Jessamy Beech Ch. 12: Thanatos

Jessamy tugged her sports bra over her head, "Play with my tits," she told her brother, "the way you and Merida used to."

"You and ... Merida ... and yer brother? All together? At the same time?" Hamnavoe stammered. He took a moment to digest that then kissed the tender skin beneath Jessamy's navel, working his way down, the warm air in the room now perfumed by female musk. His calloused hand slid down over Jessamy's flat belly, combed through her short blonde curls to part her labia.

"Aah ..." Jessamy gasped as Hamnavoe's first and second finger slid into the slick valley either side of her clitoris. Up and down he rubbed, the smooth pressure spreading her moisture, her own natural lubricant. Then finally he squeezed her tenderest morsel between his fingers, making it bulge towards his waiting mouth.

Hamnavoe's tongue curled out to lap away at her as Jessamy spread her legs to allow him easier access. She felt Ross's throbbing shaft brushing the puckered little knot of her anus as he slid languidly up and down between her ass cheeks.

"Suck my clit," Jessamy gasped softly. Hamnavoe used his thumbs to spread her wide. Every nerve jangling contact from him called a sound of purest pleasure from Jessamy's throat. She clasped his head and pulled him closer into her. His lips tugged at Jessamy's clitoris while his tongue massaged it, inches from Ross's balls.

"Hush," Ross whispered, "you'll wake the others."

But Jessamy couldn't hush. It felt so good. Her hips rocked into each suckling pull from Hamnavoe, while Ross pushed forward, sliding up and down her backside with his cock, "Uuh ... I want you inside me."

"Which one of us lass?"

"Both ... of you."

Jessamy looked down and measured her brother's cock with her eyes. It was just as she remembered. Not quite as impressive as Hamnavoe's but what he lacked in length, he more than made up for in girth, "If it'll fit ..."

Ross sighed, "After all these years you're still an ass virgin?"

"Afraid so," Jessamy admitted coyly, "nothing bigger than a man's finger ... or a lady's tongue."

Despite everything she'd gotten up to with Merida and her brother, Jessamy had never indulged in anal intercourse. There'd been some experimentation with Lupita Mpenzi and later with Jiff, but it had always been relegated to her 'to do' list.

Ross carefully pushed two probing fingers into the lubricated rosebud of his sister's anus, wondering who else had been there before. He waited until Jessamy had stopped squirming against Hamnavoe's mouth then in his fingers slid, to the first knuckle, then the second. He massaged her from the inside in slow, firm strokes.

"Oh, fuck ..." Jessamy groaned, wilting back against her brother as Ross scissored his fingers apart, widening her, his unfamiliar intrusion awakening a hidden set of nerves. Her asshole clenched rhythmically around them.

Goose bumps prickled along Jessamy's scarred and bruised arms. Hamnavoe stood up, lifted her right thigh and with his free hand, pressed his cock up against her sopping vagina. Jessamy could only gasp as he suddenly slid all the way up inside, filling her.

Ross increased the stretch of his fingers, as Hamnavoe began to slowly fuck her with long, slow strokes. In seconds, Jessamy's neck arched and her legs stiffened as her first orgasm hit her.

"Slow down just a second," said Ross as Jessamy felt him withdraw his fingers and carefully line up the engorged head of his cock with its target, "tell me if this feels uncomfortable, okay sis?"

Hamnavoe hungrily kissed her, reaching down to flick Jessamy's clitoris as her brother gently squeezed himself into her back passage.

"You taste of me," Jessamy sighed, pushing herself back against her brother's probing cock. Hamnavoe's tongue delved into her mouth as if he couldn't get enough of her.

Then Ross was in. Jessamy felt a slight stinging sensation as her brother's thick cock eased past the sphincter and slid up inside her warm depths. But then the blissful feeling of being totally filled by two men she loved forced everything else out of her head.

This, was all that mattered.

Sweat glistened on Hamnavoe's face as he lifted Jessamy's other thigh. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck as he and her brother began to steadily work themselves in and out of her, their grunts and gasps arousing her all over again.

