****** My Brother's Touch by Katherine English ******
===============================================================================

My Brother's Touch


He said I was frigid.

He called me an "Ice Princess," his hard blue eyes flashing beneath the dome
light... then started the car and drove away. What could I do... what could I
say? I'd wanted to please him... wanted to make our first time... my first
time... special.

I thought I'd done what he wanted me to do, out there in the desert, alone in
the dark confines of his car. I'd let him kiss me... explore my mouth with his
tongue... slide his hand inside of my dress. But it hadn't been enough.

I'd even lain eager and quivering as he tore my panties from my body, pressing
the softness of his sex between my virginal folds. But instead of slipping into
my warm, untried depths he'd gotten angry... abusive. He'd said that he
"couldn't," and that it was my fault.

So he'd driven me home... and there I stood, alone in front of my sorority
house, the engagement ring I'd so cherished gone from my finger, and the man
I'd waited for all of my life now fading into the distance. I shivered, my red
hair swaying against the brief expanse of my diminutive form. This wasn't how
it was supposed to be... not how I'd wanted it to be.

I knew then, that as a woman I was totally worthless. If Chuck could turn his
back on me, then no man on earth would ever... could ever want me. My fantasies
of passionate nights and warm awakenings would remain unrequited, lost to my
own inadequacies.

My mind slipped quietly toward thoughts of Will, my brother, and the many warm
and willing females that had known his intimate embrace. Tall and strong, Will
was an attractive man, made handsome by the inner glow that filled his eyes and
brought laughter to the lips of those around him. It was no wonder he was
popular... something I could never be.

My shy ways and soft-spoken voice served as an effective buffer against the
world around. It was only Will who knew me... just Will... and oh how I needed
his gentle, understanding words wrapped around my heart at this moment.

I don't know how long I stood staring into the darkness of the dimly lit
street, hoping to see Chuck's Corvette make it's way once more down "Sorority
Row"... the opportunity for a second chance prominent in his eyes... on his
lips... between his legs. But it wasn't to be. It never happened. Just like my
life... it was over.

I'd met Chuck during my second year at the University of Arizona in Tucson, and
I had immediately known that he was "The One". His shy smile and gentle ways
had won me over from the moment I met him.

Knowing that I was a virgin, Chuck had taken it slow... barely daring a peck on
the cheek at the door of my sorority house until our fourth date, and not much
more after that. He'd been the perfect gentleman, his hands never leaving his
sides, his hormones perpetually in check.

When he'd finally asked me to marry him, just before the sorority Christmas
party, I was more than ready to explore the womanly wonders I'd heard so much
about... to give myself to Chuck completely... or so I thought.

Weeks went by, then months. I had begun to wonder if Chuck preferred to wait
until our wedding night... if his reluctance to carry our relationship to a
more physical level was due to moral or religious restrictions. Finally, I
gathered my courage and broached the topic, trembling and flushed as I tried to
find the phrases so alien to me... fearful that I would appear immoral and low
in my fiancé's eyes once the words had escaped my lips.

He'd been calm, almost detached as I probed delicately around the issue, his
voice nonchalant, his demeanor one of patient indulgence.

"You're a virgin, Caroline. I don't want to scare you. There's plenty of time
for that... later," he'd said, taking my hand in his. "You can only have one
'first time'... and I want it to be right for you."

I'd nodded, agreeing with him as I always did... but deep down inside I felt
that I was ready... that now was the right time, and that our union would be as
beautiful and full of wonder as Will had always told me it would be.

Chuck shared a condo with another graduate student, Ray Danvers, and after that
night I found Chuck including him on our outings more and more often..
Sometimes it seemed as though we were never alone, and I frequently felt like a
third wheel to the joyful camaraderie shared by the two close companions.

Then came the night of the "kegger"... a year-end party given by a frat house
aligned with my sorority. I'd been looking forward to this evening... to
finally being alone with Chuck again... hoping that perhaps tonight...

They say to be careful of what you wish for... because you might get it.

The evening had been pleasant... jocular, with Chuck blending easily into the
male domain of our hosts. True to form, there'd been "Jello shooters" and the
inevitable watermelon injected with vodka, and more than a few couples had
vanished up the long, winding stairs to the bedrooms above.

I'd taken particular care with my appearance that night, just enough cleavage
to stimulate... a short enough hemline to turn Chuck's head. I wanted him to
know that I was ready to feel his touch on my body... to become a woman... his
woman, and if the response of the other men in the room was any indication, I'd
succeeded.

It was then I'd heard the whispers... seen the nudges that passed from our
hosts in Chuck's direction, their eyes caressing my form as I waited patiently
for my fiancé to take me home.

"Hey man... if she was mine..."

"What ya waitin' for, Dude..."

"Fuck her man... I would..."

"Something the matter with you, Man? Hey... you're not...?"

Chuck grew flushed, his civilized façade wearing thin as he watched me chat
with a young man near the punchbowl. The look in his eyes was something I
hadn't seen before, as though the curious undercurrent I'd always felt had
finally risen to the surface.

"Let's go," he said, crossing to my side, his words low and slurred by the
quantities of alcohol he'd consumed. "Tell your friend here that you have to
leave with your fiancé, and let's get out of here."

