58 comments/ 161351 views/ 59 favorites Unintended Consequences By: Patchouli_girl Author's note: This is my first attempt at writing an erotic story. The story is inspired by true events that happened to me when I was 21 years old. As it is with movies, inspired by true events means that it didn't necessarily happen in this exact way, and that some parts may have been embellished for artistic effect. * Amy glanced across the room and gave a little shy smile before averting her eyes from the two men who were watching her. She knew that they had taken an interest in her, and the excitement of it all caused her to take in a deep breath that pushed her large breasts tightly against the thin silky material of her blouse. Wearing no bra, Amy was well aware that her nipples were clearly visible against the harsh lights in this corner of the club. Her short flared skirt did little to hide her panties, and the seat she had chosen offered her lower body very little cover. None of this was through sheer carelessness, however. Amy would never have dared to come to this place by herself. She would never have dressed this way in public, for she knew the sort of suitor this would attract. Ordinarily. But on this occasion Amy very much wanted to attract. She would flirt or dance with anyone who solicited her. The reason she acted this daringly was her boyfriend, Ralf, who sat by himself at the bar, watching her perform for him to satisfy a fetish he'd had for some time. It had been only six months ago that Ralf had confided in her that he often fantasized about her having sex with other men. He confessed that it turned him on when he caught another man admiring her, and he would later imagine Amy having sex with the stranger, while he was making love to her. At first Amy was uncomfortable with her boyfriend's obsession. She was concerned that he may not love her as much as she loved him. However, eventually Ralf managed to convince her of the harmlessness of his fetish and even got her to participate in roll playing, where she would pretend to be having sex with another man by calling her boyfriend by a different name. Occasionally she even agreed to go out in public - a club or bar perhaps - with the intention of allowing other men to hit on her, while Ralf observed the action from a safe distance, always without the knowledge of the man or men in question; as he did on this night. Amy noticed that the two men across from her had become less discreet, and were watching her almost exclusively now. Keeping in mind that she was doing everything for her boyfriend's benefit, she daringly parted her thighs, allowing the strangers across from her an exclusive upskirt glimpse at her nearly transparent panties. Their facial expressions and hand gestures betrayed that her conduct did not go unnoticed, and when she looked in their direction again one of the two men winked at her, letting her know he desired her; she answered his invitation with a quick smile before looking away again. Careful not to spoil the event, Ralf watched intently through the mirror behind the bar. He knew that it was only a matter of time before one of them would go talk to her, and the anticipation of it filled him with a level of excitement that nothing else in this world could provide him. He didn't have to wait long. By the time he had ordered and received his second beer, one of the men had gotten up from their table and had walked over to Amy, apparently requesting a dance. Obligingly Amy stood up and threw a quick smile in Ralf's direction before being escorted to the dance floor. This was what it was all about for Ralf. He could feel his heart beat accelerate, and he was beginning to get aroused. He was already looking forward to going home with Amy for a long love-making session, while the memory of the night's events was still fresh in his mind. Amy and her partner had reached the dance floor and began moving to the music. Watching his girlfriend dance, Ralf began to fantasize. He pictured Amy in the arms of the stranger, slow dancing, his hands caressing her shapely figure, maybe even kissing her a little. Unfortunately for him they were dancing to a fast paced techno tune that didn't lend itself to the kind of slow dancing Ralf was envisioning. As a result, Amy and the stranger danced the entire time without any physical contact between them. However, Ralf did enjoy watching her dance in her skimpy outfit, garnering admiring, even lustful, stares by all who laid eyes on her. When the song ended, Amy's dance partner led her back to his table, presumably to introduce her to his buddy. She briefly sat down at their table before being asked to dance by the second guy. Again she obliged and made her way back to the dance floor with her new partner; and again they were dancing to fast music with no physical contact. 'Damn', thought Ralf. The action was just a little too tame for his taste. After her second dance, she excused herself and made her way to the ladie's room. Ralf discreetly met up with her in an area of the club that was out of sight of the two men she had been entertaining. Amy gave her boyfriend a warm hug, and a kiss and inquired if he had seen enough. The idea of going home and into bed with Amy was extremely tempting, of course, but Ralf hadn't really seen what he came looking for and urged her to stay. Amy warned him that those guys definitely weren't gentlemen and thought it best to leave before their alcohol consumption led them to act truly indecently. Ralf knew Amy didn't enjoy these "adventures" nearly as much as he did and impatiently dismissed her objections as being cowardly and prudish. In reality his own alcohol consumption had affected his sense of caution, and the prospect of the two men acting indecently toward her was turning him on. Reluctantly Amy returned to the two men while Ralf went back to his seat at the bar, where he watched with growing excitement as his girlfriend continued to entertain. The fact that she was apprehensive about the situation only served to add to his pleasure. He would have found it a lot less appealing if she had been enjoying herself as much as he. Ralf wished he could listen in on them as he watched the men laugh and tease his girlfriend, and he noticed that they made sure that she was never without a drink. Maybe their intentions toward Amy were indeed as indecent as she had feared. Ralf knew the aphrodisiacal effect alcohol could have on Amy. Maybe he would get to see a little action after all, Ralf thought. His heart beat accelerated at the prospect. Perhaps it would serve to loosen her up a little, and as a result maybe one of the two men would try to take advantage and cop-a-feel, or - less likely - maybe she would even allow one of the guys to make out with her a little. Almost an hour had past since Ralf had talked to Amy, and he could tell that the alcohol was beginning to have the desired effect on her. She had become significantly more interactive with the men, and that in turn encouraged them to be bolder in the way they interacted with her. Their banter was now constantly accompanied by some kind of physical contact with her. At one point one of the guys put his arm around Amy's shoulders, pulling her close to him, when the other jokingly pushed it away in order to put his own arm around her, ostensibly claiming her for himself. 'Bingo!' Ralf thought, 'this is what I'm talking 'bout!' Finally a little excitement! Time went on and Amy was invited to dance again. This time her partner escorted her with his arm around her. Better yet, he had finally chosen a slow song to dance to. Ralf's heartbeat hastened again, as he excitedly watched the man place his hands on Amy's hips and pulled her close. Amy responded by putting her arms around his neck, pressing her ample breasts tightly against his chest. Ralf watched intently as his girlfriend was being led across the dance floor in an intimate embrace by the stranger. Amy's dance partner didn't keep his hands idle for long. He began caressing her hips, occasionally pulling her groin into his. When his hands eventually began groping her behind, Ralf could feel his penis grow in his pants. Finally his patience was going to be paid off! More and more couples entered the dance floor, and it was getting difficult for Ralf to keep an eye on his girlfriend. At the same time the man she was dancing with became bolder. His hands were permanently placed on Amy's behind now, while she didn't seem to mind at all. Even when he boldly placed his hand under her skirt and caressed the naked skin of her cheek, she didn't intervene. 