Christmas with My Brother

"Yeah, I guess that makes sense. I'm kinda the same way," she said just as the first tray of sushi showed up.

As the waiter set down the tray, I asked, "You're planning to have kids?"

She nodded. "Eventually, sure."

That got my curiosity. "But how? I mean, what method are you going to use to have kids?"

Danielle looked at me and said, very seriously, "I plan to seduce you until you have sex with me and get me pregnant."

I stared at her for a long time until we both finally burst out laughing. It felt really good to be sitting and laughing with my sister again. It had been a long time. We finished the bottle of Saki and ordered another. So far, it was a great start to a night on the town.






=DANIELLE=

After dinner, Kyle drove us out to a dance club near the edge of town. I was surprised at the line wrapped around the building. I was also surprised at myself and how flirtatious I had been all night. A couple times I was worried that I was pushing too far. I was only doing it for fun.

I had always been flirtatious with Kyle. It just felt a little different now that we were older. I guess maybe it felt a little bit more real. Even though I was joking with him, I think there was a subtle undertone that said that it wouldn't take much for it to be real flirting, and not just a joke. In any case, I wrote it off as being caused by the drinking. By the time we got to the club, we were both a little tipsy. Kyle said he was ok to drive, so I was probably tipsier than he was.

The music was perfect for my mood. Kyle paid. Wasn't he just the perfect gentleman? We roamed the floor for a few minutes to check the place out. There were a lot of people there, which made sense for a Saturday night close to a holiday.

"What do you want to drink?" Kyle asked.

"Surprise me," I answered, winking at him. I moved out onto the dance floor while he went to the bar. I couldn't help but start to dance the second I was out there. Yeah, I definitely liked the music.

A cute guy with short, curly hair started dancing in my space. At first I wasn't sure if he was doing it on purpose, or if he was just moving around. But then he danced around behind me and I felt him try to brush his hips against me and I knew better. I wasn't really in the mood to get freaky with some random dude at the club.

I danced away from him and then closed my eyes, losing myself in the music. It felt really good. I was already sweating, my arms pumping in time with the beat. Then I felt someone else dancing really close to me. I opened my eyes and turned my head. There was the same guy dancing behind me. Idiot. I glared at him and danced away again.

He followed me. So I finally just turned full around so I was facing him. I was just about to push him away when the crowd parted and Kyle walked up to me. He handed me a beer. Seriously? A beer? Ok, so he lost a couple points for that. But I didn't really care, so I just smiled at him.

Kyle started dancing next to me, taking long drags from his own beer every few seconds. He looked like he was trying to get wasted. That made me happy, because I wanted to get wasted, too. But then Mr. Happy Pants showed up again, pushing his junk at me. Did this guy want me to knee him in the balls, or what?

Luckily Kyle noticed, and he intervened. Only instead of confronting the guy, he just danced himself between us. I felt his body really close to mine. He was warm. No, I was warm. He was hot. He was dancing directly behind me, with his arms reaching out over my shoulders, holding his beer. I tipped my own beer up to my lips and realized it was empty.

Kyle must have noticed because he grabbed my cup and dropped it. Then he did something that I'll never forget. He pushed himself up against my back, never missing a beat. And with his arm around me, he pressed his cup against my lips and slowly tilted it up. I drank the rest of my brother's beer while I felt him rubbing up against me from behind.

And he was hard.

I almost spit out the beer. Instead I coughed, using the excuse to pull away from him. After I recovered, I spun around and saw him dancing with his eyes closed. Maybe he was tipsier than I thought he was. And I let him drive me here? Bastard.

"Give me your keys," I said.

He didn't answer. His eyes were still closed. So I tapped him right in the middle of his forehead. I waited until he opened his eyes and then said, "Give me your keys."

He laughed and shook his head. "Don't worry, sis. I already decided we're calling a cab tonight anyway."

I couldn't help myself. I just started grinning. We were gonna get drunk! He had his eyes closed again, so I poked him one more time. He frowned at me. "Then get me more beer. Please." At the end, I put on a very sweet smile for him, and batted my eyelashes. That made him laugh again, but he left to get more beer.

