Bdsm Sex Stories

by Olga Menson

  Athena reached out then and took my hand, hesitating for a single moment before leaning across the table and whispering in my ear.

  "I need you. Right now."

  I paid with far more money than was necessary and told the waitress to keep the change, having a sudden need to be elsewhere. We left, both walking fast to my apartment, our hands gripping each other tightly regardless of the wisdom of doing so openly.

  It was going to happen.

  * *

  We entered the apartment like a storm. Athena's phone buzzed, but she ignored it, tossing both it and her purse on my small kitchen table as she walked past. She spared me a single, desperate glance before she strode for my bedroom, discarding her coat and other clothes along the way. I paused for a moment, watching her fine form emerge from the concealing fabric.

  I am not exaggerating when I say that to me, she appeared like a goddess, svelt, and perfectly proportioned. I felt my breath catch in my chest, and my eyes were glued to her bare back and firm buttocks as she disappeared from my view. Then, as if under a spell, I gave chase.

  I followed her example, stripping as I went, although I forced myself to stay slow and in control. I wanted to push her down and ravish her. I think she might have enjoyed that, but I knew, deeply, that she needed something else.

  As I entered the room, Athena stood there, nude, looking at me. Her eyes were adoring but uncertain. Her arms were shyly crossed over her chest, and she bit her lip.

  "Are you all right?"

  I asked the question softly as I approached her. She nodded but then looked down at my erect cock, and blushed quite fetchingly.

  "I am. I want this. I just..."

  "You just what?"

  Athena laughed then, nervous but charming.

  "I don't know what to do. I mean, I know what happens. I'm not dumb. I just...I don't know what you want. I don't want to let you down, and I'm afraid I'll fuck up or that it will hurt. I just...I'm losing my mind. I want you right now, but I don't think I'm ready."

  I reached out and took Athena's hands in my own, which had the added bonus of allowing her breasts to be seen in the soft afternoon light from the window. I met her eyes and smiled.

  "Ath, do you trust me?"

  "You know I do."

  "Do you love me?"

  "Yes. God, yes."

  "All right. I want you to lay back for me on the bed."

  Ath let go of my hands and sat down, leaning back first on her elbows and then laying down with her head on my pillow, her hair spilled out beautifully behind her. She was, however, still quite rigid.

  "Relax for me. Focus on your breathing."

  "Like before a recital?"

  "Exactly like that. Just relax. Good. Let your arms fall back. Spread your legs just a bit. Don't worry about holding them open or assuming some position, all right?"

  Athena nodded, and ever so slowly, parted her legs. I had to take a moment, and I'm pretty sure my cock throbbed right then. She was so wet and swollen and perfect. Her inner thighs gleamed for me. I wanted to fill her to see my own seed mix with her fluids. I felt guilty, but it was suppressed by this more primal urge. I climbed on the bed and knelt between her thighs.

  "Part your lips for me, Ath." I was giving instruction now, and she was always a good girl about following my lead. I thought of a million ways that could be fun, but later. For now, I needed this to be us together.

  "L-like this?" Ath asked. She had taken her fingers and gently spread her entrance for me. I held my cock and positioned it at her labia. I looked her in the eyes. I didn't need to ask the question, she nodded. Then, I slowly pushed the head of my cock inside of my beautiful little sister. She cried out. I stopped.

  "Are...are you okay?" I was out of breath already, and it took every ounce of will not to force myself the rest of the way.

  "Yes. I...I am. It didn't even hurt. It was just...a big surprise. A very big one." Ath laughed, and I joined her before I slid another inch inside of her. I didn't let up this time but kept going. I drew it out now, realizing that I was not the only one being tormented. I felt Ath's hands on my biceps, and then my back, then my ass, pulling, begging me with her body more and more insistently. I resisted and refused to move more quickly, both for her sake and to tease her. She moaned then, a needy animal noise. God, I loved her.

  "Fuck," I said as I finally filled her completely. Her legs, small but powerful, wrapped around my own, holding me in place.

