A Forced Pairing Ch. 04

She suddenly gaped at me; and then jerked her head down to look at the covers – which were bobbing up and down repeatedly with the motions of Amanna's head. Then she immediately and viscerally yanked away from me – as if scared stiff. Trying to pull her arms and legs free and back away. Out of… what? Denial? Fear? Lack of understanding? I didn't know. But I did know in that instant I had to stop it. My heart leapt out of my chest and ran down my arms into my hands like lightning. Seizing her.

Holding her hard. "NO! Lynn – NO! STOP!"

She squealed suddenly. Which frightened me – but not enough to make me let go of her. She didn't say 'stop'. She didn't say 'let go'. She just made a noise. And her eyes went wide as Amanna popped off me and threw the covers off of herself and me. Exposing her nakedness and her wet and drooling mouth. My slick cock. My sister had a look of deep concern on her face. She knew she'd gone too far – had taken something that didn't belong to her. Lynn just looked at us both like we were insane.

I pushed Lynn down on the bed. Easily. She clenched her eyes and legs shut, and tried to pull her arms in front of herself. Turned her head sideways as if I was going to hit her.

"Lynn! It… it's all right! I… " my face burned with embarrassment. By my thick cock stood straight out. Amanna didn't touch me – but sat back on her knees completely naked for a moment, breathing hard and watching. "Lynn.." I said firmly, leaning closer. "You… you'll understand. This… this has happened before…"

Lynn shook her head violently, whimpering and looking like she wanted to cry. Now… I wanted to cry. The last thing in the world I wanted now was to hurt her. Make her feel… like she wasn't what I wanted most of all. "Lynn…" I said sadly.

But a fire in me started. A fighting fire. I came down and pushed my lips against hers as I held her arms. Begging inside my brain that she wouldn't bite me. Wouldn't pull back or fight away – or say 'stop'. Pleaded that she wouldn't end it with a 'stop'. Or a 'let me go'. She didn't. She just whimpered as I thrust my lips onto hers. As I sucked and kissed and tried to nurture her puffed, almost crying lips into opening.

Again and again I kissed, as her small body underneath my bent-over form held rigid. I left the room behind. I licked, sucked, kissed, breathed softly. And slowly… finally… broke down her defenses as I held her arms firmly back to either side of her head. She tried so hard – held on so tightly. Whimpered and refused and denied. I can't imagine what she must have thought of me. But in the end she knew it was *me*… calling to her. Wanting her. Not wanting her for anything else… but wanting her for me.

Her mouth opened the merest bit on a kiss. And on another, as I strongly held down her arms – pressing them into the bed.

From behind me, Amanna's hands started feeling my ass. Then my balls. I could feel the warmth of her thighs against my side as she came up beside me, and started to touch me. I mumbled and moaned a bit into Lynn's mouth now. And Lynn stiffened – whimpering as I pressed down on her – fighting the kisses through what she wanted to get away from. What she didn't understand.

Then I lifted up one leg – and planted the knee between her tightly-clasped thighs.

Her eyes bolted open – gaping at me as I kissed, with her mouth suddenly going very firmly tight. She was shocked. Shocked that I was being so.. insistent. So… forward. I almost growled at her as I started to apply pressure. And continued to kiss at her mouth, holding her arms up more tightly and pressing down more firmly. I had her – and she knew it.

Amanna fondled and held my testes, rolling them in her hand, and stroked my cock, watching me break down my wife's defenses. She leaned over gradually until her full breasts were brushing my back, and ran the nipples along it, mumbling herself and moaning happily at the sensations she was getting.

Lynn's face was beet-red. And hot. I released her mouth from mine, and put my mouth up to her ear.

"I'm going to fuck you." I stated flatly. "She's going to help me."

Lynn's voice caught, and she swallowed fast and hard. Her breath shuddered which made her breasts jiggle a bit, her lying on her back. I bit softly at the neck flesh next to her ears – and pushed down with my knee between her legs. Lynn exhaled in surprise again as I broke through – and gripped the knee as I went down to the top of the bed in the middle of her thighs. She grunted.

"Ka- Baz.. No…I- I don't…"

"Yes. You do."

She gulped again as I brought my face up and kissed her. And she opened her mouth wide – her tongue outstretched now – hungrily looking for my own. Amanna's breathing could be heard to increase as I shifted my other leg to push apart Lynn's as well. Then I felt my sister's hands on my wife's thighs, right beside my legs.

