CHAPTER VII
"Okay, I really need to go now. It's starting to get dark," she said with panic
in her voice.
He did not release the belt from around her. She began to jerk her body so as to
free herself. He only tightened the belt's hold. She raised her bound wrists and
desperately attempted to wedge her fingers between the belt and her flesh,
though to no avail - she merely broke off two of her expensive artificial nails
in doing so.
"Dammit, I seriously have to go. Let me go! Stop doing this! This isn't funny,"
both fear and anger effecting her tone. She lunged forward, then tossed herself
from side to side, her high heels clicking and sliding on the hardwood floor.
Still, freedom from her young brother's clutches did not come closer. A slight
struggle ensued, moving the two towards the wall. Abruptly, he pressed her
firmly against it, forcing her face to turn dramatically to one side so as to
avoid impact.
His cheek against her ear, his body against hers, the two remained paralyzed for
several seconds... paralyzed except for the almost panting level of their
breathing resultant from the struggle and emotion. The trance suddenly broken,
she again began to struggle, causing her brother to release one end of the belt
and frantically attempt to restrain her by grasping the back of her bared neck.
And, without warning, he placed his lips gently upon her skin, between the side
of her neck and her shoulder. Kiss.
He did it again - with a look of both confusion and lustful intoxication in his
eyes as he scanned her skin - but this time placing his lips lower, upon the
back of her shoulder. Then again in the middle of her bared upper back. Her
otherwise tense body became limp under his grasp and leaned away from the wall
and back against him, her head falling back as her eyes closed languidly. He
slowly released his grip on her neck and delicately began to slide his fingers
along the outline of her left shoulder. She shivered. He then placed his
partially open mouth on her left shoulder, extending the tip of his tongue
slightly to taste his sister.
She let her bound hands drop from their position of protecting her breasts and
rolled her head to receive these strange, tantalizing sensations. Her mouth
quivered in an attempt to speak, yet all that left her lips were quiet,
involuntary gasps and moans of subtle,intense and forbidden rapture.
"I... I know why you wanted to draw me... paint me," she muttered in a sweet,
girlish though gasping whisper, her eyes still closed, her head in constant
though sultry motion. "The photos... I know. I know why you're doing this." The
feel of lips and tongue softly swimming down her spine while his palm gently
ravaged her shoulders and neck caused a pause in the proclamation she was
delivering to her brother. "I understand. I understand now. You understand,
don't you? You know, don't you? You always knew. You always knew... didn't you?"
"There doesn't have to be a reason," he said firmly with the side of his face
pressed against the flat of her back, the tip of his tongue twisting to contact
her flesh. "Passion needs no explanation."
"Passion," she repeated with an exalting and dramatic moan as she felt his
tongue hungrily lap the back of her upper arm. "Yes... but you knew. You knew I
had something those women you painted didn't have. You always knew, didn't you?
That's why I'm here, isn't it? Tell me... please. I want to hear you say it.
Please..."
He peeled his mouth from her back and stood up straight. Grasping her shoulders
(the belt still held in his right hand), he spun her around to face him.
Simultaneous with her thrusting her ample breasts forward - for his sake as well
as hers - he plowed his face into the bend of her neck and began to devour her.
From collar bone to cleavage, his mouth rampaged over her exposed flesh while
his hands slid and slithered. Her footing began to falter and he had to forcedly
keep her from collapsing. She then hesitantly placed her bound hands upon his
shoulder, as if he were her lover.
"Oh God. This... this is bad... soooo bad," she oozed in the throes of some
forbidden rapture. "We shouldn't be doing this... this is wrong... Mmmmm...
We're so bad. I'm so bad for doing this... Oh God... kiss me."