  "Od...od...it's...it's almost too much. This feels...so..."

  "...perfect," I said, completing her thought. Then I kissed her. We made out. I did not move yet, but she ground against me slightly, shifting her hips, begging me to do so. After a moment, our lips and tongues separated.

  "All right, Ath, I'm going to tell you what you need to do. Are you ready?"

  I took an instructive tone, but I was still playful.

  "Yes, sir," she replied. She was playful, too, but her tone was not mocking. It was ready. Eager for instruction. Keen to please me.

  "I'm going to set the tempo and the rhythm at first. Don't worry. I want you to let yourself go. Don't try to control yourself or your body or mine. Just try to move with it and do what comes naturally. Like you always have."

  Ath nodded but still looked unsure.

  "I'm going to write the music, and you're going to dance," I said, this time more softly. At last, I saw Athena's face relax, and then she bit her lip as I started to thrust inside of her. I focused on my own breathing at first, if only to keep myself from cumming in a minute. I moved out, and she gasped and desperately pulled me back inside her. I kept up a slow, almost agonizing pace. She met me, and rolled her hips and clawed at my back, ever so slightly. When she realized that I wasn't going to move faster yet, she arched her back so that each time I entered her would go as deep as possible. Soon she was rolling and flowing with each stroke.

  Ath pulled her self up against me and nipped my neck gently. How she knew that would drive me wild, I don't know, but it did. I accelerated, and she met me, her hands ever moving, her hips rolling and flexing and grinding. This wasn't like sex. This was like two halves of the same soul returning and meeting and flowing back together. I had never felt anything like it.

  "I love you," I said without thinking.

  "I love you, too, Od. I'm yours now."

  Then we kissed again, and things got really interesting. My pace picked up, and she met it. I grew forceful, pushing her breath out with each impact, and she took me, held me, groaned and grunted. I ebbed and slowed and became gentle, and she clung to me, crying out. She had cum, already, and I hadn't realized it. In fact, later, she would tell me that the whole time was like one, long orgasm for her, with moments of varying intensity. We reached one of those moments, and I sensed that it was time to go more quickly. I sped up the tempo, changed to short thrusts, grinding against her. I was ready to reach down and thumb her clit, but it wasn't necessary.

  "Od...od...odddd," Ath breathed, cumming again. I smiled, and she kissed me, and our tongues danced, and our bodies writhed together. I wasn't going to ask for permission to cum inside of her, because she'd already granted it.

  We stopped kissing and met eyes, and she smirked, just a bit. I knew that she wanted to change the dance, as she always did. I nodded. She rolled me over then, smoothly. She didn't force it, any more than I had forced her legs apart. She was leading now, her melody commanding my rhythm. I was on my back, and she was on top. My hands explored her body, grasping her perfect tits hard, perhaps too hard. But no, she moaned in pleasure. It pleased her to be touched like this by her brother, by me. She wanted my hands all over her, on her, inside of her. She took one of them and sucked a finger into her mouth, lewdly before releasing it and smiling, putting her hands on my chest and moving at a suddenly increased pace.

  "Ath," I said, almost as a warning. I was going to cum, and soon.

  "Od, I want this. I want this. I want you."

  "Fuck, Ath. I want you, too. I've
never wanted anyone more."

  My hands were on her waist now, urging her movements. She was on top, but I was in the lead again. She responded to my guidance perfectly, becoming my little pleasure vessel, moving and receiving my cock, anticipating my needs before I knew I had them.

  "Od...look at me."

  I did.

  "I love you, Ath."

  Ath looked down at me, building the tempo again. My balls ached for release. I wanted nothing more than to fill her. I wanted to make her mine and make her pregnant and damn the consequences.

  "Od, I need to be your only one."

  "You are, Ath. You're the only one."

  "I...I need to be your wife, Od. Please. Please be my husband."

