Desperate Measures

"Ah, ah, ah." She chastised me teasingly. "Lie still or I'll stop."

It took every ounce of willpower to do as she said, especially when her other hand began cupping and fondling my balls. They seemed so heavy in her elegant fingers.

She kept eye contact as she tilted her head sideways and ran her soft lips over my shaft in deliberate strokes. I was sure her lips were sensitive enough to feel every vein she traced over.

Oh... fuck...

I tried to relax as much as I could and simply enjoyed the mild, wet suction she applied to my throbbing cock. She clearly wasn't doing this to make me cum, but I doubt I could have withstood another minute without pumping my load down her throat.

As if she was telepathic, And for all I know, she might be, Anna made one final dip, that caused her lips to touch the base of my shaft, and slowly pulled my meat out of her mouth. Letting it flop down on my stomach once more.

The wet slap it made abruptly snapped me back from the edge. The more primal part of my mind longing to break free from my restraints to... 'get creative'.

She didn't say anything, but I saw the satisfied glint in her eyes as she finished drawing the ritual symbols on my hips, crotch and legs. Her cooling spit was a stark contrast to my dick's feverish warmth, the interplay of hot and cold made me groan before I could stop myself.

§7

"That's you all done." She mumbled, inspecting her work with roaming eyes. "Guess that means I'll have to uncuff you, so you can do me." She snapped her gaze up to mine, belatedly realizing what she'd said. "Like draw the symbols on me, not... you know...'doing me'...yet."

She laughed self-consciously, but I decided to be a gentleman and not press the play on words.

Anna produced a small, gleaming key from her robe and had me out of the handcuffs in short notice. I rubbed at my wrists, where the manacles had left a deep mark. My sister winced when she saw the gift the cuffs had left me.

"I'm sorry, Art. I didn't mean to hurt you like that."

"Don't worry about it, sis." I said, "Let's keep going."

"Right." She agreed and fidgeted with the knot of her robe. "Do you want me to lay down?"

I sat up and tilted my head quizzically.

"...Or should I sit down?" she trailed off.

Is she really...?

"Are you really going to tell me that after what we just did, and what we're about to do, you're embarrassed to be naked in front of me?"

Pink colored her cheeks as she looked away. It was the single most alluring posture I had ever seen on a woman. I could feel my legs lifting me up from the bed, to stand inches away from her. I undid the knot without looking away from her face and let the robe slide off her shoulders.

The garment glided down to the floor without so much as a rustle and pooled at her feet in a soft heap. Flickering candlelight outlined Anna's naked body perfectly.

Her perky breasts were delicate, compared to the bouncy juggs I usually preferred, but to me they were perfect. Her toned belly and hips seemed sculpted out of marble the way they seamlessly transitioned into smooth, long legs.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of." I said before lifting her chin. Heat rose from my stomach to my chest as she let me guide her, drawing her against me in a deep kiss.

Anna melted against my chest and I let her part my lips. My fingers pulled her lower back closer and grasped her luscious hair to angle her head backwards ever so slightly. Anna may have reached only a few inches above my shoulders, but the way our mouths locked seemed a perfect fit.

Her kiss was a thing of beauty. When she began to move her soft lips, shaping my mouth open wider, my legs actually threatened to buckle. The tip of her tongue explored mine in lazy circular motions, before she gently pushed me away.

"Save it, Art." She teased, "you have some work to do first."

I admit that it was a bit hard to think straight without the full amount of blood making its way to my brain, but I somehow managed to beat down my caveman instincts and breathe through my more savage urges.

"Yeah." I said in a breathy growl. "What do I have to do?"

§8

Anna showed me the symbols I'd have to 'paint' on her naked form and how to place them. All in all they weren't too different from the markings I'd seen in various archaeological documentaries about fertility goddesses and the like.

"Lie down, sis. And try not to move. I'm not sure I have the steadiest hands right now."

"Pervert." She said warmly, sitting down on the bed and lying down in the exact position I'd been in; her arms raised above her head, legs spread just enough apart to make things interesting. What impressed me the most was that her modest breasts didn't droop in the slightest.

"It's a little uncomfortable with you just standing there, staring at me, Art." She laughed nervously. "Could you maybe just...?"

"Oh- Uhm, sorry."

