The Loc Up

Two days after my sister Kim told me her husband was having an affair with his secretary and all that subsequently took place, she phoned me midmorning.

"It's me, Mum's out isn't she?"

"Yep, it's Wednesday, she's gone into town with Margot and Liz."

I was nervous. I'd been thinking of little else since Kim and I had fucked on our parents' sofa.

"You okay?" Kim asked cautiously.

"Yep, are you?" I answered, equally cautiously.

"I've been doing a lot of thinking since Monday." She continued.

"Me too!" I said in as steady a voice as I could manage.

She continued without a pause. "But I have no regrets! Do you?"

"No, not at all!" I answered also without hesitation.

I was, of course, relieved to hear that and felt a whole lot better now that the deed had been acknowledged and that there were no regrets.

"I want more, like we agreed. Do you, or was it just talk?" Kim asked.

"Are you kidding? I loved it and I meant it!"

There was a pause and then my sister told me she had an idea.

Let me give you a little background on the idea. My father ran a family business, an automotive engineering company that specialised in the maintenance, repair and refurbishment of high end British classic, prestige and sports cars. My brother Roy, my sister Kim and myself all had various degrees of involvement in the business since we were in our mid teens, helping out at weekends and in the holidays. We are a family who live and breath cars. Forgive me if I geek out on makes and models during this and other stories, but cars are so evocative of the period and provide part of the backdrop for what happened that summer.

By this time, Roy was my dad's business partner and Kim who worked for an accountancy firm, managed the company books for the family business in her spare time; audits and tax returns and the like. As for me, my dad always knew I wasn't going to be following in his footsteps and joining the family's automotive dynasty. I was much happier with arts and literature than science and engineering. My brain just does not work that way.

"You're just like your mum, away with the fairies!" He would joke, but I think he was proud that one of his kids was going to university.

So my involvement became minimal, until that is, I learned to drive and passed my driving test when I was seventeen. Then my dad suggested lending me a car, until I went to uni, in return for doing the odd motor parts collection and delivery run, for the destinations a little further afield. I readily agreed, even though it took up some time at the weekends and in school holidays, that was more than compensated for now I had my own wheels!

It was no surprise to find out that the loaned car was a Mini Cooper, a little bit tatty but serviced and perfectly functional and in orange, I didn't consider the colour ideal, but one doesn't look a gift horse in the mouth.

One of Roy's early ideas, when he stepped up to partner, was to create a little sideline that would generate a steady turnover and help with cash flow situations that sometimes occurred. The company would buy, refurbish and sell older Mini Coopers and Triumph and M.G. roadsters. It was a good opportunity for the apprentice mechanics to learn new skills on less complex cars and there was a good retail demand for them. Roy would go through the private ads in the local papers and trawl the trade magazines and auction catalogues for suitable vehicles and buy cars we could revamp and resell with a reasonable profit. Kim had a Mini Cooper too, hers was a lot nicer, having undergone a full refurb and respray (a lovely aubergine colour), it even had a radio cassette player!

The new venture, however, caused a bit of a headache in the workshop because space was tight and storing the newly bought cars was a problem. The solution was to lease a storage facility on an industrial estate on the outskirts of town. We called it 'the lock up', basically a garage to store about ten cars. The lock up came with an office suite. The suite ran along the back of the garage area and was comprised of an office, with an internal window looking into the garage space. The office led through to a small kitchen area and then through to a windowless stock room. At the end of the suite, but accessed from the garage area was a toilet and small shower room. When we moved in, the unit had just been vacated by a guy who ran a security patrol service and was there all hours. According to the leasing agent, he practically lived there. For reasons never explained to me, the office furniture had been left, making the space functional and comfortable. There was a desk and swivel chair, metal filing cabinet and cupboard and a few plastic and tube steel stacking chairs. The most substantial item in the room was a le Corbusier style rectangular sofa, six feet long, covered with black, leather look, vinyl with no armrests. It ran along the wall, underneath the internal window and I assumed was used to sleep on by the previous occupier. The sofa's back cushion panels could be turned over to make it into a single sized bed. Despite it's length and bulk, it did not look out of place as a relaxed seating area.

"Can you meet me at the lock up this evening, about 7.30?" Kim asked.

