Dont Be Afraid
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The small island of Trikinos, just off the coast of Greece, has been inhabited for many thousands of years, but humans have left very little mark on it. The soil is too rocky and sterile to support large-scale agriculture, and separation from the mainland has encouraged the use of the local gray stone for building, so that from a distance the island's single village, Skirna, blends seamlessly into the harsh, unchanging landscape.
The people of Skirna have always made their living from the sea; the men leave early every morning in shallow, wooden boats, and return in the middle of the afternoon with their catch of anchovies and sardines. The old ways have been very slow to die on Trikinos, and at the dawn of the twentieth century, while the rest of Greece was undergoing the sometimes-painful transformation into a modern industrial state, there remained on this isolated island a sense of continuity, a blissful feeling that life was much the same as it always had been and always would be.
It was midsummer, and the intense Mediterranean sun was high overhead as a boy ran through Skirna's empty cobblestone streets, ducking through alleys and cutting through courtyards, two identical square packages tucked carefully under his arm. Fifteen drachmas extra if he made his delivery before the old church struck noon, enough money to buy himself a pastry with real meat in it for his dinner: lamb, or maybe even beef. His stomach growled at the thought.
He came out of a narrow dirt alley onto a wider street and slowed to a rapid walk, looking up at the numbers carved into the stone arches above the gaily-painted wooden doors. Number thirty- seven, there it was. He stepped up to the green door and rapped firmly three times. He heard a scraping sound from inside, and what sounded like the rustling of skirts and whispering female voices, and he shifted his weight from foot to foot impatiently. Finally the door opened, and he saw two beautiful girls - young women, really - looking at him with barely-disguised disappointment.
"I have deliveries for Miss Likatos and for Miss Nash," said the boy politely, in Greek. Then he finally remembered to take off his cap.
The blond girl with the light freckles and wide blue eyes looked helplessly at her dark-haired companion, who was now smiling broadly.
"He's delivering packages for us!" said the brunette, who was even more beautiful than her cousin. "We must have been invited to the Festival after all! These will be our dresses."
The blond girl let out a little shriek of excitement, and then managed to compose herself. "Should we pay him, Tasha?"
The dark-haired girl exchanged a few words in Greek with the delivery boy, looked at the clock over the mantel, and then wrote something on a scrap of paper.
"He says he's already been paid, and that he hopes we enjoy the Festival," she said, as the boy ran off cheerfully down the street. "Come on, let's go upstairs and see what we've got!"
The blonde, whose name was Lizzie and who was an American, from Ohio to be precise, eagerly opened the package with "Miss Elizabeth Nash" handwritten on it. After carefully removing several layers of tissue paper, she held up a diaphanous white dress with gentle pleats.
"It's beautiful," she said, letting the cloth flow through her fingers. "The fabric, it's so smooth."
"Hold it up," said her cousin impatiently. "Oh yes, it's gorgeous. Why, you could wear that anywhere."
"Isn't it awfully short, though? And it leaves one shoulder bare."
"Not at all, especially for a costume," said Natasha. "People wear the most daring things to the Festival. I've seen women going in dresses that make that one look positively dowdy."
"Is that so," said Lizzie, brightening. "In that case I love it."
"There's more," said Natasha, looking into the open box. She reached in and pulled out a pair of elegant leather sandals. "Here's your shoes, and..." Now she pulled out a green headband made of woven vines. Lizzie took it from her and slipped it over her head, where it rested gently on her thick, golden hair.
"You look like a vestal virgin," giggled Natasha.
"Hmph. I guess they have me pegged, then." Lizzie held the dress up again and looked at herself in the large dressing mirror. "Very fetching," she said, adjusting the headband. "Some looks never go out of fashion, eh?" In the mirror, she suddenly noticed a pale woman standing in the doorway behind her, staring at her in an odd, expressionless way, and she felt a chill.
