I Keep Reaching Ch. 01

I could feel my body heating up and my pulse quickening. How did I not notice how beautiful she was? I asked myself. Clearly I had missed a lot during my nearly two years of sparse visits while I was at college. She was simply stunning. I couldn't help but undress her with my mind; imagining her in her bra and underwear, her long auburn hair loose and flowing down her back.

I was not an overly-sexual person. Although not a virgin, I'd only had two girlfriends and both relationships were short ones. Mostly I shy away from relationships, relying more on one night stands and masturbation to deal with my sexual needs.

This, however, did not explain my sudden lust for Chloe. Snapping back to reality, I noticed my mouth was wide open and I quickly shut it and turned to my monitor, as if to finish up what I was doing. After confirming that the screen was still blank, I set out to find my wallet and keys. I quickly reasoned that these feelings were just a result of how busy I'd been over the past few days.

"Alright, let's go!" I said, "I'm starving!"

I quickly gathered my things and made my way to my car, Chloe following close behind. As we climbed into the car, I immediately realized that my behaviour had changed around Chloe. I no longer felt like I was casually getting in the car to pick up some food with Chloe like we'd done many times before. Instead, I felt uneasy and shy.

As we finally pulled out of the driveway and started making our way through the neighborhood, I said, "Chloe, you look incredible. You're gorgeous, you know that?"

She uttered a quiet "thank you" and stared out the passenger window.

As we pulled into the familiar Chinese fast-food restaurant parking lot, I made my way through the drive through.

"I'm getting a bowl of broccoli beef with a side of rice, what would you like?" I asked.

"Yuck. I have no idea how you can stand that," she answered. "I'll just eat some of your rice, I'm really not that hungry."

Smiling at her, I became more comfortable---that was the Chloe I was used to.

Pulling up to the intercom, I ordered my meal as well as an extra side of rice.

A few minutes later, I payed for the order and drove around the building and found a parking spot. I quickly dove into the bag to find my food and handed Chloe the small container of rice and one of the utensil bags.

After a dozen bites of the Chinese food, I started to become more comfortable being near Chloe again. Regaining my confidence, I spoke up.

"I know you don't want to talk about what happened, but you can talk to me."

Chloe had only taken a few bites of the rice and had already closed the container that now sat in one of the cup holders between us. She rolled down the passenger window and stared off.

"I'm sorry Erik, I wouldn't know where to start. I just feel so helpless; I don't want to do anything. It's too hard to explain. You wouldn't understand."

I was scooping up the last bite and shoving the food into my mouth as she trailed off. Little did she know, I did understand, at least I thought I did.

"Everyone feels like that, Chloe, to some capacity. I once went an entire week laying in bed feigning illness. The truth was, I just didn't want to do anything. I was tired of the constant grind: the long tiring practices, the early morning classes, the bland cafeteria food. It just didn't interest me any longer."

As I went on, she continued to stare out the window at the cars driving by on the interstate.

"I was perfectly happy to lay there in my self-misery until Robert realized what was going on and pulled me back. He skipped his evening classes and we just hung out. We got hammered that night, but I went to class the next morning."

Chloe was aware that I had a roommate in college, Robert.

"I know it's not the same thing, but I can relate and I do understand. It took a drunken night playing video games with Robert to pull me out of my funk."

Chloe glanced at me and rolled her eyes. "It's not the same thing," she said.

"I know, but it's similar. And on those mornings when I wake up and start to feel bad for myself, I think of Robert and his situation. He doesn't have any family and gets by purely on student loans and grants. I don't know how he does it, but if he's strong enough to let me lean on him in my moment of weakness then the least I can do is give it my best try."

Chloe said nothing. Instead, she rolled up the window and stared forward, as if to signal that the conversation was over and she was ready to go.

I picked up her leftover container of rice and my empty plate and stuffed them into the to-go bag. I fired the car back up and started pulling out of the parking lot.

"You just need someone to--" I started, but was quickly interrupted.

"It's not the same thing!" Chloe shouted, frightening me.

"Okay, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you." I said, flustered.

