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Seduces Me
[MF, inc, rom, cons]

By The Secret Grrl
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/thesecretgrrl/www
thesecretgrrl@hotmail.com
Copyright (C) 2002


You remember how she feels. 

You haven't had her in so long. You were warned the 
last time they caught you that they would disown you 
if it happened again, and you believe them. 

Two more years. Just two more years. 

You'll have your trust fund then. The world will open 
up. You'll leave them, and take her with you. She'll 
be your sister, your lover, your wife, your world. You 
never need ask for anything from them again. 

But until then, she isn't yours. 

The Saturday ritual was her idea. You would never have 
suggested anything like that yourself. Not that you 
didn't think of it for your own amusement, but you 
would never have put it to her that she should seek 
out other men. After all, she may be your lover, but 
she's also your sister. There isn't a man alive good 
enough to touch her. 

But she was the one who came up with the idea. She put 
it to you the morning after the last time. She was 
pale and gaunt, and she'd been crying. You both had. 
You braved your parents' stony stares and went out 
onto the back porch with her. You sat apart. 


"It's not worth it," she said. "You'll lose 
everything. I'm not worth that." 

"You're worth every penny of it," you said rashly. "I 
don't care about the money." 

She smiled weakly. "I know you don't, Ryan, but you 
will. You should. You don't know how hard it is to be 
poor. But I see how some of my friends struggle. It's 
harder than you think." She bowed her head, and the 
tears began to fall. "I don't want that for you." 

You wanted to put your arms around her and hold on 
tight, but you knew they were watching. You hated them 
for that. You hated them because you couldn't help 
her. Because you had to sit there watching her cry. 

You felt like shit. 

"I don't care about the money," you said again. That 
wasn't exactly true - you cared very much. But still, 
you cared about her more. And if you had to start with 
nothing, well, that would make you no different to 
about ninety percent of the kids in the world. 

"We can't do this anymore," she insisted. "Not until 
you get your money." 

"But that's two years!" you burst out. "I can't go 
without you for two years!" 

"Yes, you can. You have to. Because I'm not letting 
you until you've got it." You stared at her, and she 
went on, "I'll do anything after that, Ryan. We'll go 
away. But I won't let you throw your birthright away 
for me. I just won't." 

You felt panic rising in your chest. "Reese, come on. 
That's drastic. This will blow over. We'll be all 
right, as long as we're careful." 

She shook her head. "No, Ryan. Dad's in the security 
biz, have you forgotten that? I bet you any money 
he'll put cameras in the house. He doesn't trust us. 
And they're not going to let us go anywhere together 
without a chaperone." She'd been right about the 
cameras - changing the light bulb in your bedroom a 
few weeks later, you found a pinhole camera hidden in 
the light fixture. Dear old Dad apparently took the 
deflowering of his only daughter very, very seriously. 

"So what are we going to do?" 

"We need to see other people. We need to be seen with 
other people. So word gets back to Dad." 

"No." You felt very cold. 

"Yes. We have to, Ryan. We have to throw him off the 
scent." 

"I don't want you going out with some guy, Reese. Not 
even for show. What if you get to like him better than 
me?" She burst out laughing, and that made you mad. 
"What's so funny?" 

"You," she said, wiping her eyes. "You're funny." It 
was good to see her smile, and you smiled too, in 
spite of yourself. "We wouldn't have to go out with 
them, Ryan. I'm not saying we should start dating 
anyone else. I'm talking about one night stands. Very 
public one night stands." 

"And what will that achieve?" 

"For one thing, they'll let up a bit. They might start 
letting us go out together again if they think we're 
both getting our kicks somewhere else. And then we 
might be able to get time alone again." 

You nodded. It made sense. 

So that was how it began. You started going out on 
Saturday nights with the local trend-setters. You got 
into the trendiest bars, and on a slow news week, you 
might be mentioned in the social column. You made a 
point of being seen draped over one girl or another, 
and she did the same with the guys. Your group became 
known as the Barely Legal Brat Pack. As a PR exercise, 
it worked out well. 

And sure enough, your parents eventually let up. They 
still watch you during the week, but they've stopped 
hassling you about Saturday nights. As long as you 
appear in the social pages with other people now and 
then, they're happy. And you're just well-known enough 
now that they know you daren't lay a hand on each 
other in public. 

You didn't mean to fuck anyone else, just the same. 
You really didn't. It was all meant to be for show. 
But then there had come a night when you wound up 
necking with a leggy blonde, and Reese was standing 
with some guy just a few feet away. 

The blonde nibbled your ear. You held Reese's gaze. 
She watched. Her lips were parted. Her eyes gleamed. 