Quickly he'd peeled out of the crowded parking area, spraying gravel in his
wake... his driving both sloppy and erratic as he made his way into the
foothills of Mt. Lemmon, far from the U of A campus. High desert, it was
called, with its juxtaposition of cactus and mesquite dotting the low dunes
that separated us from the rest of the world.

Consumed in a cloud of dust, he'd ground the car to a halt beneath a cottonwood
and turned off the ignition. There, without preamble he leaned over, pinning me
against the seatback, his hands rough and demanding.

"Chuck?" I'd cringed, his sudden aggressiveness frightening me. "Please... not
so hard," I begged as he grabbed me and thrust his tongue deep into my throat,
his hands tearing at the cleavage of my dress.

"You wanted this... didn't you?" he said gruffly, releasing the lever on the
side of my seat and laying me prone beneath him. "Well, tonight's the night..."

I quivered. This wasn't what I'd had in mind... not this sort of abruptness...
brutality. But here it was... at the hands of my fiancé... the man I loved.

Swallowing hard I lowered my hands to my sides, forcing a smile to my lips as
his fingers tore at the buttons of my dress... digging into the tender flesh of
my breasts... punishing my hardened nipples with cruel nips from his teeth.

He grunted... a bestial sound... nothing like the sweet romantic words that I'd
fantasized would accompany this most intimate of moments. Then grabbing the hem
of my dress, he bared my thighs and shoved his hand between them... parting
them forcibly... thrusting his fingers beneath the delicate fabric of my
panties and into my auburn thatch.

A jerk... the sound of tearing lace and elastic, and I lay bare before him, my
tears held at bay by the sole remembrance that this was the man I loved more
than life... that he would never hurt me.

Climbing between my legs, he thrust... once... again, and I felt the soft
warmth of his sex dangling futilely between my outstretched thighs, tiny
ineffectual droplets of his precum dribbling between my legs.

He tried again, anger building across his brow, his hands finding and
encircling my throat as he drove against me, attempting a penetration that
seemed far beyond his reach. Limply, I attempted to pry his fingers from my
windpipe, but found my strength dwindling with each passing moment. Finally, as
I felt the last of my breath begin to fail, he slumped atop me, a low groan
stealing through the silence of the car.

"You Bitch," he murmured. "You frigid Bitch. This is your fault... all of it.
How could anyone get it up with an Ice Princess like you... you ball-busting
slut!"

And so, as abruptly as it had begun... it was over. Chuck had rearranged his
clothing, leaving me to care for myself, jammed the car into gear and taken me
back to the sorority. There, with a warning that I was to say nothing of the
incident to anyone, he'd taken back my precious ring and left me on the curb to
cry alone.

Lost and forlorn...

Worthless.

Once inside my room I fell apart, my voice lost in hoarse, uncontrollable sobs,
my body wracked with the aftermath of fear and desperation. The delicate
pastels and lace of my room taunted me now, reminders of the dreams of a young
girl who was no more. Frantic, I tore the dress, once my favorite, from my body
and threw it into the trashcan beside my desk. Then hurrying into the bathroom
I turned on the shower as hot as I could stand it, scrubbing desperately away
at the memory of his vile touch against my skin.

I stayed there forever, or so it seemed, each minute painfully blending into
the next, the steaming spray abusing my reddening flesh. Then, finally I
returned to my bedroom and stood before the mirror... attempting to reconcile
myself to my new and disastrous devaluation. I couldn't believe my eyes!
Outside of a few bruises around my throat, there was no sign of my shame... my
fall from womanhood. Only the dead, dull remnants of my once innocent and
sparkling green eyes told the story of what had happened.

I sank onto the bed, my body shivering, my eyes filling with tears. There was
only one person I could talk to about this... only one person who could
understand... and that was Will.

Tentatively, I reached for the phone, knowing that Will would drop everything
and rush to my side the minute he heard... but was that what I really wanted?
He had a life of his own... a cabin nearby in the Santa Catalina Mountains... a
good job as a software designer. I was no longer his "Little Sister"... we were
grown now. I had to learn to stand on my own two feet.

Dimly, I hugged the phone to my chest, desperately wanting to hear his voice,
but not wanting to foist my problems on the hard-won order of his life. I
needed him so much at that moment... but I couldn't...

The phone rang, making me jump, startling me out of my dark reluctance.

"Hello?" I answered, waiting for a response.

"Hi Caro! How was the 'kegger"? I just wanted to call and make sure you got
back to the dorm okay."

It was Will! Somehow, some way through the dark convolutions of the night he'd
known I wanted him, sensed that I needed him with me at this moment. In a rush
I heard myself retelling the events of the evening... of the car... Chuck's
vituperate accusations... my broken engagement.

I'd expected Will to be upset, to give me a long montage of advice that would
help me to win back my fiancé, but instead he was deathly silent, almost as
though our connection had been severed by some unknown hand.

Then..."I'm coming over..." he said, his voice low and menacing. "That son-of a
bitch! When I get through with that prissy little asshole..." And the line went
dead.

I was shocked! "Prissy little asshole?" Chuck? Was that what Will had thought
of him all this time? And why was he angry with Chuck... it was my fault. I'm
the one who wasn't woman enough to...