Natasha squeezed her mother's hand and kissed her on the cheek. "Hello, Mama," she said, simply. Lizzie said nothing, feeling somewhat uncomfortable, as she always did in the presence of her aunt. Anastasia had been the victim of some sort of strange illness when Natasha was a baby; although she survived, her mind had never recovered, and she hadn't spoken a word or shown any real awareness of her surroundings ever since, spending most of her time wandering the house or sitting in her room looking out the window. Now she turned and left as quietly as she had appeared.
"All right, it's my turn," said Natasha, after a short silence. She quickly opened her package and pulled out a blood- red dress.
"What a beautiful color," said Lizzie, a bit jealously. Red was her best color.
"It is, isn't it? But look, it's longer than yours. I won't be able to show off my legs as much."
Natasha held the red dress up to her chest, and the two cousins noticed the plunging vee of the neckline at the same time.
"My goodness!" said Lizzie. "No one will be looking at your legs when you have that sort of neckline! I guess they noticed who had the figure for it."
"What sort of a tramp do they think I am?" protested Natasha, but her heart wasn't in it. She moved in front of the mirror and tried to determine just how much of her chest would be revealed.
"It's going to be daring, but for the Festival I think it will do very well," she decided.
Lizzie was rummaging around in her cousin's box. "Here's your shoes - you've got heels on yours. And there's a headband too - or a tiara, really."
She handed Natasha a pair of red leather shoes and a shiny band of silver metal, inscribed with odd symbols.
"Wait, I'm going to try it on," said Natasha impulsively. She stepped out of her shoes and took off her blouse and her skirt, leaving them in puddles on the floor. Then she shed her thin cotton shirt and stood unselfconsciously topless in front of Lizzie.
"What are *you*staring at?" asked Natasha playfully. She arched her back, causing her full young breasts to thrust out proudly from her chest - two pale globes of flesh tipped with small pink circles.
"You certainly have sprouted," said Lizzie, blushing slightly. She held up the red dress, and Natasha put her arms and head through. "When I was here three years ago we were both as flat as baking stones."
Natasha freed her hair from the neckhole and let the long dress fall down past her waist. "You've sprouted too, Lizzie. No one could mistake either one of us for little girls anymore." She put the metal headband over her head and slipped into the red shoes, which made her almost as tall as her American cousin.
"Everything fits perfectly," she said, doing a little twirl. "Oh, I can't wait! I've been watching everyone else go to the Festival for years...I think we're both going to meet dashing young men tonight - I can feel it. Can't you?"
Lizzie didn't reply. The sight of her cousin in the stunning red dress brought back a flood of unwelcome memories. She was in her room back home, and her mother was helping her put on a red dress (much less daring, but pretty just the same), and they were as happy as could be, chattering away like a couple of songbirds, planning for the future. She and James were practically engaged, and he was coming over to have supper with her and her family, and then they would take one of their long walks around the park, just the two of them...
"Lizzie? Are you all right?" Natasha saw that her cousin's eyes were glistening. "Oh, Lizzie, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said -"
"No!" said Lizzie, blinking rapidly. "Don't be silly, I'm fine." She smiled through her tears. "Don't mind me. I'm looking forward to tonight, and I wouldn't mind meeting a nice young man. I wouldn't mind it a bit."
Natasha reached out and took her cousin's hand. "He didn't deserve you," she said fiercely. "Do you understand that? You're going to do a lot better."
Lizzie nodded silently.
There was a creak on the stair, and an old woman in a traditional black dress appeared at the doorway. Her eyes widened and her brow creased in anger. "What's going on here?"
Natasha turned pale. "Nana! We were just...aren't these dresses pretty?"
"Those are Festival dresses! You're not old enough to go to the Festival, neither of you."
Natasha steeled herself, standing up straight. "But Nana, we've been invited! They sent us our costumes, so of course we can-"
"No! I forbid it, do you hear me?" The old woman's voice was trembling with emotion. "No good can come of it, none at all. The Festival is just an excuse for-"
"For having a good time," finished Natasha, her dark eyes flashing. "For people to enjoy themselves, to dance, to forget their boring, useless lives for one night. Is that what you mean?"
Lizzie looked back and forth helplessly at Natasha and her grandmother, unable to follow the flood of angry Greek.