"Ah!" Lynn stammered. "Ah..ah..ah…" she started, breaking from my mouth. But between us Amanna and I pulled and pushed her thighs firmly apart and held them. Lynn's arms started to move more strongly – like she was trying to break from my grip. But I held them down. She pushed hard with her legs – trying to close or push me, but I held on. In between kisses Lynn gasped for breath, or said part of my name.

But after each caught syllable, she seemed to hunger to grasp at my mouth again for more – her crimson face lusting all the while.

Amanna's hands on my stiffness were replaced by the head of my tool meeting Lynn's sopping wet snatch. Lynn struggled on the bed – making it very hard for me to hold her down. I broke the kisses and put my face down to her neck – to start to bite there.


"Baz!" Lynn stammered. "How…how could you do this to me?" She yelped. "I… your…Amanna… I…" she was making no sense as she rolled her head around.

Then I was inside of her – Amanna's quick fingers playing around our merge point as I slid all the way in. I smiled into Lynn's throat as a long, rolling moan came out of my wife. Then I quickly let her hands go.

She grabbed me around the back – digging in her nails. "Oh Baz!"

Holding her sides, I moaned as well, and gyrated my hips into her, burying the head of my cock as far as it would go. Amanna's fingers disappeared for a moment. Soon to be replaced by her lips and tongue – right where my cock was entering Lynn.

I shuddered once. And Lynn came underneath me – squinting; her nipples suddenly becoming intensely hard and a flush appearing on her chest that seemed to burn against mine. Pride burst from my chest as I slowly started to pump.

"KA….Ka..Baz.." Lynn gasped in the throes of her orgasm. "I.. st..st-" she stammered, overwhelmed.

"Nothing doing. You're coming at least twice." I chucked, moving more and more in a pattern with Amanna's gentle sucking and licking motions on the bottom side of my dick right where it entered Lynn. Lynn moaned very loudly – and moved her hands to grip at my face, pulling it down to her breasts. "My…my god Baz…" she belted out, unable to catch her breath.

I began to find it hard to concentrate – bringing out my shaft almost all the way, to just feel the head inside. Amanna would tillitate just under the nub with the end of her tongue. Then I would plunge in again up to the hilt. Then in and out a few times, then all the way out – almost. All the while, sucking and pulling on Lynn's tits. Soon I sat up more, and closed my eyes as I started to feel warm and full.

My orgasm came – and so did I. Thick cum filling Lynn's love channel in bead over bead of a stream. I simply gave a very contented moan through it. And Lynn came in a rolling, second climax that left her lying there in exhaustion.

Amanna moved up on the bed beside Lynn as she came, and watched me as I pumped the last few strokes, finishing my ejaculation. Then she cooed and kissed my wife on the cheek. "Hope you're not tired yet," she intoned.

All Lynn could do was inhale and exhale in huge gasps – totally overwhelmed. Her eyes were closed and her whole body seemed to glow with crimson flushes. But her legs were apart loosely as I looked down on them - my cock throbbed inside of my wife. Amanna glanced up at me with a half-contented grin, but then looked back at Lynn, waiting for her to open her eyes.

Finally Lynn did – at me. It was a strange expression – one that had me worried for about a second. Then she did something I wasn't expecting – she smiled. A small smile, but a smile. She then turned her head slowly to Amanna, and stared at her.

Amanna leaned forward and kissed her on the lips – and they both closed their eyes and shared the intimate gesture. I removed my penis from Lynn's wet love channel and moved along her other side, folding her legs closed gently and then trailing my hand up along her naked front that was rapidly cooling from the sexual interchange. She seemed to shiver slightly and broke off the kiss from my sister.

Amanna moved her hand to catch Lynn's chin, and held her head steady to look at her.

"We… taught… each other." Amanna said softly. "We… ", she licked her lips. Then looked up at me briefly. We'd never spoken of this to anyone. "We loved."

Both Amanna and I sighed at the admission. There was silence as Lynn's face was held – not tightly – but just held by my sister looking at her. "We've known each other all our lives. Been close as family. As brother and sister… trust and honor each other."

I had to say something. "It just… felt right. When we started."

Lynn swallowed hard, and finally pulled her face away, to turn to look at me. It was questioning now. She didn't know what this meant. Didn't know if what I'd said the night before was a lie, whether it was what I'd really meant. Or… if it was what I'd wanted but what I wasn't really able to give.

Amanna cut it all down to basics with a simple statement.