Clearly I misjudged things and made a critically wrong assessment. I silently scolded myself; this was a delicate subject and in my haste to come to conclusions, I clearly upset her.

"I'm really sorry, I'm just trying to help. I'll shut up."

I put the car into gear and made my way out of the parking lot. My mom explained where to meet the doctor and we quickly found ourselves back on the highway.

Shortly after putting the car into cruise control, I felt a soft hand rest on top of mine on the center console between the two seats. I smiled at Chloe, briefly, before accepting her hand and returning my attention to the road. We traveled like this the remainder of the trip.

The meeting with the doctor was mostly uneventful. As my father had mentioned the night before, she didn't ingest the majority of the pills and was fine. The blood tests confirmed this to be true and the doctor handed us a list of suggested psychiatrists and rushed us out of his office. I was alarmed at his lack of compassion but was happy to get back on the road.

We drove straight home, our fingers tightly knitted together the whole way there.

As we pulled into the driveway, Chloe said, "God, I don't want to talk to Mom and Dad. They're just gonna bombard me with question after question. That's the last thing I want."

"Well, we can sneak through the back door if you like. I do it sometimes when I come home really late at night and don't want to wake anyone up. I'm kind of an expert at moving around silently," I explained.

"Okay," she almost whispered. I saw a familiar glint of joy in her facial expression. Whether it was real progression on her psyche or not, I took it as a sign of hope--a light at the end of the tunnel.

Trying to keep her mind occupied, I asked, "Can you get the bag?"

"Sure.." she responded, a hint of confusion in her voice.

I handed her the bag of leftover Chinese food and quickly exited the car and circled around to the passenger door and opened her door before she had a chance to. I extended my hand for hers and she gracefully handed me the bag of leftovers. Giggling, she pulled herself out of the car.

I motioned for her to be quiet and to follow me. We silently made our way past the backyard gate and to the back porch. I tested the doorknob to see if it was locked. After discovering it was, I pulled out my key and carefully unlocked the deadbolt above the doorknob. Easing the door knob, I eventually stepped into the kitchen. Leaving the door slightly cracked open for vision, Chloe waited on the back porch while I eased my way towards the edge of the kitchen to peak into the living room for signs of life.

"Is that you, Erik?" I heard my mom say from the living room.

"Uhh, yeah. We came in through the back because I, uhh, forgot my key," I explained, hoping they would buy my story. There was a hidden key in the backyard for such occasions so it wasn't completely unreasonable.

Behind me, I heard the back door close and Chloe's laughter.

"God, you're such a dork!" she said, still laughing at me.

As we stood in front of the staircase preparing to go upstairs, my mom asked, "Well, how did it go?"

"It went great Mom. Clean bill of health. Sorry to be short with you, but I need to show Chloe something upstairs and it's very time sensitive," I explained, not even believing my own words as they spilled out of my mouth. I grabbed Chloe's hand and quickly ran upstairs with her following close behind.

"Wait!" I heard during the clutter of our footsteps. We ignored them and made our way into her room.

"What was that all about?" Chloe asked after we closed the door.

"I just figured you would want some privacy so I made up an excuse. I don't actually have anything to show you," I explained.

She smiled. She leaned into me and kissed my cheek.

"Thank you, that was sweet."

I smiled warmly back at her and said "Well, I'll leave you to your thoughts then."

As I reached for the doorknob, she grabbed my hand.

"No, stay with me. Please. Let's watch some movies."

It was unusual for her to go out of her way to spend time with me. Recently, anyway, our interactions were limited to little more than family meals and holidays.

"Okay."

Chloe rushed to her collection of movies and after finding something suitable, she slid it into the blu-ray player. Afterwards, we climbed onto her small twin sized bed as we had before, hand in hand.

A Nightmare on Elm Street 2 began playing, I recognized. Although I had already seen the original when I watched it before in this very room, this one was new to me. Deeply engaged, I watched the whole movie with a sharp gaze of interest; reacting to the violence with appropriate 'oohs' and 'ahhs.'

About halfway into the movie, our mother cracked open the door and poked her head in. I instinctively freed my hand from Chloe's. There's nothing wrong with holding hands, why did I do that? I rhetorically asked myself. Holding hands was a common occurrence between us a few short years ago. I reprimanded my silliness and reached for her hand again. She accepted it.