"You insolent little hussy! Don't you presume to lecture me about -"
"What's going on here? What's all this yelling?" A handsome dark-haired man came up the stairs. When he saw his daughter in her new red dress, his face suddenly seemed older. "Already, it begins?" he asked quietly.
"Papa, we've been invited to the Festival," said Natasha. "Nana says we can't go, but I know you'll let us, won't you? Oh Papa, please..."
"It's out of the question," said her grandmother. "You're not old enough, not for a few more years." But there was already a note of defeat in her voice.
The man put a comforting hand on the old woman's shoulder. "I know how you feel, Madrone, but one must not refuse an invitation to the Festival, it would be very...rude."
"Oh, thank you, Papa!" Natasha threw her arms around her father and gave him a kiss.
Dinner was a very quiet affair that evening. Madrone served the food with a stern look on her face, her disapproval evident in her eyes and in her posture. Andres sat at the head of the table with downcast eyes and toyed with his food, lost in his own thoughts. And Anastasia, wife of Andres, daughter of Madrone, mother and namesake of Natasha, was, as always, a silent presence at the foot of the table, like a ghost.
The two girls, although excited by the upcoming evening, were chastened by the grim atmosphere at the table, and they ate quietly and with perfect manners. Lizzie in particular was nervous, not knowing what to expect. She wished she could be as carefree and bold as her younger cousin, as comfortable talking to young men, as experienced in the ways of the world.
She recalled with a twinge of guilty pleasure the long, intimate discussions she and her cousin had been having about men and sex. More like lectures than discussions, really - Lizzie had known shamefully little about sex for someone who had been hoping to get married at the end of the summer.
She recalled one lazy afternoon a few weeks ago, the two of them sunbathing on a little wooden dock with the desolate, rocky coast on one side and the quiet, blue Mediterranean on the other, and not another living soul in sight. She was listening, fascinated, as Natasha told her how men craved sex, how they thought about it all the time, how you could hold a man's prick in your hand and stroke it until it exploded all over...
"Really, Tasha, I think you're exaggerating," she had said, not knowing what else to say. "I'm sure nice young men don't want to -
"There's no such thing as a nice young man!" laughed Natasha. "Not the way you think, anyway. Even the polite ones with good manners want to touch you all over, and have you touch them. And most of all, they want to stick it inside you."
"I know all about how babies are made," said Lizzie, not wanting to seem completely naive. "My mother told me last year."
"I bet she didn't tell you how much fun it was," said Natasha with a wicked grin.
"No...no, she didn't." Lizzie felt a peculiar sort of warmth inside her, that had nothing to do with the sun. "One thing I don't understand..."
"Just one thing?" teased Natasha.
"How does it fit? If a man's...if it's as big as you say, there isn't enough room." She blushed, knowing that she was admitting to exploring how much room there was.
"I wondered about that too. You have to break something inside, and then there's plenty of room."
"Break something?"
"I'll show you," said Natasha. She was also feeling the peculiar warmth inside her, but she knew exactly what it was. She sat up, turning to face her cousin, and pulled aside the crotch of her loose cotton bathing costume.
"Tasha!" Lizzie stared at her with horrified fascination. Her cousin's sex was covered by a thatch of shiny blue-black hair, in contrast to her own light brown, but she could see the dark pink lips underneath. "What on earth are you doing?"
"Do you want me to show you, or not?"
Lizzie swallowed, and said. "All right."
Natasha lifted her knees up and leaned back a little, moistened her fingers in her mouth, and put her hand between her legs. One finger parted her secret folds and slipped an inch or so into her hole. Then she took it out and pushed in two fingers, side by side. They disappeared slowly, like they were sinking into quicksand, until they were completely inside, and her private area was spread open in a way that Lizzie found both exciting and slightly repulsive.
"I...guess you're right," said Lizzie. "Doesn't it hurt?"
Her cousin looked at her dreamily through half-open lids and shook her head. "It feels wonderful. When a man is inside you, everything gets all slippery and smooth, and there's this wonderful feeling of being filled up...it feels so good you can't help moaning."
