Mie & Aren

Disclaimer:

All characters are 18 years of age or older while actively engaging in sexual activity. This story is a prequel/sequel (sprequel?) to my other work, Alex & Alexa. As always, many thanks and gratuitous panty shots from Freja and Jeanie to my long-suffering editor and beta-reader for their assistance in polishing up and improving this work. Reviews are welcome; flames will be snickered at and deleted with extreme prejudice. Enjoy!

Please Note:

There are incest themes with a secondary couple in this story. Just a forewarning.

***

1986 ...

The small music room was quiet, everyone readying their instruments while Mike prepared himself, sitting at the piano and cracking his knuckles. He then began to play, his fingers dancing gracefully across the keys. Seconds later he was joined by Aaron on the acoustic guitar, followed by Kasey playing drums and Rob on his bass. The harmony sounded good today as Mike began singing.

"

There's a road I'd like to tell you about, lives in my hometown

Lake Shore Drive the road is called, and it'll take you up or down

From rags on up to riches fifteen minutes you can fly

Pretty blue lights along the way, help you right on by

And the blue lights shining with a heavenly grace, help you right on by.

And there ain't no road just like it

Anywhere I found

Running south on Lake Shore Drive heading into town

Just slippin' on by on LSD, Friday night trouble-bound!

"

Mike was pleased; everyone was keeping up nicely. He continued playing smoothly, pacing everyone along with Rob on the bass. The song continued, and every sounded great.

And it's Friday night and you're looking clean

Too early to start the rounds

A ten minute ride from the Gold Coast back make sure you're pleasure bound

And it's four o'clock in the morning and all of the people have gone away

Just you and your mind and Lake Shore Drive, tomorrow is another day

And the sunshine's fine in the morning time, tomorrow is another day

And there ain't no road just like it

Anywhere I found

Running south on Lake Shore drive heading into town

Just slicking on by on LSD, Friday night trouble-bound.

"

Mike's piano flourish was everyone's favourite part of the song, and the other three laughed as he made Liberace faces while his fingers flew over the ivories.

What a pity they were missing one essential instrument.

Mike had finished another keyboard flourish, when they all heard an unexpected sound from the doorway - the sprightly strains of a fiddle. They all glanced over and saw Karen Gordon walking into the room, her instrument pressed to her cheek, fiddling away. They gaped as she joined them, standing between the piano and bass to keep time.

She looked at Mike, smiled and winked.

The song ended with the guitar and fiddle fading away, and everyone was silent for some time, staring at the unexpected arrival. Then they all burst into laughter and applause, while Karen blushed and did a little curtsy. Mike rose from the piano and looked down at her.

"First my Calabi-Yau math and now our missing fiddle. When are you

not

pulling my butt out of a fire, Gordon?"

Karen was still flush with some form of personal excitement as she replied: "If my father caught me or even

heard

about me fiddling, I'd be lucky if all he did was disown me."

"Your name's Gordon; isn't fiddling kind of a Scottish thing?" Rob asked.

"Perhaps, but my father's name is Blackwell, and the Blackwells do

not

fiddle," she replied, enjoying her little tingle of rebellion. "Fiddling, so I am told, is for peasants."

She'd been walking down the hall on her way from a violin lesson, when she heard the familiar strains of the classic rock song. Intrigued, she followed the music into the basement, where the free practice rooms were, and came across this little troupe - sounding great but sorely missing a fiddle from the mix.

Not surprisingly, DeBourne was in charge. She should have known. The men playing, aside from the giant lug on the piano, were all majoring in music, each accomplished in his own right. Their playing had been spot-on, but for the lack of a fiddle.

"But one does wonder, DeBourne," she mused, looking up at him now. "Why a song about Chicago? Are there none about our lovely hometown to play?"

"What song do you want us to sing? 'Spadina Bus' by the Shuffle Demons?" he replied, making everyone chuckle. "Besides, Aaron's from Chicago and he plans to get accredited so he can attend Juilliard. It's one of his favourite songs from home."

"Oh, now that's sweet of you," Karen said, putting her instrument back in its case and closing it. "But I have numbers to crunch, so I must away. It was splendid playing with you, gentlemen. Ta!"

