He and I, Home Again Pt. 02

"Don't look so scared, I won't bite!"

Only in my dreams, I added to myself. Her welcoming smile is gone, her surprised expression, as I walk away from her, is interesting but she clearly looks pissed. Her whole posture is telling me to back off, stay away from her and yet her eyes, at first, told me the reason my jeans have gotten rather tight...she is as gorgeous as ever. I have kept in touch with her since she added me to her Instagram account and am used to her current look but, damn, she is so much better in the flesh.

Wow, seven years! I know how long it has been, I have made sure of it and am always travelling so I rarely have to make excuses for missing a graduation, family reunion and so on. All because I allowed my dick to do the thinking all those years ago. She was the prettiest, by far, that day. All the boys around me had commented...not only was she the kind of girl their mammas would have welcomed with open arms but, also, they had secretly fantasised about her through junior and senior year.

She is something else, my sister, `my little one'. At first, the pet name annoyed her - short girl problems and all - until I used it one day when I was consoling her. Closing my eyes for one brief second, I remembered how she had felt... smooth, warm and welcoming. I had been having sexual fantasies for a while. But her body against mine had made me very aware of the fact she wasn't my sister. I had plenty of dry orgasms...but that night...

That night, for the first time, I jerked myself off thinking about her, about having my cock inside her wet pussy but I knew that was wrong and I never was as available to play after that...other than once or twice to torture myself but I knew better. I was the big brother and started experimenting with every girl who would let me, young and old. I chuckled as I remembered some of them.

"What are you laughing about?" Her voice made me come out of my reverie.

"Nothing much little one...only how Francesca's mum was always trying to get me to stay over for dinner."

Damn!! Why did I call her "little one"? Looking at her, I realise it has helped her relax a little so I decide to carry on and pick up my bag and head for the stairs.

"I'll be in my room for a bit but then, if it's ok with you, I think we need to talk."

I leave her there...look who is gaping now, I think to myself. Her mouth was open...those lips, damn, time to hit the cold shower...and stat!!

Once in my room, I close the door, throw my clothes on the floor and enter the shower. I am hard and aroused and resign myself to jerk off to the memories of that day seven years ago. As I rub my cock, I close my eyes and fantasise about her joining me in the shower, having taken my use of her favourite pet name as an invitation. I can picture her naked body, her glorious breasts and ass.

I imagine pinning her against the shower wall, one leg lifted, plunging my cock into, what was bound to be, a very wet pussy. Her tight walls engulfing my length, tightening around me and, when this position made her cum once, I would spin her around, hold her hands flat against the wall, ass up, doggy style and fuck her from behind. This is when I begin fucking my hand, I am close and ready to cum and with my eyes still closed, I imagine her asking for more, begging for speed and roughness.

I would bite her neck and shoulders, slap her ass and thrust harder and deeper with each thrust. Release came and I know I had not cum this hard and this fast in a while. This stay is going to be tough. We are not kids anymore, nor freshmen at college. But no matter how badly I want to, I cannot fuck my sister.

------------------

I am doomed. Why was he here? How I am going to cope with it? Fuck he looks hot.

"Shut up" I held my head in my hands and began taking long deep breaths, calming herself.

I was angry at him for being away for seven years. For refusing to talk about what had been the result of a day in the sun, too much alcohol and hormones.

My older brother had just completely erased me from his life, granted he wished me a happy birthday and sent greetings when needed, the closest he got to getting in touch with was when he accepted my Instagram request. But who knew if he ever checked it. He never liked or commented on any of the pictures. I wasn't a professional photographer like him but still.

In the kitchen I found myself some little jobs and kept busy. Thinking about him in the shower right now was the last thing I wanted to do.

Would he take a cold shower? But the bulge in his trousers would need some attention of some sort.

I close my eyes and think of the first time my boyfriend in college had let me experiment with his cock. We had been sharing a bed for the first time, our friends had rented a small house down the coast and since it was mostly couples, the issue of bed allocation had quickly been sorted.

That first evening we all drank too much and crashed into bed drunk but the next morning I woke up early and found him staring at me. With one look I knew where this was heading and swiftly removed my nightgown. He began touching my breasts. Sucked on my nipples and he asked me to do the same to him. They were hard alright, but so was his cock.

"Do you want me to suck on that too?" I could not believe I had the nerve to ask that. He knew I was a virgin and respected my innocence. He had always been the one instigating things and testing my boundaries. But that morning, he simply nodded and lied back down, arms folded behind his head, eyes on the ceiling fan. So I positioned myself between his legs and began...experimenting. If a girl can't do that in college, then when? right?

A+ for effort and application I was told.

After what felt like an eternity, my showered brother appeared in the kitchen and asked if there was any food. Read : make me something please.

"I'm famished" he looked so slim, so different from his uni days.

"Let me make you a sandwich, you could do with some fattening up," I said without a trace of humour in my voice. I prepared him a plate in silence. His eyes on me the whole time. Once done I placed it in front of him before opening a couple of beers for us.

"So...big brother, what can I do for you? How can I help?" I asked as he decided to start drinking his beer. And he nearly choked and spat out what had been in his mouth.

"Great" I said getting up to clean up the mess "That's some skills you've got". His eyes smiled for the first time and we both erupted in laughter. I was still laughing when I sat back on my chair. "

"So" I said smiling back at him and feeling at ease again "Do you think mum and dad staged an intervention?"

"Kate must have double checked with my PA at least five times that I would be home this week. So my guess is she had something in mind." He had started calling our parents by their Christian names a few years back. They had been hurt at first but had been warned adopted children may feel the need to do that. But that it would be temporary. Six years didn't seem temporary.

"Well then I'm glad they did," I said sincerely "It's been a while. I was beginning to wonder if we'd recognise each other in the street."

"You post enough selfies on that Instagram account of yours" he said as he grabbed his beer "Plus you haven't changed all that much". As he drank his beer I felt his eyes scrutinising my body. And my big brother was lying. We may not come from the same womb...but I knew his well enough.

"Yeah right. Well it's nice to see you" getting up, I walked to the stairs, "and maybe I'll see you by the pool in like..." looking at the clock on the wall "ten minutes? I know it's getting late but I could do with a swim. You said you wanted to talk and I want to swim. Both can be achieved easily" he nodded and I went to my room to get changed. I had a strapless bikini I could wear.

A red one.

Let's see if if it's true that I haven't changed all that much.