Annika's Islands Ch. 03

"Hey! Sorry I'm late but I found something amazing!" He called out, waving something in front of him.

"Is that a fucking sword?" I muttered to myself in astonishment. Regardless, I ran over and clung to him tightly.

He laughed, returning the hug awkwardly with his arms full, "Missed you too, Angel." He kissed me, a tender, lingering touch of lips and tongue that deepened instantly into something much more.

"Mmm..." I moaned into his mouth, before he drew away. I pouted.

"Did you not notice the sword, bow, extra packs and giant animal fur sticking out of my bag?" He grinned at me oddly, with a faintly amused expression.

"I noticed the sword," I told him honestly, looking at the tiger-striped pattern on the bundle sticking out of his backpack. For a handful of seconds, my brain refused to work. "You didn't uhm..."

"Kill a tiger, skin it, and dry it?" He barely contained a laugh. "No, hon. I found a log cabin..." He explained his remarkable discovery as I helped him unload. It was all easily over 150 pounds, and I understood why he'd been late.

I was rubbing his shoulders when he finished, "...And then I checked the final snare, and a bird was flapping frantically with only one foot caught in the trap. Had to club him with the sword... I'll need to sharpen it a lot to be able to use it as a cutting or stabbing weapon. But at least we'll have a nice dinner." He paused and turned, "You look amazing, by the way, and smell... wonderful. I think I need a bath before I get you all dirty."

I smiled and slipped my arms around his sweat-slicked neck, "I like you dirty." Honestly, the feeling that had faded was back full-strength now that he was in front of me. I literally tingled with my need to have him.

He smiled, kissing my nose, "I smell like sweaty forest, not to mention dirt. By the time it takes the mushrooms to roast, I'll be squeaky clean and won't mind touching you."

My lip pouted out again, "I like how you smell." I inhaled, and truly the scent was mouth-watering, heavy, musky, hot man; inches away from me. "And I already don't mind you... touching me..."

He simply chuckled again, "God, I'm never leaving you alone again." He stared intently into my eyes, "Patience, my Love. You weren't wincing just now, so I assume you're well on the mend. If we're careful, I assure you this will be a very special afternoon." He kissed me briefly, "Patience. I've a couple surprises for you, yet. First, I need a bath, and we both need some food."

While whatever those "surprises" were intrigued me, his promise inspired me into action. "I'll cook, you wash. Hurry up!" I swatted his butt, quickly walking -- not running -- to the fire.

I heard his hearty laugh behind me, but I refused to watch him when he disappeared into the cavern to wash. If I saw him naked, I would attack him like the tiger that had died to make our new bedding.

The ten mushrooms were fairly small, and were roasted completely before Dare had finished bathing. I used the extra time to sprinkle juice over the two halves of fish (he'd cut one in half for me when he'd explained the coco-lemon tree.)

Finally, the raft peeked out and he pulled it towards the nearby shore. "Nice job with the rope, 'Nik, beats having to paddle." He was barefoot as he got out, pulling the lifeboat onto the smooth rocks. He'd slipped on a faded pair of snug jeans, open-chested shirt with rolled up sleeves, and oddly enough, the feathered cap.

Apparently, if I got to dress like a schoolgirl, he got to dress like a pirate. My mouth went dry.

"Smells good..." He leaned down to kiss me, snatched up the 'plates' and headed over to the bed.

My thoughts exactly. I followed him, not unlike a puppy.

"First, a gift," He reached into his shirt and pulled out a single, beautiful flower. It had white, flared petals, with tiny blue and red hair like tendrils at its center, with splashes of violet underneath. "An Annika Orchid discovered by yours truly." He tucked the flower behind my ear.

I blushed deeply, finding it stunning, and flattered he'd named the flower after me. My heart was racing and I found it hard to control my breathing, "It's beautiful, Dari."

He kissed my lips softly, "Not as beautiful as you, Angel." If anyone else in the world had said something so cheesy, I'd have laughed it off. As it was...

I grabbed his collar with both hands, pulling him down onto me with ravenous intent, consuming him with my mouth.

He let out a muffled laugh, "Hey, hey, I'm not going anywhere, Love." His stomach grumbled audibly, "And..."

I sighed, releasing him. Why the hell is he making me wait so damned long? The frown on my face was impossible to miss.

"'Nik?" He asked, setting his plate down.

"What?" I bit off a touch icily, surprising myself but not really caring.

