5 comments/ 137067 views/ 18 favorites Teasing Ch. 01 By: Enticing_Vixen He was gorgeous! To say that my 22 year old brother Brian was a good looking guy was the understatement of them all. He had always had the build of a Greek God in my opinion. Standing at an eye-pleasing 6'1" with thick broad shoulders, generously well muscled arms, beautifully chiseled chest, abs that went beyond the "six pack" that most athletic men have, and strong, powerfully well toned legs. His thick, wavy, earthy brown hair, naturally tanned olive skin and soul searching chocolate brown eyes have been known to entice many women, both young and old. But, his best feature of all was his smile, and much to my regret, he knew how to use it. All he ever had to do was flash his sexy white smile and he could get just about anything he wanted. He has always been my fantasy. Growing up we were close, but at times we fought like all siblings did at one time or another. It was during my late teens, also my awkward years, that we had most of our fights. Almost all of them were caused by the teasing that he heaped onto me whenever he would come home on the weekends from the nearby college he was attending. Every weekend, he would walk in the door with his bags of laundry and start calling me the classic big brother names that he always did. One particular weekend, just after my eighteenth birthday, which he missed, he came over as usual, but Mom wasn't there. I was up in my room when he got home. Hearing his car in the driveway, I groaned, not looking forward to his name calling. Standing in front of my mirror, making a mental check list of what my brother always teased me about, wondering if he was ever going to see the real me. My young, firm breasts were no longer the speed bumps that he always called them, but rather the size of medium sized honeydew melons and probably just as heavy. He had taken a liking to calling me a string bean in the past because, I had guessed, of my hips. But, those too had filled out nicely as well. Continuing to look at myself, I could see that my waist and abs were lean and flat causing my hips to look a bit larger than they really were. Turning to the side to check over my own ass, I ran my hands over it to feel the nice combination of firmness mixed with just the right amount of softness. Looking down past my shaved vagina to my long shapely legs thanks to the years spent on my high school track team. Getting closer to study my own face, thanking the heavens that there were no blemishes anymore, I looked into my own eyes. Judging them to be slightly almond shaped and a nice shade of hazel with naturally thick lashes that never needed mascara. My nose was what my mother called button shaped and my lips were full and pouty. My father had always called me his heart faced pixie because of my heart shaped face and slightly rosey cheeks. Backing away from the mirror, I turned and started crossing the room to my bed where I had tossed my robe after coming in from the shower. Half way to my bed I jumped as my door opened. There in the doorway was Brian. We stood there for a full minute looking at each other. He was wearing a white tank top that showed off his lean upper body and black jeans that looked too tight in all the right places. I could see the shock at finding me nude was written all over his face. Uncontrollably, my eyes glanced down to see the growing bulge in the front of his jeans as he looked at me. I began to feel myself grow damp between my legs as I looked at him. "Uh...," was the only sound he was apparently capable of making. Snapping my eyes up to his face as though being pulled out of a trance forcefully. "BRIAN," I yelled in shock and embarassment. "Can you get out of my room?" To my surprise he didn't move, except to let go of the door handle and lean against the doorjamb. Brian actually smiled as he looked at my body and crossed his arms in front of him. "Why should I, bean pole?" Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, knowing that if I were to lose my temper now he would just continue to call me names. Looking at him again, "Because," I started as I turned, walked over my bed and grabbed my robe, "this is my room. And you have no right to enter it without knocking." Sliding my arms into my robe, enjoying the feel of it's silky material glide over my smooth skin. Without looking at my face, Brian's gaze seemed to lock onto my breasts. Watching his face as I felt reluctant to close my robe, tying the sash around my waist. When his eyes met mine I thought I saw disappointment in them, but I must have been wrong for he quickly pasted that fun loving smile of his onto his face. "I noticed that our parental units are not home." Saying this as he sauntered further into my room looking at the things on my wall. Picking up a heart framed picture from my nightstand, he looked over at me then back at the picture. "Why do you have a picture of me by your bed?" The amusement I heard in his voice was sheer torture for me. At that moment the only thought racing through my mind was to get the photo away from him. Of all the ones he could have grabbed, why did it have to be the only I had of him sunbathing in the backyard nude. It was actually amazing that I had the courage to even take that one photo, though at the time I had wanted to take a lot more. I knew that he was expecting me to answer, but my embarassment stilled my tongue. I just did not know how to tell him that my feeling for him were more than sisterly. Doing the only thing that I could do, I bowed my head and slowly shrugged my shoulders. With not being able to see his face, I heard only his husky voice ask, "Erika, I thought you told me that you didn't have a memory stick in the camera." I felt him walking over to me more than I heard him. Looking down I could see his feet as he came to stand in front of me. Putting a finger under my chin, he forced me to lift my eyes to meet his. He was smiling with the sexy smile I had seen him use in the past on his many girlfriends, and he was using the smile on me. "You know, Erika, I should be upset that you even have this picture. I should tell Mom and Dad." Oh, God, he was going to tell our parents about it. I could just see it, Mom would start crying and tell me that I was going to Hell. Dad would just stand there fuming for a while, that is until he started to change the locks before he threw me out. Our parents were not the kind of people that one would call "original thinkers." "Please, Brian, please don't tell Mom and