"Sure, but I don't have keys." I replied.

"Don't worry, I'll be waiting for you. I'll get you a set cut this afternoon. Don't tell dad or Roy!"

I promised I wouldn't and we said goodbye and I got on with the rest of the day.

Kim's idea seemed like a good one. She was the only one who used the office, Dad and Roy were based at the workshop and the only other comings and goings were when newly bought cars were dropped off or picked up to be worked on. For Kim it was a quiet place for her to work and think. During the period of her unhappy marriage to an emotionally abusive husband, she would go there just to get away from it all. When things were really bad for her, she would rather be there than in an unhappy home, even if he was out with his secretary. How awful is that? I hated her twat of a husband.

The lock up would be the perfect place for us to meet! I arrived just after 7.30 and Kim was waiting at the garage door, she waved me in and I parked behind her car as she operated the electric door close behind me. With the door down, no one would know we were there, there were no external windows. As I got out of the Mini, Kim came forward and presented me with a set of freshly cut keys. She looked nice, in a pink t shirt, white knee-length skirt and sandals. Her shoulder length blonde bob had a very pleasing movement to it. I liked the way it swished. But she looked tired. She was cowed and beaten. Her posture was almost stooped, like she wanted to be as small and unnoticeable as possible.

I had made up my mind on what had to be done!

"Hello!" I said with a smile, in a gently chiding way.

"Yeah, hi!" She said and smiled.

I pulled her towards me and kissed her lips, I didn't want there to be any awkwardness, she responded and our mouths opened. I was tasting her again and she tasted so good.

She took me by the hand and led me into the office.

"Home, sweet home!" She said, with a half smile, a sad smile. "I've spent a fair few evenings here lately." She added.

I hugged her and kissed her again. Of course I knew why she didn't want to be at home.

"What do you do here?" I asked. There was no T.V., just a portable stereo cassette player. As far as I could see there was nothing else to do.

"I listen to music," she said, "now and then I vacuum and dust."

Now that she said it, the place was always spotlessly tidy.

"But mostly I play with myself." Kim said, in a totally matter of fact manner. She was serious. "Have you ever noticed anything about this place?" She continued.

I shrugged. I had not really paid it much attention.

"Look at the sofa," she carried on, "it turns into a bed and it's wipe off vinyl! Come with me."

She took me by the hand again and walked me through the kitchenette to the stock room.

I had only seen it once before, when Roy first showed me around. It looked the same, empty, apart from a tall metal cupboard.

"What do you see in here?" Kim asked.

"A cupboard?" I replied. "Do you keep your vibrators in it?" I grinned.

"No, that's where the vacuum cleaner and dusters are kept." She laughed. "Look around."

I looked, the room was still empty. I shrugged again. She led me further in.

"Do you see them now?" Kim nodded towards the wall.

Then I noticed! At about six feet high and six feet apart were two hooks, a couple of inches wide and made of heavy gauge steel, fixed securely into the brickwork. Kim pointed down and there, just above the skirting, were two corresponding steel eyes also six feet apart. She turned around and pointed up at another steel hook in the ceiling.

"This place has been used as a dungeon!" She said. "Ever since I noticed I've been intrigued. First of all I fantasised about how the room has been used, but then I moved on to how I wanted to used it. I lay on the sofa and tease my pussy, with only my imagination to keep me company. I'm desperate to use and share this space, but didn't know who with."

"Now you have someone."

We went back to the office and I pulled the sofa out to flip the backrest cushions.

"Show me how you play." I ordered. "Get undressed."

She did what I asked. She removed her clothing rather than perform the striptease I had in mind. She let the garments fall to the floor and then she lay back on the sofa bed. She had her left hand and arm defensively covering her tits. The fingers of her right hand moved down over her bush and squeezed between her closed thighs to find her cunt. I couldn't see anything.

"Is that how you play when you're on your own?"

She shook her head.