'Easy there big fella,' Ralf thought to himself, and he was beginning to get a little concerned at Amy's apparent complacency. Anxiously Ralf ordered another beer. The bar was very busy now, and Ralf was having a hard time getting the bartender's attention. When he finally received his drink he looked back at the dance floor to continue watching his girlfriend, but couldn't find her. Concerned, he checked her table but she wasn't there, either. He noticed that the second man was also missing. Nervously Ralf left his seat and went to the restroom area. He wanted to check the ladies room for his girlfriend, but a line of women waiting for their turn prevented him from sneaking inside. Impatiently he waited for Amy to emerge, but after a long while he decided to check the rest of the club instead. No sign of his girlfriend anywhere. Finally he went outside to look for her in the parking lot. Nothing. Fearing the worst he cursed himself for not leaving when they'd had the chance. The pictures that now came into his mind made him feel sick, and his hands were shaking. He was about to go back inside when he heard voices emanating from behind the building. Wasting no time Ralf went to investigate. When he reached the back of the building he carefully peeked around the corner, terrified of what he might discover. The scene before him stopped his breath. The man who had been dancing with Amy was standing before her. Her blouse had been unbuttoned, and he was admiring her exposed breasts. Ralf immediately wanted to put a stop to the impending threesome, but the two men were a lot bigger than he, and he simply lacked the courage to interfere. He watched helplessly as the man behind her lifted her skirt, folding it around her waist, and pulled her panties down to her knees. "Fuck yeah!" he exclaimed. "What a perfect little ass!" Amy looked back at him and smiled in appreciation of the compliment. Something wasn't right. Ralf knew she'd had a lot to drink, but this was way out of character for her. The two men were undressing her, and she should be upset and desperate to get away. Had their little sex game not gone too far? The man slapped her ass a couple of times, then sat down on the ground, turned around and buried his face between her legs. Without the slightest hesitation Amy widened her stance to better accommodate him. Right away she began making little thrusts with her hips as he fluttered his tongue against her clit. He put his left hand on her ass and began massaging her left cheek, while he used the fingers of his right hand to spread her pussy lips apart. Her cunt was already wet, but he intended to make it a lot wetter. He ran his tongue up and down her glistening slit a few times before pushing it in as far as he could reach. Amy produced the cutest little moans as she was being tongue-fucked by the stranger, and he repeatedly slapped her ass with his left hand, giving her cheek a firm squeeze and a jiggle each time his hand landed hard. Ralf could see the skin of his girlfriend's cheek reddening as a result of the man's rough handling. Meanwhile the other man had gotten busy with her sizeable breasts. Cupping his hands around her tits, he held each nipple between his thumb and index finger. He was giving them quite a rough treatment, twisting both nipples up and squeezing them, until both of them were getting hard between his fingers. "I knew I would get to play with these puppies sooner or later," he bragged, before using his mouth on them. He took her right nipple gently between his teeth, then let go and sucked it inside his mouth. He kept nibbling and sucking until he had the whole nipple and areola in his mouth. Then he pulled back and stretched her tit away from her body. He looked her in the eyes, then playfully let go of her nipple and watched in delight as her tit bounced back against her rib cage. Then he took her left nipple into his mouth and repeated the procedure. Amy put up no resistance when the man then grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her face down toward his crotch. "Let's see if your mouth is as talented as it looks, baby," he challenged. Ralf watched in disbelief as his girlfriend bent over, freed the man's erect cock from his trousers and took it into her mouth. "Oh yeah...that's it, baby. Suck it!" He was well endowed and Amy was initially reluctant to take in more than half of his length, but the man wasn't satisfied with that. Holding her head securely in place he slowly inched his pelvis forward. "Come on, baby," the man groaned. "Deeper, deeper...take it in all the way!" When her lips reached all the way to the base of his cock he held her there until her gag reflex forced her to recoil. He allowed her a short reprieve by pulling his dick out of her mouth, slapping it against her lips and across her cheeks. He seemed to do so with as much force as he was capable of, almost as if punishing her for some unknown offense. Then he put his cock back into her mouth, demanding, "Do it again, baby. All the way. I shouldn't have to help you this time." Jealously Ralf watched as his girlfriend repeatedly moved her head back and forth, each time allowing a little more of the man's impressive manhood to disappear into her mouth until, finally, she was able to accommodate his cock in its entirety without his assistance. "Yeah, baby. That's it. Keep doing it just like that." He then put his hand back behind her head and continued to deep-throat Amy while his buddy was still vigorously flicking her clit with his tongue and stabbing her pussy with two fingers of his right hand. Amy's wails echoed across the yard as she was grinding her loins energetically against the man's face and probing fingers, and when he occasionally used his hand to give her clit a spanking she would cry out in sweet agony. After punishing her pussy like that for a good long while, he finally got up, unzipped his fly, and positioned himself behind her. "All right, sweetie. Get ready!" he warned. Amy arched her back in anticipation, moaning softly when she felt him press the head of his dick against her pussy lips and worked it up and down a few times, until it was positioned just right; about an inch deep into her. Her cunt was very wet, and he needed it to be. He shoved as hard as he could and penetrated her all the way with one thrust. Her tits bounced as he hit bottom. With the other man's dick still in her mouth, she yelped and closed her eyes in a slight grimace. Almost immediately she sucked the man's cock with more enthusiasm, as the one behind her pulled back again, until he was almost completely out, then shoved again. This time, there was less resistance. He pulled out and shoved again several more times. Each time it got easier, and by the sixth stroke, he'd established a steady rhythm. Witnessing his girlfriend being fucked by the two strangers, Ralf had resigned himself to accept the consequences of his actions. His game had led them here, and this was the extreme result of his playing with fire. The two men enjoyed fucking Amy in this way for another twenty minutes or so, and when Ralf finally heard the man in front of her produce a series of loud groans he knew that he was about to cum. The man told Amy not to swallow his load until he instructed her to do so. She tried her best to contain the man's ejaculate within the confines of her mouth, but despite her best efforts some of it managed to escape and dribble down her chin. The man behind her was still happily fucking her, his right hand permanently affixed to her right breast, and as she stood up Ralf could see the sticky liquid on her lips and chin glistening in the twilight of the yard. "Did you do as I told you and keep my cum in your mouth?" inquired the recipient of the blowjob. Like a little girl Amy proudly nodded her head. "Show me!" he demanded. Amy dutifully opened her mouth to prove she had been a good girl. "Good job. Now close your mouth, but don't swallow!" Amy did as instructed. Like