by Mary Jaine
That was when his campaign to ignore her began to take shape; Finn was appalled that he could look at Lara and see not only his sister, but also a beautiful girl he'd fuck without a moment's hesitation, and the inner policeman we all carry around inside roared with outrage at that admission; so, he reasoned, if he couldn't have her, he needed to eliminate her from his thoughts, he needed to keep some distance between them, and the only way to do that was to deliberately not see her, to ignore her, to make sure she didn't give him the opportunity to capture her image and start him off down another road of sick fantasising about her.
Of course, living in the same house as her meant it was almost impossible to avoid seeing her, hence the almost constant low-level ache in his crotch.
Lara meanwhile had been moved to try increasingly more desperate ways to get him to even acknowledge her presence; not being privy to the turmoil she was causing in him, she reasoned that he was only going to notice her if she actually gave him something to notice; the skimpy outfits, and the parading around damned near naked, the flashing of her juicy, thong-clad peach of a bottom, these were all alien to her nature, something she'd never think of doing to capture any other boy.
But Finn was different; Finn was perfect, and she wanted him so badly it was like a red-hot stone sunk into the middle of her, a burning, heavy pain that wouldn't go away, that only he could make go away; but he only ever ignored her, and every day a little more despair crept in as every day he seemed less and less inclined to even notice her presence.
Her friends were well aware of her obsession with her brother; as previously noted, most of them felt the same way about him, but they were pragmatic enough to realise and recognise that Finn was entirely disinterested in them. One friend in particular, Haley Moore, Lara's friend since they were five years old, watched in distress as her best friend slowly pined away, unable to have the man she wanted, and unable find someone else.
Haley had a cousin who'd been in a similar situation, so called her up and had a long talk about what she'd done to remedy her own situation. What her cousin told her had shocked Haley deeply, but she also realised that her cousin's solution was the only way for her friend to get what she wanted, or move her on forever. Haley took some detailed instructions from her cousin, and made some calls, eventually setting up a meeting in a hotel in Ludlow, over the county line in Shropshire, conveniently far from Ledbury, with the people she hoped would be able to help her friend.
A few days after this meeting, Lara received a call inviting her to attend a weekend country-house party, a very special party, at an undisclosed location. There was only one condition; she had to bring her older brother, single attendance was absolutely not permitted. Lara was at first understandably reluctant to go to a mysterious location on an invitation that came out of the blue, but her ears pricked-up when the caller told her that she'd been invited to attend on the recommendation of her friend, and that attending the party could well resolve her problems with her brother.
That immediately decided her, and she agreed to convince her brother to attend with her, the caller ringing-off after telling her the instructions for what to wear, what to bring, and what would be expected of her, would arrive shortly.
Lara waited on tenterhooks until, finally, a package arrived for her; inside was a list of preparations she was to make, what would be expected of her as a condition of attending the party, and a rather opulent invitation, with one peculiar omission; no actual address was given, the invitation was completely anonymous, and couched in terms that provided no information other than that a party was being held, and that she and her brother were invited. Detailed travel arrangements were listed for the pair of them. Her insides quivered at the thought, but also with apprehension. The easy part was over; she'd made her opening gambit, setting her pieces in place, now came the hard part; how to manoeuvre Finn into place on the board and lure him into Checkmate. She had to get that next part exactly right, or it would be Game Over, period. Looking at the invitation, she noted she had a week to confirm their attendance, so the clock was ticking.
Finn was lying on his bed day-dreaming, running his favourite reel from the internal movie that played more or less constantly in his head; the subject Lara. The scene he came back to again and again was the one where she climbed onto his lap, kissed him wildly, and told him "Fuck everyone, fuck what they think, fuck the law; I want you inside me now, rip my knickers off, Finn, I need a good fuck, I want to suck your cock, I want you to lick and fuck my pussy 'til I scream, I want you to stretch my arsehole wide open with that big cock of yours, and I want you to stick your tongue in my arse and make me come, so what are you waiting for, come and do me, now!"