Once more tears rimmed my eyes as I thought back on the evening past. I should
have known what to say... what to do! Oh, why was I so stupid? Then I thought
of Chuck. All he'd wanted was a real woman with whom to share a passionate
encounter... and I'd let him down. My first time, and my last. I was forever
doomed to a life of fruitless fantasy... a worthless virgin that no man would
ever touch.

Tear-streaked, I stood naked once more in front of my mirror and assessed the
inadequacies of my body. My breasts, disproportionately full, rose above my
slim and delicate frame, out of sync with my petite height. How could a family
who had spawned a son of such luxury length, 6"1", have also begotten a
daughter of a mere 5'4"?

My hair, bright red as a child, had settled into the warm hues of autumn, and
now lay curled and auburn down the length of my back. I'd thought it attractive
at one time... my best feature... but now it seemed hideous to behold... all of
it did.

Quickly I grabbed my robe from the back of the bathroom door and covered my
nudity in peach satin. I had just looped the belt around my waist when I heard
Will at the door. I stiffened... bolstering my courage. I couldn't let my
brother know how upset I'd been... I wouldn't. I needed to be strong, to show
him how well his "Little Sister" was handling this "minor" crisis.

I pasted a smile of false bravado on my lips and swung wide the door... then
stopped. One look at my tear-streaked face, the bruises on my throat, and
Will's eyes took on a murderous visage. It was the same look he'd had when
Jimmy Chambers had dared to peek beneath my skirt when we were kids... only
amplified a hundred times.

"That bastard is dead," he growled, his skin flushing in anger. "I want his
address... now!"

Shaking, I walked to the bed and sat down, trying to hold myself in check.. I'd
never seen Will so angry before. I couldn't give him Chuck's address when he
was in this state of mind. He really MIGHT kill him... and then spend the rest
of his life in jail. I couldn't have that on my conscience too... not hurting
my beloved brother as well.

Still angry, Will crossed the floor and sat next to me on the satin coverlet,
his voice dark and demanding. "Caro... I want to know where he lives! I'm not
going to let him get away with this... not to you!"

And that was when the dam broke, hot tears running in torrents down my face...
my shame filling the space between us. "It wasn't him," I sobbed, pressing my
face against his chest. "It was me! I wasn't any good... I didn't know how
to..."

Wet and quivering, I buried my woes against the firm muscles of his body... his
hand stroking my back, his soothing touch my salvation on a stormy sea. "I-
I feel so stupid, Will! I know all about biology. Why didn't I know what to do?
It could have been so wonderful, if only..."

"Caro! It wasn't your fault! Is that what you think?" he murmured into my hair,
drawing me beneath his chin. "The problem was Chuck... not you. The guy's a
moron! I never did like him, but you were so set on..."

"But you weren't there, Will! He wanted... he wanted... to... but I couldn't
even get him... aroused. I'm not a woman, Will... I'm nothing!"

"Oh..." he groaned as I pressed myself against him once more, my robe parting
to the thigh, my cleavage gaping before him. Suddenly he grasped my wrists and
began to push me away, his eyes dark and intense. "You're a woman all right...
a beautiful woman," he said rising and turning his back to me.. "Chuck is the
problem... believe me... I know." he finished weakly.

Desperate to lighten the situation, I reached for his hand and turned him once
more towards me saying "And how do you know? Peeking again?" I joked weakly,
referring to a time many years ago when my prepubescent brother had sneaked a
glance at my naked form in the bathtub.

It was then I noticed the enormous distortion in the line of his jeans... a
bulge, large and prominent, pressing against his zipper, threatening to tear
the fabric to shreds at any moment.

Will flushed a bright red, then turned towards the door. "I'd better go," he
croaked hoarsely. "This isn't right..."

"I've done it again... haven't I?" I whimpered, a fresh rush of tears fouling
my cheeks. "This time I've hurt you too! I hate myself! I do!"

Again Will crossed the room to where I now lay prone, face down across the
satin covering. He wouldn't leave... couldn't... not when I felt so utterly
desperate for the touch of his hand.

"Caro..." he whispered, his palm stroking my back once more. "Don't. None of
this is your fault. Chuck was a jerk... and so am I. You haven't done a thing
wrong... nothing. This... my..." he stuttered, indicating his burgeoning
manhood. "It's just that you're so... so... Caro... you're a beautiful woman...
sensuous... desirable. If you weren't my sister..."

I looked up into his eyes then, searching his face for the truth... and found
it. Will wanted me. He wanted me with the same long yearning that had consumed
me so many times in the past when we spoke... touched. But he was my brother...
my own flesh and blood. How could we...?

And then I knew...

Rolling onto my back, I swallowed hard, my hand lowering to caress his
trembling hardness. "Will," I whispered, my voice sure and steady at last..
"Teach me... make me a woman. Please..."

Will paused... his eyes troubled... his hands quivering above the satin tie of
my robe, fighting the urge that pounded in his mind. "Are you sure, Caro... are
you...?" he asked, as though either of us had a choice any longer.

"I'm sure," I answered, slipping his hand beneath the satin... cupping his
fingers around my breast. "Please, Will... please?"

