I Keep Reaching Ch. 03

We french kissed for close to thirty seconds before she abruptly pulled away, panting, and started pulling her clothing back over her chest and belly.

I watched, regretfully, as her incredible tits disappeared under her bra and shirt.

Christ! She's so beautiful! I thought to myself. "Why would I want Anna when I have you?" I asked. "You're perfect."

Chloe smiled. "Thank you. I guess I went a little overboard there," she giggled adorably. "We should go back out there, Anna is waiting for us."

"It's gonna take a little while for me to calm down," I said pointing at the bulge in my pants.

Chloe gave me a mischievous grin and flipped on the fan switch next to the light switch. The large rectangular intake fan above the toilet started roaring.

She moved across the room and I watched as she got down on her knees and started pulling down my shorts.

"Let's make this quick, okay?" she teased as she fished around my boxers for my dick before pulling it out and immediately engulfing the head of my cock between her lips.

"Holy shit," I moaned as she impaled her wet mouth with the first three inches of my cock. She gripped the base with both hands and worked me in and out of her, over and over. I knew I wasn't going to last long.

I blissfully enjoyed her cocksucking for another thirty seconds before she moved her hands and tried to take as much of me as she could. I could feel the edge of her throat as she let out a small gag before her throat opened and she pushed her lips to my pelvis. She had taken all of me. She held the position for another four or five seconds before pulling out.

"Don't stop, Chloe, I'm nearly there," I panted.

With her left hand holding the base of my cock, she started jerking her right hand up and down the length of my shaft while she licked the head of my cock between her lips.

"Fuck yeah, that's it; don't stop!" I moaned.

She moved her right hand and returned to devouring my cock over and over again and I exploded in her mouth. I couldn't help it. Her eyes went wide and she paused for a moment before gulping my first wave of cum. She returned to sucking me, this time slowly, drawing out my cum as it continued to erupt. She continued to suck me for a long time after I finished. After she was satisfied I was completely spent, she pulled me out of her mouth and stood up.

"That should take care of it," she said.

"God, I love you," I said as I pushed my deflating cock back into my pants and zipped them up.

She just smiled and started washing her hands in the sink.

"Seriously, Chloe. If we're doing this -- you and me doing this -- then you have nothing to worry about."

"I know," Chloe said. "But I think Anna has a crush on you. I guess I just got a bit jealous when she kissed you."

"I'll tell her to get lost!"

Chloe dried her hands and turned to face me, chuckling. "No, don't do that. Let her down easy if you have to. We can't make it too obvious."

With that, Chloe left the bathroom and returned to the living room. I returned with her so it didn't seem suspicious.

We weren't gone for more than ten minutes but I still felt guilty as I returned to the living room and sat down in my mom's recliner. Anna was still sitting on the couch, just absentmindedly staring at her cell phone. I couldn't help but wonder if she knew what we were up to. There had been an empty room between us, two doors, and the sound of the bathroom fan concealing our incestuous fun, but it still bothered me.

"Wow, you guys sure had a lot to talk about. I hope it wasn't me!" Anna said with a nervous laugh. I couldn't help but feel bad for her; she clearly had a crush on me and went above and beyond the call of duty to make it painfully obvious to both Chloe and me.

"No, it was nothing. Just some family stuff," I told her.

"Oh! Should I leave?" Anna asked, looking at Chloe.

Before Chloe had a chance to respond, I said "I'm actually going to go upstairs and try to catch up on some TV shows I missed." There was a palpable, awkward tension between the three of us at this moment (or was it all in my head?) and I desired nothing more than to separate myself from this situation.

I stood up from the recliner and started for the staircase. "It was really nice meeting you, Anna."

"Wait!" Anna said as I passed her. "Give me your cell phone for a second."

Remembering Chloe's comment about not making it obvious, I reached into my pocket and handed Anna my phone. I watched as she inputted her contact information into my phone and mine into hers.

"Maybe you can give me a call sometime and we can hang out," she said with a warm smile.

I smiled back at her and bolted upstairs. Once I was in my room, I felt decidedly bad for Anna. Under any other circumstances and I would have jumped at the opportunity to see more of this cute girl, but with Chloe being a more intimate part of my life now, it was obviously not a good idea. There was no comparison, either, if it really came down to it.

