Falling for Brooklyn

He caught her in the air and lifted her a bit like a haphazard dance move. He held her there long enough to leave her both impressed at his strength and giggling like a school girl. Jason then lowered her down his body, making more contact with her than he'd intended and for the first time truly realizing how great his sister's body felt. Brooklyn felt it first though, for when Jason was about to set her on her feet, the hardening that had commenced at their first bout of wrestling poked Brooklyn right where a brother isn't supposed to poke his sister. Jason prayed it hadn't been as obvious to her as it was to him, and his amazing sister played it off just right. Rather than pausing too long and letting either the awkwardness or the emotion set in, she quickly stood on her toes and pecked him on the cheek, backing away before any further contact could be had and heading for the beach once more.

They continued laughing and kicking sand at each other as they made their way for the bungalows, thinking maybe they might have a few more drinks together and hang out there. When playtime was over, and the lethargy of the alcohol caught up with their submerged wrestling match, Brooklyn once again took her brothers arm and they walked on toward their bungalow. Neither of them had acknowledged the previous encounter and what it could possibly have meant, but there was a tremendous amount of love in the way Brooklyn looked into her brother's eyes the few times she did as they walked through the resort.

At one point, they passed a group of young guys, probably not much older than Jason himself, who drunkenly called after the passing couple. Her dress now soaking wet it clung to Brooklyn's body in a way that would bring most men to their knees. These guys, however, it brought to crude comments and shouting. She could see her brother beginning to anger, but instead, when one of them said something like, "That guy, seriously honey?" She hugged her brother closer to her and kissed his wet bicep lovingly. She didn't want her brother feeling bad for any reason, and frankly, she too couldn't think of a more perfect match than Jason, she just hoped she could find a man like him some day.

They walked like that all the way back to the bungalow, chilly from the ocean water as they dripped the whole way back, but extracting heat from each other as Brooklyn was wrapped tightly around her brother's arm. They stumbled once or twice, the alcohol getting the better of them, and Jason was feeling something familiar that he couldn't quite place. It reminded him of that few moments before finally getting home with a girl he'd desperately wanted for a while -- it obviously couldn't be that though. Brooklyn was practically lost in her brothers arms and thought she was probably being a little too lovey-dovey with Jason if she knew what was good for her.

Jason fumbled with his key card a bit, and as he struggled to insert it, Brooklyn leaned against the door and placed her hand gently over her brother's. She took his strong hand in hers and helped him to slip the card into its place. As he reached to turn the knob, they made eye contact and somewhere deep inside both of them was uncertain of where this night might take them. The knob turned and the thought washed away with a flood of light.

"Hey look who's back!" Their dad rang out, holding up a tumbler of what was probably whiskey.

"Kids! We finished early and decided to skip the little campfire they proposed so we could spend time with our two children!"

"Perfect!" Brooklyn said with as much enthusiasm as she could muster. Though they didn't make eye contact again, she knew that the appearance of their parents had changed things considerably. 'It's probably for the best, she thought.' A little quiver hit her just then, right in the spot where she had felt something she probably shouldn't have, out in the ocean earlier. It was an unspoken question, an unfulfilled need that rumbled around somewhere deep in the back of her mind. She wondered if Jason had felt it too as she reached out to grab the champagne flute her mother held for her, and washed back the feeling with the gulp of cold and bubbly beverage.

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Sun streamed through the window and cast itself upon Jason's face. It was hard to feel hung over in the island paradise but Jason's head was yet a bit cloudy. What exactly had happened last night? - For a second he remembered himself opening the door to their bungalow feeling the kind of nervousness and apprehension of a young man and his first kiss. But somehow his parents had stopped him, was that it? And then, it all came back to him at once. He and his sister had shared an amazing night, talking and bonding excitedly enough to make up for all the lost time. He has stared into her eyes and seen a great many things, the feelings he himself saw in himself. Admiration, connection, and was it... no it couldn't have been... desire?

He wasn't sure what he'd say to Brooklyn when he first saw her, especially when he was surprised and conflictedly grateful he hadn't woken up next to her. He hesitated to even think in such terms, and shook it and a bit of morning grogginess off as he stretched and sat up in bed.

