Swedish Stories Ch. 01

She kissed Sandra again then dipped under the water and floated away on her back towards the center of the pool. There was a splash as Sylvia sunk down and swam along the bottom surfacing again in the deep end. Sandra held firm against the side watching her.

"Come here Sandra, swim with me."

Sandra paddled over to Sylvia who then grabbed her hands and pulled her in close. Holding their arms out to the side with hands joined, they sank below the water then raised them above their heads until their feet made contact with the bottom. They pushed off together and rose back up to the top. When their heads broke the surface, they each took a mouthful of air.

"That was fun, let's do it again," Sylvia said with a laugh.

"Let's go," replied Sandra.

Sylvia took Sandra's hands and they sunk to the bottom again then pushed off towards the surface. When they came back up, they were both laughing.

"One more time," Sandra said.

With their hands clasped together, they went down until they felt the bump of concrete, then started to ascend. Sandra tilted her head backwards in anticipation of breathing again, but this time Sylvia pushed down on her shoulders stopping her from going any further. Sandra thought she was just playing around, but when her lungs started to burn, she began to panic. Sandra kicked hard and grabbed Sylvia's arms trying to shake her loose, but she was too strong. Sylvia then let go of Sandra's shoulders and held her around the neck in the crook of her arm in an even stronger grip. Sandra tried to punch at Sylvia's body, but the water resistance rendered the blows useless. Due to Sandra's wild flaying, the flesh of Sylvia's upper arm became compressed against Sandra's mouth. Sandra forced her mouth open and bit down hard into Sylvia's flesh. Sylvia instantly released her before Sandra's bite penetrated her skin. Sandra crashed through the surface and gulped at the air. After taking two huge breaths, Sandra swam quickly away from her and came to rest on the side of the pool. Sandra wiped the water from her eyes and saw Sylvia on the opposite side staring at her with undulating strings of light dancing across her face as they reflected off the rippling waves.

"You bitch! Why did you do that? I was just playing," Sylvia said through angry eyes.

"It didn't seem like playing to me," Sandra's said still reeling. "You almost fucking drowned me."

"I'm sorry, my blonde pussy. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"If you are upset that I was watching you, then I'm sorry."

"So, now you admit you were watching me."

Sandra looked away and returned to the memory of her older sister, Isabelle, and the mind games she used to play on her when they were kids. One incident which burned particularly in her mind happened when they were eight and ten years old. They used to play in an old storage closet pretending it was their secret clubhouse. Their parents stored heavy winter coats in there that hung from a rack which created a small space between the bottom of the coats and the floor. It was the perfect size for them to curl up in and hide.

One day, Isabelle told Sandra to go hide in the closet while she went to get something. Sandra crawled inside and Isabelle shut the door. Part of the game was to very secret about the whole thing so their parents wouldn't know they were in there. Sandra sat there for what seemed like an unusually long time waiting for Isabelle to return. The air got getting heavy and hard to breathe so she put her face near the thin crack at the bottom of the door to get some air. She tried to push on the door, but it would not budge. It had a metal turn clasp on the outside that secured it shut, but no way to disengage it from the inside. Sandra felt like she was about pass out but did not dare cry out in fear of what Isabelle would do to her if she violated the rules.

"Sandra, are you okay?" she finally heard Isabelle's voice.

"It's hot in here, let me out," Sandra pleaded.

"I'm sorry I couldn't come to you sooner, Mom was talking to me and I couldn't break free."

"Please let me out. I'm getting scared and I can't breathe."

"Okay, hold on."

There was the sound of Isabelle playing with the latch.

"Sandra, there's something wrong with the latch, it won't open."

"Please open it, Isabelle, let me out!"

"Something's wrong. It won't open."

Sandra didn't believe her. There was something in the tone of her voice that told her Isabelle had this all planned out and was taking pleasure in her torment. Plus, the latch was a fairly simple thing that Sandra did not see how it could get stuck.

"Isabelle, please," Sandra said as tears streamed down her face.

"Shhh, don't let anyone hear you. Otherwise we'll both be in trouble."

Sandra didn't say anything more but only lay there on the floor sobbing.

Finally, there was a rush of cool air and flash of light as the door opened. Isabelle helped her out of the closet and started to peel the strings of sweaty hair off her face.

"Are you okay? I don't know what happened. The door was stuck," She said holding Sandra's face in her hands and looking at her with compassionate eyes which looked almost genuine. As Sandra's sobs started to fade, Isabelle kissed her on the forehead. "Let's go upstairs fast before Mom sees us." They hopped up the stairs and ducked into Isabelle's bedroom where they sat on her bed and looked through a book. Isabelle nestled close to Sandra and put a consoling arm around her. After looking at a few pages, Isabelle turned her head towards Sandra and spat in her face.

"If you ever tell Mom and Dad what happened, I'll kill you. You got that?"

Isabelle's torment continued into their teen years. Sandra both looked up to and feared her older sister, and consequently, Sandra exhausted herself in a continuing quest to gain Isabelle's adoration. When Sandra was fifteen, Isabelle started to bring boys home and Sandra developed a habit of spying on them when their parents were away—things such as listening through her bedroom door or sneaking a peek at them in the family room when their parents were away—not really hearing or seeing anything beyond quiet chatter or innocent hand-holding. But one night, Isabelle was watching TV with her then boyfriend, James, in their living room and they assumed Sandra was upstairs sound asleep. But Sandra slinked quietly down the stairs, paused, then peered around the corner just in time to see Isabelle performing oral sex on him right there on the family couch. The concept of putting a guy's penis in your mouth immediately repulsed her and Sandra was not prepared for what she had just seen. She backed -up the stairs and slipped into bed with a sense of revulsion at the act she equated exclusively with her sister's evilness.

