No Force of Nature Ch. 04

"For love." he whispered grabbing her hair and bringing her back to his mouth. She cupped his face with her hands, enjoying the rough stubble underneath her fingers. His tongue was driving her mad with need. Her love for Liam was too powerful a thing to be controlled or tamed. She knew it was time. Time for her to show him through the physical act just what it was he meant to her.



He felt it. The powerful waves of heat coming off their bodies and twining together like a strand of fate. They were at the apex, the peak of their love. He couldn't wait any longer and wasn't surprised when he pushed her down to the soft carpet, pressing his hard dick into the heat between her thighs, that there wasn't any guilt accompanying his lust today. There should be no guilt. His love for her was strong and pure, protective in its nature and nurturing in his heart.

"For love, Mags." he whispered against her kiss swollen lips. He straddled her body, sitting up and running both his hands from her shoulders, over her collar bone, pausing for a second to squeeze and caress her breasts, finally landing on her abdomen. "I love you so much." his eyes met hers and he smiled as her own up tilted lips. Her hair had fanned out around her head creating a pillow of curls and waves.

Her hand reached up and he leaned forward so she could cup his face. "I love you too, Liam. Brother." she went up on her elbows and nibbled his lips before whispering. "Lover."

The damn broke.

Liam grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up over her head, tossing it who knows where in the room. He relished in the fact that she hadn't put a bra on that morning after her shower. He lowered his face to the milky smooth mounds and took her right nipple into his mouth, between his teeth. She moaned and thrust her fingers into the curls on his head, tugging and pushing him harder against her skin, urging him on with the incessant noises she made. God how that noise made his cock impossibly harder for her. Her skin still smelled of her soap, coconut and berries. The scent tangled itself into his senses and took hold of some wild beast he had contained inside.

He trailed his teeth and tongue along her skin, pressing his fingers into her back to bring her chest as close to his tongue as possible. She had curled her legs up, stroking his hips with her bare feet. He set her back on the carpet and looked at her marked up breasts as they rose and fell in a breathless haze. Her eyes were on his lips, her teeth nibbling into her own lips with need. His fingers trailed down over her breast, tracing the sweet bottom curves of the mounds and then grazed down to the button of her jeans she had put on before breakfast. He flicked the button open and kept his eyes on her as he lowered the zipper. Her breathing became more erratic when he hooked a couple fingers in her belt loops and pulled the jeans off of her body like the second skin they were.

She had the skimpiest, black lace underwear on her luscious frame...and they were dripping wet from her heat and need. He licked his lips and lowered his body over hers.

"Not fair." she gasped as his teeth took hold of the soft flesh of her thigh. He massaged the skin and kissed it as if his very life depended on the strokes of his tongue against her flesh. He paused at her words and rose his eyebrows in question. "I'm nearly naked and you are fully clothed."

Hr grinned, taking her other thigh in hand and treating it to the same delectable bites and kisses he had reigned on the other. So close to her pussy and yet so far. She could nearly feel his tongue on her he was so close. "And?" he asked, egging her on.

"I want to see you, Liam." She cried out his name as his lips moved to the meeting of pelvis and thigh. The erotic suspense was too much, she thought she would come just from the proximity of his lips near her pussy.

"Wait your turn." He murmured, trailing suckling kisses until his lips came in contact with the soaked lace. His tongue pushed against the fabric and he smiled at the taste of her and the small gasp that escaped her lips. Her complaints ceased for the next few minutes as he felt the pulse in her leg race and his tongue push the fabric further and further into her body. "Liam." She moaned as the flimsy fabric split and his tongue touched the silken, moist skin within her. A sound escaped his mouth, almost a growl as he inhaled the feminine musk of her need...and the monster released once more.

He tore the lace off her body and plunged his tongue inside her. She screamed his name and arched off the floor, her hands stroking and pushing his head closer to her body. He kissed and nipped the sweet flesh with an unrivaled hunger that couldn't be tamed. It was as if all the years of wanting, of yearning for each other had culminated in this one moment, these few hours. They were together in their own bubble of bliss and nothing would stop him from showing her what she meant to him.

