Family with Benefits Ch. 02

Chris lay by the pool for several minutes after Ed left, the hot sun beating down on her nude body. She still tasted him in her mouth, his dried cum sticking to her face. Her fingers strayed to between her spread legs, her wetness still evident, while she enjoyed the relaxing sensation that had come over her. Finally, when the rays of the sun grew too much, she picked up her towel and bikini bottom and went inside to get cleaned up.

She was alone with her thoughts in the shower as she scrubbed the sweat from her body. She felt more relaxed and at ease than she had since she saw the two of them that night, but she was more horny than before. Now that she had a taste of him, she wanted more. Standing under the cascading water, she let herself be taken away by the light pounding of the streams against her skin.

For a brief moment, she imagined Ed in the shower with her, his hands sliding across her wet body, his fingers teasing her with their touch. He would push her against the wall and press himself against her, his hard cock sandwiched between them, begging to slip into her waiting pussy.

Grasping hold of him, she would guide him inside her, her body being filled as she impaled herself on him. His hips would move back and forth, his cock almost leaving her before sliding back in. Over and over he would fuck her, her body pinned between he and the wall, her arms wrapped about his neck as she was taken, their breathing echoing above the sound of the falling water.

Opening her eyes, she let her hand travel to between her legs, her body's insistence on being satisfied taking hold. She felt the roughness of her shaved mound on her hand, two fingers finding their way between her soft folds. Slowly she slid them up and down, feeling the warmth of her body grow as her daydream took hold. Bending her hand, she pushed her fingers inside, trying to imagine how Ed would feel.

She thought about Ed's cock and remembered how it felt in her mouth, its thickness sliding between her lips. As she did, she fucked herself harder with her fingers, trying to relieve her desire. Faster she moved her hand, her own slickness mingling with the running water, trying to find the right combination of speed and pressure to make herself cum. She closed her eyes and focused on the sight of Ed's cock inches before her face, her hand squeezing it tight and seeing his drop of precum glisten in the sun.

Despite her efforts, there was no substitute for the real thing and she gained little satisfaction for her efforts. She reluctantly removed her fingers from her pussy and slumped against the shower wall.

Frustrated, she set about shaving herself, the pulling and tugging needed to get herself smooth not helping her unsated mood. When done, she rinsed one last time, using cool, almost cold, water in an effort to quench her sexual thirst.

But she couldn't. She wanted him. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help herself. All she knew is she wanted her brother to fuck her.

By the time she was done Ed had left and she was alone in the house. Scrounging up something to eat, she spent the night in a restless, unsatisfied, state.

Tuesday was as hot as Monday, and rather than spend time alone, Chris invited Jen over. They talked about this and that, their bodies all but baking in the sun, until both had had enough and went inside to cool off.

Munching on some light fare, the two discussed what was left of their summer before starting school.

"Any big plans before your last days of freedom are over?" Jen jokingly asked.

"Not really. I think I'll just hang out on Saturday and Sunday. My parents will be home late Friday so I'm sure they'll want to talk about me starting work and such."

"Ahh yes," Jen intoned, "the trifecta of talks. Getting your period, sex and getting a job. You've hit them all!"

Chris gave her that crooked look which she always did when such comments were made. For as long as she had known her, Jen was always the more quick witted and forward thinking of the two.

"So how's Ed?" Jen asked.

"Stop it!" Chris shot back. "There are a thousand other guys out there. You don't need to be gunning for my brother!"

Jen's eyes were wide at Chris' unexpected response to her joke. She didn't know Chris was so protective of her brother. Did she find out what happened?

"Sorry," Jen somewhat sheepishly answered.

Chris huffed, then took a breath. "No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that."

"So what's up then?"

Chris couldn't let Jen know what she had seen that night, and she definitely couldn't tell her what she and Ed had done. She was in a bind and her stomach was in knots. Pausing to gather her thoughts, Chris tried a different tack.

"Look, I know you think it's funny that Ed's eyes popped out when he saw you in your bikini," Chris started, "and that he gave you a backrub while putting lotion on you, but it's kinda weird having my best friend trying to jump my brother's bones."

"Fair enough," Jen replied. "I won't ask about him again."