"Oh, it all seems so strange," said Lizzie. She ran her tongue over her dry lips and shifted on her towel. The odd feeling of urgency and longing inside her, which came over her more and more often these days, had never been so strong. Then she thought about what Tasha had just said. "You mean you've actually done it?"
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You and I decide to get dressed up and head out dancing. I tell you to pick out my clothes and that you can make me as hot as you want me to be. You pick a sexy little black dress with small heals. The dress shows off my shoulders and back. You tell me you want to show me off and that we are going to pick a couple that we like and flirt with them. We have a drink before we head out. When we arrive, the club is somewhat packed. We walk around the bar and you choose a seat next to a cute...
So my last tale ended with my quandary of giving up dangerous desserts for true love, in the short week that has followed, the dessert got even more dangerous and left me with an even more troubling question. . . Monday night, I fell asleep in Rich’s arms with him none the wiser about my afternoon adventures. He was feeling a little frisky that night and started gently rubbing my nipples through my t shirt while I was falling asleep. Even though I was exhausted and still pretty spent, I felt...
Jaymee Green is in Miami, and she’s hornier than ever. She is in town looking for dick but before we give it to her good. We need to tease her a bit. We drench her curvy body in oil. It slips down her crevices and holes. She loves it. Peter comes out with his big cock ready to thrust in her good. He grabs her by the pussy and starts worshiping it good. She is ready to get fucked. He starts nice and slow and then quickly fucks her hard and deep. Peter blows his load all over her face and...
xmoviesforyouThe first stop for shopping for any girl or woman I found out usually involves shoes. That was true today as with any other shopping day for my sisters. They spent quite a while looking at shoes. I told them that it would be nice if they were to consider their master's desires to see each of them with at least one pair of CFM shoes... 'Come Fuck Me' shoes. Kelly asked me just what degree of CFM I envisioned. I must have looked as confused as I felt. She informed me that CFMs come in...
For the rest of the week, Steve had half-expected a police cruiser to pull him over every time he climbed into the pickup and went somewhere. By the second day, when there'd been no knocks on the door in the middle of the night and no uniformed cops had come to the construction site to pick him up, he began to relax. His bitter promise to the man who'd been with Barbara not withstanding, he knew he had no legitimate defense to any charge the district attorney might bring against him. While...
A few weeks later, Francine arrives at her desk for work. She is waiting nervously to find out if she got the promotion to superviser or not. She gets settled into her cubicle when Nicole walks up to her. ‘Hey Francine.’ Nicole says resting her hand on her shoulder. ‘Hey Nicole what is up?’ Francine looks at her. ‘Ms. Hendricks would like to see you in about an hour.’ Nicole says before walking away. Francine smiles a bit thinking she is getting the promotion. Meanwhile in Ms. Hendricks’...
“You are not my Tal or apprentice, so ‘Senior Gid’ or my whole name ‘Gid Chu’ is acceptable. This is how big brother Ariel told you to refer to him, might as well do the same with me”. Former Supreme Ruler Gid Chu Takeda exuded no air of haughtiness as one who grew up learning about the feats and temperament of his or her exalted founder would expect. In fact, he also did not have an iota of a cultivator’s air to him, just the impression of a middle aged man at his early forties who still...
100% fiction! hello all readers: am a regular reader of incest stories but today first time i am sharing my incest story for you and hope all of you will like. am living in mohala paras in jhelum city of pakistan. my age is 28 years. we living jointly father mother, brothers wife, 3 sisters and i. elder brother settled in u.k. am true telling that before this i did not taste sex. we are little modern family. i have own shop in sarai alamgeer of photo studio. we all r well educated. my two...
IncestI am not sure when I first heard of biorhythms. Certainly I was a teenager then, maybe as young as 12. You read about a lot of things at that age and don't know whether to believe them or not. I'm still not sure about biorhythms. The idea is that everyone has a physical cycle that is 23 days long, an emotional one that lasts 28 days, and a mental one that goes for 33 days, all starting on the day you are born. This was less complicated and easier to accept than, say, astrology. It...
