In the morning, I drag myself from a sleep that clings to me like sludge. I force my limbs into coordination so I can get ready. For my outfit, I choose a gauzy, pale green dress. When I first bought it, I adored the vintage look, and I was a fan of the way the bodice hugged my breasts.
As I now regard myself in the mirror, I feel mildly ridiculous. Still, my tits do look good. I refuse to dwell on why that’s so important to me today.
The bathroom is humid, its haze enveloping me in a warm film. Adrian must have just gotten out of the shower. I’m quick to brush my teeth and run a comb through my hair. As I splash cold water on my face, my movements are mechanical. I can’t pause for a moment or I’ll question my decision to leave.
A few minutes later, I stand before my brother’s closed bedroom door. He responds to my soft knock with a cheery, “Come in!”
I open the door to find him lingering near the bed with a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair is still damp. Looking up from his phone, he flashes one of those smiles that used to make me dissolve like sugar on the tongue. If what we did last night bothers him, he does a great job of hiding it.
“Good morning, Viv.” Adrian’s stare sweeps over my body, with a notable pause at my breasts. “You look beautiful.”
I realize the dress has done its job.
As I open my mouth to speak, I sneak glances at his bare chest and lean stomach.
Finally, my eyes lock with his again. “I think I should go home.”
His smile instantly vanishes. “What? Why?” He sets the phone on his nightstand. “Is it because of last night? I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have put you in that position, and I swear it won’t happen again.”
I flinch from his words. “That’s not what I want.” Moving closer, I breathe in the clean smell of him. I press a hand to his cheek, and he nestles against my palm.
“I want to know you won’t push me away,” I say.
I sense he’s about to promise he won’t, so I shake my head to stop him. “All those years I was out of your life…” My fingers caress his freshly shaven skin. “Did you ever touch yourself while imagining me?”
His eyes widen. While attempting to sputter out a reply, he averts his stare.
“Look at me,” I demand. “If you can’t admit the truth right here and now, I’m leaving.”
His eyes meet mine.
I ask again, “Did you stroke your cock while fantasizing about me?”
“Yes.” His face flushes hot. “Many times.”
I reward him with a smile. My hand travels downward; I stop just inches above the towel.
“Show me,” I say. “I want to see.”
Adrian’s mouth drops open. For a moment, he’s stunned into silence.
“Now?” he finally manages.
I’m breathing faster; arousal begins its insistent throb between my thighs. My brother’s vulnerability excites me nearly as much as the prospect of watching him masturbate.
“Now,” I tell him.
His hesitation is so fleeting I wonder if I imagined it. With a dramatic flourish, he whips off the towel and tosses it aside.
Fixing my stare on his cock, I fight the urge to fall to my knees. Though Adrian might have reservations about jerking off in front of me, his body doesn’t share any of those misgivings. He’s already half-hard.
I release a sigh of appreciation. His dick is a little larger than my six-inch dildo, and his tip is just as well-defined. He’s trimmed his dark pubic hair, and his balls are shaved smooth.
Beneath my admiring gaze, his erection strengthens. When he climbs onto his neatly made bed, I stare at his ass. It’s lean like the rest of him. I wish I could grasp his buttocks and ease them apart. I want to see every hidden part of his body.
Once he’s stretched out on his back, I move to join him. My feet are bare, and my dress is drawn up to my thighs. Folding my legs underneath me, I lean forward in anticipation.
Adrian tucks an arm under his head. Offering me a lazy smile, he takes his cock in hand. That first touch prompts him to let out a moan.
He’s in no hurry. With long, slender fingers, he fondles his cockhead. All the while, he looks up at me.
“See what you do to me, Viv?” He sweeps the pad of his thumb over his slit, and I can’t suppress a shudder. “God, I want you so much!”
I start rocking back and forth in an attempt to stimulate my pussy. I want to yank up my dress and slide a hand into my panties. My clit pulses like a minuscule heart.
Adrian wraps his fingers around his veiny length and begins stroking. The sound of his pleasured groan ratchets up the hot current within me until I break into a sweat.
Instead of appearing self-conscious, my brother seems to enjoy putting on a show. In his grip, his erection twitches, and when he takes his hand away, it sways of its own volition.
“I’m dying to be inside you!” He glances down at his rigid cock before focusing his attention fully on me again. “Have you ever fantasized about that? About us making love?”
I don’t trust the words swelling on my tongue, so I merely nod. My response encourages Adrian to thrust his hips upward so his cock slides through his grasp. His stare darts from my face to my breasts.
“You’ll let me have you?” His voice grows full of pleading.
Again I nod, vehemently this time. It’s so easy to picture myself straddling him while he drives that gorgeous cock into me.
Though I’m terrified of his answer, I ask, “Does it make you ashamed? To want me?”
“Not now.” He masturbates with a firmer touch. “Now I know we belong together.”
