My Brother's Girlfriend

I heard my brother moan and Maureen suddenly thrust herself forward, one hand locked on the back of the couch. I heard my brother moan again, and she was grinding herself into him. It sounded like he was having his orgasm, and she seemed to be helping him along, to get the most out of it. She kept eyeing me with sidelong glances, a faint smirk on her lips. My own breathing was coming up rather short, and I realized suddenly that I was very near to an orgasm myself. I panicked, wondering if I should wait for Maureen. Had she had one already? I couldn't tell. I knew I could have another orgasm anyway, but the second time was never as much fun as the first time. My fingers wouldn't stop moving between my legs and I felt my lips opening, threatening to let out a moan. I tried to focus my attention, scanning around the room. My eyes locked onto Maureen's. She was staring at me intently. Her body was no longer moving, but she was still squatting over my brother, who I couldn't see. I saw her eyes flick downward, seeing what I was doing, and she shook her head. She didn't want me to finish yet.

So I stopped. Ah, but it was agony. I yanked my hand upward and let my head fall back against the wall, panting. My orgasm was bubbling just under the surface, ready to burst. It had been a full week since the last time with Maureen, and I was so ready! But I held on. For Maureen.

I sat there for a long time, so it felt. It was very quiet in the living room. I hadn't heard either of them get up. Donning a hat of courage, I peeked around the corner and didn't see either of them. Had they gone up to bed? No way, I would have heard them! But where were they? I waited several more minutes, listening carefully. Finally, I went to investigate. I found them three steps later. My brother was lying on the couch with a blanket pulled up over him. And Maureen was lying on the carpet, next to the couch, staring at me. She had the sexiest smile on her face I had ever seen. She had a blanket over herself also, and her head rested on one of the pillows from the couch. She raised her eyebrows at me and gestured next to her with her head. What? Here? I glanced again at my brother, and he seemed to be sound asleep. But this was too risky! I frowned down at Maureen, and she gave me a pretend pout. I felt myself melting inside. Or maybe that was my orgasm, itching to break free. My legs were still tingling. Slowly and quietly, I made my way around the couch and sat down on the floor, next to Maureen. She giggled quietly, glancing at Patrick. She put a finger to her lips, miming a "shhh" to me. I just nodded as she flipped the blanket up and beckoned me underneath it. I slid next to her, noticing that she was completely naked.

As our bodies pressed together, I felt how hot her skin was. That fact alone caused a tingle to stir between my legs. I breathed in deeply, noticing that Maureen smelled fresh, but mixed with a small amount of sweat. She was so intoxicating! I started to reach a hand toward her when I suddenly felt something warm between my legs. Before I could look down to see what it was, my head collapsed as my orgasm came back in force. Maureen's fingers were dancing between my legs, pushing up through the opening in my shorts and massaging my clitoris playfully. I started grinding my hips against her hand uncontrollably. My body convulsed as a wave of electricity surged through me. I was right back to the brink I had gotten myself to not even thirty minutes earlier. I looked at Maureen and found her staring at me, a look of lust in her eyes. I tried to talk, tried to tell her she should stop for a minute, but all that came out was a quiet moan.

She whispered softly, "It's ok, Cadey. Let go..." And that was all it took. I let the dam break. I felt something flushing out of me. It felt warm, but it was more than just the juices inside my crotch. It was a wave of feeling. It flowed out of me, then back in, then up my stomach and into my chest. My body was hot and trembling, my legs shaking. I grabbed onto Maureen's other arm, holding it tightly. I felt like if I let go of her, I'd be washed away. Instead my orgasm crashed through me, like a wave. Her fingers were sliding inside me now, penetrating me further than she had in the past. I felt like she was making love to me. So sweet. So... ohh!

I bit my lip as another intense wave shuddered along my body. It was all I could do to hang on to reality, letting her press her fingers inside me. My hips bucked against her hand, and I couldn't do anything to stop it. My body rippled with pleasure for several minutes, and then finally gave up. My body was spent. I collapsed, although I wasn't holding myself up in the air. It was just that all my muscles gave out at the same time, and my body went limp. I felt Maureen's fingers stroke a few more times inside me before sliding out. I purred against her, but I was unable to move or perform anything for her. Every muscle seemed to be relaxed, and sleep overtook me a few seconds later...

