MLSiaF ch 33

"PARIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS!" Robin screamed at the top of her lungs. I winced and looked around self-consciously. No reaction. I guess people around here were used to tourists freaking out. Paris [i]was[/i] kind of a big deal.

Robin grabbed Mom’s and my wrist and dragged us toward the baggage claim, Dad following along chuckling. He wouldn’t be if he was the one getting dragged along! He knew how big Robin was downstairs as well as most of the other ways she was amazing, but he hadn’t felt her strength like I had, or like Mom was right now!

And speaking of how amazing she was, she had chosen her absolute fanciest clothes and was actually wearing makeup for this trip. And if she had been a 10 out of 10 before, she outright broke the scale now. Which she definitely did. She had been turning heads all day, nobody able to figure out that she was still a few days from 15 years old. And with a dress that short, it was little wonder.

High-heeled boots, tight, bust-emphasizing clothes with a push-up bra, wide hoop earrings, Ray Bans, a sun hat, cherry red lipstick, and her long golden hair flowing free. It was like she was a different person entirely. I would have to ask her that night how she kept her bulge from showing. Her strong, toned arms and legs were plain to see though, but that didn’t deter many people. Though, seeing how popular her Instagram was getting, that was surprising me less and less.

Her excitement dropped through the floor as we stepped outside, luggage in hand, though.

“Of all the rotten luck!” she pouted, shivering.

“Well, it’s not really that surprising,” Dad noted, checking his phone. “It rains a lot in France. This is just a light drizzle, so our luck is middling, at worst.”

Robin wasn’t convinced. She had daydreamed about this trip for the past two months, and it was clear to all of us that she’d had very specific expectations, one of which had just been spoiled.

“Well, let’s just go somewhere the rain won’t bother us today and hope it’s clearer tomorrow,” I suggested. “The Louvre?” I spoke the name slowly, trying to work on my pronunciation. After learning Robin was learning several languages, I decided to try it out for myself. Learning a language, that is, not several. And I went with French, because why not?

Robin perked up at the suggestion. “Yeah! Let’s go!”

“Allons-y,” I corrected, drawing a giggle. There was one French sentence she knew.

“Alright, but not so fast,” Dad chided. “Remember it’s the most touristic museum in the world, so getting in won’t be quick.”

She let go of Mom and me and pushed Dad towards a Taxi. “Okay okay~ Let’s-- Allons-y!”

We got our luggage in the back and took our seats. I got the front, since I spoke the most French. “Allons au Louvre,” I said, hoping I hadn’t butchered it. Whatever I had just said, it got the idea across.

…

I’ll be honest, fine art- though much better than modern art- was never quite my thing. The fact of being in the most famous museum in the world was something else though, so the novelty kept me entertained while Robin impressed us with her intimate knowledge of famous painters. Yet another thing to add to the list of ways she surprised me.

After that trip was done, we got some dinner at a ‘bouchon’ in the history district, then headed to our hotel. The dinner was fantastic, easily some of the best meat I’d ever tasted. I’d heard the French knew how to do sauces, but this defied expectations. The meat was a tad redder than I was comfortable with, but the tenderness assuaged my fears. These people knew how to cook, so clearly it was the Americans who got it wrong by [i]over[/i]cooking meats. Dad agreed.

As Dad got us our hotel door cards, Mom discussed sleeping arrangements. Trying to change things up, she suggested the girls get one room and the boys get another, but Robin immediately voiced her disagreement, grabbing onto my arm and pouting until Mom just smiled and gave in. She didn’t resist much though, this was the norm for us after all.

So, exhausted and full, I was soon plopping into my bed at 3 in the afternoon, French time, but ready to sleep. I had no idea yet how bad jet lag was going to be.

But despite my need for sleep, Robin wasted no time climbing in with me. “Hey, don’t tell me you’re not going to give the birthday girl a present?”

I poked her nose. “It’s not your birthday yet, and this trip is your present.”

She giggled and nommed my ear. “You’re meeeeeeean!” She snuggled up against me. Ah, that’s where her bulge was.

I rolled over onto my stomach. “Make yourself at home,” I chuckled groggily, giving my butt a shake. “I won’t stop you.”

She giggled again and reached into her handbag for the lube.

The closet to my left had a mirrored door, so I could see in full detail as she undressed and got both of us ready. Eleven inches of 14-going-on-15 cock slapped down on my upturned butt, glistening with lube, and red with the blood pumping through it. Seeing it like this, it was almost scary how big it was, and it was anything but done growing.