Mr. Happy Pants showed up again after he left. It was annoying, but a little bit funny at the same time. I didn't push him away, but I didn't let him get too close this time. He kept trying to rub his crotch against me. What a typical, hopeless move. Did that actually work on anyone? Probably. I laughed to myself.

Kyle wasn't too happy to see the same dude when he got back. He handled it differently this time. I had both my hands in the air, dancing. He came up beside me and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. There was another beer in his hand, which he held up to my lips again. I drank deeply. Then he spun himself in front of me, facing me. He took a big drink from the same cup, emptying it.

And then he kissed me.

It came out of nowhere. I was too shocked to stop it. Too shocked to push him away. Too shocked to do anything but... enjoy it. Good going, Danielle. Uh, last time I checked, you are not supposed to enjoy kissing your brother. I figured I should pull away. The joke was spent. I was sure Mr. Happy Pants had gotten the message loud and clear. I'm taken. Right? But instead, I found myself wrapping my arms around Kyle's neck. What the hell?

So yeah, about that fork in the road? You tracking with me here? I'm still not sure who decided which fork to take. Me or Kyle. Irrelevant. But there you have it. I kissed my brother. No, wait. He kissed me. But I'm the one who liked it. Crazy. Bat shit crazy.

We kissed for almost a full minute before pulling apart. It took me several seconds to get my bearings again. Kyle was grinning. Then he held up another cup of beer and started drinking. He downed about half of it and then offered the rest to me.

I drank it in two seconds, which made him whistle. "This is why I like partying with a lesbian," he said.

"Oh fuck!" I said loudly.

He blinked, "What?"

"I just realized why I like girls more than boys. Because boys are assholes!" I said.

He grinned at me. "Nah. We only act that way to try to pick up chicks."

I couldn't keep a straight face anymore. And that was pretty much how the rest of the night went. It was amazing, actually. I had so much fun. We didn't kiss again, thankfully. I still didn't even know what to make of that. We were both definitely on our way to being drunk, if not drunk already, when it happened. Should we just ignore it and pretend it was the beer? Neither of us mentioned it, although we did do a little more grinding while we danced. I couldn't tell if he was still hard, though.

Finally, the announcement came over the PA system that the club was closing. Kyle kept to his word and called for a cab. Forty five minutes later, we stumbled into the house, trying to be as quiet as possible. I went to the bathroom and washed up, then headed downstairs.

Kyle was already in bed when I walked in, his eyes closed. "I hope you don't think I'm sleeping on the floor tonight," I announced to the room. He answered by sliding closer to the wall, never opening his eyes.

I plopped down on the bed and tossed the blanket back so I could slide underneath. My breath caught as I saw that he was topless again. I shook my head and switched off the light. I should probably ask him to start wearing a shirt at night. That shouldn't sound weird or anything.

I lay there surrounded by complete black and no sound other than Kyle's slow breathing. He was obviously asleep. I reached up and touched my lips with my fingers, my thoughts spinning. Oh wait, maybe that was the room that was spinning. But how does a completely dark room spin? Leave it to me to go off on tangents while listening to my own voice in my head.

I couldn't shake certain thoughts loose no matter how hard I tried. I thought about Kyle's reaction to my touch the night before. And then about how flirtatious we had been with each other at the club. That is, if you call kissing being flirtatious. Maybe it was more like foreplay. Wait. Foreplay? Foreplay implied the act of sex to be imminent. And imminent sex meant sex with a guy. No, not just any guy. My own brother. Hold on a second. Why was I thinking about sex with my brother? Jesus, Dani. Are you even still on planet Earth?

Screw it. I felt my arm moving before I had finished putting the decision into place in my mind. I didn't really assume control of my own hand until it was already resting on Kyle's naked stomach. And so for the second time in my life, I touched my brother. The world's biggest taboo. Almost. His body flinched again. I listened very carefully as I slid my fingertips up and down along his rippled abs. How did he make his skin so smooth?

He shifted and I stopped moving. A few seconds later, I let my fingertips glide upward again. I heard him suck in a breath, but I didn't stop. Slowly, I traced a wide circle around his stomach, admiring the feel of his muscles. And then I heard it again. He moaned. I tried to look at his face, but it was impossible to see in the dark.

