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Fated Ch. 01

By: WFEATHER



Author's Note: This series is essentially a continuation of the story "Investment," posted to Literotica in April 2008 (in the Novels & Novellas category). Reading "Investment" first should provide a good background for the events of this series.

*****

For several weeks, my big brother occupied my mind to such an extent that he may as well have taken up residence inside my mind, and even inside my body. My thoughts kept returning to him at the most unanticipated moments: in the middle of an exam, wondering what he was doing at work; showering, wondering if he was showering as well and thinking of me at that very moment; chatting with a friend, my comments suddenly faltering as I wondered what he would think of the conversation. My body essentially had a memory of its own, so that at times I would "feel" his hand upon my breast, or "feel" his thick erection prying me open. 

And then, of course, there were the times when I would purposely think about the wonderful weekend I had spent in Eric's company: selecting the apartment, signing the lease, awakening to his loving massage, the strings of my bikini being slowly untied, taking him into my mouth, his fingers deliciously hurting my nipples, his erection burrowing deeper into me, our combined love seeping from my body... When in the shower, with the shower curtain surrounding me, I would often masturbate while remembering, bringing myself to a heart-pounding climax each time yet feeling unfulfilled because my big brother was not there to share such moments with me. 

As the semester drew to an end, however, the apartment was finally available. The complex management had completed the recarpeting, the repainting, the recovering of the counters, and the cleaning of the heating/cooling system for what would be our new home. At the same time, the complex had been undergoing renovation, and that was almost completed when I went to sign the final paperwork, pay the security deposit (for my portion of the rent, since I did not have a non-university job as "collateral" for my living there), and take possession of the keys. 

Once alone in the apartment for the first time, I stood there, amazed. At last, it was ours, although the other half of "ours" was still several days away from standing there with me. 

I still needed to try to turn the apartment from an empty set of rooms to a place to live. Fortunately, a friend from campus would be arriving later that day with the belongings I had on campus, since I could not easily bring them all on a bus or on the light rail, but I still had nowhere to sit or sleep, no dresser, no table upon which to eat. I had only a few towels, certainly no means to wash the nonexistent dishes and cups, and only enough laundry supplies to handle a single load. I could decorate with a few posters, but that just somehow did not seem "right" for an apartment of this type. 

Nonetheless, as I meandered through the empty apartment, I felt almost complete. I felt much closer to my big brother, even though he was still far away. As I stood at the kitchen counter, I could almost feel him stepping up behind me and wrapping his arms around my middle. Despite the distance which separated us, I felt warm and cherished, loved and protected. 

As if on cue, Eric called my cell phone. "Guess where I am?" I challenged him instantly. 

He laughed. "I figured you'd be going to the apartment immediately after your exam." 

"How could I not? Besides, I have absolutely no desire to return to the dorms again unless absolutely necessary." 

"Okay, but where do you plan to sleep tonight?" 

"I've got a pair of pillows and a few blankets. That's more than enough for me in a pinch." 

"So now you're MacGyver?" 

"I'm what?" 

He laughed. "Never mind, youngster." 

After a moment, my big brother turned serious. "I'm looking forward to seeing you in a few days," he said quietly. 

"Yeah," I agreed lamely. "I've been... thinking about you." 

"Same here." 

"A lot." 

"I know the feeling." 

"I haven't been thinking about you as a sister." 

"I know. I'm guilty as well." 

"Well, guilty or not..." 

"Hmm?" I prompted. 

"I still definitely miss you, Erica." 

My heart swelled upon hearing my big brother say that. "Well, part of the reason I'm here already," I confessed, "is because, even though this apartment is empty, it still helps me to feel like you're with me." 

Across the many miles, I could hear him smile. "If I could be there with you right now, I would definitely be holding you." 

"Good answer," I joked, and we shared a soft giggle. 

"I should head back inside," he said dejectedly. "Lunchtime's over for me" 

"Are you sure you don't want to eat me for dessert?" 

"That's definitely appealing, but if you don't mind, I'll take a rain check... at least until you arrive." 

"Agreed." 

"Call me tonight and we'll talk about the moving and the buying stuff and getting the TV and Internet connected." 

"OK. And, um, Eric?" 

"Yeah?" 

I took a deep breath. "I love you, big brother." 

"And I love my little sister... probably much more than I should." 

That final exchange kept me in very high spirits for the rest of the day, and through the several days that followed. 

Fated Ch. 02



"Ladies and gentlemen, the Captain has turned on the Fasten Seatbelts sign..." 

It seemed to take forever for the plane to finally land, even longer to taxi to the terminal, and worst of all, our assigned gate was empty, but there was no flight crew at hand to guide the plane into position. After several weeks apart, I longed – I ached – to once again feel the loving arms surrounding me. 

The twenty-minute wait until the plane finally reached the gate was agonizing. Since I was in the very last row of the plane, it seemed to take even longer for the passengers in front of me to disembark. Navigating through the airport terminal to the baggage claim area where we were to meet was even worse given the insane number of people traveling on a Thursday afternoon. 

When we found each other at last, however, it was worth it to simply see the smile upon my big brother's face. Being crushed in his bear hug was even better. 

*****

I had been to Eric's apartment a few times. It was a small studio, stuffed to the proverbial gills with his belongings. He truly needed a much larger place, and our new apartment was just perfect for that. 

On entering his apartment, the bed was prominent: It was at the center of the tiny space, unmistakable, unavoidable. On previous visits, I had simply considered the bed's placement a necessary novelty due to the lack of space in the apartment, and I had slept alone in his bed while he had slept in a sleeping bag on the floor. 

On this occasion, however, we both knew that neither of us would be sleeping on the floor, and not because there were countless boxes stacked seemingly everywhere. 

In the car, the conversation had been quite active. Within minutes of arriving at Eric's apartment, however, we were in complete silence, cuddling upon the bed, each of us thankful that the separation had at last come to an end. To simply be in my big brother's presence once again filled me with a renewed energy, with a fresh outlook on life. It was almost as if he was a much-needed drug. 

Eventually, however, we got up long enough to order pizza, then cuddled on the bed again until dinner arrived. As we ate, however, he suddenly became pensive: 

"One last meal in this place." 

I knew that, despite how much he had complained about the tiny space, he was subconsciously quite fond of it, so I was not particularly surprised by his comment. I reached for his hand and enjoyed his firm grasp, looking into his eyes and seeing him remember various events which had taken place here. 

I looked around the tiny space. Even though I had been here several times, the number of boxes and the height of their stacks was amazing. Each box represented at least one memory for him. Strangely, his bed even represented a memory for me, as I thought of sleeping there when in the past the bed had been significant only for its placement. 

Soon, however, the bed would be in our apartment, and ideally we would share his bed on many, many occasions. 

After dinner, we went for a walk through the neighborhood. Living on the edge of a major university campus, there was plenty of traffic and plenty of students roaming about on a Thursday night. The booming music from the several bars was quite loud, competing with the loud opera music coming from an Italian restaurant across the street. I believe that Eric and I maintained a good, respectable distance between ourselves as we roamed the streets. 

One of the bookstores near campus was still open. "We'll have a long drive," my big brother reminded me. "Do you need to get anything to read?" 

I thought about that for a moment, and realized that two books may not be enough. Thirty minutes later, I had bought three more books compared to his one magazine, since Eric insisted on doing the majority of the driving during our road trip. "You should've bought the latest Playboy issue," I joked with him, and an older lady passing us on the sidewalk gasped in shock – whether because I had mentioned the name of an adult magazine or because it was a young woman making such a comment to someone who was obviously her brother, I am uncertain... not that it really mattered either way. 

Back at the apartment, however, there was really not much to do. The television was still plugged in, but the cable had been disconnected already, and the DVDs were all packed away. Since he had been using cable Internet, there was no online option since all the neighbors' wireless networks were properly secured. Other than the leftover pizza and a few drinks, there was nothing left in the refrigerator, a true testament to the fact that he was about to vacate this space permanently. 

We spent the rest of the evening on the centrally-placed bed, surrounded by boxed memories. It was sad in a way to see my big brother's apartment like that, and clearly he has a little distressed by it as well, so I did what I could to help to soothe his thoughts. 

I hugged him. I touched him. I kissed him. I even nibbled along his collarbone. 

In time, I held his hand to my chest. 

I was not his sister. Instead, I was the woman he loved, and although we did not make love that night, our extended play brought us both even closer together than I could have thought possible. 

*****

We awoke early to finish packing the final elements. The things which would be traveling with us were placed into the bathtub to be out of the way, and we waited. 

Soon, the Allied truck pulled into the parking lot. Nearly two hours later, the apartment was empty of everything except what was in the bathtub and two cans of Mountain Dew. An hour after that, after we each had taken a quick shower and inhaled the last of the drinks, we loaded his old Honda and hit the road, a short adventure ahead of us. 



Fated Ch. 03



Since we had not known exactly when the Allied driver would arrive that morning, Eric had planned that we would only drive about four hours the first day. Since the driver had arrived quite early, we checked into the hotel and still had a fair amount of daylight remaining. We both knew that the next few days would not be quite so fortunate in terms of the driving schedule. 

The company was being quite generous. Eric was able to use the company credit card to pay for gas (which was very much a welcome relief given the gas prices) and food, and he was able to arrange suites for us each night along the way at the company-approved hotels. Virtually the entire trip was being paid with the company credit card – the two things the company definitely would not pay for were anything with alcohol and anything related to sex. "As my new boss told me, somewhat jokingly, I think," my big brother commented at one point, "'The company won't pay to keep you occupied when you get to your hotel each night.'" 

That would be my job. 

The four hours of driving passed rather quickly for me: I slept most of the way. After about three hours of nonstop driving, I awoke and found myself looking directly at a gas pump. We took the opportunity to stretch our legs and buy a quick snack inside the gas station before continuing onward, and I again slept for most of the final hour, awakening as the car slowed to exit the highway. 

The hotel was on the outer edge of the city, with a large business park across the street and several other hotels in the immediate area. Check-in was fast and easy, and soon we lay together on the single massive bed, holding hands as we looked up at the off-white ceiling. 

"Sorry I was such a terrible traveling companion today," I apologized. 

"Don't worry about it," my big brother replied, giving my hand a squeeze. "Just having you in the car with me was nice." 

We soon went out for dinner, finding a nice local steakhouse which was quite popular. The Old West theme was very prominent, almost gaudy, but the food was absolutely sensational. It was clear that most of the customers were from the area, and that the waitresses seemed to know many of them personally. It reminded me of where Eric and I had grown up, in a small town where everyone literally knew everyone by first name, and it was surprising to see such a memory come to life again in a strange city. 

After dinner, we drove around the area, simply exploring, and found a nice park. We strolled together, chatting quietly, planning how the details of the move-in would be handled, specifically in terms of buying things for me since I really only had what was previously in my dorm room. At the small pond at the center of the park, we stopped and leaned against the fence, watching the ducks swimming merrily as the daylight began to fade. 

As we stood there, I realized that my big brother and I were engaged in everyday activities – driving, going out to eat, watching ducks – yet as mundane as they were, these activities were all the more meaningful to me. In a way, it was as if Eric and I were young again, spending almost all our time together; only now, we were far closer than we had been so many years earlier. 

We were much too close, according to my logical mind. Yet my heart beat a little faster just because my big brother stood beside me, just because he would hold me in his arms, just because he would kiss my cheek, just because he would give me a soft appreciative smile. While my mind tried to impose the dictates of society upon me, upon us, my heart sang of love and my gut affirmed the fate which had brought me so much closer to the one person who had already meant the world to me. 

As we watched the ducks, we became even closer still, and in a rather public way, in this semi-secluded public place, when my big brother placed his hand upon mine upon the fence. I looked at him with a loving smile, and saw the same being returned in triplicate, and we stood together watching the swimming ducks. 

*****

The return to the hotel was both bittersweet and wonderful. I had enjoyed watching the ducks, but I had also wanted to spend some time alone with the person I loved. 

My big brother suggested that I shower while he checked his work e-mail and took care of any critical issues, so I did, emerging afterward wearing only a large hotel towel. He happened to be walking past the bathroom toward the bedroom when I opened the door, appearing within a large cloud of steam. With an appreciative smile, Eric ogled me openly, causing my heart to beat a little harder and making me feel the initial hints of wetness even though I had just dried myself. 

While he was showering, I decided that I should massage him, especially his lower back. After all, he would be doing most if not all of the driving for this trip, so it made sense to do what I could to alleviate any discomfort he may develop, and although he had not indicated any distress in his lower spine from the four-hour drive that day, I figured that he would appreciate some "preventative medicine." 

Eric followed my lead, stepping out of the bathroom wearing only a large hotel towel. I was still wearing a towel as well, and we giggled about that fact. 

Soon, Eric was on his stomach upon the bed, the towel removed. He was fully naked, his head buried in his folded arms. Certainly, he would have heard me removing my towel, and I wondered if just that sound was enough to cause him to grow and harden. 

I have never considered myself to be particularly good at giving a massage, but I tried to mimic the tactics he had used on me several weeks earlier in another hotel. I know that I was not doing as good a job as him, but Eric did not make any indication that he was dissatisfied with my effort. 

For a long time, I kept the massage quite chaste, focusing solely upon his back and his shoulders. since he was fully naked, however, the temptation was definitely there for me to begin touching him elsewhere, to spread his legs and gently knead his testicles, to squirm a hand underneath him to brush my fingers along his manhood... 

"Reach under me," Eric whispered as he spread his thighs, his words surprising me after such a long period of silence. Tentatively, I complied, my fingertips first finding his testicles and fondling them gently. As he lifted up a little, I slipped my hand further underneath him to find that he was already quite aroused from the massage. 

"I know you've doubted yourself before," he said softly, "but this should prove that you're good at massages." 

He rolled onto his back, his thick erection instantly attracting my eyes. 

No longer was this about a relaxing massage. I touched my big brother's prominent manhood. I licked his dripping tip, savoring the flavor of his desire. I sucked gently, my head bobbing slowly, eventually taking more and more of him into my small mouth. My fingernails gently scratched his testicles, causing him to shudder visibly and groan softly. 

I was wet. Pleasuring this man, who had earned my love and my respect, was a pleasure for me. It was an incredible learning opportunity, for I had virtually no sexual experience in comparison to him. While I knew what to do from having read plenty of stories and seen more than a few porn clips online, this was my time to touch, lick, suck, scratch, fondle, and learn how each caused my big brother to react. Whenever I looked up his body, his eyes were closed, his lips parted slightly, his facial expression one of rapture. 

When my jaw became too fatigued, I would stoke him with my hand. My hand was so small that his shaft seemed to rise up like a skyscraper. My saliva provided the lubrication for me to stroke him, my hand closed firmly around his thickness. "Just like that..." he whispered, his breathing changing. 

The company won't pay to keep you occupied when you get to your hotel each night.

Remembering the words of his new boss made me smile, made me proud. The implication in the statement had been that the company would not pay for anything sex-related. Yet I was upon the bed with him, his own sister, keeping him "occupied" quite nicely despite my sexual inexperience, and from the sounds he was making, I was clearly doing a good job. 

I took my big brother into my mouth again, sucking and tonguing his bulbous tip as my hand stroked the rest of his thick shaft. "Oh God..." he said not quite so softly. "You're gonna make me cum... Don't stop..." 

I felt the surge rush along his length, but before it had truly registered with my conscious mind, the initial spray of warmth hit the roof of my mouth. It surprised me greatly, and instinctively, I lifted my head away just in time for a second spray of his love to splatter upon my chin and neck. Several more volleys of white marked my face, each one accompanied by a barely-restrained grunt of release. 

As I felt the physical manifestation of my big brother's love cooling and slowly sliding down my face, I beamed, proud that I could have produced this result despite my inexperience. 

"Thank you, sis," he whispered. "I needed that, and I've wanted that for a while." 

"You've wanted to be sucked?" 

"Not necessarily," he confessed, "but I have wanted to give you a facial." 

I beamed again, elated that he had wanted to go something so naughty with me. 

I soon stood, located my towel and wrapped it around me again. We shared a long fond gaze before I returned to the bathroom where, standing outside the spray from the showerhead, I quickly but quietly brought myself to a good climax while still wearing my big brother's climax upon my face and neck. Only then did I finally step forward into the hot water to clean the naughtiness from my skin. 

When I returned to the bedroom, Eric was asleep on top of the covers. He looked so sweet and angelic, yet in a way he looked incredibly vulnerable. It was also a little difficult to envision that his penis had previously been so long and thick, the conduit for the illicit love with had erupted in my mouth and bathed my face. In a way, I was saddened, but I also knew that he definitely needed his rest in order to properly concentrate on driving. 

Since I was not particularly tired yet, I shed the towel and sat in the chair by the window with one of the books I had bought for the trip, and that was where Eric found me in the morning, the book having fallen from my sleepy hands to the soft carpet.



Fated Ch. 04



I stayed awake all morning. As my big brother drove, we listened to a CD one of his college friends had made with a band she had formed in Seattle, and I had to admit that she had a good voice, her Malaysian accent adding a different twist to the English lyrics. We actually listened to the CD twice, then spent the rest of the morning simply chatting. 

Once again, I was wearing a skirt. Throughout much of the drive, Eric kept a hand upon my bare left thigh, directly below the hem of my skirt. Admittedly, I enjoyed his simple gesture of affection, and for most of the morning, I had a hand atop his. 

We stopped around lunchtime at a gas station which fortunately had a Subway: good nutritious food for a relatively low price. We ate as we sat upon a picnic table with a nice view of the highway we had just exited, so we essentially had front row seats when a semi plowed into the median-based support pillar of a bridge and brought untold tons of concrete onto the highway. Other than instantly calling 911, we knew that there was nothing we could do, but it also made us realize that accidents can happen at any time and affect us in unexpected and perhaps unimaginable ways. 

Needless to say, we were quite delayed. In fact, the police wanted us to stay in town that night in case they had additional questions for us. Fortunately, we had a two-day window between our expected arrival at our apartment and the opening of the arrival window for the Allied driver, but it still meant a significant change in our driving schedule. 

The police worked their contacts to get us into a hotel near the police station. It 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, and I doubted there was enough chlorine in the water. The only Internet access was through a pair of computers in the lobby which used dial-up connections. 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 – there was 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. 

And, strangely enough, we never saw or heard any guests. 

Eric and I were called back to the police station shortly after dinner for additional questioning, and at one point, I specifically asked about the hotel. "It's actually rarely used," I was told. "We primarily use it for situations like this, when there are witnesses who are not from the area who need to stay here for a day or so. Or if someone is coming from out of town to testify, we have arrangements with the Prosecutor's Office to have the witnesses stay there where they won't be too easily distracted. And as necessary, we've used that hotel as a safe house of sorts, depending on the level of danger involved. To my knowledge, you and your brother are the only guests there tonight." 

When we finally returned to the hotel, it was clear that there were no other guests: There were no lights on in any of the rooms facing the street, and Eric and I took a stroll around each floor and saw no lights peaking out from underneath any of the doors. 

"This is a good thing, you know," my big brother said as we returned to our own room. 

"What is?" I asked, curious. 

"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." 

I knew exactly what he meant. There had been more than a few times on campus that year that I had heard the sounds of sex – not necessarily the slamming of bodies, but definitely the cries of pleasure... and occasionally the screams of pain, primarily coming from Jeff's dorm room, since he was the self-admitted sadist of the dorm and for some reason had no shortage of women knocking at his door. 

I was a bit self-conscious, however. First, I'd always viewed sex as something private, so either of us making enough noise to alert others to what was taking place in the hotel room was not something I particularly wanted. On the other hand, my partner was my big brother, and calling others' attention to the fact that he was the one giving my body such pleasure 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 used for sex. When he entered me, I was on my hands and knees upon the bed, and soon my fists were pulling at the covers, my face buried in a pillow. I honored his wish: I did not try to hold back the sounds of my pleasure, but the pillow definitely prevented my full-throated cries from seeping past the window or penetrating down to the hotel lobby each time he penetrated my hungry body. 

For his part, Eric was indeed rather loud to my ears. He truly sounded like a wild animal, and he definitely fucked me like a primal beast. Yet it still was far from the lunge-lunge-lunge that I had experienced shortly after starting at the university. There was a definite passion and desire and love in the way he touched me. Even his rough seizing of my breasts communicated an admiration which had been severely lacking from that initial sexual experience. Unlike before, I did not wish for the possessive thrusts to end, but when they eventually did, I felt cherished, not used. 

This time, it was my turn to fall asleep as he showered. I wonder what Eric thought on returning from the bathroom to find his little sister sprawled upon a bed, asleep, naked, his white seed seeping from her body. He has never mentioned it, and I have never asked, but I like to think that he saw me there upon the bed and, even though I was clearly asleep, wanted to dip into my body one more time that night. 



Fated Ch. 05



In the morning, my big brother and I needed to make a final appearance at the police station, then we were on the road again. Instead of trying to drive twelve hours to catch up to our schedule, we just drove four hours and essentially pushed our entire schedule back by a full day. That was actually a good choice, because, being a Sunday, most places would be closing around dinnertime instead of staying open late. 

After checking in at the hotel and leaving our things in the suite, we went for a late lunch at an Applebee's across the street from a mall. Once back in the car, before he turned on the engine, Eric surprised me greatly: 

He gave me $50 in cash. 

"What's this for?" I asked. 

"I was thinking last night as I watched you sleeping in my arms that I don't know if you have any nice lingerie. Every woman should have some nice, sexy lingerie, even if only for herself. So I figured that there's gotta be a lingerie store there in the mall across the street, so go have at it." 

I was shocked. I honestly did not know what to say, so we ended up driving across the street in silence, but when we got out of the car, I gave my big brother a big hug. For once, I did not care who saw us or what they may have thought of our public intimacy. He was right: I had never had any truly sexy lingerie for myself, and while it had never crossed my mind until he had mentioned it, I wanted to wear something sexy, something which only he and I would ever see. 

Like many malls, this one had a Victoria's Secret store, so that was where I went. There were so many options to choose from, and for a moment the selection made me feel a bit heady. Seeing all the lingerie, however, and especially all the busty women in the store (and the two men openly ogling the busty women in the store) made me very self-conscious, however, and it was a vicious internal battle to prevent myself from blushing from embarrassment. 

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

When we met at the appointed time in front of the pet store, I refused to allow my big brother to look inside the Victoria's Secret bag. "It's a surprise," I informed him with a happy smile. Even as we drove back to the hotel, he kept trying to get me to reveal what I had purchased, but I would not relent. 

My refusal to relent ultimately segued into a challenge of sorts from our childhood once we were back in the hotel suite: wrestling. There were no body slams, no choke holds, no pile drivers, but we did purposely move the coffee table from the living room part of the suite to the bedroom, and we turned the small work table so it was flush against a wall. 

"If I win, you must show me what you bought." 

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

...eventually. 

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

The air temperature in the suite was not particularly cool, so the activity combined with the close proximity of my big brother was making me feel rather warm 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 remained still upon the floor, my hands in a position of surrender. I was breathing hard, my chest heaving, my eyes closed. 

I heard the distinctive sound of a zipper opening, and since I was not wearing any clothing with zippers, it was clearly my big brother undressing. I opened my eyes and watched as his hardened anatomy was brought forth through the zipper of his shorts. 

Wrestling with his little sister had made Eric aroused. 

Seeing my big brother's readiness to plunder my body began to arouse me. His kisses and his gropes and his 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 accepting the slow yet powerful thrusts of a prohibited penis. It was a quickie for his benefit, not mine, yet I did not feel used, not even when he suddenly withdrew from me and lined my clothes with white, but after a moment, he seemed to suddenly recognize that I had not achieved orgasm, and as I clutched him tightly, he lay beside me, fingering my sex until I had achieved climax. 

...twice. 

I was so desperately thirty afterward. I must have looked terrible, for Eric stood and helped me to my feet, and 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." 

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, just 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 Dasani for each of us, and, under the spray from the showerhead, with an arm snaked around each other, we drank slowly, rehydrating and connecting, a little sister and a big brother sharing an inexplicably tender moment together. 



Fated Ch. 06



It was Monday morning, and while I desperately wanted to remain in bed, I knew that Eric was right: We needed to get going before the rush hour traffic slowed us down. On the positive side, that meant that we arrived at our final hotel earlier than usual. 

We ate dinner in the hotel restaurant, and more than a few people looked at us curiously. We were not being affectionate in public, and we were not talking loudly or wearing "unusual" clothing. We were simply a big brother and a little sister enjoying a meal together. 

Following dinner and a short walk together in the small park across the street from the hotel, we retired to the hotel suite, the last one we would be enjoying for quite some time. While my big brother worked a bit on his laptop, I decided to lay on the sofa with the book I had been reading for most of the day. 

I had clearly fallen asleep, for suddenly, Eric knelt beside the sofa, a hand gently rubbing my stomach. "I didn't know my little sister was actually Sleeping Beauty," he joked. 

"Well, let me fall asleep again so you can wake me up with a kiss." 

We shared a smile for a moment before he rested his head upon my chest. Once when I was fourteen or fifteen years old, the family cat had decided to curl up on my chest, but otherwise, I had never had a person's head resting upon such an inappropriate area of my body. A long silence passed as I cradled my big brother's head and ran my fingers through his short hair. 

"I like what I hear," he finally said. 

"You just like hearing it through a breast," I chided him. 

"That helps as well," he admitted. He lifted his head from my chest and kissed each breast appreciatively, making me smile again. "I've long liked breasts, but the fact that these are your breasts really makes them all the more significant." 

Rising from the floor, my big brother settled himself upon me, his hands on my breasts as we kissed. It felt so good to have him pressing me into the sofa, his hands kneading my small breasts. I could feel him harden and lengthen against me, and soon I was helping him to move against me, to slowly increase his arousal just as his actions were slowly increasing the flow of desire from my body. 

Something unexpected happened: As his hands focused upon my chest, as I felt the love pouring directly from him into my heart, I subconsciously began to feel more comfortable with my own body, specifically with my breasts. There was something tender and heartfelt about how my big brother touched me, about how the attention of his hands were so riveted upon my twin swells. I could never fully explain it in words – words simply are not adequate. 

It was not just his hands... It was also something intangible, yet something I could feel permeating my skin, penetrating deep into my soul. It was almost a "permission" to view myself as beautiful even though my body was not quite up to the media-enforced societal standard for an eighteen-year-old female. 

My body truly responded. Through shirt and bra, I was almost certain that my big brother could feel my nipples poking into his palms. Even though I was fully clothed, I could practically smell my own thoroughly-aroused musk deep in my nostrils. Even though he was in the dominant position and pressing me into the sofa, I attacked him with my mouth, practically raping him with my tongue, delving so deep into his mouth that he squealed with surprise and squeezed my breasts even harder, which simply inspired me to try to slither my tongue down his throat. 

