Lucid Ending

“Karen, don’t worry. I won’t feel a thing. Just you wait and see.”

This did little to assuage her concern. She sat down beside him and gently stroked his face.

“We will keep trying. And you will make it. You’re a fighter Adrian.”

He smirked, not knowing how much fight this fighter had left in him. * *

Strong arms gripped Karen’s body. She lay, completely naked on her large four poster bed, her eyes locked onto the smouldering green irises just inches away from her. Adrian had an impish smile across his broad face. Their clothing lay in a heap on the floor.

“Yes, Adrian, squeeze them harder.”

He willingly obliged by grabbing a handful of her full boobs in each palm and kneading them to his heart’s content. She moaned and closed her eyes as he gradually increased the pressure on her breasts.

She reached up and passionately planted kisses all over his neck and shoulder. On occasion she even gently bit at his skin, causing him to draw away momentarily. His hands continued working on her breasts as they fondled her nipples. He clamped one between her fingers and tweaked it gently. The sudden force behind his tweak caused her to yelp in pleasure. Her open lips were covered by his forceful ones as he pushed his tongue into her mouth.

Their tongues duelled against each other, each vying for greater access to the other’s mouth. The torrid intensity of their kiss built. Their tongues relentlessly assaulted each other as two bodies writhed together.

His hands continued attacking her breasts and now both hands were on her nipples as he tugged on them. Her eyes opened wide as she gasped, the new sensations radiating from her distended nipples to every nerve ending in her body. Her pussy was ablaze in the raw eroticism of the moment.

“I love you Adrian. Not like siblings. I love you like a woman is supposed to love a man.”

Adrian moved away from her luscious lips and kissed downwards until he reached her erect nipple. His tongue gently brushed over the sensitive nub, causing a fresh burst of pleasure in her chest. She let out a moan as his tongue licked her areola and the grip of his other hand tightened on her free tit.

He alternated his treatment to the other nipple before he took the right nipple in his mouth and gently held it between his teeth. Flicking it with the tip of his tongue, he made her scream in ecstasy.

Her body was flailing from side to side. He removed his mouth and began kissing lower and lower, tantalizingly teasing her flat stomach. His skilled tongue tickled her, making her squirm. Soon, his lips reached her belly-button and he gently dipped his tongue into the depths.

The moans of arousal gave way to the gentle laugh of being tickled as his tongue began pushing into her. He took it out and gently scraped it along her stomach, down to her abdomen. A moonbeam came in through the skylight and illuminated her nether lips. The labia lay exposed and slick with the liquids of her aroused sex.

Adrian looked down at it and then looked her directly in the eye. She had propped herself on her elbows to get a better view of his movements. Smiling, he lowered his face to her damp sex and probed the inside of her slit with his tongue. The initial contact caused her to shudder. His tongue was doing things to her that she had not fathomed. None of her previous boyfriends compared to his virtuoso technique.

Karen’s pleasure rose to greater levels as the speed and penetration of his talented tongue increased. He pleased her in ways no one else could. Holding his lush, black hair between her thighs, she arched her body from the bed to push it towards his roving tongue. Her nascent orgasm built quickly and was soon imminent.

He sensed this and raised his drenched face one last time from her lower lips and gave her a smile. Her expression implored him to give her what she desperately wanted and he did not disappoint. In one swift motion, he latched onto her thighs and plunged his tongue deep inside her. This finally pushed her over the edge. Her eyes went out of focus as a tremendous orgasm ripped through her body.

Karen woke up with a jolt. Two fingers of her left hand had involuntarily made their way to her sopping wet sex. Sweat was plastered to her skin and her breathing was shallow.

It took a few moments to catch her breath. After that she broke down in tears.

She had just dreamed of committing the hideous taboo of incest. And it had given her an intense orgasm. * *

“AHHHHHH!! MAKE IT STOP!”

The scene in Adrian’s ward was utter mayhem. Doctors and nurses frantically running around. The most recent dose of chemo had caused a raging fever coupled with an intense pain all over his body. Karen tried soothing him, but he violently shook in agony.

“Baby, I’m right here. See.”

He seemed oblivious to anything but the white hot pain searing through his body. The dose of chemo had been turned up a few notches in a desperate attempt to undo the damage done by the rampant carcinoma. It had heightened his fever. The painkillers proved too mild as the side effects of the chemo had him thrashing in pain and sobbing like a baby.

Two nurses held him down as the doctor gave him a paralytic. He was still in as much pain, but was now immobile. Karen gazed in horror at his frozen face as his eyes rolled over to look at her. That empty gaze held a lot of suppressed pain.

It was all too much as she rushed to the nearest washroom to retch in the sink. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she saw an accusing figure. It accused Karen of being a mere spectator as someone tortured her love. All for a one percent chance.

A voice convinced her it was worth it.

Somehow the voice seemed weaker than the last time. * *

Karen was living in a twisted prison of guilt. Each time she looked at her step-brother, several desires reared their ugly heads inside her, each more debauched than the last. Sometimes he was licking her out in her bathtub. Sometimes he was standing in the kitchen while she was on her knees servicing him. Each fantasy was more depraved than the last.

The rational part of her brain castigated her over and over again for entertaining such ridiculous fantasies. Sure, Adrian liked her and looked good. But they were related due to her mother’s drunken marriage. Even though they weren’t related by blood, it was a taboo. An unforgivable sin.

She cried her heart out at the injustice of it all. She found the first man she had such feelings for, and by a cruel twist of fate, he was her step-brother.

“It’s not fair. It’s just not fair,” she wailed inwardly, as she made Adrian’s favourite food for breakfast. She gave the chef was given the morning off, because she wanted to make her nocturnal fantasy his ideal breakfast.

Her heart stopped as she saw the sleepy figure of Adrian walk into the dining room. He yawned and stretched while he browsed through the paper. He cursed at the NASDAQ showing a decline on his latest investments. She smiled at his reading figure as he grabbed a cup of fine imported coffee. The brooding, contemplative look coupled with languid pose with which he reclined on the chair made him irresistible to her.

“How’s the stock market today?” she asked, trying to get over her wet dream by making idle conversation.

“Bad. The company I invested in earlier tanked 15 points on a rough session yesterday. This does not look good,” he grumbled into his cup.

Karen hung onto every word. She had never been so aroused just hearing someone’s voice before. His rich baritone was an aphrodisiac to her as he went on about how the weak dollar had affected the market.

“Karen. Hello?”

She shook her head and blinked. Adrian had caught her gazing emptily and smirked at her aimless expression.

“Earth to Karen. Are you there?”

“Yes, I’m here dummy,” she retorted, blushing a bit. “I just got lost thinking about something.”

“Now get me that turkey bacon that smells so good from here before I eat you instead.”

“Hold on, Obelix. It’s coming,” she said as she picked up the plate of breakfast and put it in front of Adrian.

He dived head-first into the meat while she returned to settle the kitchen shelf. She bent over the table, setting the stirrer back. It exposed her perfectly round posterior to his gaze. He looked up from his food and his eyes were riveted to Karen’s perfect ass. It swayed as she put away the utensils. Karen’s breath quickened as she felt a hand on her ass. It cupped her cheek and gently squeezed it. She gasped and closed her eyes, arching upwards. His grip tightened as he slid his hand into her pants touching her moist sex from behind while she pushed back against his finger.

“What happened to the new chef, Maurice?” said Adrian, breaking her illusion.

She opened her eyes. He sat several feet away, with half a mouthful of turkey bacon and bread, looking at her curiously.