My eyes fluttered shut as I felt her lubed-up head split me in two, but I opened them again to watch my little sister, drinking in the sight of her. This was the first time I’d ever been fucked by her while she was dolled up like this. It was almost like she was a different person. But those growing C-cup breasts, the toned body, thick thighs, and of course, massive cock were oh so familiar.

But I couldn’t stop my heart from throbbing as I watched those lipstick-clad lips part in pleasure. She could have stepped straight off the cover of a magazine and I wouldn’t have batted an eye. My little sister…

I came into the loose, Robin-sized condom I had slipped on, and fell asleep with her cock still slowly sliding in and out of my ass.

…

The weather cleared up the next day, to Robin’s immense delight, and we spent the entire day out and about in the city. The Eiffel tower was the obvious destination, and the shops and services in the area were more than enough to keep us occupied for the day. The view from the top was… well, not quite as spectacular as I had imagined, largely because it was in the middle of a city and not nature, but it was still breathtaking. And cold, too. Well, nothing this famous is ever quite as great as the hype makes it out to be, I figured. I wasn’t disappointed though, and neither was Robin.

On the way down, she chose to surprise us with her understanding of physics in the tower’s architecture. To be honest, I never really understood what made the Eiffel tower so special, so that was welcome. Apparently it’s a marvel of engineering, so… the more you know!

Once we touched down, she then proceeded to not impress me with her lack of inhibitions when it came to shopping. Seriously, she wanted to buy everything she laid her eyes on. It took the whole family (mostly, sometimes Mom needed convincing too) to keep her purchases to a minimum. Her subtle hints at ‘rewarding’ me for letting her get some things did sometimes bear fruit though, and we ended up back at the hotel with a few extra bags to carry, and with a perplexed Dad checking his bank account.

He had no real grounds to complain through, because the next leg of the trip was wine country, and boy did he and Mom love wine. Robin and I weren’t quite sure what to do. I was old enough to drink, but had never acquired the taste for it. Well, we’d find something.

…

We certainly found one thing that night. Despite being tired and ready for bed, I found a pair of wine glasses in the cupboard and was struck with an idea.

Robin was on the bed, watching the TV with her cock head between her lips, some of the red of her lipstick rubbing off on it already. I set a glass down on the bedside table and took ahold of her thick flesh. She looked up and let go, letting me turn her toward myself, legs dangling over the edge. She grinned. “Mm, good night blowie?” She made herself comfortable and leaned back. “I’m okay with this~”

I grinned and plunged her head to the back of my throat, and beyond. I couldn’t imagine it was far from reaching my stomach now. I pumped my whole body up and down, feeling my throat bulging as her cock stretched it wide. I pulled out after the fifth stroke and wrapped my hands around it, pumping it up and down. My throat was a little sad to be so empty, but it wouldn’t be for long.

She leaned back, stifling her moans, and enjoyed the handie. “This is different,” she said quietly, “But not bad… Wow.” True, since my mouth and ass were both warm and tight, handjobs were generally pretty much unheard of. But there were things hands could do that no mouth or butt could manage, and I showed her my stuff. She had so much cock to work with, it wasn’t hard to do. Neither of them could fully wrap around her, and even with both of my large, adult hands covering as much as they could, I still had almost half of her dick left to cover, permitting large, wide, two-handed strokes.

But before long, I let go with one hand to hold the wine glass under her head. Her eyes were closed, so she had no idea. Probably assuming I was stroking myself. Before long, she whispered, “Barry, I’m close…” and came. Her cock turned deep red and pulsed, her urethra opening up as a thick glob of cum rose from her depths to fire into the waiting glass like a pressurized hose. I didn’t get to actually see her cock cum much, since it was usually inside me… I burned it into my memory as the veins rose, throbbing powerfully, her whole length going beet red, and a cascade of white showering from her tip in rapid spurts.

I had to adjust the glass as her load reached the rim, a little bit spilling over as it finally came to a stop just before it overflowed.

“Wow…” I said softly. Her volume had still gone up.

She opened her eyes slowly, and it was her cheeks’ turn to flush bright red. “Oh…” She gulped and watched me, wide-eyed.

I smiled and slipped into bed, leaning against the wall. Pretending to ignore her, I watched the TV and sipped on my delicious, creamy drink. It was rich and salty, and tasted like Robin, and the more I drank of it- and I drank slowly, savoring it- the drowsier I felt. When I finally reached the last few drops, I just set it aside and closed my eyes.

...

