The Things You Make Me Feel Ch. 01

Ellie couldn't help it. She was deeply hurt by Oliver, and as much as she missed him, she couldn't let it go, and despite her knowledge of the tragedy he'd endured.

Oliver kept quiet and finished his beer in periodic gulps. There was nothing he could say at the moment that would soften his big sister's aching heart.

"I really thought we shared something," she murmured bitterly and sipped her cooler. "A special connection if you will."

Although Ellie and Jack were twins, surprisingly, it was Oliver who she had always felt emotionally closest to and in spite of the age gap.

"We do share a special connection, Ellie," he replied wistfully, his eyes glazing over the house in his direct line of sight.

"Yeah, so very special. So special, in fact, that I don't know if I even want you in my wedding."

He swerved his head to her, surprised. "You're getting married?"

"Why, yes I am, Bro. I guess you didn't know, on account of that special connection we share no doubt."

"Ellie..."

She grated her teeth and shot a tearful look into his regretful eyes.

He cupped her slightly freckled cheek and whispered as truthfully as possible, "I love you."

A ferocious throb joggled Ellie's breasts. A potent shiver that very much resembled those shudders from yesterday briskly followed, yet it wasn't one of lust, she was positive. It was something else... much more powerful.

Ellie was frightened of that unwelcome quake; frightened of what it could mean that her brother was able to extort such reactions from her, reactions her fiancé had never come close in intensity. She didn't know what to make of it, but she did know one thing for certain: she wanted Oliver's hand off of her, and she wanted it off of her now.

"I wish I could believe that," she said in ache while deflecting his hand off nonchalantly, as if her baby brother's touch hadn't just made her entire system crash.

Oliver wasn't aware of the turmoil inside his sister. Ellie had always been an expert at concealing her emotions. Even when she was desperately into a guy, she never let him see it until she'd gained the upper hand.

"You know what, I'm going to prove that to you. So if you'd be willing, I'll be happy to be of assistance to you in your wedding planning."

"You must be joking," she scoffed while avoiding eye contact, trying to slow down her heart rate. "What makes you think I even need you?"

"I'm not implying you do, but it will give me a chance to work off my debt to you so to speak, and you'll get to spend more time with your niece, get to know her better."

She reestablished eye contact, mystified. "Oh, that's really something. You're using your own kid to get me on board?"

"Using is such a vile word, Sis."

"Oh is it... Then what else would you call it?"

A tense lock of eyes ended with a sudden burst of laughter from both.

"Come on, Ellie, throw me a life jacket here," he pleaded before sending her his signature smile that she used to love and know so well. "What do you say?"

Ellie really wish he hadn't. "I say... that it's a start."

"I'll take it," he swiftly said.

"Are you sure? It's not gonna be pretty."

He bobbed his head, anxious. "I'll take whatever I can get."

Ellie disapproved the way his eyes were rushing her heartbeats, so she looked away. She gazed at the house and drank some more, absorbed in thought. "Do you remember that day? When I saw you off? It almost seems like it had been in a different life."

Oliver took a moment to reflect on it. "Maybe it had been. Much has changed since. I've lost a couple of things, gained others..."

"What did you lose? Except for..."

He gave her a kind smile, wanting her to know he was in peace with his wife's departure. "Well, I've lost a lot of weight—and that beard you loved so much."

They guffawed at the memory.

"Yeah... you've had quite the makeover. You even got taller."

"You approve?"

"It's alright," she said, feigning indifference.

"That's it? Just alright?"

"Well... you're not really my type."

They laughed.

"So you don't like my abs, pecs, biceps? I've been working so hard for it, just so one day my sister might grant me her approval."

"Yeah, I bet." Ellie faked a chuckle and looked away, struggling to prevent his ripped figure from entering her mind. "You've also lost some hair."

"Why, Sis, are you implying I'm balding?"

"No," she giggled. "I meant it in a good way." She looked back at him and ran her fingers in his full hair. "I like your haircut. Very European. It's much better than whatever the hell it was then."

"Hey! It was my artistic interpretation of... disheveled."

Ellie burst out laughing and Oliver giggled along.

He brushed aside a golden ringlet of hair that draped down her right eye. "I like your hair back."

"Really?" she said softly, insecure for some reason. "Because I didn't do anything with it. It's just the same."

"True. The same... perfect hair you've always had."

They locked eyes again, but neither was smiling or giggling this time around.

