NB: The story now continues from Rob's point of view
I don't think I had ever met a girl quite like Usma. She was quite the beast. I was still miffed that she wouldn't let me touch her though. We both knew each others dirty taboo secret now. She wanted to fuck her brother, Anil, and I wanted to fuck my sister, Lisa, even though I had kind of forgotten what she looked like, I just imagined it was like a younger looking version of mum. This kind of fantasy always appealed to me but I used a different plot device to explore it. Basically, this was the 'Marty Mcfly' concept, where I would go back in time to encounter my mother when she was a teenager, and then just let her take me home and seduce me. A kinky thought!
Still, I was fairly contented with the way she was now 45 years young and looking every inch of it. I wasn't sure she had similar fantasy's whereby she would be traveling to the future to meet an older version of me but it would have been nice to know if she did. Then I would convince her forget time machines and be an incest cougar. We could keep it in the family. all the sex might help get rid of all the tension and stress in our lives, but the only cog in need of placement would be in Ashley's pocket and she wouldn't slot it in until she agreed with my perverted ideas.
All of last nights antics had taken us away from our primary objective but I suppose mum was the only one with her head screwed on straight.
When I woke up, Usma was sound asleep. These girls probably were late waker's. I lifted up the bed sheet to expose her Indian derrière. It looked like it had never been touched. There were no stretch marks on the sides, no scars or rashes, though I noticed one mole on the small of her back. I pressed it like it was some kind of button, but it did not seem to activate her, which was fortunate. I brushed my hand up against her butt and it was nice and smooth.
"Now tell me I can't touch you Indian bitch." I whispered.
I planted a hand on one cheek and watched it jiggle. I poked it and gave it little soft squeezes. I grabbed a handful of bum and wanted to just pull it out like it was moist dough. I slithered down so my face met her ass and kissed her soft bum a few times. Considered masturbating over her ass so I could shoot out some jets of cum and I got myself going for a while just beating off with my dick hovering millimeters away from her crack but then somehow found the will to stop. For some reason, I could not get my dick to operate beyond a semi erect status. I guess I was hungry, and that was the only thing that was sometimes more important than sex. I kept thinking about crispy bacon strips and chicken bucket meals. Maybe Usma had cast a spell on me before we slept, or while I slept. I tried slapping her face with my dick but she was comatose. A lot of her hair was scattered about – just odd strands, but that wasn't uncommon with women. I got up, put on my robe and exited the lodgings.
There had to be a way to get in to the unauthorized areas.
I always found I worked better alone. So far mum had only slowed us down, and now was an opportunity to make some real progress. When I entered Agron I was not approached or stopped by anyone. It was a lot more busier today, maybe it was a Saturday, I don't know. I ate at the canteen first and then I took the right sided corridor into the great disk hall and tried to look like a regular brown robe.
No one was looking at me as far as I could tell so I nervously slipped into the shadows and made my way to one of the left wall alleyways. I met some dead ends and then tracked back and tried others. The first few no entry signs I did not have the courage to enter until I found a third, which was further in and no one was around. I could see the alleyway led to stairs going down.
"Well well well." a voice spoke.
Alarm bells were buzzing in my head. My senses had failed to notify me of the presence behind me. It was a female voice of which sounded very much familiar, but that did not stop me from freezing in place. I turned around rather stiffly to meet the figure and drew a sigh of relief; It was the shower nymph.
"L-Lani?" I stuttered.
"Wow, you remember the name!" She said rather impressed.
We stood there contemplating our curiosities towards one another and just watching each others actions in what I deemed as an awkward situation. Not for her. No, one side of her mouth curled up into a smile that gave her a radiant glow. She came up to me and slithered her arms all the way round until those cute little hands were pressed face up against my shoulder blades. I was surprised she could reach, but I noticed she was on her toes. I had to admit, there was so much affection coming from her it was impossible not to feel butterflies.
"So, erm. I wanted to ask ..."
"Yes?" I replied.
"Are you by any chance single?" She asked somewhat nervously.
I considered Usma was probably someone I was involved with now, so it was only fair that I explain that to the ginger haired Lani. But then I do recall that technically, I had my first sexual encounter with Lani, before I met Usma. The only difference was, I hadn't really had sex with Lani yet.
"Er, No. I'm unattached." I said opting to lie.
"Neat." She said beaming at me, the joy in her face readily evident.
We automatically leaned in together and shared a quick peck on the lips as if it was something you were supposed to do after a hug. I wasn't sure what to do now with her around, whether to get rid of her or bring her with me because I wanted to find Lisa and could not afford to take too many risks. Maybe she was long dead but I had to know either way and I wasn't going to leave here until I was satisfied.
I took Lani hands and stroked them while contemplating how to break it to her. She saw that I was thinking about something important and waited patiently for me to reveal what it was. Her eyes were certainly more honest than Usma's that was for sure.
"I want to tell you something, but ... I don't know how."
"What if I told you, I'm a very good listener?" She said.
I couldn't explain it but there were so many good vibes coming my way I just had to let them open the lid on my deepest thoughts.
"Okay ..." I started with a deep breath. "About 7 years ago ... my sister was abducted." I said leaning up against a wall. "One minute she was in the house and the next ... she just disappeared. There were no screams or signs of a struggle."
"Where were you at the time?" She asked with a pinched brow.
"That's the strangest thing ... Me and my mum were in the house and we didn't hear a thing." I explained lost in thought.
She squeezed my hand and pressed her body up against mine. I paused to open my legs so she could get in closer. I had an erection and she could feel my wood but instead of moving away, she was just grinding against me; rubbing her front into my cock as if to massage it.
I slipped my hands down the small of her back where they rested before continuing my story.
"Anyway, we went through a who's who of investigators and it turned out they were as lost as the police department. After 5 years they wanted the case closed and my sister declared as missing – considered deceased. There was legal action and the courts were on our side. Two years later, we were contacted out of the blue by a source unrelated to any department."
"One person?"
"That's right." I said, my heart beginning to race. I looked over Lani''s shoulder and saw no one but there were a lot of shadows, and the eyes played tricks with me at times when it would have been nice to have night vision. If one of those red robes found us, Lani could find herself being taken away to one of those evaluations. I couldn't tell if she had shaved her pussy since yesterday, not through the fabric of the robe, but I got the impression that she would not stop me had I the inclination to reach inside the slit and touch her cunt.
"He wanted to talk to us but not in person. He passed on a letter that was hand delivered by the local priest."
"He knew the priest?"