"Angel." I refused to look up from my own plate. "Angel look at me, please?"

Moisture shimmered in my eyes as I did, "Dari?" Suddenly I was extremely confused. What the hell just happened?

"Come here," He pulled me into his lap, flicked off his hat and wrapped his arms around me. "Something's wrong. This isn't you, hon, what is it?"

I sobbed quietly, pressing my face into his chest. "I don't know," I managed rather unhelpfully. Insane though it was, being so close to him was still almost intolerable. I ached all over; my breast felt tight and full, my nipples chafed against my bra maddeningly. The heat pulsing from between my legs was unbearable, and the slightest shift sent electric shocks up my body.

"Talk to me, baby," He crooned, cradling me gently. "You're burning up. Please, talk to me, tell me what you're feeling." He paused for a moment, and I couldn't see his face. After a moment, he noted, "You didn't take any of the shitake for yourself."

I sniffed, and saw him looking at my plate. Vaguely, I sort of understood what he was getting at. He wasn't the type to bring up something random when I was like this, "I... had mine already. You don't think...?"

He looked down into my eyes, "How'd you feel after breakfast?"

I took a shuddering breath, "I was... I got really hot, I guess. I... I had to uhm, in the hot spring... by myself..."

He tilted my head up, kissed my nose, "I'm guessing that's not an everyday thing for you?"

I shook my head. Not in the middle of the day, at least.

"And you ate two more pieces a little while ago."

I nodded. "It started going away before that... for a while."

"And now the feeling's even stronger?"

"...a lot stronger, Dari. It almost hurts." I shuddered, taking a gasping breath.

He pulled me up until I was sitting properly on his lap, my back pressed against his chest. His lips were at my ear, whispering softly, "I promised to take care of all your wants, and needs, Lover." His tongue flicked languidly over the ultra-sensitive lobe, causing a loud moan to escape my lips.

"This i-isn't... I mean... it's not me..." I tried to explain.

"No, Angel. This is you," his hands cupped my breasts firmly. Even through two layers it felt incredible. His lips moved hotly down my neck, "Mmm... and this is me. Right here, right now. Focus on me, on this, on us."

I did. How could I not, with my body burning in his skilled hands? I trembled as he opened the front of my shirt, pressing back into him. God why doesn't he just rip my clothes off? I grunted slightly, wiggling my but into his crotch.

He roughly pulled my bra down, not even bothering to undo it. I'd not noticed him move the straps but appreciated the forethought. His left hand grasped my naked breast tightly; his right went straight to my waist.

I reached down, quickly unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, and couldn't even pull them down half way before his fingers slipped under my panties. I groaned and arched my back, pressing into his hand... hard.

A single finger trailed up the petal-like outer lips of my soaked slit.

My brother's fingertip touched the swollen nub at the apex of my sex, and I lost control. Grunting in a low, animal moan, I climaxed against his hand in violent, jerking convulsions.

To be honest... it wasn't very romantic. But it felt fucking awesome.

Replete for the moment, I collapsed into him, noticing the bulge pressing stiffly into my ass. My pleasure was a steady tingle for the moment, satiated slightly but ready to roar back to full strength with the slightest provocation.

I wiggled against him.

"Better?" He caressed me slowly in a soothing series of touches, kisses to my neck, nuzzling his cheek to mine.

"Mmhm," I nodded, still taking deep breaths. "It's weird; the feeling is almost gone now, like background noise." I licked my lips, half turning towards him, "Definitely not completely gone."

When I didn't get a response, I tilted my head, "Dari... I believe I'm not the only one needing some... release."

He smiled tiredly, and I could only imagine my disheveled state; shorts half-pushed down, shirt open, bra dangling loosely around my torso.

"I'm fine, Love. It... wouldn't be right."

What? You're harder than Advanced Trig! "I really wouldn't mind, Dari. Really, it's not like you can hide it." I chuckled, elated. It felt like a weight had been lifted from my chest. Now I was definitely up for the second course; and on my own terms this time.

I'd always wanted to try out oral sex on him. Oddly enough, I never really enjoyed it with any of my ex-boyfriends. They'd always pushed me into it. With Dari -- I'd be in control.

He sighed, pulling my shirt closed, "I can't, Angel. Not now, with some sort of drug in your system. It would be like... I don't know. Date rape, or something."

I blinked, honestly shocked, "Dari! I love you! I'd want you regardless of the damned mushroom." I kissed his neck gently, "I'd really like to know how you taste..."