It was the main reason she was not able to suck David.

"I'm sorry, Sandra. Please come to me. I didn't mean to hurt you," Sylvia pleaded.

Sandra could not resist the spell of Sylvia's eyes and drifted slowly over to her where she took Sandra into her arms.

"Hop up on the side," Sylvia commanded her. Sandra lifted herself up out of the water and sat on the ledge. "Lie back," Sylvia eased her back onto the deck with knees bent and feet planted along the edge. Sylvia then moved in between Sandra's legs and ran her fingers over her shaved pubis.

"My pretty blonde pussy," Sylvia said as she dipped her head and ran her tongue up and down Sandra's slit. Sandra stared up at the night sky and lost herself in the inky blankness as Sylvia pleasured her, letting her confusion and shame flow out from her and become crushed by the infinite void above her. Sandra slid her hand down her belly, over her puffy bald mound, until she found her clitoris. She locked her legs around Sylvia's head which forced her hips to raise then gave herself up to the powerful ache that surged between her legs. She came hard. Her body went limp and she lay there listening to the sound of her own breathing.

Sylvia helped Sandra get up and started to dry her off with a thick white towel. She led Sandra back inside to the bathroom where they stood together under a warm shower and scrubbed each other's bodies with a white bubbly foam. Afterwards they dried each other, then climbed into bed feeling exhausted and clean. David was sound asleep.

Chapter 10

Their plane landed at Gothenburg Landvetter airport at 22.40 the following night. The dark blue sky and crisp air of a Swedish summer night greeted them as they exited the airport and headed for the car. They hardly said a word to each other the entire flight and the silence continued as they drove. The experience of the past 24 hours was something neither one of them was equipped to comprehend, nor ready to conclude what it meant about their relationship. Each one of them wondered if it were all a dream.

The entrance ramp to the motorway loomed ahead and a gray mist drifted in from the surrounding woods. David slowed down. After a few kilometres on the main motorway, the headlights of their car lit up the orange reflection from a set of barricades blocking the road. A sign instructed them to exit immediately and follow a detour. David pulled off the exit onto a dark country road.

"What is this?" Sandra asked.

"I have no idea. Why in the world would they block the entire highway?" David replied.

"Maybe an accident or something. Or it could be some major road work they only do at night."

"Could be. Please be careful, it's foggy."

Orange detour signs pointed the way down a winding two-lane road. Thick woods loomed on each side. Every now and then a blue sign indicated the number of kilometres to small towns they never had occasion to know-- Gråbo, Lekstorp, Alsjön... The mist grew thicker and Sandra put her hand over David's which was resting on the gear shift.

"How long can this be? When are we going to re-connect to the main road?" She asked.

"I have no idea," David said, "but it seems it is taking us deeper into the countryside. We'll just have to follow the signs."

"I haven't seen one in a while."

"We'll be okay," he re-assured her.

Sandra put her hand on David's leg then moved it over to his crotch.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Find a place to pull over."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes."

After about a half kilometer, they came upon a round yellow sign with a red slash indicating there was a dirt trail intersecting the main road up ahead where vehicles were prohibited. David pulled into the apron and turned off the car. Sandra unbuttoned his pants and took out his cock. She took one look around then started to suck him. After a few minutes, his prick had inflated to full hardness allowing her to suck harder and faster. She paused, then swirled her tongue around the head and tasted a few drops of semen oozing from the tip. She licked the delicate skin on the underside of his shaft with long slow strokes, then put the whole thing back in her mouth. She took him deep in her throat with long slow pulls of her fleshy lips. Then she changed the tempo to hard and fast sucking with a tightened mouth. David started to moan, the well of orgasm building inside him. He ran his fingers through her hair. She pulled out his cock and rubbed it across her face. A trail of glistening spit painted her cheeks. The quick fluttering of her tongue danced across his velvety glans. Her hands clasped around his shaft. She pumped vigorously up and down, giving her mouth a rest. He looked out into the night woods, pondering her sudden aggressiveness. The darkness provided no answer. They found each other's mouths and locked into a wet sloppy kiss. Sandra sank her head to finish him off.

He came in a succession of short stinging spurts. The gush of semen filled the back of her throat, choking her with warm loopy fluid. She took the remainder of his sperm onto her tongue, churned it around her mouth, then drank it down. When it was over, she sat up and kissed him with the smell of come on her breath.

After pulling up his pants and composing himself, David started the car then pulled back on to the road. Sandra held onto his arm and leaned her head on his shoulder as they continued in silence into the Nordic night woods.

"Hey, wait a minute," David said suddenly breaking the silence, "what about the cat?

"What are you talking about?"

"Her cat. The one she was looking for. I never saw a cat the whole time we were at her place," explained David.

"Yeah, you're right. And she never mentioned anything again about her cat."

"She never even mentioned its name."

"Strange," Sandra commented.

They drove on in silence staring through the white cone of light from the headlights carved into the darkness. Finally, the orange detour arrows directed them through a series of turns which eventually connected them back to the main motorway. David increased their speed.

"That's because she didn't have a cat," Sandra said breaking the silence.

David pulled out into the left lane, passed a lone truck lumbering along, then pulled back over to the right. There was only the black ribbon of the motorway in front of them framed by the two continuous white lines before converging into the blackness.

David looked over at Sandra and said, "We'll be home soon."