[This story is much darker and more plot-driven than my other ones. This first chapter is mostly scene-setting; later chapters will have a lot more action (both sexual and violent). Warning: there is both incest and gory violence in this story, although not at the same time. All characters involved in sexual situations are aged 18 or over.]
The sky was darkening on the horizon as the last pale light of the sun faded. Grey clouds glowered over the great grassy sweep of the prairie, threatening rain. Lonely trees swayed in the wind amid the sea of green, leafless in the late autumn air. There was a persistent low rumble in the distance, and every now and then, an ominous flash of light. Tall black plumes of smoke rose over the fields as the distant guns roared.
In a hollow beside a low green hill, two naked figures lay together in a clearing of flattened grass. A narrow stream ran through the clearing, and the soft trickle of water could be heard even over the rumble of the guns. Spindly, skeletal trees dotted the hillside like grey watchmen. The wind sighed through the grass, making the tall green stalks sway in gently rippling waves. The cool air carried a faint smell of smoke.
Marie and Luther were curled up beside the stream. Their rumpled clothes were strewn on the ground around them, and their pale skin gleamed softly in the evening light, lightly flecked with shreds of grass. Their limbs were entwined as they shared a long, deep kiss. The flashes of the distant battle cast dim shadows over them.
Luther's hands caressed Marie's face and stroked through her long black hair as he kissed her. His tongue moved delicately in her mouth; he savoured her sweetness as her fingers brushed his shoulders and traced over the muscles of his back. He felt the firm warmth of her long, slender legs as they pressed against his own, and the smooth skin of her lean belly. When they broke the kiss, Marie's breath was heavy with exertion. They had just finished making love, and Luther's semen dripped warm and white from Marie's vulva.
"Again?" Luther asked gently. He gazed contentedly into Marie's pale blue eyes as he brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face.
Marie nodded silently, and kissed him again, her lips soft and sweet against his. She leaned back languorously on the soft carpet of crushed grass. Luther looked down at her nude body in wonder. She was tall and delicate, her limbs long and alabaster-pale. Her breasts were smallish, but delightfully round and pert, with neat pink nipples that were only a shade darker than her skin. Her face was gently beautiful; her cheekbones were high and elegant, accentuating her small sharp chin. Even now, as she looked up at Luther with a soft smile, there was a hint of sadness in her pretty eyes.
"Go easy, Luther," she said. Her voice was shy and, as always, a little uncertain.
"Of course, love," Luther replied as he knelt between her parted legs. He gazed at the pale hairless mound of her vulva, marvelling at its smoothness. Her soft pink labia gleamed wet with arousal. Another white droplet of Luther's come dripped from the delicate opening of her vagina.
Luther eased himself carefully on top of Marie, kissing her breasts and her long graceful neck. His penis, still glistening from fucking her just minutes before, was hardening once again. His foreskin slipped back over the thick wet head as his shaft grew long and stiff. His breath came quick and harsh with desire as he embraced her. The tip of his erection teased against the damp lips of her pussy, a wonderful provocative sensation. Marie sighed in pleasure, and she looked up at him with quiet anticipation.
Luther gave his younger sister a long passionate kiss as he slid into her. He felt her tremble and heard her gasp with joy. She was very tight, almost painfully so, the wet walls of her vagina throbbing around his cock. He moved inside her in long, slow strokes, grunting softly as the distant gunfire illuminated the clearing. Marie's small, strong hands clutched at his back, and her slender hips bucked underneath him. Luther loved the little sighs and whimpers of pleasure that she made as he fucked her.
Their passion intensified as the evening breeze whispered around them. Marie cried out, straining her body as her brother thrust deep inside her. He was kissing her and caressing her neck while she twisted under him in mounting ecstasy. The moist heat of her pussy was exquisite around his thrusting cock, so soft and yet so tight. He clutched one of her breasts, squeezing the firm flesh hard and making her hiss in surprise.
Marie's breath was quick and shallow as she approached climax. Luther could feel the telltale tremors run through his sister's legs, and saw her lovely eyes become drowsy and unfocused. She gave a long moan and clung onto Luther tighter than ever. He sped up his rhythm, feeling her wet pussy pulsating against his cock. "I love you," he whispered in her ear, holding her close so he could kiss her on the lips.
She came in a great shudder, her whole body convulsing in helpless pleasure as Luther kissed and stroked her. Too enraptured to speak, she moaned and whimpered as the orgasm surged through her. Luther felt the wet gush of her juices flow over his cock. It was too much for him, and as Marie lay back trembling on the grass, he ejaculated inside her with a long groan of ecstasy. He kept thrusting into her fast and hard while his cock spat semen in hot thick spurts.
Finally, his passion exhausted, Luther relaxed on top of Marie. His softening penis was still inside her. They stared into each other's eyes, breathless, listening to the thunder of their heartbeats and the faraway growl of gunfire. Luther's hands found Marie's breasts again, and he leant his head forward to kiss her on the lips. She kissed him back, still trembling, and reached out her hand to stroke his short, sweat-damp dark hair.
"You made me come, Luther," Marie whispered. She stroked one of her bare, elegant feet against Luther's leg as they lay twined together. The hot sweet reek of sex was rising between them.
"I know, sweetheart. I felt it."
"It was lovely." She gazed over Luther's shoulder at the gathering grey clouds. A string of dim orange flashes lit the horizon, and a moment later a series of low booms shook the clearing. "I want it again. I want us to stay here."
"You know we can't," Luther said. With great reluctance, he slipped out of Marie and reclined beside her on the grass. His cock hung long and flaccid against his thigh, dangling a glistening string of come.
"Why not?" Marie's beautiful eyes were sad again. "They don't know we're here."
"We've got a job to do, love. Business before pleasure." He tried to sound cheerful, but he felt a quiet gloom growing inside him. The two of them had crossed the prairie for hours looking for a hiding-place, while their allies fought a losing battle against the enemy in the distance. It had been wonderful finding this secluded clearing, and enjoying a few sweet moments together. He earnestly wished they could stay.
"Can't we at least get dressed?" Marie asked.
"It won't make much difference if we do." Luther could hear the gunfire growing louder. The battle was moving in their direction, as they'd been told it would. Half the sky was a smoky red from the fires, and the smell of burning was getting stronger. They lay there in silence for a while, listening to the enemy approach. Luther's warm seed still trickled from Marie's vagina, and their bare skin was still flushed and dappled with sweat, but the contentment was gone from their eyes. They both knew what was coming.
