Eyes in the dark, who watch me so,
Gift me flames to quench my woe.
Fight for love and love for blood,
Lest dearest sibling`s soul forgot.
Translated Gaelic chant, circa 1269
§1
“Fi, are you trying to break a leg?”
The question rung out louder than I`d meant across the forest. The trees had an unnerving way of distorting sound. My sister Fiona turned around on the log after regaining her balance.
“Don`t be so grumpy, Liam,” she replied with that unbearable smile, which had been plastered on her face since leaving the hotel. “Aren`t you excited to see dad again?”
I groaned inwardly, but drew in a deep breath and tried to exhale my frustration.
“You know that`s not how it works, right?”
“Of course it is, dummy.” She rolled her eyes as I stepped up next to her, “I`m a lot stronger than last year, and even then I could already feel his presence. This year I just know I can do it.”
A sad, little smile tugged at my lips. Those last words were so like Fi. Even years after our father`s passing, she`d never lost that spark of hope and optimism. Of course she`d grieved, but where others would`ve accepted that their loved one was gone, Fiona was positive she could find a way to reunite us again.
So here we were… Hiking in the ancient woods of Ireland, on the final day of October, trying to reach out to a lost soul.
“Tell me again how this is supposed to work, sis, `cause I still don`t think I get it.”
“Gosh, you`re dense sometimes,” she said, mirth tinting her voice.
She collected her thoughts, making me wait for the explanation, while we continued to make our way through the forest, guided only by an old compass Fiona claimed would guide us.
“So, Samhain, the pagan festival, better known as All Hallows Eve or Halloween, is the time of the year where the veil between the mortal world and the spirit world is… flexible, right?”
She took a few quick breaths, checking our heading with the compass.
“In order to contact and interact with the spirit world you need a priest or priestess…,” she waved her hand in an encompassing gesture, indicating herself, “…to perform a ritual summoning and draw the attention of the Sidhe.”
“And who is this ‘she’ again?”
“It`s not a ‘she’, it`s the Sidhe, spelled s-i-d-h-e.” She explained impatiently.
“Aha… And what, exactly, does that have to do with dad?” I asked skeptically.
“Well,” Fiona drawled, “the Sidhe are renowned for making deals, and since dad was Irish and souls are kind of theirs after death…”
She rolled a hand to indicate that I should finish the thought.
“Which means we can make a deal for, what, his ghost?” My eyebrow drew up in an expression of doubt as I put a mocking emphasis on the last word.
Fiona sighed, fluttering the front of her hoodie in an attempt to cool herself. A hint of exasperation or doubt entered her voice. “I don`t know, Li… something, at least.”
***
We trudged along in silence, following an old, haggard trail for a while.
Despite it being autumn, the forest hadn`t given up on summer. Seeming to cling onto its warmth as if to a lover`s arms. Desperately trying to hold on, knowing full well the embrace would end. For us that meant that because we`d dressed for colder weather, the trek had left us sweaty and sticky.
The heavy packs we carried didn`t make the hike any easier, as we`d seen fit to pack for a night of camping.
We stopped walking for a moment, looking at each other and trying to ignore our quickened breathing. The fresh scent of pine trees filled my lungs.
I saw the determination in my her eyes, then. The same resolve that had convinced me to take a few days off work, book us a flight to Northern Ireland and arrange a room in a countryside hotel.
Fiona wasn`t going to back down.
“Alright.”
Her lips curled up in a grin, “yeah?”
I couldn`t resist her stupid, infectious optimism, so I let out a sigh of defeat and smiled back.
“Yeah.”
“Well, get a move on, then.” She slapped my ass playfully.
§2
We walked for another half hour as the sun slowly set behind the horizon. The dense forest filtered out the remaining light to a few thin rays.
“How much farther, Fi? This place is starting to give me the creeps.”
My younger sister`s eyes glance down to the compass. “Shouldn`t be long now.”
“The fact that you`re not using a map kind of worries me.” I said. “How do you even know that we`re going in the right direction?”
“Because…”
She started to speak, but stopped as we rounded a crowded stand of trees. In front of us lay a large clearing. The purple sky overhead was dotted with faintly visible stars, as I took in the sight of a massive rock formation in the middle of the glade.
“Because the compass started spinning,” Fiona finished in a whisper, her eyes fixed on the stone pile.
“Come on.” She took my hand and together we stepped out beyond the tree line, walking straight to the structure while taking in our surroundings.
“Isn`t it beautiful, Liam?”
Her hushed words perfectly matched the haunting atmosphere. Everything was quiet, almost making the clearing feel like a holy place. Which I supposed it was… once upon a time.
We reached the strange rocks in the center of the glade after four dozen strides.
“What is…”
Upon closer inspection of the hewn slabs I noticed runes running along the length and sides, the top covered with a thick layer of moss. It was easily four yards in diameter as we walked around it. The stone formation seemed like a vast, raised…
“A table,” Fiona said.
“An altar” I corrected.
We stood there, momentarily perplexed by having actually found the ritualistic remnants of an ancient festival.
It seemed so… surreal.
Fiona broke the reverent silence first. “Let`s get to work, Li. We don`t have long before the sun sets completely.”
I looked up at the stars and indeed noticed the blanket of dark blue replacing the violet shades of twilight.
“Okay, what do you want me to do?”
“Gather some wood to make a fire. We need enough to light four big ones.”
Setting my pack down against the rocks I turned to go, as she grinned mischievously.
“And try not to wake the dead, Liam.” She oscillated her voice, making it sound like she was telling an old timey ghost story.
I didn`t dignify that with a response, instead giving her the finger and a smirk, before making my way to the trees, hand axe at the ready.
§3
It might have been my imagination, but as I cut down the last bundle of dry branches, Fiona`s words seemed to get to me.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up several times, when I turned my back to the dim forest.
