He stared at me. “What do you mean?”
“I’m thirty-three. I don’t have the body of a teenager anymore.”
“Your body is amazing,” he said. “You keep yourself in great shape. I think most teenagers would envy you.”
I laughed again. “Thanks for the flattery.”
“No,” he said, “it’s the truth.”
I smiled. “Thanks. And you’re still in great shape yourself.”
“I’ve been hitting the gym lately. After Marcy was gone, I kinda let myself go for a while, but I discovered the single ladies don’t like the beer gut.” He patted his stomach.
“And how’s that been working out for you?” I said with a laugh.
“You mean with the women?”
“Yeah.”
He tilted his hand back and forth. “Hit or miss.”
“So, you’ve had some hits?”
“A few.”
“Anything serious?”
“No, I’m not ready for that.”
“Because of Marcy?”
He nodded. “I mean, it’s like it’s going good, we like each other, and then we finally decide to go to bed. And all the time while we’re making love, I can’t help but think of walking in on Marcy and seeing her with that kid, and I wonder how long it will be before this woman below me will cheat on me too. Sometimes I think it would be better to have one-night stands, with no chance of commitment.”
I gave him a sympathetic look, and rested my hand on his arm. “It’s still too soon. You’ll find someone.”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Sometimes I’m not sure I want to.”
“Will,” I said, “don’t talk like that. You have so much to share with someone. You’ll find her.”
He smiled. “Thanks. I guess you’re right. How about you? It’s been four years.”
I shook my head. “I’ve been too busy to even think about being with someone new.”
“Come on Molly, you can’t be that busy.”
“I am.” Then I added with a grin. “The only thing I’d have time for is some afternoon quickie with some stranger in a motel.”
“Then go for it,” he said.
My eyes opened wide. “Will!”
“What? That would be better than you closing yourself off from all those feelings. I know you Molly. And I know that’s part of who you are. It makes me sad to think that part of you has been dormant for so long. So go ahead, find some stranger and fuck his brains out in a hotel. I know you’d feel better.”
I grinned. “You’re bad.”
He smiled back. “You know I’m right.”
I shrugged. “Maybe. But just finding a random stranger isn’t as easy as it sounds. How can I be sure he’s not some serial killer, or married, or will turn into a stalker and follow me around?”
“You don’t know any single guys looking for a no-strings affair?”
I smiled. “Just one.”
“There you go. Invite him to the hotel. With your smoking looks, there’s no way he’s turning you down.”
“I don’t think that’s going to work.”
“Why not? Is he gay?”
I laughed. “No, he’s my brother.”
He looked at me in shock, then began to laugh, shaking his head. “So I’m the only single guy you know?”
“No, but you’re the only one who I would consider fu–” I stopped. “Um, I mean, the only one who I’m completely sure isn’t a psycho.”
He gave me a curious look, then said, “Sounds to me like you need to reevaluate your friends.”
We both laughed, and he looked at me and turned serious. “Four years, huh?”
“More like five, since Tommy was overseas for a year.”
He reached over and took my hand in his. “What a pair we are, huh?”
I smiled. “That we are, brother.”
We spent the rest of the afternoon in my parents’ bedroom, finishing the drawers and getting halfway through the closet. We had one surprise, as I looked through a small chest that belonged to my mother. It was filled with all kinds of memorabilia, from movie tickets and greeting cards, to postcards and photographs. Most of it I put into the save pile, not having the heart to throw away my mom’s memories. I was reaching the bottom when I found a small stack of photographs face down at the bottom of the chest. I turned them over, and stared at them in shock.
“Holy shit,” I whispered, staring at the woman in the photo.
Will came over and sat beside me, and I held the photo so he could see it.
“Holy shit,” he repeated.
It was a photo of my mother, and she was lying naked on a bed. A sheet was draped demurely over her hips, but her breasts stood proud and free, looking much larger than I ever remembered them. She was smiling at the camera, and she had a mischievous look to her, like she knew she was doing something wrong, and didn’t care.
