It must have been all she needed. She was feeling vulnerable and frail after giving herself to him. She took these romantic encounters more seriously then her younger cousin, and now as he whispered in her ear, and kissed her lips, she felt safe again with him. Her eyes met his and then closed as theirlips and tongues met. Her heart calmed it's attempt at flight and her hands became idle once more before slowly, gently reaching up to stroke his face.

Ana was not stupid. She knew that Ali was his first choice and that he was smoothing things over with her now....but she didn't care. If her cousin went along with his plan, they would all have fun. She couldn't wait to taste him again, so she didn't protest his actions. Feeling around for the clothes Ali had been handing her, she began to get dressed to ignore their "tender moment".

They had soon arrived at his place. It was still clean and prestine though it was large and quiet as they entered. The house had been large and Ana could see that now Kamara was paying more attention to her cousin. His hand tucked into her own, his body close to her own though the tender moments had to be in order to reasure Ali, to get her here.

He had promised them both a good time, even said that he wanted them both but in such away that he'd have each alone. That must have been a little disturbing at least at first but Ali had made no loud objections about matters and they were here no.

Kamara had both girls in the living room. There he left Ana, giving her the remote to the television though their was a large stereo here as well.

Kamara lead Ali through the house and brought her upstairs to his bedroom. Second door on the left. He had opened it you to an equally prestine bedroom. There was a large fish tank her here filled with tropical fish, mostly clown fish.

He had hardly closed the door behind them when he set his lips upon Ali's again, his hands sining down to her hips as he held her close.

The huff of being put off for now left Ana's lips as she took the TV remote and began to fumble around with it. Soon she managed to get the blasted thing to turn on and she began to surf the channels looking for a favorite show to watch or at least something entertaining. She found nothing that interested her, but she didn't turn it off, leaving some background noise in the big house. Within seconds she was on her feet, kicked her shoes off in the corner, and began to tiptoe around being nosey.

A soft moan came from Ali's lips as Kamara's pressed against hers. She was somehow nervous, as if they hadn't already been intimate, as if this was the first time. I guess in a way it would be, the first time of the two of them being alone, in his room, and she knew what would come next. The room seemed to heat up as his hands pulled her close and their tongues entwined. Her pulse increased in pace and her pelvis remembered being pressed against his. "What about Ana?" she could hear the TV subtly, and was concerned about her being alone.

“Ana's fine, she will wait.” He took a gamble here though he was certain that she was an eager one, that she lusted after him and was not looking to form any sort of attachment with him though she was keen on relieving that itch that she was feeling.

He held Ali close, touching her lips with his own tasting her against him as he rubbed her hips with his hands. In a way this was there first time alone together so he allowed her to come to terms with that. He did not wish to appear to eager though and had been content to hold her close to him for the time being at least.

“I want you so bad Ali. Will ...” he paused, flicked his gaze away at the door then back at her. “Will you be my girl?”

Ana began moving through the house. Pretty mundane so far. The bedrooms where upstairs and the basement downstairs. The house was on a little hill so the garagae was down there but since ther had seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary upstairs Ana found herself downstairs.

Since Kamara had a room upstairs she didn't expect to find a down stairs bedroom but figured that there would be a “man cave down here.”

Sure enough their was a room and opening it she was surprised. Chains dangled from the ceiling at the center of the room while all sorts of masks with zippers over the mouth, impliments of pain and pleasure lined the shelves along the wall.

There was a mattress on the floor in the corner of the room and judging by the toys it was easy to figure out what it was used for.

Sometimes wondering around in a stranger's home would get you into big trouble and we were yet to find out if that was the case here. But Ana didn't seem to care, and better yet she had found something much more amusing then what was on the TV. Some might have gasped and quickly shut the door, but not Ana. She gasped out loud, and her eyes got big, full of intrigue and excitement like seeing a room full of presents on Christmas morning.

Peaking over her shoulder, listening for any movement to discourage her entry, she paused and then went right inside. Silently she closed the door behind her, the quickly moved through the maze of tools and playthings, running her fingers along the smooth surfaces and giggling to herself. Thoughts of using some of these fancy things flashed before her, but she didn't dare. For now she just looked in amazement.

Several floors up was another type of excitement. Kamara again knew exactly what to say to sooth and coax Ali. Her face blushed as a small grin of approval swept across her face. There was a long moment of silence.....

"Yes Kamara ... I'll be your girl". Then she let out a full smile, eyes sparkling, and her lips reached for his as she wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands would feel her back arch as she leaned into him completely now, their bodies almost merging, her full chest flattening against him.

"... but does that mean you're mine too? Or do I have to still share you with my cousin"? The trap was sprung. She didn't want to spoil the moment, and was deathly afraid of the answer. She didn't even know where the words came from as they poured out of her mouth, but they had been spoken.

