Destined Siblings, Chapter 7 [MF] [inc]

This time around I stayed up as Andrew was driving all morning. We listened to the radio for a while and then decided to connect our phones and listen to music we like as the radio’s music wasn’t so great and then we spent the rest of the drive simply chatting about random stuff.

I was wearing a skirt again. Almost for the entirety of the drive, Andrew kept his right hand on my left thigh, below the hem of my skirt. I really liked his simple gesture of affection and for most of the morning, I had my hand on top of his.

We stopped for lunch in a gas station which had a subway connected to it. We were sitting and eating on the outside tables with a clear view towards the construction lot on the other side of the highway and we realized that we were the only people there and in the gas station who don’t work there. As we were almost done with everything and we were about to get back on the road, we saw an SUV hit one of the construction vehicles on the other side of the highway which led for a lot of mess to be fall upon the highway causing roadblock. We called for the police instantly as we knew that there was nothing we could’ve done, but it also made us realize that accidents can happen at any given time and affect us in unexpected and unimaginable ways.

Needless to say, we were delayed and of course the police wanted us to stay in town that night in case they had any additional questions to ask us (FOR AN ACCIDENT). We had a two-day window between our expected arrival at the apartment and the expected arrival of the movers, but it still meant we need to significantly change our driving schedule.

Fortunately, the police got us into a hotel near the police station which was a local family-run hotel, not a big national chain. There was a pool, but it clearly had not been cleaned in several days, probably weeks and I doubted there was enough chlorine in the water. The only Internet access was the Wi-Fi in the lobby. There was no hotel restaurant, which was not a surprise and definitely no room service but there were several fast-food places within three blocks of the hotel. The television only offered the local channels, no cable or satellite option. For an extra fee, we could rent a DVD player and have our choice of several old DVDs which the staff kept on hand (what is this, 2005?).

And not so strangely, we never saw or heard any guests.

Andrew and I were called back to the police station shortly after dinner for additional questioning and after we were done, I asked them about the hotel. They said “It’s actually rarely used and police owned. We mainly use it for when there are witnesses who are not from here and need to stay for a day or two. Or if someone is coming from out of town to testify, we have arrangements for the witnesses to stay here. It’s more like a safe house. To my knowledge, you and your brother are the only guests there tonight.”

When we finally returned to the hotel, we knew that there were no other guests. We made sure by checking each floor for lights and all of them were turned off.

“This is a good thing you know?” my big brother said as we returned to our room.

“What is?”

“We’re on the third floor and we’re the only guests in the hotel. There seems to be only two people on staff right now and they’re both at the front desk. That gives us liberty to do something we otherwise won’t be able to do for quite some time probably.”

“And that would be…?”

He winked with a grin. “Let’s just say that I like SCREAMERS (he screamed quietly).”

I knew exactly what he meant. There were more than a few times on campus in the past year that I heard the cries of pleasure and occasionally the screams of pain, most of them coming from Henry’s room, since he was the self-admitted sadist of the dorm and for some reason, he had no shortage of women knocking at his door, lucky him.

However, I was a bit self-conscious. Firstly, I always viewed sex as something private, so either of us making noise to alert others of what was happening in the hotel room was not something I particularly wanted. On the other hand, it was my big brother and begging attention to the fact that he was the one giving my body such pleasures was not something I wanted to do.

The hotel room had two beds, each large enough for two people. That meant that we could use one for sex and one for sleeping. The bed furthest from the window was the bed we will be using for sex. We didn’t waste any time today and rushed into it. First, I slowly licked his balls and penis for around five minutes and then he just couldn’t resist any more so then, he put me on my hands and knees upon the bed as he slowly and thoroughly pushed his dick inside me and soon my fists were pulling at the covers and my face was buried in the pillow. I definitely honored his wish of me screaming, I didn’t try to hold back but the pillow definitely prevented my full-throated cries of pleasure from seeping past the window or down to the hotel lobby each time he penetrated my hungry body again and again. We went on for a long time as we were thirsty for each other’s body, presence and love.

For his part, Andrew was indeed rather loud to my ears. He sounded like a wild animal and he definitely fucked me like a primal beast. Yet it was still far from the lunge-lunge-lunge that I heard at the university. There definitely was an immense passion, desire and love in the way he touched me and held me during our sex. Even his rough handling of my breasts showed an admiration which was severely lacking from that initial sexual experience. I didn’t want this to stop, I didn’t want these possessive thrusts to end but when they eventually did, I felt cherished and not used.

This time it was my turn to fall asleep as he took a shower. I wonder what Andrew thought when he returned from the bathroom as he finds his little sister sprawled upon the bed asleep and naked as his seed dripping from her body. He never mentioned it and I never asked, but I like to think that he saw me there on the bed and even though I was clearly asleep, he wanted to dip into my body one more time that night.

