Flock of birds

Oddly enough, it gave me peace of mind. I gave up all hope, had accepted he would never be mine and I had lost him although I didn't have him in the first place.

The pain became bearable as long as I didn't think about his marriage, which was approaching, no matter what.

One morning, after I had walked to Herman's farm, I instantly knew something was very wrong as I didn't see Herman on his porch. I called his name, as I entered his house, but there was no answer and then I saw him.

He was sitting on his chair, a book on his lap, his skin was pale and he wasn't breathing.

I cried as I called for an ambulance then sat, numbed, on his front porch as they carried his body out of his house. In a blur, I walked home, fell into mum's arms, crying, and told her what had happened. I didn't go to school, that day, because I had lost my best friend...

I was alone.

I later learned he had a massive heart attack and died in an instant.

His funeral was quiet and not many people came, only some folks I knew from the village. I wondered if he had any family left and I felt so sorry for him. He must have been so lonely.

After a few days, a letter came from the Executor of Herman's Estate. It was an invitation to attend the reading of Herman's Will. I found it odd as I was only a friend.

Wednesday, at one o'clock, I was waiting at the desk of the Executor as someone else entered the office. It was Thomas!

My breath halted for a few moments.

"Hey," I whispered.

"Hey, sweet, Floor," he said softly.

He took a chair beside me and I saw pain in his beautiful eyes. He took my hand, without saying a word, and my heartache was back. It hit me like a blast and I felt a tear running down my cheek.

"Please don't cry," he whispered as he wiped my tear away with his thumb.

I nodded and swallowed.

Apparently, Herman had changed his Will, years ago, with us as sole inheritors.

He hadn't had any family members, as I had suspected, and that made me sad. I regretted not being with him more often to ease his loneliness.

Herman had gained quite a fortune during his life and left each of us with three million euros (three million four hundred fifty-four thousand nine hundred fifty US dollars) and the farm which was evenly split between the both of us. We were both stunned and, as we walked out of the office, Thomas took my hand and looked at me.

"Want some coffee?" he asked with his soft voice.

I nodded and followed him to a small coffee bar, empty except for us and the employees. We sat at a small table, in silence, numbed by our fortune and the loss of our friend. After a while, I looked at Thomas and sighed.

"I miss him," I whispered as I felt a tear rolling down my cheek. Thomas nodded.

"I understand. You were really close, weren't you?"

I nodded and cupped my hands around the warm cup of coffee. "He was my only friend!" I whispered while I looked at the black liquid.

Thomas sighed and looked into my eyes.

"And us? Are we still friends?"

I looked away and stared through the window at the people passing by.

"I don't know. It hurts me too, much," I said softly.

Thomas nodded and we continued sitting, in silence, and drinking our coffee. After a while, he stood up and payed the bill.

"Shall I drop you off at home?" he asked as he handed me my coat.

I shook my head.

"No, I have some things to do before I go home. I guess I'll see you later, or not," I whispered, swallowing a heavy lump in my throat.

Thomas shrugged his shoulders and nodded. "Ok. Goodbye, sweet, Floor," he said and turned his back and left.

Tears ran down my cheeks as I watched him leaving. "Goodbye, sweet Thomas," I whispered.

I had to know what to do with the farm so I called him that evening.

During the past weeks, I had been feeding and taking care of the animals but I was no farmer. The animals had to go but, as he was part owner, both of us had to agree before anything could be done.

Thomas agreed the animals had to be sold and we had some time to decide what to do with the farm. He asked me if I needed any help but I rejected it and told him our father would help me.

The farm was cleared that week. All animals were sold and we went through Herman's belongings and only kept what seemed usable. I was crying a lot as I went through his personal belongings and I kept all of his pictures of his wife and son. I felt so terrible, I couldn't bring myself to get rid of them and left them where they were.

The farm was very old, but nice, and had a few stables and barns.

'With some investments, it could be a very nice home for a family,' I thought. I had the money but I wondered what I would do with such a big house and, besides, half of it belonged to Thomas.

'Maybe he would want to live there, with Melanie,' I thought, bitterly.