I turned it over, and there was a label on the back. It read “Murrow’s Photography Studio – 1959.” We looked through the remaining photos – there were about eight in all – and they were all similar, showing my mother’s breasts and her Mona Lisa smile. In the last photo, her sheet had been pulled partly away, and the vee of her pubic hair was visible between her closed legs.
“What the hell are these?” Will asked.
“I don’t know,” I said. I stared at the date again and did the math. “She was nineteen when these were taken.”
“It looks like she was having fun.”
“Yes, it does. Maybe she wanted to be a model?”
“Maybe,” Will replied, “Or maybe these were taken as a gift to the guy she was with at the time.”
“I doubt we’re ever going to know the truth. Who would have thought it, our mother was a pinup model?” I grinned.
Will stared closely at the last photo. “I can see your resemblance to her isn’t just in the face.”
I giggled and swatted his arm with the photos. “Perv. Stop staring at our mother like that.”
“I’m serious. You look just like her.”
I felt the blush rising. “How would you know? It’s been thirteen years since you saw me, and it was dark. You couldn’t possibly remember.”
He smiled. “Oh, I remember. Like it was yesterday. You don’t forget something like that.”
I giggled as the blush deepened. Then I looked into the box again, and said, “I wonder if there are any photos of Dad in here, so I can compare too?”
He laughed. “Please don’t. It’s bad enough to find out Mom was a porn star. I don’t think I could survive seeing Dad sporting wood.”
I laughed hard, leaning against my brother for support.
Catching my breath, I put my hand in the box. “Hey, maybe there’s some pictures of them together, you know, in the act?”
He grinned and reached out, taking hold of my wrist. “If there are, we’re going to burn them.”
I giggled again, loving the feel of my brother’s hand on me.
“This day has been more enjoyable than I thought it would be,” I said.
“Yeah, it is,” Will agreed. “What do you say we finish the top of the closet, and leave the bottom until the morning?”
We decided to drive into town for dinner, and found a nice little Italian restaurant. I hadn’t been on a date with a guy in five years, and although it was my brother sitting across from me, it was close enough. No kids to help feed or clean up after, just Will’s smile and pleasant conversation. I could get used to this. And no worries about whether the evening was going to end in sex.
I pondered the last point. Was I sure about that? He was my brother, but given our history, was sex a complete impossibility? I felt a slight quiver between my legs when I realized it wasn’t. Oh well, I guess this date wasn’t completely worry-free.
“You’re being quiet,” he said, as we drove home.
“I’m just happy this day turned out so well. I’ve been dreading it for months.”
“I was too. But if you th
ink about it, we were worrying for nothing. It’s just you and me. How could that be bad? We’ve always had fun together.”
“That’s true. Maybe I was afraid that we had changed.”
He reached over and took my hand in his. “We’ll always have each other.” He paused, then added, “We’ve never actually said it, but you know I love you, right?”
I smiled and squeezed his hand. “I know Will. I’ve always known, ever since our first day together. And I love you.”
I slid over next to him, and he put his arm around my shoulders, holding me close as we drove the rest of the way in silence.
When we got home, he went out to lock up the barn, while I put fresh sheets on his bed. I was unfolding the coverlet when he came in and helped me finish, smoothing out his side.
“Looks inviting,” he said. “We can do yours next.”
I gave him a soft smile. “I don’t think I’ll be using my bed tonight, if that’s ok with you.”
He looked surprised for a moment, then returned my smile. “That’s very ok with me.”
We decided to watch a movie before bed, and since the cable wasn’t connected, we had to settle for something in our parents’ DVD collection. We changed into our sleeping clothes, which just happened to be t-shirts and sweatpants for both of us. When the movie began, Will and I sat on the couch next to each other, but after a few minutes I grabbed a throw pillow and laid it on his lap, then stretched out on the couch, resting my head on the pillow. He softly combed his fingers through my hair as we watched the movie.