"I didn't mean it like that," Chris said. "I just meant, oh, never mind. I shouldn't be worrying about him anyway." She realized she couldn't keep talking about this subject without it seeming like she was protecting her territory.

"Gees, talk about being overly protective. I always thought it was the brother protecting his little sister. I never thought you'd be trying to protect him," Jen went on.

"I'm not protecting him!" Chris shot back. "He's my brother and you're my best friend. It's just weird, that's all. What if I came home and found the two of you humping like dogs? How weird would that be?"

Jen didn't say a word. She ruminated on what Chris had just said. Was she hinting that she had seen the two of them that night, or was she alluding to something that could very easily happen between she and Ed?

"I promise not to jump your brother's bones, ok?"

Chris sighed. "Thanks. I appreciate it."

The two sat in silence after the exchange, unsure how to proceed.

"I didn't mean to come off like a territorial bitch," Chris finally said. "It's just..."

Jen put a hand up to cut her off. "I understand. He's your brother. If I had a sister or brother I'm sure I'd feel the same way. I'll be on my best behavior from now on. Promise." Jen used her finger to trace an X across her heart.

Chris gave a forced smile before taking her dishes to the sink then gave Jen a hug as a way of thanking her for her understanding. The two discussed some vague plans for the summer of what to do before they went to college in the fall, but otherwise left things where they were for the time being.

The two talked away the rest of the afternoon and though they gave only a passing glance when Ed came home to change before going to work, inside, Chris' stomach had butterflies. For a brief moment, her mind imagined what he looked like walking across the room naked, his dick lightly bouncing with every step.

Jen left in the early evening, Chris once again alone with her thoughts. Her eyes scanned the room and she knew what needed to be done. While the place wasn't a wreck, she had to at least show some effort was made not to leave a mess for their parents when they came home.

A half hour later the kitchen and den looked respectable and she felt it was time to get cleaned up. Going to her room to get a change of clothes, she saw the top of her bikini lying on her bed. She stared at the crimson material for a moment, the events of that day flooding back into her memory.

She looked behind her, thinking Ed was standing there, but he wasn't. She was by herself with only her thoughts to keep her company.

Coming back to reality, she tossed the top into a corner with other clothes, stripped off what she was wearing and walked naked down the hallway to the bathroom. The cool air on her exposed body felt good, especially after the cleaning she had done.

Before she turned on the shower, she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Standing back far enough so she could see most of her body, she turned this way and that, taking a good look from every angle. The tan lines which has once been evident on her front were less visible. It took her a moment but she realized why and made a mental note to lay out nude now and then when she could.

She felt refreshed after scrubbing the sweat and baked in lotion from her body, her mind relaxed and at ease. Throwing on an oversized t-shirt, she grabbed something small to eat for the night and curled up on the couch to watch some tv.

The effects of the warm shower combined with her reclining position soon had her asleep. Her mind wandered, images and thoughts of surreal scenes filling her dreams.

Something, probably a commercial on the television, woke her from her slumber and she staggered her way to her bed. Trying to fall asleep, she couldn't find a comfortable position and spent a long time tossing and turning. She knew why and tried to ignore it until she finally had no choice.

Alone in her bed, with only the sound of the air conditioning breaking the silence, the tingling between her legs was a constant reminder of what she needed. She pulled up the bottom of her t-shirt so it was at her waist, spread her legs and began to gently play with herself.

Her fingers toyed with her outer lips, their softness oddly titillating. Applying some pressure, she slowly rubbed her pussy, feeling the warmth begin to spread into her body. She concentrated on how her fingers moved against her body, where they touched her and how hard.

It wasn't long before she felt her fingers becoming wet as her arousal grew. Placing her index and middle fingers together, she rubbed them up and down her slit though not entering her waiting pussy.

Her body twitched as she grazed her clit which was swelling by the moment. She breathed harder, her mouth partially open, as her fingers toyed with her sex. She moved her fingers in circles, her body responding with a quickening pulse and now, a small moan.

Taking a moment, she pushed down the sheet covering her body then raised her knees from the bed. Her free hand snaked its way under her shirt and pinched a nipple, allowing another small moan to pass over her lips. Harder she rubbed herself, her fingers now coated in her own juices, her hips occasionally raising from the bed as she pleasured herself.

