The Obscene Fire of Samhain

"W-what?" I managed to utter.

"Open your mouth," she repeated, more slowly, more demanding, clearly enunciating each word.

"Fiona, this is crazy. Enough is enough. I-"

My rebuke died on my lips as she moved faster than I thought possible. She grabbed my wrists and wrenched them above my head, so she could pin them with an single hand. She used her free hand to lift my chin, forcing me to look at her.

My sister`s heart-shaped face floated above mine, her hair cascading down around my head, blocking us from sight of the Sidhe.

"They want a show, Liam. We can`t deny them that." She said the words softly, lovingly. Yet, I heard the steel resolve that was so characteristic of my sister. She wasn`t going to let this go.

"I can force your jaws apart, Li," she whispered, the hint of a threat edging her words, "but wouldn`t you much rather help your little sister?"

I could feel her warm breath on my skin, she was so close.

"I- I- I-."

"Please, big brother," she cooed, "I need you."

That last plea was spoken so near to me that her lips brushed mine. I felt a moment of reluctance, but parted my lips anyway.

Fiona purred in pleasure and spit into my mouth.

§8

Now, when I say she 'spit in my mouth', there was nothing crass or vulgar about the gesture. Fiona took some time gathering saliva and slowly let a drop descent from her tongue.

The cheering yelps of the surrounding Sidhe died down as they could sense what was about to happen.

A hushed anticipation mingled with the chilly autumn night.

I stared into my sister`s loving, hazel eyes, as the thread of spit made its way down, anticipating the moment it would connect with my tongue. I can`t rightfully explain why this simple action held such significance.

My sister was an attractive woman, but I knew that objectively. I`d never considered lusting after her. Yet here, being held down by her iron grip, about to receive this gift from her, all other women paled in comparison.

The moment the drop entered my mouth a rush of energy spread through my body. It felt like a wave of crackling heat, that crashed through every fiber of my being, to the top of my head and the tip of my toes.

My back arched, muscles straining. I didn`t quite lose consciousness, but my vision when blurry with the passionate color of fire and the fertile shades of green around us.

My head pulsed with a delightful rhythm I wanted to lose myself in.

Fiona watched me, wickedly enjoying the pleasure her simple act brought me. She pressed her chest down against me, while still restraining my arms above me.

The twin tips of hardened arousal trailing across my chest made me groan in desire, but it was her heartbeat that set me off. It resonated through my being, increasing the waves of fever-hot hunger coursing through my veins.

Quickly as it had come on, the surges ebbed. Draining from my limbs and head, to settle as a ball of warmth in my chest.

"What did you do to me?" I whispered, eyes still unfocussed.

My sister relaxed her hold on me, lowering herself fully onto my trembling body. Her face was inches from mine as she lightly brushed her thumb along the sensitive line of my lips.

"I shared their gift with you, Li," she explained, "it`ll make it easier on us."

While she spoke her attention didn`t leave my mouth. A distinctly uncomfortable feeling contradicted the spark of lust burning in my chest.

"Fi, what did you promise them?!"

A slow exhalation was the only indication she`d heard me.

"Fiona," I said more forcefully, taking her wrist to stop her trailing fingers and righting myself fractionally, "what did you promise them?"

The motion broke the building tension across the glade. The Sidhe recoiled from us as if my refusal to sink deeper into the clutches of passion had physically struck them.

My sister`s brown eyes held a multitude of emotions as she looked at me; a hint of sadness, shame, but also conviction, longing and joy.

"I just want you to see him one last time," she whispered. "I know about the fight you had, the night he...."

Tears formed in her eyes as the painful memory caused her to swallow. I could feel a lump forming in my throat, as the events of years ago flashed before me.

"It`s okay," I said. "Dad knows I didn`t mean any of it."

A sad smile tinted her face. Fiona sniffled softly. "You really think I didn`t notice the way you were beating yourself up for the last couple of years?"

She gently pulled her wrist down, until her palm cupped my cheek. I still held her, but didn`t resist the motion.

"You`ve carried enough pain and grief, Liam," she breathed, pulling my lower lip down with her thumb, "let me do this for you."

§9

After that, words lost all meaning.

Honestly, I tried to resist the urges, but when Fiona`s free hand ran through my hair as she lowered herself against me, I knew I was lost.

