Arousing Family

by Emelia Andersen

  Big Rick grinned at Adam, "Go ahead, look around. Maybe Lisa will show you how she became one of our most popular dancers." He slapped Adam on the back and left the two of them to explore.

  The doors opened into a lounge. There was a long bar on one side and small tables and lounge chairs all around. Couches and overstuffed chairs covered the other two walls.

  Lisa walked over and got two Jack and Cokes from the bartender and led him down a small private hallway.

  "These are the scene rooms," she said, "Customers pay anywhere from five to ten thousand dollars to have one of the girls be their ultimate fantasy. They have to be members to come this far though."

  She showed him the different types. School girl, the room had classroom desks and a big teacher's desk. The walls were covered with a chalkboard and school posters. A torture room with racks and whips, complete with toys and many exploratory play things. There were about ten rooms, she'd laughed and told him she'd used every room atleast five times.

  In the Nurse room, it had a hospital bed and nurse's tools spread out on the counter. She walked across the room to show him that the tools were actually vibrators and dildos. He laughed and joked about probing someone with one. She bent over to show him there were actually hand and foot restraints to tie you up. While she was bending, he noticed how good her ass looked in her tight skirt. The skirt was pushing up and he could see her bare ass. She wasn't wearing any panties!!

  He couldn't help but picture Lisa dressed as a school girl, on her knees pleasuring some old man. He had to snap out of that, he was almost getting hard thinking of his cousin naked!

  When they reached the end of the hallway, they reentered the Lobby. They got another drink and she led him down another long hallway. This one led to bigger party rooms, where the club members could hold their own intimate gatherings. Each room had a few rounds tables and in the center a small stage with it's own stripper pole. "This room cost fifteen thousand for the members and twenty for non-members. Some companies in the area even held annual gatherings here," she explained.

  Further down, were a few rooms with huge California King sized beds covered with fluffy pillows. There was a mini bar in the corner, a sex swing hanging from the ceiling and a few different positioners. She explained that some of the club members liked to have orgy parties, where they could have thier friends and girlfriends join the fun. "The girls get paid atleast twenty thousand for an orgy and if they actually had sex with the club member, they get another ten thousand," she finished up plopping down on the bed. She lay back and he could see right up her skirt. Her pussy was bare, slippery looking.

  When they got back down to the club, he was ultra horny! He couldn't think of anything else but taking Lisa upstairs, buying a few hours in the nurse area and having her deep throat him! He quickly got to the bar and downed two shots, then ordered a beer. He planted himself in front of the stage while Lisa ran down to the employee area to get something from her dressing area.

  His mind began to wander, he could imagine Lisa naked. He could see her grinding on the pole in front of him. For being his cousin, she was pretty hot! He had to snap out of this, he couldn't act on something like that!

  Suddenly Lisa was behind him, wearing a completely different outfit. She wore a skin tight leather dress, her breasts overflowing from the top. She wore boots up to her thighs and her hair was down, flowing over her shoulders in curls.

  She pulled him out of his seat and she locked her arm through his. "Come on big guy, we're going to head to the strip!"

  She took him to clubs all over the strip, showing him gambling parlors and strip shows. Hell they even won a thousand bucks! He was having a great time, feeling great after the drinks they'd been having. She had gotten a little tipsy and was clinging to his arm now, she'd even kissed him when they'd won the thousand dollars. His cock was going crazy, his mind was racing!

  They finally headed home when it had become dark, the sky was black and the moon shown above them. She had slipped under his arm, she'd had way too much to drive. They made it home and parked in a side lot. She had begun kissing his neck, running her hand under his shirt.

  He had pulled away at first, letting her know it was after four in the morning and they were close to home. He didn't once utter anything about the fact that they were cousins. He'd wanted her as badly as she'd wanted him by that point.

  She'd laughed, "Then let's go inside, get ready for bed and then sneak down to the basement and meet me."