I picked up the knife from where Anna had placed it and followed her example. Slicing through the thin skin above my cuticle stung a bit, but I repressed the wince. A drop of blood welled to the surface as I mussed over an indecent thought.

Looking back at her I asked, "is spit the only thing we can use to perform this ritual?"

"Why?" she asked, uncertainty making her voice sound curious as she drew out the word.

Without answering I grinned, kneeled down beside her and grabbed both her wrists in one hand. While I held her arms pinned in place I trailed my wounded finger down over her belly. Anna gasped ever so slightly as I reached the small patch of hair she'd neatly trimmed for the occasion.

"It's all about passion, isn't it?" I drawled as I let my fingertip caress the inside of her thigh, watching her eyes dilate in anticipation.

She didn't answer for a long while. Apparently enjoying the sensation.

I kept my touch featherlight, just barely contacting her skin as I drew flowing patterns up and down her leg. The blush on my sister's cheeks deepened and in the corner of my eyes I could see her chest quivering with excitement.

Finally she bit her lower lip in an unconscious gesture and whispered, "Yes."

Sometimes, the sexiest thing a woman can give you is permission.

I leaned my head down and closed my mouth around her nipple at the same moment that my finger found her moist lips. I delicately rubbed little circles over her clit, feeling a shudder running down her spine after a few seconds of stimulation.

She let out a delightfully squeal-like moan, that drove me nearly insane with desire. I felt her nipple hardening beneath my tongue as it followed the same motion as my fingertip.

"Oh, Art." She whispered under her breath as I applied more pressure. Anna's eyes had fluttered shut and the open-mouthed expression of pleasure on her blushing face made me want to do things a man shouldn't do with his sister.

My 'plan' had worked wonderfully; my finger was coated in a tantalizingly amoral mixture of my own blood and Anna's juices.

Without warning I pulled away from her sex, while still restraining her. She drew in a quick breath of disappointment.

"Why did you stop?" she asked befuddled.

"Because I have some work to do first." I replied dryly. Flashing her an evil smile as I drew the first symbol between her breasts. The shape reminded me of a stylized scale.

For the next fifteen minutes or so I covered Anna's naked body with dozens of markings, every now and then rechecking the instructions on the old parchment. I made sure to 'refill on pigment' each time I started a new symbol, making her body arch each time I slid my finger between her pussy lips.

§9

"Oh no..." I remarked troubled.

"What?" Anna asked, worry clearly coloring her words.

"I got a little bit of my blood on your thigh." I covered my mouth in mock horror. My brows arching to enhance the effect.

"Such an asshole," my little sister whispered. Relief letting her sink back into the mattress. "Let me go, you brute, so we can start the next part of the rite."

My comical genius is unappreciated in my time...

With an overdramatic sigh and a shrug of my shoulders I released Anna's wrists and watched her right herself. The motion seemed eerily fluid thanks to all the arcane symbols decorating her toned body.

She mirrored my kneeling pose opposite me and gestured to the pillow with a nod.

"Lie down, Art."

Too late did I recognize the mischievous spark in her brown eyes as I obediently followed her instructions. In a smooth motion she snapped the handcuffs around my left wrist and fastened them around the bedpost with a metallic ratcheting.

"what the-"

For a moment I was dumbfounded that I'd been tied up against my will twice in the same evening, but before I could protest Anna had placed her knees on both sides of my head and looked down at me.

"I told you that I like to see you restrained, big brother."

Her moist pussy was mere inches from my mouth.

"I've wanted to do this for such a long time..."

Her fingers ran through my hair as she purred her desirous confession. The mind-numbing scent of her sex was making me light-headed.

"Open your mouth, Arthur." She commanded. Her eyes were barely open, but I could see the lust she'd held back for what seemed like ages.

I obeyed. My warm pants causing her to shudder as she slowly angled her hips downwards. She intended to make the moment last. My free hand wrapped around her hips and urged her lower back forward, down onto my mouth.

The moment my lips connected with hers I felt my mental barriers breaking. I didn't hold back any longer. I needed to taste her.

"Aaah," she moaned as I kissed her pussy with an intensity I didn't know I possessed. "That's it."

Without inhibition I ran my tongue up and down her wet slit. Bent on lapping up as much of her sweet nectar as I could.