"Why didn't ... we ever do this ... before Jess?" Ross panted.

But Jessamy was currently incapable of even thinking straight let alone forming words to answer. Wave after wave of hot, spicy tingling sensation washed through her from where Ross and Hamnavoe's cocks pushed up inside her. She'd never felt so alive.

Jessamy arched her back and groaned as she felt them sliding in and out of her, in and out, again and again, their bodies meeting hers with soft slaps each time they penetrated her.

"Uuh, hmm ..." inarticulate noises burst from her throat as their slippery shafts surged into Jessamy's eager body over and over again, both men's thrusts becoming more and more urgent as they supported her weight. Jessamy sobbed out loud as her second orgasm of the night tore through her, making every part of her shudder.

Seconds later she felt Ross cum first. With one final thrust that made her shriek with both surprise and delight, her brother pushed his pulsing cock as far into her as he could, grasping her hip in a vicelike grip as he pumped his essence into the warm, dark tunnel of her bowels.

Hamnavoe gripped Jessamy's thighs as he withdrew from her, his shining cock twitching as it spurted gleaming ropes of semen splashing her belly, the underside of her breasts, her throat and her chin. Jessamy laughed, massaging it into her skin as Hamnavoe staggered backwards and landed in an exhausted heap on the sofa.

Satisfied but now very sleepy Jessamy nuzzled his neck, her limbs still wrapped around the old Scot, "You ... lovely, man."

Ross bent over clutching his thighs and gasping for breath as if he'd just run a marathon, "Bloody ... hell, that ... was incredible."

Hamnavoe gently eased Jessamy on to her side and pulled a blanket over her, pearly strands of their mingled sperm trickling down her thighs, "Dinnae forget lad that yer wife's her best friend. Merida should never find out about this."

As Carrie Underwood warbled softly in the background, Ross pulled his trousers back on, listening for any movement from the bedrooms upstairs, "I really don't think Merida would mind Angus. She was a bit shocked when I told her I was actually Jessamy's long lost brother, but she got over it. That's what you do. You get over it. The world's changed ... and with all the assholes, Reekies and Reivers out there I think love and affection is in pretty short supply. You need to grab it whenever you can. She loves Jess like a sister and would only want her to be happy."

Hamnavoe nodded, seeing the sense in Ross's words. He fussed with Jessamy's blanket, tucking it around her to make sure she didn't get cold in the night.

"You really love her don't you?" Ross asked him.

"Of course I love her. Yer sister saved my life, lad. She trusted me, believed in me, an' she's absolutely fuckin' beautiful. How could I dae otherwise?"

Ross wiped his hand on his trouser leg and offered it to Hamnavoe, "We ... may be a little unconventional Angus, but ... welcome to our family."

Hamnavoe smiled awkwardly, "I willnae shake just now since ye've been fingerin JB's lovely arse, but aye, I feel like a part of it ... now I've shared yer sister an' all," he nodded at Jessamy, "she's gonnae have a shite of a hangover in the mornin' after all that Clynelish an' no mistake, but yer wee sister is an absolute fuckin' legend. Now ... ah'm just gonnae give ma knob a rinse then it's off tae bed."

. . .

The following morning, Newald had refuelled the Phoenix with aviation fuel plundered from RNAS Culdrose and was ready to leave for Northumberland. Ross and John had decided to stay in Madron for a while longer and had made arrangements to contact Berwick Upon Tweed by shortwave radio when he needed picking up.

With four centres of civilisation now to keep in contact with one another - Penzance, Truro, Liskeard and Berwick, it was hoped that the flights would become a regular occurrence, ferrying passengers, food and much needed medical supplies across the country. With Thanatos gone it was safe to make long term plans.

Jessamy did indeed have a shite of a hangover. She remembered how she'd acted the previous night, fucking her fiancé and brother with wanton abandon, and regretted none of it. If anything, Ross and Hamnavoe seemed more concerned by the episode than she did. Jessamy's father, Mpenzi and the kids had thankfully slept soundly through it all - or so they said.