  Fuck. That was...probably insane of her to say, but we all say crazy stuff during sex. No, that was wrong. She was serious, and I knew that she had thought about this. Maybe that wasn't what she had planned to say, but she had definitely intended that to be our relationship.

  Ath wasn't thinking in the short term. She rarely did. She wanted commitment, and in return, she gave it.

  "Fuck, Ath. You're mine. You're my wife." I growled the words, both loving and possessive, and I felt her body tense as they pushed her over the edge. Then I released myself inside of her, rope after rope of thick, sticky, fertile cum filling her up. I felt it fill her and run out along the outside of my cock. Ath milked every last drop out of me before she collapsed on my chest, breathing hard. I wrapped my arms around her back and held her close, crushing her to my chest, unable and unwilling to let her go. Under her breath, she spoke.

  "I love you, Od. You're my husband, and my brother and I will never let you go."

  We fell asleep, still joined together.

  * *

  Ath was gone in the early morning hours when I woke back up. There was no note, just the hint of her scent in the air. I was sad, almost immediately. I wondered if that's why she hadn't said goodbye. I picked up my phone, and there was a single message from her, sent an hour or so ago.

  I'm home safe. I didn't want to wake you. I meant everything. I'm yours. See you soon. <3

  * * *

  Hubris

  * * *

  Looking back, I don't know why I thought that this would be all right.

  We were in love, and it was real, and a living, growing thing. It wasn't like any other relationship that I'd ever been in. It felt like a fire, growing and surging, out of our control, but it didn't feel bad. It felt natural and safe.

  But how could that be true? Every old taboo told me that what we were doing was wrong. Sinful, even. The gods and goddesses in old stories sometimes were brother and sister, and they married and fucked and loved, but they were just stories. Sooner or later, we'd be caught, or one of us would fall out of love, or jealousy might overwhelm our love. Or one of the many other minor disasters that often befell passionate affairs. And then we'd be separated forever.

  We didn't care, though. We had each other.

  * *

  It was then that I started noticing the little things. Athena wasn't performing or practicing as much. She told me that since she would be attending the school starting next year, she didn't need to work so hard. Ath fell asleep earlier and slept later. I just took that to be her finally allowing herself to relax a little. It was the physical changes that I noticed the most, however.

  "You're getting thinner," I said, as Ath was pulling her shirt back on, sitting on the corner of my bed. I watched her back disappear into the shapeless sweatshirt with a little feeling of loss. I wanted more of her.

  "You weren't complaining about my body a few minutes ago," Ath said with a sly smile as she stood and turned, crawling back over the bed to me and kissing me. I was still nude, and even this small attention was making me harden again.

  "It's not a complaint, you doofus. Are you...are you feeling all right?"

  "What do you mean?"

  Her question was to be expected, but I could sense something behind it, a reluctance to speak.

  "I guess you've been paler lately. Are you eating enough? Am I wearing you out too much?"

  "No, Od. You're not. And if you were, I'd lie and say the same thing. I want to be with you as much as possible before I have to go. Do you really want me to stop coming over to spend time with you?"

  "No. No, I'd never want that. I just don't want to hurt you."

  Ath smiled at me. For whatever reason, that smile has never left me. There were soft circles under her eyes, and her cheekbones were perhaps a bit too prominent, but she still held a radiant beauty.

  "You'd never hurt me, Od."

  * *

  A day or so later, I was supposed to pick Ath up and take her out. To our parents, it was just us palling around since she would be leaving the country soon. We told them that we were double dating and made up a casual girlfriend and boyfriend for each of us, respectively. For us, it was a single date. We'd go somewhere nice, but relatively outside of town, let ourselves be a couple, joke and flirt, and then make love in my car. Maybe if she was feeling brave, she'd spend the night at my place, and we'd barely sleep at all.