And then she was gone. Kasey let out a low whistle as he watched her wiggle out of the room and disappear.

"Damn, the only thing tighter than her playing is that ass," he sighed. "Wonder who's playing bongos on that?"

Mike frowned but resisted the urge to gibb the brown-haired kid. He just sighed and prepared to lock up. "Well, now that we have proof positive that we can't play it without the fifth instrument, let's call it a day, shall we?"

***

Chapter VIII - Don't Piss Her Off

They'd gone to the campus via public transport instead of using a car, and Alexa had to admit, she always enjoyed the experience. True, there were many subway systems in Europe that she'd ridden on regularly, but something about riding the system 'at home,' as she now called it, was special to her. It was a sign of how quickly she had adapted to her new life, thinking of Toronto as home. It was where she had come from, and it was where she belonged.

They got off the bus several stops from the house, deciding to walk. It was a clear and pleasant day, perfect for a leisurely stroll. Well ahead in all their courses, they'd left their backpacks, books and study material in Karen's office for the weekend. They ambled down the street, enjoying one another's company and talking about whatever came to mind. They may have wanted to hold hands, but they were close enough to home that they

might

be recognized by anyone driving past, so they tacitly avoided it.

Alexa looked up at the trees and sighed, smiling. Alex couldn't help but stare, because she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Everything about his aunt was utterly perfect - her sapphire eyes, dancing with joy and deep emotions; her "megawatt smile," as he called it, that simply lit up a room when she entered; her long, thick golden-blonde hair, cascading down to the small of her back when she let it hang loose; her statuesque neck and shoulders, just above her magnificent bust, tapering into her tiny waist and womanly hips; strong and supple legs that went on forever and feet that looked dainty, but carried her like a gazelle when she was running. All of this was somehow wrapped in the breezy sundress she was wearing today, a light yellow with flowers printed on it. What wasn't to love? What wasn't to get lost in, staring at her? ...

THUMP!!

"Ow ..." he muttered, shaking a dull ache from his head and sulking as Alexa, snickering, stood close and made a show of wiping his face down of any traces of bark and debris. "Stupid tree ..."

"I feel bad for the tree, receiving a blow from your mighty face like that," she said cheerfully, looking around and then leaning in to give him a quick peck on the nose. If anyone they knew

did

see her do that, it was easy enough to explain away, since they were family, and everyone understood they were close. They just didn't know

how

close. "What had you so distracted?"

"You know darn well I was staring at you," he sighed, resuming his walk. He put the gaffe behind him, knowing Alexa already had, going back to staring at the riot of autumn colours in the canopy above them. "You're the most beautiful person I know."

"Oh, I think my big sissy gives me competition in that department," she said semi-humbly, reaching over and squeezing his hand. "I know you don't entertain any thoughts about her that way, but you must objectively know that Kar is utterly gorgeous, right?"

Alex considered and nodded: "Yeah, I guess I know that. Blackwell plus Gordon equals 'inhumanly beautiful woman,' obviously."

"Oh, defo she qualifies there," Alexa agreed, smiling wistfully. "We're both tall, with legs to die for, a tight ass that won't quit, tits for days that don't sag, even at her age, shoulders and necks that Roman and Greek statues would be jealous of, regal face structures, and eyes that could suck the soul out of an Albrecht Dürer woodcut."

"Don't forget your adherence to the maidenly virtue of modesty," Alex quipped, making her giggle. "That's one of my big attractions to you."

"I know myself, and sometimes I flaunt it," she agreed. "Nowadays, not so much for my own amusement, so much as I like being your crowning glory, so to speak. When guys walk by, I want them to be jealous of you."

"They'd be damned fools not to be," Alex allowed. "Can't think of a man on the planet who shouldn't be jealous of me."

"Just Mike," Alexa pointed out. "He scored the other big prize of the modern world."

Alex smiled: "You're a big fan of mom, aren't you?"

"I do have a really big girl-crush on her, it's true," Alexa admitted with a blush. "It sounds weird to say, but ... if you hadn't been born, and I'd still come back to live here, I wouldn't be surprised if I was a casual lover for her."

He smirked at her: "You know that'd involve getting ripped apart by dad, right? They share everyone."