Newald had kept them safe. He'd transported them to their goal, then out of danger to a place of safety in Cornwall and hadn't expected any special recognition for his part in saving the planet from Thanatos. But Jessamy still couldn't bring herself to shake his hand when he offered it. There was something about him she still couldn't quite trust.

Instead she nodded a silent thanks as Newald went through preflight checks in the Merlin's cockpit, and minutes later lifted off into the clear blue morning sky. A sky free of Thanatos.

When Phoenix had faded to a pinpoint dot in the east, Jessamy crouched in front of her daughters, "Right you two. Who wants to go to the beach?"

THE END OF CHAPTER TWELVE

O'Brian looked at his watch. Over a fucking hour until lunch and he was starving. Captain Aubrey had called him onboard the Poseidon so early that morning he'd not had time for breakfast.

It seemed that Jack Aubrey was inventing some new scheme on an almost daily basis and O'Brian was seriously beginning to fear for the old man's sanity. First there'd been no fuel to run the ship. But now they had fuel they no longer had weapons. Poseidon had been emasculated, castrated, according to Aubrey's own words. What good was a Royal Navy frigate without a gun?

O'Brian shifted the weight of his SA80 and regarded the workers in the fields as he strolled along their barbed wire perimeter. Devonport naval base's vast playing fields had been dug up years before and replanted with vegetables. Aubrey used slave labour to keep them ploughed, irrigated and pest free. The precious plants were actually cared for better than the workers themselves.

A sound drifted on the breeze blowing across Plymouth Sound from the west. A rhythmic clattering almost like ...

It couldn't be.

Several of the workers had stopped digging and were peering up into the sky searching for the source.

"Get back to fuckin' work!" yelled one of O'Brian's overseers brandishing a studded night stick.

But the sound grew louder. And louder, until it became absolutely unmistakable what was making it. A helicopter. A battered looking Merlin swept unsteadily over the naval base's buildings from the direction of the Tamar and began to descend ...

"FIRING POSITIONS!" O'Brian screeched, setting aside his curiosity. Until they knew who was in the chopper, he had to assume it was hostile.

A cloud of earth and plant material blasted violently outward as the helicopter came down ... in the middle of the vegetable plots. Workers and overseers alike shielded their eyes and faces from the powerful downdraft as the Merlin settled into the freshly ploughed soil ... and its engines whined as they were powered down.

O'Brian was furious, "ON ME!" he shouted at the other guards and advanced at a run towards the craft, SA80 raised. Whoever was piloting this thing was a dead man.

The pilot, wearing a green flying suit carefully climbed out and dutifully raised his hands.

"ON THE GROUND! ON THE FUCKING GROUND! MOVE!" O'Brian moved closer while the rest of his squad covered the Merlin's side doors.

The pilot lay on the damp earth, face down and clutched his hands around the back of his head.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" O'Brian examined the prone figure, his trained eyes searching for suspicious bulges that might be weapons or explosives, wires, anything out of the ordinary ...

"My name is Brian Newald. I'm l-looking for a Captain Jack Aubrey."

An assassin? A new recruit? "Why? How do you know that name?"

The pilot pushed himself up on his forearms - looking like a grubby green sphinx - and regarded O'Brian with a smug grin, "I know the whereabouts of a certain piece of equipment that the Captain may like to acquire. A weapon ..."

Weapon? O'Brian's ears pricked up, "And? What else?"

"I know the whereabouts ... of one Jessamy Beech."

O'Brian shouldered his weapon, "Jenkins! Go to the Wardroom and get the skipper. Tell him it's urgent. GO!"

COMING SOON - CHAPTER THIRTEEN: NEWLYN

"TARGET ACQUIRED AND CO-ORDINATES LOCKED IN."

"Thank you Laura. Stand by to fire."

"STANDING BY, CAPTAIN AUBREY."