Dad about it. I'll get rid of it. I'll do anything you want." Thinking that begging would be my best course of action to choose at the moment. But, when I said anything, I could have sworn that I caught his interest. "Anything? Really?" He sounded intrigued. "Yes, anything!" Growing frantic that he would decide to tell anyway. "Ok then, what did you have in mind?" he drawled as he leaned back against the nightstand, arms crossed over his chest yet again, still holding my favorite photo. Thinking about it for a full minute before answering, "I could... wash your car?" Brian pondered this, but shook his head, " I just washed and detailed it. Try again." "I could... wash you clothes for you?" Again shaking his head, "Mom already does that for me. Try again." "Alright. Uh... I could... upgrade your computer for you. I would even pay for all the new parts out of my own pocket." Knowing full well that that idea would really cut a good sized dent into my savings. I sent up a silent prayer that he wouldn't choose that one. He was thinking! Brian had the nerve to think about that one? Ok, sure, it was tempting, but he did not have to torture me about it. With a whoosh of air, I let go of the breath that I didn't even know I was holding as I watched him slowly shake his head from side to side. It was at that moment that Brian decided to walk over to me and stop no more than twelve inches in front of me. Leaning close he whispered into my ear, his breath a carress to my senses, "Do you really want to know what I want from you?" What could I say to that? With that one simple question he had caught me completely off guard. I didn't know what to say. So, stupidly I said the first thing that came to my mind, "Uh... send the picture to your girlfriend?" Laughing nervously as I said this. Slowly, he walked around me, looking me up and down. My body was shaking so much from fear, excitement, nervousness, and even arousal, that I had to close my eyes and ball my hands into fists just to keep myself from reaching out to him. Touching my arms, my shoulders, glancing over the tops of my breasts as he moved to stand directly behind me. Grasping my wrists in his strong hands, he lifted both of my arms up to wrap them around his neck. With this he caused my back to arch and my breasts to point up to the ceiling. Feeling his hands glide down the underside of my arms from where he had held me just a moment before, I released a breathy sigh as his hands move further down along the outer edges of my breasts. His hands were so gentle that I was in envy of all the girlfriends he ever had all over again. I was so caught up in the feelngs he invoked inside me that I didn't even notice that he had opened my robe till I felt his hands fully cupping my breasts to pinch my pebbled nipples and the chill air of the room on my heated skin. Whispering in my ear again, he finally told me what he wanted. "I want you to give me your virginity. But not here." Kissing the tip of my nose, he slipped one hand from my breast to let it travel downward past my waist. Not understanding what he was up to, I attempted to pull away. But, Brian held me to him as he slipped his long middle finger into the folds of my shaved wet virginal pussy. Not being able to stop him, and also not wanting to, I felt as though my legs would give out. Before I could even really start to enjoy what Brian was doing to me, he let go and walked to my door. Holding onto the handle, he stopped and said over his shoulder with a smile, "I'll take you camping with me tonight. Be ready." Leaving my room as quietly as when he first came to my door, silently closing the door behind him with a soft click. Teasing Ch. 02 Half way between wanting and not wanting to believe him, I was surprised, both by what he had done, and by what he had said to me. I crumpled to the floor as though my legs forgot that they were supposed to hold me up. Sitting there, on my plush mahogany colored carpet, I reached up and touched my breasts then my nipples. They tingled as though his hands were still on them. I felt warm and achy all over, but instinctively I yearned for his touch yet again. Willing my legs to move, I pushed myself up to my knees and struggled over to my bed. I began hoping against all odds that Brian was joking with me even though, somehow, I knew that he was not. Using the bed to stabilize myself for an attempt to stand again, I began to make one of my many mental checklists as to what I should bring with me. "Wait a minute," saying to myself, pacing the length of my room on slightly unsteady legs. "I can't really be thinking about going? What if he finds out about how I really feel about him?" Coming to an abrupt stop in front of my closet, I lightly smacked my brow as reality finally set into my hazy brain, "What am I saying? He saw the picture. Of course, he knows and now he is going to.... No, I can't even think about what he has in mind." I suddenly became frantic with fear and excitement. Thinking was proving to be difficult as I heard Brian's words drifted through my head. "I'll take you camping with me tonight. Be ready." Knowing that this would be my only chance to explain why I had the picture, I reached in front of me and opened the closet doors. Groping along the top shelf until I found my small duffel, I pulled it down and tossed it onto the floor at my feet. Looking through my collection of clothing, I tried to decide what to take on the camping trip as I tossed one thing after another over my shoulders, not finding anything that would work. Maybe if I were to look in my dresser. Dashing over to it, pulling open my underwear drawer, I move around the boring old panties that I wear everyday. Sighing in frustration, "None of this will work. I just cannot go to him wearing something that I wear everyday. I have to have something special for tonight." Pulling out a pair of black shorts and a pink T-shirt, I hurriedly dress as I head for my door. I grabbed my car keys and my purse, as I slipped feet into flip-flops. Quietly, I walked down the hallway, not wanting Brian to know that I was leaving the house. Making my way down the stairs, paying more attention to finding the right key than to where I was heading, I did not notice Brian standing there at the bottom. "Going somewhere, Erika?" He said to me in his smooth masculine voice. The shock of hearing his voice caused me to come to a sudden stop on the stairs, just two steps from the bottom. Standing eye to eye with him did nothing for my nerves. "Uh... I was... going to