High Expectations Ch. 05

He shut up. He just stared at me. I tried my best not to limp, but I still lacked balance. I walked to him and managed to tip forward. He caught me, standing up and putting his arms out. I fell into his chest and put my hands near his shoulders. I looked up at him and he wrapped one arm behind my waist and the other around my shoulders.

"Julie, I don't know about this."

"About what?"

Now it was his turn to blush. I was warm all over and I wished I'd had more experience. I had no idea what to do.

"You're my sister."

"Yes, I am."

He rolled his eyes. "That's not usually a selling point for relationships."

"Wouldn't that depend on the type of relationship?"

He shook his head. "I forgot how much you like to argue."

"Who's arguing?"

"Look," he said, stepping back just a few inches but keeping his hands on me, "watching you last night was hot. It was very hot. And the movie was hot, too. But that should be where it ends, shouldn't it? It shouldn't have happened in the first place. I don't know what got into me."

"Mark..."

"No," he said, easing himself out of the embrace. "I can't. We can't. It's not right."

"Who says?"

"Every law book in the country?"

"I think that's about marriage. And I don't want to get married."

"What DO you want?"

I sat on the edge of the bed and let the robe open, revealing my shirt and bare legs. His eyes slid down then came back up o rest on mine. What did I want? I wanted a lot of things. I wanted to understand. And I knew I shouldn't want to touch him. Or want him to touch me.

But I did.

Right or wrong, I did.

"I want to see what you feel like."

He licked his lips but shook his head again. "We can't."

"Why not?"

"Because you're my little sister. I'm supposed to take care of you."

"You can take care of me. You can show me what all of the fuss is about."

"What do you mean?"

"I never had sex with anyone. I gave one blow job. And I never wanted to touch anyone or have them touch me. I don't know why."

"So, you're seriously a virgin? Like, completely?"

"Yes."

"Because you didn't want anyone to touch you?"

"Yes."

"What's different now?"

"You're my big brother. I know you care about me. I know you want to take care of me. And I think I was waiting because I never found a guy that was enough like you."

He knelt on the floor in front of me, touching the edge of the robe. He looked up at me, his eyes wide. I reached down for him and he took my hand. I pulled him to a standing position and he stood looking down at me. I slid the robe off of my shoulders and he backed up.

"Don't..."

"Why?"

"Because then I'll want to take the other clothes off, too."

My heart sped up. I'd heard similar lines over the years, but they had only annoyed or even repulsed me. "Then, take yours off," I said, before I could stop myself.

"Why?"

He grinned at me. He pulled his shirt up and over his head, revealing his bare chest and stomach. I'd seen it a million times before. But it looked different to me now. It wasn't all rigid or smooth, and I wasn't a waxed, hairless expanse. There were tufts of chest hair around his nipples and down his stomach. His stomach wasn't hard, but it wasn't soft either. It looked like any number of men's chests and stomach. But I didn't care about theirs.

"Do you want me to take mine off?" I said, reaching for the bottom of my own shirt. He frowned and blocked my hands.

"No. Not yet."

I was going to protest but he didn't give me the chance. He leaned forward and caught my chin with his free hand. He tilted my head and kissed me. This time he wasn't hesitant. He slid his tongue between my lips and moved it back and forth along mine. He leaned forward and I allowed myself to be pushed onto my back. He straddled my hips, still kissing me.

I reached up and slid my fingers in his hair. He let out a low moan and pulled back a few inches.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing. But I don't trust myself if I get you out of your clothes."

"But..."

"No buts," he said, grinning again. "Listen to your big brother."

He slid his hand up and over my shirt, lightly grazing my nipple. Now it was my turn to moan. He repeated the motion with his other hand. I had no idea it could feel this good, just to have someone touch me through a shirt.

I touched his back and tried to pull him closer. He straightened up, his eyebrows crinkled up again.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't want to do anything you'll regret later."

"I won't."

He licked his lips and cocked his head to the side. That had always reminded me of our old beagle but somehow it didn't look silly this time. "You said you've given a blowjob before?"

"Yes."

"Did you like it?"

"No. It made me gag and it was really hot and sticky."

"What if I just take off my pants and you can... Explore my body. Basically you can just do whatever you want."

"Okay."

"But your clothes stay on."

I wanted to pout or stamp my foot. But I didn't. I wanted to see him naked too much to risk it.

"Fine."

He stood up and unbuckled his belt. He dropped his pants to the ground, revealing a pair of plaid boxer shorts. He kicked off his shoes and socks and pulled down the covers on the other bed. He sat at the edge and beckoned me over. I got up and stood in front of him.

"Take my boxers off," he said. "Then I'll know you really want to do this."

I bent over and slid them down. He lifted his hips to let me pull them off completely. His cock was sticking straight up in the air and was hard as a rock. He laid back and spread his arms. "Go ahead," he said. "You said you were curious."

I climbed on the bed and knelt between his legs. I touched his thighs, enjoying the crinkly hairs. I touched his stomach, tracing the line of hair between his navel and his pelvis. Finally, I touched his cock.

He sucked in his breath and his eyes snapped open. I met his gaze and he said, "Don't do anything you don' want to do, Julie."

"I won't."

I wrapped my hand around his cock and started stroking it up and down. I got closer to it, prepared for the overpowering smell. Thankfully, his scent was very different. I watched the head as I stroked, loving the way it moved with my rhythm. A few drops of liquid popped out and I thought about how his cum had tasted the night before.

I leaned down and kissed the head, making him gasp and clench his fists on the sheets. I watched him as he watched me. I licked the area under the head and ended up with the very tip in my mouth. He was breathing heavily and he started moving his hips up and down.

I got a better grip on his cock and slid my mouth over the head. I watched his eyes as I started sucking. It was so much different than it had been with my ex-boyfriend. Mark wasn't grabbing my hair or holding my head in place. He wasn't shoving it down my throat. And he wasn't making weird animal noises.

"Julie, I'm gonna cum."

"Okay," I said, my mouth still around his cock.

"No, I'm gonna cum," he moaned. "If you don't want it in your mouth..."

"I told you to shut up, remember?" I said. "So shut up and cum in your sister's mouth."

"Oh Christ, here it comes..."

And he did. He let out a low cry and his hips flexed upwards, but he didn't choke me. The liquid was warm and sticky, but it tasted good.

It tasted right.

I swallowed most of it, but a small dribble was on my chin. He sat up and smiled. He cupped my face and ran his thumb over my chin, wiping it away.

"Was that okay?" I asked.

"No. It wasn't okay. It was phenomenal."

I smiled. His cock was deflating like a balloon but I still wanted to touch it.

"Do you trust me?" he asked.

"Of course."

"Lie down. It's my turn."

I did what he asked. As we passed each other while changing positions, we kissed again. His tongue touched mine and I knew he was getting a taste of his own cum. But he didn't seem to mind.

He sat between my legs and put his hand on my thighs.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"You'll see. Just stay still."