The Wicked Tower Pt. 03

"It's going to happen again." Vel couldn't help himself. He braced harder against the heaving room, lifted her stola, and held her bare hips just above her linen underwear.

"I can't seem to care that it does. Kiss me, Vel." She planted her lips on his. She could feel his abdomen tense under her thighs as he strove to keep them on his cot. Her hips moved back and forth ever so slightly. Between her legs, she felt nearly as wet as their cabin. She felt him tentatively push back with his lips, and then her tongue was in his mouth. She didn't know if she felt closer like this, or when she had accepted his spray in the library. Her whole body thrummed like a taut bowstring. They kissed like newlywed lovebirds as the ship went to hell around them.

After a while, Naevia became aware that something poked at her backside over and over. Her eyes opened and she broke their kiss. "Are you really hard enough to push at my ass like that?" She smiled at him.

"I can't help it." Vel knew his own smile must look nearly idiotic. "You're everything I've ever wanted, Naevia."

"Well, in that case. I suppose you can just take what you want." Her freckled cheeks dimpled as she laughed and looked down at him with adoration. "Do you want me to help you again?"

"I do. But only if you promise not to get mad at me afterwards. It's been constant torment these past days with the way you've looked at me."

"Oh, my poor little sparrow." She kissed his cheek and slowly turned around on his chest, careful to hold on tight to his robes lest she go sliding across the cabin again. "I promise I won't be mad. I was a fool to try and deny us this. We can make it work." She finished her maneuvers so that her ankles were on either side of his ears, and her face hovered above his tent. She parted his robes and lifted his tunic. "My, my, my. It's more beautiful than I remembered." She took a firm grip of the shaft with both hands, confident that Vel would not let her go as she felt his hands return to her hips and slide over to her butt. When his fingers pressed into her flesh, she could feel how much he truly wanted her. Her heart melted at that, and without thinking she lowered her mouth to the crimson head and licked away the salty fluid that dribbled out. Soon, her head bobbed. He really was unlike anyone else she'd been with, or even seen. Try as she might, she couldn't get much more than the head into her mouth.

Other than the constant strain to keep them from being thrown about the cabin, Vel was smitten by the moment. His beautiful sister, who had always shared his heart, was giving him the gift of flesh to go with her soul. He could smell the salty water as it seeped through the ship's outer plating. But also, he could smell something earthy, pungent, and compelling. He had never before smelled its like. "How are you ... so good at this?"

Naevia popped him out of her mouth and stroked the fat thing with her hands. Without a grip on the cot, she relied on Vel to keep her in place. "I've done this before ... but not with anything like yours, Vel. You're such a gentle brother, but this thing looks almost angry. Just the sight of it quells my insides." She tried to look for his face over her shoulder, but he was hidden by the curve of her butt and her bunched underwear. "If you like it so much, return the favor." The boat gave a great shudder again, but she paid it no mind.

"You want me to ...?" Vel wondered at that thought. Did men really put their mouths down there? Without thinking he pulled at her underwear and she lifted a leg to help him get them off. He could now see the bottom of her pussy lips, glistening and open like a flower. A compelling, bright pink invited him from inside. He felt he'd been summoned to a magnificent secret garden. And he never wanted to leave.

"Yes, I want you to. We've always done everything together. We should do this together. Mmmmpppphhhh." She lowered her mouth back onto him. She didn't bother with further argument because she knew he'd have the courage to taste her.

"Like this?" Vel lifted his head a little and pressed his fingers harder into the flesh of her ass. He licked. It tasted tangy and wonderful. A flavor not unlike the coveted fruits that sometimes arrived over the Roads of Trade. He licked again and soon he was lapping away at her like an eager puppy. Her moans around his cock gave him all the more incentive. "You taste ... of ambrosia ... Naevia." She pressed her pussy down onto his face in response. He could feel her thighs tremble.

Naevia spit out the cock and rested her chin at its base. The thing rose up next to her, longer than her head. She let go of the shaft and gripped his hips. "Oh, gods. No one ... ooooohhhhhhh ... has ever done ... that to meeeeeeeeee." She screamed out the best climax of her eighteen years. Lost in a haze, her mind didn't register the thin bulwark of the boat. It didn't matter, the storm drowned out her cries of pleasure. When she'd returned to herself, her pussy still spasming, she went right back to work on her big brother. Pumping him and sucking him as best she could. She let his moans guide her work. She quickly learned to use less teeth, more tongue, and a solid squeeze with her hands.

Nearly delirious, Vel ceased his efforts on the vagina before him and leaned his head back on the cot. She was a master and he was her canvas. The ship had quieted some, but continued to heave. Vel released his grip. The siblings fell off the cot and into the water, now a couple inches deep, on the floor. With Vel on his back and Naevia working furiously on his midsection, they slid across the room. The room moved not quite as violently as before, so, they merely splashed up against the wall, and then slid back. They were both oblivious to their travels.

