8 comments/ 34386 views/ 23 favorites High Expectations Ch. 01 By: MarriPetX My brother and I were never close. He's four years older than me, so most of the time he treated me like I was a pain in the ass. Which I usually was. I tended to follow him around, especially when he had friends over, and basically did my best to be as obnoxious as ever. And because he was older, he was able to go out on dates and stay up later, which was just not fair in my mind. I turned eighteen when I was a senior in high school, and one night my brother was home visiting from college. My parents were out and we had strict instructions to have no visitors, even though we were both technically adults, because it was "their house" after all. So I came home after work and decided to rummage around in the freezer in the basement for some ice cream. I walked into the basement den when I realized my brother was down there with a girl. I should have just left or walked louder so he heard me. But I didn't. I figured I'd try to catch him in the act, maybe get some ammo for the next time he tried to get me in trouble with our parents. I peeked around the corner, careful to be quiet. Turned out I had nothing to worry about. He was shirtless and in his boxers and the girl was naked except for her socks. I was amazed. I'd read a sex-ed book at school and my friends and I had looked up some information on the internet, but I'd never imagined just what a penis looked like. I watched as the girl touched his penis, and it grew bigger and bigger. She kissed it and licked it, which struck me as just weird, but he obviously liked it. He made noises and she kept licking and putting it in her mouth. Then he turned her onto her back and pulled off his boxers. He got in between her legs and put his penis in her vagina. I was expecting to be grossed out, but it made my own crotch feel funny. I watched and listened as they moved together. I touched myself and noticed how good it felt. When they were done, I ran upstairs and locked myself in my room until I could figure out what to do. In the end, I never said anything, but I thought about it a lot. A month or so later, I had my first real date. I'd never been a popular person but it didn't bother me. For whatever reason, dating hadn't appealed to me either. But, I remembered how happy my brother had looked when he had that girl over, so I took it upon myself to try out some of what I'd seen my brother do. So, I took my date's pants down and touched, licked, and sucked his penis. I was rewarded with a fist in my hair, holding my head in place, and a mouthful of hot, sticky liquid. I spat it out as soon as I could. All in all, I was not impressed. It didn't feel like I imagined it would. When he wanted to have sex, I said no. Something was missing. I went to prom. I graduated. Still no sex. My friends thought I was weird. I thought I was weird. I went off to my first semester of college. I came home for Christmas break and my brother was home. He still treated me like a pain in the ass. On New Year's Eve, our parents went out. He went out. I stayed home. He came home a little before midnight, looking grumpy. I talked to him for a bit before I realized he was drunk. I went back up to my room. I must have fallen asleep. At some point, I woke up and went to the bathroom, and heard him inside. I was going to just wait but I knelt down and looked in the key hole, wondering what I would see. He was pulling his pants up and fastening his belt. I missed my chance to see it again. I looked for another second or so and he pulled open the door, catching me red-handed. I was so embarrassed. We stared at each other. I licked my lips. He licked his. "Sis, what in the hell are you doing?" "I was just... I was... I had to pee." "On the floor?" "No, not on the floor!" "Why were you looking?" "I don't know. Curiosity, I guess." "What are you curious about?" "Honestly?" I took a deep breath. He was drunk. He wouldn't remember. "I was curious about your penis..." "My penis?" His voice was surprised and he smiled. "My PENIS? No one calls it a penis." "What is it, then?" "Well, mine is a cock." "Then I guess I was curious about your cock." "What about it?" "I saw you once. You put it in a girl's mouth. And then her vagina." "You mean her pussy." "Sure. Yeah you put your cock in her pussy." "So?" "It looked like it felt good." "Of course it feels good. Jesus, Sis, you'd think you'd never fucked before." "I haven't." "Seriously?" His eyebrow was up. He was amazed. "Nope." "Why not?" "I don't know. I guess I never found a cock I liked." "Did you like mine?" I nodded. "Do you want to see it again?" High Expectations Ch. 02 Did I want to see his cock? I did. But that was just weird, right? He just waited for me to answer. He was always much more patient than I was. He did sway a bit, reminding me that he was drunk and wouldn't remember any of this. "Yes, I do want to see your cock." He grinned and undid his button. He lowered his fly and slid his pants down. He wasn't even wearing boxers. It wasn't hard, but it wasn't soft either. Back in high school, my friends referred to this state