He inserted two fingers into her quivering body and moved his tongue to her clit. She moaned at the slow and tempered strokes that were driving him just as crazy as her. He wanted to ravage and stroke with hard speed, but he slowed his pace...wanting her pleasure to last. Finally after her moans had risen in volume and her entire body was shaking with need he added a third finger and gently wrapped his teeth on her clit.



The orgasm broke her. She had never in her life felt such overwhelming pleasure from a man. Her body shook and she couldn't help as her nails dug into his scalp and her screams rent the air. Wave after wave of sharp pleasure and heat coursed from her pussy. Liam's tongue continued to wring more pleasure from her body as she came. The next orgasm wasn't hard to get to. It was harder and longer, slamming through her body like a tidal wave. Cresting and falling with something akin to a beautiful grace. Throughout the orgasm their eyes had locked, she saw exactly what it meant to him to cause the screams of pleasure she couldn't help but release into the air.

As she caught her breath, he knelt over her body and kissed his way up her abdomen, taking a few seconds to suckle her nipples and finally ending back on her teeth bitten lips. His hand cupping her pussy and easing her down from the orgasm. As she kissed him she realized she loved tasting herself on him. It was a bit predatory but she couldn't help but love how he had, for those moments, owned her body completely.

"Is it my turn yet?" She asked against his lips, her hand reaching down to cup his cock. He groaned and shook his head. The look in his eyes made her want to come again. This thing, this beast that she had glimpsed when he came to her in the shower, when he touched himself while watching her cook. It was wild and feral, it needed her with a guiltless passion, one she could most definitely get used to.

He picked her up with surprising strength and set her on the coffee table. He stood before her and slowly, methodically took his clothes off. Once his pants had been removed, freeing the bouncing head of his cock she leaned forward and took the head into her mouth, sucking and stroking it with her tongue.

"Fuck. Mags." He moaned, thrusting into her hot mouth. She loved how his hands grabbed her hair as he took complete control of the movements of the act. Her hands kneaded his perfectly sculpted ass and she couldn't help but slip a finger into the valley between his cheeks. He clenched and groaned for her. He grabbed her hands and removed himself from her mouth, kneeling on the floor. He was at the perfect height with her on the table. He wanted to look at her as he entered her, be face to face with her.

She grabbed his cock once more and brought him closer to her. They were panting at this point, the tension woven so deep within their bodies they both knew they might come just by having his dick touch her pussylips.

"Liam." She whispered, stroking his lips and cheek with her free hand. His cock teased her entrance, inciting a moan of joy. Their eyes met and he smiled at the feel of her as he slowly pushed himself inside her.

He stretched her. Muscles that had never been pushed to this limit complained and groaned as they were tested by the thickness of his cock. Their foreheads touched as her pussy took in the whole length of him. Then he paused, leashing the almost uncontrollable monster of lust within his heart. Her legs were trembling as he pushed them wide to make her body's acceptance of him easier.

"It's ok." she whispered, foreheads still touching. "I love you." Her hands moved to his hips and she urged him to move inside her. "Let it go."

He moved his head back and looked into her eyes, seeing the complete love and acceptance of his intense need for her. He let go.

The force with which he moved inside her was so powerful, so overwhelming that all she could do was hold on and let him take her. She allowed herself to also let herself go. She gave her mind, body and soul completely to her brother, relinquished all control in their lovemaking, something she had never before been able to do. Only with him, kissing her lips and neck and fucking her so thoroughly was she able to give herself to him.

He pounded into her, the need to claim her as his own, a breathtaking feeling. They kissed and nuzzled one another throughout the movements. He slowed, having gained some control of himself and lifted her off the table. He sat on the floor with his knees bent and his legs tucked underneath him. She straddled him and kissed his lips gently before spearing herself on top of him. Her hot pussy gushed for his hard dick.

"You're so wet, I can feel you dripping on my thighs." Liam placed his hands on her hips and began to move them. She was still adjusting to how significant he felt at this angle but she didn't want to wait anymore. Her hips circled his dick, grinding him into her impossibly further. Her breath was stolen away as his head fell onto her breasts and his tongue caressed her nipples. The ecstasy was almost painful.