"Baz *wants* to trust you. Honor you…. Love you. Choose you as a partner. Never as a sister."

Lynn was looking at me when Amanna said it – and it hit home with both of us as we stared at each other that the words really were true. Now. They might not always have been – not when I pulled Lynn away from her family on a stupid lark. Not when my mother forced her to become my wife. Not when we started the whole stupid business of being together.

But now I couldn't imagine the feelings I had between my sister and Lynn being any more different than they were.

Lynn turned, away from Amanna, and put up her arms towards me, beckoning for me to come to her. I moved to lie down and embrace her, and melted into her arms as she tightly squeezed me – her eyes watering and the heat that was flowing off her body from not having me against her any more being stopped. She kissed my neck and cheeks and rubbed up my sides for a moment, and I nuzzled her softly.

Then, quite comically, we both looked over in unison at Amanna. My sister was just laying there on her side – looking at us snuggling and kissing. Her face was melancholy. We realized we'd not even had a chance yet to get into what had really happened in her village. What had happened for her – who her husband had been and what her life had been like. Lynn glanced at me for a moment, and her cheeks were starting to glow again. She gulped, then pushed against me. I didn't know what she meant for a moment, but pushed myself up on my hands and elbows, off of her.

Amanna seemed surprised too, looking at Lynn and I questioningly. Lynn sighed nervously, and her hands shook a little bit, but she patted my hips on the far side to move me over. Almost right away I clicked in – moving towards my sister. Amanna gulped and flopped onto her back with a wide-eyed smile. Lynn's hand ran over my buttocks as Amanna's legs parted and I kneeled between them – then I had to look at my wife. Her face was burning red, almost the same color as her hair. And her nipples were stiff and poking out. She reached out with her other hand and brought my sister's hand back out of the way gently, her breathing ragged with nervousness.

I knew what to do – blushing myself now. Amanna looked up at me – still grinning as she lifted her thighs and parted her legs. I looked down to the familiar sight of her pussy – the large lips opening just slightly as a result of her legs being pulled apart. My cock was stiff as a bone upon this new experience of Lynn actually *wanting* me to fuck someone else, and I used my hand to manipulate the base of it, rubbing the head against Amanna's clitoris and large lips to lubricate it. Amanna sighed and closed her eyes.

Lynn murmured a shaky moan and brought her own hands to Amanna's larger breasts, squeezing slightly and feeling the hardening nipples while she knelt beside us, watching intently at what was happening. Amanna let out a long, soft breath through with her lips shaped like an 'O' – then I pushed. Sliding in easily – feeling the sinfully ridged surfaces of the inside of her cunt coat me. Impossibly, I seemed to be able to feel all the tiny differences between Amanna's and Lynn's love sheaths on my prick as I buried it. Amanna's wet warmness clung to me, and I had to shudder myself at the wonderful feeling of being consumed by her. I gritted my teeth and looked over to Lynn.

My wife's red face was transfixed at watching my penis disappear into my sister, as her hands were massaging Amanna's breasts intensely. I let myself grin widely, and pumped just gently, once or twice, withdrawing only a centimeter or two. Lynn let go of one of the breasts and trailed the hand down to the abdomen, flattening out the palm and rubbing while murmuring slightly. Amanna just kept breathing and sighing as I started to fuck her. Then Lynn dipped her hand lower – towards where my sister and I joined.

I found it harder to concentrate on my sister's face – instead wanting to see what Lynn was interested in. She put her fingers where she did when she was pleasuring herself – but on Amanna. Touching and playing for a moment, but with me inside. Then she used her thumb and forefinger to encircle me while I was inside, gripping around Amanna's large lips. Then while I pushed in and out, the lips slid against me too. This was an exquisite feeling that made me head towards the edge of my orgasm quite quickly – and I panted raggedly quite quickly.

Amanna's muscles all tensed up around her abdomen, and she could hear my breathing. Lynn looked a bit surprised, like she'd somehow found a magic way of pleasing us in an ultimate fashion that we didn't know about. She relaxed her grip and leaned forward – starting to kiss Amanna on the mouth; using her tongue. I returned to just stroking easily in and out, holding my sister's legs firmly and watching the two young women.

Amanna started to moan more continuously, and used her hand to stretch out and place between Lynn's legs, fingers going up to search out for my wife's wet spot and explore there. My sister then lay on her back and continued to kiss and suck on Lynn's tongue, fingers inside my wife and me inside of her. Looking at this sight and with continuous pumping, the tension in my loins grew exponentially.

