(Part 2 of 2)
* VII *
The daily rigors of college and the blossoming relationship with my
boyfriend, Mark, teamed to successfully divert my thoughts from my
brother, at least for the most part. Still, he was never out of my mind
for long. Accordingly, it was with very mixed, very confused feelings
that I approached the last few days of the school year and the tug of
war that represented my sadness at the upcoming separation from my
boyfriend versus the pending reunion with Jamie.
My summer plans were simple - return home and go to work in the office
of Dad's construction company, just as I had the summer before. Mark's
plans also called for his return home. Unfortunately, home for him was
slightly over two hours from my home. Still, we planned on getting
together at least every other week; more often if we could.
* * *
I pulled into the driveway at home at 10:00 AM, the rental trailer Mark
helped me load the day before in tow. The house was, as I expected,
deserted. It would be a bit over four hours before Jamie's last day of
high school came to a close and, if he didn't get otherwise distracted,
twenty or thirty minutes after that before he'd arrive home. Three hours
after that the parents were due home. That gave me plenty of time to
unload the trailer and unpack my things - and to get ready for Jamie.
* * *
I staked my position near the front door shortly after 2:00 PM, one eye
idly scanning a magazine, the other locked on the front window and the
driveway beyond. It was 2:25 when his car pulled up out front.
I hastily set the magazine down and stood up, backing away from the
window to avoid being seen - not that he couldn't tell from the car and
trailer in the driveway that I was home. Still . . .
It wasn't until he exited his car and started up the driveway that I
knew he was alone. It was then that I started up the stairs, removing my
robe and tossing it on the stairs where he couldn't possibly miss it,
before disappearing into his room.
But apparently Jamie was on to my little game, keeping me waiting for
nearly five minutes before I finally heard his footsteps moving up the
stairs.
He rounded the corner slowly, pausing in the doorway to examine my naked
body as I sat perched on the edge of his bed, leaning backwards on my
elbows with my legs slightly spread. It was a good fifteen seconds
before he stepped into the room and held out my robe.
"Yours, I presume?"
I couldn't help the small grin that slid across my lips, but I said
nothing, watching as he tossed the robe casually aside and stepped
towards the bed, not stopping until he stood immediately before me.
Twenty seconds passed before I finally broke the silence.
"Well," I challenged, "are you just going to stand there and stare at me?"
A devilish smile snuck across his lips. "Yep."
I took a slow, deep breath before meeting his smile with one of my own.
"Have it your way, Little Brother," I said as I slid my arms aside and
lowered myself onto the bed below him.
I licked my lips seductively, my hands sliding over my breasts and down
my sides as I arched my back and rocked my hips. I slid my hands over my
stomach and down to my thighs, spreading them wide for my little
brother's review, certain he could see the glistening lips of my
womanhood staring back at him. Then I slid them teasingly over those
same lips before sliding them back to my breasts.
I pinched my nipples, pulling them, twirling them, before sliding my
hands fully over my heaving orbs and squeezing. And then I stretched my
right foot out, sliding it between his legs and up to his crotch, only
to have him brush it aside with his arm.
I pouted briefly at his rebuttal before sliding my left hand down to my
pussy and easing my fingers in as I bit my lower lip. A moment later my
right hand moved to join my left, attacking my clit as I arched my back
hungrily.
Once again I ran my tongue teasingly over my lips. "Did you miss me, Little Brother?" I asked in a cracking voice.
His answer was everything I hoped it would be as he lowered himself to
his knees and placed his hands on my thighs. And as he pushed my legs
even further apart I shoved my fingers deep inside my dripping pussy and
moaned.
"Oh, baby, I've missed you so much," I whispered as my hands continued their work.
For his part, Jame seemed content to just watch me squirming before him.
And although I'd normally be more than happy to perform for him, at the
moment I was in need of something more.
"Don't tease me, Little Brother," I pleaded. "Not now. Please not now."
He smiled. "Tell me what you want, Sis."