You wanted to touch her so badly. 

You lowered your mouth to the blonde's shoulder and 
sucked. Still holding Reese with your eyes. You 
slipped your hand beneath the strap of the blonde's 
little top and caressed her shoulderblade. Willing 
Reese to understand that your touch was for her. 
Reese's face gave no hint of her thoughts, but you saw 
her hand tighten on the arm of the man she was with. 
She clutched at him, drew his hand to her breast, 
still watching you with that inscrutable gaze. 

You fucked together against a wall in an alleyway that 
night. It wasn't quite as satisfying as what you used 
to do together, but it was hot as hell. It was 
bonding, in its own way. And since then, it's been 
your Saturday ritual. 

You know what's in her heart. That when she takes the 
stranger inside her, it's you she bequeaths with her 
love. You know this. But it hurts you just the same, 
even while it drives you wild. 

Two more years, you think. Just two more years. 

"Are we really going to see that girl again?" she 
wonders. 

You look up. Blink a little. Suddenly aware of your 
surroundings. The cab. You're almost home. 

"Do you want to?" you ask her. 

"I like her," she says. But that doesn't really answer 
the question. 

"I do, too," you say. Then, after a pause, "It's 
risky." 

"Yeah. Do you think she knew who we were?" 

You shrug. You honestly don't know. Your parents read 
the social pages, but in the real world, most people 
don't. And you're small potatoes in the jetset anyway. 
Just another couple of yuppie kids, heirs to a modest 
upper-middle class fortune. You're not in the league 
of the Murdochs or the McMahons. You're only there 
because you happen to be young and attractive and went 
to school with the right people. 

"She liked us," she says. "She liked how we were." 

You nod again. It *was* nice. For once, you 
felt...valid. 

"Ryan?" 

"Yes, Marisa?" 

"Let's go to the marina. I want to look at the boats." 

You turn to look at her. "Do you think that's a good 
idea?" 

"Jolie Martin was at the bar. She was watching you and 
the girl. I heard her ask the barman who she was. I 
think she's going to put it in her column. So you've 
got a cover story for the night." 

You think about it. "As long as we get separate cabs 
home, then." 

She nods. Leans forward to the driver. "Brooklyn, 
please." Obediently, he changes lanes and heads for 
the freeway. 

You take her hand. 

When you arrive, you tip the driver and watch him 
drive away. Then you walk around the side of the 
darkened marina and out onto the waterfront. You stop 
outside the boat rental shop. Lean against the 
railing. You breathe deeply. The air is fresh and 
clean. 

"I like that one," she says, pointing to a blue and 
white yacht a little way down the pier. "Let's go 
aboard." 

"Aboard?" you say. "We can't-" 

There's a key dangling from her fingers. 

Warmth washes over you. How you love seeing her like 
this. Mischievous. Cat-like. Taking you by the collar 
and leading you just where she wants you to go. 

She owns you. Totally. And you wouldn't have it any 
other way. 

"What did you do?" you wonder, catching her around the 
waist, splaying your palms over her back. "Huh? What 
did you do, you scheming little-" 

She cuts you off with a kiss. "Flattery will get you 
everywhere." 

God, that soft, wet mouth. "Oh, Jesus," you sigh, 
pressing her closer. "It's been too long." 

"Mmm," she nods. She twines her arms around your 
shoulders. Runs long, slender fingertips through your 
hair. You run your hands over her back and down to her 
ass. It occurs to you that it's only been an hour 
since the bar - that maybe she'll need to build you up 
- but no, you feel yourself growing hard straight off. 
All it takes is tasting that sweet hot mouth on yours. 

"Fuck, you're beautiful," you rasp out. No hearts and 
flowers tonight. You feel almost feral. Raw hunger. 
You don't want to make love to her. You want to 
consume her. You love her, fuck yeah - but it's been 
so long. 

She feels it too. 

You see it in her eyes. In the way she looks at you. 
Meditative. As though preparing for a deadly serious 
task. Her teeth are bared, and her breaths are shallow 
and fast. Rather like a predatory animal preparing to 
move in for the kill. 

"Long and slow?" you wonder. There's a hint of 
mischief in your tone. 

"Fuck that." 

You tug her hard against you. Lifting her up on her 
toes. "Hard and fast, then," you hiss, pressing your 
cock into her belly. 

"Yes," she hisses back. "Like that." You grind against 
her, and she gasps, "Fuck! Yes. Like that. Like that." 

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" you wonder, 
running your hand up her thigh, beneath her skirt. 
Kneading at her ass. 