  He'd gotten out of the car and went inside. He wasn't sure what to do, he now had the opportunity of his life, Lisa was sexy and loved sex. He didn't want to disappoint her, she was his family and he loved seeing family happy.

  He showered and put on pajama pants and a tank top. He'd quietly snuck down the steps to the basement, leading the way with his phone light. He'd found a light switch which in turn helped him find a lamp and dim the basement back up. He'd explored for about ten minutes, looking for a place for them to shag at.

  His thoughts were to spread out the big comfy blankets that were in a heap in the middle of the floor, make a small love next in the furthest back corner. Anyone coming down to the basement would have to walk down all the stairs, go left or right about five feet and then walk to the back before they would be found. He figured by then, they could hide. He'd found a small nook that they could crawl into to stay hidden until the person went back upstairs.

  With his escape route all planned, he'd went to the stairs to wait for Lisa. He sat there for another twenty minutes, smoking a cigarette and getting nervous. When he'd snubbed out his cigarette, ready to head back to his bed on the couch, she opened the door and snuck down to him.

  He'd pulled her to the back of the basement, showing her the love nest he'd created. She smiled and tugged his pants down, showing off his cock. She touched it, leaning her lips over and locking them with his. They stood that way for a few minutes, lips locked, tongues exploring each others mouths. Her stroking him, cupping his balls after every few strokes. He kissed down her neck, making a path over her body, "Show me your body," he breathed into her neck.

  She stepped back, letting him go, and pulled her night shirt over her head. She stood before him entirely naked, her body tanned and sculpted. That of an angel he thought.

  He pulled her close again, kissed his way down to her breasts. He nibbled the hard nipples that protruded at his mouth. She was fully turned on and he was ready to extinguish the fire her body was producing.

  They fell to the bed he'd made them, his hand went to her bare ass, cupping it and massaging her. He caressed her ass, then her thighs. He spread her legs and his fingers plunged into her. She was kissing his neck, his chest. She'd even left nail marks in his back.

  He rubbed her, teasing her clit with his rough hands. His two fingers inside of her while his thumb rubbed her, tracing all the lines of her clit. He'd found every spot that made her wiggle, cry out or cum. She was soaking wet, his fingers sliding inside of her over and over. She was so juicy it made him drool.

  He kissed down her body, licking and teasing her til his tongue found her love button. He'd pressed that button, the most tender spots on her clit. Teasing and tonguing her, til she soaked his face with her scent. He'd french kissed her clit until her body shuddered with pleasure.

  When she was finally able to move, her mouth found it's way to his hard cock. She bobbed her head over his cock, taking almost every inch inside. Her throat was tight around him, her fingers tugging at his ball sack. His dick was pulsing, sending heat to her mouth. It was about to explode and he was ready to be inside her already.

  He pushed her back, spread her legs and slowly lowered himself to her. His cock touched her entrance and he rubbed it over her clit, teasing her, "Are you sure you want me to fuck you? This is your last chance to stop me Lisa!"

  She lifted her hips, allowing his head inside of her, "If you stop now Adam, you'll regret it! Now, Fuck me!"

  He entered her, her legs found his
hips and locked on them. He pumped into her, she was tight even though she'd been having sex often. He could feel her vagina muscles tighten on him. The friction was enough to send him over the edge. He sprayed his cum inside of her. She was full of his cum and it dripped out.

  He pulled out of her, his cock slightly limp. He lay next to her while she caught her breath. She leaned her head against his chest, teasing his nipple with her tongue.

  "So I guess I was able to seduce you today, don't you think?" She asked.

  He just looked into her eyes, "You didn't wear any panties on purpose?"

  He just knew his vacation had gotten much better!

  The End.

  Unforgettable

  Ursula almost remembered the dream that night.

  The alarm shattered most of it; even as she was waking up, the strident buzzing noise crashed through the memories, leaving nothing but fragments. She grasped at them, trying to hang onto something, anything at all. There was a hand, she knew, a hand sliding down the swell of her hip and...and a taste like wet rubber...no good. It was gone. Ursula hit the snooze button, but the dream didn't come back. Instead, she just lay there, her hand drifting down between her thighs to feel her slick pussy, touching her tingling clit... The dream always left her horny as fuck, whatever it was.

