Investment

I was right, for he had me stand, supporting me, ensuring that my legs would indeed hold me upright. Then, to my surprise, he picked me up into his arms and carried me to the bedroom, leaving his shirt and my bikini bra upon the floor of the living room.

The bedroom curtains were still open, so it was brighter than the living room, but still dark enough that I doubt anyone in the office tower could have seen us since the bed was so far away from the window. While I was concerned about anyone other than my big brother seeing me naked, I also wanted to be able to show the world the love should not be and cannot be constrained.

He settled me upon the bed, and I watched avidly as he slowly unbuckled his belt and slid it through the loops of his jeans. His eyes kept roving all over my sisterly body, taking advantage of the brighter light to drink me visually, and I wondered if it was bright enough for him to see the patch of dampness he had inspired from me.

Before he could unbutton his jeans, however, I sat up, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. "Let me... Please..." He had no qualms about my unbuttoning his jeans, about my lowering his zipper, about my pushing jeans and underwear together down his thighs until I could push no more, then he took over, resuming the undressing, his proud manhood saluting me and bobbing from his undressing. He paused to off his socks, rendering himself completely naked in his little sister's presence, giving me the sense that I was overdressed for the occasion.

Thoughts of being overdressed were quickly cast aside, however, as I leaned forward. For the first time, I grasped my big brother's manhood, impressed at the length and the thickness, amazed at how firm yet how soft it felt between my narrow fingers. His passion was clear, dribbling down his length and onto my hand, and as I touched him and learned him, he shuddered visibly, his hands brushing my hair away from my face in a sweet gesture which allowed me to focus more on him than on making sure my lengthy strands were not in the way.

I had stroked a guy once before – the same guy who had enticed me out of my clothes and had stayed with me long enough to obtain his pleasure before leaving me in a crying heap on the floor of my dorm room. Stroking my big brother was similar, yet so much more pleasurable... for me. This time, I truly enjoyed the experience. I enjoyed the exploration. I enjoyed the feel of him in my hands. I enjoyed the musky scent which tempted my nose. I enjoyed the twitching and the pulsing in reaction to the sensations I was creating within him. I enjoyed hearing how his breathing changed as I stroked faster or tightened my hand around his manhood. I enjoyed seeing the devoted rapture upon his face as he watched and felt my actions...

"My little sister's so good to me..." he whispered, his voice definitely breathy. He moved in my hand, and as I bought my other hand up to cup his testicles, he groaned softly, his fingers curling against my skull as he pulled my face closer to his groin...

For the first time, I took a man into my mouth. The texture, the taste – they both nearly overwhelmed me. I was tentative, knowing from having seen various porn clips online what I should do but still uncertain as to whether I was doing it "right." From Eric's soft utterance of "Oh my god…" I knew that whether it was truly "right" or not, he was enjoying the slow bobbing of my head and the cautious licks of my tongue.

My jaw soon fatigued, so I released my big brother from my mouth, instead stroking him with both hands. I gazed up at his face, amazed at the rapturous expression and the huskier breaths escaping from his parted lips. I pumped him, and he humped my fists, both of us working to ensure his release.

...or so I thought until he nudged me away and stepped back. It took a few seconds for his eyes to open and gaze upon me again, the lust obvious.

For a few heartbeats, we simply looked at each other, essentially at a crossroads. We may as well have been checking with each other one last time before crossing the final line...

He stepped forward, placed his hands upon my shoulders, and nudged me backward. I instinctively recognized what he wanted, and fell to my back upon the bed, my legs dangling toward the floor. Only the anointed bikini bottom prevented the desired culmination of our relationship's transformation.

...and seemingly too fast yet definitely not soon enough, his fingers were pulling at the strings against my hips, preparing for the one final act which would damn us both forever. Once the final two knots had been released, he spread my legs, kneeling, and peeled back the front of the final garment, exposing my wet sex to his eyes and his nostrils for the very first time.

I groaned softly as his tongue made initial contact, slowly lapping up my womanhood. Somehow, my hands sought his, and as he set to ensuring my renewed pleasure, my grip tightened as my passion spiraled ever higher, my body moving against his lips and his tongue. My scent and my voice filled the bedroom, if not the entire hotel suite, and only the firm grip of my big brother's hands anchored me, preventing me from floating toward the sky as I rode the ripples of pleasure emanating outward from the base of my torso.