*crack*
Axe raised, I spun around, peering into the trees. The headband mounted flashlight pierced through the falling darkness.
Try not to wake the dead, my ass, I thought frantically.
Now, in the light of day a forest might be dense, but it always holds a certain atmosphere of calmness and serenity. Once the sun fades, though, and the shadows plunge the woods in darkness, that atmosphere gets a lot less comforting. Don`t believe me? Go into the deep woods one night and turn off your lights. You`ll see what I mean.
*Snap*
The adrenaline rushing through my veins made it hard to hear anything over the sound of my racing heart. I tried to discover the source of the noise without trembling.
The sooner Fi does her little magic trick, the sooner we can get out of here.
But I knew there was no getting out of here. We were deep inside nearly forgotten woods and I knew it was pure stupidity to walk through the night. Besides slowing travel to a crawl it was a surefire way to injure yourself.
Never taking my eyes of the surrounding thickets and bushes, I gripped my bundle of firewood and took slow, deliberate steps backwards.
It was probably nothing, right? Just an animal, foraging, probably.
Oh shit, does Ireland have wolves? Or bears? Fuuuck…
I heard crackling behind me and froze. A cold chill racing up my spine.
Shit, shit, shit! They`ve surrounded me!
Then I spotted them…
The eyes.
Twin points of amber, hovering in front of me, reflected from the flashlight, ten feet from where I stood.
I felt tears of fear stinging in my eyes as the unhuman gaze fixed me in place.
*snap*
A small twig behind me betrayed another creature.
My entire body felt cold as my heart tried to pound out of my chest.
Fuck this! I`m not going down without a fight!
Mustering every last shred of courage I still held I readied myself to strike.
Too late…
A hand fell of my shoulder
“Liam?”
“AAAH!”
I whirled, shrieking like a teakettle, illuminating the face of my attacker.
…Of course…
“…You`re an idiot” Fiona said dryly, shading her eyes with her hand. Her brows were knitted together in annoyance, but her twitching lips betrayed her amusement. I could have passed out right then and there, from either shock or embarrassment.
My nostrils flared wildly as ragged breaths tore through my lungs.
“You- you- you-.”
“I,” she said calmly, “need some light to see by, and since you`re carrying the only flashlight, I thought I`d better come help my big, strong, fearless brother.”
Shakingly, I nodded my head, rapidly blinking my eyes. “Y-yeah, okay. I just- I thought I saw a bear…or something.”
“Oh my God,” Fiona said with a chuckle, turning back to the clearing, “Ireland doesn`t have any bears, Rambo, you`re safe. Now c`mon.”
Feeling like a complete jackass, I quickly scanned the bushes behind us, grabbed the bundle of branches and followed her back to the clearing.
§4
The feeling of being watched persisted for the next hour, while I set up our tent and helped Fiona construct and light four, large campfires, which encircled the stone altar.
As a final touch she placed a stumpy candle on the center of the stone table, lighting it with one of the last matches.
“There, that ought to do it.” She said, stepping back to admire her work.
I`d just placed our packs inside the tent and was relieved to see that, aided by the stars, the fires provided an unexpected amount of light.
The flashlight added to the illumination, of course, but I had the sudden sense that in this ancient stretch of wilderness, the meager will of human ingenuity had to give way to the primordial forces of bygone eras.
“What do we do now?” I whispered.
Fiona reached into the pouch of her hoodie and retrieved a small notebook. “Now we perform the summoning ritual and hope for the best.”
I beheld her doubtfully, as she took her small penknife from her pocket and cut off a lock of her hair.
“A summoning, you say…”
“Yep,” she replied, “now get your butt up here and help me.”
This has got to be the strangest way to spend Halloween… I mentally commented to myself. But you knew what you signed up for when you ordered those tickets, dumbass.
I strode onto the stone slab, standing opposite my sister, the lit candle between us. She handed me the knife. “I need some of your hair.”
My eyebrow lifted on its own accord, I swear.
“Oh, don`t give me that, Liam. Just do it, please.” She wiggled the handle of the penknife, prompting me to take it. I deftly sheared off a fingers width of hair and handed both it and the tiny knife back.
“Thank you,” she said, rubbing the hairs together with her own.
“Welcome.”
Then everything became… weird.
Fiona began mumbling, eyes closed, rubbing our combining hairs together inches from her lips. I couldn`t make out the words, but the cadence held something akin to a prayer. Three lines, following a strange rhythm, repeated over and over again.
It might have been a trick of the light, but I would swear that I saw the flames of the campfires ebbing and flowing in time to Fiona`s words.
A hush fell over the glade.
She started rocking, first back and forth, steadily transitioning into small circles. Going further into her trance-like invocation.
The sound of her voice echoed across the clearing, louder and louder, building to a crescendo of plea and need and appeal. I recognized the name of our father between the archaic sounds.
Abruptly, Fiona stopped moving, her eyes opened and she spoke the three lines one last time. She uttered them with such conviction and force of will they almost sounded like a command. Fiona held our hairs in the now surging candleflame, which consumed them in an unnatural gust of sparks.
The silence was deafening…
They weren`t.
§5
We sat stunned, the shimmering shower of glowing particles descending on us.
All around us, encircling the entire glade, we could see figures.
“Fi…” I breathed, unable to take my eyes of them.
“It worked.” She seemed dumbfounded.
The roiling mass of creatures remained carefully obscured in the shadows cast by the firelight. They danced with slow, unearthly grace back and forth, as if anticipating each slight flicker of flame that would betray their features.
A sea of reflective eyes, like a cosmos of amber stars, surrounded us. The uncomfortable feeling of dread gnawed at my stomach again.
“The Sidhe,” whispered Fiona.
“There must be hundreds of them.” I said, looking around the tree line, which seemed to sway with the throng of lithe bodies hidden within. “Now what?”