***

By some miracle, I woke up before my brother. My skin was cool even under the blanket. My mind took a few moments to figure out where I was, but once I did, I scrambled out of the blanket and made my way out of the room. I went back to my own room and lay down on my bed, resting for a few minutes. Maureen had been asleep still when I woke, but I hadn't taken any time to do anything to her. I was too worried about Patrick waking up and seeing something he shouldn't.

A little while later, I got ready for my day. When I finally made it to the kitchen, Patrick and Maureen were there. Maureen was sitting at the table, poking at some sausages while Patrick was busy working over the stove. He turned to look at me as I came into the room, and said, "You want some eggs and sausage?" I nodded to him. A few minutes later, I was eating a plate of steaming food. It was actually pretty good! But the entire meal, I kept looking at Maureen, trying to catch her eyes on me. She was hard to stop thinking about. Patrick sat down to eat his own food, sitting on the other side of Maureen. I looked over at her, and saw him looking at me. It made me feel funny, suddenly, so I dropped my eyes down to my plate and kept eating my food without looking up again. I finished my breakfast and got up to head out of the room. Patrick's voice stopped me at the door, "We're heading to the beach today if you want to join us?"

My mind reeled as a torrent of images flooded me at the same time. I had an image of Maureen's body in a swimsuit, glistening with suntan lotion. That was mixed with an image of her pleasuring me while my brother slept on the couch a few feet away. Then I pictured the two of them playfully touching each other on the beach. And finally I had an image of the two of them making love while I watched. That swirl of thoughts came together into a strong feeling of... jealousy. Fuck. I was in no position to feel jealous about my brother being with his girlfriend. I didn't think I could stomach the idea of being with them at the beach. I was afraid that seeing Maureen in a bikini would make me want more than I should want. And so without looking at him, I shook my head and said, "No thanks. I've got some things I want to get done today." It was a complete lie, but I walked out of the kitchen and he didn't say anything else.

A few minutes later, I heard Patrick's car start up and I looked out the window to see them driving away. I sighed, and carried on with my day. What the hell was happening to me? More and more I just wanted to be with Maureen. But all I could think about was kissing her. It was driving me a little crazy. And the orgasm from the night before was still pretty fresh in my mind. But she was a girl! And I definitely was not gay! What the hell? It was starting to get a little confusing.

A few hours later, I heard Patrick's car pull into the driveway. I was still in my room. I was lying on my bed, my thoughts distracted. I wondered if they would come in and have sex. How fucked up was that? But I lay there anyway, waiting. Hoping. And suddenly my bedroom door opened, and Maureen walked in. She was beautiful, and she was looking at me with a lustful eye. I propped myself up with my elbows, eyebrows raised at her. She didn't wait long before lying down on her stomach, brushing against me. She was staring at my blanket, but she started whispering to me, "We just had sex on the beach. It was... interesting."

I had a crazy surge of jealousy as she told me about having sex with my brother. I struggled with my emotions until they receded slightly. I don't know if she noticed my upset or not. She was still staring at the blankets. Then she whispered, "But... but it wasn't the same."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

She looked away as if trying to find the right words. Then she looked at me and said, "I kept thinking about you. I kept wishing you were with us. And... and I almost had an orgasm, because I was thinking of you! That would have been a first time. But I didn't."

I felt a warmth in my chest as I listened to her, and I couldn't help but smile. "Where is Patrick now?" I asked.

"He went to the store to get food for tonight. I asked him to drop me off at home. So here I am...," she trailed off looking embarrassed.

I stared at her. Her eyes were partially closed, and she was looking down, almost sheepish. I felt her hand flutter against my side, like she wanted to touch me but wasn't sure if she should. It almost made me laugh, but something else stirred inside me instead. My body was tingling in a way I hadn't really felt before. Not like that. Not so... intensely. Maureen's hand continued to tickle along my side, not really touching me, but driving me crazy just the same. I listened to her breathing in the quiet room. My own breath made a sharp intake as my body shuddered slightly.