I gasped, shoving the fingers of my right hand into my pussy while my left hand moved to my clit. "Please, baby," I groaned.
"Tell me," he said, still not moving.
"Oh, God. You know what I want," I panted. "I want your hands squeezing
my breasts, and then playing with my clit. And I want your tongue in my
pussy. Please, baby. Please hurry."
He didn't hurry, but he at least began to move, leaning forward and
reaching out for my breasts, sliding onto them and squeezing, massaging,
and mashing them into my chest.
"Like this?"
"Oh, yeah, baby, just like that."
And while my hands were frantically working my pussy and clit, he
continued to massage by bosom, continuing to play with my breasts like
he owned them.
After what seemed like forever, he eased his hands off my breasts and
down my stomach, pulling my hands away from my pussy and replacing them
with his own, one on my love button, the other sliding easily in and out
of my pussy.
"And like this?" he asked teasingly.
"Oh, God yes!" I gasped, my hands each grabbing a handful of blanket as I arched my back, writhing atop the bed below him.
"And like this?" he asked one more time, just before his tongue flicked across my engorged button.
"Yes, yes, yes!" I screamed out, thrashing wildly beneath him as my
orgasm finally struck, sending those wonderful waves of ecstasy washing
over my body.
"Oh, yes, Little Brother," I said softly when I began regaining my senses. "Just like that."
I eased myself up to a sitting position and pulled him up beside me.
Then I slid to my knees before him and pushed him down on the bed. And
as my fingers released his belt and pant button, I smiled, easing his
pants down his legs.
"Congratulations on finishing High School, Little Brother," I smiled. "I
have a little something special for you." A moment later I was purring
contentedly with my mouth sliding up and down his wonderful cock.
* VIII *
My first week home from school proved to be a hectic one, starting with
Jamie's graduation ceremony the first Sunday and concluding with an open
house house for a few hundred of his and my parent's closest friends
the following Saturday. By the time Saturday night came I was ready to
sleep for a month.
For the next week everything seemed to run fairly smoothly - me working
with Dad, Mom at her job and Jamie just bumming around, allegedly
looking for work.
Tragedy didn't strike until Friday night, two weeks after I'd arrived home.
* * *
When two cops come to your front door in the middle of the night you
know it's trouble. When one's wearing a suit, you know it's really bad.
"Is this the residence of Michael and Elizabeth Johnson?" the one in the suit asked after I opened the door.
I nodded my head uneasily, my heart pounding in my chest. "Yes, Sir."
"Are you their daughter?"
Again I nodded my head.
"I don't know how to tell you this, ma'am, but there was a tragic
accident earlier this evening. I'm afraid your parents didn't make it . .
."
The rest of his words were lost to me as my knees began to wobble and my
body began to shake. A moment later I was falling to the floor, saved
only by the quick, strong hands of the Officer.
As they were helping me to the sofa, Jamie emerged from his room and started down the steps.
"Jenna," he asked, concern in his voice, "what's going on?"
* * *
I never realized how fast word gets around, but it certainly does. By
10:00 AM the next day both of my Mom's sisters were at our house, as was
my Dad's brother. Somehow, with their support, we managed to make it
through all the details that needed to be tended to that first day.
It was early Saturday evening when Chuck Martin, Dad's business partner,
and his wife showed up. Dad and Mr. Martin had been partners since
before Jamie and I were born. He and his wife had been there for almost
every special occasion in our lives. They were the nearest thing to
family you could be without actually being related.
There was about a half hour of the usual commiseration before Mr. Martin
cleared his throat. "I know this isn't the best time to talk business,
but there's a couple things I think you two need to know," he said,
looking first at me, then at Jamie.
To summarize what it took him an hour to explain, Dad and Mr. Martin had
several legal contracts and insurance policies in place which, in a
nutshell, would both require and provide the means for the company to
buy back Dad's stock in the company from his estate. The long and the
short of it was that Jamie and I were going to be well taken care of -
very well taken care of!