After a sound sleep, the next day we found ourselves on the French bullet train, the TGV. It was surprisingly comfortable, and definitely a nice pick for my first ever train ride. Sounds seemed dulled inside, and watching the beautiful countryside zip by at blinding speed, while feeling like we were standing still was kind of neat. Robin took her tablet out and spent a bit of time writing, but for the most part, we were able to enjoy simply looking out the window at the rolling fields. I was a little surprised, actually. I’d never really heard anything about France outside of Paris, wine, and cheese, but the rural areas were beautiful. There were shades of green I had never even seen in the parts of America I had been to.

At some point I nodded off. Damn jet lag. Though I’d heard it usually took three days to adjust, so it was almost over, hopefully.

The town we stopped at was quaint. Larger in size, but with very few high-rise buildings, pretty small streets, and enough trees that it didn’t really feel like a city. This wasn’t our destination though, just a stop. We got a rental car, with the help of my sparse French, and enjoyed another 45 minutes of lovely views before pulling in at a local winery.

“This is cute!” I commented, looking at the area. “You don’t get villages like this in the US.”

It was perched up on a hill, with an old medieval church at the center of town. The houses were peach-colored, with red shingle roofs, and every house had a well trimmed-hedge around it.

“I could live in a place like this,” Robin agreed. “It seems pretty quiet, but it’s not far from a big town so you wouldn’t run out of things to do…”

“Except now,” I chuckled. “What are we supposed to do while Mom and Dad are in there trying the wine?”

“Well, we haven’t just been thinking about ourselves,” Dad said, pulling out his phone. “There’s a château nearby that the two of you could visit, and a nice nature trail you could walk along once you’re finished.”

The wine-tasting was scheduled to go on until 8 in the evening (or 20 o’clock, in French time) so we did have plenty of time to do all that. I glanced at Robin and she nodded. “That sounds interesting.”

“Are you planning on blowing me away with you knowledge of French history now, too?” I chuckled. She smirked back and got in the passenger’s seat. Mom and Dad went inside and I slipped back behind the wheel. “Well, that explains why they put me as the driver when we rented this…”

Robin smiled and pulled her tablet out of her backpack while I backed out.

“What are you writing?” I asked, once we were on the road.

“Notes, for now,” she answered. “On politics, mostly. I’m thinking I’ll write a book.”

“On what? Other than politics.”

“I’m not totally sure yet. I’m keeping things pretty broad right now, but I’ll narrow it down once I get more of a feel for things.”

I smiled. “Starting to make your mark on the world early, hm?”

She grinned, still looking at her tablet. “I’m trying.”

“Do, or do not, there is no try.” I do a pretty good imitation of Yoda, if I may say so myself. More seriously, I continued, “You’ll manage, I know it. Maybe not right away, but you start now and you’ll have plenty of time to blow us all away.”

She started humming ‘Dear Theodosia’ at that, and I joined in, soon adding the lyrics.

“Dear Theodosia, what to say to you?
You have my eyes, you have your mother’s name,
When you came into the world you cried and broke my heart.
I’m dedicating every day to you,
Domestic life was never quite my style,
When you smile…
You knock me out, I fall apart. And I thought I was so smart.”

I teared up a little bit, especially after Hamilton’s bit, where they sang about laying a foundation for their children. It resonated a lot with our experience, and I could tell Robin felt the same way. Maybe I hadn’t quite created the foundation Burr and Hamilton were, but I had done what I could to lay the foundation for that one. The rest would be up to Robin, one day.

I smiled and glanced at her the next time the words ‘you knock me out I fall apart’ came along. She smiled back, and I feigned getting knocked out for a second, before setting my yes back on the road ahead. She rewarded me with a giggle.

We soon pulled into the parking lot- which was more of a clearing of white gravel big enough to host maybe 10 cars- of the château right about when we finished singing.

“Huh, I thought it would be more… castle-y?”

“Like, with flat roofs and merlons?”

She nodded. “I didn’t expect the sloped roofs with tiles. And it looks so clean and new!”

“Well, a dusty ruin wouldn’t attract as many tourists,” I said with a shrug, as I slipped out of the car. “Though I wouldn’t mind exploring something like that.

The inside was more along the lines of what we expected, though. Few windows, long tables, doors I had to bend down to pass through without fear of bumping my head.

“Hey, there’s a suit of armor here!” Robin called from the room ahead. “Are we allowed to wear it?”

I followed after her and looked at it. “Looks like it, hm…” I studied the plaque beneath it. “I think it says we can, let me just check.” Google translated it for me and I nodded. “Yep! You want to go first?”

She shook her head. “I need to tie my hair up before I can try on chainmail…”

“Oh yeah, true. Well, ladies first, hm?” I joked.