a puppy in training she stood before her master, awaiting his next command. "Can you taste it?" Amy nodded. "Do you like it?" She nodded again. "Good. Now you can swallow!" Amy finally swallowed the man's cum and voluntarily opened her mouth again for him to inspect. "Good girl!" he praised. The man then used his hand to wipe the remnants of his cum off her chin and made her lick it off. Without the slightest hesitation she took his fingers into her mouth and eagerly sucked on them until there couldn't possibly be any trace of sperm left. Excited by her behavior the second man pumped his cock ever more furiously in and out of her, clutching her tits for dear life. Ralf knew he was getting ready to climax by the sheer ferocity of his thrusts. He was right. The man announced that he was getting ready to cum and ordered Amy to catch his load in her mouth. Obediently Amy turned around, took hold of the man's throbbing cock and directed it toward her mouth. Ralf watched with baited breath as the man's warm, milky sperm splashed against her lips and tongue. Again Amy was made to lick the remaining cum off the man's fingers, after he had wiped it off her face. Only now did Ralf notice that he wasn't the only member of her audience. A teenager was watching from a different corner of the yard, and Ralf wondered what he was doing here this late. Apparently he was so amazed by what he had stumbled upon that he hadn't made the slightest effort to hide. The two men discovered him also and encouraged him to come closer. Startled at being confronted the teen acted like he was going to leave, but the men persisted and eventually induced him to stay. "Have you ever been with a girl?" asked one of the men. Timidly the teen shook his head. "Well, kiddo, then this is your lucky night. Our little Amy here is feeling mighty adventurous tonight, and I'm sure she'd love to show you a good time." Turning toward Amy, he added, "Wouldn't you, sweetie?" Amy smiled shyly but didn't answer. The men then undressed Amy completely and accidentally tossed her clothes into a nearby puddle of liquid near the garbage dumpster. Noticing their mistake, one man quipped, "I guess you won't be wearing those anymore tonight!" Both men laughed out loud at the prospect of Amy later having to make the unappealing choice of either making her way home in the nude, or wearing her wet and filthy clothes. Now completely naked, Amy was thus presented to the teen. Ralf was curious to see how she would react. To his surprise she made no attempts to reject the teen and instead only smiled at him. Ralf reasoned that, having already serviced the two men, any resistance on her part now would likely be overcome by force; so she probably had resigned herself to her fate. Cautiously the teen approached Amy but was reluctant to touch her. When the men reassured him that it was indeed ok for him to do so, he slowly reached out with his hands and carefully placed them on Amy's bare breasts. It was obvious that he didn't really know what was expected of him, so the men encouraged him to play with her tits to his heart's content. Unintended Consequences Notes [Last revised September 18, 2015]: Unintended Consequences "Hey, sorry. I went ahead and changed too," he volunteered, as he sat on the couch catty-corner to me. "No problem," I said, trying to calm my excitement but I wondered if he could smell what I could smell. "So how are things otherwise?" I asked. "Oh - well - my personal life is crap. I haven't been doing very well socially. Instead I've focused on my courses and preparing for the GRE (graduate record exam). My GPA and GRE are the reason I got so many acceptances," he said. "Yeah, I'm kind of in the same boat. The life of a grad student is pretty lonely for the most part," I said. "It doesn't leave much time for pursuing a love life or even sex." Although, sex was all I could think about at that moment. "I haven't had sex since my junior year in college," he lamented. "All the girls I meet are looking for a full time man and I know that I just can't make that kind of commitment if I'm going to succeed in graduate school," he concluded. "It's totally the opposite for me. All the men that I meet just want sex. I'm not against sex, I just want a little bit more involvement. It's hard to explain, but I want what's inside to matter, too. I have a brain and want to be treated like they know that. I don't like just being their 34 B objectified sex thing." The comment appeared to hit Adam oddly. He was adjusting his crotch and shifting his seat. "I hope you don't let anyone do that to you, sis," he said. "I hope you can find someone who respects the commitment you're making to your education and potential career." "That's the dream, I guess. Who knows if that is a possibility?" I trailed off. My mind was wandering and I wasn't being very coherent. I felt like a teenager on a date with someone I wanted to like me desperately. "Have you - um - given in much?" he pressed. "To being used as a sex object?" I asked thoughtfully. I didn't quite know how to answer him. After a while I said, "I've had sex, but mostly with people I chased. Usually I think there might be more to them, but so far I've been wrong." Introspectively, it felt like I might be chasing right this moment. "I've never been chased," Adam said kind of pitifully. "The universe is a pretty messed up place. Guys want to be chased and aren't. Women often prefer not to be chased but often are." "Probably a population regulation mechanism," I said. "Of course in this modern day of birth control and technology, the evolved population still has these inherited traits." "Uh huh. That's some pretty deep stuff you're dishing out over there. You sound like you already have your PhD." "Hah, I guess. We just had a lecture about ethics in one of my introductory bio-chem courses. We weren't exactly covering the dating scene in the twenty-first century, but it had a similar theme. A lot of the technology we use now might have been considered unethical for a variety of reasons in the past. Sometimes, how something is accepted depends upon tiny changes in public attitudes." "I like how your mind works, Zane. It's just as sexy as the rest of you," Adam blurted out. He started blushing a bit as he realized the implication of his acknowledgment. I didn't punish him for his statement, but I wasn't quite sure what I should say about it. There was a long, awkwardly quiet pause in our conversation. We were saved for the moment by Mom, who walked in to sit with us a few minutes. Her door had been closed when I'd gone to change. I wondered why she wasn't hanging out with us. "What are you two talking about tonight?" she asked. "Oh, just random stuff," I replied. "We are both kind of in shock and trying to avoid the elephant in the room." "Well, I know how you feel to a certain extent," she consoled us. "This whole divorce thing came out of the blue for me. It has made me re-evaluate huge portions of my life." "I think Dad's an idiot," Adam offered. "I mean, I've seen the girl - um, woman he's with and she doesn't even hold a candle to you. You're much more beautiful than she is, Mom." "Thanks, honey. My self-esteem has taken a pretty big hit," she said, looking distant. "What are you planning to do when this is all done, Mom?" I asked finally. "Right now all I can say is I want to put some distance between myself and this place. I'm going to visit your uncle Dan; I just got off the phone with him, at least my brother still loves me. I know you and your brother often don't see eye to eye. However, as you grow up, you may find that you are the only ones that really have each other's best interest at heart. You are both doing so great in school. It's the one aspect of my life that gives me any feeling of success at the moment. I hope you two continue to become friends as adults," she smiled with some light tears welling in her soft blue eyes. I guess that was why the door was closed, I thought as I watched Adam lean over to give Mom a big hug. He'd be there for me too, I realized, as I continued to watch. "You don't need to worry about us Mom. Zane and I are going to make you proud, I promise," he said. "I'm already proud of you both. I just want you two to be happy and lead fulfilling lives. It kind of sucks