The Anniversary Stories (2 page)

“I can’t sleep.”  She smiled
apologetically.  “Do you mind if I talk to you for a while?”

“Sure.”  Just as he made to
get out of bed and join her in the living room, she came further into the room
and sat on the bed.

“Are these your kids?” she
asked, smiling as she picked up the framed photograph of the twins taken two
months ago at a costume party.  They had decided to go as Mickey and Minnie
Mouse.  He and Helen had laughed at the idea but the kids had been so keen,
they hadn’t the heart to tell them that the cartoon characters were a couple,
not brother and sister.  She picked up another picture, one of him alone, and
compared the two.  “They’re so cute.  And they look so much like you.”

“Actually they look more like
their mother.”

She stared intently across
the bed at the photograph of Helen beside the reading lamp on his side of the
bed and then back at the ones in her hand.  Finally she conceded, “I think they
have a little of both of you.”

John could never see the
resemblance himself.  He thought they looked entirely like Helen, but his
mother always insisted that Tina looked like him when he was a boy.

“You seem to have a great
marriage,” the woman commented, replacing the photographs in almost exactly the
same position as she had found them.

“I have a wonderful
marriage,” he confirmed.

As the woman shifted on the
bed, the robe parted again to reveal one of her deep pink nipples.  John felt
blood immediately rush to his groin.

“But even wonderful marriages
are sometimes not perfect.  Isn’t there something special that she doesn’t do
for you that I can?” she insisted.  “Does she go down on you?”

“Yes,” John smiled,
remembering his wife’s lips around him only two days ago.  It had been hair
raising to say the least.  The kids had been up and about, and the bedroom door
closed but not locked.

“What about anal sex.  She
doesn’t look the type to indulge in that type of activity.”

John hissed as several drops
of pre-cum oozed out of his straining cock.  It was the one topic that had the
potential to totally unman him.  He respected his wife’s reservation about anal
sex.  Their sex life was great without it, but...

“I haven’t done it that often
myself and only with my husband,” she confessed.

“You’re married?” he
queried.  He hadn’t even considered the possibility.

“Yes, but it’s a long story
that I don’t want to get into right now.  Let me do this for you.  One night
where you forget the rules and take the pleasure being offered to you.”

“You don’t have to sleep with
me just because I offered you some food and somewhere to sleep for the night,”
John protested, trying to be honourable.

“I know I don’t.  I just want
to give you pleasure.  You’re a wonderfully generous man in a world where
people look the other way rather than help the less fortunate.  That man could
have raped me or worse killed me and dumped my body somewhere tonight if you
hadn’t rescued me.  I want to show my appreciation.”

She stood up and shrugged out
of the robe.  And he was lost.  Her erect nipples seemed to be begging for his
lips, her trim waist small enough for him to span with his large hands.  When
she turned slowly around, it was no longer a question of if he would take her
up on her offer, but how many times he would need to bury himself in her sweet
perfect behind until he was completely sated.

“Come to me,” he commanded
softly, switching off the bedside lamp as he reached for her.

What was done in darkness
didn’t have to come to light.

He pulled her down on top of
him and caressed the taut cheeks of her behind as he kissed her.  Running his
finger gently between the mounds, he found the tightly-closed pucker of her
anus and rimmed her lightly with his fingertip.  She might have had anal sex
before, but not in recent months—her rectum was as petite as the rest of her. 
His seven-inch cock was an average endowment for a tall man, but it was thick
and the head was slightly bulbous.

Slipping his hand downwards
he ran his fingers over her pussy lips.  The moisture spilling out of her was
too much to resist and reaching his left hand between them, he sunk two fingers
deep inside her.  Then he moistened the long middle finger of his other hand
and breached her tight anus.  She gasped and bit down gently on his upper chest
as he slowly but relentlessly buried the finger to the hilt.

“Are you sure you want to do
this?” he asked, kissing the top of her head and giving her one last chance to
change her mind.

“Yes,” she moaned.  “I want
it as much as you do.”

“Tell me if it hurts too
much.”  He circled her anus with a second finger and worked it inside her with
short, firm thrusts as he slipped a third finger into her eager-and-ready-to-accommodate
pussy.  He was almost torn between its slippery warmth and the tight resistance
of her rectum.  Almost, but he was now too consumed by the anticipated delight
of sinking into the velvet darkness of her anus;  her pussy would not satisfy
the craving that had been building inside him from the moment she had first
made the offer of her sweet behind.

