"You'll be fine in here," Baz chuckled, his face a bit sweaty and red as he stumbled through the fur-covered doorway.
Lynn's bleary eyes settled on the bed in the darkness as she followed him. She could feel the goofy grin on her face parting the overwhelming heat of the alcohol-induced blush she couldn't hide. She lost her balance a bit coming into the space, and stumbled, leaning on the bed. Baz lost it – laughing out loud at her and finding it hard to keep standing himself.
"Hoo! You are completely snnnnnn-aggled!" He pointed at her and laughed.
She frowned – but then playfully grinned at him from her prime position. Then her eyes lolled a bit up in her head. "MMMrrrrrrghh..." she started. "I'm tired... how much did I drink?"
"Not as much as me." He laughed, and came to her, kissing her softly on the forehead and smoothing back her hair a bit. "Just rest here. There's only a few people left... things are winding down." He smiled, and ran a hand down her back soothingly.
Lynn moaned – knowing it was going to *really* hurt her head in the morning having drunk so much.
Baz gripped her bum. "Hmmm... well.. if you're asleep when I get back, I might just have to.. wake you up in a nice way." He grunted with a laugh. Then he got up and staggered back to the door, lifting the fur covering and moving through.
Then Lynn was alone – breathing hot breath into the bedcovers and feeling the room swirl around her. Her heart pounded. Her face burned. The desire to laugh - to sleep - to do everything at once. She smiled – remembering a silly joke someone had told her earlier at the party.
Slowly she began to drift off in her dizzyness – thinking of Baz and hoping that she was at least a little bit awake when he came back. Thinking about him picking her up and taking her home. She giggled. Hoping he got the right hut – this time.
"Ssssh. In here."
Lynn barely heard it. It was a whisper. A boy's voice. She lay silent – listening. Then there was movement behind her. And the giggle of a girl's voice. A flash of light as the fur covering the door was moved again. Then darkness, and breathing.
"Mom's going to *know*!" a girl's voice whispered anxiously.
"No she's not!" the boy's voice happily came back, still in a whisper. "Dad just took her outside, and his hand was up her dress..."
They both started giggling madly.
Lynn's eyes opened wide. Then shut quickly. Her face – already hot to the touch from the alcohol, suddenly went a shade redder and she swallowed and tried not to move further. She keenly listened.
Suddenly, through the further-off sound of the remaining guests at the party talking loudly and bonking tankards of ale together and shouting, Lynn thought she heard something wet. A... kissing sound? A lot of them – noisy ones.
She wanted to giggle for a moment – but she bit her tongue. The brother and sister were necking! Lynn felt her stomach butterfly, and her abdomen get warm. As well, her nipples hardened a bit, trying to imagine from each subtle slurping sound what was happening with their mouths. The tongues, moving and running over the lips. She stayed completely still, and breathed very, very quietly.
Suddenly, there was a bump at her foot. The two siblings had moved back towards the bed. The girl made a short squeaking sound, and the kissing sounds stopped.
"There's somebody here!" she whispered anxiously in a hurry. "We have to stop!"
A couple of quick steps, and a fumbling, and a candle was lit – bringing a dim light to the room. Lynn could feel it, and sense it through her shut eyes. Her ears were pricked up to maximum sensitivity, and what the alcohol seemed to have done to her system in deadening it – making it slow – seemed to have the opposite effect on her ears. She was hearing everything. Aware – totally aware.
"She's asleep." He whispered back to his sister. "C'mon Dana." Lynn could almost *hear* the smile in his voice – the impetuous streak of danger that wanted to be risked. "She's drunk. She's not gonna want to wake up."
"No!" Dana protested. "She's... that Ghost. Baz's... wife." The anxiety in her voice was paramount. "We can't Mach!"
There was movement, and it sounded like Dana's brother was moving around closer to his sister.
"Look, it'll just... we'll... we'll just.. ssshh.. be quiet, ok? Real quiet. She won't know at all. She's... she's a ghost. Like you said. Who's gonna believe her, even if we're caught? I want to.. don't you?"
There was silence for a moment. Lynn gulped again.
Then there was a kiss – she heard it. For sure. She risked a peek – with a glimpse of her eyes.
He was indeed kissing her. She had her arms crossed and they were face to face. She had long blonde hair, and was shorter than him, but with large round breasts and a thin waist – a beautiful girl. Her nipples stuck out visibly through the tight stretchy fabric of her tunic. He was stocky and looked strong – his own muscles clenching and releasing as he started to possess his sister. Lynn couldn't remember if she'd seen them at the party. Dana was completely into the kissing, and Lynn could see she was being worn down by it.
"Mach.. we... we can't..." she said with her eyes closed but her mouth belying what she wanted.