"And, someday, you'll find out." He told me firmly, "when you're sober."

A frown touched my face. "But-"

"No! Nik, I poisoned you!" He grimaced, "And... and I was here to take care of the symptoms, but what if it had stopped your heart? What if there are other side-effects? Who knows what it's doing to your body right now!"

The outburst startled me, but I felt great, now. I felt the same as I did when I'd woken up. I loved him, wanted him. Not the lust-crazed burning; just the normal, smoldering heat I'd had for him for over a year.

I tried to assure him, "I feel fine, now. You made me feel better, Love. I don't even have a tummy ache."

He spun me around to face him fully, holding my shoulders. He had a pained expression on his face, and his eyes were wet. "Try to see this from my perspective. You'd cooked and given me a poisonous drug accidentally, turning me into a sex-starved animal. You don't know what else it could or would do to me." He took a slow breath. "Would you be at all interested in your own pleasure, in that situation?"

I pondered the scenario. No... not knowing what he'd be thinking, or not trusting it, I would only be interested in his safety.

Though I probably would have 'assisted' him with a good hard fucking, I doubted a sex-crazed Darian could have been satisfied with less.

"Ok, but it wore off in a few hours before, or maybe it started wearing off after I came earlier. I was planning a special night with you, almost a year ago, without funny mushrooms. I'm not sure I'll be able to wait much longer." I told him seriously.

He cracked a smile, "You think of that outfit before or after... ehm... double clicking your mouse?"

I stared at him for a moment, vacuous. "...What?" I couldn't believe the words that had just come from his lips.

"Masturbating? You know, cause..."

"I know what you meant!" I laughed, cracking up suddenly. "Oh my God!"

He patiently waited for the fit of giggles to slowly calm down to a dull roar.

"Oh, Dari; you're just filled with surprises. Honestly!" I shook my head, pulled my shorts up and fixed my bra. "After, I guess; though the first time was at the Halloween party. I saw a Japanese model dressed up in something similar in that calendar you had in your room."

"You weren't supposed to see that. It was a gift from Caleb," He blushed. Darian wasn't the "porno" type.

I just grinned, picking up my plate. Suddenly, I was ravenous.

"Let's play tonight by ear, ok?" He picked up his own cold food, taking a small bite of fish. "No preconceptions, expectations, or pressure. Just two people who love each other, going wherever our mood takes us."

"Sounds like a great idea." I popped a red berry into my mouth.

And if all else fails, I did make rope. I grinned slightly to myself.

He set down his pack beside the bed while I poured the brandy. It was dark, out beside the lake, other than the small campfire and slowly burning torch I'd made. Dari had complimented me on my crafting skills, and I'd beamed with pride.

It seemed there were more stars than empty sky, and the constellations were more an explosion of twinkling lights than the typical Illinoisan night sky that I'd grown up with. My back was to the fire as I stared up at them, marveling in their beauty.

My brother took the collapsible cup I'd been holding, eyeing it briefly. His eyes flicked back to me, "She's nothing compared to you." He sipped his half, while I capped the bottle. I'd promised to drink only half a cup -- not knowing if it would interact with the remnants of funny mushrooms in my system.

He handed me the cup, "Your eyes are blue, now." He had a gentle smile while he said it.

"So are yours," I sipped the cup slowly, wondering why he hadn't joined me in bed yet. Not out of lust... but because I enjoyed feeling his arms around me.

"You're happy when your eyes are blue," He noted, calmly unwrapping something out of sight, behind his pack.

I frowned with curiosity, "Yours do the same. What are you doing over there?" I leaned up to peek.

"Hey! Close your eyes, I'm getting that surprise."

"But-"

"Close 'em, missy."

Missy? I closed my eyes anyways.

"Don't open them 'till you hear my voice, ok?"

"'Kay," I whispered, blindly taking another sip. I loved surprises, especially from him.

After a moment, I heard music. Almost opening my eyes, I forced them to tighten shut. I simply enjoyed the gift, sitting at the edge of the bed, swaying slightly. It was beautiful... and vaguely familiar. Soft strings so vibrant it felt as if the violin was actually in front of me.

His voice, soft and raspy at the same time, joined the music. He sang... and I realized I'd never heard him sing before.

My eyes opened.

"If you could only see the way she loves me, then maybe you would understand; why I feel this way about our love, and what I must do..." He looked into my eyes, "If you could only see how blue, her eyes, can be when she says..." The note hung almost palpably in the air.