the store. Maybe... uh... get something for tonight." I started to bite my lower lip, half expecting him to tell me to go back up to my room. He leaned close with one arm resting on the rail, inhaling deeply once he came close enough. Wrapping his free arm around my waist, he pulled me close until only a scant inch separated us. His peppermint-laced breath caressed my lips as he said, "I do hope that you will...," again inhaling my scent, this time closing his eyes as though he found it intoxicating, "Hmmmmmmm, purchase something alluring. Oh, and get your hair done as well." With him so close, my heart was racing, my breathing heavier; I was drawn to him. Keeping my eyes locked with his, I stood there watching him as he moved out of my way. Taking his hand off the railing, he held it out to me as though to guide me down the remaining steps. Putting my hand in his, I let him do just that. On impulse, I stood up on my toes and briefly touched my lips to his then turned and all but ran to the front door. Just as I went out the door and was about to close it, I heard Brian call out to me, "Make sure whatever you buy is white." *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ My destination was simple for what I needed. In our area, there was only one mall and that was a good thirty-minute drive from my hometown. Having a clear idea of what to get, I set out for a specialty store that I knew would have just what I was looking for. Once I got there it did not take me long to find exactly what I was looking for. In fact, the sales woman acted as though she was expecting me. She assisted me in picking out a beautiful silk gown with lace on the cups and hem, as well as a few other things like panties and a bra for the trip. I had a feeling that Brian would like it. Wasting no time in buying it, the sales woman seemed to sense that I was in a hurry, I signed the sales slip and walked as quickly as possible back to my car. Taking a bracing deep breath once I climbed in, I stared the engine and practically sped home. Another thirty minutes later, I noticed that Brian was not there, but thankfully neither were my parents. Hoping that Brian would not pick that moment to come driving up, I grabbed the bag containing my purchases, bolted out of my car, sprinted to the house and into my room. Feeling the wall shake with the force from the slammed door, I leaned against it as laughter caused my body to tremble. Oh, how good it felt to laugh over all this. The tension from my fear and excitement eased a bit as I stood there. That is until I heard a car pull into the driveway. If there were ever an Olympic event for flying across a room from door to window I would have gotten the gold medal that day. Looking out, breathing a sigh of relief, for the car I saw was not Brian's, nor was it my parents' car. Nevertheless, my curiosity was still aroused, wondering whom the driver was since it was next to impossible to see from my location. Knowing that the sound of a car door opening and closing did not reach my room during my dash to the window and figuring that the driver was just lost, I turned my back on the window. Excavating the duffel from under a pile of clothing, I began to pack the things one would need for an evening such as the one planed. Of course the typical necessary items were added, such as a sleeping bag with built in pillow, two changes of clothes, my new black bikini that took me almost a month to talk my mother into allowing it, my hiking boots, and of course a small travel case of basic toiletries. Having added my new things to the duffel as well, I heard a car door close. I jumped up and over my bed to get to the window before the person moved beyond my view so I could see who it was. Peering out onto the drive, I saw a breath-stealing site. Brian was leaning on the front fender of the driver's side of the same car, and he was looking right at me tapping my watch. Wondering why he was driving another car, but not caring and not wanting to keep him waiting, as I grabbed my duffel bag. Making a mad dash down the hall and stairs, I was scared that he might leave without me. Coming to such a complete halt at the front door I almost smacked right into it. I just stood there behind the front door, with my hand on the handle, for a few heartbeats trying to calm down. Brian would probably tease me for running out to him. Taking a deep breath and holding my head high, I opened the door and wet out to meet the man of all my fantasies. Closing and locking the door behind me, I turned to walk down the steps of the front porch. Watching Brian walk around the front of the new car, I had to stop and admire how he looked in the suit he was wearing. Wait, Brian was wearing a suit. He never wears a suit unless it is a real special occasion. It was an elegant, double-breasted navy blue suit with blue pin striping that was just a shade or two lighter. He looked as though he could be going to a wedding... or a funeral. I could not take my eyes off him, the only way to describe the sheer impact he had on me could be defined by just one word: stunned. Not able to move from where I was standing as though transfixed by his fluid movement towards me. He stopped about three feet in front of me, looking at me up and down with a critical eye. *Tsk tsk tsk, hmmm no," shaking his head in disapproval. "This won't do." Brian began to walk around me in a small circle, continuing to look me up and down, pinching my ass as he walked behind me, causing me to jump. Coming back to stand in front of me again, he stood there staring at me for another moment longer. He took the final steps to stand close enough in front of me to be able to inhale his distracting aftershave, looking into my eyes. "I guess we will just have to rectify this." Grabbing my hand, he took my bag and all but pulled me to the car he was standing next to when I saw him through the window. Of course, his actions confused me. As far as I knew he was taking me camping, but apparently, he changed his mind. Getting to the car, he opened the door and motioned for me to get in. Curiosity alone stilled my tongue from asking him what he was planning. Once we were both in the car, Brian half turned to me, smiled, and leaned across the center consol. Again, he inhaled my scent as though he could not get enough. "Hmmmmmmm, you smell great, Erika." He said in a husky voice. "Uh, thanks." The timber of his voice and the pure lust in his eyes did nothing to help my nerves, as he continued to lean over. Not given a chance to