But he was easily more than
twice the size of the two fingers he had only just begun to work smoothly in
and out of her.  It would take an eternity—too long.

“I’m going to embarrass
myself in a minute if I don’t...,”  he warned.  Slipping his fingers out of her pussy,
he opened the fly of his pyjamas and slid into her clutching warmth.  She
gasped as he held her hips in place and buried himself deeply.

She really was the tightest
little thing, he thought, as he brought his hands up to cup her breasts and
caress her nipples.  The hard points grazed his palms and he immediately pulled
her upwards to suck on one of the tempting morsels.  In the darkness and in his
haste to prepare her to receive his full length in her rectum, he had forgotten
the dusky pink points that had driven him out of his mind earlier.

Her inner muscles clenched in
time with the pull of his lips on her nipple and he pulled even harder.  Immediately
she grasped his head, riding him furiously, pressing down and taking every inch
of him when only minutes before she had locked her knees against his sides to
prevent him going too deeply after his first full thrust.  Gritting his teeth
he held back his orgasm as her inner muscles squeezed and tried to milk him.

In the meanwhile, as he had
distracted her with his raw, insistent nipple sucking he had deftly worked
another finger into her anus.  As he felt her start to orgasm, he lifted her
upwards and housed himself quickly, deeply inside her anus.  He felt the shock
go through her as the pain of his sudden penetration mingled with the pleasure
of the orgasm she had been too far gone to stop.  She bucked against him,
rubbing her clitoris furiously against his pelvis as her now-empty pussy
clenched around nothing but air, and in turn she pressed her rectum further
onto him.  He couldn’t hold back any longer, her small tight back passage
nipped him in the most delicious way.  He shouted aloud as he came harder than
he’d ever remembered coming.

He woke from a light doze ten
minutes later, still joined to her.  She was tired and needed sleep, but his cock
disobeyed his command to lie quietly inside her and let her rest for a while longer.

She woke as he surged to full
arousal inside her.

“Are you sore?” he asked,
touching her face in the darkness.

“Just a little.  Not too
much.”

“Good, because we have been
patiently waiting for you to wake up.”

Laying her top half gently on
the bed, he manoeuvred them both carefully until he was kneeling behind and still
buried inside her.  Holding his hips still, he reached under her and rolled her
sensitive nipples firmly.  She immediately began to back herself onto him, the
movement of her hips in perfect tempo to the rhythm of his fingers.  Her
pleasure-pain moans filled the room and he leaned forward and kissed the back
of her neck.  She would be a little sore the next day but he loved her
willingness to endure the pain to please him.

She was only little—over a
foot shorter than he and wasn’t really built to accommodate someone of his
size, but...he pressed her nipples more firmly between his fingers and thumbs and
enjoyed her immediate frenzied response—grinding herself against him and taking
all but his balls inside her.  She had the most incredibly responsive nipples he’d
discovered the first time they had made love.  All he needed to do was handle
them firmly—biting, sucking or tweaking them almost to the point of pain worked
best.

“Oh, honey,” she moaned as he
increased his pace. “Give it to me.  Give it to me!”

“Yes, sweetheart, take it
all.  Take it all for me,” he groaned and collapsed forward onto her, joining
her in another uncontrollable orgasm.

***

J
ohn woke with a start as he felt
fingers run through his hair.  She lay on the bed looking at him, her lips
curved into a naughty smile.  “Do you think we have time for a quickie before
your mother brings Tim and Tina home?”

“Mum’s always complaining that
she doesn’t see enough of her grandkids.  I’d say we have time for more than a
quickie.”

“Provided you don’t want a
repeat of last night.  I’ll be sore for a month.”

“Poor, baby.  Shall I kiss it
better for you?” he asked as he brought her left hand up to his lips and kissed
her engagement and wedding rings softly.  “Thank you for my special treat.”

“I’m beginning to think that
I should dye my hair red. You were really keen last night.”