"When she says she loves me..."

My lower lip trembled, my eyes watery. He knelt in front of me, setting the actual violin down, and kissed me.

"Oh Darian..." I whispered, kissing him back passionately, my tongue tasting him, letting him draw me in. No one had ever kissed me like this... the length of my tongue being suckled and caressed, as if he were feasting on me.

"Tell me..." He commanded between his kisses, pausing only long enough for the words.

Not long enough for a coherent response, of course.

"Mmmn," I offered as I sucked his tongue in a fair approximation of his technique.

"What was that?" Again, his lips and tongue returned the second the words were out.

I couldn't help but giggle, which broke the kiss.

He regarded me with an amused smirk.

"I said I love you," I breathed, huskily nibbling his lower lip.

"Mmm; do you really now?"

"...With all of my heart."

He raised a brow, "Is that so?"

My eyes narrowed, "Yes. I've never meant something so much."

He licked his lips, playfully, "Prove it."

I knew he was teasing me, but I'd every intention of doing exactly that.

I gestured casually, "I suppose you can't be bought, rich boys like you with your fancy violins."

He shrugged, "Probably not."

"And I suppose actions speak louder than words..." I went on to ponder aloud, secretly loving this new little game.

"You would be correct, Angel," He whispered back, his eyes intense.

My brain really had to delve deep, trying to figure out exactly what my brother "required" as proof.

"Well you're not a typical guy... that's certain. I doubt anything as crude as a blowjob would prove anything to you."

"Yep," He agreed simply, offering nothing.

Strike one, Annika, I grinned a little. "And you're not at all selfish... so a massage is out."

"Mmhm." Strike two.

"I think only a great sign of trust would be appropriate. To show you I respect and have faith in you."

"Indeed," he carefully put the violin away, most likely sensing our game was drawing to a close. "And how might you do that?"

I stood in front of him, letting a hand fall to the front of my shirt. "First, I'll hide nothing from you."

My hands trailed down the center of my shirt, unbuttoning slowly. As I slipped it off I allowed my hands to trail down my body to my shorts, unbuttoning them and slipping those off with a wiggle of my hips.

His eyes watched me as I reached behind my back, not at all self-conscious as I let my white bra fall to my feet, or as I hooked my fingers under the string of my thong panties, tugging them down to my ankles.

I stepped away from my clothes, kneeling before him and spreading my legs. My breath came faster, and a flush ran through my body -- of excitement, not embarrassment. Leaning backward slightly, I trailed both my hands down my body, and parted the lips of my sex, showing him everything. I was his; mind, body, and soul.

He reached up, eyes raking over my nude body, and gently removed the simple thread ties holding my pig-tailed braids in place. He ran his hand through my black, now slightly wavy strands.

Then, amazingly, he reclined back on the mound of thick furs covering our bed, "And second?" He licked his lips, taking in all of my body.

I bit my lip, and took a self-conscious glance down reflexively, suddenly nervous. I did trust him, but god, this wasn't like me. My breasts were pale, tipped with rosy peaked, hardened nipples. My tummy flat, thanks to good genes and sensible exercise, yet also still quite pale in the fire's light. Just below was completely smooth-shaven, still fresh, white skin. I'd shaved for just this occasion, typically I'd leave a trimmed black triangle, but I'd a feeling bare would be great for a lover who liked... using his mouth.

My mound was rather puffy, and almost too girlish, I thought privately. From this angle I couldn't see the faint hint of pink outer lips, but I felt the cool wind caress my wetness. If I hadn't been spreading myself for him, they would have been almost completely hidden. I'd always wanted a more... bold sex, with thick lips that showed without my fingers helping.

I chose to ignore my legs, which looked long only in certain outfits and with certain shoes, but I was glad I was kneeling instead of standing. My feet, behind my back, were thankfully the only thing I wasn't showing. I hated my toes, so small and crooked.

The look on his face was slightly reassuring though, and I knew he found my body attractive, even if I would never understand why. His eyes were on me as if he was looking at a delicious steak. I shivered. "Second, I'll open myself fully to you. Mentally, emotionally," I leaned back on my knees, parting my legs wider. I was using one hand now, to part myself for him. I loved how that looked in the mirror, like parting petals of a flower. Oddly, I wondered if my entrance looked any different now that I'd given him my virginity, "And... physically."