Threads: The Island

"You sound like you know them," Kara said, looking at Katie, who turned her head away and took a sudden interest in her drink.

"Well?" Kyle asked, trying to divert her back to the lesbian question.

Kara rolled her eyes. "No. I'm not a lesbian, although I have a few dirty secrets from my stripping days. Truth is, I like guys too much."

Katie looked at her in surprise, but Kara continued.

"Anyway, you should know that, Kyle." She said, catching his eye. "After all, I did make you cum in your pants."

Her words hung in the air between the three of them. Kyle stared at her, while Katie's head turned like an owl, staring open-mouthed at her sister. Kara just shrugged and grinned.

"Yes, I remembered you," She told him. Kara turned her head to look at Katie. "And I know you were Julietta, because I was the girl Kyle thought was you."

"Um... what?" Katie said, stammering her words.

"Oh, come on," Kara said. "It's about time we got all this out in the open anyway. I did a lapdance for Kyle in Myrtle Beach when I was a stripper, and he got me all hot, so I made him cum. Then he went off to meet a girl who looked exactly like me, going under a fake name of Julietta? It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out, especially after seeing both your reactions down on the pier."

"Oh my fucking God," Katie muttered, covering her face with her hands.

Kyle shook his head. "I fucking knew you remembered me," He said softly, trying not laugh. "And you've known all this time?"

"As soon as I saw your photo I remembered you. Then I put two and two together and wondered if Katie was the girl you were going to hook up with. And you two did hook up, right?"

"We didn't know, same as me and you didn't know," Kyle pointed out.

"Kyle, I'm not retarded, and I'm not angry or anything. I just... I guess I just wanted you guys to know that I know. That I've known." Kara explained. "Sorry, Katie. I'm not trying to embarass you or anything."

"This is so dysfunctional," Katie said a moment later, causing Kyle to start laughing. Kara couldn't stop herself and Katie was grinning, despite her efforts to stop.

"Stop it," She said for the third time before Kyle and Kara got a grip of themselves. "This isn't funny, guys."

"No, it really isn't," Kyle agreed. "But it is kinda ridiculous."

"Yeah, the odds are kind of... miraculous, but that's not the right word either," Kara added.

"I think they'd need to invent a new word to describe this situation." Katie said quietly. "I could curl up in a ball right now."

"Poor Katie," Kara said, slipping her arm round her sister and giving her a squeeze.

Kyle smiled. It was the first time he'd seen her display any affection at all, and he was glad it was Katie who was the recipient after her words that morning.

"Well, the cat's well and truly out the bag now," Kara grinned. "Anything else I should know?"

"Not that I can think of," Kyle said a moment later.

Katie tilted her head and looked at him. "Kyle gives really good cuddles, Kara. You should try it some time."

"I'm not a cuddle type of girl."

"No, you don't understand," Katie said, but Kyle cut her off.

"I don't think it's so much me that gives good cuddles, Katie. I think it's you."

"Well if it's me, I've never had a cuddle as good off of anyone else, so that makes no sense," She argued.

"You sure?" He asked, frowning. "I'm not a guy for cuddles, but with you it was different. Like you kind of fit, know what I mean?"

"Jesus, will you two get a room?" Kara said, chuckling. "Oh, wait. You already did that."

Katie narrowed her eyes as Kyle tried not to laugh.

"Tomorrow, we're going to experiment with this, the three of us," Katie said firmly.

"No."

"Not me either," Kara said, holding up her free hand. "No cuddles, thanks."

"I don't care. I need to find out."

"Find out what?" Kyle said.

"If it's a womb thing," Katie replied. Kara looked confused while Kyle shook his head and grinned.

"Really, Katie? A womb thing?"

"Tomorrow," She repeated firmly. "It's happening. And if I'm right, you'll both really like it. If not, you've wasted two minutes by lying down and you'll have something to mock me about."

"Alright," Kara replied slowly. "But be warned, I will mock you mercilessly."

"Kyle, you're doing it too," Katie said.

"Why do all the women in my life boss me around?" He asked.

"Because we can," Kara laughed.

"And on that note," Kyle said, stubbing out his long-dead cigarette. "I'm going to bed."

"Try to get some sleep, Kyle," Kara teased.

"And don't make too much noise," Katie added. "You don't want to wake the neighbours."

