Blessed Ch. 06

In answer, Gabby redoubles her own efforts. She gets a hand around the base of Kit's cock once more and begins to bob her head, fucking her face on his rampant prick. Saliva and precum drip down his length and splatter her hand. Wet slurping noises from her mouth as she sucks him, swallows him, devours him.

Brother and sister are locked in a kind of feedback loop, each trying desperately to get the other off before they themselves trigger. Hoping to stave off their own orgasm long enough to get their partner off.

Kit feels the urge to cum rising. Her gently insistent kneading of his testicles combined with the forceful thrusting of her mouth on his erection is working. He twists his head a little and focuses all his tongue and lip and teeth action on her little bud. Her ass heaves in his hands, tan skin turning white against his fingers, as she begins to climax.

A second later, Kit feels his own explosion begin to crest. Balls churning, he finally gives in to the primal urge and thrusts his hips upward. His cock slides with buttery ease and erupts. His cock swells in size, throbbing and pulsing, and begins to fire a seemingly endless salvo of pearly white jism across his sister's tongue and down her throat.

She comes up for air, gasping and choking, cum dribbling from her nose, almost mindless as her own orgasm overtakes her. She shudders and shivers over Kit's body. The muscles in her thighs bunch and convulse as her legs close over the sides of his head and her pussy pushes against his mouth.

He is still coming, sending pearly ropes of thick, viscous cum across her face and hair, and when she collapses, smearing her cum-soaked visage across his thigh, his proud column of flesh extends over her shoulder, still spraying its precious load. Thick puddles of goo decorate her shoulders, her back, soaking into her bra strap, her skin.

When it is over, Kit's cock still stands erect. Raw and red, streaked with fluids, waving proudly from between his legs. Gabby slowly rolls off of Kit onto her back beside him. He cranes his neck. Her entire face is coated white, including both eyes. Cum bubbles form at the corners of her full lips as she breathes heavily from an open mouth. Kit admires the way her full, ripe tits, still encased in her bra, rise and fall with each breath.

"You okay?" Kit asks softly.

Gabby only nods. She sits up, wiping cum from her eyes and licking her fingertips. "Better than okay," she says at last. Her long pink tongue scrapes across her cum-coated lips. "I wish I could have swallowed all of that, though."

Within her cum stained face, Gabby's eyes widen slightly. "You're still hard." She smiles, reaching out a slim, long-fingered hand to grip his fleshy stalk. "I could get used to this." She releases him and catches drips of cum sliding off her chin. She feeds it to herself with a wink in Kit's direction.

"Could you...," Gabby pauses, licks her lips, "I have some towels in my saddlebags. Would you get them for me?"

Kit nods. He pads across the grass to Gabby's horse, who shies a bit from the naked man with the flagging erection. Kit soothes the animal with words and a trickle of power. He reaches into the saddlebag on the left and finds a change of clothes for Gabby, as well as a number of rolled towels. He pulls a few free and walks back to the blanket.

Gabby has reached behind her back to unsnap her bra and is pulling it off. She tosses it on the pile, large breasts bobbing delightfully, nipples hard and enticing.

"Aw, did the mean ol' horsie scare you?" Gabby says, pointing at Kit's soft penis.

"Can't you just be nice?" Kit says, kneeling beside her. He unrolls a towel and begins to wipe down her back.

Gabby reaches out to cup his balls, gently massaging them with her fingertips. "I am being very, very nice, Squirt. Nicer than most big sisters, at any rate." Her gentle ministrations have him hardening, and as Kit's cock begins to rise between his thighs, she shifts her grip, wrapping her slim fingers around the base of his cock. Slowly, she slides her hand up and down his length.

Kit continues to wipe his semen off his sister, moving on to her pretty face. When her lips are clean, he leans forward and kisses her fiercely, a kiss she returns with equal passion.

Gabby's palm presses against the head of Kit's cock, coating it in precum, which she then proceeds to slicken his length with. Wet sounds accompany her movements as she slowly jerks him off.

Kit tosses the towel aside and shifts, climbing over Gabby's outstretched legs to kneel between them. Gabby leans back on her hands, arching her back and thrusting her large breasts into prominence. Kit palms them, his large hands unequal to the task of containing their pulchritude, but finding it an enjoyable task nonetheless. While his thumbs manipulate the hard nubs of Gabby's rosy nipples, he kisses her chin and throat. His sister purrs.