“I think Ana will be disappointed if we were to deny her at this stage. After today, after the next few hours unless you rather me not.” In a way he side stepped the question and tossed it back to her as his lips brushed against her own. Their bodies had been pressed firmly together and his heart was beating rapidly in his chest.

He had no way of knowing what thoughts were going through Ali's head but he place the ball in her court so to speak. His hands still traced against her hips as he patiently waited for her to respond though given this closeness she could feel that he was quiet firm at her nearness.

Several floors below Ana was checking out the dungeon. The door was unlocked so she doubted that this was a room that Kamara used. Things were on display here to the likes that a teenager wouldn't have been so bold to display them. The tools were all clean too, wiped down and cleaned after use so as she loooked at the various vibrators, whips, clamps and other matters she reasoned that this had to be a room that Kamara's parents used for their depraved pleasure. But since it was unlocked Kamara probably knew about it too she reasoned.

“Who are you?” A voice called out from behind her, startling her. It belonged to a young man, an older man that had features similar to Kamara. A brother perhaps? Ana wasn't sure, in fact Kamara said that he was alone here, right?

His toss was not returned right away. Her lips pressed his only once before they parted, her tongue hoping to find his. Then she recoiled enough to speak, "I guess not ...." their lips still brushing against each other. "I guess ... you invited her ... here for you to pleasure her...too". Her right hand slid down from his neck, across his chest, and below the waistband of his pants. "Unless ... there's nothing left when we're done."

Ali stayed pressed agains Kamara's body, and feeling his manhood growing harder made him irresistable. He'd have to know that his exhaustion would be her goal. Her finger tips eventually made their way to his tool. "Mmm..." He'd feel her lips vibrate against his. She was finally calm in her decision to come here with him, and her lust began to flow.

The cousin however, squealed at the sound of a strange man behind her. Her hand sprung back to her arm in a blink of an eye when she heard his voice, and she turned to face him. What a pleasant surprise she got. There before her was a handsome man, not as young as she was, but definately not too old to flirt with. "Well...who are you?" her voice quivered exposing her nerves, but her tone was confident.

Kamara grinned at Ali's words. “You're free to try.”

He groaned softly against her lips a s they pressed their lips togther as she tended to the waist band of his pants, his hands had begun to untuck her shirt from her pants, his hands disappearing beneath her shirt as he sought to remove it from her body, his hands falling to her breasts giving them a bit of a squeeze despite the bra that covered them.

When she encountered his staff she found that it was firm and quite large already throbbing in anticipation.

“I asked you first,” the young man said, his eyes dashing over the girl, to be fond in a room like this. There had to be some sort of sound proffing though she had not heard his approach until this moment.


He eyed her suspiciously, then stepped in to the chamber closing the door behind him. His eyes never left her as he got out a cell phone. “If I don/t like the answer I'm calling the cops.”

She was in the wrong and she knew it. "I'm ... I'm Anahira." Her words now a little panicked. "I'm a friend of Kamara's. He's upstairs ... with ...", she paused, afraid she'd be getting Kamara in trouble. However if she didn't tell the whole story, and the cops come, things would be a lot worse. "... with my cousin", her words trailed off. Her eyes fixed on him as much as his on her, but she could feel her heart pounding. Being locked in this room with a strange man in a strange house, and, no one knew she was even there, she gulped.

Things were heating up for the young couple newly committed to each other. Ali's hands were not hesitant as she felt clearly now his arousal. His size was impressive even though she had nothing to compare it to and she desired to feel him pulsing inside her again. Her undressing him took a short pause as her arms raised, freeing her of her shirt. Her full breasts only partially hidden from his sight, her bras there mostly to give support from underneath not to cover her cleavage. The smooth satin wrapped her back and clasped in the front. He hadn't seen all of this in the dark of the haunted house, but her satin panties matched to create a picture perfect ad from a catalog.

Their lips never left each other for more then a second or two, never taking a break in this passionate mission. Soon her fingers would be inside his pants eager to feel his hard mass again, but for now her hands pushed under his shirt reaching to feel his strong chest.

The young man looked at the nervous girl, snickered at the mention of his brother then shook his head a little. “How rude to leave company unattended. Ma wanted me to check in on him since I got brake now. I pulled into the garage and saw the door ajar. I didn't think Kam would be in here and our folks were out some I checked it out.

“And found you snooping around. Well, now you know the secrets of our family. It will get out now, their little kink. Unless ...” He seemed to be considering then stepped closer to her.

“I'm Nijima.” He seized her by the wrists his grip was strong and he gazed into her eyes. “But that isn't important. You will call me Master when I'm through with you.”

Blissfully unaware upstairs Kamara's hands fondled Ali's breasts, squeezing them in his hands. He reached back, unfastened her bra then saw to his own shirt to make it easier to touch him before his hands had reached back to make contact with her chest, his lips returning to hers as they smothed over her own. One hand slipped down to the hem of her pants unfasting the button before his hand slipped down into her pants, beneath her under garments as heis fingers stroked over the heated slit of her sex.