I didn't stop. I ran my fingers around his belly in wider and wider arcs, tracing circles on his skin. He moaned again, shifting his legs slightly. His moans were soft. I slowly slid my fingers higher until they were circling his chest as well. His next moan tapered off into a whisper.

My body was responding with a low pulsing throb, below my waist. I knew I had to stop. Kyle moaned again, a little louder. I bit my lip. What the hell was I doing? It was dark. I was drunk. I was horny, and I was in bed with my half naked brother. Oh crap.

I finally forced myself to pull my hand away. I turned over, away from Kyle. And slowly, painfully slowly, I fell asleep.






=KYLE=

I woke up around 10am and noticed that Danielle was already gone again. I also noticed that I had a pretty intense hard-on, which wasn't very common for me anymore. Not since I was a teenager. Underneath that, I realized that I was actually feeling pretty turned on. I figured it must have been a dream that I couldn't remember.

I went upstairs and found my parents sitting in the living room watching TV. "Good morning, sunshine," my mom said.

"Hey mom," I answered. "Have you seen Danielle?"


My dad answered without looking away from the paper, "She took my car about an hour ago."

"Ah," I answered.

My dad looked up finally and said, "She told us how you left your mother's SUV at the bar last night. That was really smart of you."

"Yeah, I figured you'd appreciate that, mom," I laughed. Then I said, "We'll go get it this afternoon."

My mom smiled at me, "I wasn't worried, dear. We don't have any place to be today except right here. I hope you two had a good time last night?"

"Oh yeah, it was perfect. We had a blast," I assured her.

I walked out of the living room and went to take a shower. After I finished getting ready for the day, Danielle still wasn't back. That seemed odd to me, but I don't know why I even cared. She was probably visiting friends. I went down to my room and lay down on my bed. That's when my thoughts started replaying scenes from the night before.

I don't know what possessed me to kiss Dani the way I did. I still wasn't sure if she was offended about it, or if she thought it was funny. She was the one who started that game anyway, when we were kids. But I guess it felt different doing it now. It actually seemed like she was flirting with me quite a bit last night. I don't even know why, but I liked it. Not in any sort of sexual way. I just liked the intimacy and the inside secret that revolved around it. She and I shared something that literally nobody else on the entire planet was privy to.

Something about the kiss kept tugging at my attention. It felt different than I thought it would. I remember seeing that obnoxious guy who kept putting his hands all over Danielle. He wouldn't go away. And she seemed irritated by him. It was a pretty spur of the moment decision, but I thought that if he thought I was her boyfriend, he would leave her alone. It worked.

But that meant I had to kiss my sister. I guess I didn't expect to enjoy it as much as I did. We didn't talk about it again for the rest of the night, which was probably good, since we were both pretty drunk. But as I lay on my bed thinking about it, I started to worry about what that conversation would be like when it came up while we were sober.

The door opened and Dani walked in. She plopped down on the edge of the bed. "Where have you been?" I asked.

"I just needed to clear my head this morning," she answered.

I waited to see if she would add anything else, but she didn't. That worried me a bit. My thoughts strayed to the kiss again, and I wondered if she was upset about it. That seemed the most likely. But I didn't know how to bring it up. So I just said, "Cool."

She looked at me with a flat stare, then looked back at the door. We sat in silence for a few minutes. Of course that just made me worry even more. I thought maybe I should say something. But just as I was about to open my mouth, she said, "Anyway, I really want to go out again tonight. But this time to a different kind of club. You game?"

I nodded before I even registered what she was asking. A different kind of club? "I'll go," I answered. I didn't care if it was a gay club. I knew I'd have fun anyway.

Danielle stood up and grabbed my hand. I let her drag me out of the room as she explained, "We're going to get the Lincoln before mom has a cow."

"She really didn't seem upset at all," I said.

Danielle gave me a very flat look, as if to say, "What you see on the outside is rarely what you get on the inside."

I chuckled, but left the house with her just the same. She drove. I wanted to change the subject of my thoughts, so I decided to ask about the club. "So what's the name of the club you want to go to?"

"The Cat Box," she said, smirking.

"Seriously?" I asked.

"Yep," she answered.

"Uh, will there be anyone there that I could hook up with?" I asked, only half serious.

She glanced at me and shrugged, "Probably."

