Chapter 3
As Gilda walked quickly to Lonny's room, she kept darting glances over her shoulder to make sure that no one was watching her. She was convinced that when they were awake they had nothing else better to do than to spy on her. She really wanted to get out of that house, anything would be preferable to the constant fear and paranoia that she lived under when she was there.
When she had first arrived at the house, as a young bride, three years ago, she had tried to talk herself out of the feelings that she got. She kept telling herself that she was being foolish and silly and there was nothing wrong except the house was old and decrepit and so were the people. She thought that she was only pining for youthful companionship. But over the years she realized that it wasn't all in her imagination and she dreaded everything that she had to come and pay her unwilling respects.
When she came to Lonny's door, she knocked so try and waited for an answer, hoping that he hadn't already trotted off downstairs.
"Come in," came a voice from far off.
Gilda figured that Lonny was in the private bathroom connected to his room. She opened the door and went inside, quietly closed the door and headed for the bathroom.
"Lonny? Are you in there?" she called to him.
"Come on in, honey," he gayly called out, "and how's dear old hubby?" But he stopped short with his bantering tone when he saw Gilda's face. "Aw honey, come here. What's the matter, baby? You look like you're going to cry.
"I feel like I'm going to cry, Lonny," she gulped tearfully, "we just finished another one of our 'whoopee' love-making sessions. And as usual, Gene passed out on me.
"Damnit, Lonny, he almost took the initiative tonight, men he had to go and blow it by giving up on me! I don't know much longer I can take this-all of this, him, this god awful house, the relatives-any of it! I feel like I'm constantly being spied upon when the vultures are awake and haunted when they are asleep. The only time I feel safe is when I'm with you and even then it isn't a hundred percent peaceful.
"That's not mentioning that I really do like Gene and feel guilty every time we are together. But I can't do without you! I would like nothing better than to have Gene and me to work it out and have you find someone really nice that you could live with. But it doesn't look like we're fated to have such a nice life."
Lonny had quietly listened to her while she poured out all her frustrations, then he reached up and took her arm and pulled her down to his wet, soapy body. He cuddled her and rocked her back and forth, murmuring sweet cooing sounds in her hair. He knew that his sister was nearly distraught with her marriage and her guilt about them. He, on the other hand, had no guilt feelings about what they did. They were two beautiful people, who were in love, had been in love for a long time, and could satisfy each other. Why shouldn't they? Just because they were brother and sister and society frowned upon such activities?
Lonny knew for a fact that the Hawaiian royalty was one long line of the first born male and female coupling and producing more children. And they weren't insane far from it, they were very wise people. To them, incest was a necessity to keep their pure blood. It wasn't even really frowned upon for the commoners, although it wasn't encouraged, either.
He noticed that Gilda seemed considerably more calm so he gently slipped her robe off of her and pulled her into the bathtub. She followed him as if she were nothing but a rag doll. She was letting him guide her, do with her as he would to make her forget all that had happened, wash her clean and make her pure again. All she wanted was to be like they were when they were kids, just for a little while. She wanted nothing to do with the grownup world, it could be big and horrible and it could swallow her up.
She felt Lonny's long, thin, almost feminine hands caress her small, full breasts, caress them and make them feel tingly. The thing that was so different about Lonny from anyone else was that he never demanded from her. She never felt pushed or coaxed against her will, therefore she usually ended up fucking him because it felt good.
She moaned softly, leaning back into his tender embrace, sensing, loving every touch, every motion that he made. She felt cared for, that was it, cared for-not some prize won in a carnival or some precious statue easily broken.
Lonny felt his sister's total relaxation and release. He and he alone knew how to get her that way, of this he was confident. He felt his cock begin to swell and push against her ass in an effort to rise to the top of the water. He had to laugh to himself, water seemed to be their playground for the day. They were going to have the cleanest fucks of anyone going.
He slid his hand down to her pussy and began to play with her pulsating clitoris. He could feel the heat from it, he could feel his own heat, he could feel the urge expand and throb through him, the urge "to take her and fuck her for all she was worth, to remind her that there really was such a thing as good sex.
He rubbed harder and harder on her palpitating nob of flesh. He pinched it and pulled it, he heard her breathing change and become more and more rapid.
She began to wriggle around in the water which was sloshing over the sides of the tub. She felt Lonny's hard tool press against her ass and she wanted it inside of her tiny hole. She wanted to feel the delightful pain and pleasure that happened when he ass fucked her. Her cunt was so hot and aching that she could hardly stand it. Her moans were growing louder and louder and more and more demanding.
She didn't care if anyone heard her-she didn't care if Gene walked in right now and saw them, all she wanted was Lonny and his marvelous prick. Her nipples had extended to twice their size and were driving her crazy.
They would jump and twitch if she even breathed on them. She could hear Lonny's moans rising in pitch to match hers and she knew that it wasn't going to be long They both were in too big a hurry to play, to draw it out, to make it last. They wanted now, with a fury that was not uncommon to them.
She looked at the light flashing on the water, she looked at the tiny stars that it formed and she could see their world start to swirl and whirl and form around her again. It was like rising out of the mist of the newborn world like Venus who came from the sea in a shell. The lights blinked and glittered at her and suddenly went out.
Just at that moment, Lonny slammed his rod into her ass. He felt her tense up as she let out a yelp, and then seem to disappear. But this didn't bother him because he disappeared with her, and they floated out into the great wide open spaces. They floated and drifted and were carried along on the currents of energy.