* * *
The funeral was Friday, followed by a gathering at Mr. and Mrs. Martin's
home. When that ended, despite the strenuous objections of our Aunts
and Uncles, Jamie and I went home together, alone in our home for the
first time since the accident.
That was the first night we actually slept together, our naked bodies
intertwined as we each sought comfort in the arms of the other.
* IX *
At first time seemed to drag, with everything I saw or did reminding me
of Mom and Dad. Mark came to see me almost every weekend, and on the few
he missed, I'd go see him. And of course, there was Jamie.
Our Aunts and Uncles made a strong argument that Jamie, at least, should
come live with them and that we should sell the house. It took them a
while, but they finally came to grips with the fact that Jamie and I
were both adults now, and that this house was the only home we'd ever
known.
And although life would never again be truly like it was, eventually a
new normal began to emerge and somehow, Jamie and I found a way to
continue living.
* * *
It was Friday night, the first week in August, roughly six weeks after
my parents death. I'd been out partying with my girl friends, not
returning home until midnight. I entered through the garage and made my
way through the house, finding Jamie watching a move in the family room.
"Hi, Little Brother," I said, slurring the words slightly from a few too many glasses of wine. "What 'cha watching?"
"Oh, just some movie," he answered.
"Mind if I join you?"
"Sure," he replied, a smile sneaking across lips in anticipation of the
fun and games that had become a normal part of our lives.
"I'll just go get comfortable," I said, swaying my hips teasingly as I exited the room.
I returned a few minutes later, my short silky robe the only garment I
wore, and slid wordlessly onto the couch next to Jamie, turning my
attention to the TV.
It took about fifteen seconds for me to turn to Jamie and ask, "What the
hell are you watching, anyway?" as the scenes from the obviously low
budget film slid across the screen.
Jamie laughed lightly, shaking his head. "Just wait a minute. It gets better."
I looked at him for a moment before turning back to the set. "I sure hope so," I muttered under my breath.
About two minutes later the scene shifted quickly, moving to a
dungeon-like room where a middle-aged man slowly paced the floor in
front of young woman. The problem was the totally naked woman's wrists
were in handcuffs and stretched above her head, attached to a rope that
descended from the ceiling.
"Little Brother!" I gasped in mock shock.
"I told you it got better."
I didn't reply, my attention instead riveted to the screen. I watched as
the man took a scarf and tied it around the woman's mouth, gagging her.
And I watched as the man picked up a flogger and began pacing slowly
around the woman like a dangerous animal about to move in for the kill.
And when he pulled back his hand and threw the leather strands of the
flogger at the woman's backside I gasped, turning instinctively towards
my brother, only to find him staring at me with an up-to-no-good smile
on his face.
"What?" I challenged, knowing full well what was on his mind.
"I knew you'd like it," he said, his smile growing measurably larger.
Like it? Hell, yes I liked it! Problem was, I couldn't admit that to
Jamie; at least not without making him work a bit. After all, a girl
shouldn't be too easy, now, should she?
"Like it?" I responded, feigning repulsion. "I think it's disgusting!"
But Jamie didn't buy it, instead laughing out loud. "Yeah, like I'm
going to believe that my sister - little Miss Innocent - ever saw a sex
scene she didn't like."
I crossed my arms beneath my breasts indignantly, turning my head away.
"Really, now," I huffed, even as I squirmed uncomfortably on the couch.
The next thing I knew Jamie was reaching across my chest, holding my
forearms captive with one hand while his other hand was sliding under my
robe and up my thighs, diving easily into my dripping pussy as I gasped
in honest surprise.
Before I could say anything, Jamie spoke, sliding his fingers in and out
of me as he did. "Tell me, Sis, if you find it so disgusting, why is
your pussy so wet?
"I . . ." I started to answer before he once again surprised me, pulling
his fingers from my pussy, grabbing hold of my wrists and pulling my
arms apart before releasing them, ripping the sash of my robe open,
grabbing me by the back of the neck and pulling me face down across his
lap.
