Ross Gives Monica Valentine's Gift

Friends - S08E15

Monica - Pheobe, I want to show you something in the bathroom

Pheobe - Oh, Monica, grow up.

Ross - Hey, what have you got behind your back?

Monica - Nothing just....just something I want to get Pheobe's opinion on for valentine's day.

Ross - You don't want my opinion?

Monica - Not really.

Ross - Oh, come on. I'm your older brother - Ask me.

Monica - Oh, okay big brother. Which one of these do you think will make your little sister look hotter so your best friend will want to do her.

Ross - *looks away blushing* The red one!!

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Monica blushes as she looks over the outfit her brother picked out for her, then, after a moment's hesitation, decides to wear it.

Monica and Chandler had been trying for a baby for quite some time now, and Monica was determined to make this night special for two very important reasons:

1) It was Valentine's Day, and

2) She was ovulating.

The timing couldn't have been better. Glancing at the clock, she saw it was already 8 p.m. Knowing Chandler, there was a good chance he might have forgotten it was Valentine's Day -- or more importantly, that she was ovulating. Deciding it couldn't hurt to remind him, she picked up the phone to give him a gentle nudge.

Monica dialed Chandler's number, trying to keep her tone light as he picked up.

"Hey, honey! Just wanted to check that you'll be home on time tonight," she said hopefully.

There was a pause on the other end before Chandler replied, sounding apologetic. "I'm so sorry, honey. Looks like I won't be able to get back to New York tonight. My report is due tomorrow, and I'm stuck here finishing it up."

Monica's heart sank. "But Chandler, it's Valentine's Day... and you know I'm ovulating," she added softly, the disappointment clear in her voice.

"I know, honey, and I'm really sorry," Chandler said. "I'll make it up to you as soon as I get there, I promise."

She sighed, a hint of sadness creeping into her tone. "Yes... you better."

"I love you," he said gently.

"Love you too," she replied, managing a small smile before hanging up.

Monica felt a wave of sadness wash over her. All her friends would be spending Valentine's Day with their partners--everyone, that is, except Ross. He had gone through a rough breakup a couple of months ago and was still single.

"Well," Monica thought to herself, "instead of spending the night alone, maybe I'll spend it with Ross."

With that, she picked up her phone and called him.

Monica dialed Ross's number, smiling as she heard him pick up.

"Hey, big brother! Sup?"

"Oh, hey, Monica," Ross replied with a sigh. "I was just about to start a movie... since I don't exactly have other plans tonight," he added, his tone tinged with sadness.

"Perfect! Come over, then. We can have a nice dinner together," Monica offered.

"Come over?" Ross sounded surprised. "Aren't you supposed to be spending 'quality time' with Chandler?"

Monica rolled her eyes. "Nah, he's spending his 'quality time' stuck in Yemen on work."

Ross laughed. "Oh! Okay then, I'll come over."

"And bring whatever movie you were watching," she added.

Ross hesitated. "Uh, it's kind of a 'watch alone' movie... if you know what I mean."

"Oh, grow up, Ross!" she teased. "Just bring it. We'll watch together."

"Alright, sis," he said with a chuckle before hanging up.

After a while, the doorbell rang, and Monica opened the door. Ross's heart skipped a beat when he saw her wearing the dress he had picked out for her. "Wow, Monica looks so hot," he thought, then immediately felt a pang of guilt for letting his thoughts drift to his sister in such a way.

"Hey Ross, come on in if you're done staring at me," Monica said, her voice laced with teasing humor.

Ross quickly snapped out of his daze, realizing he'd been staring at Monica with his mouth slightly open.

"Uh, oh! Hey Monica," he stammered, flushing slightly. "You're looking amazing."

As Ross stepped inside, the warmth of the apartment and the aroma of a home-cooked meal filled his senses.

Monica greeted him with a smile, already setting the table. The soft lighting from the kitchen and the glow of a few candles on the dining table made the atmosphere intimate, though not in the usual romantic way. It felt more like a cozy, sibling gathering.

"Everything smells great," Ross commented as he hung up his jacket.

Monica grinned, her eyes bright with excitement. "I made your favorite. Chicken parmesan, and I even remembered the garlic bread you like."

"Perfect," Ross replied, his lips curling into a smile. He took a seat at the table as Monica served him a generous portion of food. As they began eating, they chatted about mundane things--work, life updates, and the small frustrations that came with it. There was an ease to the conversation, one that made Ross feel more relaxed than he had all day.

Ross' mind was stuck around the face how hot Monica was looking in that dress. Ross started getting an hard on just thinking about his sister.

