As he started working on his laptop, I returned to the bedroom. I wanted to make sure I would stay awake, so instead of stretching out on the bed again to continue studying, I took my book, pen and notebook to the recliner by the tall window. For some reason, I was compelled to open the curtains and I stood at the window for a moment, before finally settling into the recliner to resume studying. *A young woman wearing a bikini, certainly a sight to entice more than a few eyes in the office tower across the street, if anyone happened to be looking in my direction*.
This time, the studying seemed to go rather quickly, as after a while I could faintly hear someone knocking at the door of the suite. We had a comfortable brother-sister banter over dinner and as we ate, I felt rather pleased that Andrew’s eyes kept roaming over me, including my two small breasts. It made me feel even more appreciated and loved. Underneath the table, I slid my ankles against his, subtly flirting with my eyes.
After dinner, we decided to watch a film. The hotel had all the major cable channels, plus five channels of revolving films, so we had quite a selection available to us, yet none of the offering appealed to us. So instead, we ended up cuddling on the couch as the daylight faded and the living room slowly darkened.
In a way, it reminded me of a camping trip that we took right after I finished my twelfth grade. Andrew had just graduated from college and was home for three weeks before starting his job. He and I spent four days camping at our favorite spot in the nearby forest. We just took a quick sunset swim in the river by our campsite when a sudden rainstorm started and as we were already wet, there was no point in diving into the tent. So, we huddled close as we sat at the base of a tree. Cuddling on the couch reminded me of that rainstorm a few years earlier, except in this case, my brother was wearing normal clothes and not swimming trunks.
Nothing was said for a long, long time. We simply held each other close and it almost felt as if we were each waiting for the other to take the initiative to take this relationship forward, as if each of us was afraid to make the first move.
At last, after the sun had truly set and the living room had reached its maximum darkness, I lifted my head from my big brother’s shoulder and placed a gentle kiss to the side of his neck.
“Anna…” he breathed, so softly I was not entirely sure that I really heard him with my ears.
He began to touch me in an unbrotherly manner and my body eagerly responded. I touched him illicitly as well, continuing to kiss his neck and moving up to his cheek and over to his ear, suckling the lobe gently which caused him to writhe in my arms.
Then his cell phone rang, “And I will always love you” our mother’s favorite song. My god did she love Whitney Houston.
The moment was lost. If it had been anyone else, even if it had been the Pope, we could have ignored the cell phone, but as it was our mother, we both knew that we were obligated to answer the call and tell her all about the new apartment.
After the call ended, Andrew and I were still in the darkness with a little bit of moonlight in the living room. He set the phone on the table next to his laptop and then turned to me with a pensive expression on his face. I was about to ask him what he was thinking when he began to unbutton his shirt.
It seemed like it was happening in slow motion, each button was released with care, precision and practiced ease. Slowly, the black garment opened from the neck downward revealing more and more of his flesh to my appreciative eyes. And soon I was moving towards him and almost before I realized it, I stood in front of him, looking up into my big brother’s eyes, the dimness highlighting the flame of love burning within him.
My hands found their way to his chest. He was certainly not a cover model material, but he was incredibly sexy to me, his hairless chest was expanding and contracting subtly as he was breathing. His hands rose to gently cradle my head and tilt my face upward again, our eyes joining and fusing intimately.
Our eyes separated long enough for both of us to watch as I pushed his shirt off his shoulders. He released my head and lowered his arms, allowing the shirt to fall to the floor behind him. He was topless, and I was about as close to naked as a woman can be without showing too much skin, so when I pressed myself against him, my spirit soared and when he closed his arms around me I felt as if I would melt.
I felt his cock stirring against me, lengthening and stiffening. My hands slowly slithered down his bare back to his jeans, cupping his lower cheeks, pulling his growing erection more firmly against me.
That had an effect upon me as well. Given that the cups of the bikini bra were rather thin, I was certain that my big brother could feel the hardening of my nipples against him. I wondered if he could feel my fast heartbeats, or sense the wetness beginning to seep from my body. He definitely must have been aware of how I moved subtly against him, pressing gently against the bulge in his jeans.
I suddenly had a vision, I was laying on my back in the grass, moonlight gracing us as my big brother pressed into my body, his hands gripping and tugging at my hair as he burrowed further into me, his eyes nearly overflowing with love, his facial expressions contorting from the pleasure I was giving him…
The kiss to my forehead helped me to focus on the present. In the darkness, his eyes ravished me.
“I want you,” my big brother whispered.
We were quickly approaching the point of no return. His hands seemed almost possessive as they roamed my back and sides. For a moment, I could not breathe. Already, our relationship has transformed into something no sister and brother should ever know, and after some thirty hours together, we were on the verge of crossing the ultimate line.
Deep in my mind, the last whisper of society’s collective voice was drowned out at last by the desire and the passion which had been oozing since Friday afternoon.
“Please be gentle with me,” I pleaded, knowing that of all people, he would definitely understand. As he already knew that he wouldn’t be the first person inside me (that had happened during my first month at the university) but he could be the first to give me a proper sexual experience that I would truly enjoy.
Deep in my heart, I knew he would.
Deep in my heart…
I held him tightly, my ear filled with his heartbeat. I was a little nervous, yet with him I knew I was safe, that he would be gentle, that he would take good care of me in this and in all matters and that allowed me to truly relax and enjoy the intimacy, even though no one outside of our suite would ever understand.
The strings at my mid-back were slowly being pulled. Again, time seemed to pass in slow-motion. Even though this was the first time anyone other than myself had removed my bikini, it felt like a replay, so was the deceleration of time in this integral moment.
This is it, I thought. There’s no turning back now. Your big brother is not just your brother anymore and perhaps can be something even more…
The bikini bra loosened up, it felt very strange, as for the first time since I was a very little girl, when I was definitely too young to wear a bra, it was someone else undressing me. Yet it felt absolutely right, as if this was fate finally manifesting itself. We shared a gaze which spoke volumes of our long relationship as siblings and the beginning of our relationship as something else from now on.
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