************

Thomas arrived early Saturday morning, this time without Melanie. It was a sunny day and the sky was a bright blue with little clouds passing by as we walked across the meadows leading to our farm

Buck was jumping around like a silly horse, flapping his feet as he chased the stick I threw and, although my heart felt heavy with Thomas beside me and the loss of Herman still poignant, I laughed and felt an odd feeling of happiness as if Thomas was finally where he belonged... at my side.

When we arrived at the porch, Buck was already curled up on his usual spot, though without Herman or his treats. Thomas and I sat on the bench and stared, for a while, over the endless meadows in front of us. I remembered the foxes, from months ago, and wondered how they were.

"Thomas, I'm so sorry," I whispered, almost silently.

He took my hand and looked at me.

"For what? I'm not mad at you."

"Why is it, then, I don't hear anything from you anymore?" I asked silently, swallowing a heavy lump.

Thomas stared into the distance for a while.

"Because I wanted you to have some space and peace of mind."

He halted for a few moments and looked at me.

"And because I'm confused."

"Confused? About what?"

I looked at him, pensively. I didn't understand anything about him anymore. What did he mean, he's confused? Thomas stood up and walked towards the stable.

"About my feelings, Floor!" he said, furiously, while he opened the door and walked inside.

I followed him into the stable, not understanding why he was so mad, and found him leaning against a low concrete wall, which once secured the cows, and I stood next to him.

"Feelings? For Melanie?" I asked him.

Thomas turned around and kicked a little pile of hay.

"Melanie and I...we separated months ago. We're not together anymore."

I had to restrain myself not to shout my question. "What?"

"Can't you hear me? It wasn't going to work. Not after that kiss!" Thomas spat at me, looking furious.

"What do you mean? Do you really blame me for your break up? Really, Thomas?" I shouted at him.

I walked out of the barn and slammed the door shut, almost hitting Thomas in the face as he was following me. I was so angry, I felt my whole body shaking!

"You know something, Thomas? In the past, I was always happy to see you but recently, I just wish you had never come home. I hate you!" I screamed in anger.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him.

"Hey, what are you doing man? Let me go!" I shouted at him and I hit his chest with all my strength.

"Do you really hate me?" He asked as he took my face between his hands.

Before I could answer, I felt his lips against mine. My breath halted and my heart missed a beat as I felt his tongue brushing my lips, he gently bit my lip and then he let me go. Startled, I stepped backwards and looked at him, furiously.

"Thomas, don't play with my feelings like this! You're devastating me!" I cried.

I turned around and ran across the fields to the duck decoy. Crying, I climbed the hill and collapsed on the bench, Buck had chased me as if we were playing a game.

A few moments later, I heard Thomas behind me.

"For god sakes, Floor! Please, talk to me!" he said, almost crying.

I stood up and tried to run away but Thomas grabbed my arm, turned me around and looked into my eyes.

"Thomas, you're hurting my feelings so bad! Please leave me alone," I cried.

"I know I'll never be yours, that you'll never love me the way I love you. I know I'm perverted, that it's sick to be in love with my own brother but that doesn't give you the right to hurt me, to play with my feelings and give me idle hope just to amuse yourself!"

Sobbing, I collapsed to the ground and cried passionately, covering my face with my hands.

"Floor, look at me!" Thomas demanded while he sat down with me and took my wrists in his hands

"Floor, I don't want to hurt you and I'm not playing with your feelings. Do you want to know what is really sick and perverted? A big brother who is so in love with his little sister that he sees no way out but to move out. An older brother who is so in love with his little sister that he is willing to hurt an outsider by giving her hope of a marriage, which would have been completely loveless because he cannot have his only love, the love of his life, his own baby sister. That's sick! That's me!"

Thomas cried while he spoke those words and I listened, breathlessly, as I looked into his eyes, seeing his tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Do you mean that?" I asked him softly.

Thomas nodded, put his arms around me and pulled me towards him. I melted against him and kissed his neck as I whispered into his ear.

"Oh, god, Thomas. I love you so very much!"

He softly caressed my back, turned his head to me and, as I looked into his eyes, he leaned over and kissed me. I opened my mouth, as our lips touched, and felt his tongue against mine. I pushed my body against his and caressed his back while our tongues found each other and his hands softly stroked my neck. It was better than I had ever dreamed, my Thomas was making love to me. After long moments, we broke our kiss and looked into each other's eyes.

