Destined Siblings, Chapter 2 [MF] [inc]

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Throughout the drive back to the hotel, we maintained a comfortable but deadly silence and it was clear that something was brewing between us. We may as well have been tied together with a chain which kept tightening around us. Shortly before we arrived at the hotel, I thought to myself, I had to do something so I briefly placed my hand upon my big brother’s right thigh, and he placed his hand upon mine, releasing the tension between us for a few brief minutes.

As we passed through the hotel lobby, we maintained a respectable distance between us, chatting quietly again but something just felt different, perhaps it was just me simply imagining things but it kind of seemed that the hotel staff and the other guests were watching us closely, curiously and trying to discern what made us different from any other brother and sister passing through the lobby.

As we were going up to our suite, we were not alone in the elevator. An older couple, clearly husband and wife given the aura of intense love which surrounded them, joined us to our floor. They turned left after getting out of the elevator while Andrew and I turned right. As we reached our suite and Andrew was unlocking the door, I was still thinking about that couple and wondered if perhaps that was how we appeared to the hotel staff and the other guests as we passed through the lobby a few minutes earlier.

Stepping into the suite I felt as if a previously unnoticed weight had just been lifted off from my shoulders. “Relieved?” my big brother asked as he closed the door and locked it behind us and only then I realized that I gave a big sigh of relief. I nodded as he approached me, opening his arms.

Eagerly I stepped into his embrace, hugging him fiercely, his heartbeat comforting in a way I had never noticed during our many hugs in the past. For several minutes we stood in the living room holding each other, simply enjoying each other’s company and each other’s accepting presence.

“Since I have been out since yesterday,” Andrew finally said quietly, “I think I need to catch up on work.”

As one, we both looked to his laptop which was on the work table. “That’s okay,” I said. “I should probably do a little studying myself. I’ll go work in the bedroom so I won’t disturb you.”

“Okay.” He said and walks towards his laptop.

Even though we would be within the same suite, the thought of being in separate rooms suddenly seemed threatening. I went into the bedroom and retrieved a textbook, a pen, and a notepad from my backpack.

I was having a very hard time focusing on my studies. My mind kept drifting to the man in the living room. I kept feeling his arms around me. I kept hearing his heartbeat in my ear. I kept seeing his eyes piercing my soul.

“Since hotels inherently have pools, take a bikini.”

Michelle’s suggestion popped back into my mind and I looked towards my carry-on bag. As far as I remember, Andrew hasn’t seen me wearing that particular bikini yet and I wanted to wear it for him, to hopefully see him smile appreciatively.

I tried forcing myself back to my studies but my mind still would not focus. I kept thinking of my big brother, of wanting to appeal to him, of wanting him to view me as more than just his little sister. The bikini in the carry-on bag was a good step in that direction.

And finally, I gave up studying or more specifically, I put studying on pause. I got out from the bed and silently pushed the bedroom door mostly closed leaving it open just a little bit.

A few minutes later, I wore the bikini. It was a basic bikini in terms of design, red with black trim and strings. I liked how the tie side bottom showed off my hips and the strings tied into nice bows. As I looked at myself in the full-length mirror on the back of the bedroom door, I imagined Andrew standing behind me for a moment, watching my reflection with appreciation and admiration as his fingers gently tugged the bows loose…

But my eyes gravitated towards the reflection of my biggest insecurity, my breasts. While it was clear that there were indeed breasts beneath the red coverings, it was also explicitly clear that the breasts were not very sizeable at all. I sighed sadly, but quickly reminded myself that of all people, the man working in the living room was quite possibly the one person on the planet who could see past my semi-developed chest and recognize me for the woman I was inside.

I was finally wearing the bikini I wanted to show off in front of my big brother. However, my studies crawled back into my thoughts and I was able to compel myself back to the bed, back to the textbook and the pen and the notebook.

The warm hands upon my back woke me up. I fell asleep on my own notebook, the pen still in my hand. This was apparently how my big brother found me.

…as I was in my bikini.

More than a few times Andrew had massaged me and even occasionally rubbed lotion into my skin. Yet this time his touch was definitely different, definitely more meaningful and arousing.

I whimpered softly and delightfully buried my face into my folded arms. I could practically hear him smile as his hands worked their magic on my upper back, moving slowly downward on either side of my spine. Too much time had passed since he last massaged me, and I wished that time could come to a standstill so that I could enjoy the massage forever.

…or perhaps, eventually change roles and massage him. Although I truly felt he was far better at massaging.