Ellie had already accepted that there was some evil power imposing itself on her, even without getting to the bottom of what it meant. Oliver, only now and for the first time, felt that something wasn't quite right with the way his elder sister was gazing into his eyes. He couldn't explain to himself what precisely he thought to be out of order with her hypnotizing blue eyes, but he did feel that something wasn't quite right.

"Hey, hey, hey! We're here," Jack cheerfully announced, carrying a six pack.

The siblings broke their awkward eye lock and looked at their brother and his girlfriend.

A sly grin wreathed Jack's face. "What you're doing there?"

"Nothing!" Ellie couldn't have spewed fast enough. "What exactly do you think we were doing?"

Oliver frowned at his sister, surprised by just how eager she was to clarify the situation.

"It looked like you were having a moment," Jack bantered with a playful wink and chuckled a second later, knowing his twin would go bananas.

"What?!" Ellie's pretty face switched colors like a chameleon, her stomach aflutter. "No, no moment. There was nothing that even resembled a moment. God, I'm so sick and tired of your inappropriate jokes, Jack."

"Ellie, chill," Gena giggled, getting undressed and showing off her newly bought strapless green bikini. "He was just kidding. He didn't mean anything by it."

Jack rid himself of his shirt and pointed at Gena. "And that's why I love you. You just know me so damn well."

They perpetuated the moment with a smutty kiss.

Jack cracked two beers open before he jumped into the pool and waded to his siblings. "When's my cute niece getting back?"

"As soon as Dad and Mom had enough." Oliver accepted the beer from his brother. "Because god knows she would never."

They laughed.

"Are we still on for Friday?" he asked Oliver.

"You know it."

"On for what?" Ellie asked, carelessly tossing away her empty cooler.

"We made plans to go out," Jack said.

"Oh, did you? Thanks for the invite."

Ellie was insulted that her brothers had made plans and hadn't included her. More to the point, she was insulted that Oliver had made plans and hadn't included her. She chastised herself for feeling so vulnerable and needy on account of her baby brother.

"You wanna come with?" Jack said.

"Well, I don't know. Clearly, you don't want me there."

"What are you talking about? We definitely want you with us." Jack gulped a third of his beer and smiled. "It's gonna be like old times."

"Are you speaking for the both of you?"

Ellie looked intently at Oliver, and Jack shadowed her a second later.

Oliver frowned in puzzlement. "Why wouldn't I want you to come?"

"I don't know," she muttered, looking down at the clear water before aiming her blue gaze at him in trepidation. "Would you?"

Ellie hated herself for playing these juvenile games, feeling like an insecure teenager who was waiting to be asked to prom by her crush; especially when there hadn't been a single hot guy in school that hadn't asked her to senior prom.

"Rest assured, Sis, I want you to come with us more than anything," Oliver truthfully said and sipped his beer.

As much as Oliver cherished his brothers and parents, there was no doubt in his heart that his sister was top priority in rectifying mistakes of past.

Ellie started absently fiddling with her hair, her head tilted. "Then why didn't you ask me?"

She couldn't help it. Something was wrong with her, she knew it, and yet she still couldn't stop it.

"Baby, get me another one!" Jack hollered to Gena after casting his empty bottle onto the maroon soil.

"I want one, too!" Ellie said and looked back at Oliver. She coiled a few golden strands of hair round her index finger and perhaps batted her eyelashes one too many times. "Well?"

"I honestly didn't think you would want to come because of... what we talked about before."

"Well, you thought wrong, and I hate it whenever guys make decisions for me, so next time, you should definitely ask."

As much as Ellie was a fervid supporter of women empowerment, she simply loved it whenever her boyfriends decided things for her. Although hardly scientific nor substantiated, it was a sign of dominance, fertility, and strength in her eyes.

Oliver smiled in playfulness. "Yes, ma'am."

She sent him her beautiful smile back, her heart clobbering her chest.

"What is she doing there..." Jack mused, scoping out his girlfriend.

"So, um"—Ellie gulped—"will you be picking me up, Oliver?"

"Do you want me to pick you up?"

She nodded, agitated for some reason. "Yes, I want you to."

"Well, I'm nothing if not a gentleman."

"When uh"—she softly bit on her thumb—"should I be expecting you?"

"Is 8ish okay?"

"Yeah," she giggled, blood rising in her cheeks. "8 sounds perfect."