think, his soft lips connected with my own as my eyes closed on their own. This kiss was not wet or insistent, or even too eager like all the other kisses I had experienced from boys that I had met at parties. Brian's kiss sent jolts of pure excitement right through me, straight down to the juncture of my thighs. I felt myself growing damp more and more the longer he kissed me. Brian's tongue grazed my lips, I felt an over whelming urge to open them for him. His tongue became harder on my lips, pushing into my mouth, forcing me to open them for him. As his tongue met mine, hotter, more intense, jolts that can only be described as electricity hit me. The kiss deepened, making me start to feel a bit scared and I started to pull away. Brian must have sensed my fear, for he gently put his hands on either side of my face until the feeling pasted. To this day I am still not sure how long we sat there, in the car, kissing. Nevertheless, by the time Brian had ended the kiss, rather abruptly for my liking, my brain was again in a fog. "Erika" I could not answer. "Erika?" He gave a small, amused sort of laugh. "Are you going to be ok?" "Hmmm" Licking my lips, nodding my head as I opened my eyes. He had not moved away and he was looking at me with what must have been a mirror of my own mounting desire on his face. Leaning forward again, he kissed the tip of my nose then leaned back, a strained smile on his face. "If I don't stop now, we'll never make our flight. But first, we have a stop to make." Feeling confused and I knew that I had to ask, "Flight? But, I thought we were going camping?" "Oh?" Brian said as he started the car. "Well, while you were gone I decided that it wouldn't be right for you to have your first time in the middle of the woods. So, I thought it would be better if we went somewhere else." By now, we were on our way across town. "And, this somewhere else is where?" Looking around, I noticed that we were town shopping district. "Uh, Brian, what are we doing here?" I asked as he pulled into the parking lot of a women's clothing store. "I thought you said that we had a flight to catch? Shouldn't we be going to the airport?" "Oh, we will, but first there are a few things that we need to get for you." Getting out of the car, he turned to me, "Will you promise to stay right here? I will promise that I won't be too long." Not waiting for me to answer, Brian turned and walked into the store. I did not quite understand what he was up to, but I went along with it if it meant that I could finally be with him. Fear, excitement, and tangles nerves were all rolling around inside me. I was scared for the simple reason of I was not sure that I could sexually please Brian the way his past girlfriends had, and also, obviously, of the unknown. With the fear came excitement because of the unknown, hoping that I would be able to please and satisfy him. Because of all of this, my nerves were in such a tangle that I knew, with a doubt, that if this was another one of Brian's cruel jokes, I would be devastated. Looking back on my life, all the fights we had while growing up, all the silly pranks we had played on one another, and I never thought any of it would lead to this. The fact that I had fallen hopelessly in love with my own brother was, granted, very odd, but to me it felt right. The few people that we have known over the years, not only here, but also elsewhere, always remarked that we looked nothing alike. Our father, even at the age of fifty, still has the build of his youth, thanks to regular workouts with our mother. Anybody can tell right away that Papa and Brian are father and son with just a glance. To be honest the only difference between the two is their ages and the fact that Papa has a few gray hairs at the temples. Since father and son appeared to be carbon copies of one another, one would think that the same would be true for Mama and me. Nothing could be further from the truth. Granted, my mother does seem to be almost too young to have two children fully grown, she really is not. She married Papa not long after she turned 18 and Brian was born with the first year, I came along four years later. Mama and I are as two sides of a coin, in looks as well as temperament. One could say that we are as different as night and day, yet we had never really had any large arguments. Mama's hair is a dark brown that looks almost black, where mine is a soft strawberry blonde. My own temper has a tendency to flare up at the slightest provocation, which is why Brian enjoys teasing me so much. At the same time, Mama was known to able to weather any storm, real and figuratively; with a grace and strength, that surprises me. Over the years, she has called me her skinny-mini girl, because of my small stature, while at the same time calling herself a fat old lady. Do not get me wrong, Mama is anything but fat. Yes, she does have a few extra pounds, but she is far from being over weight. Besides, Papa has always told her that he like the extra pounds on her. He says she gives him more to love in the bedroom. At that point, I usually either leave to room or tell them to get a room. Sitting in the car, with my nerves, the way they were, for twenty or so minutes started me to thinking that all this truly was just a huge prank that Brian was going to great lengths to pull off. Taking a deep breath, noticing that I had been doing that a lot that day, I opened the car door and climbed out. Just as I started walking around the car to head for the store, here came Brian with about four or five shopping bags that looked to be full of stuff that he bought not only in the clothing store but also in the shoe store that was right next door. Puzzled, "What's in the bags?" Watching as he walked over to the trunk. "I thought you promised to stay in the car?" He did not bother to look at me. Trying to sneak a peak into one of the bags, I stated, "I didn't promise. You just didn't give me a chance to say anything before you took off." Starting to lift up the tissue paper from a clothing store bag, "So, what's in this one?" I did not bother to hide the giggle in my voice. He must have heard the rustling of the paper, for he snatched the bags away, telling me that I would find out once we got to where he was taking me. Again, I had to ask, "Where are we going, though?" I said this as leaned against the trunk of the car. Laughing, he looked at me with obvious hunger in his eyes, pushing away any thoughts in my mind that this was just an elaborate prank, "Don't be so impatient. You'll