When we finally came up for air, I was hot, and we were both breathing rather heavily. He gazed deep into my eyes with a lust that bordered on the primal; only the natural, deep-rooted gentleman within him held the primal beast at bay, and I was thankful for that, for it was the gentleman which had so completely shaped the personality of the big brother I knew and respected and loved – the primal beast was foreign to me, an exotic animal I had never seen and was not entirely certain I wished to see. 

"We need to stop," he said, I believe more to himself than to me. "Right here." 

I could only nod, somewhat relieved that the primal beast was still caged, yet for some reason I was slightly saddened that I had not become my big brother's prey. 

*****

We decided to bring things to a simmer between us by going for a swim together. I put on my bikini and added shorts and a t-shirt over it, while Eric put on his swim trunks and a t-shirt. We each grabbed an extra towel from the bathroom and made our way downstairs. 

Twilight was upon us, and the air felt nice and cool on my skin as we stepped outside. While there was an older man swimming laps in the indoor pool, we were alone at the outdoor pool, the underwater lights giving the pool almost an eerie glow. The large canopy over the pool made the area even darker, which further highlighted the pool's near-glow and also gave us some privacy from any prying eyes in the upper floors of the hotel. 

I have never been a strong swimmer, so I stayed in the shallow end of the pool while my big brother swam several laps. When he finally stood beside me again, he smiled. 

"At least this time your bikini is getting wet the intended way," he said. 

I punched him – playfully – in the arm. 

That started another wrestling match of sorts. He dunked me at least three times as often as I was able to dunk him, but that was the norm, and it felt great. It was indeed a great way to bring the sexual tension between us to a simmer, even though several times he had seized a breast and not immediately let go. 

When at last we stood beside the pool and dried ourselves, I looked at him, thinking of the fun we had just experienced in the water, and remembered the past, when it was purely my big brother playing with me in that manner. Standing before me was the very same person, only a bit older, slightly more muscular, and with a few gray strand of hair already forming, yet now this person was also the protector of my heart. 

"I really needed that swim," Eric confessed as we rode the elevator up to the seventh floor. "Otherwise, I don't know that I could've..." 

"'Could've' what?" I prompted. 

He sighed, reaching for my hand. "Before the swim," he admitted, "I could feel the 'other' me coming to the fore. It's someone I don't care for much, because he seems so foreign, so... violent. He's not like me, and I don't care for him." 

The elevator chimed for the seventh floor, and he released my hand. We stood a respectable distance apart as the elevator doors opened, and stepped out into the brightly-lit hallway, our conversation on hold until we were safely back in our suite with the door securely locked behind us. 

"Something only one other person besides me knows," Eric finally continued, clearly distressed, "is that I've actually fucked someone before." 

I was confused. "I'm not sure why you're concerned about that..." 

"You know me, Erica. I've always been respectful to you and to our mom and to every girl and woman I've ever known. Sure, you and I have played around a bit – wrestling, things like that – but that was always in the name of fun. Whenever you and I make love, it is truly that: truly making love, truly respectful and almost gracious and glorious. But there was one time – and I'm almost certain that she spiked my drink – that I didn't make love with someone. I fucked her. Fast and hard. And somehow, I couldn't stop, even though I was appalled at what I was doing. Even though she clearly enjoyed it, especially when I bit her fiercely as I shot into her, it just wasn't me, it wasn't the gentle Eric I've always been, and it really shook me for days afterward, and even now." 

I had known in very general terms about my big brother's "success" in bedding women, but this was a revelation to me, yet I had also sensed it when he was upon me on the sofa earlier in the evening. I had sensed the beast, ready to tear into me, rutting with the singular purpose of spreading his genes, growling with the pride of conquest. Yet the gentleman in him was so strong and so prevalent, even at that moment, that I practically saw the beast recede into the shadows of his sexuality, into the realms the gentleman would never know nor wish to experience. 

To be honest, I did not particularly wish to experience my big brother's "beast" persona. I was perfectly content with the slow, respectful, cherishing lovemaking we had enjoyed. I was more than willing to give my body to him, but I was not certain that I would want him to simply take me, to use me, to pound away as if I was simply a sex doll, simply a receptacle for his sperm. I was not yet ready for that. 

And I was thankful that we had reached this point, this realization, before we both finally moved into the apartment which we would share for at least the next three years. Having reached this point when we did would essentially "banish" the beast from the apartment. 

As if to illustrate his point about being slow and respectful, my big brother made love to me in the darkness, the covers over us and trapping in the heat and the love we generated. I gave myself fully to him, my hands clenching his tightly as my orgasm surged around his invading anatomy. And then he continued, nudging me toward a second climax before pouring his seed deep inside my accepting body. 

He was still upon me, his weight pressing me deep into the mattress, his hands still clasping mine, as I drifted off into slumber. 



Fated Ch. 07



Somehow, when we awoke in the morning, my big brother was underneath me. I never could figure out how that happened overnight without me awakening during the "switch." 

We had only a three-hour drive ahead of us, so we took our time in the morning. We made it to the hotel's free breakfast with three minutes to spare. We lounged around in the suite for a bit before finally checking out just before Noon. 

By 4:30PM, following a leisurely drive with a long lunch at a truck stop along the way, we finally stood in our apartment. 

Our apartment. 

Together. 

Eric stood behind me, his arms wrapped around my lower ribs as I leaned back into him. At last, this was our place. Although it was practically devoid of anything useful at the moment, this would soon be our home. 

We would be living together once again. This would be our haven away from the pressures of daily life and the dictates of modern society. 

At the moment, it was a plain, mundane apartment, with light brown carpeting and walls and tile and cabinetry and doors in various shades of off-white. Perhaps the best part of the apartment itself, however, was the enclosed balcony, offering a place to sit "outside" yet still be protected from any insects, especially during the summer; that was unfortunately muted somewhat by the view from the enclosed balcony: a prime view of the parking lot. 

"Let's bring your stuff in from the car," I suggested, "then this will truly be a home." 

"It's already a home," my big brother countered as he gave me a nice squeeze, "because you're here." 

*****

We had virtually no food in the apartment, which meant going out for dinner and then going to the grocery store. Eric's cookware was on an Allied truck somewhere, which limited us to buying food which could be eaten as-is or prepared in a microwave. Because of such limitations, I think the girl at the checkout was really surprised at our selections. 

We still only had a single ottoman (which I had acquired for the dorm room) for seating, and that was the extent of the furniture. There were no beds, no chairs, no tables, no bookcases. 

But, most importantly, we had each other. 

The lack of proper furniture truly made itself known as darkness fell upon the city. I was sitting on the floor, leaning against a wall in the living room while reading a book, when my big brother noted: "I guess we're sleeping on the floor tonight." 

I had known that we would be sleeping on the floor, but until he had vocalized that notion, I had not consciously thought about it. "It's only for two nights," I said. "I think we'll survive." 

We went "to bed" early that night, which was probably what we needed to do anyhow after several days of driving. "The bed" was a few pillows and a sheet which I had used in the dorm room. As the dorm had only had narrow twin-size beds, it was a tight fit for us both underneath the sheet, but neither of us minded. My big brother held me close, his bare flesh feeling so sensual against me. 

Neither of us could sleep, however. At the back of my mind, I felt that we should truly turn this place into our own by having sex. Given how Eric soon began to touch me in the darkness, he almost certainly felt the same, especially as his manhood became much more prominent against me. 

The sheet was soon cast away. We were caressing, kissing, touching, nibbling. He placed a thigh between my legs and I began to rock against him. I sucked gently on an ear lobe, and his breath caught in his throat. He pinched a nipple somewhat roughly, and I groaned softly while writhing even more against him. 

At last, my big brother rolled me to my back and entered me – slowly, respectfully, lovingly. Once again my body gladly yielded to him, accommodated him, tried to entice him ever further inside me. I wonder if he felt that he was making love to a skittish butterfly – that was how gently he treated me. My own big brother was the one inside me, the one gradually extracting my femininity. 

The first climax was entirely mine. My body continued to meet each respectful thrust, continued to seize the embedded anatomy, and when I achieved orgasm again, it was ours, his white-hot love filling my body with each powerful thrust claiming me as his. Only then were we able to drift into slumber, for the long journey had ended, and even though our material possessions had yet to arrive, we had at last made the mostly-vacant apartment our home. 



Fated Ch. 08



By late Saturday night, the apartment both felt and finally looked like a home. 

My big brother and I each had a bedroom, complete with bed, and each bedroom also doubled as a place to work or study. While Eric had been able to have Allied move all his bedroom-related furniture and his small desk, we had to buy all that for me and have it delivered. The end result was that I had better furniture, especially in terms of the bed fame, as it was made of wrought iron and would be able to sustain plenty of usage... and I had no doubt that my big brother would often be inside me. 

The dining room was tiny, just large enough for the small table and four chairs my big brother had. 

The kitchen was fully stocked. The cupboards were full of dishes over the sink and food over the refrigerator and over the stove/oven. The refrigerator was almost completely full of food, although it was quite clear that the residents of this apartment were a student and someone who still tended to eat like a student. 

The living room sported the TV, his game consoles, a futon (or a "flip-n-fuck," as Eric called it), the media rack with our DVDs and his video games, a coffee table, the cable modem and the wireless router for our home network, and also a bookcase for displaying his collection of statuettes of (mostly busty) anime babes. 

The only "quibble" I had with the apartment was the bathroom. It had a door leading into each bedroom, which was fine, and it had plenty of storage as well, which was perfect for all the cleaning supplies, but it only had a single towel rack. It was a minor thing overall, but it did annoy me a bit, and I vowed that as soon as I could, I would find another towel rack for the bathroom. 

Sunday was our day to rest and relax, for the following day would be when Eric started at the new office and when I had to return to campus to begin my summer job working in the library. The day began as Saturday had ended: in my big brother's arms as he spooned with me. I awoke to his hand cupping a breast and kneading gently, his erection poking my backside. 

"Did you awaken in a rather horny mood?" I whispered, wondering if he could hear my smile as his hand dispelled the remnants of sleep. 

"I can't help it." He placed a gentle kiss on the back of my head. "There's a really beautiful and loving young woman in my bed, and she happens to be as naked as the day she was born. How can I not be horny?" 

Admittedly, his naked presence was having an affect on me, an affect magnified by the hand fondling my breast. I said nothing more – I simply allowed him to touch me, to rub against me. When I did make a sound, it was a soft whimper or a contented sigh. 

"I think the plan for today," he finally said, breaking the comfortable silence, "is to make love to you in every part of the apartment." 

I smiled at that. "Even the closets?" 

"Sure," he replied. "There's enough room in each." 

"Okay... but will you be able to cum that often in a single day?" 

He thought about that for a moment as he squeezed my breast a little harder. "Okay. No closets. But that still leaves two bedrooms, the bathroom, the kitchen, the dining room, and the living room. And the balcony." 

I shuddered. Having sex on a balcony is nice in theory, but since our balcony was plainly visible to anyone in the parking lot, the practicality of it was severely compromised. Furthermore, there was an apartment below ours with an enclosed patio directly underneath our enclosed balcony, and in the few days we had lived there, we had already discovered that the downstairs neighbors would sit on their patio at random times to smoke. Plus, there was a sidewalk directly next to their patio, leading residents to and from the parking lot, so even if we were not seen, it was possible that even if we were extremely quiet, someone with a discerning ear could potentially hear us anyhow, hear the joining of our bodies, hear the sloshing of my wetness being forced out of me by my big brother's penetrations. 

"Believe me, the possibility of being discovered makes things even more interesting." 

I knew that he had once had sex with a girlfriend not far from a hiking trail in a popular state park. My former roommate had confessed to me one night that she had been nicely fucked in the women's locker room of the university rec center after closing time, even though she and her boyfriend both knew that the janitorial staff would be coming in soon to clean. I had seen accounts online from people who had tried sex in public or semi-public places, but I just could not fathom myself actually enjoying such a thrill, not to mention actually allowing it to happen. 

"I'll need to think about that," I finally acknowledged. "If we do, let's save the balcony for last." 

"Okay," he replied into my ear, the hope evident in his voice. Seemingly a heartbeat later, he was fully embedded within me, making love to me, officially starting our day of sex. 

Throughout the day, we interspersed mundane things such as showering and doing the laundry with sexual interludes. In the bathroom, I sat on the counter between the two sinks, leaning back against the long mirror as my big brother stood between my spread legs. In the dining room, he sat in a chair and I impaled myself upon him, and we held each other close and shared a lot of kisses as we made love. in the kitchen, I was bent over the counter and taken from behind. In my bedroom, as he lay upon the bed, I rode him, facing away from him and leaning back, propped up on my arms but with my chest in a position which allowed him to fondle my breasts. In the living room, we used the flip-n-fuck in a standard missionary position. 

Night had invaded the city. Being a Sunday night, most places were closed, which meant that there was very little activity in the parking lot as the residents of the apartment complex all prepared to return to work in the morning. Eric was in his bedroom, finalizing a few things for work, and I stood in the walk-in closet of my bedroom. 

The Victoria's Secret bag called to me. 

Soon, I was wearing the lingerie I had bought, the lingerie over which my big brother and I had wrestled several days earlier. At last, he would see it – which was his right, since he had won the wrestling match, although I would never had bought it if I had not intended for him to see me wearing it. The lingerie would also help alleviate some of my concerns in his desire to have semi-public sex with me, his own little sister. 

I went from my bedroom to the dining room, where virtually an entire wall was a mirror. I was impressed with how it looked on me: a sexy pink lace bra with ruffles and metallic highlights, and a matching panty. There were slits in just the right locations for someone to easily reach my nipples or slide into my awaiting sex. 

...and "someone" was in the other bedroom. 

I returned to my bedroom long enough to add some lipstick, then went into the living room and turned off the lights. 

"Going to bed so soon?" Eric called out, apparently having noticed the sudden lack of lamination from the living room. 

I simply stood in his bedroom doorway, leaning against the door jam, my arms folded just below my breasts. "Not yet," I said. "There's something we need to do first." 

"Oh?" At that, he turned around, his focus changing from the laptop to me, and he instantly smiled. "The lingerie from the other day?" he asked, and I answered with a nod. Standing straight, my arms at my sides, I crossed the bedroom and stood before him before straddling his thighs and hugging him tightly, relishing the feel of his arms around me. 

"I've wanted to wear this for you," I admitted, "but I wanted to wait a bit, make it a surprise for you." 

"It's a great surprise," he acknowledged into my ear, gently stroking the back of my head. "But what about the 'something we need to do first?' What's that about?" 

I kissed Eric's cheek. "Take me," I requested, "on the balcony, just like you wanted. The lingerie stays on, but you'll still have complete access to me..." 

That was when he slipped a hand between us, between my thighs, and growled softly in a very alluring way as he discovered the open-crotch style of the panty. 

It did not take him long to be ready to dip into my body again. I clung to him as he stood, essentially forcing him to carry me, my arms and legs wrapped tightly around him. Since the sliding door to the balcony was just outside his bedroom, we paused briefly to turn off his bedroom light, making it virtually impossible for anyone in the parking lot to look up and see us as we opened the blinds and pulled them aside before sliding open the glass door and stepping out onto the patio. 

Very carefully, Eric descended to his knees and helped me to lay upon the cool concrete of the patio. He aligned himself beside me and simply touched me, almost in amazement that his little sister would be wearing something sexy just for him. 

I was already wet, and my nipples were already erect, but his attentions greatly reinforced both aspects of my condition. There was no doubt that I was ready, and as I kneaded him through the front of his jeans, there was no doubt that he was ready as well. For some reason, however, he simply wanted to touch, and I was fine with that. 

...for the moment. 

Perhaps Eric was only touching me so I could become accustomed to the idea of possibly being discovered. He lay between me and the parking lot, so if anyone did happen to look up, only his fully-clothed backside would be seen, but given the relative darkness of the patio and his typical all-black clothing, I doubt that anyone would have been able to discern that there was a person on the patio. I did hear a few cars drive through the parking lot, and there was a small group walking past on the sidewalk and talking rather loudly, but generally speaking, all was quiet, all was calm, and my fears and concerns began to recede, chased away by my increasing lust. 

"Please," I finally begged. "Please, take me..." 

"Not yet, little sister." 

He touched me. He kissed me. He licked me. He even exposed a nipple and bit it just enough to hurt erotically. Yet whenever I tried to unzip his jeans, he swatted my hands away and gave me a soft admonishment. It began to make me feel like a sex slave, simply there for him to use as he pleased, yet I was so aroused by his actions that I did not care at all about his words – I simply needed him inside me. 

...and his fingers were not enough. While trying to remain as quiet as possible, with my body writhing and stewing in its own lust, I was pleading, begging, debasing myself. 

I had become a wanton woman, and only my big brother could satisfy me, yet, despite the fact that sex on the balcony was his fantasy, he would not give me what my body craved. 

"Do you want me inside you?" he asked directly into my ear, and I nearly burst into tears at how me was taunting me. I continued to beg, nearly ready to tear off his clothes, but he kept taunting me, kept denying me what I needed, kept swatting my hands away whenever I tried to touch him. 

When at last he positioned himself above me and unzipped his jeans, my entire body was abuzz with anticipation and with need. Yet when he pressed through the slit in the sexy pink panty and swiftly pried his way inside me, I finally understood his extended taunting as orgasm cascaded through my entire being. His lips were pressed fiercely to mine as I bucked violently beneath him, my sex seizing his like a vice as he rode me, his deep penetration stirring the turbulent sea of pleasure. 

I lay there weakly, my body still spasming, my heartbeat still thundering in my ears, my lungs still questing for air, sparks still filling my closed eyes. "Now be quiet this time," I heard him whisper in an amused tone, and only then did I realize why suddenly I had been kissed so fiercely, and only the darkness could hide my instant profuse blush. 

My big brother took his time in making love to me. While the orgasm I had endured after all the taunting had been powerful, I had not truly enjoyed the experience. This time, while officially properly clothed by societal standards, I enjoyed myself, enjoyed the lovemaking. Gone was the taunter I hoped to never see again; present above me and within me was the lover I knew and cherished, and even though I did not climax again, I felt so much closer to him than ever before, and when my big brother ultimately poured his love into me, it was such a tender moment that I cried despite myself, clutching him tightly and gently kissing his face as he lay upon me, sated and spent and vulnerable. 

Eventually, Eric rolled off me, again placing himself between me and the parking lot. As he adjusted his clothing to a more presentable standard, I looked at him in the darkness, wondering if anyone knew of what we had just done in potential view of the parking lot. 

"Perhaps I should buy a gag for you," he joked, and I blushed again, almost certain that in the morning, someone would make a comment to me about the noise I had made. 

The day of sex ended with a shower together. We were both tired, so there was almost no sexual touching, but that did not matter – what mattered was that we were together, living on our own, and that it felt absolutely fated. 



Fated Ch. 09



For Eric and me, our new life together quickly fell into a nice, predictable, calming pattern. While I worked almost all day at the university's main library, he worked at his new office. I would get home first and be a good stereotypical 1950s housewife: the cleaning would be done and I would typically have dinner nearly ready by the time he arrived. In the evenings, he would sometimes have a little more work to do, but generally, it was just us: quality time together, alone, usually spent in each other's arms on the futon as we watched television. While not every night, we would often have sex -- sometimes on the futon, sometimes on the floor, sometimes in one of the beds, sometimes in the shower, sometimes with me bent over the kitchen or bathroom counter or over the dining room table. 

My big brother was very good to me. He genuinely cared for me, avidly listening to me recount the events of the day, hugging me close as I vented any frustrations, massaging my feet when they ached. Eric was also good to my body. He genuinely adored my small breasts, he sampled my liquid love with apparent relish, he filled my body with his white-hot desire, he truly made me feel incredibly feminine, incredibly sexy. 

His attentions to me were truly having a positive effect. While I had owned and worn bikinis since I was a little girl, once my breasts had stopped growing all too soon, I wore bikinis less often, feeling almost ashamed to be seen in a bikini because I did not have much on my chest to flaunt. I realized, however, that I was becoming more and more comfortable with my body, and specifically with my chest, because of how my big brother truly adored me. 

That "inspired" me, on a Saturday afternoon, so don a bikini and go tan by the apartment complex's well-maintained pool. To my surprise, there was no one swimming despite the heat, but being early afternoon, I figured that many people were like Eric: out shopping. 

Having already coated myself with suntan lotion before even donning the bikini, I stretched out on one of the lounge chairs and closed my eyes to the sunlight. 

I was keenly aware of the chirping of the birds, the caress of the warm breeze, the scurry of a squirrel up and down a nearby tree. I could hear people passing behind me, on the sidewalk just outside the fence which surrounded the pool area, since most residents had to pass the pool in order to check their mailboxes. 

My thoughts began to drift. I thought of my big brother, of how far we had come in such a short period of time: from sibling love to romantic love. While I had not been afraid of sex, my initial sexual experience had not been a good one, and -- a fact which would truly surprise the world in a negative way if this were to become a known fact -- it was my big brother who showed me that sex could truly be beautiful, that I could feel loved and adored and cherished even as he was rough and fast and violent with me. 

I felt a slight embarrassment at feeling my nipples harden -- after all, I was in public, not in the privacy of our apartment -- and, feeling rather warm on the front of my body anyhow, I turned over upon the lounge chair. 

Eric still filled my thoughts. I remembered that morning, how I had awoken him by taking his flaccid penis into my small mouth. It had been such a wonderful, heady experience, to have the power to arouse him with my lips and my tongue and my fingertips, to feel his manhood lengthen and solidify because of my actions. His hands kept my hair out of my face, allowing me to focus on his growing pleasure and allowing him to more easily watch what his little sister was doing. 

I moaned softly, which startled me from my thoughts, and I hoped that no one had heard me, for there were several apartments around the pool area. The wetness was forming, the thoughts of my big brother's heightening arousal that morning arousing me as I lay in the afternoon sun. 

My thoughts speed forward to me on my back upon the bed, my legs spread wide, my big brother's desire streaking my face as he kneaded my small breasts and gently licked between my thighs. His well-practiced tongue knew how to bring me quickly to orgasm, but that morning, he had taken his time, pausing often to savor my taste upon his tongue -- a savoring which was clearly wonderful for him, but a little frustrating for me... but with his sexual experience, he probably knew that, he probably purposely kept stopping. Even when I tried to hold his head in position, he would sometimes just stop, his face barely an inch away from my weeping sex, his breath warm and tantalizing upon me, his head able to push backward enough to counter the force of my hands trying to pull his face forward. 

A hand upon my back startled me so much that I nearly screamed, so deep had I been in my thoughts of that morning. Eric was crouching next to the lounge chair, smiling at me. "Did you fall asleep while tanning?" he asked. "That isn't healthy, you know. I once knew a girl who fell asleep in a tanning bed and she looked as red as a lobster for about a month. It even hurt her just to wear clothes for several weeks." 

"Finish me!" I demanded in a whisper. 

That really seemed to surprise him, to have his own little sister make such a statement. There must have been a desperation in my voice, because he smiled again, his eyes narrowing as wicked thoughts filled his mind. "Finish you?" he whispered back. "You've been thinking about this morning, haven't you?" 

I nodded, pleading with my eyes. He seemed to understand, and with the towel wrapped around my waist, I followed him back to the apartment so that he could finish what my thoughts had begun. 

Even before the front door had been locked, my big brother had pulled away the towel and was tugging at a string at my left hip. By the time we made it to my bedroom doorway, which was just seven feet from the front door, my bikini had been shed, leaving me wearing only my flip-flops, which were kicked off just before I was shoved upon my own bed. 

I looked up at him, and Eric was clearly thinking about something. He was trying to make a decision -- I could almost hear his mind working, calculating: how best to pleasure his little sister, naked on the bed before him, his for the taking, her body already wet and willing, awaiting him attentions... 

He began to undress, his mind having apparently decided. His eyes devoured me, much as his mouth had done the same earlier in the day. Shamelessly, I kneaded my own breasts, pinched my own nipples, the sensations shooting directly to my clitoris. He had not touched me, had not licked me, had not driven himself into my body -- not yet -- and already I was beginning to squirm upon the bed. 

It was summer, and we had not yet turned on the A/C. It was warm indeed, even though my bedroom was on the north side of the apartment and not receiving the direct sunlight. Since we had both been out of the apartment for a while, the windows were all closed -- there was no relief from the heat which I was beginning to notice, from the heat which was emanating from each of us. Even my nudity was not enough to cool me in that moment, and I was certain, as my big brother removed the last of his clothing, that Eric felt the same. 

He stroked himself, readying himself for me. Clearly, he was going to penetrate me. I wondered for a moment if it would be a long and slow and heartfelt lovemaking, or a fast and furious fuck. 

Instead, he reached for my hand, and helped me to stand before him beside the bed. We kissed slowly, lovingly, communicating with our hands and our lips and our hearts. My hands drifted downward, grasped his engorged sex, stroked him gently... 

He stepped away, his erection bobbing as he moved. Pulling my chair back from my desk, he sat and patted his thigh, and I knew exactly what I was to do. 

Very slowly, with my hands gripping his shoulders and his hands firmly holding me at my waist, I impaled myself upon my big brother's thickness. I immensely enjoyed the feel of him invading me, prying my body open, spreading my sex to accommodate him inside me, and I whimpered my enjoyment several times before I was fully seated upon his lap, his tip just grazing my cervix. Breathing a little faster than normal, I leaned forward and hugged him tightly as I began to slowly rock back and forth upon him, feeling him shift position inside me. 

It was not a fast and furious fucking. It was indeed a long and slow and heartfelt lovemaking. The languid pace was somewhat frustrating, but the fact that it was him, that it was my big brother who filled my body and fulfilled my heart was what made the frustration itself rather desirable. 

With the windows closed and the A/C having been turned off, the heat in the apartment kept rising, and the heat we generated seemed to rise even faster. The sweat forming between us helped my chest to rub against his more easily. The position allowed us to kiss and touch and whisper sweet words of love and desire into each other's ear. 

"Please," I begged at last, "finish me!" 

"No," he responded instantly. "Finish yourself." 

The reply surprised me, and I stared into Eric's eyes in disbelief. "Ride me," he instructed me. "Hard and fast. Ride me until you cum." 

Understanding my big brother's intent, I complied. Instead of rocking, I rose and fell, powering myself with my legs. His hands cupped my lower cheeks to assist, and quickly we had created a rhythm where he would lift me as my legs pushed my torso upward, and then I would essentially crash back down upon him. Bracing my hands upon his shoulders, I fucked him, I fucked my big brother, my body greedily trying to ingest him. Between the fucking and the heat, I was becoming delirious, and almost certainly louder than I had intended. 

My pleasure was quieted by his hands suddenly seizing my head and his mouth covering mine. We traded the same rapid breath as he groaned into me, attempting to ride out my orgasm, trying to hold back his own release, his hands tightening uncomfortably around my skull. But my sisterly body was too much for him, apparently, for my pleasure was redoubled by the surge of his love rising into me. 

