Chapter 12
Kyle had been-pleased. Helga had been pleased. After that evening, David was in solid. There would never be any question of his loyalty. The next time Helga arranged one of her sessions, David felt confident he would know just where to have the police come for the bust-whether they lost Helga during a tail or not.
The problem, of course, was now whether David wanted to bust Helga. Because, if David had discovered nothing else that evening, it was that he had enjoyed this whole bondage-and-discipline thing. And the b and d, combined with the obvious incestuous implications, had really had David flying high.
"I know it's you, David," Diana said. She was still hanging from the chains, watching the lone member of the attack group who remained in the room with her.
Helga and Kyle had left, turning over the mop-up operations to David. Helga had shown David where the bottle of ether was. All David had to do was use the ether to render Diana unconscious, unchain the woman and drive her to a designated drop-off location.
"I do know," Diana said, wondering if David were prepared to carry out this charade to its end.
"You're crazy!" David said. "If you think I'm your brother, you're as crazy as all hell!"
David walked over to the cabinet and brought down the bottle of ether as well as a large wad of cotton.
"Come on, now, David," Diana said. "You're not really going to go to the bother of rendering me unconscious, now, are you? Let's not be ridiculous. After all, it's not like either of us came out of this any the worse for wear, is it?"
"Doesn't it bother you-if I were your brother-that the two of us did something here tonight that society frowns upon?"
"Not particularly," Diana answered. And, for the first time in her life, she thought she could answer truthfully. In fact, she was feeling exceptionally good after all of that incest, sodomy, and girl-girl sex (the latter occurring when Helga had once decided to join in the action). "Does it bother you?"
And, David had to take a couple of seconds to think that over, didn't he? Because, while he had successfully rationalized it all to the point where he had gone so far as to fuck his sister, he was-now that the fuck was over-once again beset by some definite guilt about the whole affair. After all, he had raped his sister, hadn't he? And, even setting the aspect of rape to one side (was it rape when the woman enjoyed it? and, Diana had enjoyed it!), there were the incestuous aspects.
David began to unscrew the cap of the ether bottle. Maybe it was better just to knock his sister out and then drop her off somewhere, pretending later that David didn't know anything at all about what had happened to Diana after their supposed separation at the disco. That way, even though David would be forced to deal with his guilt, Diana would never be plagued by the knowledge that she really had gone "all of the way" with her brother.
"You know," Diana said, her nostrils dilating with the smell from the bottle, a smell that had quickly managed to cover the considerable distance between them, "that if you go ahead with this part of it that you'll only be ruining what we've found here this evening, don't you?"
"Ruining?" David asked curiously.
"We've finally done what we've always wanted to do, haven't we?" Diana asked. "We've finally got around to fucking each other. Now, you want ridiculously to pretend as if nothing has happened, don't you? You want to run now like I ran before; but, running doesn't accomplish anything, brother dear. Take it from your sister who tried the running for ten years."
David paused in what he was doing, wondering if he were preparing to run. And if he was, would he really prove anything by doing so?
"So, put the cap back on that bottle, David, and take off that hood. I'll grant you that the black leather added a nice touch, but it's time you and I got back to the reality. You fucked me; I liked it. It took a good long road for us to get to this particular moment of self-realization in our relationship, so let's don't spoil it. Let's don't waste any of this time and effort expended here this evening on our behalf."
David put the cap back on the bottle and turned back to his sister.Diana was right, wasn't she? They had fucked. They had enjoyed the fucking, as they had always suspected-and each feared-that they would. By pretending that it hadn't happened didn't mean it didn't happen, did it? So, wasn't it more healthy for all involved to bring it all out into the open?
"Take off your hood, David," Diana insisted. She, for one, really wanted an end to the game-playing.
David hesitated a moment and then began loosening the drawstrings that kept his hood secure around his neck. Still, he was reluctant to uncover his face; although, it had to be obvious that removing it was merely a formality at this point. Diana, after all, did know it was David, didn't she?
"Take off the hood, David," Diana instructed again.
And, David-hooking the fingers of his right hand beneath the hood-peeled the black leather encasement off over his face. He dropped the hood on the counter next to the ether bottle and ran his fingers through his blond hair which had become matted beneath the leather shell.
"Now," Diana said, momentarily forgetting the paining caused by the continued chafing of the metal manacles against her wrists and her ankles, "with the disguises all aside, each of us knowing full well who we are and what we are, I want you to bring that big cock of yours over here and fuck me again. That is if you can still manage an erection after all you've already been through this evening."
As if in response to Diana's conjecture, David's nowflaccid cock gave a decided jerk and began to stretch to new fullness with blood. It had soon pulsed to a complete and powerful hard-on.
"Fuck me, brother," Diana said. "Fuck me."
"Yea, sister," David agreed, walking toward Diana in chains, his thick cock weaving back and forth ... back and forth ... in front of his washboarded belly, his bull-like balls slapping gently against his muscular thighs. "I'll fuck you until you'll be spoiled for any other cock but that of your brother."
Which, other than being pure boast, turned out to be just exactly what David did do.