find out soon enough!" Leaning over to give me a quick kiss on the mouth, Brian took me by surprise. As he pulled away, too quick for my liking, I crossed my arms over my chest and huffed, I must admit, like a child that was denied a treat, "I hate surprises. Why can't you just tell me?" Having finished with putting the bags into the trunk and closing it, he merely stated, "Because I want to see the look on your face when all is revealed." Pulling me away from the trunk, he escorted me to the passenger side of the car. His words "when all is revealed" made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end, like when it always does with one of his pranks. Panic slammed into me with the force of an out of control freight train. Pulling out of his grasp as he opened the car door, I backed up a few steps. Hurt, fear, panic, and dying hope were all laced into my voice as I said, "Brian, I hope this isn't another joke. With everything that has been happening so far today, I do not think that I could handle it if it were." Lowering my voice, else somebody we knew happen to be walking by. "The kisses you gave me? Moreover, in the way you caressed my body. I do not think that any feelings that I have for you would be able to survive if this were just another one of your bad jokes. On the other hand, maybe just a new way for you to torment me, like when we were kids. Please, Brian, please tell me what is going on. If I mean anything to you at all, please at least tell me where you intended to take me and why. I mean, other than the obvious reasons." I balled my hands into fists so tight that my nails were practically biting into the tender flesh of my palms while my arms remained straight and ridged at my sides. Which Brian knew to be a sign that I would not move until he at least answered my question. Finally, after waiting for what seemed like an eternity to me, he took a deep breath and told me, letting his breath out slowly as he did so. "We are going to Las Vegas." He walked over to me slowly with both of his hands held out to me. "I just wanted your first time to be unforgettable. In the years to come, I want you to remember this time with a secret smile on your face that will make your future husband wonder at what you're thinking about." "But what is the real reason for us going to Vegas when we can just as easily get a room here or go camping instead? Why is it necessary that we go to Las Vegas?" Doing my utmost best to keep the pleading sound from my voice, but I knew that I had failed miserably. The smile that I loved so well returned to Brian's handsome face. Raising a finger, he said, "Ah, for that we will have to go to Vegas." Taking hold of my hands, forcing me to relax, he pulled me into the circle of his strength. Whispering into my ear, "Please trust me, String bean, I would never let anything hurt you if I could help it. I love you too much for that to happen." This time I heard the pleading in his voice along with another, deeper, emotion that I was to afraid to name. Any normal person would have been upset upon hearing their lifelong tormentor call them the one name that they hated most in the world, but who said I was normal. Being in his arms and hearing his voice, I could tell that, for the first time, he meant the name as an endearment, and I loved him even more for it. Giving him a small squeeze, I pulled back to look into his eyes and giving him my own small smile, "Then let's go to Vegas," daring to wink at him, "and have some fun." Laughing, he kissed my forehead, pulled out of the embrace, and nodded toward the car. "Let's go then." Opening the car door for me again, he said, "Your chariot awaits, milady." Not able to stop myself, I let him assist me into the car. I was still laughing when he got into the driver's seat. Leaving the parking lot, we made our way through traffic to the airport. Teasing Ch. 03 To those of you who have read the first chapter, I thank you for you comments and your votes. I am sorry that it has taken me so long to continue the story of Erika and Brian, but here it is the third chapter. My opportunities for writing are rare, so I ask for patience on the continuation of Erika's tale. If any of you have ideas for these two, I am always open to suggestions. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* When we arrived, I was surprised, yet again, that we were going first class all the way. Brian had somehow been able to charter a private jet for the trip. Once we settled into our seats, the captain announced that our travel time would be about four hours. Thanks to Brian, my mind stayed occupied the whole time. About an hour into the flight, Brian's playful antics and jokes had dwindled as he became serious. Never knowing him to be nervous, or if he ever was he never appeared to be. It was almost comical to watch his nervousness build as he frantically searched one pocket after another, trying to find something that he must have misplaced. Out of concern I asked, "What's wrong? What did you lose?" Gazing at him with love and amusement fore I was usually the one to lose something. Whatever it was, he found it soon enough, letting out a sigh of relief. He turned in his seat to face me, with whatever he had been looking for hidden in the palm of his hand. Taking another deep breath, I was guessing, to gather his courage and maybe to rein in his nerves. Brian's actions were making my own nerves go haywire. Suddenly, I did not quite know what to do with my hands. Giving up on trying to think of something to do with them, I just decided to lace my fingers together; placing them in my lap and squeezing tight to keep them from shaking. I could tell that Brian was worried; he had a tendency to scratch his chin whenever this was so, but for the life of me, I did not know why. That is until he stared to speak. "Erika, there's no real easy way to say this, so I'll just come right out and say it. But, you have to promise me that you'll keep an open mind." This time he waited for my nod before he took a couple of deep breaths and continued. "We... are not... really brother and sister." The jumble of emotions that swirled around inside me because of those words was too hard to name as just simple confusion. If given the time to look back on that moment, I still do not think that I could even come close to naming a single one. Having the need to give voice to even a small measure of my feelings, I had to ask, "What do you mean that we are not really brother and sister? We do have the same parents, Lame