I spent the better part of the afternoon locked up in my room, playing computer games and blaring music through my headphones. This was not uncommon behaviour for me -- I could spend entire days in a trance, just listening to music and clicking away at the computer screen. I was also terribly addicted to competitive video games, although I was mostly rubbish at them. It was the grind and steady improvement that motivated me. It was close to one in the afternoon when I felt the pangs of hunger and lurched from my cave to return to society.

I came downstairs and found my parents in the kitchen returning from their church event. They had several tupperware containers loaded with food.

"Oh Erik, there's plenty of leftovers if you're hungry," my mom said. "Is Chloe here?"

I honestly had no idea. "I don't know, I'll check."

It looked like potato salad and barbeque and I was anxious to eat but I rushed upstairs. The bathroom door was open with the light off so I went to Chloe's bedroom. Without knocking, I entered and found her room empty. Where'd she go? I wondered.

"She's not here, Mom," I said after coming back downstairs. It was just the two of us in the kitchen as Dad had moved into the living room. I grabbed a plate and started opening up the tupperware containers.

"I thought you guys were going to spend time together," Mom said.

"Yeah, I'm not sure where she went. Her friend, Anna, came over earlier this afternoon and we played some games but then I went upstairs. Want me to call her?"

"No, it's fine. She's probably just hanging out with Anna. How was she? Did she seem normal?" she asked.

I didn't realize it until now, but she did seem completely normal today. Not counting the encounter in the bathroom, of course. That was still very abnormal, even for me.

"Actually, yeah. She was much more lively today than she was yesterday."

"Oh, that's great. Don't bother her -- I'm sure they just went out for lunch or something."

I filled my plate with a couple barbeque sandwiches and a healthy lump of potato salad and sat down at the dinner table and started eating. While I was eating, curiosity got the better of me and I texted Chloe.

Erik: Hey, where are you?

I ate in solitude for ten minutes while I silently waited for her reply. After I finished eating, I ran my plate under some water in the sink then put it in the dishwasher.

Where the hell did she go? I wondered after going upstairs to my bedroom. Yesterday her existence was practically limited to the confounds of her bedroom; yet today, she was gone without even mentioning to me where she was going.

I sat at my computer and tried to not think about Chloe but I couldn't help it. It wasn't until about an hour later when I noticed my phone vibrate next to my keyboard. I instantly reached for it and recognized Anna's contact information.

Anna: Hey. I'm really glad you're in town.

It wasn't exactly what I was hoping to see, but she was with Chloe, so I responded.

Erik: Hey, you too. It was great meeting you.

Anna: Chloe seems to be in a better mood now that you're in the picture. She was in a serious funk over her boyfriend for a while, haha. It's too bad you're not here with us.

I could feel my heart jump into my throat. She has a boyfriend? What the fuck? It felt like my guts were turning inside out as I stared at her words.

Erik: Her boyfriend?

I could barely type the words and had to painstakingly correct both words multiple times.

Anna: Yeah, Nathan. We ran into him at the mall and ate lunch together. I'd invite you but we're actually leaving now. I'm driving so I'll ttyl! Bye!

I couldn't even bring myself to say goodbye to her. I always felt like saying goodbye in a text message was unwarranted but still, I usually at least said goodbye. My heart was pounding in my chest as I came to terms with the implications of her last message, however, and my mental state was not stable enough to carry on a conversation -- even the ending of one. She not only had a boyfriend but she still has a boyfriend. I leaned back in my computer chair and realized I was shivering. I had reached out to her and against my better judgement had become very intimate with her, and she had a boyfriend?

I knew I was being irrational but I couldn't help it. It was weird. In one way, our relationship started this weekend but in another way, it felt like our relationship had been an ongoing thing. She was my sister!

I had to take my mind off Chloe. It was gut wrenching, the realization that she had a boyfriend and didn't tell me. I tried to engross myself in my computer and it worked, to some extent. With my headphones on, I didn't even hear her come home when I saw my cell phone vibrate and light up.

Chloe: I'm home now. Come to my room.

I had no idea what I was going to say to her. I forced myself out of my chair and walked to her bedroom. I stood in front of her door for a moment and tried to calm down. I took several deep breaths but it wasn't working. Without knocking, I barged into her room and nearly slammed the door behind me.