I was delirious indeed, as well as dehydrated and nicely overheated. I was in a bit of a haze as I was carried to the bed and laid there carefully, and a few moments later, with my eyes closed and my mind still reeling, I heard the A/C switch on and a few seconds later felt the first waft of cool air spilling down from the grate high upon a wall. When I heard movement nearby, my eyes fluttered open to see Eric standing in the doorway, his groin and his manhood still showing the signs of our illicit joining, his entire body glistening with sweat, two bottles of water in his hands as he used the cap of a bottle to switch on the ceiling fan. 

We sat together in silence, drinking slowly, leaning against each other despite the heat. and somehow, inexplicably, against all logic, to share that simple moment with him, each of us fully naked and smelling of sweat and sex, each of us dehydrated and somewhat affected by the heat, I felt closer to him than ever before, and even after the temperature in the bedroom had dropped considerably, even after our water bottles were empty and set aside, we still sat there on the edge of my bed, holding each other close, a little sister and a big brother unabashedly sharing a moment of tenderness which few could ever comprehend... 



Fated Ch. 10



My big brother was wonderful at showing me new things -- sexually, of course, since I had only had one previous sexual encounter before falling in love with him, but also in other interests. For example, Eric loved auto racing, especially F1 racing, and we had specifically subscribed to the Sports cable package just so he could get the one channel licensed to show F1 races in the States. He and I would get up early on Sunday mornings, make coffee, and watch the races together live from Europe. 

He was also teaching me about racing through his video games. Soon I was semi-adept at conversing with him about gear ratios, tire pressures, downforce, aerodynamics, drafting, straightlining chicanes, drifting, double-apex corners, and the like. It was strange in a way: To me, it was simply a matter of picking a game, picking a car and a track, and driving. To him, it was an actual experience, essentially the next best thing to being in a race itself. What truly amazed me was how conversant he was about the changes made to the tracks -- in reality and in the games -- over time. His knowledge was seemingly endless, which was especially impressive because almost all of it had been acquired by playing racing games for so long. 

It only made me admire him even more. 

He was working in his bedroom one evening while I tried my hand at one of his racing games again, the sound purposely low so that he wouldn't be too distracted. When he emerged, he smiled at me, then looked at the TV screen just as I cornered a bit too quickly in an SUV, the weight transfer to the left side unmistakable as the right-side tires came up off the track and seemed to hover over the rumble strips at the apex of the corner. 

"Nice body roll," my big brother commented. 

I had slowed as soon as the right-side tires had come off the track, and had to regroup mentally and then speed up to catch the rival SUV which had just passed me. "That's one of the worst things you can say to a girl," I noted, "even if she is your little sister." 

"Sorry." He came and sat beside me on the sofa, watching in silence as I finished the race, being beaten by nearly a full second. "You're doing better, sis," he commented. "You're holding your own. If not for that two-wheeler corner, you'd probably have won." 

"I know." I handed him the controller. "You try." 

Not surprisingly, he won by more than seven seconds. He was the expert, and he had not changed the difficulty level. I had been racing on Easy and still lost by nearly a full second. 

"It'll come to you soon," he offered. "You've come a long way from someone who could barely play Pac-Man when you came to visit me during Spring Break." 

It was indeed well-earned praise, especially being paired with his gentle mussing of my hair. 

That soon led to the controller resting upon the coffee table as I was held in strong, protective arms. That soon led to my big brother's hands kneading my breasts through my t-shirt and bra, which soon led to soft happy sighs rising from deep within me. 

The game's menu music played a variety of heart-pounding songs worthy of a dance club as my heart was pounding for a very different reason. Slowly, I was rendered topless, my nipples each afforded my big brother's caring attention, my breasts somewhat more sensitive than usual that night, his mouth granting me more pleasure than usual as I clutched his head to me. Straddling his thighs, I braced myself upon his shoulders as he teased me, my panty dampening from his ministrations. 

He lifted his head from my chest at last, and looked up into my eyes. "Does my little sister wanna cum?" he asked with a wicked smile upon his lips. 

"Yes!" I practically hissed at him, and he laughed softly. 

"Then masturbate," he commanded me, and he returned his lips to my left nipple. 

I was a little self-conscious about masturbating in front of my big brother, especially since he was doing a wonderful job ensuring my nipples remained rigid with need, but, with one hand still braced upon his shoulder, I reached down between us and unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts. Eric took care of things "up top," and I took care of things "down below," and together, we worked to achieve the pleasure I craved, the orgasm I desired. 

Ultimately, sated, I slumped against him, and my big brother released my right breast from his mouth. He lifted my hand out of my panty and shorts, and as I hugged him with one arm, he savored my taste, sucking and licking my fingers clean. 

"My little sister tastes really, really good," he observed quietly. "Now she just needs to perfect her racing skills." 

We laughed softly together at that, and I hugged him warmly, enjoying the feel of his loving arms around my topless form. 



Fated Ch. 11



When in the main university library, all cell phones must be set to either Vibrate or Silent. Typically, no one calls my cell phone, other than my big brother or occasionally our mother, so I usually left the cell phone on Vibrate just so I would not forget to set it on entering the main library each morning. 

Sitting in the shade near the fountain in front of the library, I was finishing lunch when there was a vibration in the front left pocket of my jeans. I literally jumped, nearly spitting out my drink, because I was not expecting my cell phone to "ring." 

It was Eric, calling to say he would be picking me up since the office was closing early that day. I was smiling as I returned to the building, for I would be seeing my big brother earlier than usual that day. 

I was just walking out of the library when I saw him walking toward the fountain where we had agreed to wait. He was still wearing his shirt and tie outfit, clearly sweating a bit in the summer heat and making me feel underdressed since I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts and sandals. But that was soon forgotten as we headed home. 

As usual, the apartment was quite warm, since we did not leave the A/C on when neither of us was there. I was accustomed to it, since I usually arrived home first and could turn on the A/C so that the temperature in the apartment was comfortable by the time Eric returned from work. It was clear, however, that since he was still wearing his shirt and tie outfit, the heat was nearly unbearable for him, especially with the tie around his neck. 

"I have an idea," I told him. "Go undress and I'll join you in a few moments." 

He looked at me strangely for a moment, clearly wondering what I had in mind. "Okay," he agreed, and trudged toward his bedroom. 

I turned on the A/C and went into my bedroom to quickly strip out of my clothes, then hurried to the kitchen to take a tray of ice from the refrigerator. When I stepped into my big brother's bedroom, he was just removed his shirt, the final garment, and turned to see me, equally naked, with a tray of ice in my hands and a sweet not-so-innocent smile upon my face. 

"Good idea," he admitted. "Very good idea." 

Face-down upon the bed, Eric was ready. I knelt beside him and extracted a pair of ice cubes from the tray. With an ice cube in each hand, I rubbed the frozen water over my big brother's bare back, smiling wickedly as he shuddered from the initial contact of the coldness against his heated skin. When an ice cube was completely melted, I obtained another one and resumed my self-appointed task, rubbing the melting ice all over his back, his ass, his arms, his legs, his hands, his feet, his neck, even briefly against his testicles (which truly made him shudder and groan nicely), and when I was done, the A/C had done its job, cooling the temperature to a relatively comfortable level. 

What I had not considered beforehand, however, was the wetness on the bed. The melting ice had needed to go somewhere, and what had not immediately evaporated or seeped into Eric's skin had found its way to the bed itself. It would most likely be completely dried by the time we were ready to sleep that night, but I vowed that we would sleep in my bed that night anyhow, since I figured that neither of us would really want to sleep in wetness. 

"Get another tray of ice," my big brother whispered, and you can do my front side as well." 

As I iced his chest, Eric shuddered visibly, but he did not stop me. He did place a hand upon my thigh, and inched closer and closer to my womanhood, ultimately stroking my labia as he withstood the cold, his nipples standing at attention although not nearly as prominent as mine when I was thoroughly aroused. 

I used the ice lower on his body, lower still, ever lower, and ultimately held an ice cube to his erection. He moaned softly, but never broke his gaze with me, his fingers beginning to probe inside me. His fingers were so warm, yet I was treating his genitals with a counter sensation. 

I obtained another ice cube, holding it to his testicles. He groaned through clenched teeth, closing his eyes and breaking the gaze, clearly trying to endure the cold. As a nearly-melted ice cube was rubbed along his thick length, I gently kneaded his testicles with the larger ice cube, and he shook from a powerful surge of cold flashing through him, yet he still had the presence of mind to force a pair of fingers inside me, making me suddenly inhale sharply and loudly. I was amazed at the strength of his erection, that it was so rigid despite the intense cold being rubbed along his solid length and being pressed against his most sensitive anatomy. 

I relented, however, as I was not sure what prolonged exposure to ice would do to my big brother's testicles, to the sperm which would ultimately be inside me. I set the ice cubes back in the tray and covered his genitals with my hands, providing some warmth for him, and the thrusts of his fingers slowed, and ultimately his hand retracted, spreading my wetness across my thigh. 

Eric opened his eyes at last, looking up at me with amazement and wonder, still breathing slightly faster than normal. "Wow..." he said softly. 

"Still feeling a bit overheated?" I asked jokingly. 

My big brother shook his head. "No, but I am amazed." 

"Amazed at what?" 

"At the fact that you at least claim to have had almost no sexual experience before you and I... uh, you know... yet you just taught me something." 

Even as we fell asleep that night in my bed, I was still beaming. 



Fated Ch. 12



Summer was clearly upon us. The humidity was high, and the temperature was higher, even at night. It got to the point where Eric and I would almost always leave the blinds closed, even during the day, so that we (or, more specifically, I) could walk around topless in the apartment. 

...or, often, we would wear even less than that. 

Usually, I wore only a panty or a thong. Actually, I was wearing thongs more and more often. My big brother definitely enjoyed the thongs I wore, for it showed even more of my body for his eyes to devour when I only wore a thong. But even if I wore shorts or a skirt, my simply being topless gave him some eye candy as well. 

As for me, I quite enjoyed seeing my big brother topless. He may not have been cover model material, and I knew that I would never see him parading down a runway to show off the latest Speedo swimwear, but there was still something about seeing him topless which made me smile, which triggered thoughts of my bare chest pressed firmly against his, of listening to his heartbeat as he cuddled with me on one of the beds. 

It was early on a Friday evening, and I was preparing a standard student dinner for us: macaroni and cheese with sliced hot dogs added for additional texture and flavor. I wore only a crimson thong as I set the macaroni to boil. I heard the key in the lock, and not long afterward saw Eric step into the kitchen, already shirtless, his body bearing a thin sheen of sweat. 

"Honey, I'm home," he said softly, and I giggled. We shared a quick kiss, then I returned my attention to preparing dinner. He stood behind me, smelling faintly of sweat, his dampened front to my back as his hands gently squeezed my breasts. I felt him beginning to lengthen and harden against my backside, and I smiled again, more to myself than anything else, still amazed that I could have such an arousing effect on my big brother. 

"You're dessert," he promised with a soft whisper directly into my ear. 

"Gladly," I responded, "but only if you're a member of the Clean Plate Club." 

"Yes, Mom," Eric acknowledged, and we both laughed together. 

By the time dinner was ready, Eric had taken a quick shower – literally just enough time to wipe the sweat from his skin. Like me, he wore only his underwear, and in a way I was amazed that he was wearing even that much, although the A/C certainly would have helped to cool him after the drive back from the office at the hottest part of the day. As we ate, our bare feet kept touching, sliding up each other's legs, until finally I rested a foot in his lap, although his thighs soon parted, which allowed the heel of my foot to press against his forbidden phallus. After that, as he ate, his left hand kept caressing my foot, which also served to hold my foot in place to gently nudge him and slowly arouse him, just as the act slowly aroused me as well. 

When we had finished eating, we both leaned back in our chairs. My foot was still in my big brother's lap, and he used both hands and his thighs to keep my foot in position while lovingly massaging me. My eyes fluttered closed, and I could feel the love being transmitted into my foot and from there throughout the rest of my being. The crotch of my thong was definitely moistened by my growing arousal, and I was absolutely certain that Eric had taken note of the hardening points adorning my smallish breasts. 

The hardened anatomy against the underside of my foot was unmistakable. It was tall and quite solid, hidden only by black cotton. My mouth watered as I envisioned myself kneeling underneath the table, my body thankfully trapped between his legs as my head bobbed up and down, pleasuring my big brother with my mouth and with my hands, swirling my tongue around his pulsing thickness, attempting to extract the creamy passion which weighted his testicles... 

My eyes opened slowly as he lifted my foot from between his thighs. My sad eyes met his, and he simply said, "Prepare yourself for me, dessert." 

Eric cleared the table, and as he was putting the dishes into the dishwasher, I removed my thong and set it on the table, then I mounted the table myself so that he could sit and lean forward a little to eat me. As I waited, I dipped a finger inside my wet body, then used it to begin rubbing my clitoris. 

"That's it," I heard him encourage me from the kitchen, where he had a clear view of me. "Make yourself ready for me..." 

I masturbated, my hard-tipped breasts shimmying atop my chest as I began to move against my own hand. My free hand gently pinched a nipple, knowingly fondled a breast, and I could no longer remain silent. 

By the time my big brother returned naked to the tiny dining room, there was a noticeable puddle of lust beneath me, yet I felt no shame in feeling his hands nudging my thighs just a little further apart, no shame in his face being close enough to my sisterly sex that I could feel his enticing breath further warming the liquid love oozing from me. 

"Remove your hand," he whispered, and I complied, brazenly kneading my breasts with both hands, and when he gave me the most intimate kiss I had ever known, a sound unlike any I had ever made before rose from deep in my soul. 

My big brother ate his dessert, but he took his time, savoring my taste, enjoying my tangy sweetness. I was finger food for him, clenching around the invading digits and bucking under the ministrations of his discerning tongue. Despite the A/C, I was warm with passion, with desire, with love – with his love – and just when I thought my body would melt into his mouth, I exploded with a voiceless scream, tossed about on a tidal wave of ecstasy, banging my right wrist hard against the table in the throes of my release, the pain barely felt in the moment due to the lust surging through my blood. 

I was still shuddering from the encompassing climax when I was pulled forward and hauled onto my big brother's lap. He held me tightly as I hugged him weakly, whimpering, trembling, murmuring sweet nothings into his ear, feeling his own arousal leaking between us. 

Amazingly, Eric did not enter me that evening, nor did I have him for a midnight snack. While our flourishing sexuality was certainly important to us both, it was not a daily necessity, even though we spent most of the time topless or even nude in the apartment. The evening did end, however, with a long massage underneath his sensual hands – a massage so wonderful that I was lulled into slumber, awakening only because the daylight was too bright for me to sleep any longer. 



Fated Ch. 13



One of my coworkers at the university library needed to trade a few shifts to go home for a long weekend, as her brother was getting married. That meant that I had a Monday off, although I would end up working the following Sunday. Still, it would be nice to have a weekday off for once. 

Eric thought so as well, and arranged to get the same Monday off from work so that we could go canoeing on a local river and actually enjoy ourselves. Being a Monday, we reasoned, there would be far fewer people on the river, so instead of dodging other canoes, we could actually pay attention to the scenery around us. 

That Monday morning, we awoke to rain. Fortunately, there was no thunder and no lightning. We had expected rain, but still, it was a little disappointing. 

"Remember," my big brother reminded me as he gave me a loving squeeze underneath the sheet which covered us, "rain is wet and so is the river. We're going to get wet anyhow, so we may as well go, so long as the forecast hasn't changed to include storms." 

We checked WeatherBug, and fortunately the only change in the forecast was to increase the percent chance of rain during the day. By the time we left the apartment, in fact, the sun was piercing through the clouds, although to the west, another set of darkened clouds were approaching. 

I wore my bikini and had added a pair of shorts, so that I would have pockets in which to keep a little money as we descended the river. It did sadden me a little, as we were checking in and then waiting for a lift upriver to the start of the canoeing run, that some of the staff – including two of the women working there – seemed to think less of me because of my small breasts. 

There was an older couple with us in the van as we rode to our starting points. They were only doing a four-mile trek, while Eric and I had opted for the nine-mile trek. Since we were younger and smaller, Eric and I sat in the back of the van, allowing the older couple to sit in the row by the sliding door. If they or the driver glanced back to see Eric's hand on the inside of my thigh, they did not react. 

The ride to the four-mule starting point was a bumpy one along a dirt road which was really only used to take canoeists to their starting points. Even my smallish breasts seemed to bounce a lot as the van rolled along that particular road. I had purposely tied my hair into a ponytail for this adventure, and the way the end of the ponytail brushed across my shoulders and my exposed upper back was quite sensual, making the bumpiness of the road worthwhile. 

The rain began to fall again lightly as the driver helped the older couple unload their canoe from the trailer. When he got back into the van after having helped them to push off and begin their journey, he looked in the rearview mirror at me and smiled. "At least you're already dressed for getting wet, young lady." 

We all smiled at that. After five bumpier miles of friendly banter and tips about the first part of our trek, we arrived. The rain had abated by the time we had the canoe in the water, but it was clear that a light warm sprinkle would accompany us for a long, long time. 

Eric and I did not hurry. It was only 10:30AM when we began the run: plenty of time for a leisurely descent of the river. I paddled slowly at the front of the canoe while Eric handled the steering from the back. At one point, I heard him place his oar across the metal canoe, and when I glanced back, I smiled appreciatively as I watched him finally remove his shirt. I wished that I could do the same, even though he still would only be seeing my back for most of the run, but satisfied myself with wearing the bikini again. 

The rapids were few but fun. The wildlife which roamed the banks of the river skittish yet beautiful. The calls of the birds combined with the flow of the river and the occasional distant bark of a dog to create a serenity which was actually enhanced by the light warm sprinkles. 

After about two miles, the rain began to increase in intensity, but there was still no thunder or lightning, so the journey continued. Ahead, there was a river shop, with picnic tables shaded by large umbrellas, and as we approached, I could even faintly hear the electronic sounds of classic video games, and knew that we would be there a while. 

Lunch was sandwiches and Dr. Pepper, with entertainment provided by Dig Dug and Pole Position II. I was not surprised that Eric insisted I try the racing game, and once I became accustomed to the inherent oversteer, I felt I did fairly well, actually qualifying third and lasting nearly three full laps of the race itself. 

We continued our journey, picking up the pace a little but still slow enough to enjoy the scenery. While our pre-lunch travel had been primarily in silence, we began to chatter more after leaving the river shop. 

"There's the split," Eric announced. The driver had mentioned that at about halfway, there would be a large island splitting the river, and that the left route would have some rather fast rapids. What neither Eric nor I had anticipated, however, was the size of the island and just how heavily covered it would be with trees and underbrush. 

"Care to explore the island?" my big brother inquired, and I replied with a nod. We took the route to the right, and soon discovered that the island had a miniature "bay" where we could easily beach the canoe. 

The island must have been about a half-mile in length, and maybe a quarter-mile wide. There was a clear path away from the bay, so we followed it to discover a small clearing with a well-weathered picnic table and a small campfire pit. The grass was rather tall, and I wondered how often anyone would come here to mow the grass, then realized that perhaps the "mowers" were the area animals, perhaps the local deer, who might venture onto the island, crossing the river at the rapids on the left side of the island. 

The overhang of the tall trees provided a bit of a canopy, protecting us from much of the rain which continued to fall a little harder. There was something about this place, something special, something almost magical. 

Stepping up behind me, my big brother wrapped his arms around my chest. I murmured a contentment as I leaned back into his chest, my hands brushing along his forearms. This felt right. 

This felt fated. 

After a few moments, I realized that, finally, this was my chance. I stepped out of Eric's hold for just a moment, then reached behind me, pulling at the strings at my mid-back. Hearing my big brother's louder-than-expected inhalation, I smiled to myself. 

Soon, all the strings holding my bikini bra in place had been untied, only an arm across my chest prevented me from being truly topless. I turned around to face my big brother, awed by the expression of anticipation upon his face. It was such a counterpoint to the reaction of the staff when we had arrived and waited at the canoe base earlier that day. 

With an arm still holding the cups of the bikini bra in place, I stepped to him and tipped my head upward. With his arms around me, we kissed. 

It was long and slow, deep and heartfelt. It was a kiss which loved and which promised. It was a kiss which was interrupted only long enough for me to extract my arm and allow the bikini bra to descend between us and alight upon our sandaled feet. 

My bare flesh against his, the kiss resumed. The heartfelt kiss, the loving arms, the tranquility of Nature... everything conspired to arouse us both, and I was not at all surprised when we began to slowly descend to our knees in the tall grass of the clearing... 

The rain fell harder, cleansing the landscape – and cleansing us both as well, for we soon undressed each other, as bare as when we each had been born. I was wet, both outside and inside, when the foreplay ended and the actual lovemaking began. 

On hands and knees, I was entered from behind. In the heavier rainfall, I pulled at the tall grass. my cheek and my chest on the ground as my big brother pleasured my body. He kept pushing into me, again and again, with a rhythm which I knew would tip me over the edge of sanity, and when I fell into the depths of orgasm, he reached around my hip and rapidly fingered my clitoris, prolonging my release, strengthening my cries, stopping only because he completed me with his love, his groans of release augmenting the beauty of our natural act. 

Naked, we cuddled in the clearing, in the tall grass, in the thickening downpour. The rain warmed us, as did our love. In time, he entered me again, this time as I was on my back, my knees pressed into my chest, and although the clouds were somewhat dark and my eyes were full of rain, I saw my big brother's face in the heavens. 

*****

We had fortunately thought to bring a few large towels and keep them in the truck of Eric's car, for we definitely needed them when the trek had sadly ended. We dried ourselves beside the car, each of us looking fondly toward the river one final time, each of us remembering the unexpected clearing on the island in the middle of the river. 

For most of the drive back into the city and back to the apartment, my big brother's hand was on my left thigh as he drove. Nothing was said, for our hearts had said it all, passionately, in the clearing. 



Fated Ch. 14



I awoke incredibly horny. I usually remember my dreams, but I could not recall if I had dreamed overnight, and if I had, then that could explain why I was insatiably aroused. Unfortunately, my big brother could not give me any relief, for we had overslept the alarm, and we had just enough time to get dressed and pick up breakfast at a drive-thru as he drove me to campus. 

All morning long in the university library, I stewed in my arousal. I do not know how my nipples managed to hide themselves from the attentions of others. Thankfully, I was wearing shorts that day and not a skirt, as the snug-fitting denim was far better than a skirt at holding in the musk of my arousal. 

In the back of my mind, I kept seeing my big brother poised between my thighs, I kept feeling my body opening for him as he invaded me with great care, I kept hearing his hard breaths in my ear as his pleasure peaked inside me. It did not matter whether I was at the front desk or restocking the shelves or assisting someone in finding a book or helping a new student use one of the computers: My big brother was permanently imprinted on my brain. 

When it was time for my lunch break, I hurried to the sandwich cart near the main library and bought lunch, then went and sat in the shade of a tall tree well away from the walkways. Immediately, I whipped out my cell phone and called Eric. 

"Hey, little sister," he answered. 

"Hey." 

"What is it?" Clearly, he could hear the need in my voice. 

"I'm incredibly horny," I informed him, trying to keep my voice as low as possible. 

"I see. So why don't you do something about it?" 

"I can't. I'm working. Although actually, I'm currently having lunch, but still... I need you, Eric. I need my big brother to give me what I need." 

"And what exactly do you need?" 

I recognized what was happening. He was taunting me, teasing me. Then again, he was in an office building a few miles away, not next to me, not with me, not holding me, not fondling me, so all he had was his voice, his words. 

"I need you." 

"You need me?" 

"Yes!" I nearly hissed. "I need my big brother inside me. I need my big brother to bend me over the edge of his bed and force himself inside me again and again and again." 

"That sounds delicious," he commented, his voice softer. 

"Please," I begged, "please promise me you'll take me when you get home. Promise me, Eric!" 

He had the audacity to make a sound as if he was considering my request. 

"Oh god, please, Eric. Just promise that you'll fuck your sister!" 

"Wow," I heard in my ear, "you really are incredibly horny today, sis." 

"Yes I am!" Thoughts were racing through my head, all of them variations of my sisterly body being illicitly pleasured. My nipples and my clitoris throbbed while my sex wept with need. Suddenly I could no longer sit still, sliding my thighs together as discretely as possible. 

"Is my little sister's pussy wet?" 

"Yes!" 

"Are her nipples hard and uncomfortable in her bra?" 

"Yes!" 

"Is her clit throbbing?" 

"Y-yes!" 

"Then perhaps she'd enjoy knowing that her big brother is hard right now as he thinks about violating her once he returns from work." 

Eric ended the call, and I nearly cried in frustration. 

Somehow, I forced myself to eat lunch, and by the time I was finished, my need was no longer quite so consuming, but definitely still prevalent. Just as I was about to get up and head back into the library, I received a text message from my big brother: 

Don't even think of touching yourself. I want you desperate for me when I get home. 

I hurried to the women's restroom on the sixth floor, the one with the least amount of usage, and cried, consumed by my desperation. 

*****

I practically ran from the light rail stop to the apartment, not even bothering to check the mailbox. I turned on the A/C and practically tore off my clothes before diving into the shower long enough to wipe the sweat from my body. 

Naked, I sat on the edge of my bed and sent a text message to my big brother: 

I'm home and I need you NOW. Hurry! FUCK ME!!!!!!! 

A few minutes later, I received his reply: 

I want you naked on hands and knees on my bed. Finger yourself but do not cum until I'm inside you. 

"Oh my god..." I whispered, my body beginning to shake as I realized how much time would pass before he finally plunged into me. Nonetheless, I complied, at one point realizing that I was like a slave and Eric was like a Master in some of the erotica I had read online. 

Above my sounds of intense need, I heard my big brother finally arrive. Then I heard nothing for a long time as I shook from my efforts to fend off the orgasm which threatened to devour me. "Eric please!" I finally cried out, tears streaming down my face, not caring if the neighbors may have heard me. 

And then he stood beside the bed, his erection bobbing as he mounted the bed. He took his position behind me, still having said nothing to me. Slowly, he eased his tip inside me, then steeled his hands upon my hips. 

My big brother violated me with a fierce plunge and I screamed into a pillow, my body spasming uncontrollably. He rode me, barely moving as he enjoyed my intense release, ultimately filling me with his essence. 

I awoke to the smell of steaks. I was still wet. I was sticky from our combined release. I still felt a bit weak after such a powerful climax. Gingerly, I made my way to the kitchen, tears beginning to streak down my face once again. 

To his credit, Eric said nothing. Naked himself, he simply took me in his arms, and allowed my tears to flow, even though it meant the steaks ended up being very much overcooked. 

As we cuddled in my bed that night, I confessed, "At one point today, I actually hated you." 

"Really?" he asked. "I didn't know that you could hate anyone." 

I kissed the front of my big brother's neck. "I was already desperate, and you purposely made it worse, and I hated you for it. But in the end, it was exactly what I needed. Thank you." 

Nothing more was said. Nothing more needed to be said. 