to look back and question your choices like I'm now. I love you both so much." I walked over from my seat and joined the group hug. "We love you too, Mom. I know it seems bad now, but I've confidence you will make it through." "Well, I'm going to break this up," she said. "I'm going to bed before we're all bawling our eyes out," As she was leaving the room she said again, "I love you both so much." Adam and I were seated at opposite ends of the sofa now. After she left, there was another awkwardly silent moment. Despite the emotional overtones of what was going on with Mom, there was some kind of undertone occurring between us. He kept looking at me furtively and finally he asked, "You leaving in the morning?" "Yeah, I have to get back, I have so much to do. I'm moving, too, and I need to start looking for someone to share my apartment. I have some appointments to interview some potential graduate advisors and I'll eventually need to prepare for being a TA for a 3000 level bio-chem class this summer. I wish I could stay longer. I'd even considered postponing my move and those appointments, but you've already gotten so much done. It seems like the best thing I can do is take my stuff and go, since there isn't much else I can do to help." "I'll do what I can to help her," he assured me. "You know I'm coming to UVA this weekend, right?" "Um - no - I mean yeah - I guess I knew you were coming, eventually, because you told me UVA was your first choice. I just didn't know when," I replied. "I guess you'll be tied up during most of the daylight hours, but we should get together in the evenings." "That'd be nice," he said. "You won't mind being seen with your little brother?" he pressed. "Adam, any girl would be happy to be seen with you," I said, scooting over to give him a nice hug. "Thanks, sis," he whispered. "I - um - I guess I should be going to bed." "Yeah, me too. I love you, little brother." He wasn't little, I don't know why I'd thrown his words back at him. "Thanks, sis. I love you too." Getting up I headed out of the room. Adam was right behind me and he turned off the den light. I turned off several lights in the unoccupied rooms as I continued back to my room. I climbed in bed and tried to go to sleep. After half an hour of tossing and turning restlessly I realized I couldn't shake the image and sounds of what I'd witnessed Adam doing earlier. What exactly had he been thinking about me? Why was it affecting me so? Slipping my hand into my still damp panties, I verified just how excited I was. I shouldn't be thinking about him like this, but I was so wet. My hood was fully engorged and begging to be touched. The slightest contact was putting me near the edge. Succumbing to my physical need, I slipped two fingers inside and forced myself over the edge within a few minutes. After the waves of ecstasy subsided I took off the now soaked panties and tossed them towards my bag. As I drifted off to a restful slumber, I found myself wondering if Adam might have been having similar issues... I awoke suddenly to some noise in the bathroom across the hall. I hadn't closed my door and the sounds of the shower were echoing oddly off the now bare walls of the room. Lying in my bed, I thought about getting up to use the bathroom, but there was only the one toilet. It was one of the things I hated about this house. I could remember the fights Adam and I would have over bathroom time. That seemed so long ago now. Suddenly, Adam emerged from the bathroom. As I looked over from my bed he was framed by the light behind him. What I saw made me hot and lusty all over again. He had a very trim but muscular V shape. However, that wasn't what had triggered my arousal; he was still sporting his morning wood. That momentary glimpse had shown me just how big he was. The light was turned off almost as quickly as the door had opened, but the vision was implanted in my head beside the sights and sounds of last night's activities. I quickly got out of bed and made my trip to the restroom. When I finished emptying my bladder, I took off my nightgown and got a shower. Images of Adam persisted in my head. It was making me a little loopy. This isn't what I should be feeling. I shouldn't be lusting for him this way, I thought as I washed myself on autopilot. The water turning cold revived me from my thoughts. Quickly finishing up, I turned off the shower. As I stepped out on the floor mat I realized I hadn't thought to get a towel to dry myself. I knocked lightly on the wall to Adam's room a few times. Adam appeared at the door a moment later. "Some things never change," he said, holding just his hand through the door with a nice big towel. I was starting to thank him when I saw where he was looking in the mirror. I stuttered out, "Thanks - um - I um, I appreciate it, little brother." His eyes had been roaming up and down, but had stopped at my neatly kept landing strip. Suddenly, he realized I'd seen him looking. "Oh, um - sorry, sis." Closing the door quickly he hurried off. What were we both thinking? I asked myself. Then I realized that my knees were trembling slightly and my little jewel was peeking out in anticipation. I've gotta get myself under control. This is so wrong. I absently dried myself while looking at myself in the mirror. All of the arousal signs were there. My breasts had that tightness, my nipples were hard, the light hair on my arms was standing up and I was so wet now between my legs. Wrapped in the towel, I gathered my clothes and went back to my room to get dressed to go. I put on my thong panties, black lace bra, knee length skirt and a lightweight black sleeveless blouse. Then I packed up my dirty clothes back into the overnight bag. While packing I didn't see my panties from last night. I looked for them a while but couldn't seem to find them. Then a funny thought hit me. "Adam must have taken them," I wasn't sure, it was just my instinctual response to his actions last night and his stare this morning. I went out to the kitchen to see if there was any cereal to eat and found Adam having a bowl of raisin bran. I decided not to ask about the missing panties; it was weirdly kind of nice thinking about what he might do with them. I pushed that thought away. "Is there any more of that?" I asked, pointing to his bowl. "Yeah, let me get you a bowl, sis." He hopped up and made me a bowl of cereal and added the last of the milk from the refrigerator. "I guess we are nearing the end of meals in this house. I'm going to miss this place and all the memories we have here," He lamented as he handed me the bowl and a spoon. "I know what you mean," I said, absently staring at his crotch. He was pretty excited. I didn't know if it had stayed that way or if he'd gotten excited again when I came into the kitchen. He sat back at the table with me and we ate in silence. Mom came into the kitchen and broke the silence. "What are you two up to this morning?" she asked. "Just having some breakfast before I leave," I said, trying to break my stare. "Okay, well, I'm off to place some fliers about the sale Monday and Tuesday. Give me some hugs. I will come and see you before I leave the state," she said, kissing me on my forehead and cheek. With that she was out the kitchen door, leaving Adam and I alone again. I ate my cereal slowly as I wondered what to say to Adam. He appeared to be doing a similar calculus of his own. "I - um - I hope I get to see you when you come," I finally offered. "Sure, sis. I really want to see where you work and study," he replied optimistically. "I think I'm going to go there. But as I said, I want to make sure it is the best fit for me." Suddenly, my previous word choice seemed to have triggered a round of relentless innuendo. It was like someone had said Let the innuendo fly, please. "Well don't work too hard here. You need to be focused on your graduate school choice," I said. As I stood he remained seated. "I guess I'm going to get going, Adam." He remained seated. "So no hug or kiss for your sister?" I looked down at him. His face was bright red. He couldn't get up. His shorts were tenting furiously. "Um - well, I guess you want to get back at it. So I'll get my stuff," I said, as started to turn to go. "Zane, I'm sorry," he said quickly. "I'm - uh - um, I feel really