With a low moan he slid his hand downward and parted my robe, his eyes taking
on a lean and hungry look I'd never seen before.

For the first time I felt the warm gush of passion flow between my thighs, and
I knew that this was right. It had to be. How could something that felt so
perfect be anything else? Reaching toward him, I fumbled with his belt... his
zipper... my hand longing to touch him, to stroke that hard length of the man
to whom I would give my innocence.

"Don't," he rasped hoarsely. "I can't hold back if you... Caro, I just want you
so much! Lay back, 'Little Sister'... I want to make this perfect for you...
something to remember."

And so I did as he directed, laying back against the satin of my virginal bed,
quivering as his tongue parted my lips... exploring deep into my warm, wet
mouth... his hand milking the hardened nipples of my breasts.

I gasped as wave after melting wave of desire swept through me, filling me with
liquid fire, calling to me with a voice as old as mankind itself. Again I
reached for my lover... my brother, my hands attempting to peel the clothing
from his miraculous form... to allow my eyes to take in his maleness. But again
he held me fast.

"No, Caro... don't. I mean it! You have no idea what you're doing to me!" he
croaked, pinning my wrists above my head. "Let me do it... ok?"

Then he rose, and shedding his clothing on the floor, stood naked before my
questing gaze. Both aroused, and a little frightened, I stared at the massive
length of him... my first sight of an erect male... and blushed. I wanted to
touch it... him... but I knew I couldn't. Not now. Will was in complete
control... and he'd told me not to. I would obey if it killed me.

Lying beside me once more, I felt his lips begin to suck gently at my nipples,
now hard and thrusting into the warmth of his mouth. A silken cord wound deep
inside... tighter and tighter... and the wetness of my virginal passion began
to pool beneath me... crying out for the touch of my brother's body.

Silently he lowered his hand, exploring the dripping auburn curls between my
thighs, his fingers probing... seeking... finding the quivering core of my sex.
He stroked knowingly at the unbroken capstone of my womanhood, slipping a
single finger beneath into my waiting passage. I closed my eyes... moaning into
his mouth as he began to stroke... deeper and deeper. Then he stopped.

"I need to see something, Caro," he murmured against my neck. "Open your legs
for me... wider."

Confused, I parted my thighs and felt him slip between my splayed legs, his
hands gently prying my knees further and further apart until not a hint of
maidenly modesty could possibly remain. I quivered. What was he doing? What...

And then I felt it... his tongue... lapping gently at the moist effluent that
dribbled from my intimate core. I shivered, a flush overcoming me and tried to
close my legs once more... to shut out this intensity... to prolong the
delicious sensations that now ran rampant through my body... but Will was
prepared, and again held me fast.

"Relax, Caro... let me take care of you. Let me..."

And with that I felt his fingers probe deep inside of my hungering slit...
opening me to his gaze... to his touch... to his lips.

Gently he touched the thin membrane that that would fall to his tender
ministrations this night... probing as though to determine the discomfort he
would have to inflict in order to give me the completion that I so desperately
desired. "Caro... are you sure?" he began again, his voice deep and husky in
his throat. "This may hurt... I mean... I don't want to hurt you... but..."

"Please, Will... don't stop! I want you inside of me... I want... I want..."

And then my voice was stilled as I felt his lips upon my clit... sucking...
caressing until my discordant moans filled the hushed silence of the room. My
body tensed like a band of rubber stretched to its limits... poised to fly into
oblivion.

It was then, in a sudden primal rush... I snapped.

A hot gush flooded between my thighs and I cried out my need in a language
known only to lovers and the beasts of the field. My hips thrust maddeningly
against his face, and I begged for the completion that I knew only he could
give me.

Desperately I moaned aloud as be suddenly broke off, his body covering mine,
his rigid shaft pressing painfully between my thighs... probing the barrier of
my virginity. A thrust... hard and sure... pain... pain... pain... and then I
felt him deep inside of me... his hot, hard maleness penetrating my very soul.

He paused once again, waiting for a sign, any sign that I was ready to
continue. I kissed him then... my trembling fingers delicately tracing the
strong contours of his jaw line. "Please, Will..." I whispered against his
cheek, my hips rising to meet him. "I want you so much..."

His breath escaped in a long, uneven gasp as he began to move, slowly at first,
then taking up a rhythm designed to build... to endure until the thundering
moment of release.

I lay as I was told... my passion rising with each thrust of his hips, my hands
itching to touch his sweet flesh. And then I could stand it not longer. Once
more, as my soft moans filled the room, I reached for him... touching him...
stroking the length of his back as he labored above me. I felt his muscles...
tense and bunched beneath my fingertips... straining for control.

He shivered as I caressed the small of his back, his voice an indecipherable
growl of warning as he struggled to contain himself... but yet I continued.

Now I felt the hard jut of his buttocks fall beneath my touch... quivering...
thrusting between my thighs... fighting against me for control. I stroked...
massaged... kneaded... my nails digging into his heated flesh until the air
resounded with his guttural moans.

"Caro!" he growled, his body becoming rigid, and then he plunged deep inside of
me... to the very pit of my molten core... pounding... plundering as I found my
voice and joined him in a duet... primal and ancient.