"But when you're stepping into that car, I'm expecting a knockout. I don't want you to embarrass me on our first date."

"Oh don't worry, Oliver, I'll be such a knockout for y—I mean"—she grated her teeth, cussing herself for that slip—"you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I think I do," he giggled and smiled, playfully again, enjoying this game they were having.

Ellie smiled back bashfully, thrilled to be spending more time with her baby bro, even if she was more than disturbed with what was happening to her, or with the fact that she found the idea of her twin being there with them quite depressing.

Oliver did notice that his sister wasn't being herself, though he credited it to their somewhat cleansing talk and years of longing. He certainly wasn't aware of the magnitude of that previously noted turmoil, which by now was wreaking havoc in Ellie.

Jack didn't notice anything, except for the fact that he missed his baby bro terribly and that his girlfriend still hadn't gotten him his beer. "Gena!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming..."

Gena handed over the beverages and retired to the chaise lounge to work on her tan.

"Papino! Papino!"

As if on cue, Michela and her grandparents returned from their day of bonding and shopping and joined the siblings by the pool.

Oliver swiveled around and grinned when seeing how happy his daughter seemed to be while hauling numerous bags of designer clothes and toys. Michela dropped the bags and ran to her father who flooded her with kisses. He pulled her into the water despite her pleading in Italian that he was going to ruin her new clothes and that she wanted to put on her bathing suit first. Jack snatched her from him a second later and commenced in an elaborate swimming lesson that Michela was excitedly listening to, even while in jeans, a blouse, and sandals.

Ellie grinned at her niece from the sidelines, ruminating on how quickly Oliver's daughter infiltrated everyone's hearts. She genuinely loved her and after only one day of knowing her. She then looked at Oliver, who was laughing at Michela, and her grin slowly died down, fearing that perhaps the reason she loved Michela so much had something to do with the way her baby bro was, alarmingly, beginning to make her feel.

***

"Hey, babe," Jason, Ellie's fiancé, greeted her when she returned home from her parents'.

"Hey," she replied with an blank smile and sashayed to their bedroom.

He followed her. "Did you and your brother talk things over?"

"You could say that."

She took off her clothes and strutted to the bathroom in her bikini, longing for a purifying shower.

"And...?"

"And though there's still a long road ahead, we're making progress." She untied her long blond hair and gave it a rough stroke with her fingers. "Oh, we're going out this Friday."

She stepped out of her bikini and studied her nude reflection in the mirror, easily agreeing with Oliver's confidential review of her body: she was just as hot as she had always been.

"Great! I'm happy to hear that. I know how hurt you've been by him."

"Yeah..." she murmured, spacing out.

She twirled around and inspected her ass over her shoulder while standing on her tiptoes. She gave it a few squeezes and jiggles, loving how shapely and muscular it looked and felt.

"So where are we going on Friday?"

Jason's inquiry jolted Ellie back to reality. She was trying to understand why the idea of him joining them was the last thing she wanted.

"Uh, babe, it's just us, me and my brothers. Sorry." She feigned disappointment and gave him a peck on the cheek before getting in the bathtub.

"Oh... Well, no worries. I'll make plans with Daniel and Greg."

"That's great, babe. I knew you'd understand."

She turned on the water and fumbled with the valve until she was satisfied with the ambient temperature stream. She reached for her razor and started shaving her armpits as water cascaded down her back.

"So, when will I get to meet him?"

"Ah... soon. Like, I want to see first how we get along and stuff, but we'll drop by sometime this week or the next."

She guided the razor to her pussy and started working on her mound. She was going for the same haircut she had always had: bald.

Jason was indulging in the view of his fiancée's curvaceous body, his dick staining against his trackies. "I gotta say, babe, you sure know how to pump some blood down a man's groin."

She smiled and began shaving around her lips. "Thanks, hon."

They were fleshier than most, but all of her boyfriends had loved that about her and had eaten her out relentlessly.

"Well, that's it." Jason pulled off his shirt and shot Ellie an obscene smile. "You've broken me down, babe."

Ellie took a moment to appreciate her fiancé's outstanding physique. He was muscular and bulky, and he looked intimidating, which Ellie very much liked. She had always gone for that buff look as she found it extremely sexy. A part of that was because it made her feel safe and protected, and with Jason's arm around her, no one would dare to mess with her.