Kit kisses his way down her neck and along her collarbone. He drags his tongue along the top of her left breast, down into the cleavage formed by his hands pushing her magnificent tits together. He trails his tongue up the other slope, ending with a wet kiss at the apex, before tonguing his way down the curve of her right breast, seeking her nipple. Gabby gasps when his lips fasten around it and his tongue lashes against it. Gently but insistently he begins to suckle at his sister's teat.

Gabby moans. "You have a very talented tongue, Squirt," she says breathlessly. Kit doesn't respond. His mouth is full. He lingers on her right breast a few moments more and then kisses his way across her impressive chest to her left nipple, giving it the same treatment.

Gabby sighs. She begins to lean backward. Kit follows her, mouth still firmly latched on her delectable tit, as she settles back on the blanket. Her legs scissor open wider and then wrap around Kit's waist, powerful thighs and calves pressing against him, urging him closer. His rampant cock, leaking copious precum, nudges against her smooth belly.

No longer leaning on her hands, Gabby is now free to touch Kit as well. One hand presses against the back of his head, mashing him against her tit, while the other reaches between them to wrap around his iron-hard length. She squeezes and caresses. Precum squirts from the tip and decorates her navel.

"I need my little brother's big cock inside me," Gabby says, gasping and trembling.

Still suckling, Kit adjusts his hips, pulling away from Gabby. Gripping his length, Gabby guides him to the entrance of her pussy. She rubs the angry purple head of his cock against her moist lips. Kit's sensitive cockhead feels her engorged clit almost flatten as she rubs him insistently into her flesh. Gabby's hips shiver. The plum-shaped head presses into her pussy lips and Kit jerks his hips forward, driving the first few inches of his cock into his sister.

Gabby cries out. "Twelve Gods," she says. "Fuck me, Squirt. Fuck me hard."

Kit's hips slam forward, driving his girth into her balls deep in one thrust. Gabby's thighs and calves tighten around him, while her inner heat and moisture welcomes him, soaks into him, and grips him. Kit lays there for a few measured heartbeats, enjoying the feel of Gabby's clasping pussy around his cock, and her lean, soft body beneath him.

He bites down gently on the nipple in his mouth and begins to fuck his sister. He pulls out quickly, until only the head of his cock remains trapped by her tight lips, and then just as quickly slams forward, balls bouncing on her full, taut ass. Her body shakes beneath him as he starts to hammer her in earnest, hips pumping, hardness piercing her, her inner muscles caressing and gripping him with equal fervor.

Her tits bounce with his every thrust, and he is forced to release his oral hold on her breast. He raises up on his arms and looks down at her, admiring the way her large breasts swing up and down with every violent slam of his cock into her steamy depths. Gabby's stormy eyes look up at him with lust and admiration, full lips parted to let quick, hitching breaths escape.

Her hips move with his, meeting his every thrust and jab and poke with enthusiasm. Her arms encircle his shoulders, wrapping her entire body around him as he fucks mercilessly into her, stoking her inner furnace. With every downward movement, he flattens her clit as his body crashes into hers.

Gabby makes wordless cries, throwing her head back. Nothing she says makes any sense. Her climax is fast approaching. Kit redoubles his movements, urging her along faster. He plunges into her depths with greater speed, thick ramrod piercing his sister's pink, wet folds. And then Gabby is crying out loud and long as those pink folds constrict around Kit's cock. Her body shudders and shakes beneath him as she is overcome.

Kit doesn't pause, although he does slow a bit. He tries to extend her orgasm, drawing it out, fucking into her continuously. As her pussy contracts and grips him, he feels the pressure build at the base of his cock. He starts cumming on the upstroke and savagely thrusts home as deep as he can as the second spurt of thick jism squirts from his cock. He holds himself there as his cock swells and throbs and bucks deep inside his sister. Viscous ropes of semen spiral into her ready womb with each pulse.

Time seems to dilate. Kit feels like he is floating as he pours himself out into his sister. His senses expand outward. He feels the orange tree that hangs over them, feels the energy pouring out of him and into the surroundings. The blossoms on the tree open up despite the fact that is midday. The fruit on the branches suddenly ripens, expanding out into full size. A few of them grow so engorged that they plummet from the tree and fall all around Kit and Gabby.

The horses shy away, deeper into the orchard.

Kit's senses contract and he is himself once more, sprawled across Gabby, breathing heavily. She is purring beneath him, her arms and legs still enfolding him, hands caressing his back and shoulders.