All control lost, I screamed as my climax washed over me, my body shuddering
beneath his assault, my passion wrapping around him in a warm, wet embrace that
sent him careening over the edge.

With one massive lunge, he plunged into my very being... filling me with his
heat... his seed boiling deep inside of me... seeping between my thighs...
wetting the coverlet beneath us. Together we joined in a spiraling crescendo
that rocked the room... the world in its intensity... our minds and bodies one
with each other... our union complete... our bond inseparable.

How long we lay there, clothed only in each other's embrace I'll never know.
But when we finally parted it was as though something vital had been torn from
me... something that I could no longer live without.

"Will?" I whispered, my voice hesitant... uncertain. "I don't want you to go. I
want to stay with you... be with you... again... and again."

Will lay silently by my side, knowing that as the eldest, the voice of reason
must be his... and yet he couldn't bring himself to say the words that would
end what had begun between us.

"I could leave the dorm, Will... move in with you. I could spend this summer
working here in the city, then stay on when the new school year starts. No one
would guess that we're... you know... 'together.' We're brother and sister.
They'll think I'm sleeping in your guestroom. It would work... please Will...
say it would work..."

Again Will was silent, a battle of indecision warring across his brow. "Caro...
you know this is wrong. We can't just rewrite the rules of morality... the law.
What if someone found out... Mom and Dad..."

"They won't, Will," I whispered, my hand fondling his reawakening sex. "I've
always picked my battles... chosen what was worth fighting for and what wasn't.
This is something I don't want to slip away... something I'll regret for the
rest of my life if I let it go. But I don't want to pressure you into something
you can't live with. I need to know how you feel, Will. Be honest with me..."

Slowly he turned his head, his eyes bright with passion and the promise of a
future to come. Smiling, he gathered me into his arms, his hands stroking my
body, his voice warm against my neck.

"How soon can you be packed?" he whispered, his lips trailing once more down my
quivering form.

I sighed. It would be a long and wonderful night, with Will beside me... inside
of me... and then our lives would begin anew. Could tomorrow be any more
wonderful than this moment, I wondered.

Impossible.


PART 2

Tanque Verde Road wound slowly high into the Santa Catalina Mountains, taking
us closer with each passing moment to Will's rustic home in beautiful Sabino
Canyon. The air was crisp, refreshing, the smog of Tucson left 17 miles away in
the valley below. Here, the abundance of cacti had dwindled, giving way to
gnarled cedars and stately pines as we made our way into the Coronado National
Forestlands.

My body ached, both with the passing of my virginity, and with the realization
that Will and I would be alone in the splendor of the forest, sharing in
intimate communion for as long as we wished... far from the critical eyes of
the world around.

Ever the protector, Will had risen early and searched the yellow pages for a
gynecologist, ultimately making an appointment with a local doctor for me to
begin taking "The Pill". Until then, he said, he'd "take care" of everything.
An unplanned pregnancy was the last thing either of us wanted.

A slow flush crept across my cheeks as I fingered the bulky package that sat on
the seat beside me... the product of a quick trip to the local pharmacy on the
way out of town. True to his word... Will was indeed going to "take care of
everything". Small rectangular packages of all sizes and descriptions filled
the bulging sack..."latex"... "lubricated"..."ribbed"... there had to be
hundreds of them!

Again I felt the slow trickle between my thighs that I had rapidly come to
associate with thoughts of my brother. I envisioned each of the erotic, latex
ringlets as they slipped over his burgeoning manhood, caressing his eager flesh
as I hungered beneath him. A road sign sped by... how far to Will's cabin, I
wondered for the umpteenth time... how far!

Finally, we were there.

As though he'd been reading my mind, Will grabbed the package from the seat,
scooped me up in his arms and carried me through the entryway... straight into
his large and brightly lit bedroom.

"I can't wait," he whispered, almost apologetically as he fumbled awkwardly
with the buttons of my blouse. "I want you now... right now. Help me get this
damned thing off!" he swore, tangling with the catch of my bra.

Slowly I backed away from him and reached behind my back, finding the elusive
catch and releasing my full breasts into the crisp air... nipples pebbling with
excitement.

Will swallowed hard, his erection bulging against his inseam as he watched me
slide my fingers beneath the waistband of my jeans and drop them to the floor
at my feet. Finally only my panties, wet and sodden between my thighs were
left.

The dark stain, evidence of my arousal, drove Will to even greater heights as
he tore at his own clothing, refusing my help as he hurried to unleash his
throbbing shaft. Then, removing my panties he slipped his finger into my
dripping sex, a slow smile crossing his features.

I was ready.

Quickly, he reached into the pharmacy bag and brought out what appeared to be a
gold coin... a metallic circle to ensure the "safety" of our passion. Frantic
now, he tore at it with his teeth, ripping away the covering and fitting his
massive "head' into the seemingly inadequate "cap".

"Wait," I whispered. "Let me... please. I need to learn how to do this..."

"Caro..." he groaned, precum dripping from his quivering erection. "Not this
time... okay? I'm only... human... and..."

But, kneeling between his thighs I took the condom from his fingers and began
to assess the situation. It looked so tiny next to the enormous length and
girth of my brother's penis. How could it possibly...?