Fated Ch. 15



It was a Thursday afternoon when my big brother called me, quite by surprise as he rarely called me outside the lunch hour. "I need to do some research for a project," he informed me, "so why don't I pick you up at the library? Plus, you know the library far better than I would, so you can point me in the right direction." 

That made sense to me, and over an hour after the end of my shift, I met Eric by the fountain in front of the library. He definitely looked like a businessman coming to a major university's library to do some research. With his polished shoes and his earth tone tie and his elegant laptop bag, he definitely looked like someone I would expect to see in a board room. 

What surprised me, however, was that he would not tell me what he was to research for work. He would not even give me a hint about the project itself. Instead, he simply led me all the way to the top floor, and straight to one of the private study rooms. 

The private study rooms were great. They were small, each having a table and six chairs so that small meetings or study sessions could take place. The walls were rather thick, as was the case throughout the rest of the library, so even if someone nearby was making a bit of noise, it would still remain quiet in the study room, which was even more important in case a rather heated debate started during a meeting or a study session. The door to each study room could lock from the inside, giving a good amount of privacy, and only library staff and security personnel could gain entry to a locked study room using one of the coveted Library Master keycards. 

Especially being so late in the day, about forty-five minutes before the library would close (due to shortened summer hours), there was no one else on the top floor, so why my big brother had led me into one of the private study rooms really baffled me. But as he set his laptop bag on the table in front of the chair the furthest from the door, I followed his lead and set my small purse beside his laptop bag. 

"What I'm here to research," Eric finally announced, "is a personal project of sorts: 'How does Erica react when aroused in a library?'" 

His words stunned me, and he took advantage of that to seize my upper arms and back me into a wall -- not just any wall, but the same wall into which was set the door, keeping me out of sight of anyone who might dare to look inside the study room. Then a smile spread across my lips as I realized what was about to happen. 

I was thankful to once again be wearing a skirt -- on that particular day, I was wearing a pink miniskirt, so already it would be easy for my big brother to slide into me. For a heartbeat, I had a vision of his long solid erection saluting me through the opening of his unzipped slacks, his testicles hanging obscenely at the base of the gag, his shaft covered with my passion as he placed his hands on my shoulders and forced me to my knees before him so I could finish him with my mouth... 

Instead, my big brother used his body to pin me to the wall and begin to slowly hump me. As my body prepared itself for a loving invasion, I held him tightly, my arousal almost instantaneous yet my mind screaming warnings about the unlocked door. 

"Remember the balcony," he whispered, as if reading my mind, and I remembered all too well how he had kept himself between me and any potential viewers in the parking lot of our apartment complex, teasing me for a long, long, excruciating time so that when he finally partook of my sisterly body, an instant orgasm cascaded through my entire being, his lips pressed fiercely to mine to silence me as I bucked violently beneath him, my sex seizing his like a vice as he rode me, his deep penetration stirring the turbulent sea of pleasure, all within the potential view of anyone in the parking lot... 

Time stood still as my big brother humped me and fondled me. His lips sought mine in a manner which reminded me of a ravenous beast. I was the prey, trapped with her back against the wall, yet not scared but willing, more than willing to be plundered, devoured. 

...yet there in the study room was not the place I would have preferred to become my big brother's carnal meal. 

Still pinning me to the wall with his body, Eric reached for my hands, then placed them against the wall at either side of my head and held them in place. I instantly recognized it: the universal sign of surrender. Subtly, it was his way of demonstrating that he could overpower me, control me. 

...and underneath the skirt, I felt myself melting under his power and his control. 

His hands released mine, yet still I maintained the sign of surrender, even after the kiss ended and we gazed at each other breathlessly, my breasts crushed by his chest even as my own chest heaved. 

Eric stepped back at last, and just as I began to lower my arms, he quickly lifted the front of my skirt, forced the moistened crotch of my thong aside, and thrust a pair of fingers violently into my body, unleashing a loud inhalation which seemed to reverberate in the study room. I clutched my big brother, burying my face into him, breathing hard, fucking the fingers which fucked me, hoping to be quiet enough not to attract any undue attention, riding my big brother's hand. 

"Kiss me!" I hissed, and he did, hard, just in time to silence my blissful outburst as his hand moved fast enough to hurt me. 

As we left the study room, I was very aware of the scent of my arousal in the tiny space, and feared that someone at the library would connect that with me and my big brother. We finally exited the library just minutes before the official closing time. Other than the staff, we were the last ones to leave. If Becky and Sam at the front desk noticed anything different about either Eric or me as we headed for the main door, neither of them said anything about it to me the next morning.



Fated Ch. 16



"Sunday drive?" Eric asked, and I initially figured that he was referring to one of his racing games. But then he made it clear that he was referring to an actual Sunday drive, and I agreed. 

"Why don't you go put on your bikini and add a pair of shorts?" he suggested. I smiled, knowing that if he was suggesting I wear the bikini, then he clearly had something special in mind. 

When I stepped out of my bedroom, I found my big brother in the kitchen taking two bottled waters from the refrigerator. His eyes devoured me briefly, making me smile as my heart beat just a little faster. 

Seemingly seconds later, we were in his car, and Eric connected his iPod to the car's stereo system. Then, to my surprise, he told me to open the glove compartment. 

Inside was a leather blindfold with a fake fur lining and a sturdy elastic strap. I was stunned, for never had I considered a blindfold beyond the few BDSM video clips I had seen online of bound and blindfolded women enduring various forms of pain. 

"Go ahead," he encouraged me. Curious as to what my big brother had in mind, I indulged him, and only then did he turn on the car. 

I would guess that we drove for about five minutes in complete silence, my hands in my lap. My ears became quite attuned to the sounds around me, especially the sound of the engine. Then I figured what Eric had in mind: another lesson about racing games, teaching me to better use my ears to drive the car, which meant that he would soon be teaching me about using manual transmission in the games instead of automatic transmission. 

The car slowed, and I could hear a semi's horn blaring in the cross-traffic ahead. As soon as Eric had brought the car to a halt, I heard him changing playlists on the iPod, but I thought nothing of it. 

Then I thought I heard the initial moan of a young woman in pleasure. 

My heart stopped beating, and my lungs stopped breathing. My entire body was listening raptly, trying to determine if I had indeed heard the initial moan of a young woman in pleasure. Then my body heard it again, a longer, slightly-louder sound hinting at a southern accent. 

The car began to move again, and soon I heard her voice again: more urgent, more lustful. Only then did it truly dawn on me that I was hearing an audio file stored on my big brother's iPod -- it was not from someone in the adjacent vehicle. 

I have no idea how long we drove. I know that we were soon driving at high speed with no slowdowns and no stopping, signaling that we were on one of the area highways. I know that I heard a plethora of women enjoying sex, and that hearing their pleasure was arousing me in a way I would never have considered. 

It was fun in a way. Being blindfolded, I could not truly see, which allowed me to imagine and "see" what was happening to each of these women -- hearing the sounds and trying to imagine each woman's situation: a woman being undressed while being kissed, a woman being eaten, a woman being spanked, a woman being fucked rather roughly on a very squeaky old bed... 

The men in these situations, if there were any, were incredibly quiet. Only occasionally did I hear a male grunt, or hear a man give an instruction ("On your hands and knees..." or "Suck it!"). The women were more likely to say something coherent between her unintelligible sounds ("Pull my hair!" or "Spank me again!" or "Right there!" although I had never before heard any one person proclaim her affinity to any deity quite so often in such a short period of time). 

I was definitely quite aroused. I was squirming in the passenger seat. Despite myself, I unbuttoned the front of my shorts and slipped a hand inside -- inside the shorts, inside the bikini panty -- and openly played with myself while my free hand fondled a hard-tipped breast. 

"It seems my little sister is rather wanton," I heard from my left, but Eric's voice seemed somewhat far away, like a ship's horn penetrating the dense nighttime fog on approach to the docks. Yet his voice changed what I was "seeing" to a random woman to me, from a random man to my big brother, and, suddenly, I was the one being fucked fast and hard from behind while my hair was pulled and a bed protested beneath us, I was the one pleading for my big brother to cum on my chest, I was the one screaming blissfully... 

The seat belt held me in place as my body rose forward during my loud throes of ecstasy. Still my head snapped forward, the twinge of suddenness adding to the eroticism of my climax. 

A few seconds later, as the car continued to roll along the highway, the sounds from the iPod ceased. My heartbeat thundered in my ears, and I was breathing hard. I heard the horn of a semi almost directly next to us, and I heard the engine's hum and heard another vehicle passing quickly to our left. 

"Oh my goodness..." I finally whispered between heavy breaths. I retracted the hand from inside the denim and licked myself clean, and a few minutes later felt the car change to the lane to my right and begin to slow. 

"Satisfied?" Eric asked, his voice honestly inquiring. 

I nodded. "Very. That was... weird, but in a very good way." 

My world was still darkened by the blindfold. I was aware of the warm sun upon my mostly-bare torso and arms and face and legs, and I was aware that I had no idea where we were. Ultimately, however, it did not matter where we were: My big brother was with me, and I knew that, even if we were not illicit lovers, he would ensure that my basic needs were met. 

...being my illicit lover, however, I knew that he would ensure that all my needs were met, including my sexual needs. 

Eric drove much more slowly, and soon I heard and felt the car turn onto a gravel road. After a few minutes, he parked the car and changed the gears, then I heard him shift in his seat and heard something unzip. 

"My turn," I said, and I knew instantly what he meant. 

Since I was blindfolded, I needed his assistance to guide me once I had released my seat belt. His hand on the back of my head felt better than ever as he helped me to bend into position, my lips finding his forbidden phallus and my hands quickly following. As I began to entice him physically, more directly, he reached over me, and the sounds of women having sex again assaulted my ears. 

It was inspiring to hear the women, for again I heard their cries and their moans and their dirty talk and envisioned myself in their position, which inspired me to truly give my big brother an excellent orgasm. From the sounds he was making, I was doing a very good job, for he was much more vocal than usual, encouraging me when he was not moaning or breathing loudly. 

I felt the surge rise, then felt the incestuous love hit the roof of my small mouth. I squealed initially, a sound which was definitely muted by the erupting cock acting as a gag, and then began swallowing as quickly as I could, ingesting my big bother's seed to make him a part of me, to fuel me, to heighten the love I already felt for him, his loud grunts of release and his hands seizing my head proof that even a big brother needed a primal moment on occasion. 

I could not quite swallow all of his love, and had to use my fingers to clean up the excess. But then I rested my head upon his lap, trying to ignore how the gearshift was pressing against me as the love of my life slowly calmed from his sister-induced orgasm and yet another woman proclaimed her affinity to a deity. 

After a few moments, he nudged me away, and I sat up in the passenger seat again. Eric turned off the iPod, then shut off the car at last. He got out, which surprised me, and a moment later opened the passenger door. Since I was still blindfolded, he helped me to stand, and he hugged me: warmly, tightly, lovingly. It was a most unexpected gesture, especially after having just stepped out of the car, but it endeared him to me even more. 

He was the one who removed my blindfold. Even in the shade of a grove of tall trees, I had to squint significantly against the brightness of the day as we held each other in the calm freshness of Nature. 

As we drove back to the city, I kept wondering when and why Eric had amassed so many erotic audio files and exactly how many he had. When I finally asked, he simply gave me a wink and a smile, obviously wanting to keep that as a secret. That was fine with me, for I figured that, eventually, he would tell me. 

But it was only when we arrived at the apartment complex, and fortunately before we got out of the car, that we realized that his jeans were still unzipped and my shorts were still unbuttoned and unzipped. Thankfully, we rectified that issue before we made the walk to our apartment, passing the complex manager and a pair of prospective tenants, and given how similarly Eric and I looked to each other, it was definitely a good thing that we were once again socially presentable before having emerged from the car. It was a close call, and while our love would not be denied, it brought a dose of reality to our "flavor" of love, and that unfortunate reality -- for me, at least -- marred the wonderful and surprising events of the afternoon. 



Fated Ch. 17



I had resisted going into any of the private study rooms at the library. Although I knew my concern was illogical, I was almost afraid that if I went into a study room, I would smell my musky arousal, a lingering sign of the illicitness of what had happened the previous week. 

But, of course, one of my bosses asked me to go check on the study rooms on the sixth floor late in the day, because one of the Teaching Assistants from the Liberal Arts college had taken to holding his office hours there in an effort to get his students to spend time in the library researching for their end-of-course paper. 

I saved the study room for last. I took a deep breath to calm myself before I entered and turned on the light. The room was empty, but the chairs were slightly in disarray and there was a stray pen on the table, indicating that this was the study room the Teaching Assistant had used earlier in the day. 

And, in the corner, I "saw" myself, backed against the wall, my hands in a sign of surrender with my big brother's chest holding me in place, the front of my skirt raised by his arm as he thrust a pair of fingers violently into my body. I remembered and "watched" my arms suddenly wrapping tightly around him, my face buried into him, moving against the fingers which moved within me, riding my big brother's hand and breathing hard as my pleasure spiraled ever higher... 

I quickly turned off the light and left the study room, my heart beating a little faster and my lungs attempting to match its increased pace. Yet I could not deny that I was moistening from the memories induced by simply standing in that very same study room, that private space where private matters could have easily been discovered. 

...which was why, I realized as I headed toward the staircase, the experience in the study room as well as the night my big brother had teased me and then made love to me on the balcony of our apartment and also the recent Sunday drive during which I was openly masturbating in the passenger seat on a semi-busy highway all enthralled me so much: the possibility of discovery, the threat of being seen, the chance that someone other than my big brother might see me naked or might hear how much I enjoyed those sexual experiences. 

It made me think of the spring, when I had been standing at a bus stop at sunset. Initially, I happened to look toward a nearby apartment complex, and I could not see through any of the windows. But as the natural daylight faded, I could see through the glass balcony door of one of the apartments and watched discretely, mesmerized, as a woman was pinned to the wall, a man driving himself repeatedly up into her body with incredible force, enough to momentarily lift her off her feet, her head thrown back in what would clearly have been powerful screams masked by the sounds of the traffic before me. I may as well have been a doe trapped by the allure of oncoming headlights, transfixed by the vision of two people enjoying the pleasures of the flesh. I had felt an incredible awe of and even a strange admiration for them, watching them enjoying each other, secretly wishing that I was in their position, that I was being pinned to a wall as someone who truly deeply loved me drove himself forcefully into my eager body while I clawed at his back and announced my desire to the world... 

I understood at last. Finally, I could comprehend what my big brother enjoyed about having sex or at least being sexual in public places. It was the thrill of the illicit, of doing something which is typically hidden, of the possibility of being caught, of the attainment of carnal pleasure in places or in situations where such pleasures are never to occur according to the puritanical society. 

Such thoughts remained with me for the rest of the shift and afterward on the way home. In my mind's eye, I relived that night on the balcony: wearing the lingerie with the slits in the bra cups and in the crotch of the panty, fully clothed yet fully penetrated by a forbidden phallus, screaming into my big brother's mouth, my soul full of the love being injected deep into me... 

As soon as the apartment door was closed behind me, I dropped to my knees, braced myself with a hand against a wall, and lifted my skirt and pulled aside the crotch of my thong and masturbated furiously, bringing myself to climax several times while envisioning my big brother forcefully taking his pleasure from me while a young college student stood at a nearby bus stop, looking up and discretely watching us publicly sharing our private carnality. 

"You're gonna make love to me on the balcony tonight," I announced as soon as Eric had returned from the office, even before he had closed the door to our apartment. 

He did, twice, and we were both satisfyingly exhausted when his alarm clock sounded in the morning.



Fated Ch. 18



One nice benefit of having rather small breasts is that I do not necessarily need to wear a bra all the time. I had never particularly cared for seeing a girl or a woman wearing something with spaghetti straps and also seeing the straps of her bra on her shoulders, and as I looked at myself in the mirror, I smiled to myself, for the spaghetti straps of my tank top were the only things on my shoulders. 

"Nice," Eric commented as he stepped into the bathroom. We shared a warm smile, and I realized then that he was the only person who had ever made me feel truly sexy. Perhaps it was because he had also been the person to bring out my sexuality, to show me that sexual matters could be fun and beautiful and full of love. 

Stepping up to me, my big brother gently ran a hand over a breast. "No bra today?" 

"No way," I said. "I'm not going to the library today, I don't need to be 'presentable' to anyone, and with the high heat and the hellacious humidity, I'd rather not have something confining my chest since I can get away with not wearing a bra." 

"Good point." He gave my breast a gentle squeeze, then finished getting ready for work. I felt a little guilty at having the day off while my big brother still had to go to work, but it could not be helped. 

We had breakfast together at the nearby Starbucks, and soon Eric left me. I sat there a while to try to finish a Tanya Huff book when I thought I had heard someone call my name. 

I looked up to see one of my classmates from the spring semester waving to me from the line at the register. 

Allison and I had not talked much in our Sociology of Women class. A few times, she and I had been in the same discussion group, but other than that, I usually sat by the door while she typically sat by the window. Once she had her iced vanilla latte, she sat with me and we chatted a bit. 

"What brings you out this way?" she finally asked. 

"I live a few blocks away, actually," I replied. 

"Wow. On your own?" 

"No, with my big brother. It was perfect timing, really. He was about to be transferred here to his company's office not too far from campus, and he knew that I wanted to move out of the dorms and get an apartment. There's only so much a student can afford, so he suggested we get a place together." 

"Wow... That's sweet of him!" 

"Yeah." I took another sip of my mocha. "We've always been close, so when he offered, I eagerly accepted. But what about you?" 

"Well, my boyfriend lives out this way, also nearby. So while he's at work today, I figured I'd come in and get one of my favorite drinks, then go shopping for his birthday present. Or rather, go shopping so that I can be his birthday present!" 

Allison and I shared a knowing grin. Lowering my voice so that I would not unduly shock the pair of older women at a nearby table, I suggested, "Perhaps you should try a crotchless panty, to give him the experience of taking you even while his present is still 'fully wrapped.'" 

I could almost hear the gears turning in Allison's mind. "Well, I did see online a blue skirt-and-shirt outfit which resembled party-themed wrapping paper..." 

I smiled, seeing the opportunity for her. "That's perfect! Add some knee-high socks and some appropriate shoes, perhaps a thin necklace and a few bracelets, and put your hair in a ponytail, and it would be a good look for you." 

I could picture the scene in my mind: Allison on all fours, the back of the skirt resting on her lower back, her boyfriend pulling on her ponytail as he took his pleasure from her body... 

"Yeah," Allison agreed. "He certainly does like the 'youngster' look, especially given his age." 

"Huh? 'Given his age?'" I prompted. 

"Um..." She hesitated, almost as if embarrassed to explain – which I could understand, since Allison and I did not really know each other very well at all. "Gene's about to turn forty." 

"I see..." I remembered Allison mentioning once that she would be in Miami to celebrate her nineteenth birthday during Spring Break. For her to be dating someone more than twice her age seemed almost creepy in a way. 

...yet who was I to make such a judgment? After all, my boyfriend was my big brother. 

"In a way," she added, "I wish I had much smaller breasts, like you. It would really help me to look younger for him." 

It was a struggle to prevent my jaw from dropping. 

*****

As we lay naked in his bed that night, Eric held me close, spooning with me from behind. Allison's admissions still filled my mind. "Do you think I look young?" I finally asked. 

"Why? Do you think I look particularly old?" 

"No, but..." How could I explain Allison's contention? Yet, somehow, I did. 

...and, somehow, Eric understood. "There is certainly an appeal about young-looking women, which I've noticed more and more as I've gotten older," he admitted. "But on the other hand, isn't American society essentially brainwashed by the media to place a greater importance on young-looking women?" 

"Sure, so long as the 'young-looking women' have big chests." 

He moved a hand to my chest, gently squeezing each breast in turn. "Here's an important question for you, and you don't need to answer this to me, but think about this for yourself: Are you comfortable with your own body? Do you feel good the way you are? Do you feel that you need to have larger breasts to please anyone but yourself?" 

His questions resonated in my mind, and reminded my heart of why I loved him so much, of why Eric had been so special to me throughout my life. His age had given him plenty of wisdom in many areas of life, and he had long been able to enlighten me from this extra six years of thoughts and experiences. 

Thinking about the fact that he helped me to feel truly sexy, I held my big brother's hand to a breast. "I'm fine with how I am now," I said quietly, and that was mostly true. "I do wish these were a little larger, but I suppose every woman wants to change something about the way she looks." 

As I was held in the darkness by my boyfriend, my mind was at peace, and my heart absorbed the love emanating from the older man behind me.



Fated Ch. 19



Softly, he moaned my name, then crushed me in his arms as his forbidden love rose into me. 

*****

I had just finished dressing, but our middle-of-the-night copulation still played in my mind, my body still "feeling" my big brother's surge inside me, my ears still "hearing" him call my name and then give a long low growl as his orgasm filled me. Just thinking about the illicit dance in the darkness was making me wet again, and I pressed the front of my denim skirt against my thinly-clad sex and moaned softly, remembering fondly. 

*****

Just before we left the apartment, Eric squeezed a breast as he kissed me. It felt almost exactly the same as it had in my bed some six hours earlier, the main exception being that, instead of straddling him as he sat on the bed, we were both standing. Neither one of us was breathing hard at that moment, unlike the situation during the night, but we were still left breathless when the kiss sadly ended. 

*****

While I was working at the front desk, I received a text message from Eric about mid-morning: 

I love you and I cannot imagine having anyone else as a little sister. 

It brought a smile to my face and a wetness to my thong. That simple message brought back the memories of our late-night lovemaking, my nipples hardening as they "felt" my big brother's gentle pinches. 

I sent him a text message of my own: You just love making love to me ;-) 

I felt my cell phone buzz briefly against my hip, but was busy checking out several books for a grad student. When I could finally check the text message, my heart beat faster: 

I make love to you because I truly love you. 

I wish we could make love all the time, I sent back. Forget the rest of the world – find a secret hideaway and simply enjoy each other. 

Nearly forty minutes passed before my big brother sent back a response: It sounds like you want a sexathon!

I thought again of the loving sex we had had during the night. Once again, my nipples began to harden and my sex began to moisten. But I was forced to set those thoughts aside to go help a new professor learn the layout of the library. 

*****

Sitting against the usual tree during lunch, he called. "Hello, big brother," I answered fondly. "You've been on my mind a lot today." 

"Oh?" 

"Yeah..." 

There was a long, comfortable silence – just hearing my big brother breathing softly into the phone slowly aroused me. 

"You never did answer back about the sexathon," he finally noted. 

"Well, it is a nice idea," I said, "and something we already did really once the move was finished." 

"Are you saying you wouldn't want to do it again?" 

"I didn't say that," I reminded him, mindful of the trio of guys passing by on the sidewalk, "but something like that would be nice to have happen again." 

"Hmmm..." I heard my big brother's fingers dancing on his laptop's keyboard, pausing only so that he could move the cursor with his wireless mouse. "So you want a sexathon, little sister?" 

"Yeah..." I admitted, my voice soft yet breathy even to my own ears, my body responding to the naughty visions in my head. Mostly, I thought of the middle-of-the-night sex, of riding my big brother in the darkness as he sat before me with his arms seizing me while he tried to hold back his release just a heartbeat longer... and I thought of such moments happening repeatedly for an entire day, for an entire weekend, my big brother taking me multiple times, spilling his seed inside me and across my face and between my breasts and in my hair and all over my back and on my stomach and down my throat... 

"You do realize," Eric finally noted, "that if we do this, neither of us will be wearing clothes for a long time, right?" 

I believe he heard my grin, for he chuckled softly, but then he turned serious. "You know how much I want to make love to you, don't you?" 

"Yeah..." 

"Just like last night for starters... You rode me for quite a while last night, you know. The way you looked as I looked up at you, the moonlight dancing across your face and your chest... I was making love to a goddess who also just happened to be the sister I love so dearly..." 

"Eric..." My heartbeat quickened, visions of our most recent lovemaking playing on the inside of my eyelids. 

"A sexathon sounds good," my big brother acknowledged. "It would be nice to have a full weekend dedicated to showing my little sister just how much I love her." 

And that night, in a darkened apartment, in a bedroom lit only by moonlight, a big brother expressed his undying love for his little sister, taking his time, cherishing her, worshipping her like a goddess until his love could no longer be contained, and she accepted his respectful offering with a tear of utter joy. 



Fated Ch. 20



As Eric leaned back on the futon, I knelt between his legs, enjoying him with my hands and my mouth, using my tongue and my heart to demonstrate my love for him. With my eyes closed, I could better feel his unique texture, I could better taste the clear desire emerging from deep within him, I could better smell his strong musk, and I could better hear his deepening breathing and knew that he was close to feeding me his illicit love. 

My body and my hair were still damp from my mid-afternoon swim in the apartment complex's pool, but the crotch of my bikini bottom was wet. I whimpered around the thick erection in my mouth, imagining that very same manhood penetrating my body elsewhere. 

But I did not want either of us to reach orgasm, not yet. With a gentle kiss to his soft tip, I opened my eyes at last and looked up into my big brother's face, smiling with delight as his eyes slowly opened and his hand reached forward to stroke my hair. The love in his touch was definitely genuine, and the lust pulsing within my closed hand was definitely heartfelt. 

Slowly and carefully, my knees protesting a little after having spent so long between his thighs, I rose, practically climbing up my big brother as if he was a tree, his erection just another prominent branch adding to his majestic beauty. And, just like with any sturdy tree when I was a young tomboy, I sat upon him, this time with the branch nestled within me, filling me wonderfully. 

I hugged him close, my face pressed into his neck, my breasts pressed against him. My hips rocked gently of their own accord, yet neither of us seemed to mind. 

Across the wall, I could hear a neighbor beginning to practice scales on the electric guitar he had bought earlier in the week. From overhead came the sound of a low-flying helicopter, unusual for the neighborhood and signaling that perhaps a life flight was returning to the hospital a few blocks away. A pair of people were talking loudly and animatedly in Spanish as they headed either to or from the parking lot. From one of the apartments across the walkway from our front door, a dog barked several times. Even with our windows closed, I could faintly smell meat being barbecued on a grill. The A/C kicked on again, its clicking sound prominent and unmistakable as its motor revved up again and cooler air began to refill the apartment, the motor's sound drowning out the faint call of a bird in a nearby tree. A car horn sounded in the parking lot, and someone yelled a profanity in response. 

Such mundane events seemed almost obscene, like intrusions on the tender joining I was sharing with my big brother. As he stroked the back of my hair, I kissed his neck and flexed around him once again, anchoring myself to him, anchoring him deep within me, wishing I could draw even more of him inside me, wishing I could lock him inside my heart. 

Yet for some reason, the mundane sounds of everyday life kept drawing me away from the moment. While I would climb trees when I was younger to get away from things for a bit, I was able at that time to enjoy the mundane things in life while also feeling somewhat detached from it all. At this moment, however, the mundane things were reminders of society, a society which would never approve of the illicit love being felt within these walls. They were reminders of being ostracized, of being forced into hiding, of being eschewed by everyone – by our neighbors and our friends and my classmates and his colleagues. and even by the rest of our family. 