When I felt her hips rocking back and forth I switched tactics and plunged my tongue deep inside her. "Fuck," she yelped surprised as I entered her tight cunt.

Her hold on my hair tightened and after all the teasing I'd subjected her to I knew she wouldn't last long. My upper lip flicked relentlessly over her clit as she rode my face in desperate jerks. She's so close...

Anna suddenly attempted to pull away from my face, but was no match for the strength of my free arm in her frantic state. I held her pressed into me, allowing me to sink even deeper into her amazing pussy.

She was practically dripping down my chin and cheeks when I felt her getting close to the edge.

In a flash of lewd insight I curled the tip of my tongue towards her quivering belly and felt the delicately ribbed surface of her G-spot rubbing against it.

"Don't-" She tried to breathe, but it was too late.

I nearly lifted her from the bed with the eagerness to feel her cum on my face and forced her to experience an orgasm unlike any she'd probably ever had before.

Her face twisted into a deliciously obscene mask of pleasure as the waves of climax ripped through her body. Her fists clenched around my hair as she hastily tried to get off her big brother. I didn't let her, pulling her closer against me. I knew what was coming and needed it more than a man in the desert needs water.

Anna's stomach tensed as she squirted warm fluid into my mouth.

"Art. I'm. Sorry." She whispered overwrought as the ecstatic sensations wracked her slender form. "I. Can't. Stop. It."

Spurt after spurt of her juices gushed down my throat. I drank greedily, having lost all grip on decency, wanting to feel her warmth inside me.

Her body shuddered through several more surges before she could finally breath normally again.

Anna's mouth hung open as she looked down. The deep blush had spread across her face, down to her neck and heaving chest. She looked beautiful.

Only when my vision became blurry did I realize what I'd neglected to do; breathe. My little sister's thighs prevented me from inhaling and my body began to scream for oxygen.

Reluctantly I eased up on the pressure I was still exerting on her back, so Anna could move back.

We stayed like that for a while. Both gasping for breath.

"Jesus, Art," she started, "I'm sorry. I got a little carried away..."

"It's okay." I replied. "I've just never had a girl cum into my mouth like that."

With a light touch she brushed her fingers along the outline of my jaw, tracing my lips with her thumb.

"Did you like it?" She asked sheepishly, unlocking the manacle without looking.

I didn't bother answering. As soon as the restraint clicked open I placed my hands on her hips and lifted her down, so she lay on top of me and I could feel my cock throbbing against her lower abdomen. Our breath mingled in the perfect moment of anticipation, neither able to pretend we didn't want this.

§10

"I love you, Art." Anna whispered as she lowered her lips onto mine. Her hands cradled my head, prompting me to let her slip her tongue into my mouth. One of her hands ran through my tousled hair, while the other supported the back of my neck.

She had full control of my head and was driving me crazy with her eager kissing. It was clear to me that she didn't intend on releasing me from her intimate grip until she was completely sated.

In response I held her hips in place as I angled my own.

It took a few tries to line up my engorged shaft with her exposed pussy. Anna moaned each time my glans brushed between her lips, still sensitive from her orgasm.

When I felt the tip of my dick rest against her moist entrance I pushed into her without delay, though be it very gently.

Anna's kissing became even more excited when she felt me pressing into her tight cunt.

In fact; she was so tight it kind of hurt a little when I stretched her over my broad cockhead. We both held our breath as we enjoyed the sensation of penetration widening her further and further, until the tip was fully inside her.

"This feels so naughty," Anna murmured into my ear, "you're so much thicker than I'd imagined."

She began to move her hips slowly, taking me into her inch by inch. I felt her slickness coating my length and sucked on her earlobe while she concentrated on enveloping me.

"Shouldn't I be wearing a condom?" I asked.

"It's okay. I'm on the pill."

The thought of pumping my seed into my sister's unprotected womb caused my balls to twitch. I knew that with all the excitement of the evening I wouldn't be able to last long once we started fucking, but Anna wasn't likely to outlast me.

I'll make sure of that.

Her nipples hardened noticeably when she finally managed to take me all the way inside her. Unexpectantly, her whole body seemed to give out and she lay limply on top of me, panting heavily.

"Are you alright?" I asked worried.

She inhaled deeply several times before answering. "yeah, it's just... more than I'm used to."

I chuckled. "I know. I've seen that little vibrator you hide under your bed."