Oof, this was heavy stuff. It wasn’t a complete suit of plate armor, mind you, just the gauntlets and helmet were solid metal. It was chainmail otherwise. “Wow this is heavier than it looks…”

“Oh really?” she giggled, her hair now pulled into a messy bun. She picked up an axe and handed it to me. I took it up and posed, expecting her to take a picture, but instead she slipped her arms under me and lifted me up.

“Hmm, it [i]is[/i] pretty heavy,” she noted, feigning boredom. I couldn’t tell if it was seriously that easy for her, or if she was just teasing.

“Do you mean that, or…?”

She grinned and started slowly walking around the room, cradling me in her arms. “Does this answer your question?”

“I guess it does.” I put my arm around her neck and made myself comfortable, waiting for her to tire out. We were the only guests at the moment, so there was no risk of anyone walking in on us. There was a security camera, but we didn’t notice that until we moved on.

It was something else. Her, in makeup, carrying her knight in shining armor- literally, this time.

After her first walk around the room I grabbed a shield in passing and slipped it over my arm, but she didn’t miss a beat, even giving me a few pumps up and down in her arms. “Damn, you’re as strong as an ox now,” I said quietly. I held my phone up again, this time switching it to a recording.

She rocked me playfully in her arms. “And still getting stronger. Hmm, do you think there is a point where it’s ‘too strong’?” she asked, casually but with a faint hint of worry that only I could have picked up on.

I shook my helmeted head. “No. You could lift this whole castle and I’d still like to see you get stronger.”

She laughed. “Well, I doubt that’s ever going to happen, but I’ll definitely not be slacking on my strength workouts any time soon.”

I smiled and leaned my forehead against hers, cool metal on skin, “You’re amazing.”

She smiled, then grunted and set me down, stepping back and stretching her arms. “Whoo… Okay, I’m worn out now.”

I took my helmet off. “Your turn?”

She shook her head, smiling again, “No. You’re the knight in shining armor here.”

I chuckled, blushing, and took it off, setting it back where I found it, and we moved on.

A steep, narrow staircase took us to the top of the highest tower. The ‘donjon’, as it was called. From the windows we could see the countryside all around. It was beautiful and quaint at the same time.

“Hey Barry,” she said quietly. “There are no cameras up here…”

I looked back at her with a raised brow. “No, not in here. I mean, it’s a nice thought, but I’d really rather not risk it.”

She pouted, but nodded. It was a good thing she valued my feelings so much, because there was no doubt now that she could get anything she wanted from me just by muscling it out. Instead, we enjoyed the view, took a few more pictures, and then finished the tour by exploring the grounds a bit.

Chatting idly about unrelated subjects, we returned to the car and headed toward the nature trail Dad had mentioned.

I had expected something more like a green trail in a town, but it was really out in the boonies. We drove even farther out of the town limits, to where only farmers lived, and stopped on a dirt lot next to an opening in the trees.

“This is it,” I said, slightly surprised. “Not what I was expecting.”

“Huh.” She stepped out and took a deep breath. “Mmm, the air is nice here.”

“Yeah, so clear. And a little crisp, too.”

The trail wasn’t particularly developed, only kept clear by the feet that tread there regularly. It was wide enough for a car to pass through, but too rocky and uneven for that. But it was pretty, too, with blackberry bushes growing along the side, the berries still green and unripe, and with trees I didn't recognize growing overhead.

The best part was the end, though. The trail widened, ferns growing on the side, until it opened into a clearing. In the middle sat what looked like a concrete table, and all around the ground dipped, full of ferns and grass. It looked like something out of a video game. Like you could find the Master Sword sticking out of the table, or a legendary Pokémon sitting on top of it. The trees had thinned as well, giving us a view of the area all around. I hadn’t realized we had ascended so much during the walk.

“Wow…” Robin said in a hushed tone. She stepped toward the table. “Oh Barry, look!”

I followed her and did look. “Huh, it’s a map. Sort of.”

A circle was painted on the square table, depicting the area all around. A landscape painting that wrapped around like a panorama.

Robin pointed at some of the words painted on it. “What does this say?”

“It’s the name of a mountain. And this is a town, here. So this, off in the distance, is where we’re catching the train tonight. And here’s Paris, though you can’t see it on the map itself.”

We looked around, finding the landmarks depicted- mostly hills and mountains- and just generally enjoying the view.

We soon lapsed into silence and looked at each other, the same thought on our minds.

Robin unbuttoned her blouse while I took off my shirt. Neither of us had dressed up like she had in Paris, since today wasn’t going to be anything really special. Her shorts, bra, and panties, and the last of my clothes soon ended up in a pile on the table. I waited a moment, my average cock erect in the crisp air while I watched her strip, her beautiful body open, nothing to hide her flawless skin, burgeoning breasts, or fat cock from anyone who happened to look out way. But up here, it was a pretty safe bet no one was going to.

