*Another quick, fun one. :)*
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The house had gone quiet as the last of the guests went home, and silence reigned for a long while after. She heard her parents go to sleep, and the muted sounds of the movie her brother was watching on TV. She picked up her book and decided she’d give him half an hour; after that she’d do her best to get some sleep before her wedding tomorrow. It was almost half an hour before he came in and closed the door behind him. He sat on the bed and smiled at her.
“Big day tomorrow, huh?” he said.
“Sure is.”
“I can’t believe my big sister’s getting married.” He shook his head. “It seems so *unreal*, still.”
“For me, too,” she told him.
“Excited?”
She nodded. “Of course.”
“Then off to Seattle.” He shook his head again. “Never gonna see you again,” he said mournfully.
She laughed and slapped his arm. “Don’t be silly!” she said, “We’ll be back to visit every chance we get.”
“I know,” he said, “but it won’t be the same.”
“Then we had better make the most of the time we have left,” she said softly, turned off her lamp and leaned over to kiss him.
They sat together for a long minute and kissed each other, their breath sweet on each other’s tongue. Then she pulled off her nightshirt and dropped in on the floor beside the bed, pulled aside her blankets, and motioned for him to stand. He stood and pulled his pants and underwear off to lay beside her clothes. She leaned over and took him into her mouth, sucked him until he came, swallowed, held him between her lips, running her tongue along his member until he went soft on her tongue.
She then lay back on her bed, her bare skin glowing softly in the moonlight. He removed his shirt and she spread her legs for him to lay between them, he returning the gesture, his tongue running along her, teasing her clit, darting in and out of her, one finger, two up in her as he licked and stroked her, and after a time that was both at once too long and not long enough she tangled her fingers in his hair to pull him close against her while she bit the knuckles of the other to muffle her cries in that dark night as she came once, twice, her belly twitching as each wave rode over her.
He moved up and lay beside her, stroked one breast and they kissed, each tasting themselves on the lips of the other with each one. Then, he reached across her to open the drawer of her nightstand.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Getting a condom?” he said, surprise in his voice. “What did you think I was doing?”
She pulled his arm away. “You don’t need one. Not tonight.”
“What do you mean?” he asked, more surprised still.
“Just what I said.”
“But what if you get pregnant?” he asked her.
That amused her. “What if I do?” she asked. “Yours, his….what does it matter? But tonight…tonight, I want you in me. Tomorrow, it will be my husband, my love. Tonight…I want my brother, my love. We’ve never done this without, and tonight I want to give you this.”
He whispered a *thank you* and rolled on top of her, and she spread her legs once again for him as he did. He ran the top along her to wetten it, and as he slid into her he gave a soft *Ooooooo* of surprise mixed with pleasure. She bent her knees to raise her waist to meet him as he entered her, and pulled him close when he was fully enveloped.
“Do I feel good?” she whispered to him, and was amused again by his frantic nod. “How good?”
“You…you feel *wonderful*,’ he told her, beginning to move within her.
“Do I?” she murmured, moving in rhythm with him. “Tell me. Am I soft?”
“*So* soft.”
“Am I warm?”
“*So* warm.”
She began to move a little faster, encouraging him. “Am I wet? Am I *good*?”
He kissed her deeply, and buried his hands in her hair. She fell silent then, lost in the feeling of her brother, her first love, deep within her, wrapped her arms around his back, one leg, the lips of her vagina gripping him close, every part of him close against her, on her, hot and full within her. She closed her eyes and arched her waist so he ran along her in the way that made her shiver. She was almost there.
“I’m going to finish,” he gasped, and began to pull out, but she wrapped her legs around his to keep him in place.
“Then finish!” she gasped. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop! I’m almost–”
With a strangled cry a wave of ecstasy rode along her as he thrust, hard, once, twice, then buried himself as deep as she could take him, the feel of that hot rush deep within her as he came lifting her higher than she’d ever experienced before. They lay there, together, trying to catch their breath, and after a long second he began to withdraw, but she stopped him before he could, asking to keep him there as long as he could, so they could be as close as they can for as long as they could. And so they lay there, brother and sister, in the bright moonlight of their last night together.
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