I don’t know how long he massaged me. I only know that I was thankful that I was wearing the bikini, for his hands felt exquisite upon my bare skin.

And even though he had massaged me in the past, on this particular occasion, I found myself becoming wet. My heartbeat was increasing, and my breathing was changing as well.

I whimpered again, shifting subtly beneath the loving hands. He was arousing me, which in a way seemed so strange and foreign since my body had never reacted like this to his previous massages and he was only focusing his attention upon my back he was not touching me in places where a brother should never touch a sister (Yet).

His hands stopped moving and then lifted completely off from my back. I whimpered again, this time in soft protest at the lack of physical contact. I felt the bed move as he shifted position…

His lips pressed against my spine, directly between my shoulder blades. He was kissing my upper back.

I could have melted into a puddle upon the bed.

It was only a single kiss and then he straightened up again, a few fingertips gently scratching along my spine. I so desperately wanted to reach back and pull out the bow at my mid-back, to invite him to resume the massage, to resume touching me so intimately, to continue to arouse me, but I was afraid…

Already, in roughly twenty-four hours, our relationship had changed. We were no longer just any typical brother and sister who happened to be close. In twenty-four hours, our lives had truly become intertwined, in terms of both signing the apartment lease and showing our deepening affection for each other. In twenty-four hours, our love had progressed, crossing the line from familial love to romantic love.

…and I was scared that, somehow, after this weekend, perhaps even after this moment, our relationship would somehow be cast back into the familial realm. I did not want that.

…then again, my aroused body and mind did not want that, while my logical mind was trying to rationalize what was happening and how it would affect us in the future.

“I’m not sure if I have a little sister anymore,” he whispered. It was the first coherent statement either of us had made in some time, and his words almost seemed profane to the growing atmosphere of intimacy.

His words were not lost on me. I wondered if I would still have a big brother once he left the city. During the course of these twenty-four hours, I was seeing him less and less as a big brother and more and more as a man I could love.

“I hope you realize,” my big brother whispered, his voice shocking me again, “that we can never be ‘just’ sister and brother again.”

I could only nod, not certain that I truly wanted to speak at that moment. He was no longer massaging me, just touching me, stroking my exposed flesh, caressing me illicitly.

…heightening my arousal and my desire.

“Would you mind turning over?” he requested.

With a smile, I complied, happy to show off the front of my bikini, even though I did not have the breasts to make it a truly jaw-dropping vision for him. Self-consciously, I almost crossed my arms over my chest to hide my small breasts from his view, but I stopped myself, recognizing and hoping that he truly cared for me for more than just my body.

“You are very beautiful,” my big brother affirmed, “and I don’t mean just your body.”

His eyes displayed the truth, he truly felt that I was beautiful.

He caressed my stomach, his hand moving slowly upward to my lower ribs, then even further up my body, stopping directly over my fast-beating heart. His eyes sought mine, holding me captive for just a moment, even as his hand moved…

He squeezed my left breast, and my eyes fluttered closed as I slowly released my breath, which I was not aware that I was holding for a while now. He fondled my breast with a mixture of awe and experience. I had known about the women he dated in college, and I knew that he was not a virgin, so I was not surprised by the sense of experience which was transmitted from his hand to my breast. What did surprise me was that I could feel his awe, almost as if he had never touched a breast until that very moment.

Reaching up, I brushed a thumb across his cheek, and he smiled with his lips and with his eyes. Turning his head, he kissed the palm of my hand.

…and then, his stomach rumbled.

We both giggled a bit nervously, although Andrew was clearly more embarrassed about it than I was.

He kissed my forehead which was not unusual, as he had kissed my forehead or my cheeks many times in the past, but this time it carried an additional meaning, an additional sentiment of affection. The kiss also silenced us, and apparently caused his stomach to stop rumbling.

“Since you’ve brought the bikini,” he suggested, “you may as well ‘use’ it, so why don’t you go take a quick swim? When you get back, Room Service should have delivered dinner.”

I thought about it for a moment. I realized I don’t swim much when I go to a beach, I spend the vast majority of my time tanning, or perhaps exploring the area shops and eateries.

Ultimately, I declined. “I’m perfectly fine right here with you… and your rumbling stomach.”

Right on cue, his stomach made its presence known once again.

We soon made our way to the living room to check out the Room Service menu together. We made our selections and Andrew called in our orders. Then he told me that he had just a few more things to finish for work and then I would have his undivided attention for the rest of the weekend.

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