I couldn’t feel anything through the pillow, but he shifted a few times to get comfortable, and I knew he was getting hard. His hand moved from my head down to my back, caressing and massaging me. I breathed deeply, feeling my body coming to life. Just this little bit of contact was sending waves of unfamiliar pleasure through me.
His hand moved up to my hip, caressing me softly, letting his fingers relax around the curve of my ass. I took another deep breath, sighing softly on the exhale.
I rested my hand on his thigh right in front of my face, curving my fingers down between his legs, gripping him gently. His hips twitched in reaction, lifting my head slightly.
His fingers became bolder, sliding down around the curve of my ass to reach between my legs, caressing my inner thigh and lightly grazing his pinky against my pussy. I shuddered and felt a pulse of wetness shiver through my loins.
“Mm,” I whispered, encouraging him to go further.
He responded by pressing his fingers against my mound, searching through the two layers of cloth for my labial cleft.
“Uhhhh,” I groaned, feeling a man’s hand on me for the first time in half a decade.
He pressed in harder, and I pulled the pillow away, laying my head back down against the solid bar of his cock. I turned my head and kissed him through the heavy material, feeling his hard warmth against my cheek.
His finger was worming into my pussy as best it could, and I turned my body to follow the length of his shaft with my lips, reaching the head and slipping my lips around it, tasting the dry material as I felt the contours of his swollen head under it.
He grunted softly, and his other hand rested on my head, urging me.
I needed more, so I turned all the way over and lay face up in his lap. He smiled down at me, and I said, “Time for bed.”
His arms slipped under me, and I felt myself being lifted, then carried across the room. We went up the stairs, my head resting on his shoulder as he cradled me in his strong arms.
He laid me on his bed, and followed me down, his lips finding mine as we shared our first kiss. It was odd that despite our previous intimacies, we had never kissed before, but his lips felt so good on mine, and pleasure filled me.
His hand cupped my breast, and the nipple rose up to press against his palm. He slid his tongue into my mouth as he gently pinched my rigid nipple, and I almost came right there. I groaned against his lips, and reached down to take his hard cock in my hand. I squeezed it tightly, and he responded by pressing his hips down hard, trapping my hand against my stomach.
I was so fucking hot. My pussy twisted and clenched, overflowing with my juices, twitching from the need to be filled. I nipped softly at his tongue and lips with my teeth, wrapping my legs around him as I hunched my pussy against his muscular thigh.
I needed him inside of me. I needed to feel his thick male hardness stretching my tender pussy. Feel it pressing into me, opening me wide, filling me to the brim. It had been too long.
Keeping my lips on his, I began frantically pushing my sweatpants down. But it wasn’t very effective with my legs around his hips.
He understood what I needed, and broke our kiss, leaning up to sit on his haunches. He reached down and hooked his fingers in my pants, pulling them down over my ass. I removed my legs from his hips, moving them together and bending at the knees so he could slip my pants and panties up and off.
I felt cool air on my pussy, and spread my legs again, keeping my knees high. The effect was to open myself completely to his gaze, and he stared down in rapt fascination, his eyes locked on my spread cunt.
“Please,” I whispered, and he once again understood what I needed. Bending down to me, he kissed me softly on my warm open pussy, and I could feel his lips against the inner edges of my outer labia.
“Ghhhnnn!” I grunted, and hunched up against him, needing more skin contact. He reacted by pressing his tongue into me, spreading my lips with his slippery invasion. I reached down and grabbed the back of his head, gripping his hair tightly in my clutching fingers, pressing him harder against my drooling pussy.
His tongue licked up through my sensitive folds, finding my clit and flicking softly against it. I was going out of my mind, feeling my orgasm nearing.
He must have been removing his pants as he licked me, because he broke contact and sat up again, and his hard cock appeared, looming over my spread legs, pointing rigidly towards the ceiling.
