Now atop him, Kamara would have clear view of Ali's figure. Her firm heavy breasts almost bouncing off her chest as she began moving her curvy hips. Her finger tips stroked his chest before she planted her hands for balance as she leaned forward. Without delay, she pushed his cock deep before dragging her clit along his staff while pulling back from him repeatedly. Her long curls fell to trace his nipples as her head faced down, and she leaned in to plant her lips on his just as her hips jerked forward again spearing herself. "Oh Kamara...", she whispered in his ear.

"AAHHhh! .... N-Nijim-ma!..." Ana yelled out, her head jerking back along side his face, mouth wide open as if unable to breath. His biting was just the cherry on top pushing her over the edge. The vigorous stroking of her throbbing bud and his thick length plowing through her lustful field was more then she could take as he fucked her relentlessly.

Her bound hands grasped at the chains instinctively as if needing to grasp at her own purity twisted into her gutteral sounds now bouncing uncontrollably around the stark room. He had left his mark on her, more then just the tiny scare that might be visible on her breast. She would never be the same after her time with him. Her body never so electified, her mind never so tortured only to be brought to this state of bliss. He continued to fuck her brains out and her waves of pleasure continued, as her gasping breaths filled her thoughts, and her desire for more of him cocooned her.

Kamara gazed up at Ali now, his hands dancing over her full hanging breasts as he groaned out with those long plunging strokes down against him. Oh god, he felt so good as he arched his hips up against her urgently pumping his hips against her own.

Groans fell out of his lips, still much too sensitive he pulsed inside her core. He leaned up, kissed her lips and groaned again as one hand loosely held her shoulder, his other going down between their thighs rubbing against her clit in deep circles.

“Ali, I'm … oh God!” His groans cut off in his throat, his head tilting back as he continued to move his hips beneath her own.

In the basement Nijima caught on to Anna's words this time around. He smacked her ass, a little harder than before though still only enough to cause a stinging sensation. “That's Master! Perhaps, I should just stop.” And he did so, though being a novice he had not stopped before the tightening of her muscles around him as she came around him.

“Or are you going to apologize and we can continue. It is lucky for you that my play things are too far to reach my toys. Now, what will it be?”

Now he was truly trying to drive her insane. She had been a bad slave and his punishment was deserved. "Oh God...no...p-please don't stop. I ... I'm sorry M-Master...p-please don't stop", she begged leaning into him while her walls convulsed around him.

Her craving for him was maddening, and she was powerless to do anything he didn't want to have happen. She had to trust him to take care of her needs and desires, and it would only make her more attached to him if he drives he to completion.

Ali was less worried about cumming again herself as his hand reached to pleasure her, but her hips plunged full force into him. She was grateful or maybe proud to see that look of bliss on his face again. She could feel his hips thrusting beneath her, and she used every ounce of stamina she had left to ride him to climax again. She wasn't worried about him desiring her cousin anymore, surely she had made a lasting impression, her only desire was to feel him fill her sweet hole.

"Cum for me ... Kamara", she whispered as she felt him trying to hold back.

“You're lucky that we don't have too much time today and that your Master wants to cum.” He warned as her made his point before shoving himself back inside her with reckless abandon. He groaned behind her, exploding though his essence had been contained in the sheath of his condom.

A deep groan and he was still stabbing at her restlessly unknown to him that a few floors above him at that same moment his little brother was grasping at Ali's hips as he gazed into her eyes, still much too sensitive he fired off inside her again with a groan, her name issuing from him lips as he did so ...”ALI ….” he cried out as he once again flooded her core with his seed, his essence finding shelter within the warmth of her body again as his hips vigorously slapped up against her own until mere moments later he stopped, unable to drive into her as his lips sealed against her own in a deep kiss.

"Oh Kamara...." Her lips locking with his as she felt him pulse inside her. His movements had stopped, but she continued to squirm over him for a moment before she calmed her hips as she strattled him. Their breaths could be heard now that the squeak of the bed was silent and her mind drifted to less pleasant things. He hadn't worn protection, either time. Her unprotected womb was filled with his seed, and for a fleeting moment she pondered that fact. It didn't matter she quickly told herself and then laid down upon him, pressing her chest against his and settling her head on his shoulder.