"Hey, can I come in?" our mother asked.

Not waiting for an answer, she entered the room and quietly closed the door behind her, careful not to disturb our movie.

"Can you pause it?" she whispered.

Chloe, with her free left hand, reached for the remote sitting on her windowsill and quickly paused the movie. My mother flipped the light switch on and turned to us.

"Sorry to disturb your movie, but can you explain what the doctor told you?" she asked.

Remembering Chloe's disinterest in the current subject, I spoke up.

"Sure, Mom. The doctor said she was fine but that she should drink plenty of water and take it easy the next few days. Don't worry about what happened, I made it clear that I won't allow it to happen again."

My mother smiled and I noticed Chloe's hand on mine gripping tighter.

"It feels me to happy to see you two spending time together like you used to. You used to be so close. I hope you two can spend more time together."

She turned and flipped the light back off. The light fixture added a glare to the TV so I was glad to see her turn the light back off. Then, she turned to us again and gave us another smile before leaving the room.

Chloe studied the remote briefly and resumed the movie. Afterwards, however, instead of laying her head onto the heap of pillows like before, she leaned over me and rested her head on my chest, her arms hugging my upper torso. I reached an arm around her shoulder and rubbed her arm over her blouse.

As the movie played on, I could only focus on Chloe and her sudden affection for me. I felt irresponsible for not paying more attention to her; for not being there for her. As her older brother, it was one of my responsibilities to watch over her and keep her safe. Whatever caused this turmoil she was going through could have been prevented, and it was my fault for letting it happen. I resolved right then and there that I would never fail her again.

We embraced each other like this for the remainder of the movie. These thoughts of protectiveness running through my mind, I studied the back of her head as if to decipher some missing piece of the puzzle that I failed to catch due to my absence.

Resolving that I simply didn't know and it wasn't in her nature to open up to people, I again felt the seeds of arousal building within my groin. I focused on the girl in front of me that needed her older brother and tried to push these thoughts to the back of my mind. A failed task, however, as I couldn't help but feel the soft pressure of her breasts against my chest.

My left arm that was wrapped around her had slid down her arms and rested on her side, my fingers on top of her flat belly. Without even realizing it, my hand had made its way below her already rising blouse and was drawing small circles around her belly button.

The movie ended before I even realized it was almost over. As the credits began to run down the screen, neither one of us made an effort to move from the bed. Time seemed to stand still as I held Chloe in my arms with her resting on my chest. Eventually, the blue hue from the blu ray player home screen filled the room and still I held her.

"Don't stop tickling me," she said. I could hear the grogginess in her voice indicating she had likely fallen asleep resting on my chest.

I didn't even realize I had stopped but quickly resumed where I left off. I leaned my cheek onto the top of her head and breathed in the smell of watermelon and mint. Spearmint, I now recognized. The lust inside me grew stronger and I could feel the barriers in my mind faltering. I couldn't help but glance down at the generous cleavage I was awarded from this angle. I could easily make out the sizable lumps of flesh within her black lace bra.

I dropped the facade of simply tickling her belly and began making broad strokes with the palm of my hand from her exposed side to her flat belly. Her skin was so smooth. Feeling empowered, I began to make even wider strokes, my thumb grazing the bottom of her bra.

I felt her leg drape over mine. Looking down, I could see her skirt had started to fold in on itself, exposing half of her upper leg. Her pale skin looked so soft. My eyes drank in the sight before me: her prominent chest sitting under a thin blouse, her exposed belly and her long legs. She was undeniably sexy.

"I should put on a new movie," I uttered.

I scooted back from my prone position and sat with my back to the pillows and headboard. My sudden movement caused her to shift slightly as well, her left hand now supporting her while she continued to lean into me.

With my right hand, I gently brushed the exposed side of her face. She lifted her head and gazed into my eyes. I held her cheek and gently rubbed her with my thumb. She stared at me lovingly and leaned into my hand. With my other hand, I carefully positioned a small lock of dark hair behind her ear. As my finger slid across her skin, her eyes closed and a small, yet warm smile formed on her lips. I imagined it was the type of smile you would involuntarily make after waking up, fully rested, to the soft hum of your favorite music and the smell of your favorite food.