"Mmmppppphhhhh." Naevia wanted nothing more than to cause his release. She was even ready to drink the life that would come out of him. Something she'd never done for any man before. The sea might be intent on drowning her that day. But she would rather drown on his seed. Her mind was now singularly focused on it.

As they slid back and forth, Vel felt his balls churn. "Careful ... ugh ... Naevia. Careful ... it's close." He remembered how she had tried to avoid his cum the last time and wanted to give her the opportunity again. But truth be told, he hoped she would continue. He had drunk from her as he'd tasted her juices. He wanted to complete the circle and have her drink him. She was right, they had always done everything together. Why not this? "It's ... ah ... happening." He pressed his fingers tighter into her flesh. Water splashed all around him as they slid. He unloaded down her throat. "Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh." He could hear her gulping, and then gagging, and then his brain could process no more. Ecstasy enveloped him.

"Gggghhhh ... ggggghhhhh ..." Naevia tried her best to drink his stuff. But there was too much and it came out of him too forcefully. She swallowed a little and then was forced to spit him out. She leaned back and watched him spurt into the air, his cum falling down into the water as they slid back toward his cot. He was so potent. All the other men she'd been with had been kindling and he was a roaring fire. "My sweet Vel. Let it out. Yeesssssssss." She licked her lips. His saltiness combined with the sea on her tongue. She reached out and grabbed his cot when they bumped into it and held them there so they slid no more. When he finished groaning and spraying, she leaned forward and licked the crimson head clean. She then turned herself around to face him. Her hair hung wet and limp around her face, and his hair nearly covered his. "I am not enamored of this look." A small crooked smile tugged at her pink lips. Still holding the cot with one hand, she pushed his blond hair out of his face with the other. She was greeted by Vel's biggest, and stupidest smile. Her own grin turned from a torch to a bonfire. "You're smiling like an idiot, Vel." She kissed his cheek.

"How can I help it?" Vel looked up into her deep green eyes, and studied her freckled face. She had water and cum all over her. "What a vision you are."

"Yes, I'm sure I've never looked better." But her smile persisted. "We should clean ourselves before cousin Dellia returns from her above deck duties. We wouldn't want to give her a heart attack." She reached next to them and splashed her hand in the water. "It seems I won't have to run to the bath this time." She laughed hard at the sheer joy and absurdity of what they'd done.

"Yes, the storm has lessened." Vel felt the pull of each wave as the cabin rocked, but it was just a shadow of what it had been just a little while before. He reached into the water, scooped a handful, and splashed it on her face.

"Hey, watch it, big guy." Naevia laughed harder, scooped some water herself, and splashed Vel in the face. Both, cackling like idiots, now splashed each other and pushed and shoved. A water war like they'd had often enough in the gardens back home. But this time, it ended with Naevia's mouth distorted around his bloated cockhead again.

While Vel sat on the cot, Naevia brought him to another climax, her knees under water on the floor. She did no better drinking him than she'd done before. But it was easy enough to clean up afterward.

~~

Dellia opened the door and stumbled into her cabin. Her feet splashed through several inches of water and kicked a bit of floating debris. "I am ... beyond exhausted." She looked over to Naevia's cot, crumbled and jammed in a corner, and then back to Vel's cot where her cousins lay curled together. Their clothes were soaked through and they lay spooned, with Vel's arm around his sister. "You two look more haggard than I feel. What happened here?" Dellia waved an arm at the crumbled cot and splashed her way to her own hammock in the far corner.

"We rode out the storm." Naevia opened her eyes and looked up at Dellia. The woman looked like she'd just spent a day wresting lions. "Things were turbulent down here." Naevia giggled. And then Vel stifled a laugh behind her.

"I am so happy you two find amusement out of almost joining Neptune at his palace." Dellia wanted to grumble, but she smiled despite herself. "We've been blown off course." She stretched out her body in the hammock and rested her head on a rolled tunic. "Add at least another day to our journey." She yawned.

Vel squeezed his sister at this. Was it a blessing or curse to be trapped at sea together for more time? "Is everyone okay on deck? Did we lose anyone?"

But Dellia only snored in response.

"Vel, don't," Naevia scolded. She moved his hands from where they crept above her stola toward her breasts. "We'll get caught."

"I almost don't care." Vel sighed. He pushed his hardness into her backside and felt her wiggle back at him.

"I care. The gods would sever our limbs and feed us bit by bit to the gulls if they knew." She squeezed his hand, holding it firmly above her stomach. The warmth spread through her. "And people of the Surround would be even less kind. Ostia Novus would be in need of another duke. Let's focus on finding Father, and we can play when we return home. Would another trip to the library suit you?"

"Yes, Naevia. Your counsel is wise. As always, I'm glad to have you by my side." Vel squeezed her and vowed never to let go. The ship gently rocked, and the drenched siblings drifted off to sleep.