A Dream Come True Ch. 03

"Damn, Mike, that was hot.." She laughed a little, closing her eyes, slowly coming down from her high. ".. I honestly was kinda hoping you'd have done it."

He gave her ass a firm slap, then turned off the water of the shower, already feeling uncomfortably hot after all that. "Almost did, if I'm being honest. Didn't really want to risk it, I guess."

She let out a moan at the ass slap, turning around finally to face him, pulling her hair out of her face. "Sorry I'm not a multi-millionaire model desperate to have a child," she responded. "And, I guess I'm sorry I kinda misled you."

Mike shrugged helplessly, moving to step out of the shower. "More than kinda, but it's fine if you've learned your lesson. Though if you want this to continue, I strongly suggest getting back on your birth control." He glanced back at her with a playful smirk. "Not sure I'll be able to hold back next time."

Willow eagerly followed along, grabbing her towel off the wall. Luckily, there was a second towel there for Mike to use, and so he did, using it to dry himself off. "I'll be here at least another day or two, but I'll come back to check up on you. And not simply to fuck you. No sex 'til you're back on birth control."

She nodded in understanding. "And I promise I won't tell a soul about this."

"Better not. You pinky promised." He smirked at her.

The week went by fairly quickly. Willow was nearly as submissive as Emma was, one of the few things they truly shared in common, and despite numerous attempts to get him to fuck her again, he drew the line in the sand for once and kept it purely to oral. She begrudgingly accepted the ultimatum. It at least allowed him to get a taste of her, just as sweet as Emma, another thing they shared. There were a few times when he'd fucked her sizable breasts, and the closest he'd gotten to being tempted to fuck her again was when he lubed up her thighs and grind his cock between them, a different sensation than he was used to but no less exquisite. Each time his cock brushed against the warm, soaked slit of his little sister, he felt himself get a little closer to throwing caution to the wind.

Returning home caused him a bit of anxiety, though primarily because he wasn't sure if Emma was there or not. It was nice to get away from his apartment for a while, and being back at his childhood home even a few days reminded him that he'd always wanted to buy a home and had simply gotten too comfortable where he was, and ultimately, just too complacent. He'd always told himself he'd always aim higher, never stagnate, but he'd broken that promise to himself as well. He set a note for himself in his phone when he arrived back at his apartment building to go looking at houses being sold near his work.

As he climbed out of his car, he noticed that Emma's was still there in the guest parking spot, a tan Nissan Versa. He stared quietly at it for a moment, then decided it'd be better to brave whatever was to come than to submit to cowardice and run away again. If he wound up back at his parent's old house, no doubt Willow would suspect it and give him no end of shit over it, so it was this or a hotel, and frankly, he was never a fan of hotels.

With no small amount of apprehension, he unlocked and opened the door, stepping inside. It was morning, so no real surprise when the lights and TV were off. He flipped the lights on and peeked into his bedroom, noting the sleeping form of Emma underneath the covers. He let her be, moving into the kitchen, discovering that everything had been cleaned, and the fridge was stocked. Not everything was stuff he'd eat, things like yogurt and blueberries that gave it away, but she did have the mind to get breakfast food. So he grabbed some eggs, bacon, and bread, and started making something.

He decided to get a little fancier than usual. He made toads in the hole, which was as simple as buttering the toast, cutting out the center with a cookie cutter, and cracking an egg in the middle as it cooked in the pan. The bacon was just to give a little variety. As the coffee began to brew, it awakened the woman that had been sleeping in his bed. She sleepily shuffled her way into the kitchen, looking like she'd had a rough night, and paused when she saw him.

"Oh. Hey."

Mike didn't even look back at her. "Good morning. Go ahead and sit down if you want some food, it's almost done."

"I'm not usually up this early on a weekend." She sat down and leaned back in her chair. "Hey, look, Michael... I hope you can forgive me. I was out of line, acting like a jealous girlfriend. You were right, we weren't exclusive or anything, we just... did stuff in the heat of the moment and after a weekend of being treated nicely for once, I kinda got attached. I realized too late that that's why I've gotten into so many bad relationships, but I didn't want to push you away. 'Cause I know you're a genuinely decent person and you wouldn't hurt me knowingly."

