Fated Ch. 14

I awoke incredibly horny. I usually remember my dreams, but I could not recall if I had dreamed overnight, and if I had, then that could explain why I was insatiably aroused. Unfortunately, my big brother could not give me any relief, for we had overslept the alarm, and we had just enough time to get dressed and pick up breakfast at a drive-thru as he drove me to campus.

All morning long in the university library, I stewed in my arousal. I do not know how my nipples managed to hide themselves from the attentions of others. Thankfully, I was wearing shorts that day and not a skirt, as the snug-fitting denim was far better than a skirt at holding in the musk of my arousal.

In the back of my mind, I kept seeing my big brother poised between my thighs, I kept feeling my body opening for him as he invaded me with great care, I kept hearing his hard breaths in my ear as his pleasure peaked inside me. It did not matter whether I was at the front desk or restocking the shelves or assisting someone in finding a book or helping a new student use one of the computers: My big brother was permanently imprinted on my brain.

When it was time for my lunch break, I hurried to the sandwich cart near the main library and bought lunch, then went and sat in the shade of a tall tree well away from the walkways. Immediately, I whipped out my cell phone and called Eric.

"Hey, little sister," he answered.

"Hey."

"What is it?" Clearly, he could hear the need in my voice.

"I'm incredibly horny," I informed him, trying to keep my voice as low as possible.

"I see. So why don't you do something about it?"

"I can't. I'm working. Although actually, I'm currently having lunch, but still... I need you, Eric. I need my big brother to give me what I need."

"And what exactly do you need?"

I recognized what was happening. He was taunting me, teasing me. Then again, he was in an office building a few miles away, not next to me, not with me, not holding me, not fondling me, so all he had was his voice, his words.

"I need you."

"You need me?"

"Yes!" I nearly hissed. "I need my big brother inside me. I need my big brother to bend me over the edge of his bed and force himself inside me again and again and again."

"That sounds delicious," he commented, his voice softer.

"Please," I begged, "please promise me you'll take me when you get home. Promise me, Eric!"

He had the audacity to make a sound as if he was considering my request.

"Oh god, please, Eric. Just promise that you'll fuck your sister!"

"Wow," I heard in my ear, "you really are incredibly horny today, sis."

"Yes I am!" Thoughts were racing through my head, all of them variations of my sisterly body being illicitly pleasured. My nipples and my clitoris throbbed while my sex wept with need. Suddenly I could no longer sit still, sliding my thighs together as discretely as possible.

"Is my little sister's pussy wet?"

"Yes!"

"Are her nipples hard and uncomfortable in her bra?"

"Yes!"

"Is her clit throbbing?"

"Y-yes!"

"Then perhaps she'd enjoy knowing that her big brother is hard right now as he thinks about violating her once he returns from work."

Eric ended the call, and I nearly cried in frustration.

Somehow, I forced myself to eat lunch, and by the time I was finished, my need was no longer quite so consuming, but definitely still prevalent. Just as I was about to get up and head back into the library, I received a text message from my big brother:

Don't even think of touching yourself. I want you desperate for me when I get home.

I hurried to the women's restroom on the sixth floor, the one with the least amount of usage, and cried, consumed by my desperation.

*****

I practically ran from the light rail stop to the apartment, not even bothering to check the mailbox. I turned on the A/C and practically tore off my clothes before diving into the shower long enough to wipe the sweat from my body.

Naked, I sat on the edge of my bed and sent a text message to my big brother:

I'm home and I need you NOW. Hurry! FUCK ME!!!!!!!

A few minutes later, I received his reply:

I want you naked on hands and knees on my bed. Finger yourself but do not cum until I'm inside you.

"Oh my god..." I whispered, my body beginning to shake as I realized how much time would pass before he finally plunged into me. Nonetheless, I complied, at one point realizing that I was like a slave and Eric was like a Master in some of the erotica I had read online.

Above my sounds of intense need, I heard my big brother finally arrive. Then I heard nothing for a long time as I shook from my efforts to fend off the orgasm which threatened to devour me. "Eric please!" I finally cried out, tears streaming down my face, not caring if the neighbors may have heard me.

And then he stood beside the bed, his erection bobbing as he mounted the bed. He took his position behind me, still having said nothing to me. Slowly, he eased his tip inside me, then steeled his hands upon my hips.

My big brother violated me with a fierce plunge and I screamed into a pillow, my body spasming uncontrollably. He rode me, barely moving as he enjoyed my intense release, ultimately filling me with his essence.

I awoke to the smell of steaks. I was still wet. I was sticky from our combined release. I still felt a bit weak after such a powerful climax. Gingerly, I made my way to the kitchen, tears beginning to streak down my face once again.

To his credit, Eric said nothing. Naked himself, he simply took me in his arms, and allowed my tears to flow, even though it meant the steaks ended up being very much overcooked.

As we cuddled in my bed that night, I confessed, "At one point today, I actually hated you."

"Really?" he asked. "I didn't know that you could hate anyone."

I kissed the front of my big brother's neck. "I was already desperate, and you purposely made it worse, and I hated you for it. But in the end, it was exactly what I needed. Thank you."

Nothing more was said. Nothing more needed to be said.