The next morning, we had to make a final appearance at the police station, then we were finally on the road again. Instead of trying to drive fourteen hours to catch up to our schedule, we just drove about seven hours and basically pushed our entire schedule back by a full day. That was actually a good choice because being a Sunday, most places in these small towns would be closing around dinnertime rather than staying open late.

This was a bigger town than usual and we checked in our hotel and left our things in the suite. We then went for a late lunch in a restaurant at the town mall which was really close to the hotel we were staying at. As we were heading back, Andrew surprised me in the car.

He gave me $100 in cash.

“What’s this for?” I asked.

“As I watched you sleep in my arms last night, I was thinking that I don’t know if you have any nice lingerie. Every woman should have some nice and sexy lingerie even if it’s only for herself. I figure that there has got to be a lingerie store here in the mall, so go have at it.”

I was shocked and honestly had no idea what to say, so we ended up driving to a parking lot across the street in silence. As we got out of the car, I gave my big brother a big, long hug. For once, I didn’t care who saw us or what they may have thought of our public intimacy.

He was right, I never truly bought any sexy lingerie for myself and it never really crossed my mind till he mentioned it. I wanted to wear something sexy, something which only he and I would ever see. I wanted to buy this especially for him.

Like every mall these days, this one had a Victoria’s Secret store too, so that was where I went. There were so many options to choose from and for a moment that made me feel a bit heady. But however, seeing all the lingerie and all those busty women in the store shopping (and the two men clearly ogling those women) made me very self-conscious about my body and it was a vicious internal battle to prevent myself from crying of embarrassment.

As I left the store, I had to admit to myself that I made a good decision. I was absolutely certain that my big brother would definitely love what I bought and I knew that I would enjoy dressing in lingerie for the first time, which happens to be for him.

When we met back near the parking lot, I refused to show him what I bought. I didn’t allow him to look inside the Victoria’s Secret bag. “It’s a surprise,” I said blushingly with a happy smile. But even then, as we drove back to the hotel, he still kept trying to get me to reveal what I bought and I wouldn’t.

But once we were back in the hotel, my refusal to show him ultimately led us into a challenge of sorts back from our childhood, which was indeed wrestling. There were no body slams or choke holds but we moved the coffee table from the living room part of the suite to the bedroom and we turned the small work table so it was flushed against the wall.

“If I win, you must show me what you bought.” He said as he smirked.

We both knew he would win. Andrew was stronger and taller, giving him two significant advantages over me. Besides, we both knew that I would show him what I bought.

…at least eventually.

I spent most of the time on my back, struggling against my big brother’s strength. He was always able to either pin me or corner me quite easily and this time was no exception, yet I did not relent. I kept struggling, trying to push him away, to keep his hands from holding me down and flip us over (and succeeded once, only to be flipped onto my back again)

The temperature in the suite was not particularly cool so the whole wrestling combined with the close proximity of my big brother was making me feel rather warm and sweaty, despite the t-shirt and skirt I wore. I could feel my clothes sticking to me, my breasts particularly a bit uncomfortable from the heat and it was ultimately not the wrestling which wore me out, it was the heat, the sweatiness, the lack of hydration.

…and I still remained on the floor with my hands in a position of surrender. I was breathing hard, my chest heaving and my eyes closed.

Wrestling with his little sister had made Andrew aroused.

I heard the sound of a zipper opening and since I wasn’t wearing anything with zippers, it was clearly my big brother taking off his shorts. I opened my eyes and watched as his hardened penis was brought forth through the zipper of his shorts.

Seeing my big brother’s readiness to plunder my body began to arouse me. His kisses, gropes and humping of my thigh completed the process and so very soon, I was slowly sliding backward upon the forest green carpet, fully clothed with the crotch of my panty nudged aside. My body hungrily accepted the slow yet powerful thrusts of his penis. He went on for less than two minutes before he finished, it was a quickie this time, for his benefit and not mine, yet I didn’t feel used, not even when he suddenly withdrew from me and filled my clothes with his load. But after a moment, he seemed to suddenly recognize that I didn’t achieve orgasm and as I clutched him tightly, he laid beside me, fingering me until I reached my climax.

…twice.

I was so desperately thirsty afterwards, Andrew passed me a water bottle which didn’t have much water in it. I must have looked terrible, as Andrew stood and helped me to my feet and then led me to the bathroom, which really surprised me, especially as he began to undress me, touching me intimately, but primarily just focusing on stripping me.

“Take a shower,” he said softly. “I’ll go get some drinks for us.”

Butt naked, I simply nodded, but inside, my heart was melting, for his care and attention to my condition spoke volumes of just how much I meant to him and how much he wished to ensure my safety and my wellbeing.

And when he returned, he undressed and stepped into the shower with me, bringing a bottle of Pepsi for both of us and under the spray from the showerhead, with an arm around each other, we drank slowly, rehydrating and connecting, a little sister and a big brother sharing an inexplicably tender moment together.

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