He and his parents headed down toward the beach and nearby breakfast as Brooklyn had apparently instructed his mother to do when she called earlier that morning. A small part of Jason was nervous to see his sister but the vast majority of him was excited to see her again after the night they had shared together. His parents stopped at the bar on the way to the beach for a little "hair of the dog," as his mother had said laughing, and Jason walked on.

He searched for his older sister as sand made contact with his toes when he took his first step from the boardwalk to the beach. Scanning the horizon and compensating for the bright morning sun, he found her.

"Wowww..." he whispered aloud as he caught sight of her.

He knew then that she was born to wear a bikini. It seemed a trivial thing, but upon seeing the way her legs caught the sun as they propelled her languidly along the beach, he could not imagine her wearing anything else. A transparent skirt hung lightly at her waist, cut all the way to the hip at one side with tassels swinging back and forth as they grazed her tanned legs. Her midsection was, put simply, mouthwatering -- flat and soft in all of the right ways; he could see dimples in her back that looked like a great spot to hold her firmly in one's hands. He could have only just made out a peaceful look on her pretty face, but by the time his eyes climbed that high he was hopelessly transfixed.

Her breasts, the ample features that had sealed her fame, were proudly displayed in a simple yellow top. It seemed to hoist them slightly, threatening to spill out the gloriousness beneath, something that could likely stop his heart. Jason felt certain that he'd never seen a set to match them, but then again, Brooklyn in her entirety was something of an incomparable beauty.

She couldn't see him looking as he watched her walk aimlessly along the place where waves just barely nipped at her feet. However, as he involuntarily slowed his pace to marvel at the sight of his sister, a true world-class swimsuit model, she felt him there. Every eye on the beach was aware of Brooklyn's presence, yet she felt her heart miss a beat when she sensed her brother approaching. Whether it was some supernatural connection or she had just seen him out of the corner of her eye, she cared not. With a smile, she broke from her daydreaming and practically hopped all the way to her little brother.

Reaching him, she saw a look on his face that made her think he'd seen a ghost.

"Something wrong killer?" She asked while placing her hands warmly on his shoulders.

Jason tried to snap out if his own zombie-like state of wonder but found himself fumbling for words: "N....no.....Just still a little," he caught a breath, "groggy I guess."

"Yea, I guess we got a little too drunk last night, huh?" Brooklyn's words sounded innocently inquisitive now, "I hope you had as much fun as I did last night, I couldn't stop thinking about it when I was falling asleep."

Jason had been thinking about his sister when he had been falling asleep too, though neither of them was prepared to share exactly what had gone through their minds.

"I really did, I can't believe we've waited so long to catch up though -- it made me realize how much I've missed you." Jason placed hand on his sister's waist now, pulling her toward him to emphasize his words. It might have been misunderstood by a bystander but the two of them felt so much for each other that it struck neither of them as odd.

Brooklyn could have melted on the spot; the sincerity in her brother's words was unmistakable and his touch - electric. It filled her with warmth that overcame that of the morning sun on her cheek.

"Awww, since when did you become a big softie!" Brooklyn teased him.

"Hey listen, Manhattan, you started it!" He defended himself. "I just meant-"

But Brooklyn didn't make him go on with the impression that she didn't feel just as strongly as he did. Instead, she leaned tightly against him, with the unintended effect of pressing her breast directly into Jason, and pecked him right on the cheek. She lingered for just the right amount of time before speaking softly into his ear:

"I know what you meant, silly."

Brooklyn took Jason's arm once again, bringing him back to events of the previous night, when he'd had his big sis hooked around him as he did now. She was wearing significantly more clothing then, however, and Jason was still reeling from the way Brooklyn had whispered into his ear. Anyone else and he would have sworn they were coming on to him.

