Third Day On The Island
At 10:00 am, a loud crash came from the bathroom. It was most peculiar in a house that usually was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Lacie jumped up with a start. “What was that?” she muttered to herself. Matt wasn’t so easily rattled but it was enough of a disturbance to cause him to open both eyes and turn his head to the bathroom door. Not sure what to expect, the next thing he heard was Lacie’s call, “Matt!” He hopped out of bed, raced to the bathroom and opened the door. He first saw Lacie on the opposite side typically dressed in her long sleeper T-shirt. She was staring down and to her right. There was Greta on her knees crouched down with her elbows on the floor and her hands over her head. Both the kids were dumbfounded.
“I hope that you’ll forgive me,” Greta implored. She was trembling. “I wanted to get your bathroom ready for you and I was trying to be quiet. I am so sorry to have disturbed you.”
Matt and Lacie just stared at each other. Lacie was very confused. Was this the same Greta that only two nights ago throttled the daylights out of both of them? Even though Matt was a little younger, he was a little quicker.
“Well, you are a clumsy slut!” Matt exclaimed. Greta just trembled all the more. “Get over here,” he commanded. If you want forgiveness, you can start by kissing my feet.”
Greta groveled over to Matt and began to cover his feet with kisses.
Lacie looked down and saw Greta’s bare pussy staring back at her from beneath her short dress. “And are you just going to ignore my feet?” she lashed out.
Lacie elevated her leg at the knee to present her right foot for Greta’s caresses. As Greta took her foot gently in her hand and began to kiss her toes, the rising of her leg caused the rising of her shirt exposing the soft blond hairs of her pussy for Matt’s view.
‘This is going to be fun,’ Matt though to himself. He reached back into his room and drew a leather belt from his jeans that were hanging on the hook just inside.
In the meantime, Lacie had dropped her right foot back onto the floor and offered Greta her left one to kiss.
“Greta,” she said, “you do realize just how badly you’ve behaved today, don’t you?”
Greta nodded her head as she continued kissing.
“Forgiveness is simply out of the question, but perhaps if you try very hard we may give you another chance.”
“Oh, you are most gracious to even consider that,” Greta replied.
The next sound was the swishing of Matt’s two-inch leather belt. It registered a loud slap in the air as it met her exposed ass.
Greta didn’t even flinch. “If it pleases you to punish me,” she said, “I could only hope for more.
With that Matt blistered her ass with another.
“Now what does a good servant do?” Lacie grabbed her by her hair, thrusting her head back to get the full impact of her scowl. With that, she drew up her shirt to her navel exposing the blond curls over her full soft pussy.
“She serves,” was Greta’s reply, and she raised her head up moving towards Lacie’s cunt. As she watched Greta draw near she witnessed the longest tongue she had ever seen slowly protruding from Greta’s mouth. By the time she was at her pussy it extended nearly four inches beyond her full lips. Lacie shuddered in anticipation of what she was about to experience. Greta so artfully parted her labia and curled her tongue upward to flick her clitoris that Lacie lost her composure.
Recovering quickly she commanded, “Carry me to my bed!” After a flick or two more with her tongue, Greta pulled her face gently away. She then carefully took Lacie in her arms and brought her to the edge of her bed. With her feet still on the floor, Lacie just reclined her head backward and spread her legs.
“Why do you have so many clothes on Greta?” Lacie badgered again. “What is wrong with you?” Before Greta could answer Lacie chided, “It’s because you’re stupid. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes Ma’am,” she said. “I am very stupid.”
“Stupid and clumsy!” Lacie shot back.
“Yes Ma’am. I’m stupid and clumsy.”
“Well,” Lacie again chided, “Do I have to tell you everything”
Greta quickly tore off her clothes and knelt before her Princess thrusting her snake of a tongue full into the depths of Lacie’s vagina.
“Careful, clumsy” she upbraided her. “I’m still a virgin.” Greta gently caressed her Lady’s pussy in every imaginable way.
Matt, who was still new to naked women, was frozen in place at the view of Greta’s unadorned pussy. He stepped out of his shorts and his huge throbbing erection bobbed in front of him.