I yelled out, truly shocked at his aggressiveness as he pushed my face
into the seat cushion, muffling my protests. Then, with his left hand
holding my head down firmly, his right hand quickly worked the robe off
my squirming body. Next he released my head, but my freedom was
short-lived as he grabbed each of my wrists and pulled them behind my
back, crossing them wrist to elbow, elbow to wrist, positioning them so
they could be held with one hand.
"Jamie, let me up," I ordered as my naked body squirmed atop his lap.
But he ignored me, instead working at something with his free hand.
"Jamie, I'm warning you." But even as the threat left my mouth I knew he
wouldn't. Further, I knew I'd be disappointed if he did.
It was then that I found out what his free hand had been doing as he
worked the sash that used to be attached to my robe around forearms,
tying them tightly behind my back and rendering them completely useless.
Once he was satisfied that my arms were securely bound he released
them, only to grab hold of the excess sash with his left hand and pull
it to the back of my neck, where he could keep my arms draw up tightly,
almost uncomfortably, and still hold my head steady against the cushion.
Then he slid his right hand over my ass, between my legs and onto my
pussy.
"You're hurting me," I gasped, finding myself in a position I'd never
before been in - naked and hog-tied, spread out across a man's lap and
completely helpless.
But Jamie said nothing, content to just sit there, holding me, controlling me, while his right hand fondled my pussy.
I gasped again, shifting as best I could to minimize the pain in my
arms, back, neck and hair while maximizing the pleasure to my pussy.
"So, you find the movie disgusting, do you?" he finally challenged.
I somehow managed to nod my head. "Yes."
He withdrew his right hand from my pussy suddenly and delivered a sharp, stinging blow to my fanny.
"Ow!" I screamed. "That hurts."
"All the more reason to tell the truth, then, isn't it, Sis?" And no
sooner had the words left his mouth then another blow landed on my ass.
"Ow," I screamed out again. "Okay," I said, giving in quicker then I'd planned. "I liked it a little."
He moved his right hand back over my ass and to my pussy, sliding his
fingers in hard, and then pumping them in, then out, then in . . .
"Just a little?" he questioned in a softer voice, continuing to work my
pussy with his right hand while his left held the sash, continuing to
hold my neck against the cushion.
I spread my legs to allow him easier access, panting as the rash of
emotions overwhelmed my senses. "Okay, a lot," I managed to gasp. "I
liked it a lot."
Although he continued working my pussy, the tone of his voice changed noticeably. "So, you lied to me?"
"I . . ." I tried to respond, but he cut me off.
"You lied to me, trying to bait me into dominating you just like the man
was dominating the woman in the movie, didn't you?" he challenged in a
hard voice.
"Yes!" I gasped. "Oh God, yes!"
Then his hand stopped pumping my pussy, although he didn't withdraw it,
and he spoke in a voice I almost had to strain to hear. "So, in addition
to being a flirt, a tease and an exhibitionist, it turns out you're
also a lying, cheating, conniving bitch."
I said nothing, knowing not only by the words but by the tone of his
voice that no answer would save me. I had baited my little brother,
hoping to bring out a different side of him. And now . . .
His right hand withdrew quickly from my pussy, taking aim on my bare,
exposed butt-cheeks. The blows were hard, and they came in a measured
slowness designed to maximize not only the physical, but the mental
pain. I screamed out after every blow, calling his name, begging him to
stop, no longer certain in my own mind if my pleadings were real or
merely part of the game.
The one thing I did know, however, was that the blows hurt.
He stopped after twenty blows, releasing my head and sash from his left
hand, before grabbing both my shoulders and pulling me up.
"On your feet," he ordered, giving me no time to recover, my body
somehow reacting on its own even through the ache in my backside.
When I managed to make it to my feet he rose to his, moving to the
coffee table and pushing the magazines that occupied it to the floor.
"Lie down," he ordered. "Face up."
I was so dazed that I didn't even realize I'd called him Sir as I
acknowledged his order and moved to obey, easing my tender cheeks onto
the cold, hard table.