"No, but I kiss my brother. Good enough?" She writhes 
against you, shivering lightly. Her hands fumble with 
the buttons on your shirt. 

"The best," you manage before you close your mouth on 
hers. You feed on each other, demanding, devouring, 
until finally she drags her mouth away and lowers it 
to your throat. Sucking greedily. You latch your hand 
onto her breast through her top, squeezing and 
kneading. Tweaking one tight hard nipple between your 
fingers. Your other hand slips beneath her g-string, 
into the crease of her ass, and her thighs fall open, 
and you feel her teeth grazing your neck when she 
moans. Her hands are fumbling with your zip, and then 
she tugs your cock free. The cool air washes over you, 
and you groan, urging it up into her hands. She 
strokes your shaft with one hand. Gently squeezes your 
balls with the other. 

"Jesus, Reese. I'm not going to last long if you keep 
doing that," you force out between gritted teeth. 

"Maybe you ought to distract me, then," she says, and 
she pulls away, and hoists herself up onto the 
railing. She sits there, holding the pillar with one 
hand, drawing up her skirt with the other. Legs spread 
wide. 

"You'll fall in," you argue, but not very 
convincingly. Already moving closer. You can see the 
outline of her nipples, pressing against snug fabric 
in the moonlight. You can see the smooth metal railing 
pressing into the flesh of her thighs. You have no 
idea why that turns you on. What definitely turns you 
on is the knowledge that her ass is bobbing there in 
the air over the water. Just the thought of having her 
so accessible to you after so long - 

Okay, you're sold. 

You take the straps of her top in your hands, and work 
them down her shoulders. She holds you to steady 
herself while she gets her arms free, and then she 
holds the pillar again, composed once more. 

"You going to touch them, big brother, or do I have to 
do it myself?" 

You give her a withering look. "I'm pacing myself." 

You ease the clingy fabric down over her perfect 
breasts. You put your hands on them, cupping one in 
each palm. Feeling their weight. Squeezing them gently 
until her nipples come up in your hands. The breeze 
rises up and her hair trails out behind her over the 
water. You nip at her neck, white and sloping and 
exposed. She clutches at your hair with her free hand, 
whimpering with need. She squirms on the railing, and 
you can feel her thighs spread even wider. Her breaths 
speed up, her breasts rise and fall, and you just know 
you have to get your mouth around one of them, right 
now. 

You trail down kisses from her neck to where the flesh 
begins to swell. She lets go of your hair and grabs 
one of the eaves above her head, stretching out her 
body, tugging her nipple up to meet your mouth. You 
begin to suck, and she lets go of the pillar and hooks 
her arm around it instead, steadying herself. She is 
poised between two points. Extended. Exposed and 
beautiful. You love seeing her like this, you love 
feeling her move, so smooth and taut. You slide down 
her belly, down to your knees, down between her 
thighs. 

You take your time down there. You slide your hands 
along her thighs, easing your way up, as though you 
needed to part them, which you certainly don't. When 
you reach her sex, it's cupped with damp silk. It 
smells like sex. It smells like her. 

You trace down over the crease where her lips meet 
with your fingertips. You trace that crease back and 
forth, over and over until you've eased them open 
beneath her panties. You look up at her. She's staring 
down at you, biting her lip, her forehead creased with 
need. You hold her gaze while you tease her, just like 
you did while you were fucking that girl. That was 
good. This is incredible. 

"Love you, Reese," you murmur. 

"Same." 

You turn your attention back between her legs. You put 
your hands back on her thighs and lean in. Breathing 
her scent. Sweet and heavy, mingling with the clean 
sea air. It lingers in your nostrils, and its effect 
is near-hypnotic. You close your eyes and sink your 
mouth into softness and silk. 

"Ahhhh," she sighs, arching a little. You suck on her, 
hard - a little harder than you would without the 
panties. You taste her juices through the fabric, and 
that's too much for you - you need her skin to skin. 
You drag her panties to one side, and then you taste 
her once more. 

"God, Ryan, that's good," she gasps out when you run 
your tongue over her clit. You do it fast, then slow, 
then fast again. "Fuck, I missed that." Not as much as 
you did, though - you'd forgotten just how sweet she 
was down there. Other women taste good, but Reese - 
there's something different. Something primal. Like an 
animal recognising its own scent. Familiar. 
Comforting. 

Yours. 

The thought drives you to your feet. To kiss her, 
hard. You groan when she whimpers into your mouth and 
plunges her hand into your hair. She trails her lips 
all over yours, sweeps your mouth with her tongue, 
tasting herself on you. Devouring it. She gasps out 
your name, and her breaths come in hitching sighs. She 
reaches down for your cock, but you push her hand 
away. 