He wasn't expecting an admission or discussion like this so soon, but he embraced it. Better to tear off the bandaid in his opinion. Normally, Emma was a hopelessly stubborn soul, rarely willing to admit when she was wrong until she had no other choice. Had she gotten to that point during his two day absence? Or was she acquiescing now because she genuinely felt that way? Whatever the case may be, he took her plate to the table and set it down in front of her, along with a glass of orange juice and coffee, the latter of which he had because, again, she'd actually gone to the grocery store for him at some point.

"It's fine. I should've taken your emotions into account." He sat down with his own plate and coffee. "I figured, y'know, you're my sister and all, and I hadn't considered that you'd grown attached to me after everything. I assumed you'd have been kinda proud about me sleeping with Lucrezia, but I was way off. I definitely didn't get the reaction I expected." He paused for a moment, then shot her a playful smirk to try to cut some of the tension in the air. "Also, only a decent person?" He took a bite of his food.

She laughed lightly. "Okay, more than a decent person, you're a good person, Mike." She smiled at him, that beautiful smile that he fell in love with all those years ago. It was rare then, but mercifully more common these days, and it always lit up a room for him. Her demeanor shifted after they shared a laugh, and she sat up a little more confidently. "You know, dad used to be pretty promiscuous too. Mom used to tell me about it all the time. Maybe it's genetic."

Mike rolled his eyes, but he knew she was joking, at least about the genetics part.

"He traveled the world all the time, used to cheat on mom frequently. I have no idea how their relationship lasted," she continued, taking a sip of her orange juice.

"She always forgave him though. Maybe that's genetic too," Mike responded with a sly look, before taking a quick swig of his own coffee.

She grinned at him. "Okay you little asshole, don't take it too far." She finished her food, standing to take their plates to the sink. As she did, he noted what she was wearing, now that the tension and anxiety had melted away and he was less focused on that fight or flight sensation. It was pajamas, matching top and bottom, both light blue with kittens and paw prints on it. He knew she was a cat sort of girl, so that didn't surprise him. He stood up and decided to take his chance, stepping up behind her, pinning her hips to the counter.

She gasped lightly, in the middle of using water to rinse down the dishes before the egg yolk coagulated into an impossible to remove cement. She glanced back at him, a smirk on her features, wasting no time in grinding her ass back against him. She could feel his cock was already hardening even through the layers of fabric between them. "You're so fuckin' helpless, little bro.." She taunted him, before she gave him that horny look she so often gave him when the switch was flipped, those lusty fuck me eyes that told him that she was more than willing to take what he had to give. "But I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss this."

"Oh?" He tugged down her pajama bottoms slowly, making her suffer a little with his teasing. "You didn't miss me fucking you. You missed me cumming inside you, didn't you?"

Her eyes widened a little, but she quickly looked away from him to the nearby wall behind the sink. She didn't give him a response, but even her lack of one was enough to tell him that he was right.

"You just missed feeling my cock drenching your insides with that hot, thick cum.." He taunted her, soon having pulled her pajama bottoms down enough to expose her backside completely. Once it was past that point, he let them go and they fell to the floor in a heap. ".. and you missed that it was your little brother doing it to you."

"Fuck.." She whispered, loud enough to be heard even over the water running. She reached up to turn it off, wanting her focus to be on him. ".. how do you get me so wet, so fast?"

He didn't bother to touch her with his fingers. He used his cock instead, pulling it free of his pants and boxers, gripping the base and gently running it along her slit, swirling it around and rubbing it against her clit. She wasn't wrong, she was soaked, and he knew that it'd be running down her legs before long. "Your body knows what it wants. So do you, even if you won't admit it."

She let out a giggle, but only got halfway through it before a gasp cut it short, right about as he began to spread her wide around his intrusion. She lowered her upper body down and lifted her ass a little, moving onto tiptoes to ensure he could more easily bottom out. He did, and she gripped the edge of the counter firmly. "Oohhhh, God, I've missed this so much... I think I can feel it hitting my cervix..."