“A once-a-year fantasy is
great, but I much prefer the real thing.”  He pulled off the wig and ruffled Helen’s
short blonde hair.  “The girl next door who at five did a cartwheel to show her
best friend that she could do anything he did, but forgot she wasn’t wearing
panties.”  They both smiled at the memory.  “The bright young woman who went
off to Oxford while I went off to Iraq.  The same young woman I told to forget
about me and get on with her life, but who not only waited for me, but was a
virgin on our wedding night.  The woman who didn’t throw a tantrum today when
all our carefully-laid plans were disrupted by a sick employee.  Instead she
spent our special day driving around with a husband who was driving a bus, just
to be close to him.  The successful woman who is not ashamed of being married
to a simple man who enjoys the simple pleasures in life.”

“Honey, I love you and
wouldn’t change a single thing about you.  You’re my rock in a world that’s
constantly changing.”  She smiled and kissed him softly.  “Happy anniversary,
baby.”

“Happy anniversary too, sweetheart,”
he responded, lowering his head to capture her erect, pouting left nipple and
worry it gently with his teeth.

*****

S
tanding back as his wife Helen pulled
away from the kerb, John Elliot blew his six-year-olds a kiss.  Tim, the little
scamp, pulled a funny face—he already thought that he was too old for kisses. 
But, Tina, his little sweetheart, blew him kisses until the car disappeared
from sight.

He would miss the two
mischief makers, John acknowledged, as he walked slowly back up to the house.

But it was only for two days
and one night.

And what a night it would be!

He and Helen were celebrating
their seventh wedding anniversary and so far each celebration had been better
than the one before.  He still got instantly hard when he thought of Helen’s
little surprise the previous year—dressing as a tramp, allowing him to rescue
her and then in her gratitude offering her sweet little behind for him to
plunder after he had generously offered her a bath, some food and a bed for the
night.

He hoped he could resist
having anal sex with her tonight even if she offered.  He had grown up with
strict, church-going parents and anal sex though it had felt good the few times
he and Helen had engaged in the act, afterwards he had felt terribly guilty,
especially because it had left poor Helen sore for a day or two.

No, tonight he would be
strong and refuse even if she begged him to—

The doorbell interrupted his
thoughts.  Who could it be?  Helen couldn’t have made the return trip to his
parents’ home already, surely?

Unless there had been an
acci—

He stumbled to the door, his
heart in his hands—everything he held dear was in that car.  He couldn’t
survive if anything happened to Helen...or his children...

The doorbell went again,
impatiently, as he stood with his hand on the knob, afraid to open the door and
face his fear.

“John, are you in there? 
Open up, it’s me, Susan!”

Weak with relief, he turned
the knob quickly and found his sister smiling back at him.

Susan smiling?  She must have
won the lottery or something.  She never smiled.

“Hey, little brother, aren’t
you going to let me in?”

“Sure, come in.”  He hoped
she didn’t intend to stay too long.  Once she got talking she could bore for England. She had probably come to see the twins; perhaps if he let her know that he was
home alone she would soon be on her way.  “You just missed Helen and the kids.”

“I know,” she said, slipping
her sensible black pumps off.  “Mum told me that Helen was bringing the kids to
spend the night with her and Dad, so I rushed over as fast as I could to catch
you alone.”

“You wanted to see
me
?”

“Yes.  I
needed
to see
you.”

“Are you in some kind of
trouble?”  It would be a first, but when the good go bad, they go rotten.

“Of course I’m not in
trouble!”  Susan denied, giving him that exasperated
wise-older-sister-to-silly-younger-brother look.  “I just missed you.”

“Missed me?” Growing up with
Susan had been like growing up as an only child.  She was bookish and serious. 
It had seemed that the only time she had spoken to John was to tell him off for
being naughty.

“I miss having you around,
little brother.”  She came closer and John backed away in surprise—her breasts
had almost touched him.

“Susan, have you been
drinking?”  She looked sober, but she was acting quite strangely and
wearing...lipstick?  Something was definitely wrong with her.  But he didn’t have
the time to find out what it was.  Not tonight of all nights.  He reached for
the telephone.  “Let me call Mum.  You’re clearly not yourself.”

Before he could press the
speed dial button, she reached out and took the cordless phone out of his hand.

“Do you want something to
drink?”  She was rather partial to a glass or two of white wine.  He would use
the phone in the kitchen when he went to get her the drink.