Fiona looked at a loss for words, “I- I- uhm I-”
Fortunately, that was when one of the figures separated from the horde of beings and strode towards us.
As the Sidhe neared the flames of the campfire I could make out more details about its appearance.
She was an elegant creature. Thin and slender, her skin the color of leaves and grass, delicately marbled to let her blend in with her natural surroundings.
Her long, pale hair flowed behind her like a brides dress, leaving her naked body exposed.
Long legs made it seem like she flowed, more than walked, towards my sister, who sat frozen in awe.
The female gently took Fiona`s face in one hand and whispered something in her ear, her pale lips a mere hairsbreadth from Fiona`s ear. Both their gazes became fixed on me as the female purred unintelligible words.
Fiona`s face betrayed her emotions as she listened carefully. Shock, relief, joy, apprehension, disgust and finally; acceptance.
The last thing the Sidhe female said had a slight raising of pitch on the last word; a question.
I looked at Fiona as her eyes darted from me to the female and back to me. She hesitated.
The creature`s pale lips breathed the question again, followed by a statement that included our fathers name.
“Fi…” I began.
The cat-like eyes of the Sidhe bored into mine, silencing me as effectively as if she had slapped me. The message was clear, it was not my place to speak.
Fiona seemed to take in a deep, steadying breath and answered the females question in the same archaic language she had chanted in.
She`d agreed to something… a deal.
§6
The slender creature, hummed and smiled, turning Fiona`s head to face her. She leaned in and pressed her mouth against my sister`s, forcing her tongue between her lips as their kiss deepened.
At first Fiona seemed repulsed, but as the Sidhe began to writhe against her, she melted into the embrace.
I could feel an uncomfortable tightness in my jeans as I stared, mesmerized by the sight. Didn`t every guy dream of watching two beautiful women making out with this kind of passion?
But dude, this is my little sister.
Yet, despite my mental rebuke, I was unable to move a muscle as the being tangled her long fingers into Fiona`s auburn hair and drew her in even closer.
Their movements became more erotic and I saw my sister`s hips shifting in small movements.
As suddenly as it began, it ended.
The Sidhe female withdrew smoothly and retreated back to the trees.
Fiona stood shakily, her hair tousled, her eyes dazed and half-lidded. Unfocussed, she licked her lips and moaned softly. Her hands trailed over her body. One resting between her thighs, the other rubbing her chest.
She seemed totally enraptured in the creature`s sensual embrace, wanting more. Needing more.
I couldn`t find my voice.
I stood there, dumbly, as Fiona eagerly pulled her hoodie over her head, obscuring her face behind a tangle of hair when the garment cleared her head.
Her boots, pants and underwear followed quickly, dropping to the grass in rapid succession.
Gasping and panting, Fiona`s fingers found her sex again. Her nipples hardened noticeably in the flickering fire, responding to her rolling touch, while the roiling mass of Sidhe cheered her on.
“Fi,” I said for the third time, causing her eyes to center on me.
“Liam-”
She spoke my name like she was surprised to see me standing there.
Fiona walked shakily around the stone table, using her hands to steady herself. She stumbled just before reaching me and fell into my arms. I caught her.
God, sometimes I forgot how light she actually is.
“Liam,” she said, “I did it. I made a deal to see dad.”
§7
I was hesitant. Fiona seemed… different. Her half-lidded eyes stared dreamily at me as I held her.
“What did you promise them?”
“Something trivial,” she murmured, nuzzling her nose against my cheek.
Yeah, she was definitely behaving unlike herself.
“What do you mean, ‘trivial’, Fi? What did you promise them?”
Fiona chuckled, as she twined her arms around my neck. “They`re bored, Liam. There hasn`t been a proper ritual performed here in centuries.”
“The people who used to live here contacted them each Samhain. It made them feel more… connected to this world,” she explained absently. “The humans got to see their loved ones and the Sidhe got a show.”
I was painfully aware of my bulging jeans and the way her hips rubbed against me. I`d been with enough girls to know where this was heading.
“Fi, you`re acting weird.” I tried to push her off me, but she held on to me with surprising force. In a surprising display of dominance she twisted me around, placing the back of my knees against the stone table and used the leverage of her arms around my neck to tip me backwards.
I tried to catch myself, before my head cracked against the cold, hard slab. Instead, I fell onto the soft bedding of moss covering the rock slab. It hurt about as much as falling back into a mattress.
The impact and Fiona`s slight mass landing on top of me knocked the wind out of my lungs, regardless.
“I`m acting precisely like I should.” she said.
She then sat up on her knees, straddling me, her nudity illuminated by the quartet of campfires that encircled the altar.
My breathing halted as I let my gaze roam over her naked body.
Her flat stomach fluttered as she traced her fingers up and down her sides. It was almost like she was intoxicated…
That female`s kiss, that has to be why she`s doing this.
Fiona`s perky breasts were tipped with delicate nipples that responded to the brisk air with mouthwatering hardness. Her areola`s slightly puffy from arousal.
Her hips rocked gently as her hands ran through her auburn hair, her belly gyrating slowly in rhythm with her breathing. It was, without a doubt, the most sensual pose I`d ever seen on a woman.
The crowd of Sidhe seemed to appreciate it as well. Letting out high-pitched howls that resounded melodiously across the clearing.
I might not have been able to understand them, but I recognized the sentiment. Soft, honeyed voices cheered Fiona on as she displayed herself for all present.
Her arms still upraised, her brown eyes found mine.
“Open your mouth, Li.”
Her words broke the captivating hold she had over me.
“W-what?” I managed to utter.
“Open your mouth,” she repeated, more slowly, more demanding, clearly enunciating each word.
“Fiona, this is crazy. Enough is enough. I-”
My rebuke died on my lips as she moved faster than I thought possible. She grabbed my wrists and wrenched them above my head, so she could pin them with an single hand. She used her free hand to lift my chin, forcing me to look at her.