Once I was in position he grabbed the end of the sash, slid it under my
ass and between my legs, pulling it up so it was rubbing over my pussy
and clit.
"Slide up some more," he said, pulling the sash towards my head. I
hurried to obey, slithering up until my head reached the edge of the
table.
But apparently that wasn't enough. "More," he ordered, again tugging on
the sash. By the time I'd moved enough to satisfy him, my head was
completely over the edge of the table, stretching my neck taught as it
dangled over the edge.
Although he now had me in the position he wanted, he continued to hold
the sash over my pussy as he towered over me, staring down on my
nakedness as my hips began to gyrate, rubbing my hungry pussy against
the sash.
But he only allowed me my pleasure for a few seconds before casting the
sash aside. "Now," he said menacingly, "you're going to get what's
coming to you."
I strained my neck to look up at him, seeing a look in his eyes that I'd
never seen before as, for a brief moment, it occurred to me that my
little brother intended to fuck me. And at that same moment it occurred
to me that, even if I were able, I wouldn't stop him.
But instead of moving towards my feet, he moved to my head, pushing his
pajama pants over his hips and down his legs as he dropped to his knees,
grabbed hold of my head with one hand and guided his engorged cock to
my mouth with his other.
And there I was, spread out on my back, my hands tied behind me and my
legs spread wide, my head hanging over the edge of the table with my
brother's cock shoved deep inside my mouth. Never before had I been so
dominated, so exposed, so completely under another person's control. And
never had I been so desperate to cum.
For several long moments he didn't move, content to hover over me with
his cock jammed in my mouth until, finally, his fingers took hold of my
nipples, squeezing them, twirling them, even as he began sliding his
meat in and out of my mouth.
Even with him in my mouth I managed a groan as I arched my back,
increasing the friction on my nipples. And I rolled my hips, searching
for something to rub against my pussy, but finding nothing but air.
As he continued to stoke in and out of my mouth, I somehow managed a
desperate, pleading groan as I lifted my hips off the table. A moment
later Jamie answered my pleading, leaning forward to slide his hand
between my widespread thighs and onto my button, stroking it as I
pressed myself against his marvelous fingers.
I came almost immediately, my body going rigid as the orgasm struck like
a tidal wave, rendering me nearly unconscious; yet still, Jamie stroked
on, picking up the pace now, a little bit faster, a little bit harder.
And while I was still swimming from my orgasm, he slid his hands to my
waist, grabbed on tight and began pounding his meat into my helpless
mouth, finally going rigid himself as he began filling me with his seed.
And then he leaned forward, resting his hands on the table beside me to
support himself as he tried to gather his wits. It was several minutes
before he finally backed away from me and stood up, pulling his pajama
pants up as he did, and moved to the couch to sit down. And it was
another several minutes after that before I rolled to my feet and joined
him on the couch, curling up in the fetal position on his lap as he
stroked my still naked body tenderly.
* * *
I awoke sometime later, alone on the couch; still naked with hands bound behind me.
I struggled to my feet and made my way towards the stairs and my
brother's bedroom. When I got there the door was open, with Jamie
sleeping soundly on his bed. I entered the room silently, sliding across
the floor until I was beside the bed and sat down carefully on its
edge.
For several minutes I stared at my brother, marveling at the
transformation that was occurring in him. And I couldn't help wondering
where we would go from here, or how long we could continue this
dangerous game of ours before it jumped up and bit us.
I'd been sitting there maybe five minutes, these thoughts and more
running through my mind, when Jamie began to stir, opening his eyes and
looking up at me.
I smiled at him. "I need to go to the bathroom."
"So?" he responded, his sleep fogged mind not quite comprehending.
So I turned on the bed and presented my backside to him. "So," I
retorted, "unless you're planning on helping me, I'll need my hands
untied."
He laughed lightly, sitting up and reaching for the sash. Once I was
free I stood up and left the room, heading for the bathroom. When I
returned to his room, Jamie was once again asleep, so I eased in beside
him, falling quickly asleep with my body draped across his.