Then I noticed the trembling drop of cum poised precariously before me... mere
inches from my lips... and instinctively I lapped.

"Caro," Will growled, the word lost deep in his throat as I closed my lips over
the tip of his sex. "I... oh my God... Caro..."

Another drop... and a third.

I savored the maleness of him on my tongue, the condom forgotten on the floor
as I began to suck... to lick... to draw out this new and wonderful sensation.

Desperately, Will reached between his legs, his trembling hands attempting to
push me away, but I would not be swayed. Instead I held fast, my left hand
ensuring my place as I grasped his buttocks, my right gently fondling his
scrotum as I pumped drop after drop from his quivering body.

Finally, control shattered... his climax upon him, Will dove his hands into my
hair... drawing me closer... driving his length fully into my throat.

At first I began to choke, his massive organ thrusting deep within me, his
hands clutched in my auburn strands... holding me... imprisoning me. And then I
began to relax, reveling in the feel, the taste of him in my mouth.

Seconds passed, and Will's penetrating thrusts now became harder... more
insistent. Tiny spurts of his cum shot across my tongue as he plunged between
my lips...

And then it happened.

With a final massive lunge, Will groaned and drove his hardened flesh deep into
my throat, his cum filling my mouth as he murmured "Swallow it, Caro... suck my
cock, Baby... that's it... that's... oooohhhhhh"

Suddenly I felt him pressing me to the floor, his knees cradling my head as he
delivered his final powerful thrusts deep within me.

"Ohhhh... Caro," he moaned, his body dropping atop my own. "I can't believe
you're so new at this. Once you learn the ropes, you're gonna kill me!"

I smiled, his obvious pleasure bringing pleasure to me as well. But he wasn't
finished... not yet. Eagerly his hand thrust between my legs, two of his
fingers probing deeply inside, his thumb massaging the delicate nub of my
passion.

"This is your 'pussy', Baby. I want you to say it. Let me hear you," he
murmured into my hair, his hand creating havoc between my thighs.

"Pussy," I breathed, the sound of it bringing fire to my cheeks. "Your hand...
in... my pussy."

He smiled, "And... you just sucked my 'cock'," he stated, waiting for my
response. "Say it, Caro... say it, Baby"

"And I just... sucked... your... cock," I whispered, another flush rising to my
cheeks, his fingers causing massive flooding between my legs.

"Oh lord, you're so wet!" he smiled, pressing his dripping fingers to my lips.
"Suck on this, Baby... lick it all off, and then I want you to grab the leg of
the bed with BOTH of your hands, and don't let go until I tell you to."

Slowly I raised my hands above my head, grabbing the peeled pine of the leg as
Will laved a slow trail down my body. With primal urgency, I parted my thighs,
my back arching, hips thrusting in anticipation of what was to come.

But Will had other ideas.

Instead he lifted my legs, placing one on each of his shoulders, rendering me
immobile as he dove face first into my wet and yearning 'pussy'.

I cried out in frustration! I wanted to move... to be able to drive my body
against him, to feel his soft brown hair beneath my fingertips... but Will,
with sadistic glee, would have none of it. Tormentingly he teased, bringing me
to the very edge with his tongue... his touch... only to withdraw and begin
once again.

I whimpered... moaned as time after time I felt the first trembling quivers of
my body go unfulfilled, only to be reawakened seconds later... tortured to a
peak that I had never even imagined.

"Oh Will!" I cried, pleading for my release. "Please!"

And then, my control abandoned, I felt my claws in his hair, holding him
tightly between my legs, refusing to allow him to back away yet again.

Will raised his head then, his face dripping with my juices, his eyes clouded
with passion. "I told you to hang on, Caro... and I meant it this time." He
rasped, pinning my wrists above my head with his powerful hands.

Then, grabbing my bra from the floor, he bound my hands securely to the
bedpost, satisfied that at last I could no longer disobey.

Again my torment resumed, Will's fingers teasing my clit, his tongue probing
mercilessly deep inside. Noisily he sucked, slurping my juices as he milked
them from my body again and again, his hunger insatiable. Then, just when I
felt I could endure nothing more, I felt his right hand probing between my
buttocks, parting them, his thumb testing the rigidity of the ring of muscle
that protected my narrower passage.

I moaned, a guttural sigh as he drove his thumb into me, a fresh rush of cum
flowing madly between my legs, coating his hand, allowing his thick digit to
slide with greater ease as he plunged over and over into my tight bud.

He smiled, my pleasure his own... and once more he lapped, taking it all in as
I writhed beneath him, drowning in my own ecstasy.

And then I screamed.

My climax came crashing down around me with an intensity that shook my very
being. Again I screamed... and again.

I felt Will pause minutely, my knees pressed tightly against my chest, the
sound of him sliding the latex quickly over his engorged cock. And then he was
inside of me... a single thrust, hard and penetrating, ramming forcefully into
my belly, his balls slapping against my buttocks as he thrust mindlessly into
my quivering sex.

Bestial sounds tore the stillness (mine?)... my cries of passion driving my
lover, my brother to even greater depths, more primal lunges, until finally
with an exhausted groan he fell atop my sated body, limp and immovable.