She cupped her breast and pulled it upwards while her fingers pulled at her erect nipple. She exhaled sharply as the fingers between her legs scraped across her engorged clit, the momentary shock of contact eliciting a sharp groan. Chris' body twisted on the bed, her eyes closed tight, her mouth open and panting. She was close, she could feel it, and in a frenzied burst, her fingers rubbed furiously to send her over the edge.

She gritted her teeth at the moment her orgasm overcame her aroused body and let out a long, throaty growl. Her free hand released its grip on her nipple and slammed to the bed for support, her hips bucking on the bed.

Quickly she was done and she let herself sink into the bed to finally get some sleep. She was relaxing in her afterglow when she heard the front door being unlocked. As if on cue, her body became tense, her emotions on high alert as she listened to Ed's footsteps coming up the stairs. She grabbed the sheet and covered herself, her heart pounding as she listened to him remove his clothes and toss them onto the floor before going to the bathroom to get cleaned up for the night. She waited for him to enter her room, her body wanting to have him close to her in her still somewhat aroused state. But he never did. She heard him crawl into his bed and adjust the covers before silence once again overtook the house.

She did eventually fall asleep though her mind once again conjured up images of the two of them together. When she awoke, she was wet between her legs and she smiled before rolling onto her side, the simultaneous coolness and warmth of the covers a comforting delight.

Soon however, her stomach rumbled and looking at her clock, saw it was mid-morning. Forced to get up by hunger, she headed to the kitchen. She saw the dishes Ed had used for his breakfast lying in the sink and paused briefly before finding something to eat.

As she sat at the table, she heard Ed come into the house and without a word, went upstairs. She had slept so soundly she hadn't heard him leave that morning.

Sighing, she quickly finished then went to get a shower. She had no idea what she was going to do that day, but she needed to get away for a time. Like her breakfast, her shower was quick and to the point and she ran the towel over her body to remove most of the water before heading to her room.

"Chris," she heard her name being called as she passed Ed's room.

Stopping and taking a step back, she looked in his room and saw Ed sitting on his bed with a book in his lap.

"What?" she asked.

Closing the book and setting it aside, Ed replied, "We need to talk."

She knew that phrase was never the portent to anything good. With a knot in her stomach she walked in and sat on the bed across from him.

Waiting for her to get settled, Ed took a breath before beginning.

"What's going on?"

Chris stared at him blankly, not understanding what the question was about.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb with me, you're not that smart."

His remark was like being slapped in the face. The knot in her stomach grew, her mouth went dry and she became nervous.

"What do you think I mean? Why do you think I haven't been around much?"

Lowering her head, she knew she had to come clean. She had to tell him everything.

"I saw you with Jen that night," she quietly told him, her eyes looking up to see his expression.

Ed's expression didn't change but she saw him clench his jaw. She waited, silent, for him to say something.

"You're right," he finally admitted, "Jen and I had a thing."

"A thing? A THING!!" Chris all but shrieked. "She sucked your dick and you ate her out. That's more than a thing!"

"What does it matter to you?" Ed angrily growled. "She wanted it, I wanted, we did it. Get over it!"

Chris grew more angry at his line of reasoning. It wasn't that she was protective of him, it was just...

"Because ever since I saw you walk across the room naked, I've been having dreams about you! OK?!" she blurted out.

Stunned by her admission, Ed said nothing. He looked at his sister, her face red with emotion, her neck tense as she stared back at him.

"So because you saw me naked," he finally said, "that's why you..."

"Yes," Chris cut him off. Her eyes were big and round, the emotion of what she was saying evident. She slumped her body and held back the tears which were on the verge of pouring forth. She sniffled her nose, trying to keep herself under control.

"That is the weirdest thing I've heard you say since we were kids," Ed told her. "How you got from seeing me naked to sucking me off is definitely up there on the weird scale."

"Then why didn't you stop me?!" Chris lashed out. "All you had to do was say no!" Her lips trembled as the room went silent. She shook as her emotions consumed her.

Ed knew she was right. He should have stopped her. But he didn't want to.