He grinded against her nice and slow once he was balls deep, and he felt the same way. He was pretty sure he could feel her cervix softly kissing the head of his cock. He gave her ass a firm slap, to which she let out a sharp cry, a mixture of pleasure and pain. "How do you want it?"

"How you want it. Slow, deep... give it all to me. Don't hold back, I want you to cum. I've missed it so much. I want my little bro's seed warming up my womb.." She moaned back to him, her dirty talk just second to none. She was well versed in what made him tick at this point, far faster than any girl he's ever had before her, and being inside her, with her, in her arms, anything, just felt right. His fingers lightly dug into her hips, and he began to take his pleasure from her. She cried out softly with each inward thrust, and let out a desperate groan every time he pulled out of her. She never liked it when he remained out of her for long, especially in the heat of the moment.

Suddenly he stopped, and she opened her eyes to look back at him. He pulled her back away from the counter, and she stood up on instinct. As she turned around to look at him, he lifted her ass up to a sit on the counter, lined himself up with her, and delved right back in. She took a moment to prop her feet up on the counter as best she could, and leaned back, adjusting her arms for the faucet behind her. It was a little awkward for sure, but she made it work.

"Oh, you remembered," she teased him, making herself fully available for him. Their eyes locked, and he leaned forward. She was clearly expecting a kiss, but instead, he trapped one of her hardened nipples between his lips and nibbled lightly at it. She shuddered in pleasure, closing her eyes and leaning her head back. His hands moved to remain busy. One gripped her hip to keep her in place, while the other drifted down to devote a thumb to her clit. He began to circle it slowly, about at the same pace as he was fucking her, and he could tell it was driving her nuts.

Though after a few moments, the awkward way of sitting had clearly pushed her to her limits. She lowered her legs with a hiss, and he laughed lightly. "Cramp?"

"Cramp," she confirmed. "This is hot but can we go lay down?"

"Sure." He leaned up to kiss her lips and then helped her down. She took a moment to stretch her leg and get rid of the cramp, then squeaked when he leaned down, lifting her onto his shoulder to carry her into the bedroom. He tossed her onto the bed, and she squealed in delight as she bounced to a stop right in the middle.

"Damn, little bro, you're stronger than I thought," she complimented him, sitting up and turning her attention down to his cock. By this point, despite the quick room transition, he was beginning to deflate a little. She tsked at him in disappointment. "Already getting tired of me?"

He shook his head lightly, even though he knew she was was just fucking with him. "Always had this problem. If I go without some friction for more than a minute or so I just kinda.."

Before he could clamber up into bed, she moved onto her hands and knees. "I think most guys are like that, but don't quote me on that." She leaned in closer to him and took his cock into her mouth without even grabbing it. She let out a low murmur of pleasure. One of the things that he'd learned pretty quickly about Emma was that she loved her own taste, but it seemed it was even more so when it was on his cock, and even MORE when it was a potent mix of both her own lubrication and his cum. It didn't take more than a few long strokes, her body shifting back and forth, to get him fully hard again. Even then, she remained for the thirty seconds or so extra that it took to fully clean his cock off with the combination of both lips and tongue.

Then, she settled onto her back, spreading her legs as an invitation for him to join her again. He crawled into the bed and grabbed her legs. She gave him a curious look, all the way up until he pushed her legs up to her head. She reached out to grab his neck and pull him down against her, him practically smothering her this way. He had to adjust a bit to take her properly, but once he was inside her, he took up that nice, slow, enjoyable pace that he loved so much.

"You know, usually when guys do this they're gonna rail me hard. You gonna fuck my brains out little brother?" She teased him in a low voice, leveling sweet, gentle kisses against his forehead.

"You want me to let your legs down?" He asked curiously, to which she nodded.

"I want you to make love to me, stupid ass." She laughed at him. He laughed as well, carefully lowering her legs. They settled down to either side of him, and he slipped now free hands down to her ass, gripping it firmly so he could adjust her hips a little to a better angle. She went along with it. "If you want to pound the shit out of me later I won't complain, but I want you to enjoy yourself this time. Just be selfish. I want this."

