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Death
"What are you two doing up there?" Our mum yelled up the stairs.
"Nothing mum," Now of course that wasn't strictly true, my brother Leo had his hand inside my panties. It is odd that mum was quite happy to let me shag our dad, and for her to shag my brother, but for us to shag each other was strictly taboo. I never understood that.
When I say inside my panties, what I really mean is that his fingers were inside me, inside my panties. He pulled his fingers back, leaving a feeling of emptiness as he left my vagina. I tidied my panties and brushed my skirt down, we had just got into innocent looking positions when mum opened my door and walked in.
"Oh Mica, open your windows, it smells musty in here," she said, wrinkling her nose. As she left Leo licked and sucked his fingers and winked.
"We are just going to have to get out of here bro," I said quietly after mum left. I was fed up of the almost interruptions when I wanted some time with my bro.
I grabbed my phone and headed out the front door, Leo followed, I don't think either of us told mum what we were doing or where we were going. She only seemed concerned about us shagging each other. Bizarre.
Leo and I headed off to the local woods, about a fifteen minute walk away, right on the edge of town. There was a carpark at the entrance and several paths headed off in different directions. We knew our preferred route; it was the path that started alongside a farmers field. The field had a heard of alpacas, they were inquisitive and often came to nose at walkers, and I think that is why that path was little used. We set off and after a while we headed off the path. After about ten minutes we had found our way through undergrowth and were by now well off the beaten path, in the centre of the woods, somewhere there appeared to be no signs that anyone ever visited, apart from us and we never took anyone else there. It was ours. We had gone to our secret place. There was a large tree, its branches spreading its canopy to leave a dappled clearing of just grass beneath it. We liked to come here, and lie in each other's arms, drink a soda, each a sandwich, make love and just generally ignore the world.
We would even come here on rainy summers days, naked, the rain would spit and splut on our backs, warm, not cool, a secret sensation that no one knew we shared. Today was not a rainy day and we kissed as we sat under the shade of the tree, hands gently roaming and exploring each other, his hand up my skirt, teasing at the hem of my panties, mine up his shirt, playing with his man nipples before undoing the belt at his waist. No mum to yell at us here.
His finger found its way inside my panties, sliding along that little area of sensitive skin between my thigh and my labia, my breath catching as he occasionally strayed too far from my thigh and touched my sex, oh so delicious a naughtiness. I pulled his belt apart and undid the clip in his waist, then the button, and then I slowly lowered his zipper. His bulging arousal pressing up as if to reach for the sky.
Another finger found its way into my panties, to my other thigh, and worked beneath my hem, joining its sibling running along my inner thigh, close, perilously close to my sex. I raised my bottom up off the ground, My brother eased my panties down off my hips and as far as just below my knees. His own hips raised, I pulled his trousers and pants down, exposing his hard penis to daylight.
He flicked my skirt up so that I too was exposed, my sex glistening with my arousal, my desire high, my needs higher. We took the rest of our clothes off, here we could be naked. I leant forward and took his penis into my mouth, pushing back his foreskin with my pursed lips, running my tongue over his now revealed sensitive head, sucking at the tiny hole at the end of his skin fold.
He was not being idle, a finger circled my entrance, gently probing my opening. We loved the naughtiness, the taboo of sibling sex, but more than that, we loved each other. Coming here, to an isolated glade in remote woods, gave us the isolation to be together, to be with each other, to not be judged.
He pushed a little deeper inside me, his finger rocking back and forth, widening my opening, readying me for his love making. A second finger joined the first, uncurling as it entered me, widening me even more, my vagina slick and slippery with my secretions, ready for him.
He moved from me, my mouth releasing him, leant over me, his penis pressing at my entrance.
"Yes brother," I whispered, and he plunged forward, his penis entered and without hesitation, was at my depth, filling me, stretching me.
"oh Leo," I gasped as he began to move, his penis leaving me, hovering at my entrance, and then plunging straight back, his movement too fast for me to feel the slow movement of his foreskin within me, it was just a blur of sensations.
His pubis slapped against my mons, the sound lost in the rustle of the leaves on the branches, a crow screeching in the tree above, unamused at our invasion of his space, I cared not, my pressures grew, they increased in my clitoris, increased in my nipples, my fingers clawed at the ground, my toes dug in for purchase as Leo shagged me in our special place.
My pressures built, the electrics began creeping from my clitoris to my nipples, to my toes and to my finger tips. I new I was grunting as he thrust in, gasping with loss as he pulled back, and as I felt his first spurts my orgasm erupted. I screamed, such a loud expression of our love, and my body stiffened, my vagina clamped around his penis, squeezing every last drop from him.
He had shouted too when he climaxed and we lay naked, our love making had been gentle, pleasing, a moment of intense pleasure, then the warmth of the sun making its way through the gaps left us sated, not wanting for anything, just each other.
A figure walked in front of us, how had we not heard him approach? He was wearing a cowled cloak and carrying one of those old-fashioned scythes.
"Go away mister," I said, covering my breasts and groin with my hand.
"WHAT?" The figure said, turning to me, his hood dark, obscuring his face. "YOU CAN SEE ME?"
"Yes, of course I can see you, you are right in front of me, why shouldn't I see you?"
"YOU ARE MORTAL, YOU SHOULD NOT SEE ME."
"Well, of course I am mortal," I was getting a little annoyed, "and stop using that stupid tone of voice. Just go away and let us get dressed."
"WHAT, sorry, what tone of voice, and you should still not see me, only him."
"Oh no I am not having that. Why should he see you and not me?"
"Because I am here for him, not for you."
"What do you mean you are here for him? Silly thing to say."
"It is his time, I am here to take him."
It dawned on me. Oh. Was this death? Death himself, come to collect and transport someone, my someone?
"Oh no you don't, he, my brother, is not going anywhere I am telling you that. It is not his time at all."
"You do not have a say in this matter."
"Well, obviously I do as I can see you and obviously I do as I can discuss it with you."
"There is no discussion, I am taking him."
"No you are not. Right. I want Lucy and Peter here now, this is ridiculous. Summon them."
"Lucy?"
"Yes, Morningstar, stupid name that he has. The Morning Star is Venus, representing the Goddess of Love, not the master of hell, and Peter, get him down here too."
"I.."
"Do it."