It was a surprise for him to hear that Lacie was still a virgin if, indeed, it was even true. Nobody, however, would be surprised to hear that he was. He stepped up behind Greta admiring the fullness of her ass so richly appointed with the red welts left by the swipes of his belt. He couldn’t get over how beautiful Greta was.
“Greta,” he said, “I’m disappointed in you. Look at my cock here, and you are just ignoring it.”
She didn’t have to turn her head very far. Matt had moved right next to her. While she continued to work her magic fingers in Lacie’s vagina, she took Matt’s dick into her mouth. At first Greta just swiped her tongue and lips around the end of his cock, teasing and tantalizing.
“Is that as much as you can take?” Matt challenged her.
With that she plunged her head forward not stopping until her lips met his stomach. While she held her head there, he felt the action of her totally wild tongue wrapping around his dick. Then she began slowly to draw herself back and forth; her strong full lips never relaxing their grip. A throbbing began deep within him and he gasped. And then he gasped deeper, and even deeper again. His head rolled back and his eyes closed. He gasped yet again followed by a moan. He heard a ‘crack’ as his ass was the target of his belt.
“OOOOhhhhh!” he cried; the cum just streaming out of him. Greta plunged her head forward again taking in the entire length of his dick and just wiggled her head violently. Matt held both sides of her head as he marveled at the skill of this woman. She knew exactly what you needed, where, when and how much.
Recovering somewhat, he looked over his shoulder to see Lacie standing there holding his belt.
“That was fun,” she said smiling broadly. “You’ve got the greatest looking cock, and your Technicolor ass isn’t too bad either.”
Lacie had taken an entirely new attitude towards Matt. Ever since their first meeting with Greta two nights ago she stopped thinking of him as her pesky little brother. The way he sent her over the edge with the taunt he applied to her clit with his teeth gave her a whole new appreciation of his abilities. Watching him now with his wonderful dick in Greta’s mouth made her want him in a much deeper way than she ever wanted any guy. Matt looked at her now and saw the longing in her eyes.
“Greta,” he said, now the protector of his treasured sister, “You’ve been neglecting this young Lady here and I expect that you should properly attend to her. In fact,” he said, “she is so beautiful and deserving of your attention I don’t think that there is one square inch that you should overlook.”
Greta moved immediately again toward Lacie’s feet, kissing and licking everywhere. This again presented the full image of her soft full pussy for Matt’s view. He just couldn’t get enough of it. But his attention was now drawn to the look in his sister’s eyes.
As Greta slaved on at her ankles, Lacie said, “You were surprised to hear I was still a virgin, weren’t you?”
Matt just nodded. The idea of some bastard boring his dick into her always disturbed him. “It was a pleasant surprise,” he finally said. “It’s just that I thought…” he didn’t finish his sentence.
“Yeah, I know,” she said. “That’s what everybody thinks. Except mom,” she said. She noticed that about a year ago I started to get anxious around guys and that led to the best talk we ever had. She knew exactly what I was going through, and said that the same thing happened to her. I always knew she was sexy, but she started to share with me how when she was my age, the urgency and intensity of her desires were so strong, she was afraid she would be unable to manage it.”
At that moment Greta had moved her face and tongue to the inside of Lacie’s thigh with the top of her head just brushing lightly her against pussy. Lacie was reminded all too clearly of the desire that flamed up from there.
“Mom’s solution for me was to put me on the pill. She said she wasn’t encouraging me, but she didn’t want the fear of pregnancy to factor into my anxiety. I just loved her for that. That started last winter.”
“I know” was Matt’s reply.
She was surprised. “You knew?”
“Sure,” he said “I got a watch out for my beautiful sister, and I notice everything about her. It was in February that you went up to a ‘C’ cup. And I saw your pill case in the bathroom one day.”
“Well, I’m glad you’re on top of my underwear drawer. You didn’t tell anyone about the pill, did you?” She was a little alarmed.
“Of course not, I’m going to protect you for as long as you need me to. I would never betray one of your secrets.”