Brain." He apparently knew me better that I thought for he reached over the arm of his seat, pulling onto his lap a black leather briefcase that Brian must have stashed there, out of sight. He must have known that I would need proof, because he opened the briefcase and started pulling out various papers. Like newspaper clippings about a plane crash from years before. Legal documents that I could not have made heads or tails of at the time even if I tried. In addition, there was correspondence from Children and Family Services to Mr. Brian Lander Sr. and Mrs. Jessica Lander, and back again. Finally, he placed in my hands a birth certificate with my name on it and the names of a Mike Jennings and a Sarah Carter. I looked at all those papers, those documents, and was stunned. I did not know what to say. All I could do was look at Brian, pleading, no begging, with my eyes for an explanation. I knew then that I did not want to hear it, but at the same time, knowing that whatever it was, good or bad, I had to know. I wanted and needed the truth. He started slow, "The people that you know as your mother and father were actually the best friends and business partners of your birth parents." He said this while pointing to the birth certificate. "You can see their names were Mike and Sarah Jennings, and before you ask. Yes, they were married. Mom told me that I was even at their wedding, as the ring barer, I think. "Anyway, when you were about five months old your parents brought you over to our house. From what I discovered, they had to go to New York because of a family emergency. Mom and Dad offered to care for you; I think it was because of your age that Mike and Sarah had decided not to take you along. "From what Mom and Dad have told me, and the time I took to read through all of this," indicating the pile papers in my lap, "your parents got to JFK Airport just fine. Mom said that they were suppose to be there for two week, but had finished early. She told them to take the extra time to enjoy the sites, but they would not listen, telling her that they wanted to get home to you. Mom kept urging them to stay until the end of the two week, telling your mother that you were doing just fine. However, Sarah would not even listen, saying that their flight was boarding and she had to go, and that they would call again when their plane landed. " Brian reached over, pulled news clippings from the bottom, and after quickly scanning them, he handed me one that contained a public copy of the crash report. "The F.A.A. said the 46 minutes into the flight there was a short in the electrical system of the starboard wing, caused by faulty wiring. The sparks from the short ignited the plane's fuel that caused an explosion large enough to break the wing from the body of the plane. The cockpit crew did everything they could to bring the rest of the plane down safely, even though they were fighting a losing battle. When the plane when down, it tumbled end over end, leaving no survivors." Tears were rolling, unchecked, down my cheeks while I went through the jumble of papers on my lap. The various news clippings about the initial crash, the investigation, and the memorial services for the victims all confirmed what Brian had told me. Setting those aside, I attempted to read the legal documents and correspondence, but was unable to read any of it through my tears. Brian gathered me in his arms, not caring that everything fell to the floor or crushed between us. Rocking me back and fourth like his mother always did for me whenever I got overly emotional. "I am sorry that you had to find out like this. But, when looking at you future, there was no other choice." He held me closer when I tried to pull away. "Dad told me that it wasn't until a week or two later, when him and Mom were going through your parents' things, that they found you father's will. "I personally have not seen it, but according to Dad, and also Mom, it states that everything, their house, cars, property, their half of the business, all assets were to be left to you in trust till your twenty-first birthday. My father and your parent's own attorney, Uncle Frank, were named as your trustees. Moreover, neither one would ever want to see anything that is rightfully yours to be taken from you. There was some brief involvement by Children and Family Services, who wanted to put you into a foster home until everything was sorted out. Personally, I think they wanted to get their hands on your inheritance. "Thanks to Uncle Frank's fast talking, along with Mom and Dad, the whole issue of foster care was avoided. Thanks also to your father's will, which also named my parent's as your legal guardians. Dad said that he was not happy with just being your guardian, so he looked into adopting you. I think your father must have thought of that, because Mom and Dad both wanted a little girl, fore in his will he stated that, in so many words, it was not possible. Your last name was allowed to be changed, but under the terms of your father's will, you were not to be adopted or you would lose everything. So, Mom and Dad had your last name legally changed to Lander and raised you as their own." Staring at the scattered papers without really seeing them, refusing to look at Brian for fear the thin hold I had on my emotions would snap. In a strained voice, I asked, "But why... Why I was not told about this is the question? Why is it that Mama and Papa did not tell me this themselves? Why did they keep this from me?" "I pose the very same questions to them myself, more or less. The only answers I could get from either of them were that they thought it best not to tell you at the time. Dad said that he wanted you to feel as though you were truly part of a family and not just an outsider. Apparently, Mom tried telling you several times over the years, but when it came right down to it, she just could not make herself do it. Maybe, in her mind, she thought that if she had told you, she might have lost you as a daughter." He slipped a finger under my chin and gently forced me to look him in the eyes. "Please believe me when I tell you that everything Mom, Dad and Uncle Frank did for you back then it was because of the love they had for Mike and Sarah Jennings." Suddenly, memories from my childhood rushed in on me. Memories of this woman, whom I only knew as my mother, always treating me a little better than the way my friends were treated by their own mothers. Memories of the man, whom I loved as a father, when he gave me cookies behind