It became too much, and I began to cry. My big brother held me close, his erection fading inside me as his attention turned from intimacy to concern. He kissed the tears from my cheeks and rocked me gently, not unlike his care for me in our younger, always-chaste days together. Once again, he was the rock of my life, helping me through a moment of distress. 

And I again pictured myself kneeling before him a few minutes earlier, feeling him twitching in my mouth as I brushed a fingernail across a testicle and laved his erection with my tongue. That image came and went, fading into and out of the view of my mind's eye. 

"We need to get away," Eric finally said, his voice breaking through the sound of my soft sobs. "July 4 Weekend is coming up, so that's a perfect time to go somewhere, someplace secluded, just you and me, alone together where no one will disturb us." 

He understood. He always understood. In some ways, I wonder if my big brother was actually a fraternal twin who just happened to be born six years earlier than me, if while in the womb he suggested that I remain inside our mother for a while so that he could go and scout out the outside world to better guide me and assist me once I was born. His ability to understand me and know what was inside my head was uncanny, reminding me of what I had read about twins and what I had witnessed from the identical twin girls I had known in high school. 

I felt a bit ashamed as I rose from his lap and felt his manhood slip out of my body. My tears had slowed, and I was thankful that Eric understood why I was distressed, but I felt terrible for my mind having ruined a wonderful moment of intimacy. But as I turned to leave the living room, he seized my hand to stop me. Standing, he gazed into my eyes and whispered: 

"I'll always love you, no matter what the world might think of that." 

Especially since my big brother rarely ever used the word "love," I was deeply moved, and leaned into him as he held me. My tears redoubled, but at least they were tears of joy. 



Fated Ch. 21



"I found a nice place where we can spend the July 4 weekend," Eric said one evening during dinner. 

"Where?" I asked, even though I had a mouthful of spaghetti. 

"Up in the mountains, about five hours from here. Four hours to the base, and about an hour upward. A place which rents out small cabins in the mountainside forest. Plenty of Nature around us. People are rare there, so it would be just you and me and the animals in the area. Yet it still has most of the amenities we're used to, including electricity and running water. No high-speed Internet, though -- dial-up only." 

I shrugged. "I can deal without any Internet access for a weekend." 

He smiled. "So you're interested in going?" 

"Absolutely! You were right: We definitely need to get away for a while. But we couldn't leave until Noon on Thursday, though. Because of the holiday, the library is closing at Noon and operating on a skeletal staff that morning, and it's too late now to try to get the full day off." 

"That's fine. We'd still be there in time to enjoy the sunset." 

Underneath the table, I slid my ankles against his. "I'm looking forward to it." 

"We'll need to come back Saturday, though, so I have time Sunday to deal with the work I know I'll need to do over the weekend." 

"I don't mind," I assured him with a smile. "A few days away will be perfect for us both, I think, especially if it's truly just us out in the middle of nowhere." 

*****

We packed the night before, and that morning Eric had his car quickly checked over to ensure all was working properly under the hood. Not long after the library closed, I met him by the fountain, and we bought lunch as I often did at the sandwich cart, eating on the way to the car. 

The first phase of the drive was four hours, but seemed more like four minutes. I was definitely looking forward to spending so much time truly alone with my big brother. For once, I would not need to worry about how others might view us and our relationship. For once, I would not need to keep quiet as I was eaten, or use a pillow to mask my screams as my body was being repeatedly filled. For once, I would not need to keep all the blinds closed so that I could walk around mostly or completely naked in my forbidden lover's presence. 

For once, I could truly be a little sister, Eric could truly be a big brother, and we could truly be fated lovers. 

At the base of the mountain, we stopped at the "front desk," a small base from which the rental operations were situated. We picked up the keys to the cabin as well as a very good map to guide us the rest of the way, and also picked up some food and fuel at the small grocery store across the street. Then it was back into the car for the trek up the mountain. 

My big brother was right: It was indeed a secluded place. The winding road followed the contours via numerous switchbacks cut through the mountainside forest. With the windows down, the scent of the mountain filled my nostrils and the calls of the birds filled my ears. Already, I was certain that we would return to this place as often as we possibly could. 

When we came to the third plateau, we continued straight along a dirt road instead of following the switchbacks, and shortly after rounding a bend came to a gate. For me, the gate was unexpected, but it was a nice symbol: keeping society away from us during our private time together. 

Eric handed me the key, and I got out of the car to open the gate. He drove through the opening, and I closed and locked the gate, sealing us into our cocoon of privacy, into our personal sanctuary of forbidden love. 

*****

The cabin was small but beautiful, with a rustic visual appeal and modern electric and telephone lines running along the dirt road to a point opposite the chimney. There was a narrow porch which wrapped around three sides of the cabin, allowing someone to walk out the front door and use the porch to reach the back door. A few wooden chairs and a pair of short wooden benches provided seating on the wrap-around porch. A wind chime tinkled softly in the cool mountain breeze, and I realized that one of the nice benefits of being here would be that we would not need air conditioning for once. 

As he rounded the car, I heard Eric breathe deeply, savoring the clean mountain air. "Tastes different from the city air," he commented, and I nodded in agreement. Without the sprawling asphalt to hold in the heat and the millions of vehicles to create an ever-present haze, the air did indeed taste different, not dissimilar to how my mouth feels after a dreaded visit to a dentist. 

My big brother soon unlocked the front door of the cabin, then he surprised me: He picked me up in his arms, carrying me inside. The symbolism was not lost on me, and I was as giddy as a young schoolgirl from this unexpected display of my big brother's love. 

He did not immediately set me down, however. I was carried through the living/dining room and into the kitchen, then back into the living/dining room to the lone bedroom, where he at last deposited me at the center of the large bed. 

Laying beside me, Eric gently caressed me, his touches chaste -- for the moment. Running a hand through his hair, I simply gazed deep into his eyes, thankful that, at last, we were truly secluded: two fated lovers hidden from the world. 

His kiss was gentle and respectful, expressing his love far better than any words ever could. It was a romantic kiss, a kiss full of promise, a kiss underscoring why he had brought me to the cabin. 

But soon he lifted his head away, a final dose of reality setting in. "I'd better call down to the base like they'd asked, to let them know we arrived safely," he said, "then I'll bring in our things." 

As soon as my big brother had left the bedroom to go to the telephone, I sprang off the bed, thinking that I could give him a nice surprise. I had stripped completely even before I heard his gentle voice speaking to someone at the base of the mountain, and when he hung up the telephone and turned around to head to the front door, he saw me: his little sister, proudly nude and leaning against the door, her body fully on display, waiting patiently for him. 

We did not go to the car immediately, for Eric seized me in a tight hug of appreciation for my display. When we did step outside, however, I suddenly hesitated, for it was the first time I had ever been naked outdoors. I had to remind myself that other than my big brother, the only eyes upon me were those of any birds and animals who might be in the area, and then I felt just fine with being naked outside, although it was indeed strange to feel the mountain breeze against parts of my body which had never previously been caressed by the open air. 

My right hip brushed against the car, and I nearly jumped. Whenever something similar had happened in the past, I had been wearing something, even if only a swimsuit or a bikini. Wearing nothing, however, that sensation sent a jolt through my entire body followed by a shiver of naughtiness which ultimately settled in my lower spine. Having seen my reaction to such a mundane event, Eric smiled as he opened the trunk. 

Soon we were back inside, setting our belongings aside. Hunger was becoming an issue. 

...so my big brother fed me. He had me sit in a chair in the living room and then stood beside me. "I'm more than willing to give you all I can," he said softly and proudly as I unzipped his shorts. 

He was soon long and hard, his erection stuffing my mouth. Thoughtfully, lovingly, he kept my hair out of my face, moaning softly as I sucked him, my tongue brushing him with the care of an artist, my fingertips holding his testicles as if they were priceless museum artifacts. My free hand grasped one of his wrists, anchoring us to each other. My eyes closed, I could better savor his scent, his taste, his feel, his sounds, his love, and my tender enticement was rewarded with his wonderful, thick, creamy passion for me, his little sister, and I swallowed it all as he seized my head, thrusting deeper into my mouth, grunting as he fed me, calling my name, and finally withdrawing from me and dropping to his knees beside the chair and resting his head on arms folded on the armrest while I ran a hand through his hair. 

I was wet. Having my big brother in my mouth and eagerly consuming his prominent passion had momentarily abated my hunger and made me wet. As he regained his breath, my free hand drifted between my parted thighs and I masturbated openly, slowly, the sounds of my liquid love punctuated by the calls of the birds. 

I slid forward on the chair, and then Eric was between my spread legs, his hands caressing my thighs, his lips kissing their way toward my junction, his eyes riveted to my sisterly sex, his rapt attention only serving to heighten my arousal, to propel the actions of my hand, to cause my fingers to press a little further into my shuddering body. My small breasts shook as my release neared, my breathing quickening between sounds of self-lust. 

"I know a little sister," he teased me, "who should cum for her big brother." 

I neared the summit, enjoying the plateau of my self-inflicted pleasure. Through half-open eyes, I watched my big brother kneeling between my legs, watched him watching me. 

"Cum for me, Erica," he whispered. "Cum for me..." 

His fingers, longer than mine, replaced mine inside me. My hand focused its attention on my clitoris, while my big brother's fingers quickly found my G-spot and rubbed gently. Suddenly, I could not remain still, the ascent renewing with great speed, and my sudden plunge into the abyss of pleasure consuming all my senses as we worked together, a sexual yin and yang which caused my world to simultaneously explode and implode, and without the constraint of having neighbors on the other side of a wall, I announced my ecstasy without shame, screaming, suddenly seizing my big brother's hair and forcing his mouth to my flowing sex and riding his face as he devoured me, savoring me, augmenting my pleasure, speeding my freefall into the abyss until I could handle no more and pushed his head away, yet he continued to stroke me gently between my legs as I slowly calmed, shuddering from the aftershocks of my intense release. 

...and then I was on my knees on the floor, wrapped tightly in my big brother's arms as he rocked me gently and kissed my cheek. 

"It's time," I heard him say softly as he gave me a gentle squeeze. At first, I was confused, but then I became aware of the dimming light level in the cabin. 

Sunset was near. 

Eric helped me to stand, then, with his forbidden phallus still hanging through the front of his shorts, with me still completely naked, we walked outside, hand-in-hand, and stood on the porch to enjoy the western sky. He stood behind me, his arms wrapped snugly around my chest as I leaned against him, the final rays of sunlight warming us both as the sun dipped below the outline of a distant mountain peak. 

"Now I think it's time for a proper dinner," I joked, and twenty minutes later, I was fed again... properly.



Fated Ch. 22



I awoke in the morning to a lonely bed, but I heard the shower running and knew that I was not truly alone. 

As I rolled over in bed to look past the parted curtains and out the open window, I thought of the night just passed, of my big brother spooning with me, entering me, and then simply holding me as my body flexed around him. For a long time, he had touched me in the darkness, sometimes focusing on my clitoris and stroking the point of our joining, and sometimes focusing on my chest -- squeezing a breast, softly pinching a nipple -- and ensuring my arousal for a long, long time until, at last, we both began to drift into slumber with him still inside me... 

The calls of the birds and the rustling of the leaves were calming, as was the sound of the water flowing from the showerhead. Turning my face into the pillow, I sighed happily, then decided to face the day. Throwing back the sheets, I bared myself to the cool mountain air, and then, standing between the bed and the window as I stretched, I bared myself to the world. I stood at the window for a moment, deeply inhaling the clean fresh air, the scents of Nature, watching as a small bird hopped along the grass and paused occasionally to listen for any worms emerging from the ground, and thankful that for once my view was not of another window in an adjacent building or of a parking lot. 

I heard the shower turn off and headed toward the bathroom, stepping in just as my big brother emerged from behind the frosted glass. Although he was thoroughly wet, we embraced like long-time lovers, with the familiarity of a couple who had spent decades together. 

"Good morning, little sister," he finally whispered. We shared a loving smile before we embraced anew. 

While I showered and readied myself for the day, Eric made breakfast: cinnamon rolls. When I rejoined him, they were ready, along with coffee. Both of us fully clothed for the first time since our arrival, we sat on the porch enjoying the vision and sounds of Nature around us as we chatted quietly over breakfast. 

We spent the rest of the morning exploring the mountainside: following animal trails, finding a spring, watching a doe drink from a stream, trying to identify the various birds. In a way, it was like the camping trips from when we were younger, only this time, there was a much closer bond between my big brother and me. 

At one point, out of the blue, he seized my arm and turned me quickly, backing me against a tree trunk. Before I could ask what he was doing, he silenced me with a hand upon my chest, and I reveled in his unexpected attention, enjoying his hands upon me, losing myself in his long kiss. The tree was strong and sturdy behind me, its bark scratching me gently through my tank top. My big brother's hands were a wonderful contrast, gentle and soft, fondling me fondly and slowly arousing me, so slowly that I was almost surprised to be breathless when at last he lifted his lips away from mine... 

I was still attempting to regain my breath as Eric took my hand and continued to lead me along the animal trail we were following. Except for the fact that we were holding hands, the moment at the tree could well not have ever happened. 

Several other times that morning, similar events happened: always when I least expected it, always with me backed against a tree, always ending with me being breathless and heady with desire. When we finally returned to the cabin, I was incredibly horny and was nearly ready to pounce on my big brother. 

We made lunch together: traditional PB&J. As we sat on the porch with our lunch, the conversation lapsed into a comfortable silence, and soon, I wondered what Eric was thinking, because I happened to glance downward and see a bulge at the front of his shorts. 

"Penny for your thoughts?" 

My big brother turned to me, smiling, his eyes roaming first my face, then the rest of me. "I was just thinking about yesterday and last night," he admitted. "Seeing you naked like that for so long was a nice surprise." 

"I'm often naked at home," I reminded him before taking another bite of my sandwich. 

"True," he admitted, "but there's just something different about your being naked outside. Granted, we weren't outside for very long yesterday when you were naked, but it was still wonderful and refreshing in a way." 

"Yeah," I admitted. "It was rather freeing..." 

When we finished, Eric took our plates and empty glasses back inside, and I leaned back on the wooden bench, the wall of the cabin cool against my back. The mountain breeze had increased a little since morning, blowing a few strands of hair across my face. The porch overhang protected me from the midday sun, but I still felt warm as I thought of how freeing it had been to be naked in Nature, to be able to bare myself far, far away from the eyes of society, to feel the pristine grass and the hard dirt road beneath my feet and feel the caress of the wind between my thighs and across my breasts. 

I was so lost in thought that I was surprised when the back door of the cabin opened again, and even more surprised -- pleasantly so -- when my big brother emerged. 

...naked. 

Granted, I had often seen my big brother naked -- after all, both partners are usually naked during sex, and our sex life was definitely active. But somehow, seeing him naked and standing outside, watching as his forbidden phallus began to grow and move into a skyward position, it made me all the more aware of his nudity, of his masculinity. 

He was clearly a bit nervous about being naked in "public," even though the only "public" in the area was me. So I decided to try to make him a little less nervous and held out a hand to him, drawing him to me until he stood between my spread legs. 

I took my big brother into my mouth, using my tongue and my fingertips to entice him to full arousal. "Erica," he whispered, my name cascading over me as if I was standing underneath a waterfall. The way he caressed my hair, I knew that his nervousness was indeed starting to fade. As soon as his erection had been fully formed, however, I lifted my head away, briefly kissing the tip, and looked up at him with a happy smile. 

Nudging him back, I stood, and we hugged briefly before I nudged him away again. His eyes showed his wonder of what I was about to do, then they showed his happiness as I began to undress -- but he stopped me, taking over for me, revealing my body once again to the view of any birds or animals in the area. 

...and to the view of my illicit lover. 

Hand-in-hand, as naked as when we each were born some six years apart, we moved with one mind from the porch to the grass. Being naked with my big brother in the Great Outdoors, combined with the several times that morning when I had been trapped between him and a tree and gently teased, caused a resurgence of arousal, and of desire. 

I stopped us, and he turned to face me. Our lips met briefly, and then I slowly kissed and nibbled my way down his neck, his chest, his stomach, until I could take him into my mouth once more. Kneeling before him, feeling him twitch against the brushing of my tongue, I felt at peace. Without even considering touching myself, I was wet, my passion soon warm upon my thighs. 

When I finally lifted my head away, I looked up at my big brother. "Make love to me," I requested, "right here in the grass..." 

Eric knelt before me, kissing me, touching me between my thighs. I moaned into his mouth, slowly rocking against his hand. It felt good, but I needed him inside me. 

"Please..." I begged, but I was ignored. My big brother continued to touch me, drawing the wetness from me and spreading it along my clitoris. My face in his neck, and closed my eyes, enjoyed the warm sun upon my bare skin, enjoyed having him in my arms, enjoyed the calls of the birds and the gentle caress of the mountain breeze, and gave in to the teasing, my body responding even more than usual, sounds of passion escaping my lips as I kissed and licked my big brother's neck. He did not relent, continually stroking my clitoris even as my fingernails began to curl into his back and scratch down either side of his spine. 

"Take me!" I ultimately pleaded between pants. I brought a hand around and gripped his erection firmly, stroking him, my small hand squeezing him enough to make him groan past my ear. We openly masturbated each other, a big brother and a little sister doing something no one else would ever understand or condone... 

Eric bit me, and a soft cry escaped my lips. Only then did he withdraw his hand, and I did the same, certain that, at last, he was going to ease into me, making love to me in the grass with the sun shining upon our illicit coupling. 

He laid me in the grass, the many green blades prickling me wonderfully. The sunlight almost blinded me, forcing me to keep my eyes closed as he bent over me again, this time biting a breast, then the other breast, alternating back and forth, biting me harder and harder as his hand resumed the exquisite torture of my clitoris, the pain mixing all too well with the pleasure. 

"Cum for your big brother," he commanded me, his voice seemingly far away. 

Simultaneously, he bit around my right nipple as he forced a trio of fingers deep into my sisterly body, and I suddenly went rigid, quivering inside and outside, feeling my breasts jiggle atop my chest, feeling his digits being squeezed tightly, my hands clenching and pulling at the grass beneath me, my eyes seeing both muted sunlight and a plethora of sparkles. 

And then came a loud, intense scream which would have shocked the neighbors if we had been back at the apartment complex. Even though I was the woman feeling all the pleasure and the pain, even though I was the one enveloped in love, the explosion of sound shocked what little coherent mind I had remaining in that moment of torturous bliss, yet I could not close my mouth -- I could only scream, I could only vocalize what I was feeling, I could only announce to the world that my big brother was making me extremely aware of my femininity, that his love was hurting me and enthralling me. 

The scream subsided to loud hard labored breaths and significant moans as the pain throbbed in my breast. I felt my big brother's kiss to the point of my aching, and I reached for him as he moved, positioning himself over me, his head finally blocking the sunlight from blinding me. 

My body was already incredibly sensitive, so when my big brother lunged forward and practically split me in half, I screamed again, my fingers burrowing into his unprotected flesh with such force that he groaned from the pain. He stilled himself inside me long enough for my body to become accustomed to his penetration, and then he brought me gently down from the peak of bliss by moving ever so slowly, making love to me as if I was a fragile butterfly, occasionally kissing me briefly as we moved against each other in a natural dance which we could finally perform in a natural setting for the very first time. 

Eventually, we disengaged long enough for Eric to lay on his back in the grass and allow me to fit around his manhood once again. With my hands on his chest and my aching breast moving subtly beneath me, I made love to my big brother, our eyes locked as he stroked my sides, caressed my face, and even squeezed my aching breast to reignite the pain. 

...the pain he had lovingly inflicted upon me. 

I sat back on my heels, and he naturally rose to a sitting position, still nicely embedded within me. "Bite my other breast," I requested. "Hurt me again..." 

Since I was expecting the intense pain, I did not scream, although Eric definitely did not disappoint me. With tears forming in my eyes and beginning to spill down my cheeks, I shuddered around him, my fingernails again digging into his skin as his teeth marked me anew. With both my breasts aching, he gave me a bear hug, the direct skin-on-skin contact heightening the pain, my body squeezing him just as tightly to make him groan softly in pleasure. 

I began to rock upon him again, and my big brother descended to his back in the grass, still holding me and bringing me down with him. We kissed, the love between us blossoming, my body moving on its own, my breasts still hurting in a way which made me only want to move faster and take my big brother deeper into my body. 

"On your hands and knees," Eric commanded, and it took me a moment to fully understand what he had just said. It was sad in a way to disengage from him, to no longer feel him lovingly invading me, but a few moments later, I was on my hands and knees, my lips sealed obscenely around his thickness, my tongue savoring my own taste while admiring his masculine form and texture. My heart beat harder and my blood flowed faster as my mouth was used for his pleasure -- only for at most twenty seconds, but definitely long enough to increase his pleasure and make me further lament his absence from my wet sex. 

Withdrawing, my big brother nonchalantly moved around me, his erection bobbing naughtily. When he entered me, it was much slower, much more respectful, but definitely with the same abundance of infinite love. 

As I slowly fingered my clitoris, my big brother made love to me. His deep penetration was what I had needed, and soon I was again on the verge of a strong orgasm. My free hand beat the ground in a clenched fist as I tried to wait, tried to hold back my release, wanting to climax in tandem with him. I moved as hard as I could against him, squeezing him as tightly as my body possibly could, not even attempting to reign in the sounds of my growing passion. 

My big brother's orgasm triggered my own, and together we embraced our incest, collapsing together in a heap of flesh and love as the sun continued to shine upon us and the mountain breeze continued to caress us. 

The world had not changed, but sadly, neither would society have changed. Nonetheless, I was determined to truly enjoy and cherish and forever remember every detail of this special, unique trip, and as my big brother carried me back to the cabin with our combined love still seeping from my sisterly body, I knew instinctively that he felt the same. 



Fated Ch. 23



We spent much of the afternoon naked. I was on the bed reading while Eric sat in a chair across the bedroom to read. Every now and then, we would look up from our respective books, exchanging a knowing smile or briefly caressing each other with our eyes before returning to our respective tales. 

After a while, Eric approached the bed. "How about Reverse Strip Poker?" 

That baffled me for a moment, until I realized that since we were both already naked, Reverse Strip Poker would require us both to actually put on clothing. 

We played on the wrap-around porch, each of us disappearing inside to put on an article of clothing upon losing a hand. I have never been good at card games, and especially not at poker, so I was quite surprised to still be topless by the time Eric was fully clothed. He stood leaning against the porch railing, holding open his arms, and I stood and joined him, eagerly hugging him even though it reignited the ache in each breast. 

I must have made a small sound of discomfort, because he nudged me back and looked directly at my chest, appraising the injuries he had inflicted upon me earlier in the day. He ran a finger around the edge of his bite marks on my left breast, not directly touching the markings but still causing me to hiss slightly. 

"Maybe it's a good thing you won the Reverse Strip Poker," my big brother commented softly. "If you were wearing a bra right now, you'd be hurting even more." 

I nodded in agreement, watching and hissing as his finger kept making circles around the bite marks. Fortunately, we still had plenty of time to be alone in such an idyllic mountain setting, so far from society, meaning that I could remain topless -- if not completely naked -- for quite some time and allow the imprints of my big brother's teeth to fade away and heal. 

Finally, I stepped back, a realization crossing my mind. "You know, we'd better call home, since the cell phones may not work too well way up here." 

Eric nodded. We had not yet called our mother, and ideally we needed to call her before she might leave for the evening to enjoy fireworks somewhere. 

*****

I remained topless the rest of the day, and my big brother took off his shirt as well -- it was almost as if it was a display of "sympathy" for me, similar to teammates shaving their heads when one of their own has cancer and must undergo chemotherapy. As we made and ate dinner, it was nice to be able to again roam my eyes across Eric's chest, and it made me feel somewhat giddy to watch his eyes alight upon mine. 

In the final hour or so of normal daylight, I decided to work on a tan -- not just a regular tan, but a full-body tan. Eric joined me long enough to cover my backside with sunscreen, then retired to the porch to read while I soaked in the warmth of the sun's rays. Even though my breasts were pressed into the ground and many blades of grass were prickling my injured flesh, the aching was quite bearable and served as a wonderful reminder of the lovemaking from earlier in the day. Those thoughts filled my mind, helping to pass the time as my body absorbed the last sunlight of the day, the wetness forming and eventually seeping from me as I relived the pleasure and the pain. 

Feeling Eric's hand on my bare back, I slowly rolled over, keeping my eyes closed against the sunlight as he added more suntan lotion to my body. "My little sister seems to be wet," he commented, a tone of approval in his voice. I just smiled slightly, not saying anything -- I knew that nothing needed to be said -- as he continued to rub the lotion into my skin. His touch and his presence and his love encouraged my nipples to harden, and when he at last added lotion to my chest, his palms delighted my nipples and hurt my breasts, causing me to open my eyes at last and look up at him in what was undoubtedly a mixture of desire and distress, yet I did not want him to stop. 

...although he soon did, giving me a loving kiss before returning to the porch and leaving me to soak in the sunlight. After a while, I heard my big brother head inside, but thought nothing about it, my mind thinking more about the unusual trajectory of our relationship and wondering whether our living together was indeed the beginning of our unusual relationship, or if it had always been there, percolating under the surface of our sibling status. 

I thought of the joy I felt when Eric had called me to say that he was moving to the same city and suggested that we live together. Visions of the wrestling match in a hotel brought a smile to my lips. My body remembered the moment my big brother had pried me open in an heartfelt moment of deep, intense love. 

As the sun dipped below a distant mountain peak, I finally opened my eyes, pleasantly surprised to see my big brother crossing the grass. Once again, he was naked, gently stroking himself, his eyes roaming my body. Simply knowing that my body, "unattractive" by societal standards due to my small breasts, could arouse him, could arouse my big brother, could make him want to masturbate while simply looking at me... I smiled. 

Seeing Eric masturbate as he approached me, I began to masturbate as well. As the daylight faded, he knelt beside me, stroking himself slowly, his free hand stroking my cheek, our eyes connecting. 

Darkness befell us quickly, the stars overhead winking down upon us, and as the final rays of daylight formed a glow around the distant mountain peak, my legs were spread and my body slowly invaded with respect and with love. 

"Erica..." he breathed as he eased into me. 

Nothing more was said as my big brother made love to me. To his credit, he kept himself from brushing against my chest, so there was absolutely no pain. It was truly a moment of beauty: out in the open, underneath the stars, a cool mountain breeze caressing us both, the sounds of the night creatures adding to the wonderful and respectful lovemaking. 

I was startled when the fireworks began. Given our altitude, the initial explosion was faint but unmistakable. We would not be able to see them because of the trees on the downward side of the plateau, but just knowing that there were fireworks made it truly feel like July 4, and it also reminded me that this sanctuary away from society was ultimately not too far from society. In a way, hearing the explosions of the fireworks almost made it feel like there were eyes upon us, even though the only eyes would be those of the animals of the night. 