"Later," you tell her. "I've got to be inside you." 

She nods. Eyes wide. She puts her free arm around your 
shoulders, still holding onto the pillar with the 
other. You look down between you and take your cock in 
your trembling hand. You find her slit with the head, 
and you ease it into her. Just a little. Just to where 
the head meets the shaft. 

"Bastard," she whispers fondly. 

You grin at her. "You're all wet." 

"Very observant, big brother. That would be because 
your cock is in my cunt." 

Okay, so it's cheap. But men are simple, easily led, 
and you're no exception. You groan and push into her, 
right to the hilt. She gasps out a sigh and winds her 
legs around your waist. 

"Men," she sighs dramatically as you grind against 
her. "So predictable." 

"You wouldn't have it any other way." Fuck, she's 
soft. So fucking soft and warm in there. 

"No," she agrees reflectively. "I do love you, Ryan." 
Her voice is oddly serious. 

It's beautiful, hearing her say that when you're 
buried inside her. "Love you too." 

She kisses you. "Now shut up and fuck me." 

So you fuck her. She grabs onto the beam above her 
head again, meeting you stroke for stroke. She jerks 
back and forth on your cock, levering herself, and 
it's one of the sexiest things you've ever seen. "God, 
Ryan," she sighs, arching her back, baring her long 
white neck. "God! Oh, God!" 

"I missed you," you whisper, shoving it into her. 
Hard. Deep. Feeling her cunt closing around your cock 
with every stroke. "I want to feel you come, Reese," 
you say against her neck. "So beautiful when you come, 
Reese, baby. So fucking beautiful." She is, too. 
There's nothing better. 

She rocks back and forth with you. Her cries are very 
nearly sobs. "Fuck, that's good," she blurts out, high 
and needy. "Oh! Ryan. Shit. Yes. Like that. God." 

"I'm gonna come, Reese," you warn her. 

She nods. "I'm close," she whispers, and speeds up, 
just a little. Trying to catch up with you. She *is* 
close - you can see it in the way she clutches the 
pillar. You hold on, and then it's all over for her - 
her body spasms, and then you let go. You feel the 
blessed release, the explosion of your seed inside 
her, and she's still writhing on your cock, still 
crying and sighing and shivering with need. She drops 
her arms limply around your shoulders, and you hold 
her tight, burying your face in her hair, murmuring 
her name. 

"Shh, Reese, we're done, we're done." 

She's sobbing. Smiling and weeping at the same time. 
Letting off tension and grief after far too long 
apart. You just hold her. Understanding perfectly. 

"Sorry," she says ruefully when she wipes her eyes. 
Her body is still trembling. 

"S'okay," you say, and you kiss her. Tenderly. Slowly. 
You touch each other's lips when you break apart. 

"I don't know if I can walk," she laughs when you help 
her down. She holds onto you, but she stands steadily 
enough. Straightens her top and her panties while you 
watch. You zip your jeans, but leave the belt undone. 
Fuck it. 

"So, about this boat," you begin. 

She smiles at you. "Ours for the week." 

"I thought you were going to see Marina for the week-" 
you stop. "Marina. The marina. You little sneak." 

"Flattery will get you everywhere," she says again. 
Banter between siblings is apt to be repetitive. This 
is true even when the siblings are lovers as well. 

"I think maybe this week would be a good time to do 
that residential program for extra credit," you say. 

"My thoughts precisely." She takes your hand. "But you 
know, Ryan, we're going to have to be careful. No-one 
can see us. Why, I think we may have to stay holed up 
on the boat for the whole week." 

You smirk a little. "I sure hope we won't get bored." 
You squeeze her hand. 

She releases it, and raises her hand to your cheek. 
Strokes it with her fingertips. You kiss them. "We 
won't." 

She takes your hand once more, and leads you off down 
the pier. 


FIN

Author's note: This story, like the related story 
Vicarious Satisfaction, is an experiment in second 
person POV.  Not an easy POV to write, but oddly it 
seems to work better for erotica than for other 
genres.  I have no idea why that is.  Ryan and Reese's 
story will probably continue, but at this stage I 
expect each story to be capable of standing alone.

Copyright notice: This story is the intellectual 
property of the author.  All rights reserved.  You may 
not repost or redistribute this story without the 
express permission of the author.  You may link to the 
author's website or to the ASSM archives, both of 
which retain copies of the story.

(C) 2002 The Secret Grrl
thesecretgrrl@hotmail.com
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/thesecretgrrl/www


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