Sibling Love: A Misunderstood Sylph

"I thought you didn't get scared at movies anymore."

"You said you'd keep me safe." Her pout was exaggerated. "Instead you torment your poor innocent sister."

He sighed. "You're right. I'll be nice. But you are so much fun when you're scared."

The first scenes were over, the tension easing as the hero began to bring together a ragtag band of misfits to retake the citadel and the kingdom from the monsters.

Liz drew in a deep breath. "Okay. That scene just caught me by surprise. I better sit on your lap though, just in case."

She offered him his drink, took a big swallow off her own before clambering between his legs and pulling his free arm around her middle.

"Ahh!" She twisted violently, burying her face against his shoulder. It caught him by surprise.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

"Brain freeze!"

He chuckled but stroked her hair, soothing. She had taken a rather large gulp of the frozen drink. "Poor baby girl. It'll be okay. Try to swallow; that's supposed to help."

She nuzzled close, moaning softly as he continued to stroke her head and back. When she eased back he continued to cradle her neck in one hand, left a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Ooh. That feels good. You could do that again."

He pressed lips to her forehead again, soothing, loving.

"Mmm. Thanks." Her eyes held his. "Once again, Sir Todd comes to the rescue of the poor tormented damsel."

He was surprised when her lips brushed lightly over his own, gone as soon as the soft kiss registered, then again her back was to his chest, his arm being tucked around her waist from behind. "Okay. I can do this."

Todd took a drink from his own glass, then another. It hadn't been a deep kiss, or a long one, but his too-sexy sister had definitely kissed him on the lips. Now with her tucked so close against him, it was a struggle to bring his attention back to the movie.

His struggle wan't helped by the plot. Besides the vaguely medieval setting and the unique take on zombies, 'Lost Realm' featured one of his favorite actresses in a lead role. Her character, an independent and daring thief, was introduced as she posed as an exotic dancer to seduce - and rob - a wealthy merchant. Long, oiled limbs, half-naked, moving with the grace of a stalking jungle cat, full lips parted and panting with pretend passion, she seduced the camera as well as the merchant.

"Her tits aren't any bigger than mine."

Todd wasn't sure if an answer was needed for her observation.

"You think she's hot, don't you?" This was a direct question.

"Well, I..."

"Oh Fuck!" Hands covered eyes as his sister scrambled back on the couch, harder against his chest. Todd chuckled, enjoying her squirming. Even though he remembered the scene, he had still jumped when the snarling zombie appeared, tearing the merchant's face in two just as the heroine was about to lower herself onto his lap.

"Eyes open, scaredy cat." He held each slim wrist in one of his hands, pulled her blinders back. "This is important."

The creature, maw dripping gore, leaned closer to the woman on screen. The two stared at each other for a timeless, drawn out moment before the zombie lunged forward with a snarl, only to have a blade stab upward through a slavering jaw and into its undead skull. Bloody drool splattered the warrior woman's face and naked chest.

"No! Just no." Liz torqued her body in his lap, twisting until she faced him, her wrists now crossed above her head as held them. "This is not Oz. Those are not flying monkeys."

"I told you." He couldn't help but take in the sight of his sister this way, wrists held trapped, the outstretched position clearly defining her nipples through the thin shirt, her eyes wild.

"Would you pause it, please?"

Reluctantly, he let her arms go to honor her request. She took the opportunity to complete her twist, straddling him with her smooth legs outside his own. The position held her chest directly in front of his eyes. Freed hands covered both small mounds, squeezing, pushing them upward like her bodice had done earlier.

"Her tits are like mine, huh? The kind you like more than Suz's big floppers."

"Um, yeah. She's got a great body, really nice firm, uh, tits."

"Like mine?" Oh god. Did he just see her pinch one nipple between thumb and finger? Now her hands slipped lower, still lifting, but cupping under each small breast, every detail of their shape obvious through the thin cotton.

"I...they're...um..." Todd was having trouble breathing, let alone speaking coherently.

"Still undecided? Maybe this will help you compare." Fingers gathered the bottom edge of the shirt, tugged upward. She stopped when the T was bunched under her chin, elbows wide, chest and lean abdomen fully, completely exposed to her brother.

His mouth went dry. His heart seemed to stop, before beginning to pound louder and harder than he had ever experienced. He was surprised completely, utterly betrayed by a body that acted on its own, with no input from his panicked, petrified brain.

