A Walk into the Unknown

"Come on," he says as he gets up, grabbing my hand.

He leads me away from the water into the cover of the trees. His hand is tight and he's almost pulling me along. I'm not sure what we're searching for until he stops and pulls me in front of him, turning me around and backing me up to a tree. I can feel rough bark on my back and his two strong hands on my shoulders. I look up into his eyes. He stares back at me with a ferocity I've never seen before. He grabs both sides of my head and kisses me again, but this time he thrusts his hips into me and I can feel his cock pushed into me. He pins me against the tree so hard I lift my leg up and wrap it around him, no longer needing it for balance.

He stops kissing me and looks at me again with those hungry eyes.

"Rach, I..."

Before he can finish, I reach down and grab his cock, feeling the denim of his pants that are trying to contain it. He stops what he was saying and tilts his head back, a low growl escaping with his exhale. When he looks back at me, he grabs the bottom of my t-shirt and lifts it over my head, tossing it to the ground. My naked back rubs into the bark of the tree, save only where my bra is between us. Rog tilts his head and starts kissing my neck. His tongue traces lines of passion and my hands cling tightly to the back of his neck as he passes over my spots of passion. I reach back and undo my bra. When it's free, he rips it from me and throws it without regard. When his tongue meets my bare nipple, I yell out in pure bliss. I haven't felt a man's mouth on my breasts in so long, and never one has hungry as Rog's.

"Oh Rog," I breath out, pushing his head into my breasts tightly.

He sucks in my nipples and flicks them with his tongue like they're the last breasts on Earth. I feel waves upon waves of pleasure and I can't keep my one leg on the ground any longer. I lift it up and it joins my other leg wrapped around him, suspending myself in the air while pinned against the tree. He lifts me up further and I wrap my arms around his head, holding him so tightly it's like I'm trying to push him inside me.

He puts me back on the ground but my legs are so weak I immediately fall to my knees. He starts to undo his belt and within moments, his pants are down and his rock hard cock pops out, pointing directly at me. I never knew my brother was so big! The head looks like it's pulsing and he stretches his legs and pushes his cock forward in frustration.

"Fuck," he says as I grab it with one hand and his balls with the other.

I start at the bottom with his balls and run my tongue from there slowly up to the shaft and all the way up to the tip. I look up at my older brother as his cock rests on my face. His rod is like a furnace on my skin, the heat of his manly aggression awaiting release. With his hands on his hips, he looks down at me and I know for the rest of time I'll be his and his only. Everything that's happened in my life has lead me to this. All of my wants and desires are right here in front of me. I'll never want anyone else ever again.

I lift his cock off my face and open my mouth, taking his steaming hot head in. He lets out a loud moan as he enters my mouth for the first time. I move it in and out slowly, going down further with each thrust. My saliva coats his shaft, making it easier and easier to take him in, until finally I'm bobbing my head back and forth. He grabs the back of my head, his grip tight. After a couple thrusts, he pushes my head in the furthest it's gone, taking the entire length of his cock down my throat. I feel his balls on my chin as I start to gag. For a moment, my head is locked in position, his manhood having completely invaded my mouth. I hear him yell out like an animal until he finally releases me.

I pull my head back and a string of saliva hangs in the air for a moment between my lips and his cock. I can feel my mouth full of saliva and the faint taste of precum. Leaning back in my seated position, my legs underneath me, I look up at him and see he's panting as well.

"Oh fuck, Rach," he says, his manly figure towering over me.

"Rog," I breath out as hearing him say my name sends a flood of ecstasy through my body and I tilt my head back and push my breasts out as it courses its way through me.

Before I open my eyes, I feel his hands at my sides and he lifts me to my feet and spins me around. He pulls me tight to his body, one hand on my neck and the other on my pussy, his ring finger rubbing my slit. His hand tightens around my neck and I hear him whisper in my ear.

"I love you Rach."

I reach back and grab the back of his head, pushing my hips back against him, the shaft of his cock in my ass like a hotdog bun.

"I love you too Rog," I breath back.

