" He answered. That look in her eyes was absolute adoration and bliss. At first glance it appeared that it was just Annie controlling and making him do her bidding. In truth, it was that, but so much more. While she owned him, he was bringing her in, smothering her in his love. Times like this were what made Annie a quivering mess with Ryan when she felt vulnerable. Along with her adoration was her gratitude for his love, that he was willing to give every last bit of himself to her, regardless of who was watching or what she asked of him. In being hers he made her his.
Following behind Annie allowed Ryan to stare at her ass. It sashayed back and forth, moreso when she was climbing a grade in the trail or securing her footing in the rough. It twitched, it turned, it quivered exquisitely as Annie walked. Ryan felt as if his cock would be fully hard the entire hike and he would be exhausted and uncomfortable. It was all worth it though. This is when he had the most of Annie's love.
The trail became more and more wild as they traveled. Ronny would periodically glance back at them, an apprehensive look on his face. They could see it all plainly but were afraid to admit they saw it, now. The jokes had made it easier the night before. Pushing Ryan like that had made him push back and deny, but there was no denying their wordless confession. Their fantasies of their friend fucking his twin sister had been funny when they were fantasies, but the reality was frightening. If Ryan enjoyed this, Annie reveled in it. The way Ryan loved Annie had little to do with them being twins, or at least nothing with the
idea
of them being twins. As Annie had said, they were together since they had just been single quickened cells inside mom. Circumstances forced them even closer. But it wasn't like that to Annie. Their love was an act of defiance and perversion to her. It allowed her to tell the whole world that there was no stopping the things she did. Mom, who had struggled with them, her mysterious dad who left them, Lily who stared at her in the dark (she was certain) all had no choice but to sit by as she and her brother committed filthy acts.
Annie would also look back at him, and seeing her face in absolute ecstasy was just as good as seeing her round, majestic ass. As they continued, birds chirped, insects buzzed. Annie squealed as a rabbit dashed across the path. She had completely forgotten to be mad. It was midday and the heat was building. Ryan realized that even with his dark skin and cap, he should have worn sunscreen.
Other than Ronny, the rest of the group seemed to be content ignoring them. Annie let out a piercing squeal, and Ryan's eyes darted around to see what kind of fuzzy creature she had spotted, but there was none. "Eww, Ry! Eww. There's a bug!" She scratched around the front of her bra. Her face was hysterical with discomfort and disgust, but when she turned to face him he saw that it was only a mask. And beneath that mask was the mistress with another task for her slave.
"Get it out!" She whimpered and jumped. "Come on!" She grabbed Ryan by the arm and dashed to the side of the trail.
By then the whole group was looking back at them. "Y'all ok?" Ronny shouted.
"Give us a minute," Ryan replied as Annie jerked him forward.
When they got far enough away, she turned her back completely to the group. Ryan was on the other side of her, her full front visible to him. "You have to get it, slave," she said, and to Ryan's shock she reached the bottom of her bra and slid it completely over her head. Ryan gaped. Her tits were bare before him, creamy and freckled and soft. Her pink nipples were fully erect, and the lines from her bra were still clearly visible on her skin. Her golden hair cascaded down her shoulders, obscuring her purple spot.
Annie held out her bra to Ryan. "Take it, slave. Don't just stare at your mistress, make yourself useful." She smirked, "Find the bug, dummy."
The bra was moist with Annie's sweat. "Go on, slave. Bring it up close to your face. Your nose."
Ryan brought the bra to his nose, and the faint, natural scent of Annie's body crept into his nostrils. He felt starstruck and weak in front of her. He truly was her slave, and she his mistress. He looked through the bra, and he found nothing but Annie's sweat. "The bug must be on me then, I hear there's ticks around here." She thrust her soft breasts forward, daring Ryan to please them.
Even with the natural sound around them, Ryan heard the sound of his beating heart in his ears. His hands cupped her two breasts. They were soft and damp and slightly cold. Annie's body shivered. Ryan brought his thumb and forefinger to her nipples. It was Annie's turn to have stars in her eyes as she awaited the gentle pressure that would bring pleasure shooting through her body. "Yes," she whispered.
Ryan gave both nipples a gentle pinch, and Annie gasped. "You're making mistress's pussy so wet right now, slave. You may have to take care of her soon." Ryan pinched harder, and then rolled her nipples between his fingers. Annie whispered and gasped. Her body completely blocked his friends from view.
His fingers teased, pinched, flicked, and pulled. Annie was a mess of whimpers, gasps, and expletives. Her shoulders rolled and her head tilted back. "Umm, God damn. Alright, slave. That's enough." She took her bra from him and pulled it back over her head. "Good slave. Give mistress a kiss." This time Annie did lance her tongue out into Ryan's mouth and he reciprocated. As their tongues intertwined, he caught a glance of the whole group behind Annie, staring at them.