as a "semi." He looked down at me and grabbed his cock, rubbing it up and down. It grew bigger and bigger as he played with it. I was still sitting on the floor and my vagina, or my pussy, was feeling funny all over again. Now, I recognized it as arousal. I had to shift my weight and felt the top of my thighs and how wet they were. I hadn't worn panties to bed, I never did. Now I wished I had. When I stood up, he might see it. And I didn't want to risk that. He stopped tugging on it and looked down at me. "So? Do you like it?" "Yes," I said. "I do." He laughed. I blushed. "Why are you laughing?" I demanded. "I'm sorry, Sis," he said. "You just look funny sitting there like a little kid staring up at me and my junk." He stopped laughing and walked closer to me. He put his hand on the side of my head and tilted it so he could look at me more closely. I tried to turn away but he held me still. "Look, I'm sorry. I really am. Don't be mad at me." I shrugged. "Fine. I'm not mad." He leaned down and kissed the top of my head. His cock was only inches away from me. I wanted to open my mouth and pull it in, but I didn't let myself do that. He backed up and took hold of it again. "Do you still like it?" I laughed. I couldn't help it. "Yes, I still like it." "Do you want to watch me?" "I am watching you." "I mean, do you want to watch me come?" Come. I'd read "Fifty Shades." I wasn't a total moron about the idea of sex. And I'd had it shot down my throat before. I still felt nauseated whenever I thought about it. "I don't like it down my throat," I said. "Um, no, I was going to just... Well, I guess you would call it masturbate." He was blushing now. "Oh. Well... Okay." He started rubbing it faster and faster. He held himself up with one hand against the doorjamb and closed his eyes. He rocked back and forth and started making grunting noises. His breath sped up and he started to pant. My thighs were now very wet. I reached down and touched my pussy. I slid my fingers in just an inch or so then rubbed my clitoris. I rubbed it in time to his movements. He gasped and let out a low moan. His cock pumped out his come. Most of it fell to the ground, but one particularly strong jet of it landed in my hair. And I didn't care. I rubbed myself and gave my clitoris a little squeeze. I started to pant, too. I came hard. My thighs were more wet than ever. We both took slow, deep breaths. He looked at me in silence. Finally he said, "I need to go to bed. I... I didn't mean... I mean, I'm sorry that I..." I cut him off. "Don't be sorry. I liked it. I liked watching you play with your cock." "And I liked watching you play with your pussy." "Maybe..." "Maybe what?" he said, his voice low and husky. "Maybe we can... Do it again?" "Maybe," he said. He swayed again and I remembered that he was drunk. He would have no memory of this. He pulled up his pants and walked away, back to his own room. I went into the bathroom and stared at my reflection. The little bit of come was shiny in my hair. I slid my hand down and pulled most of it off. I used the toilet and used the hand towel to wipe up the mess on the floor. I went back to bed and stared at the ceiling. I put my hand over my nose, smelling his come. I put it over my mouth and tasted it. It was salty. But it wasn't bad. I fell asleep thinking about his cock. I was almost sad that he wouldn't remember our night. Or would he? High Expectations Ch. 03 My parents got up late the next morning. My father drank black coffee in a seemingly never-ending supply. My mother drank water. Both of them complained of headaches and stomach issues. I hung around for a while then got antsy. My dad and I didn't always get along and if he was already cranky, I didn't need to give him any more reasons to stay that way. My brother's bedroom door was closed. He wasn't a morning person. Even at noon. I gathered up my wallet and phone and headed for the garage. I figured I'd be better off driving around rather than sitting home listening to daytime TV. I got into my car and backed out. My brother was standing on the sidewalk, hand shading his eyes from the sun. I blushed, remembering the taste of him on my hand. He smiled sheepishly and gestured for me to open my window. "Hey, Sis," he said, bending down. "Where are you going?" "I don't know. I thought I might go to the mall or something. Just get out of the house for a while." "Sounds good. Can I come? I'll treat you to a movie." "Um, okay." He got in the car and I had to force myself to look at the road. He said "come" and I was jelly again. I pulled out into traffic and we rode in silence. "So are there any movies that you wanted to see?" he asked as I parked out in front of the cinema and food court. "Not really. I don't usually go to the movies." "Why not?" "Too expensive." He shook his head and sighed as he got out. "Jesus, Sis, how old ARE you? Don't you have any fun at all?" "Yes," I said, not liking his tone at all. He dropped it, and I was grateful. We walked into the mall and I followed him to the cinema. I looked at the posters, hoping something would pop out to me. He left me standing there and went to