"Hark at my witty sisters," He said as he got up. Feeling quite affectionate, he walked behind the two seater chair they were sharing and bent down, giving them both a kiss on the top of the head. "Night, girls."

"Night, Kyle," They said in unison, then burst out laughing.

It took another hour before Lakshmi quit on the schedule for the night, and Kyle had lain in bed, thinking about everything that was going on.

What would Mister Crowler discover, and if anything, why was Edwin lying to him? What was Sarah thinking by sneaking in here the other night? Why did Kara keep it a secret that she did remember him, and then just blurt it out in front of Katie too? All these questions and more spun around in his head, but one kept coming to the fore, above all else.

How much longer would it be before Patricia walked into the room?

She appeared in the doorway, a wicked smile on her face. "She's gone."

"Get in here," Kyle said, throwing back the sheet on the left side of the bed. He was naked under the right side and he could already feel himself growing in anticipation.

Patricia took a step forward and paused, then kicked off her heels, unfastened her grey trousers and let them fall to the floor, and as Kyle watched, she peeled her tight black top over her head.

Kyle let out a slow breath, seeing her standing there in a black bra and panties, and then his erection solidified as she unclasped the bra and dropped it to the floor. Her fingers slid over her breasts, rubbing the skin under them, casually tweaking her own nipples, and then she slipped her panties off.

"Get in here," He repeated, his voice thicker, huskier with arousal.

Her eyes held his as she walked around the bed and he could see the intensity there, the intention that matched his own. She slid into the bed, whipping the sheet off his own form and her eyes drifted down, seeing his cock standing proud and ready.

She licked her lips. "Very nice, Kyle."

He didn't reply, just grabbed her and kissed her. He heard Patricia's muffled moan as her arm snaked around his head, holding him in place as her tongue shot in his mouth.

Kyle rolled onto his side, half above her and he felt her legs widen, welcoming him, so he rolled further, his legs sliding over hers until he was between them. He broke for air, panting as she was, and he could see her eyes boring into his. He felt her hand grasp his cock, positioning it, readying it to go inside her.

"Please," She whispered, and he complied.

"Oh, fuck," He moaned as he slid inside her. He could feel how wet she was, how ready and he smiled. "You're soaking wet."

"For hours now," She admitted and Kyle smiled. He rocked his hips, moving his cock inside her, loving how her mouth opened and her eyes rolled back in her head.

"You've been thinking about me?" He rocked his hips again.

"Thinking about this," She replied. "About you inside me again."

"And?"

"And I want you to fuck me," She whispered.

Kyle rocked his hips once more, grinning as he watched her reaction. He waited until she was just about to say something else then rocked again, teasing her.

As she was about to try and repeat her words he kissed her and began to pump his erection inside her, drawing back with his hips and pushing inside her once more. He was amazed at how she felt inside, as if he could feel her gripping him, squeezing him, and almost caressing his cock as it moved back and forth, coating him with her natural moisture.

Kyle kept it up, firm and steady, and his head slipped down to her breast. His mouth sought out and found first one nipple, then the other, sucking each one into his mouth, catching the stiff little nub between his lips or teeth, teasing and tasting each one as his hips rolled back and forth between her spread legs.

"Oh, fuck," Patricia moaned in his ear. "Please. Harder."

He pumped his hips as she asked, fucking her with more energy, more intensity, and she shook her head.

"Nipples. Harder," She whispered.

Kyle's eyes widened a little at that, but he sucked one of them back in his mouth, really sucking hard at it now and he felt her chest rise in response. Her hand clasped the back of his head, lacing her fingers through his hair, holding him against her.

He released her from his mouth and then sought out her hard little nipple and caught it between his teeth.

"Yes," She moaned, her own hips beginning to rise, matching each thrust into her.

Kyle pulled on her nipple with his teeth, not biting but using them to pull on it and she moaned.

"Harder."

His eyes slid up to watch her, seeing her eyes closed, her lip between her own teeth as her body rocked against the pillow. He set his teeth against her nipple, increasing the pressure a little and her mouth opened in a silent cry, but her hand in his hair increased it's pressure, holding him to her breast.

He squeezed a little tighter on her nipple and she gasped, moaned and nodded. Kyle hadn't been asked to bite a womans nipples during sex before, but he could see the sheer pleasure she got from it, so he began to pull on her tightly clamped little nub.

"Oh fuck, yes!"