"Where the hell were you?" I yelled.

Chloe was standing, startled by my sudden appearance, still wearing her pink tank top and white short shorts. Her silky long auburn hair was loose and fell over her back. She was facing a shelf on the south wall of her room that housed her collection of movies.

"I -- I.." Chloe stuttered. She stammered as I roughly grabbed her elbows at her sides before she had a chance to turn around.

"Anna says you have a boyfriend!? When were you planning on telling ME that?" I commanded.

"I'm sorry!" Chloe cried before bursting into tears. I was still standing behind her, holding her arms against her sides. I immediately let go of her elbows and backed away. This is my baby sister, what the hell am I doing? I thought to myself.

Chloe ran to her bed the moment I released her. She was sitting with her knees in the air and her back against the headboard of her bed. Her hands were wrapped around her face as she sobbed. I felt like an asshole. Moreover, I felt like a stupid, jealous idiot.

I didn't move, instead choosing to stand in the middle of the room. I had caused this and I didn't want to further upset her. "No, I'm sorry," I explained. "I should have never grabbed you like that; I was raised better than that."

"His name is Nathan," she said, wiping the tears off her cheeks. "He's not my boyfriend anymore, he never really was."

I was familiar with someone named Nathan that was in the same class as me in high school. He also played basketball but clearly didn't make it very far since he was still in our hometown. I didn't remember thinking anything being particularly 'off' about him but he wasn't part of my social circles.

"Oh," I said plainly. I felt terrible for being rough with her but now I was intrigued.

I stood, silently, for several moments until Chloe said, "Anna didn't know; I didn't know how to tell her. We were just shopping and we ran into him. Anna has met him a few times and recognized him. I didn't know what to do."

I felt the boulder slowing lifting from my chest but still needed to hear more. Still, I wasn't entirely sure if I was still welcome in her room. "Do you want me to leave?" I asked after a prolonged silence.

She shifted on her bed, slightly, and muttered, "No." Her lips trembled a little as she wiped a tear from her cheek.

"Come hold me," Chloe said, looking into my eyes.

I rushed to her bed and sat down next to her before wrapping an arm around her shoulder. "I'm so, so sorry, Chloe. I'm a stupid, jealous dumbass! Please don't hate me."

Chloe snuggled into the crook of my neck and said, calmly, "I don't hate you."

I held Chloe tight in my arms for a long time before saying, "Tell me about Nathan."

She was no longer crying, although her face was still speckled with tears.

"He's charming and handsome," she said, pulling away from me. Her arms wrapped around her knees. "He told me he loved me. He was my first real boyfriend. At least I thought he was."

"What happened?" I asked. I felt guilty for probing her but I still needed answers.

"I found out he already had a girlfriend. He was just using me!" Chloe said, her voice straining heavily towards the end. I tear ran down the side of her cheek and I brushed it off with my index finger.

"Hey. Don't let people get under your skin like that," I said. The hypocritical nature of my words was not lost on me as I relived how upset I was at learning Chloe had a boyfriend.

"The moment I found out, I told him I didn't want to see him anymore. I felt dirty. He was my first time. But he told me he loved me, he said he would break up with his girlfriend and start dating me. We got together a few times after I found out and I just feel like an idiot, now, because he never planned on breaking up with his girlfriend."

She said all of this very quickly and I listened intently.

"I couldn't believe I could do that to Samantha and I just felt like a stupid whore. Eventually I caught on and I told him I hated him and I never wanted to see him again."

'Samantha' was a name I recognized. This Nathan was definitely the one I knew from high school because he had been dating Samantha since middle school. I made a mental note to reach out to her and tell her that her boyfriend was a cheating scumbag.

Chloe turned towards me and leaned into the crook of my neck. "But..but.." she stuttered before she openly sobbed into my shoulder.

"What, Chloe? What did he do?" I begged as she cried into my shoulder.

"He threatened to tell people what kind of girl I was," Chloe said between sobs, "That I'm just a s-slut if...if I didn't keep seeing him."

My mind went blank as I held Chloe in my arms. I could feel my chest convulsing, threatening to explode. I was writhing with anger as I pulled from Chloe's embrace. The empty, blank feeling in my mind turned to a primordial anger and I wanted to kill this Nathan person.

"That mother fucker!" I yelled at the top of my lungs before pacing erratically around her room.