the ticket counter. He came back, two tickets in hand. "Ready?" "What movie are we watching?" I asked, trying to push away my annoyance at not being asked. "I know how much you love romances..." I groaned. "I HATE romances." He laughed. "I know. Give me some credit. I got us tickets to one of those action and testosterone movies. You saw the commercial on TV. You looked interested." I didn't remember any commercials, but he was probably right. I tended to zone out when the TV was on at night. He led me down the hallway and into a darkened theater. Neither of us bought popcorn or soda. There were a lot of empty seats. He headed right for the ones in the back row. "Why are we all the way back here?" "I don't like being too close." The previews hadn't started yet. We were very early. There were a few trivia questions on the screen and we took turns answering them. A few more people came in, but no one sat anywhere near us. The lights went down and we watched the trailers. The rest of the lights turned off, leaving us in the dark. I started feeling a little uncomfortable. Our elbows kept bumping into each other. At least we couldn't really see each other. My face felt like it was nearly purple. The dialogue in the movie was ridiculous and the effects were mediocre. Some of the other people in the theater started chatting. I sighed and wished I'd just stayed home. "What's up?" he asked, poking me with his elbow again. "This movie basically sucks." "You don't like it?" "Not particularly." He muttered something that sounded a lot like "spoilsport." A few more minutes went by and the hero and heroine of the movie started making out. It was a loud scene, lots of moaning and groaning. I straightened up again, thinking about the night before. "Hey, uh, Sis, can I ask you something?" "What?" He rubbed his hand over his face and looked at me. "Last night..." "What about it?" "Did you um... I mean did I... Did you watch me jerk off?" I blushed all over again. "Um... Yes, yes I did." I couldn't lie even if I wanted to. He glanced around at the ceiling and walls. The actors on screen were getting into it. Big time. She pulled her sweater off, revealing a tiny, lacy bra. He picked her up and carried her to the table. My brother poked me again. "So... You said that you'd never fucked anyone?" "No." "Why not?" "I never found anyone I wanted to have sex with." We fell back into silence. The sex scene ended. But I could have sworn that something was touching my leg. I stared up at the screen, not willing to look down and see for myself. The hand got higher and higher, finally resting on my upper thigh. "Hey," he whispered into my ear, his other hand touching my cheek. "Look at me." I looked. His face was tender. He kept stroking my leg. I should have pulled away. But I couldn't. He leaned in and kissed my forehead, then my chin, then my cheek and leaned back. I didn't say anything. I didn't back up. I just stared. He leaned in again and whispered, "Tell me no." I didn't. I shook my head. He smiled and put his hand on my cheek. He tilted his head the way he wanted it and leaned forward. He kissed my forehead, then the nose. Then he kissed my lips. I didn't want to respond. But I did. I kissed him back, letting him slip his tongue between my teeth. He pulled himself over, even closer to me. Our tongues touched and we both sighed. We didn't break the kiss. His hand kept massaging my thigh. My hand travelled almost by itself and tangled into his hair. The movie kept going. But I had absolutely no idea what was going on. We kissed and our hands wandered just enough to keep things interesting. And that was how I made out with my brother. The lights came back up and people left. We just looked at each other, my heart pounding in my chest. "What now?" I asked. "You tell me." High Expectations Ch. 04 "I guess we should start by leaving." He smiled again. "Okay. Lead on." I got up and he followed me out of the theater. We went into the mall and headed for the parking lot. We got to the door and stopped short. "Holy..." "Shit," he finished. While we'd been in the movie, it had started to snow. And it was snowing hard. There was a security guard standing by the doors and he held up his hands for us to stop. "The roads are awful," he said. "Do you have a long ride home?" "Not really," my brother said. "Then I'd get going before it gets much worse." We walked out to the car and I kept my balance. For a while. About a yard or so away from the car, my feet just slipped out from under me. I let out a yell and landed on my bottom. He crouched down and helped me sit up, his eyebrows furrowed. "Are you okay?" "I think so," I said. I tried to sit up higher and gasped. My ankle was on fire. "What is it?" "My ankle. I must have twisted it." He helped me off of the ground and propped me up while he opened the passenger door. He plunked me down and I finagled my leg inside. I pulled the door closed and he went around to his side. "Do you want me to stop at the ER?" "No. I'm fine. Really." He narrowed his eyes again but didn't contradict me. He turned on the ignition and pulled out the scraper. Soon he had the