"And now?" I asked him softly while I was still stroking his back.

"I don't know, Floor. All I know is that I love you," he said softly, unsure of himself

I felt the same, love but so unsure.

"I love you too, Thomas. I want to be yours," I whispered. Unable to look into his eyes, afraid to see rejection, Thomas caressed my face and, just before his lips touched mine, again, he whispered:

"I want to be yours, too."

************

During supper, I felt surreal. I didn't dare look at Thomas and he probably felt the same as our eyes never met each other.

"And have my young millionaires made an agreement about the farm, yet?" our father asked, jokingly.

"No, not yet," I said softly.

"Maybe we can fix it up and live there, together. It's big enough to house two families," Thomas suggested while looking at me.

My heart almost jumped out of my body as he said those words. It was brilliant! If Thomas really meant what he said earlier that afternoon, and he wanted to be mine, that was a believable story! Nobody had to know we loved each other, we'd just be sharing a big farm.

"Well, I don't think our Floor wants to leave us any time soon," our mum said, looking full of hope.

I was too excited to give her an answer as my heart was pounding between my ears. I knew, for sure, even the slightest movement would cause my head to explode into little pieces. As Thomas and I looked at each other, I could see in his eyes that he had meant what he had said.

"Well, Melanie and Floor seemed to get along fine," our father said helpfully, earning him a kick under the table from our mum.

"Oh. Well, about Melanie. We broke up," Thomas said, coyly. Our parents looked at each other.

"Oh, my, what a shame. She was such a nice girl, don't you think, Floor?"

I nodded, still numbed about the things that were happening around me. Thomas looked at me as he spoke.

"Anyway, we have to make some plans. I suggest we go to your room to discuss some things?"

Nobody noticed him wink at me, although I felt my heart skip a beat. I regained myself, realizing I had been staring like an idiot for some time.

"Yeah, that would be ok, I guess," I said while trying to sound as normal as I could while my heart was pounding as if it was trying to escape.

As mum started to clear the table, she looked at our father. "Maybe you can take me out tonight so the kids can make their plans without us interfering."

Our father nodded.

"Yeah, probably a good idea! If Floor is also moving out, we better get used to enjoying ourselves without our kids!" he grinned and winked at mum.

************

Around half past six, Thomas and I went to bid our parents farewell before they went out. Thomas was standing next to me by the window as we watched them leave. I didn't say a word as my heart was still trying to fight its way out of my chest.

Thoughts were racing through my head and I had trouble breathing, from anticipation. Then I felt his hand take mine and I looked up into his eyes.

"Come," he whispered softly.

He pulled my body against his and, immediately, I melted against him and laid my head against his chest. Neither of us said a word, I just listened to his heart and cherished his soft strokes over my back. After a while, I looked up into his eyes, at his smile and his tender lips.

"Kiss me, please," I whispered.

Thomas took my face between his hands and softly brushed his lips against mine. I moaned softly as I felt his tongue entering my mouth and I answered him. We kissed tenderly as our hands roamed over each other's bodies, softly caressing each other, as our tongues battled a sweet fight of passion.

The kiss seemed to last for ages, though when he pulled away from me and looked into my eyes, I missed him immediately. Gently, I continued to rub my body against his and felt his erection pressing against my belly. I wanted him so bad, all I could think of was having my big brother inside of me.

"Did you mean it when you said we could live together at the farm?" I whispered as he held my face between his hands.

"Yes, Floor, I want you with me. I want you!"

He softly stroked my cheeks with his thumbs as he looked deep into my eyes.

"I have been in love with you for so long."

I pulled my body even closer to his. "Oh god, I love you so very much! As far back as I can remember, I have been longing for you," I said as I felt a tear rolling over my cheeks.

Softly, he kissed my tear away and, as I felt his lips on mine, he lifted me into his arms and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I felt so protected and loved as he kissed me while he slowly carried me to my bedroom.

Gently, he sat me on my bed and sat next to me without saying anything, he just looked into my eyes and gently caressed my face.

"Please touch me," I whispered with a soft voice.

