Marry Matthew

by Ellen Hutton

  "Oh Kirk, you are driving me crazy." She said. I heard her correctly... I was sure, and my heart sank.

  I stood up, brow beaten and went to my own room. I forced myself to cry, but I just wouldn't. The tears wouldn't come. Instead, I began to feel a sensation creeping up my veins and down my spine, settling into a moistness in-between my legs. Was I getting turned on by this? Watching my own brother have sex with my sister?

  And just then, I heard loud moans coming from that room. I knew that I should have gone into the room to confront them, but instead I was filled with curiosity. I walked slowly toward the room once more. I was more confident this time and looked into the open door. It was the most exasperating sight I had ever seen. There was Katy, with one leg on the bed, naked as the day she was born; getting her hairy pussy pounded by the long erected manhood of the man we both adored. A part of me started to pray that he was not my brother. But even if I could not see his face, I knew it was him. I knew his manhood. Its image from the other time was still plastered in my mind.

  Kirk stood solidly behind her, holding her waist, and she only looked back occasionally… maybe when he hit something deep inside her. With the way she screamed, I imagined she was in heaven and even if she stared right at me, she wouldn't see me. The clasping sound as their skins touched sent shivers down my spine and weakened my legs. I found myself getting excited as my anger quelled.

  I touched myself and played with my own feminine features as I watched the action that unfolded inside that room. When I heard Kirk’s groan, I also released my own liquid all over my panties. I rested for a few seconds and ran back to my own room to change into new clothes; different from the ones I previously had in mind.

  When I returned from the store that day, after stealthily moving out of the house, I acted like it was all normal and nothing had happened. I knew that I could try out my fantasies with Kirk now. After all, my own sister was fucking him. That night as I struggled to find sleep, thoughts of him and Katy filled my head and my adventures with Kirk to come. . I was brimming with horniness that I had never felt before. I gently moved my right hand to my breasts and started to fondle them through the light fabric of my night gown.

  I lifted my knees and allowed the hem of my gown fall down my laps till it nearly reached my groin. My left hand began to trace its way to my thighs and work all the way up till I could feel my soaked panties. I gently and rhythmically started to rub my pussy lips through my cotton panties and tried hard to muffle my moans. My eyes were closed and my lips parted as I whispered sweet words to myself. I imagined it was Morris saying those words and soon I could feel my excitement begin to heighten. My lips formed an O when I finally dipped my fingers into the elastic band and I could feel the friction of my growing pubic hairs while my middle finger touched the tip of my honey pot.

  I slid my finger down further till it brushed past my clit, giving me the most heavenly sensation. As I rubbed my pussy and fondled my nipples, my moans started to get louder and louder while my hip jerked faster. I soon felt my body begin to pump. My nectar juices splashed on my fingers, drenching my pink panties as my pussy convulsed in an exhilarating climax. Consequently I was quickly taken by the tender arms of sleep... and dreams of bliss.

  Chapter Six

  It had been a week and I had not said a word to Katy about what I saw. She saw my glances. Maybe she even read them. I envied her because she already had what I could only dream of. But was this all wrong? Why should a girl think such about her own brother? What had Katy done?

  I was stuck somewhere in between guilt and want. Kirk and I continued to speak but I was less talkative. I could not understand why he had to choose to go that personal with Katy but always talked with me like I was a child. The fact that he thought of me as a child annoyed me.

  I heard the sound of the bell go off which signaled the end of class. I still remained sat on my chair, and going through lines in the textbook on the table beneath my eyes. I was lost in thoughts that weighed heavily on my very bones. I did not know what to make of the tiny little voice in my head that kept repeating the same words. A tap on my shoulder, followed by the voice of Stephen calling my name disrupted my stream of thoughts.

  I looked up at him and managed a smile.

  "What's going on bee?" He asked with a look of concern on his face.

  "What do you mean?" I faked a smile.

  "Come on don't do that. I know something is on your mind. And that's not all.

  "I still don't understand what you are saying" I told him.

  "You have been distant lately. You hardly even pick my calls any longer and you go home quite early. It's almost like you are rushing home to something" his words made my breathing cease. He had noticed. I wondered who else had noticed.

  "I am alright, really. I just had this little fight with my sister" I lied.

  "Oh okay. I hope it wasn't that bad" he asked, looking more concerned now.

  "No, of course not. It's nothing I cannot handle" I told him.

  "Alright then. I was thinking another guy had stolen you away from me. Or maybe your brother just did not like me and you were trying to stay away" he said.

  "No, Steve. Why would you even think such? You know how much I care about you. Do you think anyone can stop me from going where my desire lies?" I said, unconsciously referring to something much different.

  "So your desire lies with me?" Stephen's voice sounded really nice in those words.

  "Yes" I blushed.

  "I love you so much bee. I don't know what I would do if I lost you" he said.

  "You won't" I voiced softly.

  “Are you sure?” he asked with his eyes focused on mine as though he was trying to see into my soul to convince himself that I meant every word that I said.

