Let's Play a Game

"Take your time. No one's in a hurry. This isn't race or even a competition." Zan said as she rested her chin on his arm a moment. "If it is going to really bother you Will, I'll do you. You know what it's like with me already. And it won't be a cop out either." Placing a kiss on his cheek as she nuzzled against his neck; giving him time to make his decision.

"I? I want to know. I'm nervous, but I want to know...." he replied haltingly.

Zan nodded once then continued to nuzzle his neck, working her way up to nibble on his ear. "Close your eyes and try to relax." She whispered. She took his arm and lifted it up so that she could straddle his side, still nibbling his ear. Jon and Emily moved away a moment to give Will the time he needed to relax. When they moved closer again he was on his back, Zan straddling his chest, much the same as Emily had done with Jon. They watched as his hands traveled up her sides and back down her back, fingers tracing the furrowed scars there. They could also see her shiver at the touch.

Jon took Emily's hands in his own, and guided her to Will. Still keeping his hands on her, he directed them towards his upright member.. They began to stroke Will with their hands, then Emily moved her face down, and began to lick him. Jon soon followed, and their tongues danced and flirted over Will, causing him to grow and stiffen even more.

As the sensations played over his groin he buried his face in the crook of her neck and groaned. His toes curling as he stretched under their attention. His fingers raking along her back causing her to gasp. Like Emily, her scars were still sensitive enough to cause problems now and then. Arching her back, placing her hands on either side of his head to brace herself.

Emily took the tip into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue before starting a slow rhythm up and down him. She could hear, and feel him groaning from her efforts. His body began to writhe under them. Jon moved around to lick the sensitive flesh surrounding Will's desire, breathing in the scent of him, and opening his mind to Will's feelings via Emily.

The hot wet warmth on his arousal. The firm flesh under his hands as he kneaded her buttocks. Even soft yielding flesh as he took Zan's breast between his lips, his tongue teasing it to a hard peak, before tugging at it with his teeth. Her soft giggle as his beard tickled her sensitive flesh. These were the thoughts and sensations running through his mind at the moment, not who was doing what.

Jon could feel that soon Will would not be able to hold himself in. He stayed Emily's movements, and slowly drew her off Will. Jon held Emily tight to his chest with one arm, the other fondling and tweaking her breasts until she was moaning. Then, carefully, he straddled Will, Emily in front of him, and raised her up above Will's erection. Slowly, oh so slowly, he lowered Emily down onto Will. She gasped as she felt herself entered, her walls stretching to accept him. Her head tossed from side to side, Jon's arms holding her upright.

Zan could feel it through the bond as Emily mounted Will. She couldn't help but smile a little knowiow iow it felt. Jon may be well proportioned, but Will was at least an inch longer then he was. She could feel as Will arched his back some, rocking his hips upwards. Her body quivering from the mere memories of the numerous times he's entered her, causing her to become inflamed again with her own desire. She let it feed back into Emily, opening those memories of the nights spent in pleasure with him. She ran a hand though his hair then tugged to get him to switch to her other breast. She gasped softly as he did, his teeth tugging at her nipple as he did so.

Jon nibbled the back of Emily's neck as she rocked in time to the body within her. His hands danced along her back, her stomach, her bre. He. He sent through the link his enjoyment of Emily, her strength and her tightness, as his body reawakened to pleasure from the memories, and the combined desires feeding through him.

Zan felt it first, the subtle stiffening of the body under her. His mouth stilled on her breast as the hands stopped on her hips and tightened their grip to cause her to wince. She had to act fast to keep things from exploding out of hand faster then and and Jon could deal with. Shifting; she took his hands off her hips and clasped them tightly above his head while he was frozen in shock. She threw her weight forward to pin his upper chest to the bed.

Emily's mind reacted as Will froze, and the reality of what she was doing came crashing down on her. She screamed, and attempted to pull off Will, but Jon's arms around her prevented it. Tears began to stream down her face, great gulping sobs wracking her body. She could feel Jon's arms holding her, stroking her hair, murmuring words that she did not hear, she tried to tell him her wrong, but her silenced her with a kiss, sliding one hand down to her heat, rekindling the fire that threatened to die out. She tossed her head, resisting his touch even as her body responded to him.

Will himself was in a near panic after Emily's scream. Zan was using the fact he didn't wish to hurt her to her advantage as she pressed against him, her mouth next to his ear. "Don't move Will. I said Don't move. You move suddenly and you could hurt her if you suddenly moved wrong. Do you want to hurt her, or any of us for that matter?"

He shook his head, eyes tightly closed. He didn't trust his voice as he trembled beneath the trio. A strong sense of guilt for what he was doing with his sister foremost in his mind right along with the fact that it was and is enjoyable, and that she has a magnificent body on top of it all.

"Then relax. And damn it?. Breathe" She said softly kissing away the tears that formed before they could slip down his face. "There's no shame in loving her Will. Not even this way." She slowly let go of him then moved off and coaxed him to sit up some so that she could slip behind him to kneel. "Open your eyes lover. And look at her. Look at the way her body moves. The way her breast forms perfectly, the rosy peaks of her nipples. Of how her downy curls form a perfect triangle?." She was speaking softly into his ear as she guided his resisting hands to feel the body that she was describing.

The eyes that met his were dilated with shock. Her mouth was half open as she took in gulps of air, and her hair floated around her as if it had a life of it's own. He reached up a hand slowly to brush the traces of tears from her face. He looked at her in wonder, this woman who was the most important of his life, the girl that protected him through the years as he protected her, the teenager that helped him get through his first time in a way that the girl had enjoyed it too. And, wonder of wonders, Zan and Jon found nothing wrong with what he was doing.

Emily had calmed now, so Jon slowly released her into her brother's arms. Emily sagged, Will catching her quickly in his hands. Jon stayed behind Emily as Zan stayed behind Will, silently encouraging them to continue.

Emily took a deep shuddering breath, and closed her eyes. How can something that was so right a moment ago be so wrong. It's not she heard in her mind. It is love.

Over and over she heard this, it was a mantra in her head.

Slowly, she rocked back on her legs, taking her weight upon herself once more. She extended a shaking hand, placing it on her brother's chest as she opened her eyes and looked into his with wonder, and a little fear.

Will covered his sisters hand with his own, looking back at her. Reflected back was the same wonder and the touch of fear, but there was love there too. His love of her. Reaching up with his other hand he cupped her chin, his thumb brushing away the dampness on her cheek.