When she finished, she grinned at me and pounced. I yelped and fell over, and the two of us tumble into the ferns. She straddled me and grinned triumphantly, “Are you ready for this, my sexy big brother?”

My cock throbbed against her butt. “Take me, my goddess.”

Grinning wider, she got up and flipped me over, then knelt down in front of me. I scooted closer and wasted no time, grabbing her hips and sliding her cock down my throat until my nose pressed against her abs. She moaned and ran her fingers through my dark hair. I closed my eyes and bobbed my head, dick throbbing as I felt her turgid meat slide out of my throat far enough to let me breathe, then back down, getting it nice and slick.

After only a few pumps she pulled out and turned me around. I leaned back and grabbed her shoulders for support as she grabbed me under the thighs and hoisted me into the air, my back squishing her boobs between us. I took her cock and lined its slick head up with my ass, and relaxed my muscles. It wasn’t long before I was sighing, dick pulsing in the open air, the goats in the pasture nearby our audience as she slid her 11 inches into me. I nuzzled her hair, much too tall to kiss her face, as I let her 14 year-old cock stretch my 24 year-old ass wide, and make it her own.

She lowered me down until my cheeks were squished against her hips, then shifted her grip, wrapping her arms around my legs, pressing my knees to my chest with my completely outclassed cock hanging free, and started to thrust in and out with her hips.

“Sorry, my arms are tired,” she chuckled breathlessly.

“It’s okay,” I said, wrapping an arm around her neck. “I kinda wish I was wearing that armor though…”

She giggled. “I wish.”

I pictured her holding me up like this, the heavy chainmail, gauntlets, helmet, and all, just with my pants pulled down so she could fuck me. She would do it if she could. And the thought brought me to orgasm almost right away, my pecker splattering the ferns in front of us with a load bigger than I could ever manage without her fucking me. Still nothing compared to hers through.

Suddenly she stopped, and I did too. What was it?

Oh shit, voices.

She stood up quickly and scrambled to the table, still holding me up. I grabbed our clothes and she hobbled around behind a cluster of trees, carefully sitting down. I gulped and clung to her, hardly daring to breathe.

After a few seconds, the voices were right next to us. They approached the table. I noticed the word ‘aplati’ thrown in there. French for ‘flattened’. They must have noticed the ferns we trampled. Our bad, seriously. I did feel a little bad about that. But I felt too good about Robin’s cock being in my ass to worry about it.

And speaking of which, Robin was feeling very warm right now… While the strangers continued talking, she started to lift me up again, and then bring me down slowly. So slowly and carefully. If we got caught here, I would die of shame, and so would she. But the shame was forgotten as she picked the pace up ever so slightly, pressing her head hard against my prostate with every thrust. I swallowed and bit my lip, silencing any moans before they emerged, as did she.

I came again before five minutes had gone by, white cum flying out over the small purple flowers on the side of the hill in front of us.

There was the sound of scuffling feet, and the crunch of dirt underfoot as the strangers eventually turned back. At least fifteen minutes had gone by, and I could feel my ass teetering toward a third orgasm.

As the French people passed right behind us, Robin’s cock throbbed and I could feel the heat of her cum fill me, but no moan came out of either of us. The warmth and throbbing quickly sent me over the edge again, a watery, thin few drops leaking from my tip while her thick, cup-full of cum filled my bowels, each spurt as big as a whole load from me.

We sat there, panting quietly as we listened to their receding footsteps. When they were finally inaudible, we allowed ourselves a full breath.

Robin got to her feet and sighed, walking back to the table, me still clutched in her arms. I dropped the clothes back on the table and she started to set me down. My knees touched down, but she didn't let go of my midriff. "We still have a good three hours," she said in my ear. She gave a small thrust that made me tense up. She hadn't deflated at all inside me. And I was right back to being hard again.

She pushed me down onto my hands and grabbed my hair with one hand, pulling my head back. I didn't protest, moaning meekly. "Good Barry~" she purred, drawing her cock slowly back. Then with a loud slap, she drove herself back in all the way, cock rolling over my prostate, my nose stopping just short of the concrete leg holding the table up.

...

A little late, we pulled up in front of the winery, clothes straightened up and my butt still smarting from being rutted doggy-style for two hours. Mom and Dad didn't bore us with the details of their evening, instead asking how things went for us. We left out the obvious details, but told them all about the views we were treated  to, and the things we saw in the château.

Then the conversation turned to Robin. She was turning 15 the next day, and we didn't know the plan yet. Well, we would find out soon enough.