Her brother's toned figure suddenly crept up on her, and the temptation of comparing the two while shaving her slit eventually got the better of her. Oliver didn't even possess half the bulk, yet his muscle tone was much better defined, Ellie thought. His mass looked carved and sculpted while Jason looked like... a Mini Hulk, but Oliver, in her eyes, looked refined, classy, unpretentious... perfect.

"God, what is he trying to prove with that size," Ellie criticized Jason's body and cringed when realizing that her brother just made her detest her fiancé's build; a build that she had always believed to be incredibly gratifying, but not any longer she didn't. She was seeing Jason in a whole new light now. She thought he looked like a testosterone-oddity of sort, surly nothing like her baby bro with his athletic, Adonis-chiseled frame.

"Jason, I'm really not in the mood."

His brows knotted suspiciously. "What's with you? You look like you're daydreaming or something, and I find it odd that you're not horny. You just finished your period, and we both know how you get—"

"Jason, I'm entitled not to be horny. What, I have to want it all time? You know what I've been going through with my brother and niece. I really dislike how you're making me feel now."

She finished shaving her vulva and gave him her back.

He expelled an aching sigh, leering at the bloom of her pert butt. "Ellie, I'm sorry; I didn't mean anything by it. We don't have to if you don't want to. Lord knows we'll have plenty of chances to over the weekend."

"That's right." She spun back around. "I'm really going through a tough time now, and I'll appreciate it if you can be more understanding about this and respect the fact that I might not be horny for a while."

The sight of her large, pale breasts perfectly sagging over a taut stomach wasn't helping his cause when his cock jerked, so testily engorged.

"Jason?"

He looked back into her eyes, banishing her to-die-for features from his mind. "Yeah; sure thing," he quickly said, eager to please. "And if I can help in any way..."

Ellie smile, appeased. "Now this is the man I love and wanna marry. Thank you, babe."

He smiled and gave her a kiss. "I'm off to the gym then. I'm assuming you'll be gone by the time I get back?"

"Yeah, go bulk up some more, you juicer..."

"Ellie...?"

"Probably, yeah. You have a great workout, babe."

He kissed her again, and she heard the front door close a minute later.

Ellie placed her head under the showerhead and allowed the water to cascade down her slim figure. Warm streams of water coursed down her abundant, natural rack before routing down her curves. She soaked her yellow loofah in the nutritious coconut and passion fruit bathing lotion and trailed it gently down her feminine frame. She watched how the scented, cleansing lather formed on her fair skin as she was pondering those unsettling changes in her psyche.

"Jason is super-hot. He has an awesome-looking bod, and I love him, and even if I hadn't, I'm certainly not lusting after my own brother." She dragged the loofah down to her freshly shaved pussy and pondered some more. "It's not my fault. This is a natural reaction I'm having. It doesn't mean anything."

She scrubbed her slit thoroughly, aware that it was in greater need of attention than the rest of her. As soon as she'd stepped out of the pool, she realized that she'd been trickling for some time now, and she could easily whiff herself.

"Yeah, Oliver is hot, but all I'm doing is just objectively appreciating it, nothing more. What, a girl can't look anymore? It's not a crime."

She dug a finger between her puffy labia and gave it a nice upstroke to make sure that she was indeed clean. That rub didn't agree with her at all as she felt the wetness from within countering her cleaning endeavors.

"God, I'm so wet and horny... The Hulk would have a field day if he knew how right he was." She wanted to remove her rubbing finger, yet she was struggling. "I have to stop thinking about him like that. He's not a Hulk. He's my gorgeous fiancé, and he does it for me more than anyone or anything; in fact, I'm gonna prove that to myself right at this moment by masturbating to him and having an enormous come."

She seized the showerhead and lay comfortably on the bathmat. She set the water flow to the strongest stream and propped her feet on both lips of the tub before shutting her blue eyes. She breathed in and out while pressing the showerhead to her clitoris and taunting her gap, focusing on Jason's sexy body and visualizing his hard dick probing into her cleft.

"Shove that cock in, Jason. Stop playing with me."

Her middle finger waved across her labia, stroking along, mimicking the teasing of the crown of his cock. She dug between her lips, loving him taunting her with his boner, with the promise of his hard meat stuffing her cunt. Her middle finger pushed deeper beyond her vaginal threshold, and Ellie moaned softly when encountering the warm fluids that eased his dick into her so many times before.