car cleared off and the heat was managing to warm me up. He checked the headlights and carefully backed out of the spot. He drove in silence, stealing glances at me from time to time. But mostly he watched the road. I couldn't see more than a few feet ahead of us. Every so often, the car would slide or a plow would come up in front of us and he would have to turn to the shoulder to let it by. After a few minutes, I was sweating. "Son of a bitch," he muttered, pulling off the road and putting on the hazards. "What's wrong?" "I can't see. This is awful, the guy was right." "What should we do?" "There's a hotel at the next exit. Honestly, I don't think it's safe to keep driving. We can call Mom and let her know where we are." A hotel. With my brother. Alone. "Okay, if you're sure." "I am. I don't want to get us dead out here." He pulled back onto the road and we creeped along to the next exit. I called our mother on my cell phone and told her the plan. She didn't argue, she was just happy that we found somewhere to wait it out. He parked in the hotel parking lot in front of the office and I waited in the car, not willing to risk slipping again. I thought about the movie, or I should say the kissing. The movie was a blur. But the kissing wasn't. I touched my lips and remembered how soft and warm his mouth was, how his tongue brushed mine. It made my crotch, oh sorry, my PUSSY, tingle. I resisted the urge to stroke it. He would be coming out any time and I didn't want to be caught at it. He came out a few minutes later holding up a keycard. He got into the car and drove to the other end of the parking lot, in front of a ground floor level door. He got out and opened the door and turned on the light. He came back to the car and opened my door. He helped me get out and practically carried me inside. Once I was sitting on one of the room's double beds, he went back out and locked up the car. He came into the room and locked the door behind him. He pulled the blinds, blocking out the sight of the snow and headlights on the plows. He took off his coat and reached for mine. I gave it to him and our fingers brushed against each other. My face was hot and he gave me a lopsided grin. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you tonight. Can you take off your shoes?" "My shoes?" "So we can look at your ankle." "Oh. Right." I untied my shoes, thankful that I'd worn loose-fitting, worn out sneakers. I kicked the left one off and reached down to ease off the right. I sucked in my breath a bit. It was swollen, I knew that much already. He crouched on the floor in front of me and took the shoe out of my hand. He peeled down the sock, much more gently than I had ever known he could be. He touched my ankle lightly and I sucked in my breath. "Sorry," he said. "Do you want me to go get you some ice? The machine is right around the corner." "Okay, if you want." He got up and left, empty bucket in his hand. I slid backwards on the bed, wincing. I pulled out the pillows and set them up behind my back. Within a minute, he came in the door. He locked up again and went into the bathroom, coming out with a hand towel. I watched him wrap ice in it. He got a pillow from the other bed and gently lifted my ankle onto it. He lowered the ice towel onto it and sat on the side of the mattress. "Feeling any better?" "Not really." He got up and got plastic cups from the counter. "Are you thirsty? There's a soda machine out there, too." "You can relax a little bit. You keep getting up and leaving." He blushed. He actually blushed. "I don't... I mean, I just don't want to..." His voice trailed off. It was my turn to blush. "If you want some sodas or snacks, then sure. But maybe you should just get it all at once. You're going to freeze." He grinned. "I like how you worry about me, Sis. I'll be back." He go up and left again. I stared up at the ceiling. We were going to be here all night. Alone. But we had beds. He came in a few minutes later, his arms full. He shut the door with his foot and set the loot on the table. "I got you some chips. And an ice cream bar. You still like those, right?" "Yes." He sat next to me on the bed and we ate ice cream. I was having trouble swallowing. The kissing during the movie kept popping up into my mind. He watched me as I ate. He had turned the TV on and a newscaster was covering the weather. She said it was going to last well into the early morning hours and would still be a mess at lunchtime. I finished the ice cream. I wrapped the stick in the paper and set it on the stand next to me. I shifted my weight and slid my legs off the side of the mattress. He looked up, concern plain on his face. "What are you doing?" "I have to use the bathroom." "Do you need help?" "I don't think so." I got up and limped into the bathroom. I shut and locked the door behind me and turned on the lights. I sat and washed my face on a towel. I could hear him walking around in the other room. He was flipping channels, presumably bored with the news. I flushed and stood up. I stared at my reflection. There was a bathrobe hanging on the back of the door. I took off my pants and