“I don’t want anything to
drink.  I don’t want anything to eat.  I just want to be with you.”  She
slipped her arms around his waist and hugged him.  “Since you married Helen you
and I never spend time alone together.”

“We never did before I got
married,” he reminded her.

“Yes, but at least you were
there if I needed you.”

“I’m still here if you need
me.”

“Good, because I need you
now.”  She pushed him backwards onto the settee and caught off balance, he fell
heavily.  She immediately straddled him, her long skirt hitching up to show
legs encased in opaque black tights.  Moving in closer, she rubbed her crutch
against his groin.  “I need you desperately.”

“Susan?” he questioned in
alarm.  One of them had to be dreaming—he hoped
he
was!  And prayed that
he would wake soon from the horrible nightmare.  “Helen will be back at any minute.”

“No, she won’t.  Mum will
keep her talking for at least an hour.  And then Dad will insist on showing her
his new roses and telling her all the plans he has for his garden next year.”

“Even so...” John ground to a
halt.  It didn’t matter whether Helen was home or not!  His sister was sitting
on his lap rubbing herself against him—the kind of behaviour that had to be
illegal in every country in the world!  “She would misunderstand if she walked
in and found you sitting on me.”

Maybe if he played dumb, Susan
would desist. 

“Okay.  Go lock the door.” 
She moved off him and sprawled across the large settee.

He walked to the door,
debating whether he should stay or make a break for it.

“Lock the door and come back
here to me, John,” Susan commanded in her older-sister voice.

He complied as he had always
done when she had given him an instruction.  She had never struck him or been
cruel to him, yet he had always secretly feared her wrath much more than his
parents’.

And against his will he was
as stiff as a poker.

But the part of his brain
that was still functioning argued, “Helen will wonder why it’s locked.”

“I’ll tell her I locked it
accidentally because I’m used to locking my front door as soon as I get home
from work.  Now come closer.”

Susan knelt up in the chair
and grabbed him as soon as he was close enough.  She angled her head for his
kiss, a strangely awkward movement that made him wonder if she had ever been
kissed before.

If she had, it must have been
by the world’s worst kisser.  She couldn’t kiss.

She learned quickly though
and soon they were exchanging long, breathless kisses.

John pulled his lips away
from hers when he felt her tugging at his shirt, trying to pull it free from
his Levis.

“No.”  He put his hand over
hers.  “Susan, we can’t get undressed.  It would take us too long to put our
clothes back on if Helen suddenly came home.”

“We don’t have to get
undressed.”  She leaned back against the settee and opened her legs wide.  “All
you have to do is slip yourself through here.”  She felt for the seam of the
tights, pushed her fingers through and quickly ripped a hole in the crotch of
the soft material.  John looked away instinctively as he got a flash of pubic
hair.

“Oh God!”  He turned away
from her.  “Susan, we can’t do this.”

“John, I want you.”  She got
off the settee and slipped her arms around his waist from behind.  “I want to
feel you inside me.”

“Susan, I can’t.  I can’t,”
he repeated, more for his benefit than hers.  He could, of course—the stiff
wood in his boxers was a testament to the fact.

“John, I’m going out of my
mind.  I’ve been saving and saving myself for marriage, but no one wants to
marry me!”  Hearing the unshed tears in her voice he turned and hugged her hard
against his chest.  “If you don’t want me, I’ll walk up to the next stranger I
meet in the street and tell him that I want to give him my virginity.”

Oh God, she
was
a
virgin!  She’d never had a boyfriend, or at least one that she had been seen
with or introduced to the family, but John had thought that surely a classmate
at school, or a member of the church or even the randy-looking pastor...one of
them must had by now deflowered his not-bad-looking sister.

Would she honestly give
herself to a stranger?  She seemed desperate enough to do it.

He had to make a terrible choice.

But what alternative did he
have?

And what was worse: a brother
who loved her and would try not to cause her too much pain; or some random
stranger who could give her a deathly disease if she was lucky or rape and kill
her if she was not.  They may not have been the closest of siblings, but he
loved her and had always known despite her prickly, introverted ways, she loved
him just as much.

“Alright, alright” he agreed
and pushed her gently back down onto the settee.  He hesitated for a moment,
knowing that it was his last chance to get himself out of the sticky situation,
before he lay down beside her.