I feel his arms on my back and he bends me over. I reach out and grab the tree, each second feeling like an eternity knowing what's about to come. He reaches down for my pussy and spreads my juices around, preparing my hole for his cock. Then I feel his tip massaging my lips. I let out a frustrated moan, wishing he would just stick it in already. I hear him huff a slight laugh behind me. I bend over a little more and stick my ass out further, trying to make it easier for him to enter me. That's when I feel his head spread my lips as my brother thrusts himself deep. I yell out, not anticipating the depth his cock would reach.

"Oh fuck," I say, sounding more like him.

Both our frustrations have no time for delicacies, so he starts to pump me fast and deep. His thrusts are strong and I have to use all my strength to push back against the tree so I don't smack into it. I can hear his hips smacking against mine and his grunts and moans are loud. He moves his hands to my shoulders and pulls me back to his cock with each thrust, so I don't have to push against the tree as hard. I can feel his cock inside every inch of my body, as if he's invaded every part of me. I can't help but yell out every time his hips smack against me. My pussy is like a fire hydrant opened on a hot summer day and my juices start to trickle down my legs. I try to look over my shoulder back at him so I can see his face as he fucks me. He grabs my hair and pulls back, forcing my head to tilt up. I never knew my brother was so strong and it makes me feel weak. The feeling is now too strong to contain and I can feel my release on the verge. With the full force of a lifetime of passion, the muscles in my pussy contract and I yell out louder than I ever have in my life. My whole body shakes and the muscles in my legs start to quiver. Rog stops thrusting into me for a moment so my orgasm can take its course. It's like I've touched a live wire and have been charged with pure ecstasy. I've never felt this before. A wave of juices flies out of me as I lose control of my body.

When it finally subsides, my legs are weak and Rog can tell. He puts his arm around my waist and holds me up. With his help I stand up but stick my ass out so his cock doesn't fall out of me. He continues to thrust again, but this time faster and and harder. I start to bounce back and forth like a rag doll. He takes his hand off the tree he was using for support and puts it on my neck, squeezing tight. He holds me so close it feels like we're one person. I tilt my head back and can hear him grunting as his body works mine. Finally he lets out a pure animalistic growl and both his hand on my neck and waist tighten. I find it hard to breath for a moment and I can tell his flood gates have opened. His warm liquid begins to fill me up and with each final thrust I can feel more and more of his cum shoot deeper inside of me. When he's finally finished unloading his seed, his grip around me loosens.

We're both out of breath and I'm still holding onto him for support, my hands reaching behind me holding onto his shoulders. He starts to kiss my neck and I let out soft moans as he does. He's still inside me, his cock swimming in a pool of his cum and mine. I slowly move my hips away from him, letting his cock fall out. Once it does, streams of liquid fall out of my hole and down my legs. I turn to face him and put my arms around the back of his head. He puts his around my hips and pulls me in tight for a kiss. His cock is still hard and pinned between our bodies.

"Fuck, I can't believe I did that," he says.

My heart sinks for a moment. Does he already regret this?

"What?" Is all I can muster to say.

"I shouldn't have cum inside you. I just couldn't stop myself. Are you on the pill?"

I nod.

"Good," he says, still panting.

"That was amazing," I say to him.

He looks at me and smiles. "You are so amazingly gorgeous, Rach."

Even after all that, he's still sending waves of warmth through me.

"You're amazing," I respond lamely, unable to come up with something better.

"I can't believe we did this."

"Me neither."

The reality of what just happened seems to be sinking in for the both of us now.

I just had the most passionate sex of my life with my brother.

I'm still pulsing from it so I don't want to think about the repercussions or right and wrong or anything like that. I just want to enjoy this moment.

He puts his hand on my chin and turns my head so we're eye to eye.

"I love you, Rach," he says.

My legs feel weak again and I smile back. "I love you too, Rog."

Naked and in the woods, we embrace and kiss one more time.

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So coming to the reservoir was not the place to go to clear my mind! Not only did I run into Rachel, we ended up finishing what we started this morning!

Fuck.

That's all I keep thinking. That word over and over. And the worst part?

I came inside her.

What was I thinking? She's my sister for God's sake. She just looked so beautiful and I couldn't stop. I know she said she's on the pill, but you know how that goes. Nothing is one-hundred percent. And the worst worst part?