"I love you", her soft words came ignoring the feeling of hot liquid soaking her thighs as it dripped out of her.

Kamara's older brother was surely wiser in his approach. Ana didn't feel her body filled with his hot load, but she did feel his final violent thrusts into her. She knew she had pleased him although his words seemed to contradict this. The younger of the two cousins could only hope to see his tender side again, now that he had finished with his pet. "Yes ... Master", she tried to be good for him, but she could feel fear building, and didn't know what else to say.

It might have been the fear of what he might do to her now, but most likely it was the fear of this all coming to an end. What if Ali saw her like this, or Kamara saw her. She didn't want to be with the younger brother now, just Nijima, but what was to come next was unknown to her....and she would be shocked to know it was all a twisted illusion congured by Aegir.

Kamara groaned beneath Ali, a painful look of pleasure courseing over his features as Ali shifted above him as he was much to sensitive, throbbintg inside the core of her body. Without any complaint from Ali he assumed they had been safe as she hovered above him, her breasts pressing into his chest as he leaneed up and kissed her, He had wished he had the enrergy to drive into her further but as it was he felt the keen heat of her body sweeping over him as he heard their raspy breaths.

“I love you too,” he returned, gone were any of the thoughts that they had started that day in regard to what they started up at the amusement park. She had lived up to her words exhausting him.

Nijima, the older of the two brothers had been the wiser of the pair using a degree of protection. Even as he came he grunted and groaned. He tightened his body against her and mashed a breast beneath his hand as he pulled her back. He kept going for a moment or two longer before slowly drawing out of her with a gasp. He had not released her though, not yet, as he drew back from her. He was doing something behind her and she could hear distinct beeps as he fiddled with something.

“If you don't want this found I suggest you keep your mouth shut about what you found here, That and you show up here around three tomorrow. Kamara has football practice then so we'll have plenty of time to play ...”

It was easy for Aegir to split the illusion as he had, the illusion in the minds of the cousin. They were experiencing their own individual illusions right now but they were interconnect with their stories thus far.

He could feel that the two cousins were hot and bothered, that mentally they had been spent and while he had fondled the two cousins in their sleep while they believed that they were having these dealings with Kamara and his brother Nijima. His tentacles extracted from them for the time being as he kept their illusions going for the time being.

It was all moving too fast for Ana, already he was speaking of tomorrow, but she knew it wouldn't be long before Ali and Kamara came looking for her. His words were like threats, not the cooing drippy words of a lover, but she didn't mind. There were bonds between them now that were stronger then chains, or love.

She wondered what he was up to though, and without success just like all the other times, she tried to turn and see him. Maybe he was finding the key for her restraints she thought as her own arousal ran down the inner parts of her thighs. "Yes N-Master. I will be here. 3:00", she confirmed. Her Master's comment came off not as a request, but an order to his new slave. As the shackles continued to stretch her posture, Ana grinned like a good little pet, however inside she was wondering how she would break from Ali.

Ali was not thinking about tomorrow at first. Her head rising and falling to the pattern of his breaths as she lay on him. As their legs entertwined, her fingers glided back and forth on his chest, almost lulling herself to sleep. The evening was over, and surely the girl's parents would be looking for them soon. She didn't want to ask the next question. Maybe he'll say no. Maybe he said he loved her just to get into her panties. Maybe she would never see him again, and then she flashed back to the lack of protection ... again she pushed it out of her thoughts. "Will I see you tomorrow?"

“Three o'clock,” Nijima confirmed as he set down the cam coder. He had not turned it on during their entertainment, she would have heard it though now he ensured that she heard it, that Ana thought there was a recording out there. He found the camera too late to do much about it.

He went back to her body letting a hand slid against her body, a slow delicate caress then he undid her chains letting her go. By that stage she could see the cam code set on one of the nearby selves, it had been turned on as indicated by the red light on it and had been pointed in their direction.