"You're still hard," she says, tightening her inner muscles to grip him.

He gasps, despite himself. Then smiles. "What do you plan to do about that?"

"Mmmm," she says, considering. "Animal Husbandry 101?"

Kit arches an eyebrow and smiles.

Without another word, Gabby pulls away from him. Kit's cock comes free with a schlucking sound that makes Gabby release a little self-conscious giggle. She turns around, lifting and settling those gorgeous legs as her delectable ass comes into view. Gabby looks over her shoulder as Kit palms her ass cheeks and gently squeezes. She purrs again as his strong hands knead her plush flesh.

"You know," she says, "once you put a baby in me, I might let you fuck me in the ass."

Kit shakes his head, half in lust, half in wonder, eyeing the tiny opening between her cheeks. She says what he's thinking: "Of course, I'm not sure you'll fit."

Kit releases one cheek and grips his cock at the base, nudging it against Gabby's moist lips. A mixture of her fluids and his sperm coat her pussy, and fluids begin to seep out faster as Kit sinks home into her, feeling her warmth and tightness around him once more. He releases a lustful growl as he bottoms out within her. Gabby moans as the head of his cock bumps up against her cervix.

The siblings stand still for a moment, savoring the feeling. Then Kit leans over, covering his sister with his body. He feels her plush cheeks against his abdomen and reaches around to cup her full, swaying tits. Her hard nipples press into his palm, and he captures them between his fingers and tugs gently.

Gabby's hips react, pushing back against her brother. With a grunt and a smile, Kit begins to fuck her again. The muscles in her ass and thighs ripple with every thrust and she releases little cries each time his cockhead strikes her cervix. Kit's heavy balls swing between his legs as he hammers into her again and again.

"You like that pussy?" Gabby says. Kit grunts. "Yeah? Fuck that pussy. Fuck your sister's pussy."

She's been mostly silent each time they have fucked, but for the occasional moans, gasps, or grunts, but now she starts talking? Kit shakes his head in wonder and bemusement. He likes it, almost as much as he likes fucking his big cock into her.

"Yeah, I like this pussy," he says, smiling as he thrusts into Gabby.

"You like fucking your own sister? Your own flesh and blood? You like the thought of fucking a baby into my womb?"

Kit groans again. Her words enflame him almost as much as the tightness of her passage and the way her hips push back against him.

Kit releases her tits and raises himself up, moving his hands down Gabby's flanks to hold her by the waist. He looks down at her smooth, arching back. In his mind's eye he sees lusher curves, paler skin, lighter and more bouncier hair. For a moment, Kit imagines she is Grace, and he feels the pressure building in his balls.

"Fuck your sister, fuck your sister, fuck your sister," Gabby is chanting, as her own climax begins to climb. Kit, still imagining Grace beneath him, begins to slam into Gabby with greater speed and urgency, almost frantic.

As Gabby cries out and her pussy clamps down hard on his thrusting cock, Kit feels his balls contract and a tidal wave of cum surge up and out of him, painting his sister's womb white. Gabby slumps forward, breathless and shivering as her orgasm continues to claim her and Kit's orgasm continues to empty into her.

They collapse into a sweaty heap upon one another, sprawled out on the blanket. Kit is gasping while Gabby takes deep shuddering breaths. She blows a lock of hair out of her eyes and smiles wickedly at Kit. "That was a good one, Squirt."

Gabby looks thoughtful for a moment. "Confession time."

Kit rolls off of her and lies down next to her, still catching his breath and trying not to feel guilty. Her words make his ears prick up.

Gabby looks away, one cheek pressed almost flat against the blanket. "I have had a crush on one of my brothers for a long time." She pauses. "And it isn't you."

Kit feels an unwarranted stab of jealousy.

"So, being able to do this with you is probably the closest I'll ever get to being with him."

Kit stares up into the sky, through the scattered branches of the orange tree. "Who is it, if you don't mind me asking?"

Gabby blows air through her lips. "I've gotten this far. Why is this part so hard?"

"Take your time." Kit forces himself to keep cool. He has no right to feel this way, considering his fantasy of Grace, not to mention the plans for his summer. It still kind of bothers him, though, that Gabby was clearly thinking of someone else while they were fucking just now. Even though he was doing the same thing.

"Drake," she says finally, pursing her lips, still not looking at him.