embarrassed." "Oh, honey. It happens. I'm sorry if I teased you too roughly." "Yeah? Does it happen to you?" he countered. "Oh, well, yeah. I - um - uh, well I guess it isn't as easy to spot, but yeah. Like a bolt out of nowhere, sometimes," I tried to deflect the more direct portion of his inference. "Just come here and give me a hug and kiss. I'll ignore it if you will." I was having a hard time ignoring it. I could now confirm the size I'd seen standing in the dark with the bathroom back-lighting him. He was big. It was long and wide. I couldn't see the actual member, but I thought it might have been the biggest I'd nearly seen in real life. He finally stood to give me a hug. It was awkwardly done and I could feel the heat emanating from his groin. "I love you," he said softly. Somehow that really rang true. I don't know how to explain it, but those three words pierced the tension in the room instantly. "I love you, Adam. I really am looking forward to having you to myself for a couple of evenings at least," He was throbbing against me now. With a sudden urge to remove his shame, I placed my hand directly on his pant covered manhood and whispered, "You can keep them until you need a new pair," His face went white. He nearly had his knees buckle under him as he sat back down in his chair. "It's okay," I patted him. "I do have to get going, though. I wish I could stay longer." "Yeah, me too," he sighed. The tension was gone. Knowing I knew somehow put him at ease. His shorts were still in an extreme tent situation, but he was no longer blushing. He was trying to figure out what to do. I could see his wheels were spinning. I just wanted to show him it was okay. Bending down, I gave him a kiss. Not a sister loves her brother kiss, but an 'I want you but need to leave kiss'. He just accepted it gratefully. I felt a little bad about it, but I wasn't in full control of my own desires at that moment. I was sure he could see how tight my nipples were. Maybe he could even smell how damp I was getting between my legs. I needed to go; I had to get out of there before I did some irreparable harm to him. "I gotta go," I finally said, releasing his lips. "Zane, I'm really confused." "Me too, Adam." I went to my room and got my bag. As I got to the front door, Adam came in to the front room hurriedly. He wasn't being aggressive, just a little assertive. "Can I have one more? I need one more kiss, Zane." My emotional responses were completely at odds with my mental processes. I knew I shouldn't but it was what I wanted. I gave in, saying, "Of course." We were instantly in each other's embrace and our tongues were playing back and forth deeply. The needful pulsing of his manhood against me made me mad with desire to touch it. Suddenly, I was crossing the line. That was when I reached into his shorts to feel him directly. I knew it was too far. I knew there would be fall-out. It was selfish. It wasn't fair. It was just raw lust and I gave into it for several moments. The heat coming off him was intense. His cock head was pounding with each racing heartbeat. I encircled him with my hand gently, getting a full account of him. He was in shock. Then, suddenly, Adam was cumming from my light grip and stroke I'd given to have full measure of it. I hadn't intended for that to happen to him; it was too much for him. I was in shock myself... What is happening between us? "I'm so sorry, Adam. I - um - I don't know why I did that. I should leave. I shouldn't have done that to you. I hope you can forgive me." I ran to my car, opened the driver side door, and flung my bag into the legs of the chair I was taking in the passenger seat. Starting up the Civic, I was about to pull out when he was at my window crying. "Zane, don't go like this, please. It was my fault too. I don't know what I was thinking, either. You don't ever need to apologize to me." It was too much. "I need to go. I need to think. I can't think right now. I love you, Adam, but I need to leave," I put the car in reverse and backed out of the drive. About a mile down the road my phone buzzed. I pulled off the road to take a look. Adam had sent a text. "Please, don't lock me out forever." I started to cry. I shouldn't drive right this moment, I thought to myself. What have I done? After what seemed like hours, I pulled myself back together. Then I went on down the road. My thoughts were back at the house as I got back on I-64 heading towards my home. I tried to focus on driving but my thoughts were in a flurry of what ifs and whys. The time flew past and suddenly I was at my exit for UVA. I auto-piloted into the graduate student housing parking area, found a spot and parked. I needed to get to my room and lie down. I was starting to overload. The sudden news of my parents divorcing after over twenty-five years. The house we'd grown up in being sold. All of the contents of the house being divvied out or sold. This sudden attraction to my brother. It was all too much. I need to climb in bed and settle down. At the door to my apartment I found the end of semester notice. I needed to be out in one week, since the next semester would be starting. I lost it. I went inside and ran to my bed. Stripping down, I climbed in and pulled the covers over my head. I woke several hours later. I needed to focus on getting this place packed up to move to my new apartment off campus. I lay in bed thinking about this when the phone buzzed again. Adam was still trying to make it right. "Please, sis. At least half the blame is mine. Don't shut me out; I couldn't endure it." I texted back. "You're not locked out. I love you. Be at peace." Getting out of bed, I got dressed in some sweats. Then I started loading the card board boxes I'd gotten from the grocery store. I didn't have a lot. The furniture would be the biggest issue. I'd arranged a truck this weekend, but hadn't gotten anyone to help yet. Then I had an idea. Maybe Adam could come up early and help. I thought about it for the next hour or so while I packed. It was a struggle I didn't want to have, but all of this happening at once was forcing my hand. I wasn't making the best decisions. I wanted his help and I needed him. I texted him again. "Would you be interested in coming up tomorrow to help me move?" Unintended Consequences He texted back. "OMG yes. 8 am OK?" I texted him the address so he could use his GPS to get here. Then I called the truck place and changed the date to tomorrow. As the day wore on, I finished packing everything I owned into boxes. The whole time my mind was racing. I left the sheets on my bed and a change of clothes out, but everything else was boxed up ready to go. It wasn't really difficult. These graduate student places are a single bedroom with a bath room off of it and a kitchen/eating area. I had about 20 boxes and the furniture. It shouldn't take but one trip with the 12 foot truck I'd arranged. As night was coming on, I sat and ate some ice cream from the freezer. It was all that was left in there, but it was very comforting. I couldn't get the butterflies to settle in my tummy. The images of Adam kept flooding back and the feel of his hard cock. What was I going to do? I knew I had to put this out of my head. Around nine, I decided to try to go to bed. Adam would be there in the morning. I needed to try to think of someone else. My last romance had been in undergraduate school, and he had broken my heart. The only decent sex I'd had with anyone I didn't now find a creep was someone I didn't really know. He'd been tall and blond. Really, he'd been kind of like Adam, although his penis hadn't been nearly as nice. I pulled out my vibrator. As I started to apply it, I tried to not think of anyone in particular. It was working until I was really close. When I reached the summit, I immediately thought of Adam and how nice that cock would feel. Then plunging the gel vibrator in and out I went over the edge. I let out a squeal and moaned "Ohhhh Adam." It was so bad, but I felt so good thinking about it. I just kept going now. I gave into the sight, sound and feel. I found the spot and triggered another powerful orgasm this time with little effort. Adam. I drifted off to sleep. The next morning, I awoke to a knock on my door. Looking at my phone I saw it was almost 8:00 AM. Shit, I should