And suddenly I couldn't take it anymore. I had to... My head leaned forward. I wasn't controlling it. I felt my lips part, and my tongue ran along them to wet them slightly. I sucked in my breath as my face reached Maureen's, and then I paused. I could feel her, so close. Her lips were cool, but her breath was warm. The world seemed to hang in time, frozen. And then I moved again, and our lips touched. Oh dear God! I opened my lips, then closed them gently. Her lips were soft, smooth against mine. And just barely damp. I felt her mouth open in response, no tongue. My hand circled around behind her neck, tangling my fingers in her hair. I sucked in a breath as a wave of arousal spun through me. I pulled myself closer, pressing my body against Maureen's. She responded hungrily, and then our tongues met. Just a touch, momentary. But the spark that erupted inside me made me moan into her mouth. I slid my tongue between her lips again, and felt her tongue gliding along mine, spinning round it. She moaned too, and I felt her hands suddenly twine in my hair, her lips opening wider. Her tongue pushed against mine, pressing into my own mouth. I opened mine wider, and then closed on hers, pressing again into her mouth. Our tongues fought back and forth for a minute. I felt her legs clamp down on my leg, and then she was grinding herself against me. I moaned into her mouth and pressed my tongue once again between her lips. Her kiss was more passionate than any I had ever felt before. No guy could have kissed me like that. I was in complete heaven, and my body suddenly had an intense amount of pressure begging for release.

I felt Maureen's legs squeeze tighter, and then our legs were entwined. I pressed myself against her, feeling one of her legs between my thighs, while her thighs were wrapped around my leg in return. We both started moving against each other at the same time, in a slow grind. I felt a surge of pleasure each time she pressed her tongue into my mouth, and I would grind myself harder against her. Then we'd switch, and my tongue would make its way between her lips and she would grind herself against me. We both started breathing heavily, but we refused to end the kiss. My hands were roaming all over her, and hers were all over me. I felt my body begin to respond to the passion. An orgasm started to well up inside me, without any direct contact. That was completely new.

Maureen grabbed hold of me tightly, holding her own body still and then shuddering against me before resuming her grind. We were both moaning into each other's mouth, lost in the moment. It was easily the best kiss I had ever experienced, and I didn't want it to end. I was afraid my orgasm would come crashing down and put a stop to things, but I couldn't slow myself down. I opened my lips a little wider, feeling our tongues swirl against each other. Her hand dug into my hair, mashing me into her. I could feel the heat between her thighs, and I realized she was on her way to having an orgasm too. That was enough to press me further, closer to her.

I sucked in a breath as my body began to tense up. Oh God. It was starting. I felt her body tense, too. I slid my hand down her back, and onto her ass, then pulled her toward me. She moaned, her legs locking around my thigh. "Ooooohhhh," she breathed into me, and I felt her body begin to shake. I kissed her harder, our tongues not even trying to take turns anymore. They were entwined, moving back and forth between our mouths, between our lips. It suddenly dawned on me that we were making love to each other with our tongues, and that was the final straw. My body jerked, a spasm rippling through me. I grabbed her, pulling her to me. She shuddered as our legs rubbed each other, letting out a barrage of moans. We never once pulled away from our kiss. My orgasm came crashing into me, through me. It started in my stomach, and a warmth swept through me, across my breasts and into my face. My tongue twirled and sucked at hers. The orgasm pulsed downward, between my legs. Suddenly I was humping her, and she was thrashing against me. I heard her moan, felt her tongue inside me. She squeezed me, her body shivering and shuddering. I slid my leg between her thighs, trying to pleasure her. But it was difficult with my own orgasm crashing down. I felt wet, felt myself oozing. I kept moving, kept grinding. The intensity wasn't getting any less. If anything, it was increasing. We rolled against each other, letting the wave of orgasms stream back and forth. It felt like her orgasm was washing into me, and then back out and into her. I was on fire. Twin orgasms crashed home, our bodies shuddering. Our kiss slowed down, and then our tongues were caressing each other, moving slowly between moans. I felt something damp against my cheek, and realized she was crying. I squeezed her tighter, and then finally stopped. I gasped for breath as our lips pulled apart. We laid there in silence for a long time, holding each other. It still felt intense. I felt my pulse slowly ebb.

And then it was done. Maureen pulled herself away, lying on her back. Her eyes were closed, and I could see moist tears on her cheeks. I kissed them, and whispered, "What's wrong?"