I’m helpless to a disorienting vertigo; the room swims as if I’m viewing it underwater. I tell myself it’s a combination of adrenaline and endorphins, nothing more. Yet it feels like his revelation has rocked the very foundation of my existence. How did I eat and sleep before—how did I breathe—without this knowledge?
When his expression twists into a grimace, I realize he’s hungry for release. Still, he slows his pumping for a few seconds. On my hands and knees, I crawl closer. The skirt of my dress is tucked between my legs, and I blush upon realizing the fabric is damp. I’ve soaked through my panties.
A perfect bead of precum now rests on Adrian’s tip. Without thinking, I lower my head and extend my tongue. He gasps at the sensation of me licking up that droplet. His salty essence causes my mouth to flood with spit.
I dare to graze his tight balls with my fingertips. “Keep going,” I urge. “Let me know when you’re about to come.”
He readily follows my command, his hand moving at a furious pace. The moment I cup his sac and give it a gentle squeeze, he lets out a cry.
“I’m almost there!”
Again, I lean forward, but this time, I circle my lips around his glans. I don’t try to stop my saliva from leaking down his shaft as I suckle his tip.
“Viv, ah fuck!” He rests a hand on my hair. “I’m about to… my God… wait, wait!”
But this is what I always imagine on nights when sleep remains as elusive as hope. Or happiness. I imagine a bliss experienced vicariously through my brother as I make him come with my mouth.
Bobbing my head, I take him deeper. I feel him swell between my lips. While moaning all around his cock, I notice the way his body tenses. His balls draw up even more, giving me fair warning.
Semen floods my mouth in rapid-fire bursts. I swallow several times, my throat working to drink down Adrian’s hot cum. His loud groans have me quaking from my own excitement.
I withdraw only long enough to fill my lungs with air. Then I return to pleasuring his cock, which hasn’t yet begun to soften. I want to smile when he brushes my hair back; he’s eager to watch my tongue slide along his skin. I gather up traces of his cum, now diluted with my saliva. I can’t resist nuzzling his shaft and smearing the fluid on my cheeks.
I hear his rapid breathing, and a jolt goes through him when I give his sac a teasing lick.
“Christ, I can’t believe…” His voice erodes into a moan, for I can’t stop myself from planting a kiss on his sensitive tip. My tongue darts out to probe his slit in the hopes of coaxing forth one more drop.
My fingers make a path along the slope of his hip. Part of me is afraid of what I might see when I raise my head and search his face.
As if sensing my apprehension, he reaches for me, and I allow him to pull me close.
“Thank you.”
The unmistakable gratitude in his words gives me the courage to look at him. He weaves his fingers through my hair.
His kiss is far from perfunctory; though I’ve just swallowed his cum, his tongue eagerly explores my mouth. His free hand roams over my dress, lingering at my breast.
Arousal drives me to grind against him, but my brother takes nothing for granted. His gaze grows entreating.
“Will you stay?” he whispers. “Please, Viv, stay here with me.”
As if I can do otherwise when every cell in my body screams for him. Still, I realize he’ll readily keep up the charade that this choice is mine. And for that, I love him all the more.
I make no effort to conceal my joy; my smile feels ridiculously wide. “Of course I’ll stay.”
His eyes brighten, and he showers my face with kisses. I shriek with laughter at the feel of his teeth nipping my neck.
“I’ll let you finish getting ready,” I tell him before leaving the bed and heading for the door.
“I’ll be quick,” he says. “Then we’ll have breakfast.”
Back in my room, I change my sodden underwear. The smell of my arousal wafts up to me as I pull on a clean pair of panties. If I had more time, I’d hop in the shower.
Instead, I apply some gloss to my lips and then pin my hair back from my face.
I spend the next several minutes lingering in the hallway. When Adrian emerges from his bedroom, he’s dressed in jeans and a polo shirt. Now that I’m familiar with the intimate details of his cock, I can’t help thinking of it. My stare strays to his groin several times, and I’m tempted to extend a hand and stroke him to hardness again.
I welcome the weight of his palm on my back as we head toward the stairs. “How does French toast sound?” he asks. “You always loved that.”
Without warning, I throw my arms around his neck and plant a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “You’re the best brother ever.”
That makes him laugh, but his expression grows solemn as he says, “I have a lot to atone for.”
My lips travel to his ear. “All is forgiven.”
He stops and draws me into an embrace. Though his arms are tight around me, I crave that restraint.
“I swear I’ll never hurt you again,” he says.
For a moment, he cradles me, his hand on my hair. I have the bizarre desire to slip beneath his skin, to be completely absorbed by him.
When he lets me go, the sudden freedom is an ache.
*****
After breakfast, Adrian suggests we take a walk. Glancing toward the window, he says, “It’s a bit gloomy, but the rain should hold off for a few more hours.”
Outside, the air feels dense with moisture. As my brother and I stroll around his property, he tells a little of its history.
“I can see why you love this place,” I say, interlocking my fingers with his. “There’s a kind of… solace to be found here.”
His smile is unexpectedly wistful. “That’s true. I guess I needed solace after losing you.”