have set an alarm, I thought. I ran to the door to find Adam there. "Hey, I'm sorry, I was up late packing and must have overslept." "You don't need to apologize, Zane. I couldn't believe you asked me to come. I rushed to finish up everything at Mom's yesterday. I really didn't want to disappoint you." "Hey, I'm so sorry about yesterday. I don't know why I did that. I really shouldn't have groped you like that," I apologized. "You - I'm the one. I was the one getting so turned on by you. To me, it seemed like you were trying to calm me, but I wasn't dropping it. It wouldn't go down. You just helped it out." Hearing Adam defending me to myself felt crazy. "Okay we need to stop," I said. "I'm the oldest and I take full responsibility for my actions. But right now, I need to get dressed so we can go get the truck. I'll be out in a shake." "Um - uh, hey Zane, I brought these back," he said sheepishly. In his hand were the panties I'd had on that night when I'd masturbated in my old bed. "Oh my god, Adam," I blushed. "You're going to make me lose it. I thought I had it under control." "I'm so confused, Zane. I want you so badly. Is it really wrong?" "I cannot answer you now. We have to get going or we'll miss getting the truck. Adam, I've got to get dressed." "Could I watch?" he pleaded. At first it seemed like such an odd request, but part of me wanted him to see me. I wanted him to desire me and that weakness spoke out lovingly. "Okay, but no touching," I said. "We really have to go." Quickly I pulled off my gown and panties. Adam's eyes grew wide. I knew allowing him to see me naked, was having a terrible impact on him. His shorts were soon straining again. I put on my clean panties, some looser work shorts, a sports bra and tee shirt. Not wanting to leave him I gave him a light kiss on his cheek. Then I got my shoes and said, "We need to go." Adam followed me out the door to my car. Then I realized I hadn't unloaded it. "Where'd you park?" "It's the Ford Truck over there. You can drive if you like," he said. "Okay, it'll be quicker," I said. As we drove to the truck place, Adam got a little more under control. I told him some more about the new apartment and the number of boxes and the furniture. "You want to drive the other truck or follow in this one?" I asked as I pulled into the lot. "I can do either. You want me to drive the bigger one?" he offered. "Would you? I'm no expert with those things," I said. "You know I've been doing deliveries for several semesters in college, right?" he replied. "I heard about it, but didn't want to push. I'll go get it paid for, but they'll probably need your license if you drive," I said, as I got out. "No problem, sis," he said, hopping out of the passenger seat. "I'd do just about anything for you." "I think you probably would, Adam." Inside we got all the paperwork filled out and were given the keys. Adam got in the 12 foot truck and followed me back to the GSH. When we got there he expertly backed into the spot right in front of my apartment. For the next several hours we made trips from the apartment to the truck with boxes and furniture. We made several joint trips with some of the heavier pieces, but most of my stuff was pretty light. The last item to go in was the mattress. As I stripped the bed sheets, the vibrator from last night clattered onto the floor and I froze. I know my face turned beet red. Adam finally just picked it up and put it in his pocket without a word. We took the box springs first and came back to get the mattress. The frame was the last thing out of the apartment. Then I took the chair from the front passenger seat of the Civic and put it in. Adam looked at me oddly, but went ahead and closed up the back of the truck. It was a little after lunch time. "How about we pick up something on the way over to the new apartment?" I asked. "Yeah, that'd be good," Adam replied. "What would you like to eat?" I asked doltishly. He coughed and choked a bit. Then, recovering, he replied, "Anything is fine. Just need a bit of energy food." "How about a pizza?" I asked. "That'd be fine," he smiled. "We can stop off at this grocery store. They make them fresh all day on Friday's," I said, smiling back. "You follow me. I'll try to make sure we stay together." I got in his truck and he followed me in the big truck. We stopped off at the grocery store on the way and picked up a fresh pepperoni pizza and a case of beer. "Those are college staple foods, right?" I asked. "Yes. Yes they are," he agreed. Back on the road it took about ten minutes to get to the new place. My side of the duplex was on the left. It was a single story on a slab. This made it a very easy entry, especially since Adam backed in so the ramp went right up to the door. Inside we ate a big slice of pizza each and opened a single beer. Then I showed Adam the layout. It was pretty basic. Two bedrooms, a Jack and Jill bathroom between. The big room we entered and a real kitchen. The unloading went much quicker than the loading. The bed was the first thing we set up. I put on some new sheets. Adam hid the vibrator under the mattress for me. He was so cute, I just wanted to kiss him all over again. We had all the stuff in the apartment by 4pm. I guess the walk was shorter and the apartment was bigger so getting stuff in to fit was no issue. Then we needed to do the truck return and car retrieval dance. It seems complicated, but what we did was pretty easy. Adam drove us back to the old apartment in the moving truck. I got my car. Then we drove back to the truck place and got back my deposit. Then back to the new apartment. Finally, we got the rest of the boxes, the ones from Mom's, out of the Civic. Adam helped me unpack some of the boxes. There was plenty of time for that later though. I just wanted to relax now. We sat on my small love seat eating another slice of pizza and having our third or fourth beer. Adam finally said, "We've got to talk about this eventually, Zane." "When do you have to be there tomorrow for the start of the tour?" I asked. "I think it starts at 10 AM," he said. "Okay, first things first let's get my alarm clock set for 8:30. Then you put an alarm on your phone for 9:00 AM," I said, moving to locate the clock in the boxes. After a few minutes I found it and put it on the table beside the bed. I set the time and alarm. After we'd taken care of that, I asked. "Where's your travel bag?" "In the truck. I'll go get it," he said, kind of dissuaded. "I don't want to mess this up for you, Adam. It's super important to me." As he came back in with a suitcase and overnight bag I had to smile. "Very nice. You know proper preparation prevents poor performance, right?" He laughed, "That's one of Mom's sayings. It's kind of funny hearing the 5-Ps from you, though." "Well, it is a truism that I try to follow," I said. "Now we can settle in for the night and talk about anything you want." I popped another beer open anticipating the direction of the conversation. "Well, I can start by saying you shouldn't drink any more after that one," Adam suggested. "Okay. Because it is a serious conversation?" I asked. "You know very well it is. I'm confused. My heart is messing with my mind." "Yes, my emotions are overriding my logical thinking as well. That is what happened yesterday morning," I said. "I really shouldn't have done that." "But Zane, I wanted you to do it," Adam protested. "I've wanted it since I saw you that first Christmas you came home from VPI." "We shouldn't feel this way. Evolution should be telling us that it doesn't work. Not to mention all of the social norms. However, I'm at a loss to explain my physical and emotional attraction. I know, I love you. I think I really love you. But we just can't." "Zane, who makes these rules? Why can't people love who they love? We're just consenting adults who happen to be siblings. Who could love you more than me? Look at what happened to Mom. Dad said he loved her, then he left for some twenty-something. You know I'd always have your back." I looked at Adam and his pleading eyes. I wanted to embrace him and kiss him deeply. I just couldn't; it would be so wrong. "I don't know Adam. I really want it. After taking that step, there is no going back. You know that too, don't you?" "Yes. It's a big step... It's huge," he