Their faces were close,
almost touching as they stared into each other’s eyes.

He couldn’t remember being
this close to her before.  He didn’t remember her skin looking so dewy soft and
it must be a trick of the light—her eyes were the greenest he had ever seen, as
green as a meadow in spring.

He wanted her desperately, he
realized with a start, as a surge of blood flowed to his groin and pushed his
already-hard penis against the unyielding fabric of his jeans.

“Take your breast out for
me,” he instructed as he pulled her outer leg up to straddle his hip and
reached into the ruined gusset of her tights.

“I never understand why men
want to suck on women’s breast.  Surely they were only made for babies to suck
on,” she complained, but slipped her hand into her white cotton bra and bared
her left breast.

He stared at it for a
moment.  Growing up together as children he had seen her chest often.  How had
that small, flat expanse with its tiny nipple which had looked almost exactly
like his, become this tempting, quivering mound of flesh that he had to taste
or die?  Leaning forward eagerly he took her nipple and her entire areola into
his mouth.

“Gosh, that feels really
nice.”  Even shocked by the sensation of his tugging lips, she didn’t utter a
profanity.  She raised herself up slightly so that she could get a better view
of his suckling lips on her breast.  Mesmerized by the sight, she didn’t even
take her eyes off as he parted her pubic hair and found the stiff little bud of
her clitoris.  “It’s making me feel all shivery inside.”

And your inside nice and wet,
John thought, as he slipped the finger he had been rubbing against her clitoris
up into the slipperiness.

Gosh...shit, now she was making
him
mind his language, too...but she was absolutely dripping!  He had
thought that she would have needed the same length of preparation Helen had
needed the first time they had made love, but though she was quite tight, Susan
was ready.

Ready for her younger
brother’s cock.

“Can I see it?” she asked,
moving backwards to get a glimpse of him as he fumbled with his fly one handed.

“Afterwards,” he promised,
freeing his penis and aligning his body to press inside her.  He wasn’t as big
as some of the ridiculous stars of the porn movies he had watched in his
solitary bunk late at night when he was in Iraq, but he was big enough to make
her nervous and he didn’t want her to tighten up.

“Is that all of it,” she
asked innocently as he drew himself back a few millimetres and sunk himself a
little deeper on his forward thrust.

“No, there’s a little more to
go.”

“It’s real nice.  Much nicer
than I thought it would be and not nearly as painful as everyone said it was.”

“It’s painful?” he asked,
stilling his movement.  She was so incredibly relaxed he hadn’t thought that
she was feeling any pain.

“Not really,” she quickly
assured him.  “I just feel full—like nothing else can fit inside me.”

“There’s only a little bit
more to go,” he lied, ripping the tights further and fingering her lightly as
he tried to go deeper.  Things quickly became more difficult.  “I need you to
be brave for me, honey.  It’s going to hurt a little bit and then it will be
all over.”

“I trust you, John.”

She had said the same words
to him when he had taught her to skate.  She had been absolutely petrified of
falling and yet when he had taken her hands and told her to trust that he would
protect her from falling, she had uttered those exact words and stepped onto
the ice to join him.

And maybe because he had
protected her as promised and had had her skating like a professional by the
end of that winter, she now displayed no sign of fear or anxiety as she gazed
back at him.

But he had to be cruel to be
kind.

Pulling a sticky plaster off
slowly was much more agonizing than yanking it off.

Taking a deep breath, he
positioned himself and thrust quickly, deeply inside her.

“Shh, shh,” he cooed softly,
pulling her head against his shoulder to muffle her soft moans while he rubbed
her back soothingly through the wool of her dress.

It felt good...so right...to be
inside her, he thought moments later as she relaxed and softened around him,
allowing him to withdraw and then plunge smoothly back inside her.

His heart felt as though it would
burst with love for her—he had surely never loved her more.

He had never felt closer to
her.

He had never acknowledged the
closeness that had developed between them growing up together and sharing each
other’s toys and dreams.

The closeness that had now
taken them into forbidden territory.

But how could this be wrong
when it felt so damned right?
he thought as he quickened his thrusts and joined her in a
shared orgasm that seemed as explosive for her as it was for him.