My sister`s heart-shaped face floated above mine, her hair cascading down around my head, blocking us from sight of the Sidhe.
“They want a show, Liam. We can`t deny them that.” She said the words softly, lovingly. Yet, I heard the steel resolve that was so characteristic of my sister. She wasn`t going to let this go.
“I can force your jaws apart, Li,” she whispered, the hint of a threat edging her words, “but wouldn`t you much rather help your little sister?”
I could feel her warm breath on my skin, she was so close.
“I- I- I-.”
“Please, big brother,” she cooed, “I need you.”
That last plea was spoken so near to me that her lips brushed mine. I felt a moment of reluctance, but parted my lips anyway.
Fiona purred in pleasure and spit into my mouth.
§8
Now, when I say she ‘spit in my mouth’, there was nothing crass or vulgar about the gesture. Fiona took some time gathering saliva and slowly let a drop descent from her tongue.
The cheering yelps of the surrounding Sidhe died down as they could sense what was about to happen.
A hushed anticipation mingled with the chilly autumn night.
I stared into my sister`s loving, hazel eyes, as the thread of spit made its way down, anticipating the moment it would connect with my tongue. I can`t rightfully explain why this simple action held such significance.
My sister was an attractive woman, but I knew that objectively. I`d never considered lusting after her. Yet here, being held down by her iron grip, about to receive this gift from her, all other women paled in comparison.
The moment the drop entered my mouth a rush of energy spread through my body. It felt like a wave of crackling heat, that crashed through every fiber of my being, to the top of my head and the tip of my toes.
My back arched, muscles straining. I didn`t quite lose consciousness, but my vision when blurry with the passionate color of fire and the fertile shades of green around us.
My head pulsed with a delightful rhythm I wanted to lose myself in.
Fiona watched me, wickedly enjoying the pleasure her simple act brought me. She pressed her chest down against me, while still restraining my arms above me.
The twin tips of hardened arousal trailing across my chest made me groan in desire, but it was her heartbeat that set me off. It resonated through my being, increasing the waves of fever-hot hunger coursing through my veins.
Quickly as it had come on, the surges ebbed. Draining from my limbs and head, to settle as a ball of warmth in my chest.
“What did you do to me?” I whispered, eyes still unfocussed.
My sister relaxed her hold on me, lowering herself fully onto my trembling body. Her face was inches from mine as she lightly brushed her thumb along the sensitive line of my lips.
“I shared their gift with you, Li,” she explained, “it`ll make it easier on us.”
While she spoke her attention didn`t leave my mouth. A distinctly uncomfortable feeling contradicted the spark of lust burning in my chest.
“Fi, what did you promise them?!”
A slow exhalation was the only indication she`d heard me.
“Fiona,” I said more forcefully, taking her wrist to stop her trailing fingers and righting myself fractionally, “what did you promise them?”
The motion broke the building tension across the glade. The Sidhe recoiled from us as if my refusal to sink deeper into the clutches of passion had physically struck them.
My sister`s brown eyes held a multitude of emotions as she looked at me; a hint of sadness, shame, but also conviction, longing and joy.
“I just want you to see him one last time,” she whispered. “I know about the fight you had, the night he….”
Tears formed in her eyes as the painful memory caused her to swallow. I could feel a lump forming in my throat, as the events of years ago flashed before me.
“It`s okay,” I said. “Dad knows I didn`t mean any of it.”
A sad smile tinted her face. Fiona sniffled softly. “You really think I didn`t notice the way you were beating yourself up for the last couple of years?”
She gently pulled her wrist down, until her palm cupped my cheek. I still held her, but didn`t resist the motion.
“You`ve carried enough pain and grief, Liam,” she breathed, pulling my lower lip down with her thumb, “let me do this for you.”
§9
After that, words lost all meaning.
Honestly, I tried to resist the urges, but when Fiona`s free hand ran through my hair as she lowered herself against me, I knew I was lost.
Her soft lips grazed mine coyly, making me gasp. She exhaled a small noise of contentment, satisfied by her effect on me. I could practically hear the grin in her hummed approval.
Making me wait, Fiona trailed her nose lightly along my jaw. From my chin to my ear and back, in a slow, deliberate pace.
In a sudden rush I could feel her lose control, when her lips touched mine again.
Her breathing stocked and she pressed her mouth against mine, impatiently melting against my chest.
I surrendered to her completely, allowing her hands to grip my hair and move my head in whatever way she wished. My hands rested on her sides, callused fingers against her smooth skin.
Fiona started slow, but soon let a fever pitch intensify her movements. She caressed my face and scalp with her fingers, tilting my head with the cadence of her kiss.
Her legs tightened around my waist, and I could feel her getting into a rhythm. I let my hands slide down to her hips, encouraging her, drawing her closer against me.
This is wrong, she`s my little sister!
But a part of me, filled with savage need, only felt the eagerness of a beautiful female, who`d long since become a desirable woman.
And there`s nothing wrong with mating a fertile female, is there?
My eyes popped open in shock. Were the hell had that thought come from?! I was suddenly aware of Fiona`s increasingly frantic lips, the vulgarity of what we were doing and tried to lift her off me.
The Sidhe sneered at my attempt and howled as Fiona resisted.
She easily overpowered me, wrenching my head back and forcing her tongue into my mouth.
The bubbling ball of hunger in my chest surged as I tasted her. My mind throbbed with weakening resolve as Fiona rode me back down onto the moss covered altar.
Twice I tried to stop her, twice she`d overcome my defiance.
I could feel my inhibitions melt away as her saliva filled my mouth. God, I needed more! I gave in to her, letting her questing lips and tongue explore deep into me.