Special warmth flowed over her with this pledge of fidelity. She was moved in a way that even a few days ago would have been unthinkable. “I really do love you,” she said.
Greta was moving right along while this love poem being played out between brother and sister. She brought another special warmth of her own as she ran the back of her hand across Lacie’s pussy into her crotch. Lacie started to buckle over. She flushed red and radiated a beauty that her favorite admirer had to admit surpassed her former charms. Greta moved around to the bottom of her round ass persistently lick and kissing, not to miss “one square inch”, as she had been instructed. Matt moved toward his radiant Princess embraced her, and placed the softest imaginable kiss on her lips.
Lacie pulled him to her as tightly as was possible and bringing her sweet lips to his ear said, “Matt, will you please be my first? I mean right now.”
“Greta,” Matt said, interrupting her duty, “You have the honor to prepare the Princess for her first lover.”
“An honor of which I am most appreciative,” was her reply.
It was like she had been preparing for this her entire life. She bowed low before Lacie. Bestowed a gentle kiss on each of her feet and then on her knees. Cradling her in her arms like the most precious of treasures, she carried her to her bed. As she laid her onto the bed she kissed her navel, the tips of each breast, her eyes and her forehead.
Looking toward Matt she said, “Good Sir, we need but just a few minutes.”
She reached in to a bathroom cabinet for a bottle and gently closed the door to the bathroom leaving Matt on the other side.
Speaking softly and warmly Greta began her litany; “You are the most beautiful woman on earth right now. That man who should enjoy your touch should be considered the most fortunate of creatures. To be in your presence is a privilege in itself. The finest silk is nothing to compare to your softness…”
As she continued with this song, she began to lightly apply the perfumed oil she had pulled from the bathroom. Greta was the perfect attendant. As she massaged it into her shoulders she spoke of the dignity that her shoulders mustered in support of her elegant neck. There was no part of her body that Lacie did not hear praised. She never had such a feeling of well-being.
Greta saved her Venus mound for last. It was only here that she used her tongue She spoke now with her tongue in a different manner. The praises were exchanged for caresses. Lacie heaved under the strokes. Lastly, Greta applied a liberal amount of oil to her pussy. Her Princess was ready.
Lacie was glowing. She felt so wonderful she thought she might melt into the bed.
“We’re ready for you, good Sir,” Greta softly called out, and she took her place on the floor at the foot of the bed.
The door slowly opened and Matt just stood there amazed at the beauty of his sister. After a moment he said, “I do love you. I have always loved you.”
With the faintest but must compelling gesture Lacie encouraged him toward her using only one finger on her left hand.
As he approached the foot of the bed, Greta gently slid her left hand up the inside of his thigh and said, “Allow me good Sir.” She raised herself to her knees and swallowed his enormous cock. With only a few strokes he was as hard as he had ever been. As she pulled away from him, she wiped her oil rich hands around and around his swollen dick. Lacie beckoned to him with both her arms this time, and he crawled onto the bed and over her.
“You are the rarest of creatures,” he said to her and he settled himself onto her.
“I am so ready for you!” she exclaimed. She wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him.
His dick had no problem finding its mark. Slowly probing at first he broke the gentle resistance of the gateway and then thrust full into her. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced as he felt the clench of the walls that now surrounded his member.
Lacie moaned under the thrill of the sting and the pleasure of his first entry. Her stomach contracted and she thrust her self up into him.
“Oh, I’m so wanting you!” she exclaimed, and their bodies ground together in rhythms that penetrated through to their fingertips.
The orgasm that came over them was unlike any known to them before. It rolled and heaved as they rolled and heaved. They moaned and called to each other as they made love, their skin touching each other’s and letting the pleasure take over them as they enjoyed each other like never before. Until finally, exhausted they lay there kissing - ear, neck, shoulder; whatever was within reach of their lips. They were consumed.
After a few minutes they looked about. Greta was gone. They kissed some more and fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Get out the hankies girls! But you'll smile when you see Greta at her wily best in Chapter 4 on ‘Laundry Day’
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