bra, standing there in my panties and shirt. I pulled the robe on and looked at myself some more. I reached down and swiped under my arms and down my neck with the washcloth. Then I rubbed it across my pussy. The warmth of the material and the slightly roughened texture made me gasp. I was cleaning myself before bed, like I always did, but I never wanted to stop. Soon, I was climaxing again. I tried to keep my lips together and muffle the sound, but I was sure he could hear me. I rinsed the cloth and hung it up. I tied the robe and jumped when he knocked on the door. "Are you okay in there?" "Yeah, sorry, I'm fine. I'm coming right out." I took a deep breath and held it for a count of ten. Then I opened the door and stepped back into the room. He was staring at me. I held the edges of the robe together. We just looked at each other. "What are you doing?" "Shut up." "Julie..." "Mark. I said shut up." High Expectations Ch. 05 He shut up. He just stared at me. I tried my best not to limp, but I still lacked balance. I walked to him and managed to tip forward. He caught me, standing up and putting his arms out. I fell into his chest and put my hands near his shoulders. I looked up at him and he wrapped one arm behind my waist and the other around my shoulders. "Julie, I don't know about this." "About what?" Now it was his turn to blush. I was warm all over and I wished I'd had more experience. I had no idea what to do. "You're my sister." "Yes, I am." He rolled his eyes. "That's not usually a selling point for relationships." "Wouldn't that depend on the type of relationship?" He shook his head. "I forgot how much you like to argue." "Who's arguing?" "Look," he said, stepping back just a few inches but keeping his hands on me, "watching you last night was hot. It was very hot. And the movie was hot, too. But that should be where it ends, shouldn't it? It shouldn't have happened in the first place. I don't know what got into me." "Mark..." "No," he said, easing himself out of the embrace. "I can't. We can't. It's not right." "Who says?" "Every law book in the country?" "I think that's about marriage. And I don't want to get married." "What DO you want?" I sat on the edge of the bed and let the robe open, revealing my shirt and bare legs. His eyes slid down then came back up o rest on mine. What did I want? I wanted a lot of things. I wanted to understand. And I knew I shouldn't want to touch him. Or want him to touch me. But I did. Right or wrong, I did. "I want to see what you feel like." He licked his lips but shook his head again. "We can't." "Why not?" "Because you're my little sister. I'm supposed to take care of you." "You can take care of me. You can show me what all of the fuss is about." "What do you mean?" "I never had sex with anyone. I gave one blow job. And I never wanted to touch anyone or have them touch me. I don't know why." "So, you're seriously a virgin? Like, completely?" "Yes." "Because you didn't want anyone to touch you?" "Yes." "What's different now?" "You're my big brother. I know you care about me. I know you want to take care of me. And I think I was waiting because I never found a guy that was enough like you." He knelt on the floor in front of me, touching the edge of the robe. He looked up at me, his eyes wide. I reached down for him and he took my hand. I pulled him to a standing position and he stood looking down at me. I slid the robe off of my shoulders and he backed up. "Don't..." "Why?" "Because then I'll want to take the other clothes off, too." My heart sped up. I'd heard similar lines over the years, but they had only annoyed or even repulsed me. "Then, take yours off," I said, before I could stop myself. "Why?" He grinned at me. He pulled his shirt up and over his head, revealing his bare chest and stomach. I'd seen it a million times before. But it looked different to me now. It wasn't all rigid or smooth, and I wasn't a waxed, hairless expanse. There were tufts of chest hair around his nipples and down his stomach. His stomach wasn't hard, but it wasn't soft either. It looked like any number of men's chests and stomach. But I didn't care about theirs. "Do you want me to take mine off?" I said, reaching for the bottom of my own shirt. He frowned and blocked my hands. "No. Not yet." I was going to protest but he didn't give me the chance. He leaned forward and caught my chin with his free hand. He tilted my head and kissed me. This time he wasn't hesitant. He slid his tongue between my lips and moved it back and forth along mine. He leaned forward and I allowed myself to be pushed onto my back. He straddled my hips, still kissing me. I reached up and slid my fingers in his hair. He let out a low moan and pulled back a few inches. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Nothing. But I don't trust myself if I get you out of your clothes." "But..." "No buts," he said, grinning again. "Listen to your big brother." He slid his hand up and over my shirt, lightly grazing my nipple. Now it was my turn to moan. He repeated the motion with his other hand. I had no idea it could feel this good, just to have someone touch me through a shirt. I touched his back and tried to pull him closer. He straightened up, his eyebrows crinkled up again. "What's wrong?" "I don't want to do anything you'll regret later." "I won't." He licked his lips and cocked his head to the side. That had always reminded me of our old beagle but somehow it didn't look silly this time. "You said you've given a blowjob before?" "Yes." "Did you like it?" "No. It made me gag and it was really hot and sticky." "What if I just take off my pants and you can... Explore my body. Basically you can just do whatever you want." "Okay." "But your clothes stay on." I wanted to pout or stamp my foot. But I didn't. I wanted to see him naked too much to risk it. "Fine." He stood up and unbuckled his belt. He dropped his pants to the ground, revealing a pair of plaid boxer shorts. He kicked off his shoes and socks and pulled down the covers on the other bed. He sat at the edge and beckoned me over. I got up and stood in front of him. "Take my boxers off," he said. "Then I'll know you really want to do this." I bent over and slid them down. He lifted his hips to let me pull them off completely. His cock was sticking straight up in the air and was hard as a rock. He laid back and spread his arms. "Go ahead," he said. "You said you were curious." I climbed on the bed and knelt between his legs. I touched his thighs, enjoying the crinkly hairs. I touched his stomach, tracing the line of hair between his navel and his pelvis. Finally, I touched his cock. He sucked in his breath and his eyes snapped open. I met his gaze and he said, "Don't do anything you don' want to do, Julie." "I won't." I wrapped my hand around his cock and started stroking it up and down. I got closer to it, prepared for the overpowering smell. Thankfully, his scent was very different. I watched the head as I stroked, loving the way it moved with my rhythm. A few drops of liquid popped out and I thought about how his cum had tasted the night before. I leaned down and kissed the head, making him gasp and clench his fists on the sheets. I watched him as he watched me. I licked the area under the head and ended up with the very tip in my mouth. He was breathing heavily and he started moving his hips up and down. I got a better grip on his cock and slid my mouth over the head. I watched his eyes as I started sucking. It was so much different than it had been with my ex-boyfriend. Mark wasn't grabbing my hair or holding my head in place. He wasn't shoving it down my throat. And he wasn't making weird animal noises. "Julie, I'm gonna cum." "Okay," I said, my mouth still around his cock. "No, I'm gonna cum," he moaned. "If you don't want it in your mouth..." "I told you to shut up, remember?" I said. "So shut up and cum in your sister's mouth." "Oh Christ, here it comes..." And he did. He let out a low cry and his hips flexed upwards, but he didn't choke me. The liquid was warm and sticky, but it tasted good. It tasted right. I swallowed most of it, but a small dribble was on my chin. He sat up and smiled. He cupped my face and ran his thumb over my chin, wiping it away. "Was that okay?" I asked. "No. It wasn't okay. It was phenomenal." I smiled. His cock was deflating like a balloon but I still wanted to touch it. "Do you trust me?" he asked. "Of course." "Lie down. It's my turn." I did what he asked. As we passed each other while changing positions, we kissed again. His tongue touched mine and I knew he was getting a taste of his own cum. But he didn't seem to mind. He sat between my legs and put his hand on my thighs. "What are you doing?" I asked. "You'll see. Just stay still." High Expectations Ch. 06 He knelt between my legs, still naked. He bent over and kissed me again. I tried to sit up but he pushed his torso downward, keeping me down. He started kissing my neck, his breath warm and his lips soft. Without realizing it, I slid my fingers into his hair. I'd never felt anything like it before. In the movies it always looked a little ridiculous when people were making out and licking each other's necks. But this felt perfect. I sighed into his mouth and he pulled back, a grin on his face. "You okay?" "Yes," I said. "I want to touch you. I want to taste your cock again." He chuckled. "So impatient." I opened my mouth to respond, but he kissed me again, physically preventing it. His tongue touched mine and my hands went back in his hair. I felt him sift his weight but he never broke the kiss. He held himself up with one hand and touched the bottom of my shirt with the other. He slowly moved his hand up, careful to stay on the outside of my shirt. I tensed up. No one had ever touched me this way. Granted, my doctor was a man, but there was no way I could compare this to a breast exam. "Relax," he whispered, breaking the kiss. He kissed the edge of my jaw and moved on back to my neck. My heart was pounding, both from pleasure and frustration. "Please," I said. "Please, let me touch you." "Not yet," he whispered. He kissed his way up my neck until he got to my ear, adding in the occasional nip with his front teeth. It felt amazing. I almost forgot about his hand. He'd run it