Her soft lips grazed mine coyly, making me gasp. She exhaled a small noise of contentment, satisfied by her effect on me. I could practically hear the grin in her hummed approval.

Making me wait, Fiona trailed her nose lightly along my jaw. From my chin to my ear and back, in a slow, deliberate pace.

In a sudden rush I could feel her lose control, when her lips touched mine again.

Her breathing stocked and she pressed her mouth against mine, impatiently melting against my chest.

I surrendered to her completely, allowing her hands to grip my hair and move my head in whatever way she wished. My hands rested on her sides, callused fingers against her smooth skin.

Fiona started slow, but soon let a fever pitch intensify her movements. She caressed my face and scalp with her fingers, tilting my head with the cadence of her kiss.

Her legs tightened around my waist, and I could feel her getting into a rhythm. I let my hands slide down to her hips, encouraging her, drawing her closer against me.

This is wrong, she`s my little sister!

But a part of me, filled with savage need, only felt the eagerness of a beautiful female, who`d long since become a desirable woman.

And there`s nothing wrong with mating a fertile female, is there?

My eyes popped open in shock. Were the hell had that thought come from?! I was suddenly aware of Fiona`s increasingly frantic lips, the vulgarity of what we were doing and tried to lift her off me.

The Sidhe sneered at my attempt and howled as Fiona resisted.

She easily overpowered me, wrenching my head back and forcing her tongue into my mouth.

The bubbling ball of hunger in my chest surged as I tasted her. My mind throbbed with weakening resolve as Fiona rode me back down onto the moss covered altar.

Twice I tried to stop her, twice she`d overcome my defiance.

I could feel my inhibitions melt away as her saliva filled my mouth. God, I needed more! I gave in to her, letting her questing lips and tongue explore deep into me.

Fiona withdrew, just enough to bite my lip. Her hands untangled from my hair, reaching down to the hem of my sweater. She tugged violently upwards, baring my stomach.

The fires around us crackled, the onlookers whispering encouragements. A cold gust of wind caused me to shiver.

Her next jerk pulled the garment free over my head, but kept my arms constrained in the partially inverted sleeves. Once more, she pinned my arms in place above me. The fingers of her other hand tracing appreciatively across my chest.

"I always forget how muscular you are, Li," she purred. An errant nail trailing down to my belly button. "No wonder Anna always starts blushing when she talks about you at the gym."

I was about to comment about Fiona`s nerdy, best friend, but her fingers had found my belt buckle and longingly jerked it left and right.

Not being able to resist, I watched her undo the clasp and tug on the zipper.

My pants flared open, exposing my throbbing cock, only barely concealed by a thin layer of fabric. Fiona`s breathing hastened as she drew down my boxershorts, revealing my erect member to the crowd.

I gotta say; hearing a collective intake of breath coming from the Sidhe was a pleasant ego-booster. I`ve never thought of myself as particularly big, but it was nice to know my size was appreciated.

Fiona`s eyes widened slightly as she stared at my cock.

"Fi... wait a minute."

Too late.

My sister had smoothly bowed down, taking my glans into her mouth.

Unable to suppress the groan, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warm, wet sensation. Fiona trailed the tip of her tongue around my swollen head, making me quiver in delight.

Fortunately, in order for her lips to reach my shaft, she`d had to release my sweater-bound arms. Clumsily I wrestled with the stupid thing, trying to free myself from its constraint.

Why resist? The primal part of me questioned, why not let her enjoy herself?

Momentarily broken free from my sister`s addictive kiss, I stubbornly ignored the urges and fully intended to put a stop to this obscenity.

Fiona had other plans...

She gracefully turned her body, lifting one leg up and over my chest.

I froze, the sweater at last falling to the ground, as my sister`s shaven pussy glistened in the dying firelight.

§10

A third and final time I`d tried to resist...

Fiona rested her slender frame on my naked body, supporting her meager weight on elbows and knees.

My cock hadn`t left her mouth when she`d spun around and to my amazement she continued running her tongue up and down my length.

I`d 69`d my fair share of girlfriends and one night stands, but there was something enticing about Fiona, that the other women couldn`t hope to match.

It wasn`t that she had the 'perfect pussy', though it was pink and delicate. It wasn`t the bead of moisture between her lips, though I yearned to taste her. It wasn`t her exquisitely subtle scent, though it was deliciously familiar.