I softly mewed as I felt his hands on my neck, softly caressing my skin with his fingertips, traveling lower and lower until I felt him touching my breasts. My breath halted for a moment as he partly unbuttoned my shirt. He kissed me softly as his hand slid into my shirt and gently pulled down my bra straps, then the cups, and cupped my small breasts.

I moaned into his mouth as he took my nipples between his fingers, softly pinching them.

He gently pushed me onto my back, unbuttoned the rest of my shirt and removed my bra, leaving my little breasts bare until I lay half naked under his body, his hands on my bare skin and we kissed. I pulled on his shirt, trying to take it off, as I longed for his skin against mine.

"Please take it off," I whispered.

He rose a little, pulled his shirt over his head and looked at me. Suddenly, I felt insecure and tried to cover my small breasts but Thomas smiled, took my wrists and gently pulled my hands away from them.

"You're so beautiful, Floor...so beautiful!" he whispered as he bent and softly kissed my neck.

I felt his warm skin against my body and wrapped my arms around him as he kissed his way down. I moaned as I felt his tongue over my nipple and I caressed his head, burying my fingers in his hair as he sucked my hard nipple between his lips. My breath became shallow as he kissed my belly and I felt his fingers on the button of my trousers.

He hesitated for a moment and looked into my eyes.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asked, softly.

"Oh, god, yes!"

I moaned as I felt how he gently took off my trousers and panty. I was naked and I looked at him as he slowly kissed my belly, traveling lower and lower until I felt his tongue softly lapping my mons.

I could only moan and spread my legs as he gently licked the top of my cleft, just above my throbbing clit. I tilted my hips and took his head into my hands, pressing him softly between my legs, coercing him, begging him.

I felt his tongue over my labia and then he entered me. I grunted as I felt his tongue lapping my folds, probing inside of me as my fluids gushed over his face and I started rubbing myself against his face, pushing him inside of me, my juices covering his face.

"Oh god! Oh!" I cried.

I felt my juices flow as he took my clit between his lips and softly licked me while his finger slowly penetrated my tight hole and drank me as I grunted and rubbed myself against him, forcing my clit against his nose and gyrating my hips.

Bolts of lightning traveled through my body as he gently finger fucked me and sucked on my clit, causing me to scream as I started convulsing, spasmodically pushing myself against him and, as I came, I cried his name and tried to force him inside of me, deep into my virginity.

"Oh, sweet god!" I giggled. As he crawled beside me, softly caressing my bare skin, I was still shivering from my orgasm and looking into his eyes.

"Oh, god, that was good!" I panted.

"You're heaven, Floor...so delicate!"

He kissed me and I tasted myself on his lips as I furiously returned his kiss, pressing my naked body against his, longing for him inside of me.

"Please fuck me!" I moaned into his ear.

He softly kissed me and gently kneaded my small breasts as his other hand was between my legs, playing with my folds, opening me and carefully caressing my dripping entrance. I looked at him as he unbuttoned his trousers and took them, and his underwear, off.

My breath halted as I saw his dick.

"Oh, god!" I could only whisper as I marveled about his thick, throbbing dick.

"I'll be gentle," he whispered.

I shivered and spread myself for him as he kneeled between my legs so I could watch as he slowly stroked his erection to full hardness before he pushed its large glans between my wet folds, softly moving it up and down, wetting himself with my fluids that were running between my buttocks and onto my sheets, puddling into a large spot of my wetness.

"Fuck me! Fuck your baby sister!" I moaned.

Then I felt him gently enter me, forcing my small labia open and stretching my opening.

"Oh, god!" I gasped as I felt a sharp pain in my underbelly.

"Am I hurting you?" he said as he pulled out of me.

"Yes, but I want it. Fuck me!" I panted as I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled myself up, forcing his erection against my throbbing opening. I slid my hand between us and took his thick erection into my hand, guiding him into me. I looked into his eyes.

"Fuck me! Rape your baby sister! Make me scream!" I panted as I felt his glans stretching me again.

I moaned loudly as I felt him entering me, stretching my virginity as he slid deeper and deeper into me. I screamed his name as he forced himself into me and I started shaking uncontrollably.

Inch by inch I felt him filling me, stretching my tiny, dripping hole with his large erection deep inside of my belly, his glans rubbing against my fertile womb.