Desperate to steer his thoughts from the past, I charge ahead while holding onto his hand. “And now you have me again. Hope you know what you’re getting into.”
“Oh, I have a pretty good idea.”
With a gentle tug, Adrian pulls me backward so he can wrap an arm around my waist. I giggle when he gives my ass a squeeze.
Nuzzling my neck, he whispers, “I won’t let you go this time.”
Even as his words make me flush with pleasure, I marvel that I’m so quick to trust. Our years-long separation heaped misery on us both, but I was the one who careened toward self-destruction. Yet I’m now here, again willing to expose the soft underbelly of my need.
Adrian and I continue our walk until we reach one of the fruit trees he planted. The apple blossoms are resplendent at this time of year. Crouching down, I retrieve a flower from the ground. When I look up, I find my brother watching me. His expression is one of such tenderness that I can’t hold his gaze for long. Without warning, unshed tears form a sugary-sweet coating in my throat.
He places a comforting hand on my back. “You okay, Viv?”
I hurriedly nod, not trusting myself to speak. How can I possibly describe my wild, near-manic happiness? Or my fear that I’ll somehow cheat myself out of this joy?
Our silence lingers as we head for the woods which cover a large part of Adrian’s property. The wind strengthens enough to pluck at the skirt of my dress. Circling his fingers around my wrist, my brother guides me between the trees.
“If you walk far enough, you’ll reach a small stream,” he tells me. “One day, when it’s sunny and you’re up for it, I’ll show you.”
The overcast sky has stripped the trees of their vibrant green, but the shadows can’t dampen my mood. Scurrying a little ways ahead of Adrian, I shout, “Bet you can’t keep up with me!”
It’s a ridiculous taunt, seeing as how his legs are longer and more powerful than mine, and I’m wearing flimsy canvas shoes.
“You know I love a challenge!” he calls. “But I’ll give you fair warning…”
I pause and look over my shoulder, waiting for him to finish. His grin is sly.
“If I catch you,” he says, his voice deep and ominous, “I’ll eat you.”
Then he lunges forward. I let out a shriek and take off running. Behind me, I hear his feet slapping against the ground. Leaf litter crackles in his wake.
My giggles are high-pitched, almost hysterical, but my steps are surprisingly sure. I feel as agile as a deer while leaping over fallen branches and swerving to avoid strands of briers.
Adrian allows me to put a little distance between us; I sense him holding back. Like a hunter, he waits for my energy to flag. In a disappointingly short time, I’m winded and slowing down.
That’s when he exerts his full effort in catching me. A scream tears from my throat as he draws closer. I start to turn and hold up my hands in surrender, but he grabs me by the waist. His roar is one of victory.
“I’ve got you!” My brother swings me around before burying his face in my neck.
I’m laughing so hard I can barely breathe. Adrian carries me to a large oak tree, and I gratefully lean against it. His stare meets mine; he makes a show of licking his lips.
“Time for me to have my feast.”
My eyes widen when he sinks to his knees before me. Instantly, I realize the kind of feast he has in mind.
He lifts the skirt of my dress, higher and higher, until my pale thighs are exposed. In spite of my nervousness, I grab my dress and hold it out of his way.
It’s only when he spreads my legs farther apart and plants a kiss on my inner thigh that I blurt out, “I need a shower.”
Twice in less than twenty-four hours, he’s made me sopping wet. Now, with his mouth just inches from my pussy, I’m wet again. I inwardly cringe while imagining my fresh juices mingling with traces of those left behind from last night and this morning.
He leans forward to nestle his face into the front of my underwear. I hear him take a deep breath through his nose.
“Mmm, no, you don’t,” he says. “You’re just how I want you.”
I don’t resist as he lowers my panties. I’m docile in lifting my left foot so he can free it from the undergarment entirely.
Returning his attention to my pussy, Adrian spreads my outer lips with gentle fingers. I feel the hint of a breeze, along with his warm exhalation.
“You’re beautiful,” he tells me.
My chest rises and falls at a rapid pace. Thoughts swim through my brain, only to be replaced by pure sensation when my brother massages my clitoris with a fingertip.
“This is all for me, isn’t it, Viv?” While rubbing me, he gazes up into my face.
“All yours,” I promise before placing a hand on his head and guiding him forward. “So take it.”
And he does, eagerly. His tongue is intent on licking and tasting every fold. A groan escapes my lips. I play with one of my nipples, and then the other, until they’re hard nubs poking at my bra.
Looking down, I watch my brother devour me. Already, his lips and chin are slick. He descends on my clit, his tongue teasingly slow at first, then moving faster and faster until it’s practically vibrating. I cry out and drape my left leg over his shoulder. Now, I can easily rock my hips and grind against him.
His moans urge me on. When he lifts his head, I release a whine.
“Oh, I’m not through with you.” He caresses my sensitive clit, his stare traveling from my pussy to my face so he can gauge my every reaction to his touch. My jaw slackens, and my legs shudder as the…