I'm totally in love with her.

There's no denying it, I've never felt that way with a woman before. I've never felt so connected to anyone. Why did the perfect woman for me have to be my sister? I think the thing that's scaring me the most is that it doesn't feel wrong. I mean it does, but not as much as it should. Point and case, we're walking home right now holding hands like a couple of fucking prom dates. Obviously we're not going to walk in the house like this, but we are walking down the road holding hands. We ended up sitting in the woods for a long time, both of us naked and leaning up against a tree. We didn't say much seeing as how we were both depleted from our love making. I've never been so aggressive with a girl before. I don't know what happened to me. We ended up sitting there, dozing off, waking up and giggling about it, and cuddling for what felt like hours. No one saw us (as far as I know) since we were pretty far into the trees. I could tell the moment she sat next to me something was going to happen. Not necessarily what actually happened, but something. What can I say? We're perfect for each other.

The air is thick from the humidity and we both have a layer of sweat covering us. I glance over at her and she smiles back, waving our interlocked hands back and forth in a playful way. Looking at her just fucking melts me. Her hair is disheveled and she has that "freshly fucked" look, or maybe I think that just because I know she actually is freshly fucked. It's so quiet out here, not a car in any direction. It's surprising, usually there's someone out on this road.

"I wish we didn't have to go to work tomorrow," she says.

"Yeah, me too. Or maybe it's better that way."

She looks at me confused. "Why?"

"More time away from dad," I say with a smirk.

She smiles too. "Good point."

"Look, Rach?"

"Yeah?"

I look down at the ground, hoping she doesn't take this the wrong way. "We have to keep this secret. You know that, right?"

She actually laughs out loud at that.

"Oh God, Rog. No, let's tell our rage filled dad 'your son and daughter are fucking each other.' 'Cause that'll go over well."

I wince when I hear her curse, mainly because she rarely does so it sounds weird coming from her, but I laugh at what she said.

"Okay, good," I say. "Just making sure."

She takes a breath and the laughter is suddenly gone. She looks serious for a moment.

"You don't...like...regret this or anything do you?" She asks me without looking at me.

My heart starts beating faster. "No! No. You don't, do you?"

She looks at me. "Of course not. I don't at all. It's weird that I don't regret it, you know? But I don't."

God, we really were meant for each other. She knows exactly how I feel.

"Yeah, I feel the same," I say.

She squeezes my hand and smiles at me. I lean over and kiss her.

We finally get to our driveway and our hands separate at the same time. We walk into the house to find our dad asleep on the couch, surrounded by empty beer cans. The TV is still on but it looks like Nascar is over. Rach turns it off as I start to collect the empty cans. She follows behind me as I go into the kitchen to throw them away.

"What should we do for dinner?" She asks.

"What do we have?"

She starts looking through the cabinets, standing on the tips of her toes to peek in. She has a bounce to her step, an air of happiness I haven't seen in a long time (if ever). I can't help but smile knowing it was me that did that. She looks over at me as I'm smiling at her.

"What?" She asks, matching my smile.

I shake my head.

"You laughing at me?" She teases.

"Yeah, you're funny."

She hops over and pokes me a couple of times in the stomach. "You're funny."

I swat her hands away and reach around to start tickling her. She contorts her body and starts laughing, trying to stop me with her elbows.

"You're funny," I say. "You're funny."

"No, you are!" She can barely get it out from the laughter.

Then we hear our dad start to move around in the living room and that stops us in our tracks. Rach steps away from me and goes back to examining the cupboards, but she does shoot me a secret smile as she does, which I return.

Our dad stumbles in and immediately I can tell he's drunk. (As if the empty beer cans wasn't enough of an indication.)

"Where were you two?" He huffs.

"The reservoir," I say.

"What were you doing there?"

Fuck, I forgot my fishing pole! I'll have to go back and get it tomorrow.

"Fishing," I say, trying to sound dismissive.

"Did you catch anything?"

I see Rach smirk to herself as she reaches into the cupboard, her back to our dad. I do my best to keep my face neutral.

"No," I say.

Dad smirks. "You always were shit at that."

How would he know? He never took me.

I let it go.

"What's for dinner?" He asks.