Mom's back or took me to buy my first pair of high-heeled shoes. More memories rushed in from all different directions so fast that I had to sit back, but Brian would not let go. Trying to put everything he had just told me in order with my memories, I could see the subtle signs and hints that made me see the truth of what he was saying. I had to find out if I was the only one kept in the dark about all this, "When did you find out about all this? Or, did you know the entire time?" Brian relaxed enough for me to pull back, and see a shocked expression on his handsome face, "Don't you think that if I had known all this time I would have told you years ago? I only found out about this the summer before last, just after your sixteenth birthday. Mom had called me into Dad's office where he had been waiting. At first, I thought I had fucked up big time somehow, but then after I was sitting down, at Mom's urging, they starting telling me the truth and showed me all of this. When I asked them why they were telling me first, and not you, Dad plainly stated that he had been watching us over the years. He said that they both could tell that I have loved you more than just a sister for a long time." Looking at him, my heart racing a wild tattoo, trying to figure out what he was trying to tell me... Then it hit me, right between the eyes. This unbelievablely sexy man, whose strong arms were around me, who I believed to be my brother when he really was not? Realizing that he was the same man, who as a boy, wouldn't stop his teasing and tormenting until I either fought back with violence or retaliated in kind. Seeing him, and myself, in a new light as feelings of joy, wonder, and pure elation bubbled up inside. Not giving Brian any warning, I threw my arms around his shoulders, and gave him a hot, passionate kiss that caused us to slam him back in his seat. I almost could not believe that he all but admitted that he was in love with me. Me. The same girl who, in a fit of jealous rage when I was 14, had put five pounds of mashed up bananas in his shoes before he left his senior prom. Just because I thought, he was in love with his date and not me. I guess I was wrong about him the whole time. Brian quickly began to respond with a passion that doubled my own. Our tongues wrestled as our mouths open for one another. My body tingled as I felt his hands slide along the clothed skin of my back to my sides where he ran his fingertips up and down, from my underarms to my waist. The massage he was giving my sides made goose bumps raise up all over my body. Without breaking our hot steamy kiss, I pushed the briefcase off his lap onto the floor of the plane, and swung one of my legs over his thighs so that I was straddling him. His hands left my sides, bringing a whimper from deep inside me. Opening my legs wider, I pushed my hip closer to rub my panty and shorts covered pussy on the growing bulge at the front of his trousers. I pulled my mouth away from his, working my way slowly along his clean-shaven jaw line, swirling my tongue along the smooth skin, over to his ear. My tongue swirled all around his ear until finally I reached his earlobe. Feeling a bit naughty, and wanting to be nasty, well at least as nasty as an inexperienced virgin can get, I flicked the lobe back and fourth with the tip of my tongue. Brian moaned in my own ear as his hands finally cupped my sensitive breasts and started to kneed them toward my hardening nipples that he pinched and rubbed between his thumb and middle finger, tapping my hyper-sensitive nipple tips with his index finger a few time before moving back to the base of my breasts to start again. The work his hands were doing on my breasts had made my pussy grow wet as I rubbed it faster on his hardening cock. The only thing that I wanted right then was to know what his cock was going to feel like deep inside me. Still sucking and licking on his ear, my arms dropped from his shoulders so that I could start undoing his belt then work on opening his trousers. Needing another taste of his mouth, I let go of his ear and plunged my tongue into his mouth while I pulled on his stubborn belt that refused to come undone. After fighting with his belt for a few minutes, I broke the kiss and leaned back on his thighs. My breathing was heavy and ragged when I looked at him and said, with a smile, "You're just going to have to undo you own belt, because my hands are shaking just too much." He gave me a small laugh as he smiled at me. Oh, my God! He looked even hotter than before with his lips swollen from our kisses. Putting his large hands on either side of my small waist, he lifted me off his lap as though I weighed nothing at all, and set me down on the seat next to him. Embarrassed at my own behavior and feeling rejected at the same time. Wanting to apologize, I looked up at him, but the words stuck in throat when I saw what he was doing. Brian was no longer in his seat, but rather standing in front of me. Wondering why as I watched him not only undo his belt, but also unzipping the fly of his trousers and undoing the button. Looking at his face, I saw that his smile was still there but it had changed somehow into something else that, at the time, I was not able to define. "What are you doing Brian?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. In way of answer, he dropped his trousers to the floor and I could see that he had nothing on underneath. My eyes grew wide when I saw his cock. It was just as tanned as the rest of him, because his nude sunbathing, hard and so long that it must have been at least ten inches. Brian just stood there, probably waiting to see what I would do. I do not know what came over me at that point, but I reached up and wrapped my slender fingers around his manhood, they did not even touch on the other side. This meant that his cock was a large three inches in diameter. My friends had told me that they would rub their hands up and down their boyfriends' cocks to get them hard and make them orgasm. I made up my mind to do the same thing to Brian. Therefore, I slowly moved my hand up and down the full length of his shaft, from the head to the base causing a moan to come from the man I love. Hearing him, I thought I had hurt him and tried to remove my hand, but he stopped me by placing his over mine and directing me to continue. "Hmmmmmmm, oh, Erika, that feels good." His words gave me the courage to try something else my friends had told me. Opening my mouth, I stuck out my tongue and began to lick his cock up and