They walked back toward their mom and dad, mostly in silence, a kind of quiet awe and appreciation of each other. Brooklyn found it amazing that she had already extracted so much joy from her brother's company and she could hardly imagine how much more a girl could possibly have, 'from their brother, that is,' she thought naughtily. There was one thing she hadn't let her brother see - she had a bit of a naughty streak in her, though the selection of men with whom she had felt comfortable enough to share it was pretty thin. At times Brooklyn felt like breaking free of the quiet girl who posed just the way the camera man wanted or laughed politely when a guy she hoped to land the next modeling gig with used a crappy pick up line on her. She felt like running naked in the street, saying a naughty word on television, or maybe having sex with someone she shouldn't...

Jason felt his sister squeeze his arm a little tighter on the walk up at some point, and he wondered what was going through her head at that moment. He himself was having trouble focusing on anything but the soft pillow that his elbow was partially pressed into, or the mesmerizing way his sister's breasts were bouncing as she strode next to him. It just wasn't fair, and he felt terrible for silently wishing she was anyone but his sister.

"Good morning sunshine!" Beamed their mother with a mimosa glass in her hand. Jason suddenly understood where Brooklyn had gotten that playfulness he'd re-fallen in love with a few hours ago.

"I bet you two are feeling it this morning, huh?" their father quipped.

"Maybe a little," Brooklyn replied, squeezing her brother's arm imperceptibly to all but him.

"What do you say we walk on the beach a while, maybe you two can shake off those hangovers you're obviously sporting?" their mother suggested.

Everyone agreed, and off they went down the beach as the morning sun climbed higher into the sky. Jason and his dad stayed slightly behind. Neither was complaining though, because the backs of the two women in front of them were as picturesque as the sunrise to their side. Jason wondered whether his dad was looking at his spouse's behind or his daughter's though he wouldn't blame him either way. Brooklyn was clearly a product of his mother's genes, though thinking in such terms brought back a slight pang of guilt. Jason's dad alleviated it when he said:

"Your sister, she's quite beautiful nowadays, huh?"

His tone was harmless, and obviously Jason couldn't agree more, "Yea I guess, Dad, and you landed yourself a beautiful wife too dad."

Jason's dad tossed his arm over his son's shoulder, "I still expect you to look out for her though buddy, maybe now more than ever. She might be all grown up, but girls like her get attention from all different kinds of places, and you have a responsibility to protect her."

"I know Dad. Where is all this coming from anyway?" Jason queried.

"Ahh you know, I just don't like the thought of my little girl being around any men I can't trust like you and I. Plus, I like seeing you two so close; maybe you can get her to set you up with one of those swimsuit babe friends of hers anyway, eh?" Jason's dad elbowed him with a sly grin on his face.

"Ha-ha, in my dreams dad," Jason laughingly replied.

"Don't sell yourself short buddy, I used to be get plenty of attention from the ladies in my day, and you know what they say about the apple not falling far from the tree," his dad continued "and any girl would be lucky to get the nice guy you've grown into, I just hope Brooklyn can find someone like you for herself."

"Alright already, I'll watch out for her, just don't say anything more about 'back in your day,' "Jason quipped. But his father had hit closer to home than he knew, just the mention of a guy 'like himself' for Brooklyn made his mind wander. He couldn't imagine that his father would approve of the way his two children had been flirting shamelessly, and he definitely didn't think his father would be too happy if he knew what had made contact underwater between the two last night.

They walked on, sometimes Jason with his dad, sometimes his mom, and his favorite moments were obviously those with his sister. They continued with the loving remarks, teased each other, and generally cemented the rapport they had established the previous night. They were more careful though, guarded in front of their parents, and Brooklyn found herself missing the warmth of being wrapped around her brother as she had so many times already done.

Briefly, the two initiated a bout of horseplay in the water, with Brooklyn chasing after her brother when he made a comment about Andy Roddick and his tennis balls. They got just far enough away that Brooklyn felt safe being slightly bolder with her horseplay, grabbing at her brother's body to feel the solidness of his chest or abs, and she greatly enjoyed the strength with which he tossed her about. For a moment Jason's hand landed on his sister's chest entirely on accident, but Brooklyn surprised him as he tried to remove it and found her hand atop his, holding it in place but making like it was all part of the game. Their horsing around ended slowly, like the night before, and Brooklyn half expected to feel a familiar prod beneath the surface of the water. Fortunately, Jason had managed to keep his appetite at bay and saved himself the disaster of walking out of the ocean with a massive boner in front of their parents.