Rach pulls out a box and a jar from the cupboard. "Spaghetti!" She turns the jar around a couple times, looking for an expiration date. When she finds it she adds, "and sauce!" Dad nods as he goes to the refrigerator. He pulls out another beer and goes back to his spot in the living room. The two of us stand and look at each other from across the room. A silent moment between two lovers. We seem to both be thinking the same thing.

I wish we were alone again.

I find a package of ground beef in the freezer, so we both start cooking dinner together; her working on the noodles and me with the meatballs. It's fun to do this together, I don't know why we never have before. We laugh and poke at each other as we do it, having as much fun as can be had in this house. Every so often we hear our dad yell at the TV or cough or something and we quiet up for a moment. We know it's not directed at us but playing up the secret we now share and the risk of being caught has become a game. It's nice to have a secret you can share with someone else.

When dinner is ready we let our dad know and take a seat at the kitchen table. It sounds like he's watching something, so he'll probably grab a plate and go back to the TV. To our surprise, he doesn't. When he comes into the kitchen, he makes himself a plate and sits down at the table.

"What are you watching in there?" Rach asks.

Dad shrugs as he spins his fork, collecting a mound of spaghetti. He keeps glancing back and forth between us. Both Rach and I look back at him wondering what's wrong.

"You okay?" She asks him.

He nods as he takes a big bite of spaghetti.

He looks to me. "What were you doing up in the attic?"

The question startles me. How does he know?

"What do you mean?" I ask, trying to sound innocent.

"I could hear you scraping around up there. You're not making a mess, are you?"

I shake my head.

"Tomorrow I'm going to throw all that crap out," he declares. "No need to keep all that old stuff."

"You can't," I say with more force than I intended.

He gives me a sharp look.

"Why throw it out?" I ask, trying to backtrack.

"We'll get bugs. They like cardboard and dark places. No need to keep all that junk.

"It's been up there all this time so far," Rach adds in. "Why is it a problem now?"

He now looks back and forth between us, a look of suspicion.

"Did you two go through those boxes?" He asks.

"Yeah. I did," I say sternly.

He takes a bite of a meatball and chews it as he eyes me. I make sure not to speak until he does, not wanting to lose what authority I might have.

"You like looking through your mom's old clothes?" His distaste at the word mom is unmistakable.

I nod. "Yeah. It's all we have left of her."

"You know why that is?"

I shake my head.

"Because the bitch left. We're not her storage unit."

No one says anything for a moment. The sound of forks on plates is suddenly louder than it's ever been.

"I was thinking I might wear some of it," Rach says. "I can use some new clothes and it's not like we have the money to go shopping or anything."

"You're not wearing her clothes around this house," Dad cuts in quickly, as if he needs to cut in before her statement has time to settle and take root.

"Why not?" She protests.

Now I'm getting nervous. The one thing Rachel has never figured out is when to back down from our dad. Or maybe she does and doesn't care. She always pushes him to the point of no return, whereas I know when to back down. I hate it and admire it at the same time.

"Because I said so. I'm throwing those clothes out tomorrow."

"But why?" She says, almost yelling.

"Don't raise your fucking voice at me, girl."

Here it starts.

"You're being unreasonable. I want some of those."

"I see you wearing any of those clothes around this house, it'll be the last thing you do."

"What does that mean?!"

"Rach," I say, hoping I can calm her down.

"No," she yells at me and returns to Dad. "What does that mean? You going to hit me or something?"

"I'll do whatever I damn well please in my house," he says back.

"'Your house'," she says mockingly. "You don't do anything but sit on the couch all day. We're the ones that take care of this house."

Now he slams his hand across the table and smacks his plate into the wall next to him. It breaks and the food splatters all over the wall.

Great. We don't have that many plates left.

He gets up and grabs a beer from the fridge.

"Un-fucking-grateful. Your mother always dressed like a slut. You want to dress like that, go live somewhere else. I won't have a slut living under this roof."

And with that, he goes back to the living room and drunkenly falls on the couch. Rach and I just look down at our places for what feels like an eternity. Neither of us say anything, nor are we hungry anymore. I can see she's fighting back a tear. I don't know why she challenges him all the time. It's not like it'll change anything.