyle noticed, had the grace to look doubtful. They visited with the old woman for a while and while Mrs. Duke went to supervise the final preparations for their lunch the Caines and Kyle explored her hamlet.

It was similar to their Irish Town home, but it was clear that they all felt freer, so far away from home. Kyle and Cyn wondered off down a little lane to the left hand-in-hand on their way for a private snog. He found that he couldn't get enough of her here in this magical place. It occurred to him, only after he had committed himself to the stroll that it left Soren and the other two women alone. He shrugged his shoulders, and continued. He was not Soren's keeper.

Despite this, he was afraid of what he would see when he returned; and so he made a point to announce their arrival beforehand when he and Cyn re-joined the group. There was nothing untoward to be seen on the surface, but the secret smiles of Cyn's three siblings suggested that there was a story best left untold there. It occurred to Kyle that Mara must have told Savannah that Kyle knew about her and Soren and so he was probably being seen as an accomplice keeping Cyn out of the way. He resented it because he suspected that Cyn would think this as well and be angry with him. He decided that he would have to put his foot down and get her away from her family. He knew that the incest would get out one day in this small, close-knit community and he wanted to be sure that she would not be implicated in any way.