Fiona withdrew, just enough to bite my lip. Her hands untangled from my hair, reaching down to the hem of my sweater. She tugged violently upwards, baring my stomach.
The fires around us crackled, the onlookers whispering encouragements. A cold gust of wind caused me to shiver.
Her next jerk pulled the garment free over my head, but kept my arms constrained in the partially inverted sleeves. Once more, she pinned my arms in place above me. The fingers of her other hand tracing appreciatively across my chest.
“I always forget how muscular you are, Li,” she purred. An errant nail trailing down to my belly button. “No wonder Anna always starts blushing when she talks about you at the gym.”
I was about to comment about Fiona`s nerdy, best friend, but her fingers had found my belt buckle and longingly jerked it left and right.
Not being able to resist, I watched her undo the clasp and tug on the zipper.
My pants flared open, exposing my throbbing cock, only barely concealed by a thin layer of fabric. Fiona`s breathing hastened as she drew down my boxershorts, revealing my erect member to the crowd.
I gotta say; hearing a collective intake of breath coming from the Sidhe was a pleasant ego-booster. I`ve never thought of myself as particularly big, but it was nice to know my size was appreciated.
Fiona`s eyes widened slightly as she stared at my cock.
“Fi… wait a minute.”
Too late.
My sister had smoothly bowed down, taking my glans into her mouth.
Unable to suppress the groan, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warm, wet sensation. Fiona trailed the tip of her tongue around my swollen head, making me quiver in delight.
Fortunately, in order for her lips to reach my shaft, she`d had to release my sweater-bound arms. Clumsily I wrestled with the stupid thing, trying to free myself from its constraint.
Why resist? The primal part of me questioned, why not let her enjoy herself?
Momentarily broken free from my sister`s addictive kiss, I stubbornly ignored the urges and fully intended to put a stop to this obscenity.
Fiona had other plans…
She gracefully turned her body, lifting one leg up and over my chest.
I froze, the sweater at last falling to the ground, as my sister`s shaven pussy glistened in the dying firelight.
§10
A third and final time I`d tried to resist…
Fiona rested her slender frame on my naked body, supporting her meager weight on elbows and knees.
My cock hadn`t left her mouth when she`d spun around and to my amazement she continued running her tongue up and down my length.
I`d 69`d my fair share of girlfriends and one night stands, but there was something enticing about Fiona, that the other women couldn`t hope to match.
It wasn`t that she had the ‘perfect pussy’, though it was pink and delicate. It wasn`t the bead of moisture between her lips, though I yearned to taste her. It wasn`t her exquisitely subtle scent, though it was deliciously familiar.
It wasn`t wholly about the sexual nature of the gesture. Fiona needed to experience the love and appreciation I felt for her.
As soon as that sudden realization struck me, some mental boundary broke and I gave in to her.
I passed my arms down between her legs, lifting her onto my shoulders and buried my face between her thighs.
There was no gentle foreplay or finesse. There was only an untamable, unbridled need, burning in my chest.
Fiona gasped as I lapped at her sex. Long, wide strokes meant to envelop her tiny pussy with each passing.
My hands firmly kneaded her behind as her hips began humping, signaling me to stop playing with her. The tip of my tongue found her entrance and circled the moist tenderness lazily, occasionally flicking over her sensitive pearl.
For her part, Fiona ran her lips up and down my cock, from stem to crown. Cradling my balls in her massaging palms.
All feeling of wrongness dissolved from my thoughts as my sister`s rich juices filled my awareness.
I grasped her firm, little butt tighter, steadying her as I slid my tongue into her. Fiona cried out, her voice mingling with the unhuman voices of the Sidhe.
The strange creatures drew ever closer as the flames got smaller. The circle of light around the stone table shrinking by the minute.
Not that this disturbed me, though. Fiona had said they only wanted a show, so I was planning to give them one.
My tongue writhed rhythmically inside her. My lips kissing hers, as she`d done at the beginning of our ‘payment’, though her mouth was left pitifully impotent as I gently sucked on her labia.
***
Losing myself in the exchange of touch and pleasure I couldn`t tell you how long we lay there, enjoying each other. My mind drifted in and out of full consciousness, a dreamlike state where only Fiona`s body mattered.
In a surprising twist, she suddenly grasped my spit-slickened cock and squeezed tight.
I expected pain, but was rewarded with a surge of mind-numbing pleasure as I felt my sister`s juices flowing into my mouth.
Fiona was cumming. Hard.
She wriggled frantically in my arms, trying to break free. I didn`t allow her any relief and kept plunging my tongue into her mercilessly. Focusing my efforts on the softer, sponge-like texture beneath the tip of my tongue.
Let`s see how you like not being in control!
I knew about the G-spot and the myths and truths surrounding female ejaculate, but I didn`t care. I wanted to feel Fiona tremble as she was unable to stop herself from gushing over my face.
Her back arched as powerful contractions around my tongue forced her to move.
She sat upright, pressing down onto my face, her fingers vigorously flicking her clit.
I massaged her ass, letting her ride me as I felt drops of moisture splashing over my chest and stomach. I loved the way she was marking me as hers.
It must have been quite a sight; a beautiful woman, completely exposed, in throws of orgasm, squirting over her brother`s muscular body.
The crowd of Sidhe, though, unexpectedly… quieted.
When the jerks of pleasure finally subsided, Fiona slumped backwards. Letting herself fall into the thick blanket on moss above me. With some awkward wriggling she managed to untangle her bent knees, so now her legs lay limply over my shoulders.
I took her feet in my hands, feeling her curl her toes at my warm touch.
The brisk air felt cold on my damp skin, but the closeness to Fiona was worth it. She was murmuring softly. The aftershocks of climax palpable as tiny jerks in her thighs, where my face lay against them.
The four campfires had dwindled to nearly nothing, allowing the amber-eyed creatures to come within a few strides of the vast stone table upon which we lay.