"Oh, Caro," he breathed, searching in vain for the words that so eluded him.
"Oh, Baby... I can't believe what you do to me."

Then, eyes widening, he released my hands, his own stroking my cheek, smoothing
away my impassioned tears. "Caro... oh my God... I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?
Baby... I couldn't stop... please... believe me!" he pleaded, remembering the
savage thrust of his hips as he'd taken me.

Weakly I smiled, my eyes aglow with the wonders of his nearness... the memory
of his unrestrained passion. How could I be upset? I'd wanted it... all of
it... and more. Will had awakened something inside of me that had lain dormant
far too long. The genie would never fit back into her bottle. I was now aware
of my own sexuality, and would remain so until the day I died...

... A gift from my loving brother.

And so the summer progressed, our considerable supply of prophylactics giving
out just as I became established on "The Pill". While I missed the intimacy of
unrolling the soft, thin latex over Will's well "kissed" and trembling flesh,
the added spontaneity the pill allowed us more than made up for the loss.

Then, one day it all ground to a rumbling halt.

Our parents came for a visit.

Dutiful as always, Will gave up his room with it's king-sized bed that week,
and opted to sleep on the couch during their visit. I on the other hand was
forced by protocol to finally make use of the guestroom I had supposedly been
using all along.

Days passed... three... then four... the nights long and unending as I lay
alone in the guestroom, stroking the places that cried out for Will's touch
alone. Finally, I could bear it no longer, and on the fifth night I found
myself creeping stealthily across the living room rug.

Clothed in the innocent "baby doll" pajamas that my mother had given me for
Christmas, my heart pounded deafeningly in my ears as I neared the spot where
Will lay restlessly trying to sleep. Could he hear me... could they?

My eyes darted about the room as the shadows began to take shape. A lamp? A
coat rack? Mom?

But I was determined... there was no turning back now. Already the panties of
my "baby dolls" were soaked with my own anticipation. Will was so close... so
incredibly close...

And then I felt the arm of the sofa brush softly against my thighs, and heard
Will's deep, sonorous breathing before me.

I was there!

Ever so quietly I circled the sofa, kneeling in the darkened room by his
side... lifting the covers to find him clad in only his pajama bottoms.

I smiled.

A simple drawstring separated me from my objective. Only that and nothing more.
Slowly, and with great delicacy I tugged on the dangling tip... then a little
harder until I felt it give way beneath my fingers, widening the waistband
enough for me to slip my hand inside and draw out my brother's sleep-hardened
cock.

He was beautiful... thick and finely sculpted... long and erect. I licked my
lips, my hunger becoming more and more prominent with each passing second..
Finally, I could stand it no longer and slid my body beneath the blanket...
between his legs... taking his rigid member deep into my mouth.

It was then that Will began to move, slowly pumping his stiffening cock between
my lips, deep into the warm, wet recesses of my mouth. His hands curled into my
hair, drawing me against him as I tasted his maleness against my tongue, our
mutual arousal growing with each passing second.

"Oh... Caro," he breathed. "I want to cum inside of you... in your pussy...
slide up on top of me and spread your legs."

My heart raced... I was in ecstasy! To feel my Will inside of me once more
after so long!

And then I remembered.

I'd hidden my birth control pills away so that my parents would have no
suspicions, and I'd forgotten to take them for the last 5 days! What Will and I
wanted so desperately wasn't possible... not with any margin of safety.

Will breathed heavily, his frustration as great as my own... but he understood.
Once more I slipped his burgeoning cock between my lips and tasted the slick
droplets that drizzled from the very tip. I'd start back on the pill
tomorrow... but tonight...

"Wait," Will commanded, his voice low and husky. "I have another idea. Get down
on the floor... on your hands and knees. Hurry!" he rasped urgently.

Quickly, I dropped into the prescribed position, anticipating my lover's
pleasure... something new... but I had not long to wait. In a heartbeat Will
was behind me, his fingers sliding beneath the panties of my "baby doll"
pajamas... lifting my knees as he removed them... baring my posterior in the
dim moonlight. Then, laying my face and arms atop the newly abandoned sofa, he
parted my legs with his hands and pressed his body close to mine.

I shivered. We'd never done this before. Will was so well proportioned... and I
was so small. What if I couldn't...

Trembling, I bit my lower lip and prepared myself for what was to come. But
again Will surprised me. Instead of his hard cock, I felt his gentle fingers
probing between my intimate folds... massaging my rigid clit... slowly pumping
in and out of my wet core as he imitated the act I so craved.

Softly, I moaned into the blankets as my cum dribbled down my thighs, my climax
near... so near. Will's breathing deepened... became ragged as he thrust two...
three... four fingers into my wetness until I fell careening over the edge,
shuddering and shaking beneath him.

Then, taking his hand from my pussy, he began to smear my juices between my
buttocks, his fingers probing deep within. "Relax your body," he said. "And
don't make any noise. You need to let me know if you can't take it though... if
it hurts too much. Understand?" he cautioned.

Quietly I nodded, my head bobbing in the moonlight, my body rigid with my own
anxiety.

Once more Will caressed my pussy, wetting his hand and stroking my juices along
his massive cock. Then, pressing his swollen knob against my tender opening he
began to ease himself deep into my narrow passage.