It wasn`t wholly about the sexual nature of the gesture. Fiona needed to experience the love and appreciation I felt for her.

As soon as that sudden realization struck me, some mental boundary broke and I gave in to her.

I passed my arms down between her legs, lifting her onto my shoulders and buried my face between her thighs.

There was no gentle foreplay or finesse. There was only an untamable, unbridled need, burning in my chest.

Fiona gasped as I lapped at her sex. Long, wide strokes meant to envelop her tiny pussy with each passing.

My hands firmly kneaded her behind as her hips began humping, signaling me to stop playing with her. The tip of my tongue found her entrance and circled the moist tenderness lazily, occasionally flicking over her sensitive pearl.

For her part, Fiona ran her lips up and down my cock, from stem to crown. Cradling my balls in her massaging palms.

All feeling of wrongness dissolved from my thoughts as my sister`s rich juices filled my awareness.

I grasped her firm, little butt tighter, steadying her as I slid my tongue into her. Fiona cried out, her voice mingling with the unhuman voices of the Sidhe.

The strange creatures drew ever closer as the flames got smaller. The circle of light around the stone table shrinking by the minute.

Not that this disturbed me, though. Fiona had said they only wanted a show, so I was planning to give them one.

My tongue writhed rhythmically inside her. My lips kissing hers, as she`d done at the beginning of our 'payment', though her mouth was left pitifully impotent as I gently sucked on her labia.

***

Losing myself in the exchange of touch and pleasure I couldn`t tell you how long we lay there, enjoying each other. My mind drifted in and out of full consciousness, a dreamlike state where only Fiona`s body mattered.

In a surprising twist, she suddenly grasped my spit-slickened cock and squeezed tight.

I expected pain, but was rewarded with a surge of mind-numbing pleasure as I felt my sister`s juices flowing into my mouth.

Fiona was cumming. Hard.

She wriggled frantically in my arms, trying to break free. I didn`t allow her any relief and kept plunging my tongue into her mercilessly. Focusing my efforts on the softer, sponge-like texture beneath the tip of my tongue.

Let`s see how you like not being in control!

I knew about the G-spot and the myths and truths surrounding female ejaculate, but I didn`t care. I wanted to feel Fiona tremble as she was unable to stop herself from gushing over my face.

Her back arched as powerful contractions around my tongue forced her to move.

She sat upright, pressing down onto my face, her fingers vigorously flicking her clit.

I massaged her ass, letting her ride me as I felt drops of moisture splashing over my chest and stomach. I loved the way she was marking me as hers.

It must have been quite a sight; a beautiful woman, completely exposed, in throws of orgasm, squirting over her brother`s muscular body.

The crowd of Sidhe, though, unexpectedly... quieted.

When the jerks of pleasure finally subsided, Fiona slumped backwards. Letting herself fall into the thick blanket on moss above me. With some awkward wriggling she managed to untangle her bent knees, so now her legs lay limply over my shoulders.

I took her feet in my hands, feeling her curl her toes at my warm touch.

The brisk air felt cold on my damp skin, but the closeness to Fiona was worth it. She was murmuring softly. The aftershocks of climax palpable as tiny jerks in her thighs, where my face lay against them.

The four campfires had dwindled to nearly nothing, allowing the amber-eyed creatures to come within a few strides of the vast stone table upon which we lay.

The beings regarded us with interest, silently flowing in and amongst themselves, their forms never fully still. Whispers wove through their slender forms.

"Fi," I whispered, "why are they still here?"

The realization that they outnumbered us gave way to a panicky unease. "Didn`t we give them what they wanted?"

She didn`t answer immediately.

Heartbeats passed, and she made several attempts to talk, starting but then pausing.

Sensing that something was off I twisted length-wise, so I lay on my stomach.

Fiona had lifted herself onto her elbows, but refused to meet my eyes. Her small breasts quivered with each shaky breath. "Not yet."

"Not yet? Even after that?" I asked baffled, "what more of a show could they want?!"

Fiona`s gaze tracked towards the crowd of Sidhe. I didn`t have to follow her glance to know that she was searching for the female who`d offered her the deal.

"They want our first born." Fiona stated, distractedly.

§11

I lay there, stupidly blinking at my sister, while the full realization of what she said unfolded.