Almost of its own volition, his hand slid the waistband of his rugby shorts down and squeezed the erection that beat and pulsed there, slowly pumping his hand as he thought of the sexual gymnastics he wanted to be indulging in with his gorgeous sister. In his mind's eye, he watched her black-haired head bob as she sucked his throbbing cock, then shifting to her hair spread out across the pillow as he pounded his seven inches of thick meat into her holes, hearing the small mewing sounds and sighing groans she'd make into his mouth, her plum-red lips sealed to his as he jack-hammered her cunt and pile-drivered her arse making him even harder, driving him on and on. He was miles away, floating in a pleasure zone of his own imaginings, constantly revisiting his favourite fantasy fucks with Lara, editing and inter-cutting the well-remembered scenes into new and more exciting versions as she intruded more and deeper into his daydreams.
"Oh God, Lara, yes, like that, sissy, harder, oh yes, yes, do that!" he murmured, his hand pumping as the dream-Lara fisted his throbbing cock before slipping her plump, pouting lips over the end and taking him down her throat. The image brought him to the brink, and as he teetered there, the image of his cock slipping between her smooth round buttocks and ramming into her tight little anus suddenly filled his mind, the tight, pink little pucker stretching obscenely in a glistening ring around his girth as he slid himself into her.
"Ooooh God, Lara!" he groaned as he came, his cock giving a series of strong, muscular twitches as sperm boiled out of him to splash across his belly and chest in long splatters, pulse after pulse of spunk pooling and splashing as he ejaculated more than he'd ever done before at the thought of fucking Lara hard and spunking-up deep inside her tight arse.
As he subsided with a softly moaned "Lara...Oh God, Lara..." whispering in the room, Lara drew back from his door, her eyes wide at what she'd just seen. She was still a virgin, but she'd seen enough internet porn to know what happened when a man masturbated, and the amount of semen that normally seemed to be produced, and Finn had just blown out an enormous quantity, more than she had thought possible.
While she'd watched, wide-eyed in wonder at what he was doing, and pulsing inside with overjoyed shock as she realised he was thinking of her while he was doing it, and calling her by the pet name she'd had when they were young and still close, another part of her mind entirely was wondering what it would be like to suck that lovely meaty cock she'd just seen. She thrilled at the thought that she might soon get to hold that sculpted flesh, to savour the taste and texture of the spunk he'd pump into her mouth, and wondered whether she'd be able to swallow as much as he'd just pumped out.
The thought that she could finally be getting him to fuck her as well made her tingle with anticipation; Lara was a virgin, yes, but she'd already used various toys on herself in the privacy of her room at university, always with Finn in mind as she pleasured herself, but none of them compared to the wonderfully thick cock she'd just seen, and the thought of Finn shoving that fleshly delight in her for real, wherever he wanted, was definitely making her tingle and throb in all her special places!
She faded back from his door before he opened his eyes and spotted her, grinning happily to herself; he was already wanking over her, so perhaps convincing him to come with her was going to be easier than she'd feared; maybe, just maybe, Finn El
liot wasn't going to be such a tough nut to crack after all...
*
Finn had just finished dressing after taking a shower when there was a hesitant knock on his door.
"Come in!" he called, and immediately regretted it when Lara opened the door and peeked in.
"Finn, can I talk to you, please? It will only be a minute, I p-promise, I n-need your help!" she stammered nervously, fidgeting and speaking so softly he could barely hear her.
He nodded, perhaps more curtly than he intended, regretting it immediately as he saw the look of apprehension flit across her face. His chest tightened as she stepped into his room wearing a tee-shirt with no bra underneath, to judge by the two points poking up the front of the tee, and tight shorts that made her slender, fabulous legs look like they went on forever. Finn could barely speak through his suddenly dry throat.
"W-what's the problem, Lara? Sit down, I won't bite, you know!" he said, trying a little humour, and cursing himself for such a clumsy, lumbering attempt at wit.
Lara smiled fleetingly, and to Finn it was like the sun had come up in his room, just that brief flicker was enough to ramp all his emotions up another notch. Lara sat down on the end of his bed, one leg folded under her, seemingly not noticing they way Finn's eyes were almost glued to the creamy, supple thigh now so prominently displayed.