"... Pervert."

I could hear the smile in her voice, though and my breath caught in my throat as she started riding me again. Her movements were small and slow, but her pussy felt like a vice, covered with velvet, had grasped my cock. The exquisite constriction made me groan indecently as I embraced her.

Anna kept grinding my meat, never letting more than an inch slide out of her before thrusting me all the way back inside. She did so by gliding her entire form up and down my body. Her nipples were hard points, tracing lines over my chest.

"Anna..." I gasped, "you're too tight. I can't hold back much longer."

"Just a little more." She muttered, "It's sooo good."

It took every fiber of my will not to unleash into her when she mewled that last statement into my ear. Never had a girl pushed me to the edge as fast as my sister had. I felt my balls start to broil with unspent semen, just waiting for my self-mastery to give out.

Need... to... level... the playing field. I thought desperately.

I moved my hands down the small of Anna's back, down to her buttocks and started kneading her firm buns. Small circles at first, but when I felt her responding to the added stimulation I put my strong fingers to good use.

"What are you doing?" she said as I placed the tip of my middle finger against her anus.

"You didn't give me any other choice," I responded, grabbing her hair and guiding her addictive lips back to mine.

I massaged the first digit of my finger into Anna's spasming butthole at the same time her tongue claimed my mouth again.

She exhaled sharply and I felt her tense. Everywhere.

"I love you, Arthur." She barely managed to whisper.

I stopped holding back and thrust into my sisters twitching pussy with all the force her tight fit allowed. I felt her shudder as her body couldn't handle the utter sensational overload of me filling so many orifices.

Ripples of pleasure coursed through her slender form. The orgasm forced her back to arch, yet she never stopped moving or withdrew from our feverish kiss. She needed me as close to her as possible.

That was the last conscious thought I had before my senses washed out with sexual bliss.

I was a purely physical being from the moment my stomach muscles tensed, causing my shoulder to lift completely clear of the mattress, following my sister's bowed back.

The intensity of my climax was deepened tenfold when my balls began pumping thick ropes of cum into Anna's inexperienced pussy.

Without a doubt, I was sure she could feel every single jet of hot semen splattering against her womb. Which only made my balls contract harder.

My cock throbbed in rhythm with the ejaculation, but the sheer force of the sperm rushing out of me made my member pulse with a deliciously vulgar ache.

§11

Eventually the savage surges of extasy wound down and we fell back onto the bed, exhausted.

Anna's head was nestled against my neck, both our chests rising and falling as we tried to catch our breath.

The sex hadn't been physically demanding, nor had it lasted very long, but I couldn't remember the last time an orgasm had made me lose control like that. Apparently the same was true for my sister.

"Wow", I said between pants.

"Yeah," Anna giggled.

"Think that was passionate enough for your little spell?"

"Better hope so... I've never cum so hard in my life."

"Same." I chuckled languidly, my eyes closed, taking in Anna's ambrosial scent.

The candles' soft light glinted off her glistening body as I ran a light caress over her back.

I could feel her heart pounding against my chest and marveled at the woman she'd become. I knew that I'd never see her as just my little sister ever again, even if we'd agreed that this would just be sex for the sake of sex.

Another thought struck me as we lay entwined, covered in symbols, spit, blood, semen, sweat and various other fluids.

"There's no way mom and dad didn't hear us..."

Anna moved her head fractionally, looking up at me with a wicked twinkle in her eyes.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that."

"Oh?"

"At dinner I spiked their wine with Viagra and a powerful sleeping pill." She said contentedly, "I'm pretty sure they banged each other into a coma hours ago. They're gonna be just fine."

Hah, spiked their wine with-

"Hold on! So why did we just perform some sketchy ritual if you were planning to just drug them anyway?!"

"Redundancy, dum-dum." She exhaled, "never hurts to have a back-up plan."

I stared at her for a moment, working through the implications.

"Anna... Does that ritual actually work?" I growled through clenched teeth, my eyes narrowed.

"Don't think so, since I drew it up this afternoon," she mused.

"Then why the hell did you make me do this?!" I hissed in a subdued whisper.

My sister rotated and lifted her body, so she straddled my hips again. Decorated with the 'arcane' symbols and illuminated only with candlelight, she didn't appear nearly as innocent as she'd acted a mere hour ago.