  The alarm went off a second time before she could really do anything about it, though, and Ursula rolled over to realize she didn't have time to indulge even if she could... She staggered out of bed and stumbled into the shower, counting on the hot water to help her body realize that it wasn't time to masturbate, it was time to get to work. Even so, she found herself devoting a little extra attention to making sure her cunt was nice and soaped up (hands all over her body) before taking the shower head attachment and giving it a nice, long rinse with plenty of water pressure (her own voice moaning, "feels soooo good...") But as always lately, she couldn't seem to close the gap between pleasure and release. The pleasure just reminded her of the dream, and then she tried to chase those memories and wound up with nothing but frustration. Frustrated in body, frustrated in mind. Not the best way to start work.

  She pulled her comb angrily through her long auburn hair. She'd have to leave it wet, there was just no time to dry it. No time for contacts, either--she just slipped a pair of glasses over her liquid brown eyes, bringing the world into focus (was the world in focus in the dream? A momentary flash of someone taking off her glasses, the last flash she'd get all day) and pulled on her clothes before heading out the door into the gray London morning.

  Work was already chaotic by the time she got there. Customer queues were up to ten minutes, dropped calls were spiking, and Andrea shot her a look when she walked in that was half-glare, half-plea. "No time for coffee this morning, Ursie. Just get on the phones, I'll give you an extra break once things calm down."

  Ursula winced. "Without coffee, I'm liable to reach straight through the phone lines and strangle someone. What the fuck happened, anyway? Was there a recall or something?"

  Andrea waved her to her desk as she talked. "No, a firmware update with a bug in it. They're hot-patching through a fix in an hour or two, but we get the fallout in the meanwhile. Go, sit. I'll bring you coffee. Black, right?"

  "Two sugars," Ursula said. "I'll need the extra energy." She saw Andrea's sympathetic look just before her manager darted out of view; pretty much the whole office knew that Ursula had been sleeping like shit for the past three weeks, even if she hadn't gotten into the details of the dream that had been leaving her wrung out, frustrated, and irritable. Andrea was being about as nice as she could be, given that Ursula knew she couldn't be very pleasant to be around right now.

  Unlike some other people, Ursula thought, putting on her headphones as she signed in. The flood of calls kept her from even finishing that sentence in her head for a minute or two as she politely explained to one caller after another that this was merely a momentary disruption in service, and that the ETA of the fix was now two hours. But as she went through her emails and read up on details of the bug (how the fuck had this even gone live? she wondered), she noticed that once again, there were no emails from Chandra. No "good morning", no "how did you sleep?", not even a forwarded list of lawyer jokes.

  During the half-second pause from one call to the next, Ursula leaned back in her chair. Sure enough, Chandra was sitting just three cubicles down, and Ursula could hear her best friend's clipped, polite tones as she delivered the same apologetic bromides that Ursula herself had been saying. But she didn't have anything to say to Ursula.

  Ursula tried to push it all out of her head and focus on work. No time for fragments of dream, no time to wonder which particular burst of frustration had pissed off Chandra so bad, no time to think about how she was horny all the time but sessions with her vibrator just seemed to whet the appetite of a body that ached so bad for some secret pleasure locked in the world of slumber and Ursula didn't even know what it was, but she needed it, needed it so fucking bad that...

  Her hands shook as she took a gulp of coffee between calls. "Fucking hell," she muttered to herself, barely managing to mute the phone first.

  Around ten o'clock the patch went through, and call volume finally subsided to a dull roar long enough for Ursula to look at the break schedule. True to her word, Andrea had scheduled her for an extra ten minutes at around four--right when Chandra had her break, too. Was the whole office aware that they were fighting now? (What was she thinking--of course the office was aware of it. This place ran on gossip and coffee like cars ran on gasoline.) Whatever the reason, Andrea had given them a chance to talk, and Ursula intended to use it. The day might have started shit and gotten worse, but she was going to get one positive thing done. She was going to patch things up with her best friend.