The pain!

The Pain!

Will was huge. Even the gentle, even pressure with which he penetrated me was
indescribable! I wanted to scream... to cry out... to let Will know that I was
being torn in half... but the words froze in my throat.

Somewhere... out there in the darkness of the room, someone was moving!

Quietly Will pressed up against my buttocks, forcing his massive cock deep
inside of my belly, his body prone against my back. Silent agony raged through
me as I stuffed a fistful of blanket into my mouth to stifle my cries.

Then... a light... in the kitchen, and we froze like deer caught in the
headlights of an oncoming car. It was my father getting a glass of milk from
the refrigerator!

Will's heart pounded like a trip hammer against my back as we watched... his
cock stretching, tearing at my tender flesh as I lay beneath him... impaled and
tortured... tears fouling my cheeks.

Finally, my father turned, and clicking off the kitchen light returned through
the darkness to the privacy of the master bedroom once more.

"Are you okay?" Will whispered, his breath warm against my ear. "Do you want me
to stop?"

Every part of me wanted to scream a resounding "Yes!"... but I held my response
at bay. I was the one who'd forgotten to take the pills. I was the one who'd
come slithering into the moonlight to Will's "bedside". How could I now tell
him "No"? The answer was simple.

I couldn't.

"Don't stop," I whispered. "Please... I want it... I want you. Do it, Will...
now."

Immediately he began to move, his relief evident in the long, hard strokes that
he forced past my incredibly narrow opening... far into my body. Once more I
buried my face deep in the blankets, stifling my whimpers as he plundered my
resistant flesh again and again. I almost thought I'd adjusted... that I could
stand it... when his motions suddenly became frantic, brutal... his climax
nearing.

I screamed into the blanket, pain searing my lungs, my delicate passage being
tortured beyond human endurance. I wanted him to stop... needed him to stop,
but long days of abstinence had taken their toll. Will was no longer my gentle
lover. Instead, the man I'd known so long had been transformed into a
mindlessly rutting beast... caught in the primal drive of his own overwhelming
orgasm... as helpless to call a halt as I was to fly.

Dimly, lost in my pain, I felt his hand cover my mouth... stifling the whimpers
which escaped unbidden from my lips.

"Caro..." he murmured. "Caro..." and then I felt his hot cum shooting inside of
me, his savage thrusts driving me headlong into the sofa as he groaned my name
again and again.

And then it was over.

Once more Will lay atop my back, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought
to compose himself.

"Oh God, Caro... I can't believe I did that! Are you all right... are you? Let
me see your face... talk to me!"

It was then that Will saw my tear-stained cheeks, and knew the agony I had
suffered beneath him. He swallowed hard, wordlessly dropping his eyes,
searching for the words that would erase what had happened.

Silently, I gathered my panties and returned to the guestroom, closing the door
behind me... and sat mutely staring through the window into the shadowed forest
beyond. That tonight had been agony, went without question. That the pain had
driven me to inexpressible extremes, was a given. But what haunted the dim
convolutions of my mind was a puzzle.

I'd enjoyed it.

My parents remained for two more days, during which time Will and I managed to
avoid each other, our eyes failing to meet when we passed in the hall or across
the dinner table. Finally one morning, one week after their arrival, our
parents loaded their minivan and rumbled down the road to join the outside
world once more.

One trial was over, but another had just begun. Will's remorse was complete,
his unspoken self-condemnation almost tangible. How could I tell him that it
hadn't been all that bad after all... that in some odd way, I'd been rolling
the experience over and over in my mind until the very thought sent shivers of
quiet lust through my body? What would he think of me... what?

Once more we closed the door on the outside world, and returned to our intimate
nest in the pines. It was then that Will led me over to the sofa and began to
speak... to clear the air.

"Caro... I can't even begin to say how sorry I am for what happened. It was
like I had no control... no way to stop... but I swear it'll never happen
again. You have my word. I'd rather die than hurt you. You know that, don't
you?"

"Will," I said, pressing my fingertips against his lips. "It wasn't that bad...
really it wasn't." I paused, choosing my words carefully. "You know how
sometimes things can be so difficult when you first begin... when you take
those first steps toward a new plateau? Well that's what happened to me."

Again I fell silent, my eyes scanning his, my mind seeking... probing for his
reaction.

"What you did, Will... that night... was to bring something to the surface that
I never knew was there before. Something from another place deep inside of
me... a completion... a new plateau... nothing held back. Does that make any
sense?"

I watched as his face softened into the gentle smile that I knew and cherished
so well. The love we'd shared as children had been a warm glow to light our
formative years... to nurture us through the struggles of simply "becoming".
But the intimate relationship that we now held between us went far beyond
that... a bonding of choice... a union of the soul.

As we quietly closed the bedroom door behind us, I knew that I'd found the man
with whom I would share the rest of my life. In his arms I'd become a woman...
a sensual being... someone who could give and accept love in all its myriad
forms.

And all because of my brother's touch.

This story is part of White_Shadow's_Nasty_Stories.
You may also want to visit:
    * Sexy_Top_100_Stories
    * Erotic_Top_100_Story_Sites