She scrunched up her face and closed her eyes for a moment before nodding. "I know, and the thought intimidates the bejeezus out of me. You have to remember, I grew up with mom telling me about my sister, and I put her on a pedestal ever since I was a little girl. But then there was this thunder god my mom told me about, the one being in the universe who took Kar's heart - I was always intimidated by the sounds of your dad, even though mom assured me he was the nicest person to ever live."

"We share a few traits, you know," Alex added, enjoying making his aunt squirm.

"I know, believe me," she breathed. "I've spied on them going at it more than a few times. Kar has told me they don't care; I'm not the first little sister to spy on her big sister having sex."

"I probably should have," Alex chuckled. "I had to figure out sex on my own, working with what was available. Sure, dad gave me a few talks, and I'd watched porn and so on, but with their example in the bedroom over, my early sex life might've benefited immensely."

"Well I've never had any complaints," she purred, smiling at him and subtly brushing her hand across his crotch. "You have me yodeling like a Swiss miss every time we make love, Alex."

"Every time?" he asked.

"Remember that time you were just feeling up my tits?" she replied. "You bit my nipple and I came like a leaky faucet. I fucking exploded, and you weren't even inside me. You are my kryptonite."

"Well, if making you explode constantly is what it takes to keep you as my bride forever ..." he teased.

On the other side of the road was a large park, in which stood an expansive play structure that looked like a medieval castle. Alexa bit her lip as she looked around to see if anyone was nearby. Without another word, she grabbed Alex's hand and scurried across the road, pulling him to the park. There were no signs of any people.

She pulled him into a tall, cylindrical tower structure, capped with a conical red roof. The entrance was small enough that they had to duck to get inside, but tall enough to stand in. Three tiny apertures allowed light in, but there was no way to see from the outside. She was panting with excitement as she pressed him up against one of the walls. In the dimness, he could see her eyes sparkling with her arousal.

Without a word, Alex squatted down and began undoing his belt. She quickly pulled his trousers to his knees, along with his boxers, and took his already hardening member into her mouth, sighing in relief as she began bobbing back and forth. Alex's head thunked back against the play structure's wall and his hands clasped her head, fingers knotting in her golden hair.

Alexa sucked on his cock hungrily, and with unreal skill; Alex had never known another girl who was so skilled. He shuddered as her lips formed a wet seal and slid along the length of his shaft, the heat of her mouth an exquisite pleasure, meant for him alone. She hummed around his cock, vibrating it gently, and he struggled to keep from moaning loudly. His manhood throbbed in her mouth, her hand following her lips along his length with a gentle twisting motion.

But then with a wet

pop

, her mouth released him, and she stood up and leaned back against the opposite wall, her hips tilted forward as she lifted the skirt of her dress, exposing her soaked and now see-through panties to him. Her eyes flashed with need.

"A goddess needs her god," she said breathlessly. "Get over here and fuck me, Alex ..."

Alex nodded and quickly stepped between her legs, pulling her panties to the side. She sucked in her breath with excitement as he took her by the hips, his pulsing cockhead at the entrance to her pussy. She bit her lip and squirmed as he dragged the dome up and down her sticky slit, teasing her. But then she shuddered and sighed as he slid deep inside her, pushing her hips forward to take him as far in as she could. He bottomed out in her moments later and they held still, staring into one another's eyes and just feeling the bond between them.

Heaven on Earth for the two, so desperately in love.

"Hard and fast," she rasped, her arms now on his shoulders. "Don't wanna get caught ..."

Alex nodded and began pumping his cock in and out of her vigorously, both of them trying to control their moans. Alexa squeezed herself around him with every thrust, loving how his huge cock split her wide open, like no one ever had before, and how deep inside her she reached, his mushroom tip bumping the back wall and sending shocks through her body.

She wrapped her legs around him as he leaned into her and they kissed feverishly, tongues wrestling as they groaned into each other's mouths. His hands were on her ass cheeks now, squeezing them as he thumped her against the convex wall of the tower. Alexa could feel her liquid arousal already running between her ass cheeks, the sensation making her mad with desire. If she'd been standing, it would have been trickling around her ankles by now.