Ther was no tape in it at the moment, Nijima would have to dig one out though by tomorrow he figured that he'd find one. For now it was only necessary to get into the head of his slave, to make her believe on thing opposed to the truth.

“No blabbing about this place Ana, least people realize that your into this as well.”


Kamara gazed up at Ali as she announced her question. He was still encased in her, though she had stopped moving. He had not been aware of her thoughts at the moment. His eyes met with her own.

“Of course. I have football practice at three but otherwise the day is fairly clear before then and after four thirty or so.”

Ali giggled as she disengaged from his sensitive attachment and rolled over onto her back besides him, "I don't even have your number you know? Do you want to just call me in the morning and go from there? Or do you want me to call you?" grinning back at Kamara making eye contact. "You'll have to give me your number if that's the case", her lips reaching for his before he even had a chance to respond.

His cum almost pouring out of her now in the dream as she lay on his sheets, but in real life their would be no clean up, not really.

Ana suddenly forgot her place, "Were you filming us?" she asked her Master quite directly. Her stomach turned in knots at the thought of it. "Tell me", her tone almost demanding. For that moment, even though her wrists were still bound she had forgotten the game they were playing. Anger began to fill her veins and she jerked at her chains grunting.

“Oh, you can call or I'll call you, whomever gets to it first I guess,” Kamara grinned. “So I guess I'll have to give you my number unless I intend to keep you waiting that is.” He chuckled a little.

“I hate that practice is at three. It's right in the middle of things where if you do something before hand you got to rush off to do it. But we can hang out before hand and do something after practice if you wish, Dinner or something, a movie. We normally don't have practice on Sunday either but we got a bye week and the coach is too much of a hard ass to give us a week off.”

Nijima looked at Ana, he grinned at her as she forgot her place and struggled against her chains as he opened up the recorder, took the blank tape out of it and placed it in his inside jacket pocket. “Relax. As long as you don't go blabing about my folks then your secret is safe this is just a little insurance.”

He stepped towards her, a hand skimming over her ass. “Unless of course you do a good job tomorrow, I might be persauaded in giving the tape to you then if your a good girl.”

"Ok here, put your number in my phone", the young lover said as she handed him her phone and then reached for some tissue she saw near Kamara's bed. There was no way, short of showering to keep her panties evidence free. Wincing a tiny bit as she put them on, partly because they now felt cold and damp, but also because her newly broken in sex was reminiscing every thrust at this moment. "You lived up to your promise too", Ali poked as she giggled looking back at him.

Soon she was dressed and ready to head out to face her dear cousin most likely frustrated asleep on the sofa. Her arm swung back reaching for his hand to follow her as she glided on clouds to his bedroom door. The smile on her face and her glowing cheeks would be dead give-a-ways to anyone she came in contact with that didn't know what had just happened, but there was little chance of that. Ana knew all too well what they were there for, now she had to break it to her that her "turn" wasn't going to take place tonight, or ever.

There was no way of knowing that Kamara hadn't come for her to have her "turn". Ana was a little worried that Kamara and Ali had been looking for her, maybe worried, or figured she somehow found a way home, but her new "master" was wrapping things up. The trap had been set for the next afternoon, and she was already excited for the next session with Kamara's "older brother". An "older man", well older young man was quite the catch. There were guys at the college that would stare at her curves as she walked by, but none of them brave enough to approach the confident, exotic girl. Her flowing silver curls made her quite a unique pet for Nijima, and she purred inside at his touch.

Despite her anxiety to be freed of her chains to get back on the sofa where she was supposed to have been all this time, her nipples hardened again as he stroked her flesh. "I'll be good...Master", already to begin their game of tomorrow as she whispered. She realized too in his words, that he doesn't want anyone to see that tape any more then she.

“Good girl.” Nijima took her down from those restraints. “Tomorrow then.”