slowly up and down my stomach. The shirt tugged a little with every stroke. He brushed the area directly below my left breast before moving to cup it in his hand. I gasped again. He didn't answer. He just kept working my ear and neck with is mouth as he squeezed with his hand. He caught the nipple between his thumb and finger and rolled it around. "God," he whispered, his breath tickling, "I always loved your tits." "You did?" "They're beautiful. You have the most sensitive nipples." He switched sides, squeezing my right nipple. "I should have known they would fit perfectly in my hand," he said, pulling back enough so he could look me in the eye. "Why?" He moved his hand down and I groaned in protest. He grinned and slipped it under my shirt and traced an imaginary line on my bare skin. He touched my nipple and I jumped. He hadn't been kidding about how sensitive they were. I'd always had trouble when I didn't wear a padded bra because the slightest brush of fabric would make them instantly harden and poke out. I'd been embarrassed by them and it seemed like everyone loved to stare and giggle. His expression changed. His grin went away and he licked his lips. His eyes narrowed and his voice was gruff. "I should have known because they were made for me. My sister's tits, and the rest of her body, were created to fit my body. It's always been meant to be, we just weren't paying attention." My heart thudded. He played with my nipple and my breathing sped up. I reached for him but he shook his head and pulled back. "My body was made for you," he said. "I'm your brother, and this was meant to be. "Take off your shirt." I pulled it up and over my head. His eyes widened and he shifted until he was straightened up on his knees, his hands rested on my knees. I reached up for him but he shook his head. "Play with them," he said. "Play with your titties so I can watch. Show me what you like." "I..." He held up his hand, cutting me off. "Your brother wants you to play with your tits. Play with your tits, squeeze and tug your nipples until they're nice and hard. Twist them so they start to sting. "I want to watch you," he said. "I want to see my sister play with her nipples for me." I took one tit in each hand ad ran my palms over the already very erect nipples. He glanced back and forth between my face and my hands. I took both nipples between my thumb and fingers and tugged them. "Twist them," he said. "Show your brother how you make them sting." I tried giving them light twists but he leaned forward and pushed my hands aside. "Like this," he said. He caught them and tugged. They seemed to stretch farther than should have been possible. "God, I love your tits," he said. "Your nipples are amazing. I didn't know they were that big." He twisted my nipples harder than before. It didn't exactly hurt, but it wasn't gentle either. He worked them back and forth, making me gasp and grab his forearms. He let go of my nipples and twisted his hands until he was holding my wrists. He leaned forward, pinning my hands by my head. His face was inches from mine, his breath warm on my cheeks. "Tell me you want me," he said, his eyes hazy. "I want you." "Why do you want me?" There were so many answers to that question. I wanted him because he was handsome. He had a nice body. He was a good kisser. He made my body feel amazing. But I gave him the truest reason of all. "I want you because I'm your sister. I was made for you. I want you because you're my brother." He smiled and leaned his face closer to mine until our noses were nearly touching. "I like that answer." He didn't let go of my wrists. Instead he just shifted my weight until he was positioned over my chest. "Can I taste my sister's nipple?" High Expectations Ch. 07 The sensations were incredible. I had no idea my body could feel like this. I started squirming, moving my hips up and down in an automatic motion. My hands clenched into fists and I tried to raise my arms but he held me in place. He switched sides, pulling the other nipple into his mouth. I felt a noise in my throat and he laughed, sending a vibration into my body. "Please," I said, "please, let me touch you." He pulled back a bit. "I'll let go of your arms, and you can ouch me, but don't go lower than my waist. Okay?" "But..." He shook his head. "Okay?" "Okay." He let go of my wrists, dragging his fingers down my arms, over my shoulders and tits, down my stomach, and rested on my hips. He sat up and I did the same. He shook his head again. "Lie down and I'll take your panties off." A squealing sound escaped my mouth, but I did what he said. He smiled again and hooked his thumbs under the sides of my panties. He drew his fingers lightly over the front before pulling them down and I lifted my knees so he could slip them off of my feet. I watched him as he tossed the panties over his shoulder and gently pressed my knees apart, baring me completely. I touched his head and he looked up at me. The only word for his expression was hungry. "God, you're beautiful." He looked down again and got onto his knees. He leaned forward and hovered over me. He touched my thighs, stroking