She wiped her eye with her hand and shook her head. Then she spoke, softly so I could barely hear, "It's... I... I can't do this anymore. It's too much for me." With that, she got up and left. My heart was pounding in my chest as I watched her go. I already had just enough doubt about what we were doing that I couldn't say a word to stop her. And that was that. I knew our relationship was over. I never even heard myself cry as tears started streaming down my face.

***

Muffled voices woke me. I felt panicked as I sat up in bed trying to orient myself. It was dark outside. I looked at my iPod radio and saw that it was 8:15pm. I hadn't meant to fall asleep. I had a fleeting thought about whether it had been a dream, but I knew it was real. Maureen was gone.

I made myself get out of bed, still groggy. I stared into the dark room, trying to figure out where the voices had come from. I couldn't hear them anymore. I walked toward the hallway door, but stopped before opening it. I turned my head toward Patrick's door, wondering. Slowly I padded my way across my own bedroom and put my ear up against his door. I stood in silence, listening. There! A rustling sound. I strained to hear. Nothing.

Sighing, I headed back to the other door and walked out into the hall. It was late for a shower, but I decided to take one anyway. I went into the bathroom and closed the door. I turned on only the hot water. As I stripped down to my skin, the room slowly filled with steam. I walked over to the mirror and ran my hand across it. The face that stared back surprised me. I looked like I had been in a fight. My cheeks were red and my eyes were puffy. I stared at myself until the steam stuck to the mirror again, hiding my reflection.

I spent almost an hour in the shower. I didn't feel any less depressed, but I definitely felt clean. As I switched off the water, I heard shouting from somewhere in the house. It was actually a little alarming, so I quickly dried myself off and wrapped my towel around my breasts, letting it hang just below my hips. I opened the door just as a voice shouted, "...at least tell me what I did wrong??" It was Patrick, and it sounded like it was coming from the front room.

I walked down the hall. I heard another voice, too low to understand. And then a door slammed. As I rounded the corner of the living room, I saw Patrick standing at the front door, staring down. He wasn't moving. I felt incredibly nervous suddenly. I took another step toward him and stopped. "Patrick?" I called.

He turned to look at me, face streaked with tears. "She's gone, Cadey," he said quietly, then dropped his gaze down again.

"Gone?" I asked.

"Yeah, gone. As in, not coming back," he said, fighting back a sob.

I walked closer to him and said, "I'm sorry." I tried to act surprised. I tried to feel sorry for him for real. But mainly I just felt sorry for myself, because I had lost her too. He just nodded, saying nothing. He looked on the verge of crying again. I gently reached out a hand, careful to keep my towel from falling, and touched his shoulder. He didn't look up, but he let me guide him into the living room and onto the couch. I sat down on the chair and let him brood for a few minutes. Finally, I asked, "What happened?"

"She broke up with me," he answered.

My heart was pounding. My earlier experience with Maureen was still a raw memory. And now it seemed she had left Patrick feeling the same way. What a total bitch. But as the thought came into my mind, I immediately dismissed it. I didn't really think she was a bitch. And suddenly I felt an odd sense of understanding of her. She had come into our house in a relationship with my brother. And then she got tangled up with me. I imagined that the experience had left her torn up. Sometimes love and lust and emotion can get so tangled up that you think they are all the same thing. Had that happened to me? Had it happened to her? Something caught my attention and I looked up at Patrick. "What was that?"

"Will you talk to her? I know she'll talk to you," Patrick pleaded.

"Tell me what happened," I answered.

"She broke up with me," he said again.

"Right, you said that. But what happened, exactly?" I probed.

"Well, you know we went to the beach today," he started. I nodded to keep him talking. "Well, we kinda had sex on the beach. It was really fun. At least I think it was. Except right after that, she seemed really distant for some reason. I asked her what was wrong, and she told me she was just tired. She asked me to drop her off at home while I went to the store to get food. And when I came home an hour later, she was asleep on my bed..." he trailed off.

"...and?" I asked.

"Well, I kinda tried to have sex with her again. She was sleeping, so I tried to, you know, turn her on and stuff." He suddenly seemed very uncomfortable talking about this.