She felt the wave of her orgasm begin to crest and she squeezed the walls of her slick pussy around his cock. He sucked in a breath and pulled her hips over his faster and faster. She cupped his face and kissed him, breathing her life into his mouth.

His groan, as his hot cum began to spurt into her body, poured into her mouth. Their mouths parted on her own orgasm taking hold and pushing her over the cliff edge. They leaned their foreheads against one another, moaning as the intensity of their orgasm subsided.

But Liam wasn't done. He was still hard inside her and he wanted her to be all but liquid as they finished with each other. He kept his dick inside her as he lowered her to the carpet, her soft moans continuing as the sift in position affected the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her pussy was so wet he could see dark stains forming underneath their bodies, accompanied by spot of white. His cum dripping out of her cunt and onto the floor.

The sight of their mingled fluids took him over the edge one final time. He lifted her legs so they rested against his shoulders, grabbed her hips and took her with a primal, animal fervor. She screamed and clutched the hands that held her hips in place for him. Not soon after the thrusting began she was coming once more.

"Liam...Liam, oh Christ what are you doing to me? Fuck me harder. Slam your cock into me deeper." He smiled at her moaned comments as his balls clenched and he began to spurt the rest of his cum into her soft body gone taught with pleasure.

"Margaret!" he screamed, letting her legs down and falling on top of her. She clutched him to her, stroking his back as he finished emptying himself. To their joint shock he was still semi-hard so he slid in and out of her in small movements, stroking, petting movements that warmed her heart. She let her hips take over the majority of the movements. Liam was weak, but had enough power to prop himself up on his elbows and caress her face in a lover's gesture.

They smiled at each other and she moved her hips at the perfect angle, the perfect timing coinciding with his tiny thrusts and they both let go one last time. At the end of it he slid himself out of her still dripping heat, and moved to the side of her body. His leg and arm draped over her while she cradled his head on her chest, enclosing him in her arms. Easing him down.

They sighed and stayed lying on the floor for what could have been hours. Liam was half sure they had fallen asleep at some point as the shadows cast by the furniture in the living room had shifted from the suns movement across the sky. He opened his eyes and let a small chuckle escape his breath.

The curtains were wide open and it was Christmas morning. Any curious on-looker could have seen the soul breaking lovemaking that had just transpired between the siblings within the confines of their home. He sighed again.

Liam had made love to his sister. His ultimate fantasy had come true. And when he looked inside himself, waiting for the bone crushing guilt to take hold of him he only found peace. The peace he had searched for in a state a thousand miles away from her. All it had taken for him to finally except this love he felt for her, was for his sister to love him back.

He felt her arms squeeze him, letting him know she was away. "Hey." She whispered, not wanting to break the peaceful moment. He nuzzled her breast, delighting in raining small kisses around the nipple. "Hey!" she said this time more insistent.

"What?" he murmured, enjoying his exploration of her plump skin a little too much.

"Stop that." She went to push him away but he resisted, puzzled by her actions.

"Why?" he asked flicking his tongue out.

"Because your eyelashes are tickling me." She giggled. He had mistaken the tense lines of her body for annoyance when in reality she was trying not to laugh. He grinned and leaned over her, running his stubble and his eyelashes along her bare chest. She shook with contained laughter and tried to bat him away. He nibbled the underside of her breast and her laugh was a little more breathy this time.

He rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him . Her hair cascading like a waterfall around her shoulders, tickling his chest with the curly tendrils. She smiled down at him, enjoying how is chest hair teased her rippled. Knowing what the other needed their lips met halfway and indulged in suckling kisses.

"This." Margaret said, pulling away from his lips and placing her hand with the ring on it over his heart. "This has meant the world to me." She scooted up along his body and cupped his face. "I am yours."

"I know." his hands pushed her hair out of her face and brought their lips together. "I'm yours, Mags. I always have been."

"Good." A quick kiss. "Because you're going to be spending the rest of your life with me." He sat up quickly, startled by her words.