"Alex ..." she murmured through their kiss. Her body was absolutely on fire - the joy of his cock so deep inside her, along with the thrill of fucking in a public place and possibly being caught. It meant she wasn't going to last long, but neither minded. She just wanted her husband's cum deep inside her.

Alex's butt cheeks flexed with every thrust as he speared himself inside her. He reveled in the feeling of her pussy massaging his cock, slippery and exquisitely tight, a velvet vise around his member. His fingers kneaded her ass cheeks and she groaned into his mouth. He fucked her harder and faster with each passing moment, hearing the thumping of her lower back and ass against the wall echoing around them.

"Yes ... yes ... yesysyesyes ..." she whimpered, starting to tremble as the unreal heat of climax began to blossom out from her core. She was going to cum so hard for him. She worshipped him, and this was the best way possible to express it, by giving herself to him at this rawest of moments in a woman's life.

She broke the kiss and they stared into one another's eyes as they careened toward their shared orgasm. They were both shaking with the effort, panting and hissing, her fingers digging into his back as he pulled her tightly against his hips, almost slamming her on himself ...

Alex grunted and Alexa's eyes watered as they kept staring while they came, elated to see one another's souls at that moment of pure rapture, how in love they were, how undying their devotion. Alex strained and thrust back and forth as he pumped his cum deep inside her, so profusely that they both felt it trickling back out of her.

Alexa sighed quietly, but wanted to scream, as her pussy clenched her husband's cock savagely, her cum frothing all over her thick netherlips and his groin. She ground herself against him in eager circles, her clit tingling as it brushed over his skin. Ecstasy crashed over her in unending waves, and her mind spun in heady delight, a cosmic vapour of colours dancing behind her eyes.

And her soul lovingly entwined around his. She could see it plain as day. Never had anything felt so right.

Alex sagged against his aunt, his body heaving in relief. Alexa kept herself wrapped around him, caressing his back and whispering loving words in his ear. They just needed to feel this serene togetherness before reality would force them to pull apart, however temporarily. They kissed again, never ceasing to be amazed by how thrilling each meeting of their lips was. It

never

lost its joy.

Alex finally pulled himself upright and looked down into Alexa's eyes. She smiled at him radiantly and they rubbed their noses together before he slid himself out of her with a wet

plop

. Alexa shivered and giggled, letting her legs down and supporting herself with her hands on his shoulders while she got her balance back. It gave her no end of delight that cumming with Alex made her dizzy.

Alexa knelt and sucked his cock clean, before looking between her own legs and sighing, although it was actually in satisfaction - even if she kept her panties in place, Alex's cum was already trickling down her leg and she'd make squishing sounds when she walked. It made her tingle to think people might hear her as they walked by.

"Alex, I know we shouldn't but ... may I hold your arm and walk with my head on your shoulder as we go home? I need that perfection after this."

He smiled: "Nothing'd make me happier, Alexa. Please do it."

She sighed in contentment as she fixed his shirt and his belt. They shared a final, loving kiss before exiting the tower and heading out of the playground, with Alexa latched onto her nephew's arm as they resumed their walk home. They tried not to laugh as Alexa squished while walking, and did their best to ignore the glistening threads of cum trailing down her shapely legs.

Alex's phone rang on his hip, the Godzilla-themed ringtone indicating a call from his father. Rather than take the device out of its belt clip, because he didn't want to let go of Alexa, he simply bipped the Star Trek comm badge he wore over his shirt. Alexa smiled and rolled her eyes, because only Alex and Mike were dorky enough to own Star Trek Bluetooth comm badges and wear them proudly.

"Hey dad, what's up?" he asked, talking to the air in front of himself. "You're on my comm badge."

"No kidding, you're on mine too," his father said, laughing. "Just thought you'd want to know, you've received a small but surprisingly heavy box in the mail."

Alex's eyes widened and his pace seemed to pick up a little bit. "It came? They're there?"

"That's my assumption, but we haven't opened it, of course," Mike replied. "I guess this means you'll be home soon?"

"Alexa and I decided to have a casual stroll home, but I might take a rain check on that and run home now," Alex said, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice. "See you in a few."

He bipped his comm badge again, ending the call. She noticed their pace picking up and she smirked at him. "Something you want to tell me?"