"I can't stop thinking about you!" The words tumbled from her lips. She no longer had any control of what was coming from her mouth. "When I'm near you, I act like a schoolgirl, I'm so nervous. I have dreams about you. I imagine what it would be like if you fucked me. I'm SORRY!"

With those words, Chris began to cry. Her tears fell onto the edge of the towel, her damp hair falling forward and covering her face.

Ed watched his sister cry, torn between comforting her and letting her to her own devices. Knowing what he had to do, he moved close to her and leaned in, wrapping his arms about his sister, Chris immediately following suit and burying her face on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry," she sobbed, her tears staining his shirt. "I'm sorry."

"It's ok," Ed quietly consoled her. He held her tighter, letting her sink into his body, her arms squeezing him tight.

Slowly, Chris got herself under control and sat up. Her eyes were red from crying and she wiped away a tear which clung to her cheek. She looked at her brother and forced a smile before speaking.

"It's stupid, I know," she said in a strained voice. "I want to fuck my brother." She looked at Ed who gave her a weak smile in return.

"So what do we do?" he asked.

"You could always fuck me," Chris joked. She looked at Ed who rolled his eyes at her remark.

"That's the second weirdest thing I've heard you say in the last ten minutes," he told her.

Chris laughed, realizing how she must sound.

"If you're really that desperate, I'm sure one of my friends from college would be willing to oblige."

"Sure, pimp out your sister why don't you," Chris again joked. They both laughed at the absurdity of the comment and the situation.

"Look, Chris, I think you're cute and all..." Ed began

"You think I'm cute?" she asked, her emotions perking up at his words.

"Of course you are," Ed told her. "As I told you when Jen was here, I may be your brother, but that suit you were wearing didn't leave much to the imagination. I'm still a guy and I'm not blind."

Chris smiled as she listened to her brother give her a backhanded compliment.

"Then please, just once."

Ed sighed. He looked at his sister as she sat before him, her body covered only by a damp towel, her eyes looking at him with hope. For a brief moment the image of her sun drenched, nude body sprawled on the chair by the pool flashed before his eyes. He remembered how she looked with her hand resting between her spread legs, her disheveled hair framing her face.

"I can't," he reluctantly told her.

"Please Ed," Chris said as she leaned in and rested her head on his shoulder, her arms wrapping about his neck.

"Please," she softly implored. "Just once." She rolled her face on his shoulder, her lips grazing his neck.

"I can't," Ed again replied, her warm breath giving him goosebumps.

"Please, Ed," Chris quietly asked, her lips now gently kissing his neck, her body resting against his. "Don't make me beg," she whispered in his ear.

"I can't stop thinking about you," she continued, her warm breath tickling him as she spoke. "I need to feel you inside me." She kissed his neck, the tip of her tongue scraping his skin before she leaned her full weight onto him.

As before, Ed was becoming aroused at his sister's actions. He knew it was wrong, he shouldn't be reacting this way, but he couldn't help himself. His dick was growing harder by the moment and forming a distinct bulge beneath his shorts, his heart beating faster with her every touch.

Letting a hand trace its way down his chest, Chris rested it in his lap, feeling his hardness and gently pressed into him.

"You can do whatever you want," she told him, her forehead now resting on his shoulder, her eyes looking at her hand which rubbed his engorged cock. She used the fingers of her hand to straddle his straining cock then slowly slid up and down its shape. As she did, she grew excited as she felt his size beneath his clothes. That tingling sensation between her legs grew stronger and more pronounced the longer she touched him.

Ed leaned his head against hers, his body reacting to her touch, wanting her to fondle him. His heart beat harder as she toyed with him, his body tensing as she rubbed him.

It was then she felt the fingers of his hand reach inside the towel to work it loose. The damp material fell from her body, a hand reaching up to tenderly cup a breast. She felt his thumb rub against her nipple, its rough pad delicately scraping against her soft nub. She shifted her weight as the wetness between her legs grew.

For a short time they toyed with one another then, as if it was the natural thing to do, her body tipped backwards until she lay on her back, her bent legs unwrapping themselves and resting on the bed. The hand which had held her traced its way down her form, across her breasts, down to her stomach and still lower where she felt a finger press at her opening.