No more Doctor nice Guy Part 12 I did not go home with Zac Smith. Part way through our pash session I was able to regain some self control and contain my crazy. A predictable sentiment rattling around my brain was catalystic enough to induce cessation. 'What the hell are you doing Alex?' I self scolded. It seemed to be my standard introspection. At least currently. I was broken-hearted, afraid and a hormonal mess. It was pretty clear these were the impetus for my actions....
Doctor Who: The Doctors Pet’s Part 1 Rose Tyler M/F, Voyeur, MC. Story takes place immediately after The Christmas Invasion. Rose said goodbye once again to her mum. The World was safe again and the Doctor was not willing to stick around. They boarded the TARDIS and it faded away. “so were too” the Doctor asked, Rose just shrugged. “Before anything else I need a shower”. Rose left the main control room heading to the shower, as soon as she left the control room The Doctor went to the centre...
Mind ControlNote: The following is purely fictional. Any similarity to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. VIS- A-VIS The noise was deafening. The occasional muffled screams somewhere distant were even more frightful. There were over fifty of us in a room twenty by twenty with five long rows of narrow wooden benches toward the center. Some of the other women were standing at the bars. Others were asleep on the...
“I made a bet that I probably shouldn’t have with Karen after her training was over,” Mike admittedly with a regretful expression on his face. “Chicken shit,” Karen expressed disdain for Mike when he said he should not have made the life-changing bet with is wife. “I followed through with my end when I lost,” Mike said without explaining the conditions of the bet other than what happened if he won or lost. “If I won, then Karen would enter orientation again and become the slave, I always...
‘Hey, how are you? Enjoying it so far?!’ he asked embracing me and ruffling my hair. ‘No, not in the least mate. End of the first and we’re only up 1-0, what’s all that about? We should be all over them!’ ‘Trust me, we’ll win.’ ‘I hope so, see you later anyway I don’t wanna miss the start of the second.’ I went and took my seat for the beginning of the second period and tried to shake off the sick feeling washing over me at the thought my team might not make it into the play-off final. A...
(another oldy from my files) It was another party at my best friend's place. Sam and Carol were great married friends of mine who happened to be married to each other and they loved to have a party. Sam and I had gone to college together in the early 80's, roommates for awhile until he moved in with Carol. I hated their moving in together. Sam used to sneak Carol into the dorm and I had watched them make love more times than I can remember. Carol had a great body and I loved watching Sam her...
JJ was turning from her drive onto the main road, a long fifteen minutes had passed since entering her drive. Eileen spent ten minutes trying to explain, just making matters worse, and after she finally had the opportunity to introduce JJ to each of her friends, gave him a pitiful look. He said to the group, "You girls have a good time, and Eileen, I will call you in the morning." Her expression showed pain as she smiled and mouthed, "Thank you, I love you." His prick was throbbing and...
You'd known I'd been seeing my gf for a month or so now and bits of hers was appearing round the house but as a good cuckquean you appreciated that she is a big part of my life now since she gets my cock and cum almost daily.You'd never met and you was happy as you got to hear all the naughty stories later, see some naughty photos that she sends you of me and most of all you got to clean my cock after I'd been with her.You'd started to work out that I wasn't just using her arse and mouth like...
It’s a dangerous idea, but that’s what you love about it and what makes it exciting. You’ve observed him for many months now. He lives in the apartment building across the street and often parks his car, a black BMW 350i Coupe, on the street, rather than in his garage, why you don’t know. Does he have a partner? Is her car parked in the garage? You’re pretty sure he doesn’t. You would have seen her by now. There must be some reason he parks on the street, but it’s a mystery. He’s handsome,...
My wife called and told me to take my time coming home, she was busy getting something ready. She wouldn't tell me what she was doing but just said, "you'll find out." Well that made me want to get home quicker. My wife was 5'6", 120, red hair, 36C and a firm tight ass, and loved mini skirts, thigh hi's and no panties. I pulled into the garage and went in the house and found it quiet, I yelled for my wife. I heard a giggle and she said back here in the guest room. I walked back to the room and...