"Finny, I need your help; I have to go to this party next weekend, I promised, it's a weekend house party, and I can't get out of it. There's a boy going to be there, he's been...pestering me at uni, and I heard he's told all his friends he's going to fuck me if he has to tie me down to do it, apparently he's decided I'm a prick-tease and he's going to teach me a lesson!"
Lara inwardly congratulated herself on slipping-in his own pet name, the one she'd given him when she was small, knowing the associations it would trigger inside him, and make him feel protective toward her.
Finn swelled with anger at the thought of anyone forcing themselves on his Lara; even if he didn't feel the way he did about her, he'd have been outraged; this was his little sister! With an effort, he forced himself to calm down and wait for whatever else she wanted to tell him. Her using his pet name from when she was small didn't help, either; it just made her all the more adorable, and he was having enough trouble focussing on her as it was.
"Go on, Sissy, I'm listening. How can I help you? Do you want me to grab this prick and rip his scalp off? I will, if that's what it takes to teach him no means no!"
Lara looked at him so piteously, so helplessly, all his feelings for her reared-up and bit him in the heart; if she'd asked him right there and then to shove a bunny-tail up his backside and hop naked down the High Street, he'd have done it.
"Finny, I want you to come with me; I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend! With you there, I know that creep will keep his distance! Please say you'll do it, you're so big and muscular and just...just so big, all his little wanker friends will get the message as well and just back off. Please say you'll help me, please, Finny!"
The little break in her voice at the end of her speech was inspired, she had to admit; his slitted eyes and and firm-set jaw, the muscles jumping as he fought to contain his anger at her "plight", made her heart overflow with love (and lust!) for him; oh my God, he looked ready to fight dragons for her!
Finn was speechless; he'd never have expected a request like that from Lara; she hardly ever spoke to him, she didn't even seem to know he was there half the time, but now, now she was asking him to spend the weekend with her, away from home, posing as her boyfriend; it was almost like part of his fantasy was coming true.
"Finny...Finn, are you okay? Finn, please say something!" she almost sobbed, playing the "distressed sister" to the hilt, snapping him out of his haze.
"Of course I will, sissy, if this bloke's bothering you, you're going to need me there. I'd love to come with you and be the big scary boyfriend! One thing though; you look just like me, how am I going to pass for your boyfriend when we look like twins?"
Lara grinned at the question, the answer already prepared beforehand.
"Finny, that creep only ever presses himself up against my bum or tries to grope my tits! I don't think he's even going to notice the resemblance, he'll be too busy concentrating on how to get my pants off!"
Finn smiled at her, Lara's heart almost missing a beat at the sight.
"Okay, big brother or boyfriend, I'll be one or the other; either way, I'll rip his arm off and shove it up his arse if he steps out of line. I'm in, Sissy!"
Lara jumped up and flung her arms around him, hugging him tightly.
"Oh Finny, thank you, thank you, I know you must have had plans, but I'll make it up to you somehow, I promise!"
Finn gently disengaged her; her perfume was a light, subtle, spicy scent with overtones of bitter orange, and her hair smelled like passion-fruit, and the two of them combined, together with her warmth and nearness, was seriously turning him on; he was getting an erection, and the last thing he wanted was for her to be feeling that pressing into her stomach as she hugged him for the first time in what felt like forever.
"Just let me know the address and I'll ask mum if I can borrow the car..." he began, but Lara cut him short.
"It's okay, Finn, they're sending a car, all you have to bring is a couple of changes of clothes and your dinner suit, it's evening informal, so black-tie, you do know how to tie a real one, don't you? Please don't wear that horrible elasticated thing!"
Finn grinned ruefully.
"Once upon a time; now, who knows? I'll get granddad's old black tie and practice so I don't disgrace you!"
Lara smiled at him, a quick, sunny smile that made his cock jump, and almost skipped out of his room.
Phase 1 completed, she exulted as she made for her room, then the reality of what she'd just done hit her. Her eyes filled as she realised how she'd manipulated him, using emotional blackmail to get him to do what she wanted. The guilt rose up as she thought of the anger and protectiveness she'd seen in his eyes when she spun her story, and she very nearly turned around and rushed back to confess the lie to him, to apologise for using his feelings for her to get her own way, and for trapping him in a situation he may never have wanted, only fantasised about.