Kit sits up and leans toward her, pulling her gaze back to him. "Drake? Really? I mean, I could believe Connor, he's a decent guy, but Drake?"

Gabby blushes furiously, looking away again. "I know, I know, he's a bit of a rogue and a cad, but he's just. So. Damn. Sexy."

Kit lays back down, clucking his teeth. "Well. I know one thing."

"What's that?"

"Drake would be the biggest fool in the Empire not to spend as much time as he possibly could with you."

She is quiet for long moments. "Maybe. He's probably not going to be too interested after I give birth to your baby." As she speaks, Gabby finally rolls over onto her back. She lifts her hips while placing a hand over her jism-coated pussy, and then raises her long, smooth legs up perpendicular to the ground.

"You never know," Kit says honestly. His momentary jealousy is receding. "Our family is kind of crazy."

She laughs. "I guess so." She finally looks at him again. "Thanks, Kit."

"Sure. Actually, I have a confession to make, too."

"Oh?"

"When we were, just now, I was thinking more of Grace than of you."

"Really? Grace? Isn't she a little," and Gabby pauses to puff out her cheeks.

"No," Kit says, shaking his head. "Not at all. She's gorgeous. I honestly can't stop thinking about her. Obviously. I mean, you're gorgeous too, and I still let my mind wander to her."

"I guess that's okay," Gabby says slowly. "I knew we weren't going to be exclusive this summer. Kind of the whole program. I can't say I'm not a little hurt, though." She smiles, leans over with her knees bending and feet pointing, and kisses him lightly on the nose. "Which is stupid, considering what I just told you."

"We are terrible, aren't we?"

"Completely, Squirt. Completely."

They share a look, and immediately start laughing. Kit suddenly breaks off and sits up quickly. His senses have picked up a human heartbeat, approaching rapidly. In one smooth movement he is on his feet, an open hand extended out to the air. At the edge of the blanket, his sword lies in its scabbard. The blade flies into Kit's hand, handle slapping into his open palm, as a haggard, bedraggled peasant stumbles into the clearing.

The man is middle-aged, red-faced, his hair matted to his head by sweat. "Thank the gods," he coughs out.

"What is the meaning of this intrusion?" Kit demands, pointing the blade in the man's direction.

"Punting," he says. "Reavers."

Kit looks at Gabby. No longer on her back, she stands in an awkward pose attempting to cover her nudity, a shocked expression on her face.

Punting was a little fishing village on the coast when Kit was a boy. He imagines nothing drastic has changed, and back then they were neither well defended against invasion nor the kind of place that needed to fear raiders. But the horror on the peasant's face, fading to relief at finding someone to share his news with, cannot be denied.

"Get dressed," he tells Gabby, following his own advice. Once he has his pants and boots on and his sword strapped around his waist, he summons his horse. As he climbs astride the mount, he looks back at Gabby. She is struggling into her clothes, looking worried and bewildered.

"Get to the mansion. Send word to Thrace and have him bring a contingent of soldiers to Punting."

"Where are you going?" Gabby demands. She sounds shrill.

"Punting," Kit says simply.

"By yourself? Kit, don't, it's too dangerous."

Kit's smile doesn't reach his eyes. "So am I."

He spurs the horse, letting a little energy bleed into the animal to increase its speed. It is five miles from the orange orchard to Punting, and he needs to be there as quickly as possible. Even if it kills the horse.

The countryside blurs around him as the horse races to the village. Kit has time to worry about leaving a half-naked Gabby alone with a peasant. The man was exhausted and clearly more concerned about his home, and that thought makes Kit feel immediately guilty for automatically suspecting foul play from a man, just because he's a peasant.

The village comes up quickly, focusing Kit's attention on the present. It's an idyllic little place of wattle and daub homes and narrow lanes set on a quiet little bay. In the water, Kit can see a large three masted ship with black sails. His lips become a thin line as he charges down the main street.

There are bodies in the alleys and doorways. Blood turning the ground to mud. Reavers - twisted mockeries of human form, men and women who sailed too close to the edge of the world and came back with scales and fins and tentacles and evil souls - lurch around the village with hands full of bloody weapons and stolen goods.

The horse collapses beneath Kit, its heart bursting, and he leaps from the saddle to land on his feet in the middle of the street. Reavers suddenly become aware of his presence and move to attack. Three of them are dead before they take a full step, heads plummeting to the ground with wet thumps.