Annie didn't have much to say to him during the rest of the hike, but her glances were enough to tell him that he was doing well, and that was all he needed. The babbling river was always at their side, and they came upon a small bridge that they crossed. Annie held Ryan's hand as they crossed. When they were across, she briefly stood, staring in his eyes. Then she dashed ahead. Ryan tried to keep up.
After a while Annie slowed her pace and gestured for Ryan to come close. "We're getting close to the end and you've been such a good little slave for mistress. Mistress has one more task left, and she knows you're going to love this one." She turned and climbed through the wooded hill at the side of the trail. Ryan eagerly followed.
It was a thicket of conifers, thorn bushes, and unseen, dashing animals in the undergrowth. Annie giggled, bounding ahead and Ryan struggled to keep up. The trail was completely obscured now. They came to a small clearing with a cluster of rocks. The sky was warm and open, and the scene reminded Ryan of some ancient pagan sacrificial rock. "Choose a good flat one, slave. You woke mistress's pussy and she needs to be appeased. She hooked her thumbs in the waist of her shorts and took them down in one fluid motion, showing her brilliant bush. Off in the distance Ryan heard Ronny calling for them.
As she walked toward him, he gaped at the swinging of her thighs, the golden triangle between her legs gently swaying back and forth. "Th-this one looks nice," Ryan stammered.
"Good enough to put your slave cock inside your mistress and fill her with your dirty cum?" Ryan nodded dumbly, "How dare you? Why would you think I would want your filthy slave cum inside me?" She swung her hand at him, and Ryan caught it in midair.
"Looks like you don't have any choice,
dueña.
Your pussy won't take no for an answer. I may be your slave, but you're hers." He tightened his grip in Annie's wrist and pulled her toward the rock. She gave him a trembling smile and started to sit down on the rock. "No," Ryan said, "I want to see that ass. I want to see the tattoo that reminds me that every part of you is mine." He spun her around and she bent over the rock.
"What a disobed-" but her breath caught mid-sentence as Ryan stroked up her lips through the wet crack of her ass.
"Shh. It's time to let me please you,
dueña.
You know to trust me." They were in the center of the clearing, staring back toward the way they had come.
For once, Annie was silent. But her hand pulling her ass cheek aside said all that it needed to. Ryan pulled down his shorts, relieved his desperate, aching cock would finally get what it needed. There was no way he could tease Annie this time as he loved to do. There her creamy ass stood before him, like the full moon. The tattoo on the small of her back proclaimed her his and he set his wrist just to the side of it, acknowledging his mutual belonging. She was pink and engorged like sliced watermelon, and her sweet aroma wafted up to Ryan's nose.
His cock slapped, then pushed, then penetrated. There was a deep sigh and Ryan didn't know whose it really was, but when he saw Annie's blushing face looking back at him he realized that it was both theirs. He pushed, thrusting his cock forward. It took a supreme effort not to just pound. But that's not how it was with them. What they had was more than that. He wasn't her fuckboy. He was her lover.
They entwined their arms, putting the crooks of each arm together, binding each other in a pressing, carnal knot. Ryan pulled her back against him, driving his member into her as deep and hard as he could. "Yes, Papi," was Annie's barely audible response.
Annie clenched around him, as hot and wet as he ever remembered her. He wasn't the only one who their little game had aroused. Ryan hoped that he might make this time last, but they were both so possessed by their wet fire that it seemed an impossibility not to go up in flames. So he started pumping, their mutual juices dripping out onto the warm rock underneath Annie's belly.
Her brilliant hair was plastered to her body slick with sweat from exertion and lust. Ryan sped up, and her cheeks shook and jiggled with the force of his thrusts. Like a thief picking a lock, he knew all the right places to touch. The ones that would tease, the ones that would make her squirm, and the ones that would push her over the edge. She turned her head, catching his image in a single blue eye. Her body erupted with whimpers and moans.
"Yes, Papi. Fuck your special girl."
"You're going to take it all, Sunshine. Your game got me so hard that I'm going to fuck you raw."
Just then there was a disturbance ahead of them in the undergrowth. Carried by uncertain feet over the rock ground, Olivia was too busy steadying herself to notice them. Annie and Ryan saw her just a second before she looked up and met their eyes. There it was again, that same thing they had seen in Ronny's eyes when he came out. First uncomprehending, then unbelieving, then unmoving with disgust and embarrassment.
Ryan tried to say something to her, and maybe he would have been able to stop if Annie had not pushed him so hard, but his body was not his own. His hips thrusted without comprehension, his fingers wrapped around her damp hair without heed of his thoughts. Annie, of course, grinned at Olivia's shock and she raised the middle finger on one hand, her salute both a description of their act and an insulting command.
Olivia didn't seem to notice. In fact, she seemed to have been turned to stone. There was silence except for the wind, the savage grunts of Annie and Ryan, and the wet smacks of their coupling. Olivia's body turned, but her head refused to. She tried to keep her eyes on the act of supreme perversion in front of her at the same time as she tried to walk away. She wasn't able to do either for long. Her foot slipped on the uneven ground and she tumbled over with a cry, disappearing into the thicket down the hill.