said. We sat for thirty or forty minutes just looking at one another. Each of us, weighing all the options. We both appeared to have reached the same conclusion at about the same time. We started undressing. Adam was very fit and super excited. I was almost as fit and my excitement was starting to flow a little. He came over and went right to my breasts at first. Kissing each and palming them in his hand very lightly. I pulled him up into an embrace and kissed him more fully now than yesterday. His erection was poking me in my belly, since he was a little taller. He was about 6' 3" and I'm about 5' 11". His upper body was nicely muscled, not bulky, but healthy. I was rubbing his abs and down to his manhood. It wasn't like a six pack, but he was firm and so sexy with just a light amount of hair from his navel to his crotch. I gently placed my hand around his cock, trying not to overstimulate him as I had yesterday. He was so very hard. His kissing grew intense. His hands were roaming freely, grabbing my butt and pulling me closer. "Let's go to my bed," I suggested. In my room, I pulled back the covers of the recently made bed. Climbing in he waited to see what I wanted. "Adam, I want to see it much closer. Lie over here," I said, pointing to the middle. He scooted to the middle. I greedily climbed in over top of him placing my wetness right over his mouth and taking him nearly fully into mine. Before I could really get any kind of rhythm going on his member, he was licking and sucking me to my first orgasm. I wasn't expecting to cum so soon, but his technique was making me crazy. I was moaning on his cock as I ground my cunny into his mouth. He was pushing his tongue into me and sucking most of me into his eager mouth. I quivered through a mind blowing orgasm and felt myself squirting a small stream of liquid into his mouth. As my spasms finished, I refocused on Adam's magnificent penis. I encircled the head with my lips and licked the slit tip. The contact with the tip caused him to buck slightly, I just stayed with him, but teasingly only working the head with my lips and tongue. As I watched his reactions I slowed my pace when he began gripping the sheet tightly in his hands. Backing off, I let him recover a bit. Once I could tell his tension had passed, I changed to plunging his cock into my mouth and throat repeatedly. His thickness and length were nearly gagging me, but I kept trying to get the whole thing inside my mouth. Involuntarily, his hips were beginning to rise to meet me. As I continued to build his excitement, he continued to try to give me a second orgasm with his mouth. His approach this time was much different from the first. He was mostly working my clit, but would let me calm for periods by working my outer lips. I could sense he was nearing his climax and I finally relaxed my throat enough to get him all the way in. Suddenly, he was shooting pulse after pulse of his seed into my mouth and throat. His moan into my excited pussy sent me over with him. The taste of his ejaculate was compelling. My experience was limited, but the guys I had tasted before were often bitter or foul. Adam had a fresh clean flavor. "Wow, Zane. That was amazing. You're so beautiful," he said. His hands were roaming my body, encouraging me to turn and face him. I slipped down in the bed beside him. His gentle but needful touching was delighting my senses. "I cannot believe we did that. I can't believe how much I wanted to do that." "Zane, I already admitted I've been imagining this for several years. It felt right. It felt great." I hugged him close. I loved his bare chest. He was mostly hairless; the hair he did have was soft and blond. His butt was firm and just as hairless. I was softly massaging it as we kissed deeply. "Adam, I want you so badly, but I don't know if we should go further." "We can go at any pace. You can take your time to think about it. I know what I want. It's not just lust," he said, pausing now, searching for the right words. "Zane, I love you! I'm in love with you. I've been trying to make myself not feel this way, but I just can't shake it." "Oh, Adam," Now I was searching for words. "I love you too. I just don't know if it can work. My body is aching to have you in me; you're maddening me with lust." I reached down to his member and found it fully hard again. "God, sis. You don't know how much I want that. I won't take that step unless you're sure. Let's sleep on it." "I can't leave you like this," I said, gently squeezing his throbbing penis. The veins of his cock were thick. His shaft was so handsome. I couldn't resist stroking it gently. A soft moan escaped his lips. "It's so wrong, but I need to have this." "Zane, I want to, obviously. But it's definitely a different line we'd be crossing." I knew I wanted to go further. Adam giving me the chance to back out showed me how much he loved me. He was clearly aching for me, but applied no pressure. No guy I'd ever been out with was like that. They couldn't get into my panties quick enough. I watched him observing my inner struggle. He got up saying, "I've got to use the restroom. You don't need to decide anything. You gave me so much just now. If we never did anything again, I'd have that memory forever." As he walked into the bathroom the light came on outlining him in the now darkened bedroom. The image was reminiscent of the one I'd gotten a couple days ago. Hearing the toilet lid lifted and the soft patter of him voiding his bladder. Suddenly I realized he was sitting down. Don't guys stand for that? Then there was a flush and the lid was gently replaced. "I'm sorry, this is silly," I said, when he returned. "You sat down to pee?" Smiling at me he pointed at his throbbing penis. "It's not going down right now. But really it is kind of a habit; I frequently sit at home. I heard it was better for me and it makes it easier on the lady in my life." "Lady in your life? Me?" I asked. "Well, maybe if you'll let me be your roommate, but I meant Mom. We only have that one bathroom. I'm so tall that the splash from that height is unavoidable." Roommate? Wow, in his mind he was moving in already. Such a lovely, helpful, patient, considerate young man. I was overwhelmed. "I love you, Adam. I'd be an absolute idiot to turn you away. Please, come make love to your big sister." He hesitated at the edge of the bed. The inner conflict was evident in his eyes. His emotions were ganging up with his physical desire. I cheated a little to help the decision. I crawled lustfully down the bed and took him into my mouth again. This time I grabbed his butt and pushed him all the way into my throat. The sight must have given him the perspective he needed to commit. His hands were exploring me again. When he reached over my ass and slipped a finger in my moist pussy, it was like an electrical shock through my body. Gasping for air I withdrew from him and pulled him into the bed on top of me. He was still a little unsure, but I grasped him and guided him towards my slit. Finally, he was taking control of me. He grabbed me at my waist. Gently, but insistently he began pressing into me. "Oh, god. That's so fucking good, sis," he hoarsely whispered. I was having my own OMG moment. He was so big. "Go slow, Adam. It has been a while for me and you are huge. Uh - oh - aahhhh..." I didn't really have to tell him. He was being so kind, but he slowed even further. "Let me know if I need to stop," he said, slowly backing out and beginning another forward stroke. Light easy strokes in and out. He was ever so patient. Seemed like forever, maybe 2 minutes or maybe 10, I lost all sense of time. It was exquisite stretching to accommodate him. When he was in, it was like that was the only place he should be. "Okay, sis?" "So much better than OK," I gasped. "Take me now. Do me. Fuck your big sister. Make me cum on that big dick of yours," I begged in a raspy voice. I couldn't believe what a slut I sounded like. He was making me crazy. Adam stayed positioned so he could watch himself going in and out of me. "It's so freaking erotic," he said. "I never thought I'd see this. It's beautiful, you don't know how beautiful, sis." "Come here and kiss me," I demanded. "We can do this slow and make it last. I don't want it to end." "Oh, god you are so tight. I