Mike had never taken his sister to be the selfless type. Sure, she was submissive, but every time they'd fucked prior to this, she'd never been content until she'd cum at least once. Understandably so, he wouldn't want to be left hanging once his partner came either, and so he was careful to make sure she'd hit her own climax each time. Here now, she was telling him to just do whatever it took for him to cum and simply not worry about her.

He leaned in close to kiss and nip at her neck as he began to fuck her slowly. "This your way of trying to apologize?" He whispered against her neck, dragging teeth and lips up toward her jaw.

"K-kinda.." She whimpered, wrapping her legs and arms around him. ".. or maybe I'm just desperate to feel some kind of connection with my little brother again and I'd do anything to get it back."

"Is this enough of a connection for you?" He whispered, accentuating his question by pressing deep into her, despite his shallow movements up until now. He gave a little shiver, his grip tightening on her backside.

She bit her lower lip, turning her head to look at him. "It's perfect." She whispered in response. She paused, brows furrowed, as if she was trying to concentrate. "Oh, you faked me out, you asshole. I thought you were cumming." She couldn't help but laugh at that, that light, heady sort that he found irresistably cute.

He grinned at her, leaning in to kiss her lips softly. "Gotcha."

"You ever going to cum for me, little brother?" She whimpered lightly to him, grinding her hips up against him. "You know how bad I need it."

"If you keep dirty talking to me like that, big sis, you're gonna get it," he teased her, pressing his lips. She moaned gently into the kiss. He was trying to occupy her mouth, wanting to drag this out, savor it. She seemed to get tighter as time went on, even more wet than when they'd started, but he knew that the point of no return was on the approach. When he finally released her lips and brought his own back to her neck, she took full advantage.

"Mmmn. Little bro, you can't.." She whined to him, grinding up against him now with a desperation that she hadn't displayed until now. Despite saying that this was all for him, it was obvious she was beginning to approach a climax herself. Coaxing him to cum inside her so far hadn't entirely worked, so now it was time to fall back on something she knew would work every single time. ".. don't cum inside me.."

He shuddered as he heard her words, knowing that she was acting for his benefit, but god damn was it hot to him. He felt his cock twitch, body jolting a little as he picked the pace up. Even despite the change in speed and ferocity, she was able to keep up with him, moving her hips in almost perfect synchronization with him. "Fuck, Em, you're gonna make me cum.."

"Don't do it.." She panted gently to him, raking her fingers slowly along his back, tightening her legs around his waist. Her body certainly didn't seem to want him to pull out, but he wasn't exactly thinking about that at the moment. ".. Michael, please... if you do it you're going to get me pregnant.."

That did it. He bit firmly against her neck and let out a deep, guttural sort of groan, straight from his throat. Exactly as she gasped from the bite, he pulled her to him and pressed as deep into as he possibly could. He didn't warn her beyond that, but he had a feeling she knew what was happening now anyway, that this wasn't him playing with her. The moment he felt that first rope of seed hit her cervix he felt her start to cum around him, and she freed a deep, satisfied moan from her own throat, throwing her head back as she did. She trembled, and he felt her struggle to not scratch him in the heat of her pleasure.

"Oh, Michael, you've knocked me up for sure with that load.." She whispered to him as her body began to slowly come down, now soothingly running fingers against his back instead of digging nails into it. She began a slow grind against him, using his cock to churn up all that cum, moving her hips in a way that would allow it to push it all deeper into her. When he gripped her ass and pulled her lower body up, so it all would pool against her cervix using gravity, she grinned tiredly. ".. can't believe you'd impregnate your big sis without even so much as a moment of hesitation, not even an apology.."

That earned her a shudder, and he began to grind against her in time with her own hip movements. "I almost kinda wish I could." There was a hint of disappointment in his voice that gave her pause, and she laughed a little. "And even if you actually didn't want me to fill you up, I wouldn't have been sorry one bit."

"Yeah? You'd breed your big sister? Just like that? Without even a sorry? How incestuous." She teased, but was soon cut off from any further words by his lips pulling her into another deep kiss. There wasn't a lustfulness there common during these times when he could actually reach her, but genuine affection. It went on for longer than he'd intended, but when he pulled back from her, their eyes met, and he smiled.