  “You won’t Stephen… I promise” I said and kissed him on his cheek. It felt weird. I kissed him on the other cheek to somehow make it right but it still felt weird. So I kissed him on his lips. It was not deep, but it got the job done. It felt right at least. And then I hugged him. But then, my mind was distant and in a place where even I did not know.

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  The sun cast shadows on the ground as I took the final turning home. My heart beat faster in anticipation like had done for the last 5 days, although getting disappointed every time. I was not sure about what I expected but I hoped it was worth it. The guilt in my chest increased as I thought about the words that Stephen said to me. He truly did love me. But let's face it, I was beautiful and smart. Yes, I was a little weird and seemingly emotionally disturbed, but I was great company. Steve and I had been through a lot together and I just could not see how fantasizing about my own brother this way could be right.

  Why did he have to sleep with Katy? Why did I have to see that? Why was I so much of a curious cat? Yet, here I was, making my way into the house again, earlier than I should be home. I moved quietly to my room, determined to break the chains that seemed to have me tied down to these feelings.

  As I walked, I caught sight of the way to Kirk's room, but I took my eyes off that. My gaze fell to my door. The knob called out to my fingers and they reluctantly answered. I was petulant, but I knew that it was the right choice. I couldn't harbor such desires.

  I opened the door and froze to the spot. Kirk was there, sitting on my bed in the dark room. The blinds were down and it gave his face a new look. His eyes were evident.

  "Hi Beatrice. Welcome home" he said.

  I was numb.

  "Come here" was the next set of words that escaped his lips… those nice and soft trims of flesh.

  I obliged and walked slowly toward him.

  "I know why you have come home this early" he said, much to my dismay. My heart beats were so loud, I was sure he heard them.

  "I saw you, you know?" He said.

  "Huh?" I was honestly not sure of what he meant"

  "I know you saw us... Katy and me" he said, keeping his eyes sternly on me.

  "Well," I was starting to stammer.r />
  "You don't have to feel shy" he said. "I know how you feel. I know how you have felt since when you saw me. I know how you have felt for a long time" he said softly. I was speechless, and all that I could do was watch his lips move.

  "I think it is time to let you know that I want you just as much. I always loved you as my kid sister, but now you have grown so mature and damn when I saw you in your underwear, I almost came right there" he continued to speak these melodies.

  I tried to create a resistance wall in my head but it was just not working.

  "I want to kiss you right now. I want to make you feel all that I feel for you in my heart. I want to let my love adorn you" his lips worked wonders.

  I tried to think of every other thing that might bring me back from the journey that Kirk had taken me on. I knew I was already far gone. I thought of Stephen but I felt the wetness in between my legs also.

  “I have a boyfriend,” I told him, trying hard to resist.

  “I don’t want to be your boyfriend, Beatrice. Come on, just look at how weird that sounds. I want to be your lover. I want to make love to you until you cry out my name and let me into your soul” he said in his ever so lovingly soft voice. My legs were shaking. I just could not take it any longer. But I had to try one last line of defense.

  “My body is supposed to belong to my boyfriend. How do you think he will feel if he finds out about this?” I said.

  “Is that what you are worried about? In that case, we need to tell your boyfriend that you now belong to me” he said. Such bravado and confidence made my thighs wet. I did not understand what was going on. He walked closer to me, put his hand in my purse, took my phone and said to me “Call him”

  Just like I was in a trance, I dialed his number and when I heard his voice, Kirk took the phone and said “Listen closely”… and then he planted a kiss on my lips. I melted… unable to move. He pushed me to the bed, putting the phone right beside me. I could hear Stephen’s voice over the phone. He was screaming something. I couldn’t hear it. But before I could think any more, Kirk was all over me.

  I felt his hand slide under my dress as his wrist brushed past the hem. He ran his hands higher, sending chills up my spine, with all my nerve endings at full attention. He stopped... I sighed. I did not want him to stop. But he had other things in mind. He wanted to tease me beyond my elastic limit. His soft, yet thick hands came out of my dress... slowly... and I involuntarily closed my eyes, praying that he wouldn't stop. Please don't stop, I prayed. Oh yes, God answered my prayers. He got up from the bed, his arms brushing against mine as he moved in front of me. His shadow enveloped my desires as I felt his presence all over me. And just then, his lips met mine. Soft and passionate it tasted, almost like fresh juice from the Garden of Eden.

  Our lips met and played like they had known each other from childhood… well, they did, but not in this way. The tenderness and warmth from his mouth melted my emotions and I could feel hot tears starting to form in my eyes, threatening to gush out. They were tears of joy. I took both of my hands around him and rubbed his back over his plain shirt as we kissed. He drew me closer, pressing my plump chest against his, allowing my nipples dagger his muscular upper body.

  Slowly and mutually, the kiss broke, and I brought my face gently away from his. God! He grinned at me and I marveled at his ever white pair of teeth, but the image did not linger in my mind as he started lifting his shirt and I saw his warm flesh. It sparkled in the light of the bulbs which illuminated the room.