Kyle held her nipple between his teeth, keeping the pressure on it as he pulled, lifting her breast. He worked his hips harder now, seeing the pleasure on her face and wanting to take her to orgasm, and she responded to his harder thrusts, her own hips tilting to welcome him as her free hand began to pinch at her other nipple.

It only took moments before she came, and it was a joy to behold for him. Her back arched, her head rolled back in the pillow and as her rapid breathing peaked, he let go of her nipple and slammed inside her, grinding his pelvis against her to get friction on her clit.

She exploded, panting and trembling as her orgasm thundered through her. Her wet pussy clenched and squeezed on his cock, her legs held tight to him, keeping him in place. Kyle lifted himself up on his hands so he could watch her. The rosy glow on her cheeks, the flushed colour that appeared on her chest and the way it rose and fell, the way her stomach tensed and relaxed with each breath, all were captivating sights to him.

Eventually her eyes popped open and she saw him watching her. She pulled him down into an embrace, his cock still deep inside her and kissed his cheek.

"Oh, that was fun," She said softly, wrapping her arms around him.

"So you like getting your nipples bit, huh?" He said a moment later, grinning.

"I like a lot of things," She told him, catching his eye. "Tip of the iceberg, Kyle. Did you cum?"

"Not yet."

"I'll fix that." She replied, smirking. Kyle felt her twisting under him, and he moved with her, rolling onto his back. She slid off his cock and kissed him, and then she was on her knees beside him, turning her body and she took him in her mouth.

Kyle groaned.

She worked fast, her head bobbing up and down on his cock like a piston, her lips locked around him like a perfect fit.

Kyle's hands moved, one knotting itself in her hair, the other lifting to her ass, running over the smooth skin and probing for her pussy. As his fingertips found her wetness he gasped, feeling his cock pressing against the back of her mouth.

Patricia paused for a second, taking in a couple of deep breaths as she moved her hips a little closer to him and then Kyle gasped again as he felt his cock slide deeper inside her than it had before.

"Oh fuck," He grunted, revelling in the sensation of being deep throated for the first time in his life. He knew it was a special moment, knew that despite what you see in porn, very few girls liked the thought of gagging on a cock, and even fewer were able to supress their gag reflex, yet Patricia had taken him down with ease, something no girlfriend of his had ever done.

She slid back up, then pumped her head up and down a couple of times, taking him deep inside her each time.

"You like that?" She asked a moment later as she paused for breath.

"Oh yes," Kyle grunted. "Fuck, yes."

She was back on him again immediately, her head bobbing up and down, fucking him with her mouth and throat. Kyle pumped his hips, an unconscious movement drawn from the pleasure she was giving him and she moaned.

Her hands slid under his buttocks, pulling at him to do it again and he did, pushing his cock into her mouth as her head slid down, and she moaned again.

Kyle's groping hand found her pussy and he rammed two fingers inside her, curving them to try and reach that little rough spot he'd found women enjoyed.

Patricia pushed her head a little further forward as she plunged her mouth down on him, welcoming the thrust of his hips, and as he began to rapidly pump his fingers in and out of her pussy, she thrust her ass up in the air, welcoming it.

She began to moan as he thrust into her pussy, into her mouth, and Kyle was bucking his hips. He barely noticed that she had given up bobbing her head up and down, happy to accept his cock as it fucked her, just as she accepted his fingers.

His balls began to tingle, and he groaned, breathing deeper.

Patricia's hands on his ass tightened, helping him thrust into her as her moans became one long, drawn-out moan.

Kyle could feel his own orgasm rushing forward, ruining his concentration, making his plunging fingers erratic, and Patricia must have sensed it as she suddenly began to bob her head again, sucking hard at him too.

"I'm gonna cum," He gasped, knowing it was imminent, feeling how his cock stood rigid in anticipation.

Patricia rammed her face down on his cock.

Kyle's back arched as he came. His fingers jammed inside her. His hips thrust upwards and he could feel her chin pressing into his pelvis.

Patricia moaned and Kyle knew she could feel his cum pumping out his cock, first one spurt, then a second.

"Fuck," Kyle moaned, panting like crazy.

Patricia's head slid back up his cock, keeping him in her mouth as he pulsed out cum inside her, and she moaned as she tasted it, the feeling so erotic and exquisite that Kyle closed his eyes and groaned in pleasure.