The beings regarded us with interest, silently flowing in and amongst themselves, their forms never fully still. Whispers wove through their slender forms.
“Fi,” I whispered, “why are they still here?”
The realization that they outnumbered us gave way to a panicky unease. “Didn`t we give them what they wanted?”
She didn`t answer immediately.
Heartbeats passed, and she made several attempts to talk, starting but then pausing.
Sensing that something was off I twisted length-wise, so I lay on my stomach.
Fiona had lifted herself onto her elbows, but refused to meet my eyes. Her small breasts quivered with each shaky breath. “Not yet.”
“Not yet? Even after that?” I asked baffled, “what more of a show could they want?!”
Fiona`s gaze tracked towards the crowd of Sidhe. I didn`t have to follow her glance to know that she was searching for the female who`d offered her the deal.
“They want our first born.” Fiona stated, distractedly.
§11
I lay there, stupidly blinking at my sister, while the full realization of what she said unfolded.
“They want… ‘our’… first born?”
Fiona nodded. “Yes.”
“Did you tell them we`re…?”
“They don`t seem to care about that,” she said before making me finish my sentence, “but I think it`s mostly the creation of life that somehow gives them more power in our world.”
“Huh.” I exclaimed softly, looking around us as the massing throngs of Sidhe inched closer to the broad stone altar.
“I`m guessing they won`t take kindly to being denied?”
“There`s a lot of stories about people who offended them, Liam. None of them ends happily.” She said it with that certain kind of tone you use when explaining something to a simpleton.
“No shit, Fi,” I replied dryly. “So now what? Am I supposed to… knock you up?” That part left a strange taste in my mouth. “At least tell me you`re on birth control?”
She shook her head in a tiny gesture of defeat.
This, more than anything sent a shiver down my back.
Though covered in my sister`s fluids, lying between her bared thighs, I could regard sex as a physical act. There might have been a more emotional side to our coupling, but at the end of the day I could convince myself is was just some kind of sport, where you deepened your relationship with someone you cared about.
But impregnating my own sister? That`s worse than immoral.
Fiona seemed to come to the same conclusion.
Luckily, I spotted a glint of mischief in her eyes. She`s figured out a way to get out of this.
“Come here,” she said, opening her arms, gesturing me to make my way up to her. The spark of desire still blazed bright with unspent need in my chest, so I did as she said.
The fluffy moss carried my weight as I stalked up to her on all fours. Putting my face close to hers.
She gave me a small peck on the lips, drawing me into her embrace as she resumed her sensual, little movements.
My throbbing shaft rested against her wet pussy and I could feel the warmth of her sex radiating through my cock, eliciting an involuntary growl.
Fiona pulled my head down next to hers, so her lips were a mere hairsbreadth from my ear.
For all intents and purposes it looked like we were simply enjoying each other`s touch, but she whispered into my ear instead, so the Sidhe couldn`t overhear.
“You know the stories about people partying with faery folk and waking up in the wrong decade?” She asked softly, “or people partying for years and coming back to our world only to find out a few seconds have passed?”
I grunted in the affirmative and she continued, “time acts strangely around them, Li. Look at the sky.”
Keeping up the ruse I kissed her passionately, putting one arm around her shoulders, the other around her hips and drew her atop of me. She straddled me again, sliding her moist lips over my length. From the way she moaned I knew she could feel every vein running over my cock.
Covertly, I opened my eyes just a little, taking in the dark blue sky.
Wait. Dark blue?
“It`s supposed to be the middle of the night,” she breathed, her flowing auburn hair granting us some cover, “but I bet we`re much closer to dawn.”
My hands found her hips again and held her firmly while I humped my increasingly painful erection between her slick thighs. I felt the nub of her clitoris running along the thick ridge on the underside of my shaft.
“So?”
“So you see how they react to light?”
I turned my head sideways, ostensibly so Fiona could trail a line of kisses from my ear down my jaw. My eyes threatened to close when her wonderful lips reached my vulnerable throat, but I saw what she meant.
Though they got gradually closer to us, the Sidhe remained careful not to enter fully into the red glow of the campfires.
“You`re thinking…” I groaned in delight, as Fiona`s mouth closed around my earlobe. My hips were moving on their own accord as she suckled on my ear. She stopped way too soon for my liking.
“…that we can outlast them,” she completed. A trace of defiance coloring her tone.
Fiona reached down between her legs, guided my aching cock to her sweet spot and locked gazes with me.
“All you need to do,” she shifted her hips fractionally, “is not come inside me.”
§12
At that, Fiona lowered herself. The pressure of her sex against mine hurt for a moment, but she soon relaxed around my crown. Sliding me into her.
A thrill surged through the sea of unearthly beings.
Enraptured, I closed my eyes and focused exclusively on the tightness making its way down my shaft. I could feel every pronounced bump and irregularity entering my sister`s pussy with startling clarity.
Frozen in bliss, my body quivered with anticipation as Fiona took inch after inch, slowly making her way down to my base.
I could feel her stomach fluttering beneath my thumbs as her thighs finally rested on my lap.
“Jesus, Liam.” She sounded out of breath.
Being a man, I couldn`t help but glance down her body, where she held a hand against her belly, to where we connected. I saw her lips spread wider than I`d expected, in an effort to envelop my entire girth.
She looks good with my cock inside her…
This time the thought didn`t evoke feelings of disgust. Just admiration. Fiona was doing this for me… The least I could do was make her feel good in the process.
“Are you okay?” I tried to reassure her.
“Hmm hmm,” she intoned, biting her lip, “just- just getting used to the size.”
Ego boosters all around, it seems, I thought smugly, letting a smirk tug my lips into a cocky smile.