When at last Eric lifted his wet face away from my sex, I only briefly lamented the loss of his lips and his tongue, for I knew that the chain of love was about to be locked around us. He stood, positioning himself, and I watched with eager nervous anticipation as his thick manhood closed the distance to my sacred passage...

I groaned aloud as my body yielded to him. It felt as if he was prying me open, like an explorer sneaking through a narrow opening into a mountain full of untold treasures. His treasure was me: his sister, his confidante, his lover.

It was a tight fit, eased by my desire and his slow penetration. I was stretched, full, and slightly uncomfortable, yet I could not prevent myself from clenching around his invading anatomy.

At last, my big brother was finally embedded within me, sheathed to the hilt with my legs crossed behind him, trapping him inside me.

He remained still inside me, allowing my body some time to become accustomed to the fullness, to him. He leaned forward, his hands stroking my stomach, my sides, my ribs, my breasts. His fingers toyed with my sensitive nipples, and I began to move against him, involuntarily tightening around him. As his fingers applied more pressure to my nipples, I whimpered and moaned, the pleasure becoming uncomfortable and transforming further into erotic pain.

...and that was when he began to move within me, slowly making love to me while hurting my sensitive nipples. The pleasure from my loins joined with the pain in my nipples to mix with the wonder of my second-ever joining and the illicitness of the moment.

He released my nipples, his large hands dwarfing my breasts as he brushed them with his palms, my throbbing nipples protesting yet rejoicing at the arousing contact. Our bodies moved of their own accord, which caused the bed to groan from our actions. My hands curled into fists, gripping and pulling at the covers beneath me.

He repositioned my legs, my ankles hooked over his shoulders. It allowed him ever deeper into my body, ever closer to my soul as he hugged my legs to his chest, carnal sounds rising from his throat as each thrust forced more of my desire from my body.

For the first time, sex was truly enjoyable. This was not the fast rough lunge-lunge-lunge that I had experienced shortly after coming to the university. This was slow, heartfelt. This was not about a guy simply needing to shoot his sperm into an available woman; this was about creating and reinforcing an intimate bond between two souls which were already inseparable.

And so it went, nice and slow: spooning, from behind, and finally riding my big brother. With my hands upon his shoulders, grinding my clitoris against him as he stretched me, I cried out in the semi-darkness of the bedroom, my love gushing around the thick anatomy buried deep within me, and with a barely-restrained groan, his white-hot love surged into me, his fingernails boring into my hips in unintended erotic pain which increased the intensity of my climax and ultimately left me panting upon him, whimpering as I trembled with the aftershocks of my release.

Long after our bodies had disengaged and our combined passion had ceased trickling from me, we were still cuddled together upon the disheveled bed, the scent of lust quite prominent in the bedroom. It was clear that we could never again be "just" big brother and little sister, especially not after he had filled my body with his life-affirming essence.

*****

I awoke in loving arms, the sheets feeling almost as sensual against my bare skin as the naked flesh pressing against me. To awaken within a loving grasp thrilled me deeply, and I instantly lamented the fact that several weeks would pass before I could again experience such an awakening.

We needed to check out by Noon, but neither of us wanted to separate. When we did finally leave the bed, we had to hurry to catch the tail end of the free breakfast. If anyone paid us any extra attention, I did not notice, for anyone and anything not directly related to this wonderful man was simply an unwanted distraction.

Returning to the hotel suite, Eric and I sat and cuddled one last time, remaining in each other's arms until we absolutely needed to leave to check out on time. Just before leaving the suite, we shared what would be our final kiss for several weeks, and knowing that I would only see him for another twenty minutes or so, I very nearly began to cry.

Indeed, about twenty minutes later, I stepped out of the rental car with my backpack and my carry-on bag. I tried to maintain a positive and chaste demeanor in case anyone in the area or looking out the windows of the nearby dorms happened to be watching me, watching us, but my heart was filled with sadness at the necessary parting.

"Remember, sis," he said to console me, "a few weeks apart now is an investment in several years – at least – of living together."

When the rental car drove away, I was actually smiling, and it was the investment which helped me survive the next few weeks.