Ali almost purred, her moan soft and confirming as his fingers slid along her slick lips. She loved tracing the valleys between the lean muscles of his chest down towards his stomach, and again to his waist. Instead of trying to remove his pants, she decided to remove her own. There were little to no words needed now, fingers and parted lips lead the way to bliss in this seemed private space.

Kamara's room was not the only private space in this house. With the door closed her cousin would not hear her cry, even if Ana wanted to scream out...but she had no intention of doing so. She couldn't deny that this room tickled something deep inside her. After all Kamara was pretty much taken and his older brother was not.

His grip on her made her heart pound with excitement, and his words added fear to the mix. Still she mustered up a rebuttal. "Good to meet you Nijima", she grinned. Her mouth grew dry and she tried to swallow despite the lack of moisture.

As she paused to remove her pants he took the time to remove his and his under pants soon after. Kamara was still throbbing that hard portion of his body begging for attention again as draped his hands to her panties drawing them down her legs. Both were totally naked, there were no secrets here, and he lead her to the edge of the bed standing their and kissing her lips once more. A deep fulll kiss before tossing her to the mattress and gazing down at her with a grin of those sweet lips.

In the basement Nijima took Ana's look as acceptance of the situation to continue. She would be less likely to gossip if she was a party to this dirty little secret too and so he wasted little time in removing her shirt then bra only because they would be so hard to remove later as he seized hold of her wrists again, looked at the unraveled tits, smiled then pulled her closer to the center of the room.

Nijima shackled Ana so her hands where stretched above her head.

“Naughty girl, snoping though someone else's home without asking.” He walked behind her forcing her to strain and look over her shoulder to even see her. He swatted her ass playfully then cuopped a breast from behind.

“You need to be punished.”

The idea that Kamara's older brother was paying her such attention added to her enjoyment. It was clear that this was not his first time using the equipment in this room. Her arms were pulled tight, streched to their limit to prove his control, delivering discomfort but not enough to truly hurt her. The reactions she displayed were more like sharp gasps then squeals, and she instinctively struggled. His deep voice was intimidating yet arousing, and she couldn't help but give him a playful grin in response to his grope.

"What do you plan to do to me?" she questioned him, and for the first time, as she heard her own words, she hoped this was truly just a game they were playing.

While Ana was wondering what Nijima's plan was for her, Ali knew exactly what Kamara's plan was for her. Her breasts jerked in sync with her bouncing hair as she landed on the mattress. For a moment, time seemed to stop as they stared at each other, naked, fully exposed to each other. "Do you like what you see?" she asked unable to ignore his form as he stood before her. Then her arms reached for him, her eyes silently begging for him to lay with her.

Syrprisingly it was Nijima's first time using this equipment. He had never been able to catch anyone in here before and this had been his parents room. It was theorefore difficult for him to use it while they were home and he could manage it only now when he was home from college, when his parents were away.

He saw Ana's hopeful grin, gazed into her eyes then grinned back either playfully or because he knew that he had her where he wanted her. He dipped out of sight fpr a moment, returned then let a hand slide against a breast. He leaned in as his lips touched her neck, suck on it as the other held a taser that he swpt up her bare back though he had yet to truly touch it to her.

“How long have you and your cousin been separated, Ana?”

“Indeed,” Kamara answered as he gazed down at Ali, marveling at her full breasts that captued his attention. He reached down to her hands guided down to the bed. His eyes swarming over her befor as he swept down over her like a blanket, pausing only to part her thighs.

He was quiet hard as he pressed against her, ready to spear back into her glistening folds.

Karma's knees pressed againsed the inside of Ali's, and with slight resistence he was able to make room for himself as she felt the weight of him for the first time. The tip of his stiff rod was instantly parting her folds ready to slide inside her again, but it was different this time. Just the two of them in his bed made this moment feel more real then the heated flury at the amusement park that seemed like a faint dream now.

Kamara would feel her hands wrap around him tightly. Her touch was firm, but not grasping claws, not yet at least. Her moans soft full of love for him as they embrassed, and it was if they were in a flowery medow surounded with sweetness. "I love y-- ...", she paused brought quickly back to reality as she listened to what she was starting to say. She didn't know if she was ready to say that to him, or if he was, but considering what had happened so far and what was about to happen, maybe it was ok. She went silent, and he would feel her turning inward in thought.

In the basement, Ana's eyes closed as his lips sent tingles through her core, and they opened again as she replied. "Separated? Well, she and Kamara went upstairs ...", she paused, this position made her breathing slightly labored. She inhaled, " ... I don't know, before I began to look around ... I didn't look at my watch you know". Her words almost sarcastic, depite the position she was in, half naked, bared to this strange man, tied to the ceiling, yet he would hear a misceivous tone in her voice.