  At four, she signed out of the phones and stood up. "Chandra," she said as she headed down the rows, "I was--" She stopped. Chandra was already four cubicles down and accelerating, her head resolutely forward in a way that made it obvious that she'd looked at the break schedules too and wanted to make it absolutely clear that she didn't notice Ursula behind her. Ursula thought about pursuing, but some of the tension inside her chose that moment to snap. "Fuck it," she grunted, prompting an irritated look from Janine, who was on the phone with a customer. Ursula headed off to get another coffee.

  She sat there in the break room, staring out the window at the little wind chimes that some bugger had hung up in the hopes that it would make the place look cheerful and stirring her coffee, trying to figure out where it had all gone wrong. Not just with Chandra, with...with...the sun briefly peeked out from behind the clouds, throwing the crystals of the wind chime into brief, dazzling light. The sparkling crystal caught Ursula's eye for just a moment, a perfect rainbow effect, and she whispered to herself, "can't resist..."

  She blinked. Where the hell had that come from? Resist what? She tugged at her bangs in frustration. This had all started because of the dreams. If she could just remember what she was dreaming about, then maybe she could patch things up with Chandra, and--

  No. That didn't make sense. Whatever was up with Chandra, it had absolutely nothing to do with the dreams that had haunted her for the last three weeks. Even as Ursula tried to wonder why she was so certain of that, the insistent refrain kept up in the back of her mind that Chandra had nothing to do with it, until she couldn't even remember exactly what it was that Chandra didn't have anything to do with anymore. Frazzled and bewildered, she took her coffee back to work with her, barely making it back in time to sign in, and finished her shift in the same bad mood she'd started it in.

  And then it was off for home. Ursula watched a bit of telly when she got in, but her heart wasn't in it. Instead, she found herself sliding between the sheets, pulling out her vibrator, and slowly slipping it into a cunt that had been wet and needy all fucking day. She pumped the dildo in and out of herself, turning up the buzzing sensation to the max, trying to think of bubble baths with David Tennant and lying in front
of a fireplace with Richard Grant and, and it wasn't doing any fucking good, she wanted the dream, she needed the dream!

  Eventually, she slept.

  *****

  Ursula very nearly remembered the dream that night.

  It was more than two hands, she realized on waking. She could feel a hand on her hip, a pair of hands rubbing her nipples, and hands right down between her thighs, putting pressure with the thumb right on her clit while she moaned out...moaned out...something. That bit was lost.

  Ursula pondered this revelation while she soaked under the hot water. It was so vivid, that was the worst thing about it. While she was asleep, the dream wasn't just the usual movie playing in the theater of her mind's eye. It was a full sensurround performance of the most erotic thing she could possibly imagine, every detail of sight and sound and touch and taste and smell (spices, it smelled like spices) until her body just quivered with need and she woke up to a damp patch on her sheets (hands behind her back, she couldn't move them)...

  And then she woke up, and it just poured away like water down a drain. Gone into the recesses of her mind, no matter how hard she chased after it. No matter how long she stared down at the drain, watching the water swirl away and trying to remember just a little bit more (salty taste of sweat-slick flesh in her mouth) and just a little bit more ("the pendant always dangles down...") and...

  When she got out, Ursula let out a tiny yelp as she realized she'd been in the shower for forty-five minutes. More wet hair, no contacts again, and even with all that she still walked into work five minutes late. Andrea shot her an undiluted glare, and frustration almost made Ursula glare right back before she reminded herself that things like that were why Chandra wasn't on speaking terms with her anymore. Instead, she swallowed her irritation and said, "Sorry, trouble sleeping again."

  "Thought about seeing a therapist?" Andrea asked.

  "With what this job pays?" Ursula said wryly. "I'd be lucky if I could afford a stage hypnotist." She blinked. "I must be tired, I don't even know what that fucking means."