Yet, as soon as it started, playtime was over. Jason watched his sister swim lithely ahead of him and they reached the beach to rejoin their parents. Just then their mother called to them, she had seen something and looked excited.

"Guys, I know this sounds crazy, but I know I saw this on one of those travel shows I watched about this place." Their mothers eyes were wide as she continued, "It had a rock carved into a face just like this one and two huge trees directly on either side."

They all looked and found that their mom was describing the exact scene in front of them, at the edge of the forest.

"So, you saw a rock on the travel channel...?" Jason joked. His sister nudged him in the ribcage as if to defend her mother.

"Yes, Mr. Smarty-pants, but it was where the guide entered to go to this place he called 'Hidden Falls,' or something like that. He said it was almost completely unknown to all but some of the locals, and they didn't even go because it was too dangerous."

"And you want us to go in there?" Brooklyn motioned toward the dense jungle-looking area beyond the statue with disbelief.

"Come on, we are all athletic enough, and we won't get another chance like this!" Their mother begged them.

"But Mom, I only have sandals," Brooklyn whined

As if she had known what her daughter would say, their mother pulled out of her bag a pair of summery walking shoes and Brooklyn knew that she had been beat. They headed into the forest, one by one, and although the path was, according to their mother, unknown, there was a somewhat recognizable path. It was easy going at first, but things got tougher as they got further along and the path turned more uphill. Their father stayed behind their mother, and Jason behind Brooklyn. There was no resisting a look at the toned backside of his sister as she ascended in front of him. She even looked back once or twice with a little grin when she caught her brother looking.

It had been probably 30 minutes when they finally saw anything, and they almost missed it: a small carving in a tree along the path that read "falls," with an arrow pointing in the direction they were headed. Their mother had taken it as a good sign, but when they came to a nearly 8' ledge that Jason scaled without an issue, both children could see that their parents were worn down. Their mom and dad sat down and Brooklyn reached her hands up to her brother.

"And what is it you would like?" Jason denied her, towering over her with a fantastic view down her shirt. (Unfortunately for Jason, their mother had had a blouse in her bag as well)

"Come on Jason, pull me up!" She pleaded. The puppy dog look on her face almost convinced him.

"What are the magic words?" he prodded.

"Pleeeease?" she asked, eyes wide and begging.

Jason reached down for her and took hold of his beautiful sister, hoisting her up with some help from her as her feet scrambled up the face. When she got to the top her momentum took her right into her brother's arms. Tired, she could do nothing but remain there and catch her breath, embracing him tightly. She looked up after a moment, and saw more than she expected in her brother's eyes. Something in them reminded her of the effect she so often had on men, not just with her looks but with a sparkling personality she worked so hard to maintain. But his eyes also spoke of a pain, some kind of inner struggle she could see in him as he looked down at her in his arms. She felt for him then, it could not have been easy being her brother for many reasons, but it hadn't occurred to her until then that it might cause him pain.

Luckily, their parents were too involved with catching their breath and drinking from their water bottles to look up and see what had quickly become more than a siblings' embrace. They broke apart, looking back down at the sad sight below them.

"So... it looks like you bit off a little more than you could chew, huh mom?" Brooklyn teased her mother.

"Oh sooorrry I'm not some twenty-something supermodel whose job it is to stay in shape," their mother snapped. Brooklyn gasped but she knew she had deserved it.

"Well, what do you want to do?" Jason asked down.

"You're dad and I agreed, there's no way we're making it up that wall, and even if we did who knows how much further it is." Their mom surrendered.

"You kids go on ahead, we'll catch up with you later," said their father, tossing them one of the two half-empty water bottles.

"And be careful!" finished their mother.

After saying their goodbyes, Jason and Brooklyn continued upward. Neither of them was overly upset to part from their parents. Both siblings knew, whether they admitted it or not, that something unspoken between them had grown to the tipping point, and the thought that it might be right over the next hill had Brooklyn and Jason equally eager to press on.