Twin Passions

“You’re so crass,” she hissed, pushing back into him and feeling a rush of excitement through her body as he pulsed against her ass.

He gave a deep groan at that, as if she’d said something extremely sexy. His dick ground against her cheeks as he nipped her neck between kisses and suckles. “You bring it right out of me sis, what can I say?” and he pulled her bra aside again, grasped her bare, supple tit and squeezing.

She moaned and her eyes sleepily began to open, blinking at the light, and she spooned her backside into him, wrapping his arms

around her in a hug, even as he squeezed her breast. “We’re goin’ to the waterfall today?”

He nodded as he nipped and suckled her neck. “Mmhmm,” he responded, and locked about her so he pulled back and angled his hips so that his thick cock slid in over her panties and between her thighs, forcing it in between. “I’m gonna show you your future home,” he husked, his voice rich, “Mrs. Zach Werner.”

“We haven’t even decided,” she said, but he felt her body grind against his softly. Perhaps she’d been teased by sexy dreams as well, or perhaps his cock had simply been prodding her for longer than they’d been aware.

Her disagreement annoyed him now, it was strange. He should’ve been used to it, but something had changed with their relationship. “Oh, it’s decided,” he squeezed her breast and toyed with her nipple. “You just don’t know it because you’ve yet to see it,” and he nipped her ear and tugged playfully. His dick grinding against her harder, more needfully in its early morning stiffness.

She moaned and he could swear she was going to protest but she let it go, let him believe his own words. “Zach, we shouldn’t,” she finally said as she felt her cunny throb and pulse with life. She was so warm against him, so heated, but she pulled away just a couple of inches, pulling his cock from between her thighs.

His fires were lit so high, and his cock bobbed before him, eager for more of her. To slip into that heat he felt beneath her panties.

Anger very nearly bubbled to the surface, but he bit it down. “Okay,” he said, rubbing a hand back over his hair as he stood up, “later then.” He stretched his limbs and went to the door. “Got a long walk ahead of us,” he said a bit distantly. “So let’s not waste time.”

She turned on the bed to face him, her expression confused and a little hurt. She didn’t understand the change in him, the suddenness of it, and she rubbed and her eyes groggily. “C’mon, don’t be like that,” she said as she swung her legs over the bed, looking up at him.

He was so achingly hard, his shaft thick beneath that tuft of blonde hair. He turned to her and forced a warm smile. “Let’s go,” he said, and reached out, taking her hand in his, leaning in and kissing her on the lips. “Everything’ll look better once I show you your new safe haven.”

“Zach, are you mad at me?” she asked as she fixed her bra, her hand slipping into his. “This is all just... a lot to take in, okay?”

He stopped and reached up, cupping her tan cheek and stroking it with his thumb. “I know sis,” he said with a warm tenderness. “You’ll get used to it though,” and he kissed her forehead. “You just need a bit of time. I get it,” and he was as understanding and warm as ever, though his patronly manner reminded her more of their father than him.

She hugged him, but she was almost cautious of not pressing her body to him too tightly, too obviously. “C’mon, apparently today’s the big day where we’re moving from one paradise to a better paradise.”

He chuckled, “Laugh while you can,” he retorted.

Zach had insisted they take some of their things with them, so they could spend a bit of time there at least. Though really, in his mind the decision was made and he was just preparing for the inevitable move.

Her arrival was much smoother than his, and as he led her into the grotto the beautiful view was more stunning than he remembered it. “Welcome home, sis,” he said confidently, the lagoon, the waterfall, the sheltered hollow, all visible from where she stood.

It was amazing, but still there was that hesitation in her expression. She held his hand as she looked it all over, then back to him. “Where would we sleep?”

Tugging her by her hand he led her over to the sheltered hollow. “Here,” he said with a smile, his gorgeous tanned form leading the way. “I’ll haul up the bed from the beach, and we’ll be set,” he declared, sticking his spear into the ground and dropping the sack of food they brought. “I’ll set up the tarp from the sails to serve as a cover for those really rainy days.”

She wanted to tell him to wait, to not get carried away, but as she walked down and around the area, she was having a hard time reasoning it away. It was secluded, and beautiful, and the sound of the waterfall was so relaxing. She could already feel her tension begin to melt away, and she gave a soft nod, “We can try it for a while and see how we like it,” she agreed.

With his hands on his hips he gave a big sigh then smiled at her. “You’re not an easy one to get along with, sis,” he admonished, but he looked pleasant as he said it. He stepped up to her, took hold of her hand again and tugged her in, giving her a kiss on the lips. “You’ll be real comfortable here. And with the clean water we’ll keep clean and healthy, so you’ll never need worry about a thing.” He smiled confidently, as if he’d put all worries to rest.

“It seems pretty great,” she admitted. “We’ll have to set up the old place with some rocks or something, a ‘help us’ sign or something like they do in the movies.” She hugged him, though she was obviously having a difficult time with his casual nudity still. “We’ll just bring out the essentials, huh?”

He squeezed her back, and it was hard to ignore the throb of his dick as he stood against her nude. “Leave it to me,” he urged, pulling back from her with a bright smile. “I’ll handle all that stuff. You’ve been worrying your beautiful, blonde head off about everything, sis. So how about you stay here and relax for the next while, huh? Leave everything to your hubby,” he insisted, pulling her hand up and kissing the back of her hand as his bright, emerald eyes locked with hers.

“Ew,” she said, but she didn’t mean it. Not really. She shifted, though, and it did make her uncomfortable. “Fine but... fuck, I don’t like you walkin’ around naked like that. I swear you’re going to hurt yourself somehow.”

He rolled his eyes in good humour and brushed back his increasingly long bangs. “Sis, you worry too much, yeesh. See what I mean?” he kissed her forehead. “You gotta relax. So from now on, you’re on break,” he insisted, giving a sweet smile with his shoulders out, looking confident and in charge. “That means no more worrying, no more having to head out. You just stay here in our little paradise, and let your man handle all the rough stuff.”

She rolled her eyes at him, “Sexist.” Still, she looked a bit relieved at being able to have some time alone around the new location, and she tugged away from him. “Don’t be long and get back here. I want to have a bath.”

That night after he brought more of their supplies back from the shore, Zach sat with his knees up and legs parted, using his knife to carve some more pointed spears. He was fairly confident in the one he’d crafted from the knife, but he wanted backups for when he finally went after the boar.

The moon was bright, and their eyes were long accustomed to the moonlit dark, so she could see his bright smile as he looked to her. “Great meal tonight, sis,” he complimented. “You’re damn good at this cooking for how little we have to work with here.”

“I only seem terrific ‘cause you’re pretty rubbish at it. I mean, don’t get me wrong, your fish is kickass, but if you tried puttin’ a little bit more into it, you’d be awesome too. I’ll teach you one day,” she offered as she sprawled out on the ground, looking up at the sky. “You think we’ll ever be rescued out here?”