On my back, on my hands and knees, squatting over him, the lovemaking was beautiful and wondrous. There was no pain whatsoever, only the exquisite pleasure of being physically loved. Our ultimate release was a long time in coming, the fireworks show in the valley ending before our lovemaking reached its peak, and when I felt my big brother explode inside me, it set off an explosion of my own which left me shuddering in his arms in the light of the rising moon. 

I must have fallen asleep, for I vaguely felt myself being picked up and carried. In the morning, I awoke on top of the covers, with Eric spooning behind me and an arm draped over my side. 

*****

We took a final walk on that Saturday morning, each of us naked except for footwear as we meandered amongst the many trees. I knew that I would miss being able to walk outside completely nude, so I tried to remember every caress of the mountain breeze, every ray of sunshine, every touch of the underbrush against my hip. It was also nice to be naked just a little longer before finally putting on a bra again. 

We had lunch on the porch, then reluctantly returned to the bedroom to dress again. This time, however, we dressed each other, which produced an awkward moment of sorts: Eric had removed a bra from me several times previously, but had never tried to put a bra on me. We had a nice laugh over that situation, as he tried to make it fit "just right" without knowing if he needed to do anything special or different. 

It was also nice to know that, while I was aware of the aching in my breasts, it was not too distracting to have them supported by a bra. When my big brother stood behind me and squeezed my breasts once I was fully clothed, the pain did reignite and make me groan a little, but it was definitely bearable. Fortunately, looking ahead a week or so, I did not anticipate needing to be topless in the presence of anyone but the person who had hurt me, so I did not think much about it. 

It was with sadness that we packed the car and left the cabin behind to begin the long trek down the switchbacks and the much longer trek back to our apartment. As we drove away from the cabin, I felt as if I was leaving part of myself behind, but I was indeed hopeful that I could return -- soon -- to find that part of myself once again. 



Fated Ch. 24



The downpour was by far the worst we had experienced since moving in together. Even the floor of our usually "rainproof" enclosed balcony/patio was being pelted with the torrential rain. The lightning accompanying the rain was striking often very close all around the apartment complex, the resultant thunder practically deafening. 

Yet, I sat in a patio chair on the enclosed balcony. The thunder rolled through the ground and through the building and rocked my body. The wind blew the plethora of massive raindrops through the screen to moisten me. The many flashes of lightning practically blinded me with their reflections off the neighboring white-sided buildings and the mini-ponds scattered throughout the parking lot. 

I watched as Eric's car made its way through a mini-pond and finally parked in his assigned space underneath the carport. He turned off the headlights and the engine, and then leaned back in the driver's seat, clearly thankful to no longer be driving through the crazy storm. I smiled to myself, recognizing his fatigue, knowing that I would pamper him throughout the evening, and stood and returned into the apartment proper. 

I hurried, and by the time I heard the key penetrate the lock, I was wearing the bikini once again. I waited until I had heard the door close and lock again before stepping out of my bedroom. 

My big brother was still facing the door as he took off his shoes, placing them on the mat to dry. Only then did he turn around and see his little sister leaning against the wall with her arms folded underneath her breasts and a welcoming smile upon her lips. 

Nothing was said as we embraced. His wet clothes felt strange, yet they also felt good against me. His hug was tighter than usual, evidence of his thankfulness at being home once again. 

"Get out of those wet clothes," I suggested softly. 

"Okay." His kiss to my forehead expressed a very deep distress, and I internally lamented the lack of contact as he acted upon my suggestion. 

When my big brother returned, he wore shorts and a t-shirt, definitely more than he usually wore when he and I were alone in the apartment. He stopped when he saw me and drank me in with his eyes, and that was enough to cause my heart to beat faster and a warmth to make itself known in my core. Throughout dinner, although our banter was lighthearted, he kept caressing me with his eyes, kept looking down at my smallish breasts. Yet it was also clear that something was weighing heavily on his mind -- something he was not yet ready to mention to me, so I did not ask. 

We watched cable news together, then Eric went into his bedroom to do a little work while I worked on improving my cornering in a racing game's practice mode. When he finally emerged from his bedroom, I could see distress plainly emblazoned across his face and instantly set the game on Pause as he moved to sit beside me on the futon. 

My big brother took me into his arms, holding me tighter than usual. "What's wrong?" I finally asked. 

It took him a while to finally reply. "Our VP's wife died late today," he said. "I'd seen her a few times when she'd drop by the office to bring him something he'd forgotten, or so they could go out for lunch together. Her car hydroplaned when the first major storm blew through earlier today, and she was very seriously injured in the resulting eight-car collision. Just before I left the office, we got the call that she'd died from her injuries." 

I did not know how to react, so I simply kissed his cheek and endured his tightening grasp. It was never easy to speak about death, and certainly harder still for him since he had tangentially known her. 

"It made me realize how fragile everything in life really is," he finally said, getting to what was truly troubling him. "We have so much, but it can be taken away in an instant. And ever since we first learned about the accident but especially since I left the office and braved the same treacherous driving conditions as George's wife, I've been worried about how my life would be so drastically and negatively changed if I were to suddenly lose you." 

I felt the heave of his chest before I heard his soft sob. I was touched that my big brother felt so deeply about me that he cried when thinking about possibly losing me. All I could think to do was kiss away the tears before they meandered too far down his cheeks and allow him to hold me as long as he needed to assure himself that I was still there, that I would be there for the rest of my life. 

...although, as was the case with his Vice President's wife, "the rest of my life" could suddenly be shortened beyond expectation. 

Yet I was still with him. I eased back a little from his tight grasp and took a hand, placing it directly over my heart. "It's still beating," I assured my big brother, knowing that he could feel my heartbeat in his palm and probably well up his forearm as well. "It's still beating, and I'm still here. As long as it's beating, I'll be with you, and even after it stops beating, I'll still be with you, just differently." 

His tears renewed, and I kissed them away again, yet my big brother kept his hand over my heart for a long time, as if he needed to feel my heartbeat to reassure himself that he would not lose me. 

When his tears ceased at last, I stood. "Why don't you go undress and lay on the bed," I suggested, "and I'll go get the massage oil." 

It had been a while since I had last given my big brother a massage, but it was the perfect time and the perfect activity. The massage helped him to relax, helped to ease his mind as my hands eased his body, and he was lulled into a needed slumber which began with over an hour of loving hands kneading herbal-scented oil into his skin and ended well into the night with a little sister laying naked in his arms as she watched over him with concern and with love.



Fated Ch. 25



There was no escaping it: Summer was definitely a reality. The heat wave combined with the oppressive humidity made it almost unbearable to be outside, even at night. I was not at all surprised when the local electric company began to send e-mails and text messages to customers and make pronouncements on television and radio and in the newspapers that rolling brownouts and potentially even blackouts would be enforced if the city's inhabitants and businesses did not cut back on electricity usage. 

The university was not immune. When we lost power at the main library and the back-up power supply failed to instantly take over, we waited the customary three minutes -- enough time to have everyone power down the public-access computers and finish checking out the two people in line at the front desk before beginning the state-mandated sweep of the building because, by state law applicable to the state's universities, without electricity, only staff were permitted to be in the library or any other public building on the state's campuses. 

By the time the library had been cleared of all non-staff, the lack of air conditioning was beginning to be felt. Campus police arrived to ensure that non-staff did not enter the library, and I felt sorry for them, since they had to stand outside, in the heat and the humidity, in full dark-blue uniform. Fortunately, the Director of the Library was thoughtful enough to take glasses of water to the officers guarding each entrance, but that would only do so much, especially if the electricity would be off for an extended period of time. 

The power to the nearest cellular tower was still active, however, evidenced by a call I received from my big brother. "Power's out at the office building," he informed me, "so I'm heading home early." 

"The power's out at the library as well," I said. "There's a rumor that if the power isn't on again in fifteen minutes, they'll declare the library closed for the day." 

"In that case, I'll swing by campus and pick you up. No sense in you waiting around in the heat for a bus or a train." 

"Thanks." I truly meant it, especially as I thought about the increasing heat inside the library. 

"Screw it," I heard the Director say under his breath as he passed behind me. Then he said aloud so all the staff could hear him: "Let's get some signs on the doors stating the library is closed for the day because of the power outage, then make sure I have your timecards and I'll take care of them in the morning. Knock off an hour early." 

"I heard that," Eric's voice sounded in my ear. "I'll be there as soon as I can." 

"Okay. I'll meet you at the back entrance to the library." 

My big brother was already waiting for me when I finally emerged from the darkened, warming building. He had taken off his tie, and his shirt was partially unbuttoned, revealing the white t-shirt underneath. Fortunately, he had been able to park in the shade of a tall tree, but due to the high gas prices, he had shut off the engine, so the car was rather warm when I got in. 

"I think a long cold shower is in order when we get home," he said with a wink. 

I was not about to complain. 

When we arrived at the apartment, after sharing our first kiss since the morning and turning on the air conditioning, we went to our separate bedrooms to undress, and soon I heard the water running in the shower. A moment later, I had to giggle when I heard Eric's semi-cry at the temperature of the cold water first hitting his bare skin. "Okay," he said aloud, "maybe a cold shower isn't in the cards!" 

My big brother must have quickly become accustomed to the temperature of the water, because when I finally joined him, I shrieked like a little schoolgirl when the spray first hit me. He laughed, and I tried not to be mad at him as I hid behind him, his sturdy body blocking most of the cold water from reaching me. The water definitely had an effect on me, however, causing my nipples to harden directly into my big brother's back. 

After a few moments of standing behind him, I realized that Eric was in a prime position for something I had not done for him in several weeks: masturbating him in the shower. The cold water on my arms and hands was not so bad, so I had no problem in reaching around him and fondling him, thinking of the last time I had done this when he was backed against the tile wall, holding me close as I had stroked him vigorously and making him orgasm as I kissed him. 

Feeling my big brother's arousal growing and strengthening in my hand was rather heady for me. There was a sense of power, an amazement of sorts that I could produce such a reaction in him. 

"Do you like having your little sister masturbating you?" I asked him in a sexy, taunting voice. "Do you enjoy feeling her hands on you? Do you like having her stroke you like this?" 

"Oh God, yes..." His voice was soft, a little breathy. As I gently kneaded his testicles with one hand, my other hand gave his firming manhood a gentle squeeze, producing a low grunt from him unlike any I had heard from him in the past. Before long, he turned to face the side wall, bracing himself with one hand, and when I turned to again press myself against his backside and thus exposing my left side to the cold spray from the showerhead, his other hand reached back to hook around me in a silent plea for me to remain just like that against him with my hard-tipped breasts pressed into his back. 

Once my big brother's erection was at its full prominence, I used both hands to stroke him, firmly and slowly. "Erica..." he breathed, his hips beginning to move to increase the pleasant sensations. 

"You'll never think of the phrase 'cold shower' the same way ever again," I noted for him, smiling as he groaned in response. With both arms, he braced himself against the wall, his head dipped, and I wondered if he was watching my small hands as they worked him, pleasured him, loved him. 

The waves of power washing over me were almost intoxicating. I had seen more than a few pictures and video clips online of men hurting bound women, and now, suddenly, I understood what the men in those pictures and video clips must feel at having someone vulnerable and completely at their whim and mercy. While Eric was definitely not bound, he was certainly somewhat vulnerable, yet he was allowing me to do as I pleased with him during such a moment. 

"Erica..." he practically moaned. 

"Cum for me," I said softly, my voice hopefully sexy and soothing as I stroked him with a bit more force. "Cum for your little sister. Cum all over the wall..." 

My illicit lover was trembling. His voice was slightly shaky, his breathing noticeably ragged. "Cum for me, big brother," I cajoled. 

I lifted a hand from his meaty manhood, and while continuing to firmly and slowly stroke him, I brought my free hand up to Eric's chest, quickly found a nipple, and pinched it between my fingertips. He groaned from the pain as I increased the force of my fingertips, and then his voice suddenly seemed to cut off, as if it had been severed by an axe. 

A moment later, his voice returned, accompanying the orgasm which made him tremble even more. The tensing of his thighs and his buttocks was particularly noticeable from my position behind him, and I secretly hoped that his eyes were still open, watching as his little sister's hand caused his creamy essence to launch from his tip and splatter against the wall of the shower. 

As the sensations from his release began to fade, I nudged Eric aside and knelt where he had been standing. Like a kitten lapping at a bowl of milk, I lapped at the tile wall, my big brother's water-thinned seed tasting a little different but nonetheless quite satisfying. The cold water continued to chill me, but it was largely neglected as I cleaned the wall selflessly, secretly hoping that I had just given him an experience which none of his previous sexual partners had thought to do for him. 

And then, just as we had turned off the shower, our part of the city lost electricity. I groaned as I thought of potentially spending several hours in a rather warm apartment, but consoled myself with the thought that, unlike when I was at the library, at least I could be naked to help stay as cool as possible. 

We did not remain naked very long, deciding to go out for dinner and do some shopping -- to make use of the free air conditioning at one of the local malls. Yet throughout the drive and the dinner and the shopping, my big brother kept giving me a knowing, appreciative look, and I was certain that, indeed, none of his previous sexual partners had ever licked his seed from a shower wall, and that had me in a good mood for several days. 



Fated Ch. 26



In my bedroom, the unplugged laptop was playing a bunch of slow songs loud enough to be softly heard from the living room, where Eric and I were doing a slow dance. Leaning against him, I felt protected, cherished, loved, honored. It was a great contrast to the storm raging around the complex, the lightning occasionally striking close enough to our apartment that one or both of us would jump as the thunderous sounds shook the floor beneath us. Yet I knew that, in my big brother's care, no harm would come to me. 

Then the unexpected happened, and from having grown up in an area where this was a very real threat for much of the year, we both knew exactly what it meant: 

The city's rarely-used tornado sirens sounded, just barely audible over the intense thunder enveloping the city. 

We wasted no time. Hand-in-hand, we hurried to Eric's bedroom closet and closed the door. Like mine, his closet was the walk-in type with enough room for both of us to huddle comfortably on the floor against the built-in shelving at the back of the closet. We huddled in the darkness, my heartbeat nearly as loud as the thunder shaking the building. My face was buried in his neck as he held me tightly, each of us simply waiting, hoping that the tornado would not reach us. 

"Shit!" I heard him say, and I lifted my head to discover that we could no longer see any light through the tiny space at the base of the closet door. 

This is it, I thought, but if I must die, at least I'll die in my big brother's arms. Somehow, that brought me comfort despite my fear, although I was still concerned that, in death, rescuers would find me topless with my big brother. 

*****

It was nearly 11:30PM when Eric's cell phone rang, waking us both. "Eric here," he said softly, his voice clearly groggy. A pause. "Oh my..." Another pause. "I'll be there at sunrise." 

"What is it?" I asked as he ended the call. 

"The tornado practically destroyed the office building," he said. "I'll need to be there in the morning to help try to find our equipment in the rubble and help start the insurance process." 

"Damn..." I muttered. But the main thing is that the tornado had struck at night, so there would have been virtually no one in the building. 

Reaching for his cell phone again, Eric reset the alarm. 

*****

My place of employment was also affected, not by the tornado itself, fortunately, but by the debris as the tornado had passed very close to main campus. 

I looked up at the main library with sad horror. The once-beautiful brick building clearly showed the signs of multiple impacts by heavy objects, at least some of which lay inert on the ground: a car door, part of a telephone pole, large tree branches. Virtually all the windows had been destroyed, and I was almost certain that the books and other items on the east side of the library were damaged by water. 

Still, the campus in general looked much better than other parts of the city. From the rail line, I had witnessed incredible destruction. Homes and businesses had been demolished. I had seen plenty of overturned vehicles, and not all of them were in the streets. Emergency crews had been seemingly everywhere: police directing traffic, ambulances hurrying between the tornado zone and the various hospitals. There had been two Red Cross vehicles visible, and plenty of helicopters flying overhead. 

Not surprisingly, I was told to go home, that it would be at least a week before the library would be able to open again. "If you can, get out of town for the week," my supervisor told me. "My town was devastated by a tornado about ten years ago, and the next three months were the most depressing time of my life because I had nowhere to go and nothing to do. That was why I came here, because I just had to get away. I suggest you do the same, and by the time you return, things should be almost back to normal here on campus." 

I strolled across campus. The area around the main library had seen the worst impact from the flying debris. Fortunately, all the dorms were on the other side of campus, so the few students living on campus for the summer had all been safe. Still, it was hard to look at everything, hard to see the people in the impacted neighborhoods walking around as if in a daze. It made me remember something a professor had said once about being in Berlin just after Reunification, that it had been incredibly easy to spot those who were originally from East Berlin because they had an aura of gloom and sadness around them, and the same could be said of the residents and business owners of the impacted neighborhoods. 

The tornado had "jumped" at one point, which spared a convenience store I had often frequented when living on campus. The store's owner greeted me with a sad smile, clearly thankful that his store had been spared from any direct damage but clearly distressed nonetheless. 

And, making matters worse for everyone, the heat and the humidity were both incredibly high to add to the collective misery of the city. 

I rode the light rail back to my own neighborhood, once again sadly riveted by the destruction along the way. It was a relief to be back at the apartment complex, but I also felt guilty that others in the city were dealing with such terrible loss of property (and life, as I later learned from the television news) while all my belongings were perfectly safe, and my big brother and I had survived the turbulent evening with no incidents. 

"Hey little sister," Eric said when he called me around lunchtime. "I'm coming home, and I'll be working from home for at least the next month." 

"I figured as much. I'll be home for at least a week as well until the library is officially open again." 

When my big brother arrived, I immediately went to him, and we hugged each other tightly. What we had each witnessed that morning had changed us forever, and, perhaps strangely, had further solidified our forbidden relationship, strengthening our love in ways no one else would ever understand. 



Fated Ch. 27



Over the next few days, my role changed. With Eric working from home, he spent most of his time in his bedroom at the small desk, typing on his laptop, sending and receiving countless e-mails, taking a large number of phone calls on his cell phone. After that first morning, it was clear that he needed an earpiece, and while he had received one for free with his cell phone, he did not like having that cord in the way, so I offered to go buy him a Bluetooth headset. 

As I walked down the street, I came to realize that instead of being "just" a little sister and a live-in girlfriend, I was taking on the role of the dutiful wife, doing whatever she could to make her husband's life a little easier. That thought brought a smile to my lips, and I had to take extra care to wipe the smile from my face before I entered the T-Mobile store. 

I took to my new role eagerly. In part it was to "forget" about the devastation affecting part of the city, and in part because I knew that, more so than at any time since we have moved into the apartment together, my big brother needed me, for his work world had been turned upside down and he was working in rather unique circumstances. He was very appreciative when I returned with the Bluetooth headset, although it had to be plugged in and charged until mid-afternoon before he could actually use it. I had bought lunch for us as well, and although he ate at his desk, there was a genuine thankfulness in the way he brushed my hand as I set the sandwich and drink beside his laptop. That afternoon, I changed into the bikini, and twice came to his bedroom to give his shoulders a brief massage as he fielded yet another call or read through and responded to a report. 

I added a t-shirt and shorts long enough to go to the mailbox, but once back in the apartment, I was only wearing the bikini again, as was the case when Eric finally emerged from his bedroom at what would normally be the end of the day for him. He stretched, the base of his t-shirt rising up to reveal a little skin, and then he joined me on the futon, cuddling with me as I flipped through the cable channels. 

"Thank you," he said softly and unexpectedly, giving me a gentle squeeze. 

"'Thank you?'" 

"Yeah..." He gave me another soft squeeze. "Thanks for making today somewhat bearable for me. I feel like I'm out of my element without a true office." 

That I could understand. I also felt a little out of my element for not being in the library, although in my case, without an open and fully-functioning library, I had no work to do. 

"Look on the bright side," I said, stroking my big brother's chest. "At least until I have to head back to the library, you'll have me here to take care of your needs as you work." 

"There is that," he admitted. "There definitely is that..." 

We finally turned off the television and simply basked in the comfortable silence for a while. 

"I know a way to really help you through the day," I finally said as an idea came to mind. 

"What's that?" he asked. 

"It's a surprise. You'll find out sometime tomorrow." 

"Okay." 

*****

It was mid-afternoon and I was again wearing the bikini when I stepped into Eric's bedroom. Once again, he was sitting at the desk, typing notes on his laptop as he wrapped up a client call. I went and sat on his bed, waiting patiently, ready to put my idea into action. 

Once I saw his hand rise up to press the button on his Bluetooth headset and end the call, I rose from the bed and approached as he swiveled in his chair to face me. His eyes roamed me appreciatively, caressing me and fondling me as I stepped toward him. When he spread his arms and his legs, I eagerly allowed myself to be entrapped, kissing the top of his head as he kissed me between my breasts and then turned his head to listen to the sound of my heart beating solely for him. 

The sound of his New E-mail alert startled us both, and Eric reluctantly released me, but I was not yet done, for I intended to enact my plan. Before he could turn his chair back to the laptop, I stopped him and dropped to my hands and knees. "What are you doing?" he asked, a tone of amusement in his voice, and then he made a sound of understanding as I backed into position beneath his desk. 

I looked up and tried to give my big brother my best sultry smile as he turned to face me. Cautiously due to the relative lack of space, he slid his feet to either side of me, leaving me very little room in which to move. 

Eric was wearing his shorts, which allowed me to caress his bare legs, and our eyes locked until I noticed the growing indentation forming in his shorts. Running a hand up over the denim, I gently stroked the enlarging bulge, already able to feel its heat and his gentle shudder at my illicit touch. 

"Just enjoy," I whispered, using both hands to unzip his shorts. 

Society would never understand why I was in this position, why I was wearing a bikini and kneeling between my big brother's legs and withdrawing his prominent erection from the confines of underwear and shorts. Society would never condone the gentle licks on my tongue or the stretching of my lips around his girth. Society would think that I had gone insane or that I had actually been forced into taking my big brother into my mouth, yet the only force was my own will: a will to help the one person I truly loved to feel a little better in this strange and tumultuous time. 

His heavy breaths and his tightening grip of my head alerted me that his orgasm was close, and even though I felt the surge rocketing along his thick length, I was unprepared, unable to swallow it all, leaving a minor mess on him and on my hand, but I dutifully cleaned us both with my tongue, my ears trained on his moans of post-orgasmic bliss, and even after I had tucked his manhood back into his shorts and had raised the zipper, I remained under his desk, resting my head against his left thigh as he patted my head and tried to find words to express the appreciation and the love communicated by his eyes. 

I finally looked up at my big brother, wishing I could see myself from his eyes: the little sister wearing a bikini and purposely kneeling between his legs and underneath his desk, a line of his dried semen noticeable at the left corner of her smiling mouth. 

"You'd better go," he finally said softly, sliding his chair back so that I could crawl out from underneath the desk. My knees and lower back protested at having been in the same position for too long without moving, and I grimaced slightly from the pain, but I would gladly have endured that again for him -- that and more, just to witness his expression of appreciation and love, just to know that I had eased his mind a little in what were clearly odd times for him. 

And so, that became a ritual of sorts. For a week, each day in mid-afternoon, I would crawl underneath my big brother's desk and practice my fellatio skills. The only aspect which was different was that after the first time, I was always naked, but neither of us minded the difference, and although we never spoke about it, I would say that my nudity during the ritual added to the power of the moment. 



Fated Ch. 28



What did surprise me in a way about Eric needing to work from home every day was what happened at night. After the first few days, he could no longer stand to be in his own bedroom when he was not working. In hindsight, it made sense -- after all, after spending eight, nine, ten hours or more at the office, everyone is in a hurry to get out. 

The problem arose on the third night of his working from home. The first two nights, we had slept in my bed. But on the third night, he was fidgety. He held me as usual, but he just could not sleep. After about two hours, we finally gave up, and moved to my bedroom. Within three minutes, he was asleep in my bed as I gently caressed him before slipping into slumber with him. 

The weekend came, and Eric did do a little work in his bedroom on Saturday. But that night, again, he just could not sleep, and again we moved to my bedroom. 

Sunday afternoon, for no apparent reason, we were both quite horny. Without thinking about it, I took him by the hand and led him toward his bedroom, just because it was closer, but he stopped, and almost had an expression of fear in his eyes. 

That was when I finally realized what was at issue. His bedroom was no longer his place. It had become his office: the place where he slaved away his days. No longer was his own bedroom a place of rest and relaxation and lovemaking. 

While the sexual mood had been broken, a new idea was born. By dinnertime, Eric's bedroom had been rearranged so that my desk could fit into it as well, making his bedroom a home office instead, a place where I could also dedicate myself to studying once my sophomore year of university finally began. Space in the new home office was cramped, but that was an issue we were both more than willing to live with to give him a greater peace of mind. 

It also meant something rather significant: We would always be sleeping in my bed. Granted, we had slept together in the same bed -- either his or mine -- every night since our furniture had arrived, but there was something significant, something almost overwhelming, about my big brother always sleeping with me in my bed, and I wanted to do something to make it a memorable night for us, but especially for him. 

As I made dinner (and once again felt like a wife), my mind was churning, trying to think of something to make the evening memorable. And then I realized that I was simply thinking too hard, that I needed to keep things simple. 

"After dinner," I said as I set the table, "how about a nice long hot bubble bath?" 

Eric looked at me blankly, almost as if he could not believe that I had just suggested a nice long hot bubble bath. But then he smiled, his eyes softening. "Sure," he agreed. "That would be great." 

I believe he was expecting me to join him for the nice long hot bubble bath, but I had a different plan. 

I ran the bath, watching as the bubbles formed, breathing deeply as the strawberry scent filled the bathroom. When my big brother finally entered the bathroom, he was already naked, and he paused to close his eyes and inhale the fruity scent. A smile spread across his lips, and I knew that this was the right idea. 

As I had for much of the day, I wore only my thong and shorts, and I am almost certain that Eric expected me to undress for him. Instead, after sharing a brief kiss and hug, I turned off the water and motioned for him to step into the mass of pinkish-white bubbles. "Don't worry," I assured him, "the girly scent will be gone by morning." Fortunately, he smiled at my semi-joke. 

Once Eric was settled in the bathtub, I retreated to the living room, finding the book he had been reading earlier and returning to hand it to him. "Read a bit," I said. "Relax. Unwind. Lose yourself in the book. I'll take care of you afterward." 

He seemed genuinely disappointed that I was leaving him in the bathtub alone, but my big brother simply nodded, and I heard him opening the book as I left the bathroom. 

In my bedroom, I opened iTunes on my laptop and selected some classical music, turning up the volume loud enough to be softly heard in the bathtub. Then I continued my plan, finding the new bottle of herbal-scented massage oil and the pillar candles I had bought recently for just such an occasion. 

I spent some time on my bed, reading my own book, losing myself in the tale of magic and swordplay, and when I finally finished the book, the daylight was fading quickly. I lit the candles, readied the massage oil and the hand towel, and then returned to the bathroom. 