Becoming too much, I went to the edge and pulled out, coming in spurts all over Amanna's abdomen and chest. I groaned profusely as the streams jetted out, making a bit of a mess onto her. Both Amanna and Lynn broke their kissing and giggled as I did this, moving to watch for a moment. Then Amanna started to rub the semen into her chest, and Lynn came over towards my throbbing, dripping member.

"I'll clean you up, Baz.." she said softly. Then she took the base in her hand and put the end of it in her mouth, sucking gently and running a closed and down the length. I winced at the sudden pressure, but shuddered and gripped her head as well.

Amanna just lay there and watched for a moment while continuing to rub in the ejaculate. "MMmmmm… next one is mine." She said with a smile.

I suddenly became aware of how cold it was in the room – my orgasm wearing off and sitting up in the bed making the temperature affect me. I grabbed the covers and swept them up around me, then flopped forwards. Lynn made a quick 'yerk!' sound, as my cock was still embedded in her mouth when I fell forwards – but under them she laughed and crawled up to the dim light at the top where all our heads poked out. I had come down between the both of them, and wrapped my arm around each one of them.

"Ooof. You're heavy." Amanna complained breathlessly with a smile.

"Mmmmph." I responded, then pulled them closer to me, snuggling them under me tightly.

"Rrrghkk!" Lynn laughed. "Baz!"

"I'm tired." I said.

"Just like a man." Amanna said, shoving my arm down a bit. "You've had your fun, and you're done. Hmmph."

My eyebrows went up. Lynn turned her head to look at the side of mine.

"What?" I said into the bed. "You still haven't gotten off?"

"No." Amanna said stoically. "I mean, I was close.. and.. that was fun. But… not all the way."

I turned over, between the two of them, and then moved to clasp them both to me, huffing and puffing from the effort. They both nuzzled up to me and I looked up at the ceiling of the hut.

"Mmmmph." I said. Not frustrated at her – just… trying to figure out what to do. I certainly didn't want her to be disappointed. I wanted everybody to be happy. And I didn't want her to feel conspicuous like it was *her* fault she didn't get off and she was making us all do extra work or something. I mean… I was having fun. I looked over at Lynn.

Lynn looked back at me – a little concerned. Her finger trickling down my abdomen reassured me, though, that she would be fine with whatever I chose to proceed with. I smiled back and then breathed out a sigh – my "thinking" sigh. Amanna just lay there, being held. I don't think she was expecting much.

"You used to like me licking you…" I offered.

Amanna was quiet for a moment. "Yeah." She said tentatively.

"Would you mind if I tried that, and used my fingers too?" I said. "I like that."

Amanna responded immediately. "On one condition."

Lynn looked over me at Amanna. I looked at Amanna too. "What?" we said together.

Amanna took a breath, and answered looking at the ceiling. "I… I'd like to lick Lynn. At the same time. Until I finish."

Lynn's face almost exploded in a fury of blushing, and she gulped at the same time.

"Uh.. that's up to Lynn." I said, looking at Lynn.

I was expecting Lynn to bury her face into my side. To say 'uhm…' and come up with an excuse. Or in the best case express her discomfort. But instead, she nodded. Enthusiastically.

"Okay!" I said with a smile. "Lynn, why don'tcha turn around?"

She did, and I slunk down on the bed to put myself between my sister's legs. It was at this point I remembered that Amanna had been freshly fucked, and smiled at that. The smell of her pussy was inviting, and it was already lubricated. I could hear and feel Lynn getting into place underneath the covers near me – and suddenly hear a sigh from her as Amanna must have touched her up at the other end of the bed.

It was at that point that I lay my head against Amanna's thigh and flicked a tongue along her pussy lips, coaxing them apart. Then I used my fingers to pull them wide, and ran my tongue up along the center, from her entrance to the nub of her clitoris. The clit was still slightly engorged from the penetration and pumping from before – and she was very hot. I licked with just the tip of my tongue for a moment, coating the whole area in saliva.

Following this, I wrapped my lips around the small lips at the top of her vagina and started to roll them around the nub, sucking slightly. In the mean time, one of my fingers went into her. In and out. Just one finger, but enough to lubricate her opening and show her a prelude of what was coming. And I kept the sucking pressure and the rolling motion up. Amanna started to move her thighs a bit, and I could tell her breathing was changing. At the same time, Lynn was starting to make noises. Both the women were obviously enjoying what was going on.