  I had gotten done with class and my project work ahead of schedule, so rather than just show up on time, I went early. There were utility workers digging up pipes on one side of the street, so I had to park a little further down than I usually would have. I'd decided to come out and spend some time going through of Grandfather's things and see if there was anything that I wanted to keep, as Mom had been bugging me to do for weeks. I passed the afternoon reading through some of his letters and journals, eventually picking some of them and choosing a few books that I knew were valuable to him personally, if not actually rare or desirable to a collector.

  That was how I caught her.

  I'd heard Mom and Athena get home, perhaps a little early themselves, but nothing too out of the ordinary. Ath's classes were done, and Mom could, to an extent, work her own schedule. They must have missed my car as it wasn't out front like normal. The two of them were in the middle of a heated discussion as they entered the kitchen through the side door. I was halfway down the stairs, getting ready to call out a greeting, but rather than keep going and announce myself, I waited a moment and listened.

  "I don't understand why you're doing this, Ath. It's not like you to be so...deceptive."

  My mother's tone of voice was heavy with concern.

  "Mom, we've been over this. It's just not worth worrying everyone until they have to know."

  "I'm not talking about everyone, Athena, I'm talking about your brother. You were fine with your father and I finding out, but you're still keeping it from him. Why?"

  "I...I just ...he's been through a lot, all right? He was close to Grandfather, and I want him to be happy for a little while. Is that so bad?"

  "It is when you're lying to him. You know your brother as well as I do. He won't take this at all well, but it will just be worse if he finds out the wrong way. You have to tell him."

  Ath had apparently had enough. When she raised her voice, it was shocking to me. Sure, she and Mom had their disagreements, but nothing ever really escalated to that point.

  "Let me do this my own way, all right? I'll tell him when I'm ready!"

  I couldn't wait any longer. Now that she'd shouted, I couldn't even really pretend that I hadn't heard them. I went downstairs the rest of the way. As I turned the corner, I could see surprise on both of their faces. I was already a bit angry, but more than that, I was afraid. Perhaps my unconscious had been trying to tell me something, and my love-addled brain hadn't been up to listening.

  "Tell me what?" I asked the question softly.

  "Goddammit," Ath said, putting her hand over her eyes, which had begun to tear up. She turned around, facing the counter.

  Mom looked at her and then me, and there was no anger left in her eyes, only sadness. She walked over to where Ath stood and put her arm on her back, briefly, speaking softly to her. Ath nodded, then Mom left the kitchen, touching my
arm briefly before leaving us alone.

  "What haven't you been telling me, Ath?"

  My stomach was in knots. I had to know.

  "Od, just...just give me a second."

  "Ath. Please."

  My sister sighed. It was heavy with sorrow.

  "I...I have cancer, Od. Leukemia, to be specific."

  "Oh my god," I said, feeling the world shifting under me. "The fainting. The weight loss...oh...no. How long have you known?"

  "Since right after Grandfather's funeral."

  "What? Why didn't you tell me? I don't..."

  Ath stepped closer to me, now, putting her hands on my chest. I suppose that might have been bad for our mother to see, but I knew that she wasn't watching. She wouldn't have wanted to witness this conversation, having experienced her own version of it.

  "Od," Ath said softly, "I love you. The night after the show, I was going to tell you what the diagnosis would probably be. I was even thinking of asking you to come along..."

  "Why didn't you?"

  "You know why," Ath said, whisper-quiet, looking up at me, the faintest hint of a smile appearing on her face. God, she was so thin. How hadn't I seen this coming? "I told you my truth, and you told me yours, and things went differently than either of us expected."

  "Fuck, that's...I don't..."

  I was crying now. Not sobs, just small streaks of grief.

  "Od, please. Please don't hate me. I wanted this to be something that you could remember. This time we had. That we still have. I didn't want this hovering over everything. I'm going to treatment. It's not like I don't have a chance. I'm not dead yet."

  "Wait. Can I donate bone marrow to you? I've read about that before, and..."

  "No, Od. I mean, maybe, you might be compatible. It's still a little early for that, though. It hasn't been that long, and...and there's always a risk to you because you have Mom's condition."