Gingerly, Fiona leaned forward until she rested comfortably on top of me. The motion gave my cock a better angle to work with and I reflexively tensed the muscles that lead to my meat, feeling it swell just a tad more, up to full thickness.
Fiona gasped, letting out a small exclamation of surprise. “Are you kidding me?!”
“Sorry,” I chuckled.
“Please tell me that`s all of it?” Her tone sounded pleading, but I sensed her body responding favorably to the girth. Her chest felt warmer then it should, her rapid heartbeat drumming against me.
“Yeah, that`s all. Should we…?”
“Shut up and give me a minute,” she said feistily.
Instead of agitating her any further I simply held her, while my dick twitched inside her. Fiona`s body was twitching as she snuggled against my neck.
The amber-eyed crowd made noises of agitation as we took a few minutes in each other’s arms. I tried to ignore them at first, watching the lightening sky, but soon felt prompted to keep my guard up when they started howling in excitement.
They sounded closer than they should…
When I looked around us I saw that all four fires had gone out. The glade was swarming with hundreds of Sidhe, who danced and ululating around the broad stone altar, scarcely illuminated by the meager light of the stars.
The faces of those closest to us were drawn in expressions of craving. A jolt of panic raced through my spine as I watched them come to within an few feet of us.
“Fi,” I started, unable to keep the alarm out of my voice, “Fi, we have to do something.”
She hummed lazily, luxuriating in my arms and, without ever looking up, started rolling her hips. Letting a fingers width glide out of her, before smoothly taking it back in.
The muscles from my hips to my neck instinctually tightened in response to her deliciously snug fit, lifting my shoulders clear of the moss bedding.
This seemed to please my sister as she purred against my ear and nibbled on it. “Let`s give them a good show, big brother,” she breathed sensually.
§13
Sometimes, the sexiest thing a woman can give you is permission.
Fiona wrapped her arms around my neck, letting her mouth find me. I was shocked to find how much I desired her lips, her soft tongue dancing around mine.
Meanwhile I took firm hold of her slender hips and moved her pelvis along my shaft. I started out with slow, tender motions, letting her get into the rhythm.
The thin sheen of sweat that had formed on her skin made her scent intoxicating. She smelled effortlessly feminine.
I felt a more primal piece of my mind throwing its weight against my meager self-control.
Fiona`s tightness felt amazing sliding up and down my cock. A low growl rumbled in my throat every time her lips touched my base. By now her pussy was drenched in juices, but even with that amount of lubrication, I could barely withdraw more than a few inches at a time.
I kept my thrusts controlled, prioritizing her pleasure. Despite the strange way time was affected by the Sidhe, I`d probably have to last a while, so moderation was key.
Instinctively, I knew that I was currently locked in a battle of mind over matter… and I was already starting to lose…
As a precaution I`d started tensing and relaxing my pelvic floor muscles, distracting my thoughts from the euphoric sensation of Fiona`s body.
It wasn`t just the feel of her, or her scent. Her small gasps, between thrusts, were music to my ears. The warmth of her beckoned me closer. The taste of her was exhilarating.
I was walking a fine line between control and losing myself in her.
Almost there…
An overwhelming dismay flooded through me as I realized how close I`d come to blowing my load.
“Shit!”
Not thinking, acting on pure impulse, I twisted around, pulling out of Fiona in the process of reversing our positions.
Straining muscles let me pull her underneath me with ease. Her slim frame was made to be moved in the throws of passion. Besides; she looked good laying on her back.
“L-liam?” she asked in a daze, “why`d you stop?”
In place of answering I leisurely made my way down to her thighs, making sure I never broke contact with her skin.
Small beads of perspiration freckled her chest.
The salty taste went exquisitely well with the rough hardness of her nipples when I briefly warmed them between my lips.
Fiona`s taut belly shuddered as I passed over it, making me realize that she wasn`t far from climaxing herself. I took the back of her legs, pushing them up and away from me, spreading her wide.
It`d be cruel to make her wait.
Scorning the need to take it slow, I pressed the tip of my tongue against her pearl, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.
Fiona cried out in relief.
Her hands clutched the sides of the stone alter. Her hips rolling with the motion of my mouth.
I didn`t bother with fancy techniques, letting my mouth, my lips and her wetness becoming one as I ardently followed her movements, ramping up her excitement.
“God, Li! You`re gonna make me-”
That last, sweet word stuck in her throat as her belly contracted and she was bent over by the powerful waves of her orgasm.
Her mouth was opened in a silent moan when she looked into my eyes. Fiona`s body bent and arched in wild convulsions as I saw her trying to restrain herself. Ruthlessly, I darted my tongue over her clitoris, forcing her to experience the full intensity of her rapturous peak.
The gathered crowd of beings cried out in bliss, seemingly able to feel my sister`s extasy.
***
I kept up the pitiless caressing until Fiona blinked and fell back onto the soft moss. Aftershocks still wracked her body when I released her legs.
They dropped limply, trembling with exertion. Her toes curling and uncurling in spasmodic enjoyment.
The frenzied Sidhe sounded very near and unmistakably piqued as I glanced at the sky.
Light blue… almost there… but we`ll never make it unless we give them more.
§14
No time to play nice.
With hundreds of menacing, worked up creatures surrounding us, my only chance to save my sister was to dangle their prize in front of their noses, yet just out of reach.
I felt that I wouldn`t be able to last long, but I only had to fool them for a little while longer.
Now that Fiona had cum twice I hoped her vaginal muscles were more relaxed, sparing me the excruciatingly tight fit that would leave me bucking in minutes.
With predatory grace I placed myself between her shaking legs, pressing my swollen head against her slit and guiding my throbbing member into her.
A blush spread over my sister`s face as I slid into her in a single, smooth thrust.
Thank god the last orgasm practically left her exhausted.
Cradling her legs on either side of my body, in the crooks of my elbows, I lifted her hips off the mossy stone by sitting up on my knees.