After what felt like an eternity, his cock finally stopped pumping, and his body began to relax and Kyle, floored by the intensity of his orgasm, lay on the bed, breathing heavily.

Patricia sucked on his sensitive tip, making him flinch, and then she released him and sat upright at his side.

His fingers slid free of her pussy, and Kyle opened his eyes as she turned to look at him, wanting him to watch as she swallowed his cum into her tummy.

Patricia smiled, looking very pleased with herself. "You came," She said, grinning. "Hard."

"You're awesome," He panted. "Best blowjob. Ever."

"Oh, I think we'll be able to top that soon enough," She chuckled.

Kyle patted the bed beside him, but before she lay down, Patricia grabbed the sheet and dragged it over them both as she snuggled in beside him.

"You're quite the kink," Kyle murmured a few minutes later, his breathing now relatively normal.

"This girl has got skills," Patricia grinned, looking at him.

"I believe you." Kyle smiled as he wondered what else was in store for him.

"And just so you know, for future reference," Patricia said, pausing to lick his nipple. "If you feel the need to play with my ass a bit, you go right ahead."

"You like your ass played with?" Kyle asked, raising his head.

"Love it," She admitted. "Or do you think that's too dirty?"

"Fuck, no," Kyle smiled. "That's kinky as fuck. I'll be remembering that."

"Yay." She replied in her best girlie voice. "We nearly had the butt-sex tonight you know."

"What?" Kyle asked, startled.

She kissed his chest. "I really wanted to taste you though. Besides, I'm a patient girl. I can wait until tomorrow."

Kyle laughed and kissed her forehead. "Tomorrow's only a few hours away."

"Then you better get some sleep, Mister."

She rolled over onto her side, facing away from him, then bumped him repeatedly with her ass until he got the hint and spooned in behind her. His arm slid over her stomach and she pulled it up until it rested under her breasts.

"That's better," She murmured. "Oh, Kyle?"

"Yeah?"

"Turn off the light, please."

Edwin

"You... Why are you DOING THIS TO ME!" He bellowed, staring at the recording from Kyle's bedroom.

He stood upright and kicked hard at the waste paper bin, smashing it hard against the wall and turned back to stare at Patricia on the screen, coupling with.. him.

"You're meant to be mine!"

Edwin shook his head, wanting nothing more than to go upstairs and throw that upstart man off the Island and take his Patricia for himself, as he should have done long ago. As he stared at the screen, his chest heaving, he knew that it wouldn't work.

"You have to think, Edwin," He told himself. "You're smart, you've got the resources you need and you have the material to ensure when those incest-freaks leave, your Patricia stays here. Now think, work the problem. How to split them up?"

He paced back and forth in the small room, discarding idea after idea until he knew what he had to do.

"Provide evidence of him cheating on her, without exposing the system here. Temptation is what he needs. That and a sneaky video recording that can just happen to fall into my Patricia's hands, and I can be there to console her when he leaves her behind."

He smiled, a wicked and cunning expression that would have shocked many of the people who knew him. Their impression of the bumbly, snobby English gentleman who quietly got on with his work was exactly what he wanted them to think.

His gaze turned back to the screen.

"You will be mine."

Kyle

Kyle woke hard, knowing it was Patricia's hand around his erection, feeling her ass pressing back into his hips.

He could feel the tip of his cock pressing against her and then she opened up and he slid in.

"That's her ass," He realised as his tip moved in.

She gasped in the darkness, breathing fast and then he felt her press once more, taking him in a little more, slowly inching him inside.

"Holy fuck, she's tight," He thought.

Kyle could feel the slipperyness of a lubricant coating her, coating him as he crept inside her and he felt a thrill inside him, knowing that she'd readied herself while he slept.

"Kink," He whispered and felt her stiffen.

"Good morning, Kyle," She whispered back. "How's this for a new wake-up technique?"

He pushed forward a little, feeling how unbelievably tight she was and he heard her gasp again.

"I like it."

He felt her push back again, increasing the pressure as she pushed back against his cock, and he felt her ass give as she took the rest of him inside her.

She moaned and Kyle could hear the mixture of pain and pleasure in her voice, a beautiful sound that made him hornier than he was already.

He pulled slowly, sliding his cock back half an inch and then slowly rocked it forward again. He knew from the little experience he had with anal sex that going fast at the start was not a good thing.

"Easy," She whispered. "For now."