One arm cinched tight around her slim bare waist, impossibly smooth silk skin. The other hand rose, focused like his eyes on her chest. She made no sound beyond a breathless shudder when his hand cupped one firm, round little globe. He would never have had the courage to touch her like this, to make such a decision, so his body had decided for him.

"Todd." Whispered, little more than a breath, her single word reached him, dragged his eyes upward. She looked so young, innocent.

"Lizzy." The nervous cracking of his own voice brought a wan smile to her face. "You're perfect."

She released the shirt, letting it fall down to cover both her breasts and his single cupping hand. Her palms found his cheeks, fingers tangling through his hair, guiding his face upward. Then she kissed him again.

Soft, slow, almost chaste. But it continued on and on. Not until a whining, lost moan escaped him did he feel her tongue begin a subtle, careful exploration. The next moan was mutual, a blended sibling harmony, as his own tongue joined in.

"Ahh!" Her cry was muffled by their kiss, accompanied by a sharp arching of her back when his thumb dragged over a nipple, finding it swollen and stiff. The arm around her middle snugged tighter, holding her slight upper body from falling backwards off his lap and the couch.

Two mouths, separated from each other, panted in unison. He felt her slim hips move, close to him.

"Wait." Her eyes suddenly focused, locked in. "What is...Todd?"

She looked sincerely worried. "You did turn the movie off, right?"

He was not thinking clearly, thoughts racing, but his sister's apparent distress had his full attention. Looking over her shoulder he could see the TV was still paused. "Yeah. Why?"

"Because I think there really is a monster here. A really big scary one."

A monster? A zombie from the movie? What was she talking about?

His thoughts were further addled by slightest smile played over her sensual lips, his beautiful sister's lips he could still feel the tingle of meeting his own, before her hips pushed forward against him, trapping his obvious erection between them.

"Oh shit! I am so sorry!" His hand whipped from under her shirt. He tried to push her off his lap, to escape his sudden shame and his body's betrayal, but slim arms clung to him, holding his head to her chest.

"Hey. It's okay. Shhh. Shhh." Lizzy's hold pinned him to her and he couldn't help but be aware of exactly where she held his head. A nipple dimpled one cheek while both breasts formed a shallow valley cradling his face.

Again, her hands guided his face up to hers. She looked close to tears, moved, concerned. "Hey. Shh. Todd. Sweetie."

His attention held, her hips rolled against him, grinding his hard shape between them. Briefly, her eyes lost focus before returning to his. "Please, wonderful brother, beautiful man. Don't ever apologize for this."

Todd was confused, conflicted. "But I..."

Her hips continued to move, to slowly dance against him. "Todd. I want this. I've always wanted this. Wanted you."

LIZZY

She kissed him, holding his face up to hers, giving him nowhere to escape. This kiss wasn't soft or tender. Not anything close to innocent. It was hungry. When he didn't respond at first she almost stopped, but instead whined, sucking on his plump lower lip, her lower body's grinding motions increasing in desperation.

The gate was open, the barrier down, to desires she had never fully admitted. Her confession now made her desperate. She couldn't take it back. That gave her the courage, the determination to push on.

It worked. She felt his mouth open, heard the soft sound of his surrender. His tongue slid over, pushed past hers, before a strong hand seized her nape. A deep vibrating shiver shook her body as her beloved, trusted brother held her, kissed her, eager and passionate. Her hips continued their wanton dance against the wonderful rigid shape that so clearly confessed his own hunger for her.

A strong hand slipped between them, again finding her breast. Electricity shot through her when the touch centered on that nipple, stroking over the swollen, sensitized nub.

The kiss was lost, lips dragged apart, as her head fell violently back. Vaguely, she felt his powerful arm cradling her, angling her backward fall, her vision dimmed. Her brother guided her to the side, onto her back and the couch. His own weight pressed her down into the soft cushions, her legs opening to welcome him.

"Todd." Again she whispered his name, almost an incantation. His 'monster' felt bigger, thicker, unavoidably obvious between her wide spread thighs.

This time, his mouth found hers, his lips and tongue demanded her response. She willingly answered. Soft sounds of release, aching desire long denied, escaped them both, blended together as bodies moved together.

Fingers scrabbled under her shirt, squeezed by his weight on her, trapped from finding the nipple that had so far been denied his touch and attention.