"They want... 'our'... first born?"

Fiona nodded. "Yes."

"Did you tell them we`re...?"

"They don`t seem to care about that," she said before making me finish my sentence, "but I think it`s mostly the creation of life that somehow gives them more power in our world."

"Huh." I exclaimed softly, looking around us as the massing throngs of Sidhe inched closer to the broad stone altar.

"I`m guessing they won`t take kindly to being denied?"

"There`s a lot of stories about people who offended them, Liam. None of them ends happily." She said it with that certain kind of tone you use when explaining something to a simpleton.

"No shit, Fi," I replied dryly. "So now what? Am I supposed to... knock you up?" That part left a strange taste in my mouth. "At least tell me you`re on birth control?"

She shook her head in a tiny gesture of defeat.

This, more than anything sent a shiver down my back.

Though covered in my sister`s fluids, lying between her bared thighs, I could regard sex as a physical act. There might have been a more emotional side to our coupling, but at the end of the day I could convince myself is was just some kind of sport, where you deepened your relationship with someone you cared about.

But impregnating my own sister? That`s worse than immoral.

Fiona seemed to come to the same conclusion.

Luckily, I spotted a glint of mischief in her eyes. She`s figured out a way to get out of this.

"Come here," she said, opening her arms, gesturing me to make my way up to her. The spark of desire still blazed bright with unspent need in my chest, so I did as she said.

The fluffy moss carried my weight as I stalked up to her on all fours. Putting my face close to hers.

She gave me a small peck on the lips, drawing me into her embrace as she resumed her sensual, little movements.

My throbbing shaft rested against her wet pussy and I could feel the warmth of her sex radiating through my cock, eliciting an involuntary growl.

Fiona pulled my head down next to hers, so her lips were a mere hairsbreadth from my ear.

For all intents and purposes it looked like we were simply enjoying each other`s touch, but she whispered into my ear instead, so the Sidhe couldn`t overhear.

"You know the stories about people partying with faery folk and waking up in the wrong decade?" She asked softly, "or people partying for years and coming back to our world only to find out a few seconds have passed?"

I grunted in the affirmative and she continued, "time acts strangely around them, Li. Look at the sky."

Keeping up the ruse I kissed her passionately, putting one arm around her shoulders, the other around her hips and drew her atop of me. She straddled me again, sliding her moist lips over my length. From the way she moaned I knew she could feel every vein running over my cock.

Covertly, I opened my eyes just a little, taking in the dark blue sky.

Wait. Dark blue?

"It`s supposed to be the middle of the night," she breathed, her flowing auburn hair granting us some cover, "but I bet we`re much closer to dawn."

My hands found her hips again and held her firmly while I humped my increasingly painful erection between her slick thighs. I felt the nub of her clitoris running along the thick ridge on the underside of my shaft.

"So?"

"So you see how they react to light?"

I turned my head sideways, ostensibly so Fiona could trail a line of kisses from my ear down my jaw. My eyes threatened to close when her wonderful lips reached my vulnerable throat, but I saw what she meant.

Though they got gradually closer to us, the Sidhe remained careful not to enter fully into the red glow of the campfires.

"You`re thinking..." I groaned in delight, as Fiona`s mouth closed around my earlobe. My hips were moving on their own accord as she suckled on my ear. She stopped way too soon for my liking.

"...that we can outlast them," she completed. A trace of defiance coloring her tone.

Fiona reached down between her legs, guided my aching cock to her sweet spot and locked gazes with me.

"All you need to do," she shifted her hips fractionally, "is not come inside me."

§12

At that, Fiona lowered herself. The pressure of her sex against mine hurt for a moment, but she soon relaxed around my crown. Sliding me into her.

A thrill surged through the sea of unearthly beings.

Enraptured, I closed my eyes and focused exclusively on the tightness making its way down my shaft. I could feel every pronounced bump and irregularity entering my sister`s pussy with startling clarity.

Frozen in bliss, my body quivered with anticipation as Fiona took inch after inch, slowly making her way down to my base.

I could feel her stomach fluttering beneath my thumbs as her thighs finally rested on my lap.

"Jesus, Liam." She sounded out of breath.

Being a man, I couldn`t help but glance down her body, where she held a hand against her belly, to where we connected. I saw her lips spread wider than I`d expected, in an effort to envelop my entire girth.