I frowned. I didn't know if that meant there would actually be straight women there, or if there would be guys there. I decided to let it ride, and asked instead, "What made you want to go there?"

"I want to get laid," she answered. Her voice was so matter-of-fact that I almost thought she said something else. Like, "I want to pick daisies."

I raised an eyebrow at her but she didn't notice. So I said, "You're going there looking for a one night stand?"

She shrugged. "My prerogative."

"True. I won't get in your way."

We drove in silence for a few more minutes, then I asked, "So what happened with your last girlfriend, anyway?"

She looked over at me and I saw something in her face that looked like pain. It was gone in a moment, and then she started saying, "She was straight."

"What?! How does that work if she was with you?" I asked.

Danielle shrugged. "I think I was her little experiment. Actually, the more I thought about it, the more I thought that she was never really interested in me. She did it for her boyfriend."

"She had a boyfriend... while you two were dating?" I was genuinely curious.

She nodded. "Yeah," she said, and she seemed to be staring into the distance.

"How did you find out? Did she tell you, or what?" I asked.

Danielle looked at me, and I saw the look again in her face. When she looked forward again, I swore her eyes looked moist. Then she told me the rest of the story. "The three of us slept together."

I whistled. Not appreciatively. Just in a way to show that now the story was getting wild. "I didn't know you were into guys, too," I said.

"I'm not. I wasn't. I don't know. I didn't have sex with him, if that's what you mean. But I do think the whole thing was orchestrated by him. I think he had a fantasy to be in bed with two lesbians. Only his girlfriend—my girlfriend, too—wasn't really a lesbian. She just acted the part pretty convincingly." She stopped talking and the SUV filled with quiet.

I reached over and touched her shoulder. "I'm sorry, sis. That's pretty fucked up," I said.

She wiped her eyes and nodded. "Yeah, I think the worst part was that I was really falling for her. She played her role a little too well. Had me convinced that I had changed her whole life. I was the first girl she had ever slept with, you know?"

I nodded. I squeezed her shoulder and said, "Some people are just assholes. Gender doesn't even matter."

Danielle laughed at that, looking over at me. Then her smile grew bigger and she said, "Thanks, K. Actually feels pretty good to finally tell that story to someone."

I smiled back and then noticed that we were only a block away from the club where the SUV was parked. When Danielle pulled up next to it, I leaned over and kissed her, the way we always did. Just a peck. Then I got out and got into the Lincoln and drove it home.






=DANIELLE=

Two things were clear to me when I woke up. First, I was still a lesbian. Second, I was questioning whether or not I was actually a lesbian. There we go. Two nice super clear concepts, right? Sometimes I laugh inside my own head. As in, the opposite of laughing out loud. This was one of those times. I left Kyle's room early again, before he woke up. I had some things to work out in my mind. So I left the house for a while.

My dad let me take his car. It was a Lexus, and was actually pretty fun to drive. But I didn't really care. I just wanted to have space where I could think. The first thing I did was drive to a convenience store and buy a pack of smokes. Then I drove twenty minutes outside of town, to a lake that I used to go to when I was in high school.

I parked the car and walked into a wooded area. I had a particular spot I was headed to. Fortunately for me, my memory was really good, and my spot was empty. There were several large rocks in a semi-circle near the edge of the lake. Two of them were close enough that I could sit on one and prop my feet up on the other. It was my old sitting spot. I had only ever taken one girlfriend to this place. Nobody else knew about it.

So I sat there with my feet propped up, smoking a cigarette. And thinking. In the course of fifteen minutes, I quietly reviewed every relationship I had ever been in. There was actually one that I had completely forgotten about. But my reminiscing brought it to light. Her name was Stacy Conway. She was the first girl who gave me multiple orgasms. I smiled at the memory. From that point forward, I was usually able to have several orgasms anytime I wanted to.

My mind wandered further, hopping around my life of memories. I thought about Kimmy Green, who had taught me how to find my own g-spot while masturbating. I giggled at the thought. I thought about Courtney something. I couldn't remember her last name, but I remembered that she would get crazy wet when I would stick my tongue in her ear.

As my mind skimmed through my list of girlfriends, I started feeling a little warm. It dawned on me that I was getting turned on. Or maybe I was already turned on, but my reminiscing was fueling the fire. I smiled at a sudden thought.