"I said show me! Open your legs. Show me everything." While she complied I gently took her passive left hand away from her chest so that her breasts were exposed. I wanted this to be the beginning of my radical and inspired rescue programme. I was determined to make her feel better about herself by showing her how much she was valued by me. I know, I was young and full of naive righteousness and youthful conviction. I wanted to mend her with guidance, adoration and physical love and crucially with control. Kim would need to comply and I knew this would not be her natural inclination, given that she was currently being manipulated and abused in her marriage. It would take trust, I would need to create and nurture that trust. My goal was to convince Kim that she was the ultimate prize, a worthy treasure, a beautiful muse, a queen, a Greek goddess!.

I watched her fingers stroke her clitoris and explore her moist and open cunt. I knelt beside her and, brushing aside her fringe, I kissed her tenderly on the forehead. Light and gentle kisses trailed down towards her lips and our mouths opened and our tongues danced again. The intimacy was intense and the passion expressed through our trembling bodies was palpable. I moved my mouth down her chin and neck, planting kisses and doing my best to make each one significant and meaningful. My lips moved further down, to her chest and then breasts. For the first time I took her nipples into my mouth and gently licked, kissed and sucked. I moved from one to the other, feeling them swell and stiffen as a result of my caresses was thrilling. The palm of my right hand rested on her flat stomach, my left supporting each breast as I kissed them. Kim's breath was quickening as her finger movements became more urgent. After an intense and sustained period of self gratification, I hope aided by my attentions, she came with a gasp and a whole body spasm of pleasure.

I was pretty soon down between Kim's thighs lightly kissing her juicy, pink clitoris. Savouring the sweetness of her juices for the first time. I wanted her to know how much I prized her orgasm and revelled in her scent and flavour. I knew she would taste good and there was plenty of nectar to enjoy as it dribbled from her cunt. My tongue got to work licking the cum from her pussy with gentle laps. Fuck! I was licking my sister and loving it! But I did not want to hurry, it was important to me that Kim experience my cunnilingus as worship! Gentle oral massage of her clitoris and urethra interspersed with gossamer kisses. I wanted her to feel every tongue stroke and kiss and know that they were, every one of them, deliberate and meaningful. I ventured down her vulva to her dribbling cunt and swirled my tongue unhurriedly around her labia before opening her generous flaps with my careful fingers. My tongue went deeper and she gasped, I felt her hands on my neck and the back of my head, ruffling my hair and pushing me deeper in and I reciprocated with more assertive licks, taking her labia into my mouth before launching my probe deeper into her pussy until it was at its full depth, exploring, caressing and tasting. Kim moaned and squirmed and I could feel her back arch and I returned to pay tribute to her clit. As her climax built, I wanted it to be a gradual brew and slowed and quickened the pace of my attention to keep her close but not quite there. She knew what I was doing but had completely surrendered to my control of her orgasm, I think, I hope, that she savoured the experience as much as me.

My signature oral technique is to lick, kiss and tongue fuck from clitoris to anus, sometimes with a little finger support, fingers used sparingly and subtly. With Kim, at this time, I did not go near her arse. It felt to me like I needed to worship her womanhood so that she knew that I adored her beautiful pussy.

After several minutes Kim moaned.

"Please make me cum!"

I was pleased to do so, my own orgasm was becoming a preoccupation, I so wanted to be inside her again.

My tongue resumed a more urgent pace, focusing on her clit and, within a couple of minutes, she squirmed and bucked and her orgasm released a gush of nectar that I greedily licked up. I couldn't get enough of her! I moved up the sofa bed next to her, my mouth full of her juice and released it into her open mouth as I kissed her. I allowed her to rest for a moment. I wanted to tell her how significant every kiss and caress had been to me, but to even think the words diminished the power of the physical actions and I merely asked if she was okay. She put her arms around my neck and looked into my eyes with hers, as blue as a stormy sea.

"I am wonderful!" She answered.

"That was the most beautiful thing I have ever done!" I whispered to her and we kissed again.

I stood up, took off my trainers and stepped out of my clothes. My cock was standing proud and Kim sat before me on the sofa and took it in her hands. She slowly massaged and then spat in the palm of her hand and spread in over the head of my twitching throbbing manhood. The saliva mixed with my dribbling pre cum to form a slippery lube. She massaged it into the head of my member and was soon wanking the full length, her face getting nearer and nearer to it. My hands rested on the back of her head as she opened her mouth and took in my cock. I felt Kim's tongue on the head as it massaged and teased with great skill. Her lips closed around the length and she started to suck and bob her head. In a little while she was taking almost the whole length into her marvellously receptive mouth and throat with surprising endurance and enthusiasm. She was great at giving head. A couple of days ago I was fucking her mouth, but now she was taking the initiative and I didn't mind at all, in fact it felt like Kim was rediscovering herself and her passions. Such tenacity, for what seemed like a fair few minutes, had the inevitable consequence and I could feel my balls stirring, but it was way too early to cum, I had a lot more in mind.