Mach pushed her back, more towards the side of the bed where Lynn was, undoing the small buttons on her shirt already, and still kissing her intently. Lynn breathed in a bit more rushed tone, and she was sure her face was glowing now – even if her eyes were forced shut from time to time.
Luckily, one of Lynn's hands was underneath her. She struggled to use it in deft, small movements. To get her dress up underneath, where they couldn't see it move. To get...access. She tried desperately to keep her peeks at a minimum, but with her alcohol-induced state, she kept watching. Much more often than was safe.
Dana's breasts sprang free – round perfect orbs capped with pert pink nipples, themselves erect in excitement. The moment they became free her brother dropped his head to them, suckling and running his tongue around. Dana's head went back, scarcely two feet from Lynn's face. The sister's mouth was wide open and she breathed in huge rasps, finding it hard to control the volume of the noise she was making. Lynn couldn't stop watching her brother's tongue moving – the tip tillitating the flesh of the nipple. Running around the areola sinfully and sweetly, leading a trail of saliva before he would dip his soft lips around the breast as far as they would fit, and make suction. Pulling on the tit gently until is made a sound, popping out of his mouth. Her nipples aching to be touched again by his warm wet tongue.
Lynn's hand had her crotch finally, and she pressed a single finger to her pearl at the top of her snatch. Gritting her teeth as she found it, and closing her eyes, trying to control her breathing, lest she warn them that she was watching.
"Oh Mach!" Dana said happily. "I... I hate... having to stop." She pulled his head up to her lips and kissed him. His large hands went over her breasts and he moulded them, feeling them and pushing them together. Then the tips of his fingers felt the wet nipples. His thumb and forefinger pinched gently and worked the sensitive flesh, while his hand cupped her and felt the weight of her bosom. He kissed her again and again. Lynn rubbed her clitoris and became wetter and wetter, watching them.
"Why.." he kissed her. "Why can't we?" Mach asked breathlessly as he consumed her mouth. "I want you... Dana. I want to have you..."
She kissed him back, and Lynn watched – this time with an open eye as they looked at each other. Dana really wanted him – Lynn could tell. Her face was heated – and not by alcohol. Lynn wanted to tell them. About Baz and Reyna. About her too. About everything. That it was ok – that they weren't the only ones.
"Don't you want me?" Mach said. He looked down slowly. Dana looked down. Lynn looked where they were looking. In the midst of their kissing frenzy, Mach had taken out his penis. It was enormous.
Dana's breath caught, and a hand went to her mouth as her eyes glazed over.
Lynn's breath caught, and her eyes went wide.
Dana and Mach both turned at the sound, looking in surprise at Lynn. They realized in shock that she was awake and staring at them.
"Uh-huh." Baz smiled, from just inside the doorway.
Lynn squinted her eyes shut and her mind swam.
Mach shoved his cock into his pants, and Dana threw her shirt closed. Mach immediately started coughing nervously, again and again and again. Dana's face went ten more shades of red. And Lynn just turned her face so that it was looking directly down into the bed. She moaned and felt the heat and dizzyness from the alcohol again – feeling sick all the sudden.
"Everybody else is gone now." Baz continued, with a bit of a chuckle. He stepped inside.
"Uh.. we... we weren't doing anything! We're.. she.. just had.. something on her!" Mach protested loudly and quickly.
Dana just turned and stared at the wall, unable to speak.
Baz walked closer to them all, and sat on the bed next to Lynn, a huge grin on his face. He stared at Mach for a moment.
"Yeah, she sure did." Baz laughed in a low chuckle. "Your hands."
The son of the leader reached down and adjusted his own swelling package in his pants, looking at Mach. "Take out your cock."
"What??" Mach looked at Baz in amazement.
"You heard me. You want your parents to hear about this when they get back from fucking their brains out at the lake?" He leaned back and stroked Lynn's head, turning to her a bit. Then he whispered. "C'mon you wanted to see, you faker. You can see."
Lynn gulped, then turned her head just a tiny bit, so she could, in fact, see. Through strands of her own hair that covered her face.
Mach swallowed, and looked over at his sister. Dana was still staring and turned to the wall, with her arms across her breasts.
"Look, two ways. Easy way or hard way." Baz continued. His voice got an edge of angry to it. Of command. Of his father, Gren. "Your cock. Now. Show it to my wife."
Mach gulped, then re-opened his unclasped pants. He fished out his member, having to use his whole hand around the thick half-erect shaft, and then laid it plain to see. Sticking out pointing at Lynn. Next to him, facing the wall, Dana huffed and sighed.
Baz looked at Mach's sister. "Dana, turn around and look."
Dana didn't move.
"Now, Dana. Or your mom hears all about this," he grunted, completely serious.
She turned around and gazed at Baz.