"What?" he asked, not wanting to believe his ears, knowing they were playing tricks on his heart.

"I'm yours. Doesn't it make sense that I belong with you. Wherever I am?"

"Maggie." He shook his head not wanting her to give up her life for him but at the same time loving and appreciating the gift she was offering him. He pulled her into his lap, needing to touch her. "I can't let you do this. You are still in school, you have a life in New York, you are going to be starting your career...there's nothing for you in Alaska."

"You're wrong." she poked his chest in annoyance. "Because you know what? This isn't a one way relationship. I'm yours, but you are also absolutely and unequivocally mine. Nobody else can have you, just as no one else can have me. We are no longer on the market. Unavailable-" He shut her up with his kiss.

"I get it Mags. I don't want any guy looking at you like I do...and I don't want to look at anyone else but you...and your amazing ass." She snorted with laughter as he squeezed her tight.

"Liam can we please just agree that we are not parting ways after this vacation is over? We may have to separate for a little while because of school and your job but...I can't live another four years without seeing you...touching you...kissing you." She took his hand, comparing the rings they both wore on their right thumbs. She smiled, acknowledging the different appendage he had chosen to wear the rings on. "Our lives aren't going to be easy...but we'll be together."

He sighed and hugged her to him, the sweat from their lovemaking having dried off their skin during the nap they had taken. "Shower?" he asked quietly. She nodded and he carried her up the stairs to wash her body. But instead of a shower he filled the tub with soapy water. She sat on counter, leaning back against the mirror. He could tell she was still exhausted which was mainly the reason he had decided upon a bath instead of a shower. When the water was ready he go into the tub and beckoned her to join him.

"Come here, Mags." she came without complaint, letting her limbs turn into jelly as he circled her with his long legs and arms.

"I like how you feel around me." She sighed, leaning her head back against his shoulder.

"How do I feel?"

"Safe." She sighed, holding up her arms for him to wash with the loofa he had doused with her coconut and berry scented soap. He realized then that while he may have found inner peace and acceptance of his love for her, there was still another demon between them. A knowledge that poisoned the relationship. That poison needed to be purged.

It was as if she felt where his thoughts had been headed. She sighed again and turned in his arms to face him, kneeling between his legs. Her hands cupped a small pool of water and let it trickle down over his chest. "I never blamed you, brother."

"For which part?" he scoffed, leaning back against the edge of the tub in self deprecation. "Running or letting him hurt you?" he threw the loofa across the tub in frustration. The mere thought of what had happened to his clever sister and the fact that he may have been able to prevent it was a festering wound between them. He knew it. They both knew it. But Margaret also knew it was time to let go of the past and move on with this new and long awaited chapter of their lives.

"Nothing that happened to me could have been prevented." Maggie stated calmly. "Our father went clinically insane, Liam. You saved me-"

"I was too late-."

"He probably would have done a lot worse if you hadn't come when you did." She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him lightly. "You almost died to protect me. I'll never forget that you're my hero." She pulled back with a small smirk. "Anyway just the fact that you came for me made me want you even more."

"But you were-."

"Sssh." Margaret grabbed the loofa and began to wipe it over his chest, enjoying the way the bubbles slipped down the hard planes of his muscles. "I was messed up. You were messed up. No one can come out of a fucked up situation like that and be normal. We're still not normal...and I'm not talking about our naughty incestuous feelings." Despite the anger he held in his heart for his failure to save her, he laughed at the comment and the devilish glint in her eyes.

"No..." she continued. "We were attracted to each other before being fucked up, weren't we?"

He nodded. "Ever since you began to grow into a woman I felt it...this..."

"Ha, yes...this. Whatever this may be." She couldn't keep her lips away from his. "Because it's more than love."

His arms pulled her in close to his body, wrapping firmly around her waist. "You're mine, Margaret." His teeth found her ear lobe and she gasped as a rush of warmth found her center. "No other man will ever touch you."

"I like you like this, all possessive and mine." she returned his bite. "Because this is a two way road, Liam. I'm the last pussy you'll ever fuck again."