Eric had set the book aside and was leaning back in the bathtub, the bubbles mostly having evaporated. On hearing me enter, his eyes opened slightly, and he smiled at seeing me still topless. When I sat on the edge of the bathtub, he placed a wet hand on my thigh and scratched my leg gently, loving me with his eyes. 

"How do you feel?" I asked quietly. 

He smiled. "More relaxed than I would have expected," he admitted. "I never would've thought of this, even though I know you like to take a bubble bath on occasion." 

"Just think of me as the dutiful wife," I said, "trying to make her husband's life a little easier." 

We shared a knowing smile and held hands for a moment. The bubbles and the strawberry scent had mostly dissipated, but the love was still flourishing. 

"Ready for Part II?" I asked. Soon I was drying him, taking my time -- not to ensure he was truly dry, but to give all of him my full attention. As I knelt before my big brother to dry his legs and his feet, he was certainly giving me his full attention, and I had to resist the urge to grasp his growing manhood and guide it into my willing mouth. 

Instead, with my forbidden lover fully dried, I set the towel aside and kissed my way up his body until I was standing before him and kissing his lips. He held me close and enveloped me with his love, which was a very good sign that my plan was indeed working. 

Eventually, I took my big brother by the hand and guided him back into my bedroom, gesturing to my bed. He stretched out on his back, watching me as I stepped back from the bed, the candlelight providing the only illumination once I turned off the bathroom light. 

Slowly, as seductively as I knew how, I unbuttoned, unzipped, and removed my shorts. I was thrilled to see my big brother licking his lips, his forbidden phallus growing with his arousal. I tried to imagine what he must have been feeling at that moment, what he must have been thinking as I stood just outside the reach of his outstretched arm, pointedly ignoring his gesture as my eyes grazed over his nudity, as my gaze stroked him to heighten his desire. 

Yet, almost certainly to his chagrin, the thong was not removed. Instead, I turned, purposely bending over as I retrieved the hand towel and the massage oil from atop my dresser. As I returned to him, his eyes showed that he clearly knew what was about to happen, even though it meant a continual denial of what he wanted. 

...or rather, a denial of who he wanted: me. 

As the music played, I took my time, adding oil and massaging it into each part of his anatomy, but purposely avoiding the long, thick, pulsing anatomy which stretched up to his navel. I was not paying attention, but I believe that five songs must have played in their entirety before I finally added a thin line of herbal-scented oil along my big brother's hearty manhood. 

He shuddered as I finally took his sex in my hands. Continuing to work slowly and purposefully, I stroked the oil into his most sensual flesh, enjoying how he pulsed within my hands and how his breathing changed as I continued to touch him. 

"You're naked on your little sister's bed," I teased him softly, "and she's almost entirely naked as well, stroking you slowly, taking her time... You must really be enjoying this..." 

"I am..." Eric whispered. 

"Good." For a long time, I continued stroking my big brother, occasionally adding more oil. And then, at last, I closed the bottle and wiped my hands on the towel, smiling down upon him as he lay there, almost pleading with his eyes, pleading for a release. Setting the oil and the towel on the floor, I stretched out beside him, cuddling with him. 

"What would you do," I asked quietly, "if you little sister wanted you to cum on her?" 

His response was simply to squeeze me, his erection still quite prominent between us. 

"Straddle me," I whispered into his ear, and a moment later, my big brother was straddling my chest, one hand bracing himself against the headboard of the bed, the other hand stroking himself. 

I closed my eyes and waited. I did not need to wait long before lines of white adorned my face and my neck. The masculine groans accompanying my big brother's release were beautiful, and for just a moment, I could have sworn that my heart would leap from my chest to join with his. 

Eric was soon asleep on my bed. As I extinguished the candles, I watched him fondly, certain that he would indeed remember this night for a long time to come. I did not bother to wash my face and my neck before I returned to the bed, for it felt so right, so perfect, so fated to wear my big brother's love as I fell asleep in his protective arms.



Fated Ch. 29



The return to the library was the first time I had seen the tornado-ravaged area of the city since the day after the dreaded event. Without all the emergency vehicles, the sights were almost bearable, although a week after the destruction had taken place, there were still people clearly in shock, unable to comprehend what had happened to their businesses and their homes. 

The library looked almost normal when I arrived. There was still an atmosphere of disbelief, however, which was particularly pressing when on the east side of the library, for there had been a number of books and even some artwork on the east side of each floor which had been damaged, and not seeing those books and artworks in their usual places made the library seem eerie, almost creepy. 

Fortunately, almost everything within the library was back to normal in terms of daily operations. The number of patrons was severely lacking, however, likely because most of them did not expect the library to be open again yet, so by Noon, some of the staff was sent home, including me. I could have stayed, but since I was living with my big brother and he was making enough money that in reality I really did not need to work, I volunteered to leave so that someone who needed the hours more than I did could get the hours and thus the income. 

But, I did not want to go home quite yet. Instead, I had lunch at Quiznos and took a bus to a nearby mall. It was nice to be inside the large air-conditioned building, and there were not too many people there despite being a midsummer afternoon in an overly-hot city. I had no true objective -- I simply strolled from store to store, browsing, admiring the various clothes, wishing I had the breasts to support wearing a particularly low-cut dress, trying a perfume, checking what was available in a discount DVD bin, perusing the bookstore. 

...finding a new bikini. 

Since July 4 had already passed, the American Flag bikini was on sale. At first, I almost walked past it, as the mannequin modeling it was definitely far bustier than me, but I liked the design and the fact that there were strings at the back of the neck, at the mid-back, at the hips, and a purely-decorative knot between the breasts. I returned to that particular rack before leaving the store and was amazed to find one in my sizes. 

I was torn. I liked it, and there was both a bottom and especially a top in sizes which would fit me and hopefully flatter me. I thought of the reasons why I should not buy the bikini, but then I thought of a significant reason why I should: 

Eric. 

Twenty minutes later, I was in a stall in a mall restroom, taking off my bra and thong to replace them with the bikini. I had to resist the urge to step out of the stall long enough to admire myself in the mirror over the sinks, and quickly added the t-shirt and skirt and sandals again. Just wearing the bikini made me feel better, and I stepped out of the restroom with a smile on my face, which seemed to cause the old woman entering the restroom to wonder about my sanity. 

When I returned to the apartment, I heard Eric talking on his cell phone again, and it sounded like yet another client call. I went straight to our bedroom to undress, but as soon as I had slipped off the sandals, I thought against it. 

I listened intently, and soon it sounded like the client call was about to end, since Eric was asking about someone's upcoming vacation plans. That was when I made my move. 

Seemingly a heartbeat later, I leaned against the doorjamb between the living room and the home office. While the client was clearly speaking into Eric's ear, my big brother smiled warmly upon seeing me, apparently not noticing that anything was different about me. 

Good. 

Just as he asked the client another question about Italy, I stood erect and reached for the base of my t-shirt. Watching and listening to my big brother try to maintain his verbal composure as I slowly revealed the patriotic bikini bra was somewhat amusing, especially when his face began to redden. 

By the time I wore only the bikini, Eric was clearly trying to end the small talk and end the call. Apparently, the client was quite content to talk about Italy. 

I danced to music in my head, my arms stretched above me as I turned slowly in place, swaying in a manner which almost certainly made the bows at my hips appear more prominent. With my back to my forbidden lover, I lowered my hands to my chest, untying the bow between my breasts, then holding the cups of the bikini bra to my breasts as I turned to face my big brother once again. 

The bulge in his shorts was unmistakable. His blush was fading, and there was an expression of determination in his eyes. With a quick gesture, he indicated the bed, and I made my way across the office, keeping a watchful eye upon him. When he bent his left hand forward to form an "L" shape, I was confused for a moment until I realized that he wanted me to bend over the edge of the bed. With a smile, I eagerly complied, my smile widening to a grin as I heard him stand and approach me. 

"Okay. Thanks, Cheryl," I heard him say, "and I guess I'll chat with you in about two weeks. Enjoy the cruise." 

Almost as soon as he had ended the call, I heard the zipper being opened swiftly. "You seductive little minx..." I was playfully chastised, and almost immediately, I felt the crotch of the bikini panty being pulled aside. 

Never before had Eric barged his way into me so quickly. My body was not quite ready for that level of brutality, and I cried into the bed at his lustful violence. I was definitely fucked, clawing at the bed, trying to be quiet but probably not particularly successful as my big brother's forceful thrusts hurt me even while pleasuring me. 

It did not last long. It was a true quickie, lasting just long enough for him to attain his masculine pleasure. 

I had been used. For the first time, Eric had truly not cared about my pleasure, about ensuring that my body was truly ready for a vigorous fucking. Yet, unlike my first sexual experience not quite one year previous, I did not feel terrible about it at all -- in fact, the uncaring quickie made me feel strangely proud: proud that my big brother would want me so badly that he would revert to a primal state and uncaringly rut into me and fill me with his seed just because he was male and I was female and available. 

Eric's care and love and protectiveness, however, was prominently on display as he held me afterward. He cherished me, his actions the polar opposite of what had happened just moments earlier. 

"I'd been thinking about you all day," he finally admitted, punctuating his statement with a deep, lingering kiss. "But I guess the break's over. Time for me to get back to work for another hour or so." 

"Okay," I lamented. 

Twenty minutes later, I heard Eric on the phone once again, this time speaking with one of his bosses. I wore only the bikini panty, and very nearly walked back into the home office to give him a repeat performance, but I knew that, while some distraction was good and essentially harmless, too much would annoy him, and I had already given him enough of a distraction for one day. 



Fated Ch. 30



After a bit of a reprieve, the oppressive heat wave returned, coupled with sustained record-breaking humidity. Once again, rolling brownouts and blackouts were announced as being possibilities, and Eric and I were both concerned, because if he lost Internet access, he essentially could not work. Such a situation would not be too bad if it only lasted maybe an hour or so, but much more than that and it would greatly impact his productivity. 

"Why don't you work at the library?" I suggested one evening over dinner. "We've been assured that the back-up power supply has been repaired and a critical part replaced, so that the library can still be fully up and running for four hours if we lose electricity." 

Eric clearly was considering that as he ate. "I suppose that would work. Will I need to do anything special though to get Internet access?" 

"There's free Wi-Fi in the main lobby, but since you'll be on the phone a lot, you should be able to use my network login info and be connected in one of the private study rooms. In fact, the top floor is rarely ever used, so that would be the best place for you to be so that no one would bother you." 

"No one but you, right?" 

I shared his grin. 

As if on cue, the electricity suddenly went out, but came back on a few seconds later, as if giving us all a warning. 

*****

One of the nice things that Eric did like about working from home was that he could wear comfortable clothes. There was no need to wear a tie or dress shoes. He did not need to wear long sleeves and slacks during the oppressive heat wave. Instead, he could wear shorts and a t-shirt... if he even wore that much. 

However, since he was planning on working at the university library, he dressed comfortably yet respectably, wearing sandals, shorts, and a nice short-sleeve shirt. In fact, he reminded me somewhat of some of the grad students, especially carrying his laptop in the shoulder bag. 

On arrival at the library, I alerted my supervisor about my big brother's plan to work there for the day, and possibly over the next few days as well until the heat wave abated, and she was fine with that. In fact, she even gave Eric a special username and password for the network -- until that moment, I had not known that the library had a set of rotating network logins for single-day usage, although they were really intended to be used by non-campus people doing presentations in the library's meeting rooms. 

After clocking in, I went with my big brother up to the top floor, and we went directly to the private study room the furthest away from the stairwell and the elevators. I spent a few more minutes with him as he set up the laptop and ensured that he could access the network, then gave his cheek a quick kiss, intending to return downstairs. 

Before I could reach the door, however, Eric stopped me. From behind, he wrapped his arms around me, his hands on my breasts, squeezing, fondling. I froze, for I was in plain view of the window -- if someone else was indeed on the same floor, I would be very easily seen, and while I did not mind that my big brother was feeling me, I did not want anyone else to know that he was more than just a big brother to me. Fortunately, his manipulation of my chest only lasted a few seconds, before he released my breasts and kissed the top of my head, but it was enough to make me want to spend the day with him, just sitting at the table and watching and listening to him work, and it took all my willpower to give his hand a quick squeeze before I left him to his duties while I went to fulfill mine. 

At lunchtime, we ate in the shade of the same tree where I had so often eaten lunch on my own. Instead of talking via cell phone with my big brother, he sat next to me, his laptop bag prominent between us as if to reassure anyone passing by that he and I were "just" big brother and little sister. As we ate and chatted, however, I noticed several women and even one guy eyeing Eric with obvious interest, and I truly felt honored just to be in his presence and on the periphery of such positive attention. 

In time, however, Eric had to go back upstairs, back to the private study room. Again, I accompanied him, and again, before I left, he felt me, this time by backing me against the wall, trapping me there, gazing deep into my eyes and even deeper into my soul as his hands massaged my breasts and moistened my thong. 

"Please..." I whispered, wondering if my big brother could feel the hardness of my nipples through the bra and the blouse I wore that day. 

"Maybe later," he taunted, giving each breast a final, harder squeeze as he kissed my lips. 

The afternoon dragged on until, finally, my shift had ended. After clocking out, I headed back upstairs to the study room, finding Eric was leaning back in his chair, his fingers interlaced behind his head, a smile spreading across his lips as I entered the small room. Most interestingly, however, he had moved his chair to the one corner which could not be seen from the window if the door was closed. 

...so I closed the door behind me, and when he patted his thigh, I eagerly sat in his lap. 

For a long time, Eric simply held me as we kissed. Except for the fact that we were kissing and that it was his little sister sitting in his lap, we would have appeared just like any other young couple in love. 

Unfortunately, his cell phone rang to break the contentment. I stood and stepped back as Eric reached up to activate the Bluetooth headset, and I sat and listened as he engaged in banter with a colleague. 

As their conversation lengthened, my mind concocted a scenario in which I was straddling my big brother's lap, the crotch of my thong nudged aside as he impaled me. In my mind, I slowly rocked back and forth, my hands cradling his face to my open blouse and his lips kissing my breasts above and through the cups of my bra. 

As the conversation shifted to what it was like to be working in the campus library instead of in an actual office, my thoughts shifted as well, back to when Eric and I had both been home for the week immediately following the ravaging of the city. I thought of the times I had been naked underneath his desk, pleasuring him with my hands and with my mouth between his client calls, avidly swallowing his illicit seed as he groaned and growled with his release... 

His phone call came to an end, and he looked at his watch. "Let's go," he said. "Dinner on the way home?" 

"Certainly," I agreed. "Thai?" 

"Sounds good." 

We hugged briefly one last time before Eric began to pack his laptop and his notes, and soon we were heading downstairs, then outside, crossing the campus to the parking lots. Given how a teenage girl on a skateboard looked at us strangely, I am almost positive that Eric and I were walking closer together than usual, but that may have been because I was still envisioning myself swallowing his desire. 

Once in the car, I could at least touch my big brother again, gently gracing the inside of his right thigh with my fingernails. It was enough for the moment, but I knew that once we returned to the apartment, I would be swallowing his desire for real -- hopefully while underneath his desk.



Fated Ch. 31



"Great news!" Eric called out as I entered the apartment. He came out of our home office and met me in the living room, seizing me in a bear hug, obviously giddy with excitement. I purposely remained silent, allowing myself to be lovingly crushed as I basked in his enthusiasm. 

"We've found a new office location," he said finally as he released me, "and it's right next to the university!" 

It was my turn to be giddy and excited and enthusiastic. 

*****

Saturday morning, Eric and I went to see what would be his company's new office. As we drove, I kept thinking just how wonderful it would be to have him working literally across the street from main campus. Potentially, it meant that once his company had moved into their new location, I could have lunch with my big brother on a (hopefully) regular basis. 

The energy in the car was almost electrifying, even as we drove through the area which had been ravaged by the tornado. Even as we drove past his former office building, our outlook remained positive despite the destruction still plainly evident around us. 

When we arrived at the new office building, I was impressed. This was the same building which had just opened a few months earlier. I had not realized that this was the address in question. It was a tall building -- at least fifteen stories tall and sporting multiple communications towers on its roof -- with a blue and black mirror-like façade. Already, most of the space building had been leased; my big brother's company was scheduled to sign a lease on Monday. 

As we stepped out of the car, I felt underdressed. Even though Eric was wearing a Ghost in the Shell t-shirt, shorts, and sandals, I somehow felt underdressed for being at an office building. But no one seemed to mind as we went inside and spoke briefly with the security guard and waited for the elevator with several strangers. 

We arrived soon at the eighth floor. One door was open, and Eric led the way into his company's new office. 

Without any furniture, it was a wide open space which appeared quite vast. It was evident where the cubicles would be placed, and the reception area and the break room were also prominent in the design of the office. There were also conference rooms and individual offices along the three windowed walls. 

"Eric! How do you like it?" 

"It's great, Greg! It's definitely a step up for us in size and image." 

I was quickly introduced to one of Eric's colleagues. "Eric's spoken about you before. I understand you're a student across the street." 

"Yes, Sir," I acknowledged, purposely being polite even though Greg was clearly younger than my big brother. 

"Beautiful and overly polite," Greg noted with a wink at my big brother. "I can see why you like her!" 

While I tried not to show it, I was genuinely touched -- it had been a long time since someone other than Eric had called me "beautiful" and had not meant it in a sarcastic manner. 

"You're actually the first of the office-holders to be here," Greg said, "so you get your pick of the offices. The ones along that end are for the C-levels, but the other window offices are wide open. Pick one and it's yours. Just let me know and I'll make a note of it." 

I stayed rather close to Eric as we perused the available offices. We quietly discussed the pros and cons of each: location, view, built-in whiteboard, where his desk would be positioned, and the like. In the end, Eric selected an office with a nice view of the university and a small whiteboard. It would be a small office, but there would be enough room for him to have a moderate-sized L-shape desk and two chairs for any guests. 

While Eric returned to the main area to chat with Greg and another colleague who had come to visit the new location, I stood at the window of what would soon be his new office, looking out at the university. He would have a nice view of Main Commons, where there were currently a few people biking or jogging before the temperature became too hot. For a moment, I envisioned him sitting at his desk, looking out the window and seeing me, watching me from above as I strolled along sensing his eyes upon me, undressing me from his private lookout while I mixed with the general public on the way to a class... 

"It's done," Eric announced as he returned to me. "This will be my office, and I hope to occasionally look out across the university and see you." 

Once again, we had the same general thought. I simply smiled at him and returned my gaze to Main Commons, knowing that, whenever possible, I would pass through that area once my big brother was fully installed in his new office. 

When we left the office building, we did not go to the car. Instead, we kept walking, strolling together around the university, ultimately coming to Main Commons and pausing by the fountain at its center. Looking up, we spotted the floor where his office would be located, but behind the black-tinted glass, it was impossible to determine exactly where on the eighth floor his office was located. 

"I guess I should consult my class schedule when we get home," I said, "so we can figure out commuting plans. It would be great if we could car pool to and from work and campus." 

"Very true. Besides, I liked having you as a companion during rush hour traffic in the mornings before the tornado hit. Just chatting with you in the car made the traffic much more bearable, and being able to spend even more time with you is always wonderful." 

I smiled, feeling my heart swelling within my chest. 

"Let's go," my big brother said, referring to our errands for the day. 

Although we spent much of the day doing very mundane things, I was happy, for my big brother would be beside me at home, and almost beside me when I was on campus and he was at work. How could a loving little sister not be happy about that? 



Fated Ch. 32



After a final shudder, I slowly rose, my big brother's arousal slipping from me with a soft sound. I moaned sadly into his mouth at having lost that most intimate and sacred contact, but I turned and moved to the window, closing the blinds as I waved and smiled at the small gathering watching appreciatively from the nearby bus stop...

Leaning against a wall of the pool, I finally opened my eyes as Eric swam back toward me. Stopping and standing beside me, he was breathing a bit hard from his half-dozen laps, yet his eyes gazed into my soul as he attempted to catch his breath. 

"Good swim?" I asked, and he only nodded, his eyes still burrowing into my psyche. I wanted to reach out to him, to touch him, to hold him against me, but I knew that it was not a possibility, not in the middle of the apartment complex. 

"Is there a reason your nipples are hard?" he finally asked. Only then was I consciously aware of the twin points upon my breasts, even though they were submerged. Eric had not touched me, which meant that either they were prominent even when underwater, or he just knew me too damn well for my own good. 

"Take me," I whispered, trying to keep my voice soft and my body language as mundane as possible. "Do it where someone could see..." 

His eyes narrowed, and a smile spread across his face. I could almost see multiple scenarios whirling behind Eric's eyes. 

Over an hour later, we were strolling along a hiking trail in a large county park outside the city. The tall trees provided plenty of shade along the trail, and the benches allowed plenty of places to stop and rest, which also meant plenty of people to potentially spot us. 

My heart was already beating rather hard in my chest, and I was almost certain that if I were to stand absolutely still and look down, I would see the front of my tank top quivering from my heartbeat. While I tried to simply enjoy the sounds and the scents of Nature, my mind was constantly distracted by the reason Eric and I were in the park, especially whenever I saw him glancing back behind us. 

Finally, we were essentially alone on the trail. Neither in front of us nor behind us did we see or hear anyone along the trail. That was when my big brother suddenly grabbed my hand and darted to the right with me in tow. 

I do not know just how far we were from the trail. I only know that my mind was clouded with an inexplicable desire -- almost a need -- to have my big brother inside me in public. I simply followed him, wondering what was going through his mind as his head turned from side to side, his eyes searching for something. 

More than anything else, I sensed his success. He meandered to the left to an area of semi-hard ground devoid of grass. "Here," he whispered, coming to a stop and instantly pulling me against him." 

His calculating mind had been churning for a while. Finally at our destination, his mind began to turn to other thoughts, and I felt the result of his mental shift begin to grow against me. We kissed, a hand sliding between us and settling on my right breast, engulfing that particular swell as he squeezed gently, swallowing my soft whimper of happiness. 

So far, so good. A young couple somewhat off the trail, semi-hidden by the many tree trunks and the underbrush would not be too unusual. In fact, on our previous visit to this park, we had seen exactly that: a pair of university students, both of whom I had seen in the main library on occasion during the summer, had been doing just this, only at a more advanced stage, for her hand had been down the front of his shorts as his hands had both disappeared up the front of her top to manipulate her large breasts as they were kissing. 

Soon, Eric and I were at that more advanced stage. I had unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts and unbuckled his belt, my fingertips gently teasing the leaking head of his prominent erection as it poked up from within his underwear. He had a hand on each breast, between tank top and bra, squeezing and caressing, almost definitely able to feel the hard tips trying to break through the cups of my bra. The kiss we shared was growing in intensity, lingering and deepening, and I felt myself being nudged backward until I was backed against a thick tree... 

When the kiss ended, I was breathless and slightly dizzy. I was wet, and I needed to be touched or licked or probed between my legs. Yet my big brother stepped back, breaking all tactile contact with me, and pushed down his shorts and his underwear together, freeing his stiffened arousal. 

He did not need to instruct me. Seemingly in slow motion, I descended to my knees before my big brother, looking up at his adoring eyes. I was still fully dressed, but I felt extremely exposed by his gaze, for he knew me almost better than I knew myself, and the semi-public locale only heightened my exposure, my feeling of vulnerability. 

As I grasped his thick shaft between my fingertips and gently suckled his lubricated tip, I stepped outside myself. For just a moment, I saw a young couple in the woods, him partially undressed and fully erect, her kneeling before him and beginning to ingest him. 

Closing my eyes, my world narrowed to the man before me. No longer did I feel the slight breeze upon my bare arms and legs. No longer did I hear the sounds of the birds in the trees around us. No longer did I smell the slow decay of fallen leaves and branches. I could only smell my big brother's natural musk, and I could only taste his sweet affection. 

My knees began to ache, yet still I focused solely upon his pleasure. My body was definitely dripping with lust, yet still I did not attempt to touch myself. Only when my head was finally nudged away did I begin to think of my own carnal need, and when Eric knelt in front of me and began to undress me, I knew that my need was soon to be met. 

My body was teased. With my shorts and my thong still unfortunately being worn, I was topless on the ground, one breast squeezed and the other breast nibbled. Closing my eyes, I could focus much better on the sensations being stirred within my sisterly body, and just as I moaned softly and arched my back to try forcing more of my breast into my forbidden lover's mouth, I heard voices approaching. 

I was topless, laying in the dirt with my chest being fondled and consumed by a man who looked so much like me that it was evident that we were indeed related by blood. 

The masterful mouth lifted from me. "Is this what you wanted?" he taunted me, whispering. The voices on the trail continued to grow louder as a trio of people -- two males and one female -- approached. Opening my eyes again, I turned my head toward the trail, and through the underbrush, I could see first one, then two, then three sets of bare legs. 

I was suddenly kissed with an incredible fury which I wholeheartedly returned. My shorts were unbuttoned and unzipped rather quickly, and only then did my big brother lift his head away as he began pulling the denim down my thighs, past my knees, and pulled off my sandals with a fierce determination before finally removing the shorts and leaving me clad in only a moistened purple thong. Yet, as loud as the removal of sandals and shoes had been to my ears, the trio on the trail apparently had not heard what was taking place in the underbrush, and when I turned to look for them again, through the underbrush, I saw the three pairs of bare legs continuing along, the legs' owners clearly having not heard anything unusual off to the side of the trail. 

"Maybe the next person to come along the trail will see us," Eric taunted me, "or perhaps at least hear me fucking you." 

I returned my attention to my big brother, almost amazed at how prominent and powerful his desire was as it jutted forward. Rapidly, my thighs were spread, and I gasped despite myself, despite knowing that my plea in the pool was about to come true. 

"Tsk tsk. You'd better be quieter than that unless you want us to get caught!" 

He did not make it easy to remain quiet. Eric repeatedly beat my clitoris with his solid manhood, the shockwaves coursing through me and seeming to collect in my throat, and I knew that if he did not relent, it would be only a matter of time until I would no longer be able to contain my voice. 

As he pulled aside the crotch of my thong and positioned himself to enter me, I seized my big brother, my fingernails inadvertently digging into his back and, judging by the grimace which suddenly formed upon his face, hurting him despite the clothes he still wore. Perhaps it was the pain which caused him to thrust so hard and so deeply into my body -- I only know that I did emit a bit of a squeak before finally gaining control of my voice, my teeth clenched and practically grinding against each other as my big brother began to grind himself against my clitoris. 

"Oh my goodness..." I breathed. The pleasure and the love shot through me as if I was being repeatedly struck by lightning. I held him tightly, as if I was trying not to drown and he was my only means of staying alive. When he at last stilled himself, he was fully sheathed within me, his weight practically balanced on my sensitive clitoris, my body trembling as I clutched at him desperately. 

...and I heard a pair of voices along the trail. 

Slowly, my big brother backed out of me, then just as slowly pressed into me again. I think my eyes rolled back in my head, and suddenly I was moaning into his mouth. We made love there in the open, not very far from the trail, but if the passersby saw or heard us, they did not seem to make any such indications. 