Then Lonny began to move inside of the tight, hot, puckered hole. He moved with a savage fury, moved with a cruelty that only real love can achieve and not be cruel. He slammed and shoved his cock into her over and over again. He rubbed and scraped her clitoris until he was sure that it was raw from the friction. He felt his gut being churned up and heaved around inside of him, like he was a giant tossed salad-all he needed was the dressing. He felt the hole grab and suck his prick in deeper and deeper.
He felt Gilda's ass clamp down so hard and squeeze his cock like a vise and he thought that he was going to burst like a ripe tomato. He jerked it in and out, pushing and pulling, struggling to keep it moving. The sweat was rolling off of him, the steam was rising from him, the fire was getting bigger and bigger and soon he knew that it was going to spill out of the crater and down the mountainside.
Gilda was screaming with joy, screaming with the sharp needle like pain, screaming with the sheer delight of ecstasy. She felt his hard, granite shaft rip into her and tear out of her. She felt its urgency and matched it with her own. She felt the space spin around her and toss her from place to place. She saw worlds beyond worlds, she was in space.
Her cunt was flowing and spewing its juices into the water, forming milky patterns laced all through it. Her clitoris was practically numb from the rough treatment had given it. Her body was alive and glowing, vibrating with the energy, and with the electricity and with the passion of their fucking. She climaxed, and climaxed again until she thought she couldn't possibly go any higher. She couldn't possibly climax anymore, she would short circuit every nerve in her body if she did.
Faster and harder, more and more, their passion wouldn't release them, wouldn't let them fall into the pit of orgasm, wouldn't let them soar through the gates of heaven. They slammed and writhed against each other.
They contorted their bodies in the small confines of the bath. They twisted and squirmed with, against each other. They fought with each other, they went with each other. They couldn't get there fast enough. Their bodies were aching and sweating with the exertion. They were oscillating, undulating, quivering in their need. Faster, harder, deeper, more, again and again and again until suddenly Lonny felt his guts being ripped out of him and rocketed up between Gilda's fair buttocks! She felt the sudden swell of the tip of his cock, and then the burst of his semen! Their bodies trembled violently and then lay still.
Gilda looked up at Lonny and smiled, "Do you think we'll make it to dinner?"
He glanced over at his watch that was laying on top of the John, "Since we have only been here for half an hour, I would imagine that we could make it."
"My god, I was sure it was longer than that," she mumbled.
"Remember, we don't have time in our world--it doesn't exist," he said lightly.
"O.K., we have time, but do you think we can make it," she laughed.
"Having just made it, I'm sure that we can make it," Lonny quipped.
"Then your legs are a better man than I am gunga din, because I don't think mine are going to be able to support me for the next four hours-at least."
"Oh come now, lean on me and I'll help you. We can always say you tripped and fell if anyone asks."
"Great, Lonny, just what I always wanted, to be fawned over by those vultures, those vampires, those ugly creatures from the black lagoon," she finished exasperatedly.
"I'll manage under my own steam, thank you, I'd rather weave a bit and say that I had drunk some wine. Let them think I'm tippling at the bottle, besides that should give them a jolly lot to talk about in their spare time," Gilda stormed.
"Darling, you shouldn't let them get to you this way," he replied with concern, "you've got to learn to let them roll off of you like water on a duck's back..." "Ducks have feathers to protect them, I don't-I don't
have anything to protect me." "You have me," he said quietly. "Lonny, they hate your guts and Gene doesn't know how or can't or won't stand up to them, I don't know which. But one thing's for sure, I can't expect protection from him!" she declared.
Gilda got out of the bathtub, swayed a bit, and then steadied herself. She yanked a towel off the rack and began to vigorously dry herself, as if to prove that she could manage by herself. Lonny got out more slowly, then quietly reached over and took the towel from her. He gently began to dry her off, again calming her and soothing her jangled nerves.
"Easy, baby, easy," he whispered, "don't take it out on your poor body. It doesn't deserve that kind of treatment. Now just relax, forget about it and think of us. Always of us when it starts getting over your head." "Oh Lonny, Lonny," she murmured and snuggled closer to him, "what would I ever do without you, big brother?"
"Probably keep right on going, you have a lot more stamina than you think you do, darling sister. You just have to have more confidence in yourself," he said lightly.
"O.K., I'll work on having more confidence, meanwhile, take care of me," she said in a childish voice.
"Well now, Gene's supposed to take care of you, honey and speaking of Gene, what's his schedule. When's he supposed to leave again?"
"You know? That's actually what I came in to tell you but I was so upset with him and everything that I completely forgot. He's going away again in two days. This time he'll be gone for a whole two weeks," she happily flung her arms out, "just think, two whole glorious weeks with you, and what's more-not here! Back in my own little house, with its cheery yellow walls and bright curtains. Doesn't that sound great?"
"Fantastic, lovey, simply fantastic! Then we don't have to worry about anybody walking or spying on us. It'll be just like old times, before you got married," he said, tenderly.
"Maybe we can pretend that it is old times," she shyly said. "Maybe we can go on a sort of second honeymoon or childhood. You know, I think that I'm more married to you than I am to Gene. Sometimes that makes me very sad. I would like to feel married to Gene. I would like to feel that he is my husband, but since I don't, and you are, we'll go on a second honeymoon."
"I get torn between rootin' for you and Gene to make it and praying that you leave him. It isn't easy for me. Hey! When did we get married?" he suddenly demanded.
"Why, when you took me that night so long ago, when I was but a tiny nubile nymph at the tender age of fourteen," she flourished dramatically.
"Tender young age," he squawked, "you were torturing me when you were six and seven-I always wondered who corrupted whom."
They both started to laugh and were laughing still when they descended the stairs to the dining room.