Lara crept back to her room, guilt and apprehension now warring inside her, with a healthy dose of lust as well, that scene earlier playing again in her mind, Finn masturbating and calling her name as he came so copiously...
Lara debated with herself whether or not to call the whole thing off, after seeing Finn's reaction to her pack of lies; he'd looked so gorgeous being protective and big-brotherly, his blue eyes flashing like sapphires, and part of her wanted to slink into his room, slip into bed with him, and give him a resounding "thank you" for being so caring and protective, but the thought that she may blow it all just when she was so close to getting him in just that position pulled her up short; no, she decided, she'd have to let him cook slowly for the next few days; waiting until the following weekend definitely seemed like a better bet. He'd bought the lie, and whatever happened at the party should make him realise just how serious she was about him.
Lara waited on tenterhooks for the rest of the week, and the whole of the following week, and while she waited, her plans for what she was going to do with Finn warred with the guilt for having deceived and lied to him; such a big lie too, considering what the weekend was going to be about, until, by the time the following Friday rolled around, she was in a state of high anxiety bordering on hysteria.
She'd tried to blunt the edge of it by serially teasing him, walking around day after day wearing just a t-shirt and minuscule panties, invariably having to reach-up to get something off a shelf while in his presence, and hearing the muted indrawn breath, grinning to herself as she turned to see him with his nose buried deep in his book, but a tell-tale bulge visible in the front of his jeans or shorts. It didn't seem to be working, though; inevitably, the more she teased him, the more she wanted him.
Part 2:Sisterfest: The First Day.
When the day of the party rolled around, Lara spent most of the morning trying to look hot but modest, chic but not a fashion-victim, trying one hair style after another, and it was only the sight of Finn in a pale pink Pierre Cardin shirt with the discreet logo on the cuff, and casually elegant Ted Baker slacks, instead of his habitual Oxford University sweatshirt and deliciously tight rugby shorts, that finally calmed her, as she drank in just how delectable he looked. Lara shivered with excitement tinged with apprehension; tonight was the night, and if all went to plan, he was going to find out what he really meant to her.
Finn noticed her excited state, as well as the simple shift dress she'd chosen to wear to travel down to wherever this party was going to be, also noting that no matter how nondescript the dress was, it couldn't disguise just how alluring her tight body was, or detract from just how stunning she was with her huge blue eyes, her beautiful, serene face, her delicate rosebud lips, and the mane of long, glossy black hair that swung in a graceful bell with every movement of her head.
"What's the matter, Lara, you seem a little, I dunno, tense, is something wrong?" he asked, reassured only slightly by her hesitant smile.
"It's nothing, Finn, it's just I've never been to one of these weekend house-parties before, and I want to make a good impression!" she smiled nervously, disguising as best she could the real reason for her nervousness. Luckily Finn took her words at face value.
"Don't worry too much, sis, if your friend invited you she obviously feels you'll fit right in; believe me, Sissy, looking like you do, you couldn't make a bad impression if you tried!"
Lara beamed at that, while Finn reddened as he replayed what he'd just said, but as far as he could tell, Lara took it as a genuine compliment, obviously reading nothing more into it, and after only a few awkward seconds he managed to get his breathing back under control.
Before things got any more awkward, the doorbell announced that their car had arrived, and Lara answered the door while Finn carried their weekend bags out. The driver bowed them into the back seat of a large, old-fashioned black limousine-type car, although Finn wasn't able to immediately identify the make or model, and stowed their bags in the boot before climbing in. As he started the car, the privacy screen rose, cutting them off from the driver, and also preventing them seeing where they were going through the windscreen, and, as all the windows were heavily tinted to almost completely opaque, all they could see was just blurred impressions of streets and houses passing them by as the car prowled along almost silently. Fin was inclined to be alarmed at first, as they were effectively trapped in a blacked-out mobile cell, after all, but Lara didn't seem too worried, and eventually Finn took his cue from her, settling back into his seat and letting the muted hum of the car lull him.