"Shh! Calm down!" Chloe begged in a low voice.

"How am I supposed to be calm?" I asked seriously, still fuming with anger.

I was sitting down on the edge of the bed with Chloe's arms draped over me as she continued to try to calm me down when our dad suddenly walked into the room.

"What's going on here? Why were you yelling, Erik?" he asked. He was noticeably groggy, probably from his afternoon nap.

My father was an impressive figure to put it lightly. He was just as tall as I was, except he was much bulkier than I was. Growing up, he usually played the 'punisher' role in my parents' relationship and was very good at it. Even though I was just as tall as him, I still felt like a little boy when he raised his voice. He was never physical with Chloe or me but his large bulky frame and deep angry voice was all that it took to instill dread in both of us--so much so that even threatening to "tell Dad" was frightening, even now, with his hair greying and his muscular frame getting thicker with age.

"I'm sorry I raised my voice, Dad," was all I said.

"Some people are trying to sleep down here, so keep it down, alright? What's got you so pissed off anyway?" he asked impatiently.

"It's nothing. I'm going to take care of it," I responded, agitated.

With that, he left the room quietly.

I took a deep breath and felt more relaxed. The anger had subsided, if only slightly; my father's sudden appearance felt like someone had just dumped a bucket of cold water over my head. I spread out legs and turned to lay down, causing Chloe to disconnect from my shoulders.

"Going to take care of it?" Chloe asked, lying on her side and facing me.

I took a few deep breaths and could feel the anguish leaving my body with each exhalation.

"Yeah," I answered. Turning to face her, I said "Listen, I'm sorry I attacked you earlier. Anna texted me and said where you were and I freaked."

"It's okay," she said calmly.

"No, Chloe, it's not." I felt like I was unraveling as I spoke. "You deserve so much better than that and you especially deserve better than what's happening with you and Nathan. But don't worry about him. Just come clean with Anna and say you and him are over. I'll handle the rest."

"Don't do something stupid, Erik," Chloe said firmly.

"I'm not going to sit around while my sister is guilt tripped into fucking somebody!"

I paused for a moment, noticing she didn't correct me and I felt the fire within me rekindling. I had no reason to be mad at Chloe and tried to channel my rage and choose my words wisely.

"Chloe, you're not a bad person, okay? You didn't know he had a girlfriend and he took advantage of your kind nature. He coerced you and I won't let him get away with it!"

I noticed Chloe's eyes begin to tear up and pulled her close to me. I wrapped my arms around her back as she rested her head on my chest.

"You're an angel, Chloe. You're my angel and it's my job to look after you. You never have to see him anymore, I promise." I had no idea what I was going to do but I wanted to help this person in my arms more than anything. She really was an angel; she was kind to a fault and I could understand why something like this would tear her up on the inside. She was young and naive and Nathan took advantage of her, of that I had no doubt.

"I just don't want you to do something stupid."

I laughed at her comment and said, "Can't you tell by now that I am stupid?" I asked rhetorically. I pulled away and stared into her eyes and noticed them light up.

Chloe grabbed both sides of my head and planted a kiss on my lips. "Maybe, but you're my stupid brother." Before I had a chance to retaliate, she closed in for another kiss, this time maintaining contact. I sighed at the feeling of her warm lips against mine and kissed her back. I opened my mouth and she latched onto my bottom lip before sliding her tongue into the gap between my lips.

I pulled back. "Wait."

Chloe pulled back and glared at me, her eyes narrow and her face showing an expression of hurt.

"It's not you -- It's Nathan," I explained. "If he contacts you, just ignore him, okay?"

Chloe had separated from me and was lying down on her side, facing me.

"But.. the last time I tried to ignore him, he.."

She trailed off as I interrupted her, "No! Don't tell me. If you give me details, I swear to God I might actually kill him."

Chloe was silent for several moments before asking, "What are you going to do?"

"I'm not sure yet but I'll figure it out tomorrow with a clear head."

We spent the rest of the afternoon lying on Chloe's bed, just holding each other and talking. It was clear to me now, that her 'boyfriend,' Nathan, was the primary source of her distress and I continued to assure her that I would take care of him. Chloe's mood became noticeably cheerier, as had my own, as we opened up to each other and promised to never keep things from one another.