them. I had to bite back a demand to touch him. No matter how much I wanted to, I didn't want him to stop either. "Hold yourself open for me. Spread your pussy lips for your brother." I reached down and touched them. I held them open but had to look away. He sucked in his breath and cupped my cheek in his hand, tilting my head back towards him. "Your pussy is beautiful. Don't ever be ashamed of that." I nodded, all too aware how hot my face really was. He was staring directly into my eyes and caressed my cheek. Before I realized what I was doing, I turned my head and drew his fingers into my mouth, tasting his skin. Now it was his turn to gasp. His free hand rested on top of my pubic mound. He tugged the hairs gently, not causing any pain but still announcing their presence. I started sucking on his fingers, twirling my tongue around them like I had done to his cock. I started to shift my weight but he pushed my hips back down. "Keep those lips open," he whispered. "Don't let go or this stops." I nodded and readjusted my fingers. He looked back down at my open pussy. He let go of the hairs and traced my hands, stopping just short of my skin. "Tell me you want me to touch you." Instead of letting go of his fingers, I nodded. But he shook his head and pulled his hand away from my face. "Say it." "Please touch me. Please touch your sister's pussy." He eased backwards enough so that he had room to maneuver. Then he used both hands to ouch my inner thighs. "Don't look away," he said. "I won't," I whispered. He drew lazy circles on my legs, each time getting closer to my pussy. Finally, he let his fingertips rest under mine. He carefully touched my clit with the very tips of his index fingers, trapping it between them. I sucked in my breath with a hissing sound and he only grinned up at me. He gently worked it back and forth between his fingers, sometimes pressing harder on one side or the other, other times working it up and down. I was breathing more heavily with each passing moment. "Stay still," he said, shifting his weight again. "And don't forget to hold your pussy open for me." He let go of my clit and laid belly-down on the mattress. Before I could really think about what he doing, he kissed my open pussy. I jerked my hips up but he pushed them back down. "Relax," he said. "Easy for you to say," I groaned. "Not even close to easy, little sister," he said, using the so-called childhood pet name. I tried to do what he said, but my muscles kept tensing up and my hips would move. He was kissing my pussy, licking the folds of the inner lips and even sucking them into his mouth. He pushed my fingers away, holding me open with his left hand. I reached down and touched his head, breathing even harder. His right hand rested just under me, his fingers touching the edges of my pussy lips. He put a finger just inside. I gasped in surprise. Because I was a virgin, I hadn't ever gone to a gynecologist, and had never even used a tampon because I'd heard horror stories about how they would hurt. "Sh," he whispered. "Trust me." I opened my mouth to answer just as he pulled my lips open with one hand and planted his mouth squarely on my clit. Instead of words, of any protest or reassurance I could give him, what came out was a guttural moan that ended with a little shriek. He licked my clit, up one side and down the other. He sucked it up into his lips, applying gentle pressure. His fingers dipped in and out of my pussy, still barely going inside at all. I started moving my hips in a rhythm to match his movements. Tension and pleasure was building up inside of me, more than I'd ever had before when I would play with myself. I couldn't keep the moans inside. And he only licked faster. Then, he did something I'd never even imagined in my wildest fantasies. He released my clit from his lips and then immediately sucked it back up, harder, and this time between his teeth. He nibbled it, just short of pain, and licked the exposed flesh. I couldn't even think straight. I grabbed his hair in both of my fists and thrust my hips upward. He moved faster in response. His fingers were a little further inside of me, but he stopped short of breaching my hymen. And that did it. My body seemed to explode. I cried out his name and pulled his hair in my attempts to get him closer. My muscles moved of their own volition and my whole body clenched. He kept licking, slowly releasing my throbbing clit and sliding his now wet fingers out of me. The sensations slowly stopped, leaving me panting and sweating. He gently pulled my hands away from his hair and moved so that he was lying beside me, propped up on one elbow. My breathing slowly returned to normal. He ran his free hand down my stomach, smiling. "How did that feel?" "I don't even... I don't have a word for it." He laughed. "Maybe someday we can do it again and give you a chance to find those words." "Only maybe?" "Maybe." He kissed me gently on the lips. "We need to get some sleep." He pulled the sheet and blanket over us and pulled me into the crook of his arm. I snugged into him, my arm over his stomach. "Good night, Julie." "Good night, Mark."