This position gave me more than enough leverage to do the lion`s share of the work and gave the mass of amber-eyed beings an excellent scene to feast their eyes on.
Fiona dug her nails in the green bedding below her as I took her. Her eyebrows fixed in an arch of disbelief, lips parted in arousal. Her brother was fucking her like a feral beast while a throng of mythical beings roared out their approval.
No longer worried about the consequences, I lost myself in the violent thrusts, driving my thick shaft deep into Fiona`s pussy.
At one point a sudden surge of strength prompted me to lift her ass even higher, so I could see my glans bulging beneath her smooth belly.
Seed her! Claim her as you mate!
Angrily, I shook my head free of the invasive thoughts. Who the fuck were they to tell me what to do!?
Wet, slapping noises mingled with the ever increasing mania of the Sidhe. I could feel my balls starting to broil as the first golden rays brushed the tops of the pines.
Almost there.
A moment of weakness drew my stare to Fiona`s perky breasts, daintily wobbling in response to my pounding. That wouldn`t do at all!
Grinding my teeth I redoubled my tempo. I wanted to see her tits jiggling uncontrollably as I dominated her tiny cunt. Her body belonged to me.
Fiona screamed my name, warning me.
Plant your seed!
I shook my head again, cutting through the haze. I felt the tension rising in my groin. I wouldn`t last more than a couple dozen of strokes.
Abruptly, the frantic mélange of sex and desire was broken by the collective shrieks of beings who knew their time was up.
The sun had crested the low hills, bathing the glade in a thin miasma of golden light.
Now or never!
“Do you trust me?!” I managed to cry out.
Fiona hesitated, biting her bottom lip as I kept up the harrowing pace. I felt my girth swelling, painfully hard with unspent lust.
Shrill voices, once so melodious, howled in anger. The roiling mass of creatures prepared to rush us, seeing through our ruse.
All the sensation, the motions, the danger… all faded away as Fiona whispered…
“I do.”
Time seemed to slow to a crawl in a crystalline moment of clarity as I plunged into her three more times.
The Sidhe had crossed the imaginary circle of fire and clawed hands reached for us as I pulled my cock out entirely, trailing long threads of my sister`s juices.
I saw a sea of amber colored eyes widen as I slammed my hips hard against Fiona`s pelvis, pressing her thighs together, my slick meat wedged between them.
A defiant grin spread over my face as my painfully full balls crashed against her ass, sending me over the edge.
In glorious slow-motion I felt the broiling mass of spunk spewing out of my cock in thick jets.
NOOOO! FOOL!
The demented dwellers of the forest recoiled as rich ropes of cum splattered across my sister`s belly, chest and face.
I massaged my throbbing length between her warm thighs. Savoring the incredible pressure of her and the phenomenal release.
Overcome with the absurdity of it all I laughed maniacally while the Sidhe retreated back into the trees, fleeing from the sun`s might now that our deal had been truly broken.
My back arched. I felt the last globs getting pumped out. The blissful pain of my tightened muscles was a pleasure all on its own.
I gasped through the final jolts, forcing the fire out of my lungs and allowing a shiver to run through my shoulders.
Then, finally, my body gave out and I collapsed beside Fiona.
Every fiber in my body ached from the exertion, but the heavy feeling of relief covered me in a warm blanket of bliss.
Laying on my side I marveled at my sister`s gorgeous smile. She glowed, covered in sweat and seed as a small chuckle resounded in her chest. I couldn`t help but join her.
“Did- did we really just…?” I started but was overcome by giddy laughter.
“…Outfuck the faery folk?” She finished, nearly unintelligible through her own hysterical giggling, “Yeah, we kicked their asses, Li.”
***
We spent a jubilant few minutes chortling with mirth, filling the sun-drenched clearing with sounds of happiness and disbelief.
The smallest word or look from one of us setting the other into a new fit of giggles. It felt wonderful to just let go and enjoy the feeling being together and safe.
When we eventually wound down, Fiona turned on her side, snuggling against me. She slung her leg over mine and let her arm rest across my chest.
Graciously, I moved my arm out from under her, drawing her gently closer. Basking in the warmth of her slender body while she melted into my embrace.
Her nose nudged my jaw as she nuzzled me lazily. A grin tugged at the sides of my mouth at the pleasant feeling.
“So what now?” I asked, refusing to open my eyes for even a moment.
“I guess we`d better get out of here, before night falls again.”
She hummed softly, as if debating something in her mind.
“Or maybe we`re safe, since Samhain has passed… Hmm… Either way, probably best we started putting some clothes back on.” I heard the smile in her voice as she mockingly exaggerated that last part.
I grumbled at the thought of having to release her.
Minutes passed before Fiona spoke again.
“You got really intense there, Liam… at the end.”
“…Yeah.” I didn`t know what else to say. In a single night I`d broken more boundaries than I`d even thought possible. And what`s more; I liked doing it. “I think it was just something the Sidhe did to me, though,” I answered stupidly, unable to meet her eyes.
“Oh.”
“Oh”? Hold on…
I turned my head to look at her, inadvertently placing our mouths dangerously close together. She didn`t pull away.
“Oh?” I repeated in an obvious imitation.
“Well, it`s just,” she seemed to fumble for words. “I know I messed up your chances of seeing dad again and saying… whatever you needed.”
Sadness tinged her words. Fiona cast her gaze down, seeming ashamed. “I thought you were angry with me.”
Protectiveness overwhelmed me as I tipped her chin up with a finger, making her look at me.
“You did all this for me, Fi. Just because you wanted me to be happy.” Tears welled in her beautiful eyes, her bottom lip quivering.
“I love you, sis. And I`m not ashamed of what we-”
Shocked into silence I never got to complete the thought as I noticed the unearthly, amber sheen in Fiona`s eyes…