* X *
Mark, my boyfriend, arrived at 2:00 the next day. As normal we did
nothing special, just the usual weekend stuff. At least it was usual
until later that evening when he took me to a fancy restaurant for
dinner, following it up with a romantic stroll along the river. It was
there, while sitting on a bench and staring at the moonlight reflecting
on the water, that Mark asked me to marry him.
I didn't hesitate with my acceptance, but as I fell into his arms and
pulled him against me, the tears running down my cheeks were as much for
Jamie as for Mark; or me.
I'm sure most people could never understand how I could love Mark as I
do - and I do love him - and still be involved with Jamie. But to me, it
made perfect sense. Jamie, after all, was my brother. What we had was
special, but fleeting. It was something we both needed; something we
held onto it as long as we could, both knowing deep inside that that
once it was over, it would be over forever.
* * *
In a way, it's ironic how the events of that weekend unfolded. The most
amazing thing that ever happened to me sexually was the Friday night
when Jamie tied me up and dominated me. But that was ten months ago, and
it was the last time Jamie and I were together.
Perhaps our withdrawal from each other was made easier when I returned
to college that fall to complete my final year, leaving Jamie home to
attend college locally and care for the house, which we'd decided to
keep. And perhaps, too, it was made easier when Jamie found another girl
to occupy his thoughts.
However we got past it, we both knew that what happened between us had
changed us forever. Never again would we be just brother and sister; we
were so very much more than that. I guess that's why the morning before
Mark and I were to exchange our vows, I couldn't shake the funny feeling
that was churning inside me.
* * *
The wedding rehearsal was at 5:30 that afternoon, followed by the
rehearsal dinner. And throughout it all, still that funny feeling
lingered. Dinner came to an end shortly before 9:00 and we all filed out
of the restaurant, Mark and I stepping aside for one final moment
before we went our separate ways - him with his parents, me with Jamie.
"Are you headed for bed, Sis?" Jamie asked as we entered the house.
I looked him in the eyes. "I was hoping we could sit together for a few minutes."
Jamie nodded his head, smiling easily. "Sure, I'd like that."
"I'll just go get comfortable," I said. "I won't be long."
It wasn't until I walked into my room and saw the big lonely bed that I
realized what was bothering me. And at that moment it was like my heart
stopped beating as my breath caught in my throat. When I finally got
myself back under control I turned for the closet and began removing my
clothes, knowing full well what I needed to do.
I selected the same revealing negligee I wore that day I first surprised
Jamie in the bathroom, and a pair of matching side-tie thongs. I spent a
few extra minutes pimping myself in the mirror, making sure everything
was just right, before finally turning for the door. By the time I
entered the family room my heart was about to burst out of my chest.
Jamie was laid back on the sofa, eyes closed, soft music playing on the
stereo. He sensed my presence almost immediately, opening his eyes and
turning towards me. And when he saw what I was wearing, his mouth fell
open in shock.
"Jenna?" he said in a questioning voice.
"Shhh," I said as I slid beside him on the couch, resting my head on his shoulder as I pulled his arm around me. "Just hold me."
At first I could feel the tension in his body, but when I reached over
and began running my hand over his chest I could sense the tension
changing to excitement. I took a deep breath and snuggled closer, a
contented sigh escaping my lips as Jamie's hand reached for my head to
brush the hair from my eyes.
It was then that I turned to face him and leaned in, opening my lips to meet his.
That kiss was the softest, most tender kiss we'd ever shared, yet it
somehow manage to strike my soul like no kiss had ever done before. And
when we finally broke the kiss I pushed myself back just enough to look
him square in the eyes.
"Make love to me, Little Brother," I whispered.
For several moments he sat there, neither questioning nor challenging
me, just staring into my eyes as if they and only they could provide the
guidance he needed. It seemed like hours, yet in reality only a handful
of seconds passed before he reached out, took my head in his hands and
pulled my lips to his. And when the kiss ended he took hold of my hand
and rose to his feet, leading me towards the stairs and to his bedroom
beyond.