“Yesss,” I moaned, my legs spreading wide in invitation. “I need that. Fuck me brother. Please.”
He smiled at me and placed his hands on my knees, pushing them back and further open, causing my hips to tilt upward, opening my cunt even further. He leaned forward and the head of his cock came down, bumping against my mound, searching for the entrance.
“Ohhh,” I cried, wiggling my hips, trying to help him find the right spot. His cockhead bumped against my clit, sending sparks of pleasure up my spinal cord.
Suddenly he was there, the swollen head nudging against my inner labia, beginning to spread me.
“Yesss-Uhhhhh,” I cried, my pleas changing to moans of satisfaction as he began his descent into me. His cock was unrelenting, spreading and filling me in one long thrust, my copious honey coating his cockskin as he penetrated, turning his shaft into a glistening rod of steel as it buried itself into me.
Then he was all the way in, spreading me wide open, my cuntal walls quivering around his thick girth. It was too much for my pussy to take, and it spasmed in ecstasy, beginning a chain reaction of sensations that brought my orgasm crashing through my raw-ended nervous system, causing me to buck and writhe, as my body remained pinned to the bed by the thick pinion of his cock. He held deep within me as my body convulsed with pleasure, my cuntal walls squeezing and grasping his invading flesh, my cries echoing off his bedroom walls.
As my orgasm ebbed, he began his motion, pulling out of me almost completely, then sheathing himself again in my tight quiver. Again and again he invaded my cunt, his glistening cockskin dragging over my erect clitoris. I lay there and accepted him, my body completely open to his fucking, my pleasure collecting into a small pool that grew slowly with each thrust of his cock.
I felt my energy returning, my brain coherent again, and I reached up with my legs and held him to me, concentrating on the feeling of his cock in my cunt.
He leaned down to me, kissing me hard, his body covering mine as his cock continued to hammer between my swolle
n lips. My erect nipples scraped against his chest, firing off a different set of pleasure receptors in my brain.
With the lust slightly abated from my first orgasm, I was able to process what we were doing. I was fucking my brother. This wasn’t the relatively innocent touching we had done before. This was full cock in cunt fucking. I had already come once around his eager cock, and from what I could tell, another orgasm was soon to follow. And eventually he would join me, and I would feel my brother’s cum jetting against the entrance of my womb.
But there was no guilt. I loved this man, and he loved me. Circumstances may have placed us together as brother and sister, but we resisted those bonds almost as soon as we met. We were lovers, not siblings, and our bodies knew it before our minds did, searching for each other in the middle of the night, needing to feel the other’s touch.
I held him in my arms as he breathed his hot lust against my neck. I felt his shoulder muscles working below his skin, flexing and unflexing to the rhythm of his thrusts, his strength driving both of our pleasures forward to their inexorable conclusion.
We could never go back to being just brother and sister, and the thought made me happy. I never wanted to live without this again – to have him this close to me, filling a part of me that had never been filled by others. Not physically, but an emotional space that had been created during all those dark nights in each other’s arms, and now could only be filled by him.
He lifted his head and looked down at me, his eyes filled with a combination of lust and love. I smiled up at him, knowing the same look was on my face.
“I love you,” he said.
“And I love you,” I replied, pulling him down to kiss me.
Our lips met again, and a low groan came from him. “Ohhh, I’m close, my love,” he breathed.
“Come for me,” I whispered. “I want it inside of me.”
His hips continued to thrust and his eyes got wide, his orgasm imminent. Then his mouth opened in a soundless gape as his body twitched and locked, pressing deep inside of me as his hot seed churned from his balls and up his shaft, flooding my tight cunt with its liquid heat.
But it was more the look in his eyes that sent me into my second orgasm. That mixture of lustful adoration set off an electrical storm in my brain, and the pleasure ripped through me, causing my body to thrash and squirm below him. My pussy clenched at his shaft, gripping it tightly as the ecstasy throbbed through it.
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