She protested, hands tugging at his head when he rolled to the side. His stronger arm, wrapped behind her, maintained their kiss, rolled her with him onto their sides. It gave him space to shove her shirt up.

"Oh! God! Todd!"

Once the shirt was out of the way he did not hesitate. Surprised when he broke off their kiss, she was shocked when his lips seized a nipple, sucking it in. The tongue that had danced so softly, so lovingly over her own now flicked, hard and insistent behind those slurping lips.

She cried out, struggling against the sudden sensation, legs writhing, hands grabbing fistfuls of his hair to keep his mouth close, on her, sending waves of raw energy through her.

Lizzy sucked in air when he eased back. His own deep breaths feathered over the abandoned, slick-wet nipple before his lips found its mate. Her body tensed, arching back now forcing her chest into the intensity of his attentions.

She closed her eyes, giving in, awash with almost tearful relief that her brother was answering her own secret cravings and in the powerful sensations he was forcing on her body.

Finally, he pulled back, panting hard, lips swollen and shining. His eyes glowed with desire and more. With love.

"Todd." Again a whisper, again a word that now took on magical properties when she spoke it.

"Lizzy." She heard so much in his answer, saw it in his eyes. Her brother wanted her, loved her, wholly. Warmth flooded her at his soft, sweet smile. She stroked fingers down from his temple, pulling him in for a light kiss, a lover's kiss.

Idly, he stroked a hand down her back, stopping when it found her loose shorts and the rounded cheek within. A gentle squeeze brought their lower bodies closer. It didn't hold the electricity of earlier, but was intimate, familiar, accepting of a new physical reality. His eyes were steady, holding hers.

His smile was so sweet, she wanted to trace his lips' curves with her fingers, then follow with her tongue. Instead, unwilling to risk breaking the spell, she simply relaxed into the glowing warmth of this newfound closeness.

His hand eased its grip on her cheek, fingers following a delicate feather-touch down the outside of her thigh. His touch was a dream, soft and surreal, so light that her leg began to rise up into the contact, eager for more.

Past her knee, he traced a curving exploration over her calf before dropping his fingers to her other leg. It seemed natural for the abandoned upper limb to stay lifted upward where it had strained for more of his touch, the touch now traveling along the inside of her other thigh. The soft palm stroked upward, into the space she maintained for his fingers.

It was a dream, unreal and too real at once, her devoted, handsome dream-brother gazing so deep into her being as he explored her exposed, tingling skin.

He leaned closer to her, out of focus, his nose brushing in a delicate caress against hers. It was a sweet, intimate gesture, distracting her from the palm, the touch that slid effortlessly under the leg opening of her loose pajama shorts, still following her bare skin.

On their own, her eyes half-lidded closed as his face leaned even closer. Her lips parted, anticipating her brother's kiss, encouraged and delighted that he was the one initiating the taboo contact so new to both of them.

Then his stroking fingers found her, at the just the right angle and slipped fully into warm wetness, inside her unsuspecting, tingling center. She gasped, jumping in surprise.

His eyes went wide, as surprised as she was. The fingers hadn't merely found wetness; they had slipped inside her, finding snug resistance only once they were engulfed between slick swollen flesh. His hand whipped out from between her thighs even as they clenched close in reflexive response. His face was tight with worry, almost anguish.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...Lizzy, I shouldn't have...."

"Shh." As startled as she was by both the sudden intrusion and immediate withdrawal, her immediate concern was her sweet brother. He looked so hurt, so shamed. Distraught. She kissed at his temples, brow, cheek. Then she giggled.

"What?" He sounded mildly annoyed at her, or at least at her inopportune amusement.

"I totally get why we were both so surprised. I mean, who could have suspected that after a protracted, super-hot make out session with my totally unavailable dream crush and him tonguing my titties until I'm ready to cum, @and then also suspected that his hand - slipping further and further up between my bare thighs and under my PJ shorts - just might lead to someplace both highly intimate, totally soaked and ready to be entered?"

She knew it was way too much information, but information was what Todd thrived on, even if it was TMI. It was a detailed confession disguised as a sarcastic attempt at humor but Todd looked on the verge of sobbing and she was desperate.

In rapid order his face registered surprise, puzzlement, and the brief flash of a frown before he coughed out a laugh. And continued laughing, too hard once it started. He sucked in deep breath. "Thanks. I needed that."