The barriers in my mind were now completely stomped and battered. She was so naturally beautiful in such a carefree way; her simple movements exemplifying angel-like qualities. My heart skipped a beat as her piercing hazel eyes opened again and stared into mine.

Emboldened, I leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips then pulled away, still only inches from her lips.

She took a sharp intake of breath through her nose and stared at me longingly. "More," was all she said.

Immediately after, her hands found the back of my neck and she pulled herself towards me and straddled my lap. My hands slid down her back, resting on the now exposed skin of her lower back.

All my inhibitions were now gone. I wanted this girl regardless of my conscious brain insisting I shouldn't, but I wasn't going to make the first move. Gentle kisses notwithstanding. I looked up at her and waited.

I didn't have to wait long as moments later she turned her head and attacked my mouth. Her open mouth met with mine and I opened my mouth in response. Her soft lips lingered on mine for a long time before she probed my lips with her tongue, which I met it willingly with mine. She moaned as her tongue continued to invade my mouth. We fed on each other's mouths relentlessly, my hands massaging the flesh of her lower back.

My pulse thundering, I reached my hands under her skirt, which was now rolled up entirely to her waist. Which each hand, I gripped her ass and began to knead the soft flesh, pulling her closer to me.

We broke off the kiss, briefly, to catch our breaths.

"I feel so close to you," she said between quick breaths.

I took this brief intermission to try to remedy the uncomfortable position my now throbbing erection was in. Without thinking, I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them to my knees and positioned my erection under the waistband of my boxers. It was now completely exposed, save for the few inches that were still under my boxers.

"I'm sorry, it was starting to hurt," I explained.

Now completely consumed by passion for my sister, I gripped her ass under her panties and started gliding her over my hard cock. Her skirt was now almost completely inverted so the only barrier between our two sexual organs was her thin layer of panties. Continuing to massage her firm ass cheek with one hand, I ran my other hand down her leg, sliding a finger down her crack. My finger found her rosebud and I drew circles around the edges.

Chloe moaned and soon I was no longer moving her with my hands as she was gliding up and down on her own. She leaned back, supporting herself with her hands which were resting near my knees, and started gyrating faster.

In this position, her large breasts bounced alluringly on her chest as she continued to slide up and down my hard cock. My cock was now leaking pre-cum like a water faucet.

The room was filled with the sounds of her small wooden bed creaking wildly.

Reluctantly, I lifted my hands from her round ass and grabbed the bottom of her blouse and pulled it above her chest. Chloe reached behind her back and unclasped the bra, freeing her breasts, before tossing it onto the floor.

Her large, firm breasts now on full display, I could only briefly drink in how lovely they were before she leaned forward and once again attacked my mouth. She lightly ran her tongue across my teeth before meeting my tongue. She lured my tongue behind her lips and breathed air from my lungs. Behind her, she grabbed my hands and placed them back on her ass.

She continued to slide up and down my cock and I could feel her juices running over my cock and dampening my boxers.

She moaned into my mouth as I once again began rimming her asshole with my middle finger. Feeling adventurous, I plunged the first inch or two of my finger into her back door.

Breaking our wet kiss, she pulled back abruptly. Again, I got a good look at her impressive chest. Her pink nipples and medium sized areolas were almost the same color as the surrounding skin.

"Oh, God! I'm coming!" she nearly yelled. Her bedroom being upstairs and on the other side of the house, I wasn't too concerned of our parents hearing her, but she was quite loud.

With my finger still inside her, I leaned forward and grabbed a large handful of her left breast with my free hand and was amazed at how firm it was. I ran her small nipple between my thumb and index finger.

"Don't stop!" she again yelled. I started to become slightly concerned with her carelessness but was no less to blame as I immediately withdrew my other hand and grabbed her right breast and began tweaking both nipples at once.

She gasped and shook from the sudden overload of pleasure and briefly stopped gyrating her hips.