When I could no longer hear anyone along the trail, Eric lifted his lips away, seeming to take my breath with him. "Satisfied?" he asked softly. 

I was torn. We had twice escaped discovery, and I was not particularly keen to tempt fate a third time. Yet I was immensely enjoying the thrill of being sexual in the open with my forbidden lover, the thrill of potentially being seen by complete strangers. 

"Let's go," Eric whispered, stroking my cheek before kissing the tip of my nose. Perhaps my indecision was plainly written on my face. Perhaps he simply knew what was better for us. Nonetheless, he had decided, and as we quietly got dressed again, as my hormones began to slow and simmer, I realized that he was right, that tempting fate a third time might not be a wise decision. 

Our clothes were a little dirty, so we brushed each other off as best as we could, keeping a thick tree trunk between us and the trail. Then Eric held me close, listening to the activity on the trail. When he felt it was safe, he took my hand and guided me back to the trail, where the tactile contact was lost. 

We meandered back to the car, and then continued home. When we finished what had begun in the park, it was just not the same being safely shielded by four walls and closed blinds. That does not mean that giving myself to my big brother on the floor of our bedroom was any less significant -- it was simply different, although the love I felt enveloping me and surging into me was just as heartfelt as ever. 



Fated Ch. 33



Certainly, there must have been sexual activity taking place almost every day in an apartment complex of such size as ours. It was strange, though, after having spent two semesters living in the dorms, that I had not heard the sounds of sex coming through the walls or the windows since we had moved into the apartment. 

I commented on that one morning as Eric and I both tried to ignore the alarm clock radio. 

"Well, you know what it was like where I lived before," he said, and he was right. His former residence was not on a university campus, but it was indeed close enough -- and cheap enough -- that many students lived at his apartment building, and whenever I had visited, at least once I would hear the sounds of people having sex. The last time I had been there, I had even seen a flyer posted advertising an open BYOB orgy for that night, and even though Eric's apartment had been on the opposite end of the building, the cries and the bellows were plainly heard as we both tried to pretend that such sounds were not arousing. 

At that time, my big brother and I had not been lovers. 

On this particular morning, laying naked next to each other and trading gentle caresses, we very much were fated lovers. We were procrastinating fated lovers, as neither of us really wanted to get out of bed yet to begin the day, but we were fated lovers nonetheless. 

Perhaps it was because of that early-morning listening-to-the-day's-first-traffic-report conversation that Eric decided to drop me off at the university that morning, and once we were in the car using "that" playlist on his iPod. Needless to say, by the time we arrived on campus, I was horny, and his patting the inside of my left thigh just underneath the hem of my skirt did not help. 

Throughout the morning, at seemingly-random moments, I could have sworn that I heard the sounds of sex in the library. It could have been a single gasp, it could have been a single slamming of two bodies, it could have been a whispered plea, it could have been a possessive growl, it could have been the protest of a bed... Single sounds seemed to waft through the library that morning, keeping me in a near-constant state of arousal. When Kathy tapped my shoulder at one point to get my attention, even that simple touch seemed somehow sexual. 

Sitting underneath the usual tree at lunchtime, I called my big brother. "I think I hate you right now," I nearly growled into the phone. "You've got me all horny and worked up and I can't do anything about it right now." 

"In that case, I'll pick you up today." 

"Huh?" 

"Incoming call. Boss. I'll pick you up." And he hung up. 

*****

With about 45 minutes left in my shift for the day, I looked up from the main counter and saw Eric walking in the main door. "We lost power again at the apartment," he explained. After he gained the network access for the day, he disappeared to the top floor of the library to resume working. 

I suddenly understood why he had said he would pick me up. I hoped my smile was not noticed by anyone. 

When my shift ended, I went and found my big brother. "Sit," he said, and handed me his iPod. I already knew what to expect, and wondered just how long I would last. 

To my surprise, however, he had me sit near the door, with my back facing the door's window. While that theoretically meant that I could touch myself as needed without anyone outside the private study room seeing exactly what I was doing, the placement of my hands would probably be unmistakable if they were in my lap when I did not have any books in front of me and I was wearing the telltale white corded earbuds associated with iPods. 

I did not try to change the playlist on the iPod. Instead, I leaned back in the chair, attempting to assume the position of someone relaxing and potentially even sleeping while listening to music. Only then did I begin my torture. 

I was stunned, however, when after several minutes of having my ears bombarded with the sounds of sex, I heard Eric's voice over the continuous moans of a woman being eaten. "You hear this, little sister?" his voice asked as innocently as possible. "You hear how someone is lapping up this woman's flowing lust? You hear how she's reacting as she gets eaten? Imagine that it's you being eaten, you on your back in the grass, the sounds of the waves breaking on the nearby shoreline, the sounds of the seagulls as they fly overhead. Think of your big brother's arms holding your thighs apart, his fingertips holding you open so his tongue can briefly dip into your body." 

It was a real struggle to maintain the illusion of sleeping while listening to music. As the sounds of sexual activity provided the backdrop for Eric's tale, I know that at least one soft moan escaped me, and that certainly would have brought a smile to my big brother's face. 

"Think of me fucking you, long and hard..." 

The sounds of sex changed to match the words. My thong was wet and my nipples were hard, and I could no longer contain myself. My willpower broke, and my hand reached to the front of my skirt, my fingertips pressing... 

The sounds aroused me and my big brother's voice taunted me. I was slightly startled when I felt hands on my shoulders, but instantly recognized them and relaxed into the moment, reaching under the skirt and pulling the crotch of my thong aside to openly masturbate since I had Eric standing between me and the lone window to block anyone's view of me. As he massaged my shoulders, I gave in to my need, and when his hands slipped forward from my shoulders and down the front of my shirt and inside the cups of my bra, I had to bite my lower lip hard to prevent myself from announcing my climax to anyone outside the private study room. 

As we finally left the study room, I was aware of the clean, unmusky air which reached my nostrils. I reddened almost immediately, but had fortunately lost the blush by the time we reached the ground floor. 

I still wonder what the janitors thought if the scent of my sibling-inspired arousal was still evident when they cleaned that particular study room that evening.



Fated Ch. 34



I was breathing rather hard as my big brother's face finally rose from between my legs. My heart was still pounding so hard that my heartbeat filled my ears. The orgasm had been so powerful, so encompassing, that I felt not just sated, but absolutely drained. 

Slowly, Eric kissed his way up my body, pausing briefly at my chest to suckle a breast. When his lips finally reached mine, I could prominently taste myself on his lips and feel his dripping sex brushing against my clitoris. 

It took only a moment for my sisterly body to be filled, which in turn caused my long, low moan to fill our bedroom. Without any conscious effort, I squeezed him from without and from within, and when he dipped his love-coated face to my neck, his hot breath seemed to revitalize me. 

"Slowly," I requested, "please..." 

He did not disappoint. Crushing me into the mattress with his full weight, my big brother moved slowly within me, still breathing hotly into my neck. 

And then, to our combined chagrin, my cell phone rang, and from the ringtone, it was our mother. Knowing how she was, we both groaned aloud, pissed that she had just ruined such a wonderful Saturday afternoon sexcapade. 

While our mother left me a voicemail, Eric and I shared one final kiss, one last opportunity for me to taste my passion upon his lips, and then he withdrew from me. The expression of disappointment on my big brother's face was classic, but it truly was a testament to just how much he desired me, body and soul, and that warmed my heart even in my anger at our mother's intrusion. 

"I've been out getting the mail," I said, laying down our cover story. "You're out at the pool doing some laps." 

"Okay," he agreed. "I'll be quiet." 

In both his voice and mine, I could still hear the just-interrupted disappointment and the carnal breathiness. I knew that our cover story would buy me time to calm down as I stood and sought the thong Eric had removed from me -- after all, even though she was countless miles away, how could I possibly speak with my own mother while fully naked? 

Eric disappeared, leaving me on my own as I donned the thong and a bra. Just as I took a deep sigh and resigned myself to calling our mother back, she called again. 

"Hi, Mom." 

"Hi, honey. Where were you?" 

"Where was I?" 

"I called just a minute or so ago." 

"Oh." I picked up an unpaid bill which was on my desk. "Mail." It wasn't truly a lie. 

"I see. It's been a while, so I just wanted to check up on you two. Where's Eric?" 

"Swimming some laps in the pool." 

"I see. How's he doing with the ladies?" 

I almost choked on my own saliva from such an unexpected question. "How should I know?" 

"You mean he doesn't bring his dates home?" 

"Why would he? I'm liable to be here." 

"True... Well, just try not to get his way with women, okay?" 

"Good grief, Mom! Why talk about all this at all? Are you eager for grandkids or something!?!" 

"Well..." 

I had clearly touched an exposed nerve, but before I could back off and apologize, she admitted it: "Yes, I'd like a few grandkids, but more than that, Eric needs to start thinking about finding a good young woman who's good for him and who truly loves him and can give him a child or two... or three." 

"Ugh!" I simply could not envision myself as a mother, certainly not while I was trying to navigate my way through my undergrad years. "If I ever have more than one, they'd better be twins or triplets or quads!" 

I could sense our mother smiling across the miles. Fortunately, the conversation soon ended, and I left the bedroom, finding my forbidden lover stretched out on the futon with a magazine. "She wants grandkids, huh?" 

I sighed and nodded, kneeling on the floor beside him. He reached out to me, stroking my cheek, clearly concerned. "She touched a nerve with you, didn't she?" he noted softly. 

With another sigh, I leaned my face into my big brother's hand. "It made me aware again of the fact that we don't have a normal relationship. I love you dearly, but she can't ever know that. I willingly give you my body and allow you to cum inside me, but I couldn't do it if I wasn't on birth control because society won't ever let me give you a child." 

"You want to be a mother?" 

"No! At least, not now. I can't even imagine myself caring for a baby, let alone being pregnant for nine months. But..." 

"It's okay, little sister." Setting the magazine on the floor, Eric patted his chest, and instinctively, I rose from my knees, laying on his naked form, and suddenly, I was crying into his neck, genuinely sobbing not because I wanted to be a mother, but because I could never make him a father. We were freaks, shunned by society, practically confined to our apartment. 

Somehow, eventually, the tears ended, and despite the air conditioning and the fact that I wore only a bra and a thong, I still felt hot from my distress, from the oppression of social dictates and expectations. Somehow, I found the strength and the courage to kiss my big brother's lips and revel in simply being in his loving presence. 

"I'm overdressed," I realized. My big brother laughed first, and soon my voice joined his as he hugged me tightly. For the moment, social oppression was banished from the apartment, although deep in the back of my mind, I knew that the freedom was only fleeting and temporary. 



Fated Ch. 35



"I'll be home rather late tonight," Eric reminded me as we drove to campus, "so don't worry about dinner for me. I'll probably be back around 9PM." 

"That's okay," I said, fully understanding his need to visit a client in another city. If the meeting went well, then that client would increase and possibly even double business with my big brother's company, which would also result in a nice bonus for him at the end of the quarter. He said he already had plans for Spring Break for spending the bonus, but would not give me any details. 

It saddened me in a way that, because he was my big brother, I could not give him a kiss goodbye when he dropped me off on campus near the library, so I contented myself with patting this thigh and sharing a loving smile with him. After all, the kiss we had shared before leaving the apartment had rivaled Al Gore's infamous kiss, so I could survive without another kiss from my big brother until that night. 

*****

Since I almost always return to the apartment first, I was the one to get the mail each day. On that day, the mail included a letter to me from Eric. 

I practically ran from the mailbox to the apartment. My heart was pounding, and not just from moving so quickly. While Eric had written letters to me in the past, he had not written to me since we had moved in together, and I had not given that a second thought. 

As the A/C began to cool the apartment, I sat on my bed, opening the envelope carefully, my hands almost shaking from the anticipation. When I unfolded the paper inside, there was a printed picture of me naked on Eric's bed, my legs spread obscenely and his seed seeping from my wet sex. I gasped with surprise, but then remembered that he had taken a few pictures of me with his digital camera a few weeks earlier, saying that he wanted add a few pictures of me to his cell phone so that he could occasionally gaze upon me for a few minutes to gain the inspiration to continue with his work. 

For several long minutes, I looked at myself the same way my big brother saw me. I saw a young woman whose small breasts made her look like a young teenage girl. Her nipples were prominent, and the expression of lust on her face was unmistakable, her parted lips making her look somewhat wanton. The semen oozing from between her legs made her appear truly comfortable with her sexuality, yet also made her appear used. 

It was that last point which really amazed me. Months earlier, I definitely would not have been comfortable with anything sexual. Prior to becoming involved with my big brother, my one and only sexual experience had been anything but satisfying, and had made me feel used and discarded. To see a picture of me with semen spilling from me and an expression of clear lust upon my face was a demonstration of just how far I had progressed sexually under my big brother's tender loving care. 

Only then did I turn my attention to the handwritten content: 

My precious little sister, 

Sometimes, I wonder how our close relationship had not evolved into actual love any sooner than it did. Yet in a way, I'm glad we did wait, because I believe it causes me to appreciate you even more, both as a little sister and especially as a young woman. 

I know that sometimes you feel a bit insecure in yourself because of your breasts. Yes they are small, but they are very much you. They are small and sensitive and wonderful to hold - and you are small and sensitive and wonderful to hold. What you have that your breasts do not have, however, are a wonderful personality and an intelligent mind and an abundance of love, and even if you were to have size EE breasts, your personality and your mind and your love would still draw me to you and make me want to have you in my life forever. 

One thing I have noticed, however, is that you seem more and more comfortable in your own body. I believe that is a good thing, and I hope you agree. The love we share is definitely emotional and heartfelt, but it is also very much sexual, and your comfort level in your own body plays a strong role in the sexual aspect of our relationship. 

I will not mince words: I enjoy making love to you, and I enjoy fucking you. Yes, they are different - at least, they can be different. I enjoy hearing you moan and feeling your pussy clenching me. I enjoy seeing the lust in your eyes as your orgasm approaches. I enjoy holding you tightly and filling you with my cum. But most of all, I enjoy knowing that you love me enough to give yourself to me, to allow me inside you, penetrating you and violating you, and that you enjoy such moments as well. Feeling your body moving against mine, feeling you shake from the pleasure is a wonderful thing, and I only wish that I could induce such pleasure more often, making you cum hourly if I could just to hold you close and witness your moment of ecstasy. 

Clearly, this picture is not something I should be sending to my little sister. Clearly, I should not have the same picture, or a few others like it, on my cell phone. But I do, and society be damned. I don't care that the way I feel about my little sister is considered "wrong" or "immoral." I only know that I love my little sister more than anyone I have ever known, and that I would do everything possible to protect her and ensure her happiness. I do wish though that I could call up this picture on my cell phone and hand it to someone and say, "That's my girlfriend," or ideally, "That's my wife." It would make me really proud to hear someone compliment you because of the pictures I have of you, or to be out in public with you, holding you and kissing you on a random street corner, and have some unknown guy give me an approving wink because I'm lucky enough to have you in my life. 

What I like most about this picture is that it's a really good FUCK YOU to society. I suppose that if anyone other than us were to see it, they couldn't possibly know that that is my cum flowing from your body. No one else could recognize that it was your own big brother who had just fucked you rather hard and made you cum twice before his cum had filled you and then spilled from you. 

I'm rather hard as I write this. I'm hard in part because of the picture, but in part because I'm thinking of you and of all that you do for me. I'm hard because I'm remembering how your mouth felt last night as your head bobbed back and forth. I'm hard because I wish that I could be inside you again right now, not to give you a hard rough fuck, but to ease into your accepting body and hold you close and simply enjoy the intimacy and the love of my precious little sister. 

Loving you forever, 

Big Brother

I was crying as I finished reading the first love letter I had ever received. That someone would love me so much to write something like this to me really touched me deep inside. The way his letter had ended also made me yearn to have my big brother in my arms again, in my body again. I wanted to straddle him, impaled as we held each other, as we kissed slowly and touched lovingly. I wanted to give my big brother my body once again to accompany his possession of my heart. I wanted to feel his undying love surging into me. 

I wanted him with me at that very moment to kiss away my heartfelt tears. But he was about a hundred miles away, meeting with a client. I could not call him and tell him about the letter, about how much I loved him, about how his letter and his love had moved me to tears, so I curled up with a pillow on my bed, holding the pillow as if it was him, crying into it, wanting more than anything else that he was not so far way, that he was with me at that very moment, that he was peppering my face with gentle kisses and holding me close as he made love to me long into the evening... 

When Eric finally arrived home, weary from the long meeting and the long drive, I practically ran to him and flung myself against him. "It came today," he observed softly, and I nodded against him, the tears threatening to overwhelm me once again. 

The heartfelt tears never came, but my body wept long into the night. 



Fated Ch. 36



The semester was ending. With officially just one more day of exams remaining, and those exams being for the few night classes, there were few students still on campus, and thus very few students studying in the library. On the main floor, there were more horny old men looking at porn on the library's computers than there were students trying to find that last bit of information to help prepare for the following day's exams. 

I sighed softly. It had definitely been a long semester for me, capped off with three exams that very day. I was rather uncertain how well I did on the last exam, but as I sat at the main desk that evening in the main library, it no longer mattered - my GPA was out of my hands. 

"You're exhausted," my friend and coworker Shelly commented as she approached me from behind. Her hands went immediately to my shoulders, massaging me nicely. She was a natural at giving massages, her long fingers working my muscles with practiced ease. I sighed again several times as I leaned back in the chair, my head resting against her breasts. 

It made me think of how often my big brother had been in this position, leaning back in a chair, his head resting against my breasts as I massaged him. That thought both helped to reinvigorate me and also begin to arouse me. 

"How long 'til closing?" I asked. 

"About three hours still," Shelly responded. "You have a ride home tonight?" 

"Yeah. My big brother's coming for me." 

"Good." 

It was definitely good, because I had no desire to trudge to the light rail station or stand in the cold and wait for a bus, and even if I had a car, I would probably be too tired to drive safely. 

"I think I need some air," I said, leaning forward again in the chair and then standing. "Cover for me for a few minutes?" 

"Sure thing." 

"Thanks." Donning my coat, I headed toward the back entrance of the main library. 

Outside, it was beautiful. The weather was cold, as is appropriate for winter, and every tree in the immediate area was brightly lit in off-white lights for the holiday season. I was still a bit surprised that the university would have lit even these trees, as they were not along the main mall area of the campus where the majority of people would stroll or bike, but despite the economy, the university still had an image to maintain. 

Eric and I were also being more careful with our own funds. Although gas prices had dropped significantly since the summer, food was still generally more expensive than in the past. We ate out less often and had almost completely eliminated having pizza or Chinese food delivered to the apartment. Eric had taken to buying small microwaveable meals to take with him to work each day to reduce the number of times he went out for lunch with his colleagues or with me, and instead of buying lunch at the union or from one of the food carts on campus, I would usually take a sandwich and a bottle of water with me when I left the apartment in the morning. 

And then, to my surprise, a single snowflake meandered downward directly in front of me. 

Having grown up up north, I was no stranger to snow, but this far south, snow was a rarity. Seeing the single snowflake made me think of playing with Eric outside in the snow when we were little, of building snow forts and throwing snowballs and of feigning offense when he once made a snowwoman who was anatomically correct. 

When my cell phone rang, more such memories came to mind as I retrieved the phone from a pocket of my jeans. "Hey, big brother! It's snowing!" 

"That's why I called," he said, slightly breathless. "I'm walking back from Starbucks and when I saw the first few snowflakes coming down, I thought I'd call to let you know." 

"I'm outside right now as well. And there's definitely more snow coming down now, but I doubt it'll stick." 

For the next three hours, the temperature remained the same, cold enough for snow to fall but warm enough that there was no accumulation. As Eric drove us back to the apartment, the snowflakes seemed to stick to the pavement and the sidewalks just a little longer before finally melting. 

By early morning, there was enough snow accumulated that Eric's boss called him to say that coming to the office was optional that day, since most people in the city had no clue how to drive in snow. Since I was not scheduled to work in the campus library that day, it meant essentially a return to our summer status, when Eric was working from home and I was there to ensure he had everything he needed and to help him survive the long days on the phone and at the laptop. 

Eric primarily spent the morning at the laptop, chatting away into his cell phone's headset. Other than bringing him coffee several times, I left my big brother alone, spending the time in the bedroom, primarily reading and for a while softly listening to music as I catnapped. 

I must have fallen into a deeper slumber than I had anticipated, for suddenly Eric was sitting on the edge of the bed, bent over me, lovingly stroking my cheek. "Sleepyhead," he teased with a smile. I closed my eyes again, simply enjoying my big brother's soft, gentle touches, thankful for the intimacy, especially after such a long and trying semester. Yet while I was not expecting that Eric's attentions would turn sexual, I found myself becoming aroused. I did not fight it, and I very much welcomed it, for over the previous few weeks, our moments of intimacy had become less and less frequent, both because of the major papers and impending exams for me and because of his numerous end-of-year tasks to complete for the company. 

My big brother sat up straight again, his hands moving to my chest - not to caress my breasts, but to begin unbuttoning my cardigan. I looked up at him, watching his eyes as they slowly meandered down my torso with the action of his hands. He was just about to undo the final button when his cell phone rang again, and he made a soft groan of annoyance. "Don't move," he said as he stood beside the bed. "I intend to finish this as soon as I can." 

The five minutes he was gone were excruciating. He had started something we both clearly wanted, but since he was still on the clock, he had to answer the cell phone if it rang, for it would be either a colleague or a client. By the time he returned, I had just decided to undress myself, but had not yet convinced my hands to act. That was just as well, for Eric's eyes proclaimed his desire to undress me for the first time in over a week. 

The cardigan open and my shirt pushed up, my big brother's hands gently massaged my breasts through the bra for a few moments before releasing the front clasp. Although my eyes were closed, I smiled to him, enjoying the exposure, the smile disappearing as my lips parted from a nipple being gently, sweetly suckled. My fingers toyed in his hair as I held his head to my sisterly chest, encouraging him to continue, enjoying the sensations radiating through my torso. 

When the forbidden lips did ultimately lift away from my chest, it was so that he could reposition himself and unbutton my jeans. I was soon fully exposed for him, on display for my big brother. He could plainly see my wetness, and he could almost certainly smell my arousal. 

He ate me. Repositioning himself again, my big brother ate me. He took his time, sampling me, teasing me, occasionally fingering me. He kissed my inner thighs and manipulated my hard-tipped breasts. He gently nibbled my labia and whispered loving words. Even when his cell phone rang again, he continued, and he did not stop until I had bathed his face with a surge of love, and even then he kept going, apparently intent on making me climax yet again. 

...or not, for he finally lifted away and undressed quickly, soon sheathing himself inside me. 

"My sweet, sweet sister," his whispered into my ear. He kept moving within me, groaning as I broke a fingernail over his shoulder blade when I climaxed again. The cell phone rang again, but he kept going, kept driving me ever higher in pleasure, kissing me fiercely when my voice threatened to alert the neighbors to the forbidden coupling taking place in the apartment. 

"Erica!" he groaned, and then his love filled me. 

The cell phone rang twice more, but we remained on the bed, cuddling close, enjoying the intimate silence. The scent of our passion still filled the air, and I wished the moment could last forever. 

"I'd better get back to work," Eric said with a sad and heavy sigh. Yet he did not move for another twenty minutes or so, gazing on my prone form one final time before leaving the bedroom. It was a most wonderful way to end a lengthy and rough semester, and as I drifted into a nap, I thought of the weeks ahead when, several days per week, I would be at the library, and hopefully my big brother could come to help me pass the time, just like this. 



Fated Ch. 37



"Um, there's something different about you two..." 

Eric and I had flown home for Christmas. We would only be home for a two full days before returning to our haven, primarily because I had taken on quite a few hours at the library during the Holiday Break. It was nice to get away from the university and fairly good to see our mother once again, but it was also a very odd situation, as this was the first time my big brother and I were in her presence since having officially become incestuous lovers. 

"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to be as neutral as possible with my voice. 

"You two just seem... I don't know. Closer, I suppose." 

I shrugged. "I suppose that's natural since we're sharing an apartment." 

"I guess..." 

*****

It was good to see friends from high school again, especially Helena. I was not at all surprised when she showed me the engagement ring, and I was genuinely happy for her, as I had long felt that Alain was definitely the right guy for her. Alain was more than willing to give me one of his bone-crushing hugs, and it was even more powerful than usual since he had proposed to Helena the day before - on Christmas Day - and she had eagerly accepted. 

*****

"What's wrong?" Eric asked with genuine concern as he drove us through the snow to the airport. 

I sighed sadly yet again. "Mom... Helena and Alain... I don't know..." 

"I overheard her conversation with you yesterday morning." 

"Oh?" 

"Yeah. We are closer, and that is natural since we are sharing an apartment, but from her tone of voice, she clearly recognized that there's something more going on between us." 

I looked out the side window, watching the snowy landscape pass by. "Is it so wrong that we've found what we'd been longing for? Is it so wrong that our relationship breaks all the normal rules?" 

"To society, yes," my big brother admitted. "To our mother, yes. To our friends, most likely. Me, I just don't give a damn." 

I turned my head to look at him. He had a particular resolve in his eyes as they monitored the traffic and the road conditions. 

"I'm an adult, you're an adult. I'm sane, you're sane. I consent, you consent. Nothing else should really matter. Yes, society forces us to keep our relationship hidden, and apparently we're not doing too good a job with that if someone who's known us all our lives suspects that we're more than just brother and sister." 

Maybe his few extra years of life experience helped Eric to be strong in this most unusual situation. Perhaps that was why he had always been the stronger of us, able to set aside his emotions and harden his willpower when necessary. His words made sense, but they still could not completely dispel the sadness that I felt at not being able to tell our own mother that I had found the person I wanted to share my future with, the person I wanted to grow old with. There was no way that I could tell her that I had given my heart and my body to my own big brother. 

The tears fell silently, trickling down my cheeks, burning with unannounced love. As I cried, I shed any thoughts of marrying the person next to me, the person who cared for me and always did his best to assure my happiness. 

His hand on my thigh helped to calm me, and by the time we arrived at the airport, the tears had disappeared. We sat in the car for quite some time, well in advance of the return flight, enjoying the luxury of simply holding hands. 

"Open the glove box," Eric finally said softly, his voice almost startling after such a long silence between us. 

"Okay." I reached forward and opened the glove box to find a small present inside. The bow on top was slightly smashed, and the box itself looked like a little kid had wrapped it, but that did not stop my heart from beating a little harder and a little louder at seeing the surprise gift. 

"For me?" I asked, nearly whispering despite myself. 

"For you, sis." 

It took a few moments to finally reveal the gift: 

My big brother had bought me an engagement ring, and of all surprises, it actually fit. 

The tears fell anew, but for a very different reason. 

"There's no law anywhere that says that you and I can't be engaged," Eric proclaimed confidently. 

It was not marriage, and there never would be a marriage to legally join us, but to me, it was even better.