down. I swirled his cock head inside my mouth that brought deeper moans from Brian. I do not know what had come over me at that point, but I just wanted to make him fell good. Therefore, I opened my mouth wider that even I had thought possible before, I pushed my head down along the length of his cock. Now, Jen, my best friend, had told me that she enjoyed to deep throat her boyfriend as often as she could. She had also told me how she was able to do this. Therefore, again I went by what she had told me to do. I relaxed the muscles of my throat as much as I could and pushed my mouth down the full entire length of Brian's delicious cock, all the way down to the base. I could tell that Brian really liked this, because once I had pulled my mouth slowly back up his length he grabbed my head with his hands on either side and started to pump his cock in and out of my mouth. Not knowing what else to do, I reached up with both hands to caress his balls for him. This must have really sent him over the edge, because he could only fuck my mouth a few more time before he pushed all the way in and shot load after load of cum down my throat, filling my stomach with hot sperm. His hands had gone limp allowing me to pull my mouth off his now semi-hard cock, tasting his cum as his shaft left my mouth. Moreover, from what I could taste, saying this without any doubt, I love the taste of his spunk. Not bothering to pull his trousers back up, Brian collapsed onto the seat next to me. His breathing was raspy and heavy when he pulled me to snuggle into his side. "Where did you learn how to do that?" Lifting my chin to look at him, "Please tell me that you haven't done that to anyone else." I could tell that if I told him I had done that to somebody else it would hurt him, so I decided to be truthful, "I've never done that to anybody else." I could feel heat rising to my cheeks. "Jen told me how. She said that she loves doing for her boyfriend and I just thought that you would like it to." Looking at him and hoping that he really did like it. He pulled me closer to him for another passionate kiss. Unfortunately, this one was too short. "Let me put it this way." Grabbing my left hand in his, I watched as he slipped a beautiful diamond and sapphire ring onto my ring finger then lifted my hand to his lips. "I can't wait till our wedding night, when I can make you mine for the rest of our lives." Never in any of my wildest dreams had I ever thought that Brian would ask me to marry him. Granted, it was because I thought we were brother and sister, which turned out to be a wonderful lie. For my own peace of mind, there was something I had to know first. "Mom and Dad told you two years ago, right? Why didn't you tell me the truth then?" "That is a very simple answer." He said as he bent over to grab his pants. "First off, I had a lot of thinking to do. I had to figure out what I wanted for my future. If I wanted you to be a part of it and if so what would that part be? Once I figured out that I wanted you to be a major part of my future, I also realized that I did not want you to be just my sister. I do not think that I could have lived like that. Seeing you all the time and not being able to tell you how I really feel, that I love you more than my own life. I would have died inside. Therefore, I made up my mind to tell you the truth about your past, but I had to wait for the right time. Because I also had to wait until you turned eighteen so that I could also ask you to be my wife. I know that you became an adult three weeks ago, but there was a lot of things that I had to finish with before I could tell you." Looking at him skeptically, "What things?" "Ah, you're curious I see. But, before I answer that one, you still have an answer to give me." Standing up so that he could pull up his pants, having them in place along with his belt, he came over to stand in front of me. I sucked in a breath when I saw that he was getting down on one knee right there on the plane. He took my left hand in his, and said, "Erika, will you so me the honor of becoming my bride? I promise that I will love you in everyway you deserve for the rest of our lives. Please, will you marry me?" Teasing Ch. 03 I sat there looking at him for a full minute before I dove at him, knocking him to the floor and kissed him all over his face. Laughing he rolled me over so that he was on top. Pulling back enough to look at me, "Does that mean you will? You'll marry me and make me the happiest man alive?" All I could do was nod as I pulled him down for another deep passion filled kiss. Dimly we heard the captain announce that we would be landing in fifteen minutes. Brian pulled away first to get up, pulling me up with, "I'll get the papers picked up before we land while you go in the restroom to change." Though I was puzzled, I did as he told me to, this time. Entering the amazingly good size restroom, I saw a garment bag hung on hook, a box on the counter, and a shopping bag on the floor. There was a card hanging from the bag's zipper that simply read, "Thank you for saying yes." Shaking my head, I smiled as I opened it to reveal a beautiful knee length white summer dress with thin shoulder straps. This made me laugh, because I bought a nightgown very similar to it. The box contained delicate three-inch heeled sandals, also in white. Looking in the shopping bag I found shear white thigh high nylons and a lacey garter belt, though I looked, there were no panties and no bra. I guess Brian wanted to know that I would barely have anything on under the dress. Since we only had a few minutes until we landed, I dress quickly. As I put each item on, I found myself amazed even more, because everything fit as though made for me. Before exiting the restroom, I let my hair down to cascade down my back with all the curls that I hoped Brian would like. Stepping out I could see Brian bent over the briefcase as he was putting our papers away. Since we only had less than two minutes left, I cleared my throat and walked over to him. Brian turned to me, his eyes nearly popped out of his head as he slowly stood up with a big grin on his face. Not being able to resist the urge, I twirled in a quick circle, letting the flowing skirt flare out around my thighs, knowing that he could see the garter belt underneath as I did so. "Do you like it? You should. You were more than likely the one who picked it out." All Brian was capable of doing was staring at me and nodding his head as we sat down in our seats and buckled up for the landing.