I withdrew from her mouth and asked her to lay back on the sofa bed and she duly did. I got on next her and moved my leg over and between hers to open her thighs, the other leg followed, positioning myself for a slow and sensual entry. We kissed as my manhood found her welcoming cunt lips and I slid in slowly and deliberately. When I had fucked Kim two days earlier, I had banged her, hard and quick, a carnal and base intercourse inspired by the moment. It had to be like that, I can't think of another set of circumstances that would have resulted in fucking my sister. In short it had to be gratuitous. But I also regretted that now. I wanted this time to be more like love making and to have meaning. Fuck, she felt good! Her cunt took hold of my length and we fitted each other like hand in glove. I started gently moving my cock in and out taking slow and deliberate strokes as she moaned and groaned. We looked into each other's eyes and kissed with open mouths and dancing tongues. My strokes became quicker and more assertive, nevertheless, I tried hard to make sure every movement was creating pleasure for my sister. I was inspired and spurred on by her quickening breath and sighs of pleasure and appreciation. I was determined that this would be a long and unhurried fuck, so I maintained a steady, rhythm of deep penetrations and after twenty minutes or so, Kim began to wiggle and writhe.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming again!"

I carried on at the same consistent rhythm, as her back arched and her hips bucked so that she took in my full length and clenched her cunt around my manhood. She wanted to keep me in deep as her nectar sweet juices gushed and she cried out for my load. I paused only for a moment and then resumed the rhythm. Kim's cum dribbled out profusely, all over the vinyl covered Le Corbusier, she relaxed, went limp, like a rag doll, as I continued with my pondering but assertive thrusts. She looked at me, her eyes appeared glazed and I wondered if this was surrender (I hoped). Was I in control? Was this what I had imagined and fantasied about for so many years?

I leant down on her and kissed her, to wake her from her temporary torpor, as I continued a slow and gentle rhythm. She responded to my kiss passively and let my tongue explore her mouth.

After the kiss I looked into her eyes again, "Oh no, haven't I fucked you to death, have I?"

She lifted her arms and her hands framed my face, she whispered, "Oh no, you fucked me to life!"

"That's just what I wanted to hear!" I replied "But are you sure?"

"Of course!" Was Kim's unhesitating response, delivered with an elfin grin, irresistible!

"That's very good because it will soon be your turn on top!"

"But I like it when you are in top of me!" Kim replied.

I stayed on top for a while longer, slowly gyrating my pelvis so she could feel the motions inside her. But I was determined I wanted to cum into her as she rode my hard cock.

The time had come! I slowly withdrew my manhood from Kim's beautifully tight cunt and laid along side her.

"Now get on!" I commanded.

She obeyed immediately, climbed on and used her right hand to guide me into her vagina, as she descended down until she was sitting on me with my full length inside her. Watching her, Kim looked ill at ease. She was leaning forward, her back arched forward and her head bowed. Her hands rested on my chest and her shoulders were hunched so that her arms covered her tits. The look on her face was one of anguish and awkwardness.

"What's wrong?" I asked in as gentle a voice I could muster, while being desperate to fuck her.

"He's been laughing at me for so long! When I used to try to take the initiative and try to be sexy, he didn't even refuse me, he just made it humiliating. He would flick my nipples while he sneered at me and called me names and said how sad and pathetic I was. Laughing at me and ridiculing me."

"Surely you know he is a dickhead! He's always been a dickhead, I don't know why you didn't noticed from the start, everyone else did! That's why Dad never game him a job." I continued. "He is a bully and an idiot, he was never good enough for you, do you know how hard that is for Mum and Dad to see what he is doing to you, how sad he has made you? You are beautiful! You are magnificent and he has taken that away your confidence! I'm going to show you how attractive you are."