  He smiled at me and walked toward the window; spreading the curtain and allowing the pure yellow sunlight pierce through and make a pattern on the bed. It was beautiful, and I felt some twitching in me. I suddenly heard Stephen’s voice again over the phone. I paid him no mind. Kirk was in front of me and that was all that mattered.

  I saw his lips move and I repeated every soft word he said. It was as if I suffered from echolalia as I said every single word over and over again. He said beautiful things to me and complimented on my beauty.

  I felt loved, cherished, and desired. For once I felt like I did not have any other thing to live for, just the touches of this perfect gentleman in front of me. His smile was like relics that was specially and strategically planted on his face to last a thousand years and brighten my day for the rest of eternity.

  He would close any holes in my heart with glass and make me happy. All that hope and optimism was what I saw in his eyes as I looked at him, longing for his firm, slightly muscular arms to hold me and make me feel whole once again.

  I felt his touch on my flushed face, sending me into an exasperating reverie in my dream state. It was all so funny because I knew that I could in fact be dreaming. And then I could hear his heart ring out to mine. It rang out loud... and loud. Time stood still and I could see everything begin to glow and life itself felt nonexistent. The world was no longer what I knew it. Everything was different... purer. Suddenly, I felt like I would somehow be sunk into a deep ditch if I did not turn back and look into the eyes of the man who did not want me to go. My soul yearned for him. His touch still lingered on my skin even as he left me alone. I was still rooted to the spot, unable to decide whether to move forward or turn back. Finally, I was able to twist away from the grip of time and tilted my body and neck till I was facing this beautiful man.

  His eyes were dark... only a slight glow of green shot from the tiny center. He was like a person high on a drug, but I knew that he was sober. He just stood still, staring at me, only blinking once or twice. I saw the desire in his eyes, a striking resemblance to the one that was in my soul. We both needed to satisfy the raging dragon that breathed the fire which burned in us. I saw myself through the lens of his eye balls, expanding my image, mentally undressing my frame and revealing all my fragile innocence.

  The intensity of our gazes slowly began to create a magnetic field, and suddenly I could feel the heat of his lips near my own. The kiss was soft and gentle at first, and when our lips separated, my eyes were still closed, wishing he would just melt me in his kisses. I waited to feel his lips once again... my lips still remained slightly parted. He was looking at me, I knew it... I could feel it... but he just wouldn't plant another kiss on my yearning lips.

  Just as my eyes sprung open once again, I saw his smiling face. He was waiting to make eye contact with me... to see the intensity of desire in my eyes, which would be a perfect reflection of how I felt deep down inside. I returned his smile, with a comforting upward turn of my own lips.

  And just like that, we both moved closer and began another sensual kiss. I ran my hand on his back, enjoying the feel of his tongue in my mouth. He was a very good kisser and I had to try hard to keep up with him. It soon became a tug of war as the intensity built up... the passion was at its peak. It was time to up the ante.

  He took off his jacket hurriedly and my hands were ever too quick to remove his shirt and unbutton it from down up. I exposed his chest, excited at the sight of the almost invisible line of hair that ran down from his chest to his abdomen. His firm and ripped body had my senses doing somersaults. My heart raced faster than before and my estrogen level heightened in need of his this god like body on me.

  Quickly I leaned into him and brought my lips to his masculine chest, picking his tips with my teeth ever so gently and biting on them interchangeably. He moaned in pleasure as I ran a kiss up his chest, then this neck and landed on his lips which was ever so ready to part open and kiss me vigorously. His tongue was hot with desire, exploring every nook and cranny of my mouth, playing tango with my own tongue.

  His hand on my back slowly began to unzip me, gradually parting my dress, exposing my back to the eyes of the walls. I giggled when I realized that he must have discovered that I was not wearing anything underneath. Separating from him, I took a few steps backward to gain his attention. Not like I did not have it before. He watched as I gave him a shy look before crossing my arms on my chest and raising my fingers to the straps of my dress. I pushed them as
ide, slowly and sensually, catching my falling dress in mid rift, just over my chest.

  I saw his throat swell, and I knew he swallowed some saliva. If I did not have his attention before, I definitely had it now.

  I wiggled my body, shaking the top of my ample cups, allowing the soft skin jiggle in the dimly lit room which gave them an orange color. He watched with eyes focused directly on me, not looking away for anything in the world. Finally, I let him out of his wait and curiosity when I let the dress slide below my chest, watching his eyes widen as my dark tips came into view, pointed at his fore head, as if in recognition of the man they were about to please.

  I smiled, but he was too flushed to do the same. He just watched as I moved closer to him and my dress fell to the floor, exposing my black underwear to his full glare. His eyes were completely dark now... dark with all the sexiness in the world.

  I walked closer to him and stood right in front of him till my belly was in front of his face.

  "Take off my underwear." I ordered him.

  I swallowed some saliva as I felt both of his ward hands on either side of my hips, pulling down the thin black material.

  I was cleanly shaven and from the look on his face, he loved what he was seeing. He pushed my underwear further down until it reached my knees and I helped wiggle the damn thing out of my legs and stepped out of them.