She had managed to get as far as the kitchen before Ali and Kamara were poking around the living room for her. She was able to make her excuses though considering that it wasn't going to be her turn after all it was good that she chanced upon Nijima who had only now come upstairs.

He said hello, made his introductions and played it off as if he had never seen Ana before. He was there briefly though, pretty much only to say hello before going back upstairs to his room. He was sligtly older then them and while he left he got Ana's attention by patting his jacket beneath which was the tape the the others had been unaware of so they would not pick up on what, if anything, had been meant by it.

It was early the next day before Ali got a phone call from Kamara. It had dawned on her that she never gave him her number but he had acquired it stating his interest in her having already gotten it, probably from one of her friends.

“Ali,” he began, “is there anything you'd like to do today, I think I'm going to blow off practice.”

Unlike in real life the two cousins didn't live together all the time, but because they had planned on staying out late, Ali stayed the night at Ana's. Her younger cousin was deep asleep, mumbling even as her closed eyes rolled, but Ali sprung to life as the phone rang. Ali tried to speak softly so she wouldn't awaken her sleeping cousin. She had slept with her phone under her pillow as if the only thread to her new lover, and she couldn't wait to see him again.

His voice was like a soft kiss good morning. "Kamara", he'd hear the joy in her soft voice. "It's supposed to be nice today", she whispered. "Lets take the fiery to the island for the day, have lunch on the pier?" The thought of spending the whole day and maybe most of the night again was boiling over in her, but she became practical for a moment. "Are you sure you should miss practice"?

“Yeah, the worse he can do is bench me and I haven't started in a few weeks due to my knee so I wouldn't be doing all that much in practice anyway. I'll be lucky if I get to start next week, the knee is still giving me some problems as far as running on it. At least I'm not limping on it anymore so it's nearly healed.

“Doing lunch at the pier sounds great. Nijima can give us a ride to the pier where we can catch the ferry. Tell you what, you can pack something or we can get something there if you like but I got to get Nijima up, he's been going on about some hot date that he has today so he's eager to get me out of the house today so I'm sure he'll want me out of the place. Sometimes I just don't get him. He's smart, but impulsive at times too, I think he's back on brake this time only because my parents wanted him to check up on me while they were gone for the week. So see you in an hour?”

Once time had been confirmed Kamara showed up at her place in an hour, Nijima standing behind him as the door of the apartment opened, that was another thing, she had never told him where she lived either though he knew it noneheless further evidence that he had been checking up on her.

Nijima flicked his eyes to his watch. “alright kiddies let's get the show on the road. I got to go back to the college and pick up a few things and still get you guys to the pier and be back by three.”

“There's plenty of time ...”

“Not really, I still have a few things to prepare ahead of time and get ready, shave and all that,” Nijima lied as he looked to his kid brother. “Ali was it? Take care of this dork, will you? I'm surprised he landed such a catch.”

Raised very practically, Ali loved the suggestion of her packing lunches for them, but she didn't have much time. She still had to get home, shower, do her hair, get dressed...and pack a lunch. But she was up for the task. Once in her closet, the problems began. Normally she would have had more time to plan out her outfit. Lucky for her, that God given body looked amazing in anything. "This one", she grabbed a sun dress with spaghetti straps, the bodice hugged her chest, showing a tiny bit of cleavage, but the bottom of the dress was flowing and hit about half way up her thigh, adorning her golden skin with pail pink paisleys. She threw on some tiny flat sandals as the knock on the door flooded her home.

Ali's stomach was in knots as she took one last look in the mirror, and floated down the hall, heart pounding as she opened the door. She melted to see his eyes, and she tried her best to hold back the herd of smiles trying to trample forth. "Hi Kamara... and Nijima is it? Thanks so much for taking us. Oh no, I didn't have time to make us lunch for the trip", her words tumbled out as if trying to say it all on one breath.

She inhaled before starting again, "Ana, poor was still passed out when I left her house. It was like she wasn't just laying on the sofa all night at your house Kamara. Thought she would have gotten plenty of rest", she chuckled and turned to grab a sweater just in case, and her purse.