There was a pounding in my chest when we finally entered his room and
moved towards the bed. We turned to face each other as we stood at the
foot of the bed, sliding easily into each other's arms and another kiss,
Jamie still fully clothed, me in my negligee. And even with our lips
locked together and our arms intertwined, Jamie eased me onto the bed.
My heart was pounding as he rolled me onto my back, breaking the kiss to
look at me before lowering his lips to the nape of my neck. And even as
I lay stretched out beneath him my hands were sliding to his shirt,
pulling it from his trousers.
I managed to slide my hand between us, moving them slowly to the top
button, releasing it and moving to the next, repeating the process as
his mouth continued its slow dance with mine until finally, the last
button was freed. And with his body pressing down on mine, I slid the
shirt from his limbs.
And then it was his turn, as he rolled his body onto his side and
reached out to unbutton the two buttons that held my negligee together;
first one, then the other. A moment later it was Jamie on his back and
my body crushing on top of his as he slid the garment from me and cast
it aside. A moment later I felt the ties on the side of my panties being
pulled free, followed immediately by the panties themselves being
pulled between my legs, before they, too, were cast aside, leaving me
naked atop my topless brother. But before my hands made it to his pants,
he rolled me back onto my back and lowered his mouth to my breasts.
I groaned, closing my eyes in surrender as he gently attacked my
breasts, kissing, licking, nibbling and biting lightly. He moved from
one breast to the other, before kissing the valley between them and
working his way slowly down my stomach.
I opened my eyes, reaching for his head and pushing it towards my
widespread legs, where his tongue quickly went to work on my love
button, leaving my writhing on the bed beneath him.
It was then, with my passion quickly building, that I pushed him away.
"No," I gasped, "not like that." I quickly twisted my body away,
positioning myself nearer his pants, where my hands went to work on his
belt. A moment later I was lowering the zipper and working his pants and
underwear over his hips.
Suddenly we were both naked. I hesitated, kneeling over him, looking
down at his beautiful, thick cock, before easing my naked body on top of
his, my face hovering mere inches over his. And as his fingertips
trailed lightly down my back and over my cheeks, I leaned down and
kissed him lightly on the lips.
"It's time, Little Brother."
For a moment time seemed to stand still. Finally, his hands slid onto my
back and he rolled me over, positioning himself between my widespread
legs as my hands reached down to guide his manhood.
I felt him pressing against the folds of my pussy, hesitating briefly
before easing into me and filling me like I'd never been filled before.
With his meat buried in my pussy, my brother paused, hovering over me
before lowering his lips to my neck and nibbling gently. And then he
began slowly working his cock in and out, and in and out.
What passed over the next few minutes was unlike anything I'd ever
experienced. Jamie worked me with a skill I never imagined he had,
bringing me right to the edge several times, only to hesitate just at
the last minute. And just when I thought I couldn't take anymore he
looked down into my eyes.
"Here we go, Sis," he said softly. And once again he began his in and
out motion, only this time, when he reached the precipice he didn't
stop, instead pushing me over the edge of one of the most amazing orgasm
any woman has ever had.
* * *
We fell asleep in each other's arms, only to awake twice during the
night to make love, repeating the process one final time before rising
to face my wedding day.
But before I slid out of bed I leaned over and kissed Jamie lightly on
the lips. "Thank you," I said, a tear slipping from the corner of my
eye. And then I rose, gathered my things and left his room for the last
time.
* * *
I stood nervously at the door just outside the chapel, the last of my
bridesmaids taking her position just as the wedding march started up. I
turned towards my brother, smiling weakly as I held out my arm.
He met my smile with one of his own as he held his arm out to meet mine.
Then we turned our heads forward and started down the aisle. And as I
made my way towards my soon to be husband, I couldn't help wondering if,
in a different world, a different time, . . .
And then we reached the alter and the minister's voice broke my reverie.
"Who gives this woman to be wed this day?"
And it took every ounce of strength I had to keep my tears at bay when my brothers crackling voice answered, "I do."
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