"I know. I know my little brother pretty well."

He nodded. "Yes you do."

"And I also love him more than anyone else."

"More and better." He agreed. "And he loves you."

"He better. I just wish he wouldn't be so hard on himself."

Their eyes met, widening. Brows rose in amusement. Neither had to say what both were thinking: she said 'hard-on.'

The shared laugh was cathartic, healing, familiar. Liz tucked her head in close to his, relieved and warmed when his arm wrapped around her. Relishing the closeness, she was still torn, conflicted. His feverish kisses, his sweet lips and tongue on her nipples, the not quite rigid length she could feel, pressed heavy against her midsection: she wanted more, much more, but knew her brother wasn't ready to give it to her. Yet.

Tucked in close to him, she let her lips brush along his ear. "You called me a SILF. Or was it a sylph?"

He shivered. "I did. You are. Truly."

She nibbled, encouraged by his involuntary tremor. "I am what, truly? Tall and willowy and inhumanly irresistible in a demi-goddess kind of way?"

She paused, tugging, sucking on his sensitive ear now. "Or more of a 'Damn, my sister is so smoking hot, I'd give anything to feel her cumming, again and again, as I fucked her tight, wet little pussy' kind of way?"

His body tensed against her, silent. She continued small, light nuzzles at his ear, waiting. One second. Two. Five. It seemed forever. "Truly?"

"Yes. Truly."

"Both." The single word vibrated, as though he had to force it out, past a throat constricted by emotion, near despair. Still, it had the sound of a word that had been held back desperately, ready and eager to be released, now finally freed, confessed and admitted.

She squealed, hugging her brother closer. "You really do!"

"Of course I do. You're gorgeous, and sweet and a glorious delight to be around. You're the impossible ideal I compare all women to. But this...we just can't...you're my sister, Lizzy."

She propped herself up on an elbow after a last suckle on his ear. Her grin was wide. "Okay. Let's come back to the 'we just can't' part in a minute. I'd like to spend more time on the gorgeous and impossibly sexy delight to be around part you glossed over much too quickly."

He grinned back at her. "I love you, you brat."

She shrugged. "How could you not? But speaking of love, real love, the deep devoted kind of love I feel toward only you, dear brother, I have a Question: how do you feel after sex with...oh, any of your bimbos? Suz, for example."

"How do I feel? Hmm. After sex? Sleepy. Usually pretty content, satisfied. Sometimes, I feel like it would be nice to be quiet, curled up with a good book. Spoken from my vast experience with a near multitude of sexy bimbos, of course." She had never asked him, but wasn't even sure if he had been with anyone else besides Suz.

"Really? Isn't that kinda sad? Don't you want to just burrow into the intimate closeness you have experienced together, bathing in the blissful glow of your union?"

He snorted. "Uh. No. Generally not. And I don't really think she - they, hypothetically, since you included all my many, many bimbos - really want that either."

"Why not?" She knew the answer, or hoped she did, but wanted, needed, to hear him say it.

"Well, it's just sex." He paused to consider, one brow almost comically high. "Outstandingly great sex, mind you, because I'm involved, and I'm really good at it, they all tell me, but still just sex. It's not love. Even if I felt like getting all blissfully union-y with Suz, it's not like I'd really trust her with the info. She seems to like getting together for the occasional good time well enough, but not much else. And, honestly, that's alright with me."

"It is? Wouldn't you like to find that special someone who you could trust like that, someone you loved?"

"Oh, definitely. But Suz is not my one-and-only. Ain't gonna happen. Besides," he gave her a quick smile. "Her boobs are far too big. Remember?"

"Unlike mine or the little hottie actress in that horrible movie?"

"I think we've established that my sister has perfect, Hollywood Grade A titties. Hell, a perfect everything, from those ridiculous long, smooth perfect legs to her flat mouth-watering belly, and all the way up to the deep pools of her bright, beautiful intelligent eyes that make my heart flutter whenever she looks at me or hugs me close."

"Wow. You silver-tongued sweet talker. Mean it?" Heat radiated from her cheeks at his glowing description of her. She resisted the urge to fan herself with an open hand.

"Every word. I just wish sometimes you weren't my sister."

She pouted at that, pushing her lower lip out, even though she what he meant.