have to go slow or I won't last," he exhaled. Finally, he gave me his lips, so soft and succulent. The combination of him fucking me and kissing me were almost enough, but I wanted it to build more. I held off while he slowly increased the speed of his rhythmic thrusts. Each drive pressed in completely. My hips were tilting and grinding with each stroke now. The down stroke, forcing him hard against my clit was making me insane. When he was just at the right frequency, I put my hands on his firm buttocks and started gripping with my vaginal muscles on the back stroke. He was staring right into my eyes. I knew instantly what he was thinking. "Just keep going as long as you can, Adam. I'm on the pill. I want you to cum inside me." He was instantly grateful to have the worry removed. He just kept pounding into me, my hands directing him. Suddenly, my orgasm was crashing over me and I felt myself gripping him really hard. He never ceased his motion or even gave any indication he was close. I closed my eyes and came again. "Oh, fuck that is gooood," I screamed. "Just like that. Keep doing thaaaatt uh, oh gaaawd," I said, as I quaked and spasmed beneath him. He was a machine. Moving my hand to his abs, I just lay there taking the fucking he was giving me. My mind was exploding and my heart was just melting. He was taking such care of me. Finally, my orgasmic waves diminishing, I stopped him. "Fuck me from behind now." Unintended Consequences He plopped out and I got on my knees. He carefully reentered me and started again with renewed passion. "Your backside is so perfect," he breathed, grabbing my hips and pulling me even harder. This angle was working a totally different nerve center for me and I was nearing another orgasm. Adam's thrusts were becoming very forceful now. I could tell he was getting close and his cock was expanding inside me. "Cum inside me, little brother. Fill your big sister up with that load," I heard myself encouraging him with my breathy words. My auditory cue of dirty words had him climaxing at last. "Oh, Zane, I'm cuuuummminggg," he yelled. Spasm after spasm of warm seed was spraying into my womb and against my cervix. The rough from-behind position and his hot jizz gushing inside me pushed me off the cliff with him. As I came, I could feel myself tightening around his penis. It seemed to intensify his final moments until he was spent. We both collapsed on the bed. His cum was trickling out of me, but I didn't care. It had been wonderful. Better than any fantasy. "That was so fucking hot," he said, finally recovering his wits. He embraced me tightly from behind as we spooned. "I don't ever want what we have to end," I admitted to him. His hands were roaming again. It was like he was checking to make sure it had all been real. I was having some trouble coming to terms with the reality of it as well. It already seemed like a dream. The emotional and physical release combined with the day's efforts moving must have really tired us out. I was falling asleep, thinking about how this might all work. Early the next morning, I was awakened by Adam at my crotch again. He was licking me for everything he was worth. When I gazed down at him, he smiled. I could see the twinkle in his playful eyes. He continued to nibble and lick around my labia. "What a nice way to wake up," I said to him. Then he slipped two fingers into my sopping wet cunt. "Ung, my gaaawd. You - uh - um - ooohhh. You don't play fair." He was working inside with his fingers and outside with his mouth. It was super intense. Soon my hands were gripping his head through his blond hair. I directed him as to where to linger longer or harder. I was lost. Suddenly, I heard him swallowing hard and choking a little. Unphased, Adam just continued his fingering and licking of me as an earth-shaking orgasm caused me to squirt a large volume of liquid into his awaiting mouth. It was accompanied by a squeal, I hadn't realized I was making. When I settled finally, Adam placed his hands on my midsection. He slowly worked up to my breasts, cupping and squeezing them lightly. Gently kneading them he brought his lips to one. Lingering, he teased the nipple with his tongue. Then the other got the same treatment. No one had ever taken this kind of time to get me hotter and hotter. He continued a trail of licks and kisses up my chest until he reached my neck and face. Smothering me with kisses he breathed into my ear. "Good morning, sis. That tasted so good. Can I fuck you again?" "If you don't, I'm going to be very disappointed," I whispered back. "Any particular position you prefer?" he asked. "God I love you; where have you been all my life?" I asked. "Waiting," he said. "Yes, yes you have. Adam, I want you to have me how ever you like. I would do just about anything for you." "Okay, then you get on top and drive," he said playfully. "Seriously, I give you free reign, and you want me to drive?" I asked incredulously. "I love woman on top, sis. It just works and I can have full access to your perfect breasts." "I love being on top," I giggled as I mounted him. Teasing him a bit by lowering myself onto the tip and pulling away. He just lay there and took it, looking into my eyes with absolute adoration. He didn't reach down to push me onto himself; he just let me do what I wanted. "One day, you are going to have to accept the kind of freedom you've just given me." With that I impaled myself on him. I nearly orgasmed again just from the entry. As I adjusted to him, I began slowly increasing my gyrations. Adam had a huge smile on his face. His hands reached out for my breasts. Cupping each, he gently squeezed them as I pumped him in and out of me. Sitting up a bit he took my left nipple into his mouth and sucked lightly. The wetness he'd caused earlier was making the friction between us negligible. I was disappearing into a dream. My dream guy was here giving me the love I needed and the sex I craved. My entire being was being fulfilled. Yet, somewhere in the back of my mine was the nagging perception that we couldn't have this. The idea dragged me back to the moment, which I was deeply enjoying. Adam smiled up at me. "Where'd you go, sis?" His return thrusts were keeping pace with mine. "Oh, little brother. You make me feel so loved. This is so wrong and feels so right." "Yeah, I know. I've been thinking about it too. Just love me now." Putting my hands on his firm pectorals, I increased my tempo and bent forward to kiss him. Our tongues entwining. Bodies slapping together. His cock burrowing into me. It was all carrying us forward into the chasm of taboo lines we'd crossed. "Zane, you are making me crazy. I don't know how much longer I can hold out," he panted in my ear. "Fuck me hard, little brother. Drive your big cock into me and fill me up again," I whispered back into his ear. I began squeezing him on each stroke. Soon he was thrashing beneath me as he geysered up into my womb again. "Oooo - god - I love you. Faaaawwwkkkkk." My climax followed very closely on his. The waves were washing over me as I came and came. My mind was a flurry of conflicting thoughts and emotions. What was I doing? Was this going to hurt Adam? How much I loved him. How kind and gentle he was. How perfect we were together. I came back to myself in a start, hearing myself nearly screaming, "Adam." My legs were quivering. "Zane, are you OK?" he asked looking into my eyes. "You were climaxing like that for about five minutes." "I don't know. I'm so sorry. This is all so incredible," I said breathlessly. "Don't be sorry. You know I love you, Zane." "And I love you, Adam." I said, finally rolling off of him. As I lay next to him, I caressed his chest and abs lightly with my hand. Soon he was sleeping. My mind wandered as I gazed over his handsome form. Where was this all heading? I needed to talk to someone, but who could understand what I was experiencing? What would Mom think if she found out? Could I talk to her? What odd set of circumstances had brought us to this point? What ripple effects might our actions have? I drifted off to sleep with my head resting on Adam's chest. The morning came and now here I was gazing on the love of my life, my brother Adam, none of my questions answered. * * * * * To be continued. Please, let us know what you think.