As they finished the meal, Monica cleared the table, and Ross helped her, glad to be doing something normal and unremarkable.

Afterward, they moved to the couch, where they settled in to watch a movie, just as Monica had promised. It was just the two of them, enjoying the simplicity of family and the quiet bond they shared.

Ross and Monica settled into the couch, the soft glow of the television screen casting shadows around the room. They had chosen a movie, something lighthearted at first, but as the minutes passed, the plot began to take a more unexpected turn. Before long, intimate scenes started playing on the screen.

Monica, who had been casually sipping her drink, suddenly felt her cheeks flush. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her gaze flickering to Ross for a moment before quickly turning back to the screen. Her face turned a deep shade of red as the scenes unfolded, each one more suggestive than the last.

Trying to keep her composure, Monica cleared her throat and, with a teasing smile, glanced over at Ross. "Well, Ross, you weren't lying," she said, her voice slightly strained but amused. "This movie certainly has some very raw... erotic scenes."

Ross, equally caught off guard by the sudden intensity of the movie, cleared his throat as well. He tried to avoid making eye contact with Monica, focusing instead on the screen, though his own face was starting to redden.

Feeling a rush of embarrassment, Ross quickly grabbed a cushion and placed it on his lap, hoping to discreetly cover the unexpected bulge forming in his pants. He shifted uncomfortably, avoiding Monica's gaze, silently willing the moment to pass without her noticing.

As they sat together, Ross glanced at Monica, a hint of guilt in his eyes. "I'm really sorry you're stuck spending Valentine's Day with me instead of Chandler," he said softly.

Monica gave him a reassuring smile. "It's not your fault, Ross. Chandler's the one who should be sorry. Besides," she added with a sigh, "the only reason I wanted to be with him tonight was because I'm ovulating. We've been trying to have a baby for a while now, and... well, it hasn't been easy."

Ross nodded, understanding the frustration she was feeling. "That sounds tough, Monica. I had no idea."

Monica looked away for a moment, her smile fading slightly. "Yeah. We thought it would happen by now. But sometimes... things don't go as planned."

Ross shook his head, a hint of frustration in his voice. "Chandler is such an idiot. I mean, instead of spending the night with someone as... as hot as you, he's off doing office work. If I were in his place..."

He stopped abruptly, the weight of what he'd almost said hitting him like a ton of bricks. His face turned crimson as he realized the implication of his words.

Monica raised an eyebrow, a curious smile playing at her lips. "If you were in his place...?" she prompted, her tone light yet teasing, waiting for him to finish the sentence.

Ross stammered, fumbling for words. "Uh, never mind. Forget I said anything," he mumbled, looking away, desperately hoping to shift the topic.

Monica gave Ross a playful nudge, not letting him off the hook. "Come on, Ross. Finish what you were going to say."

Ross hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. "Alright, fine," he muttered, feeling his face warm. "I just meant... if I were in Chandler's place, I wouldn't miss any opportunity to, well... make love to you."

Monica's cheeks flushed deeply, surprised by his honesty. She looked down, biting her lip before responding. "Honestly, even if Chandler had come tonight, I'm not sure it would have made a difference."

Ross raised an eyebrow, curious. "Why do you say that?"

She sighed, looking conflicted. "Because... he's not exactly great in bed. He, uh... doesn't last long, and..." She paused, glancing away. "And I don't think he's able to release enough fluid, you know, for us to have a baby. But I can't tell him that. It would just crush him."

Hearing Monica's quiet confession, Ross felt his mind racing, an idea forming that he knew was dangerous--a plan that could change everything between them. It was a risk, one that could either bring them closer or shatter their relationship. But the thought of helping her, of being close to her, was irresistible.

He couldn't deny how drawn he was to her--the way her voice softened when she spoke, the warmth in her eyes, even the faint scent of her perfume. It stirred something in him that he couldn't ignore, and for the first time, he wondered if she might feel it too.

Ross knew the thought was forbidden, crossing a line no brother should ever even consider. Yet, he found himself unable to push it away. The idea lingered, charged and reckless, making his heart race.

Ross hesitated, then looked at Monica with a glint of determination in his eyes. "I... I think I have an idea that could help you, you know, with getting pregnant."

Monica's curiosity was piqued. She tilted her head, studying him. "Really? What is it?"

Ross took a deep breath, glancing away for a moment before meeting her gaze again. "I'll tell you... but only if you promise not to get mad."

Monica laughed softly, trying to lighten the sudden tension. "Alright, I promise. What's your idea?"

Ross shifted uncomfortably, gathering his thoughts before speaking. "I, uh... haven't been with anyone in four months," he admitted, glancing away.

Monica raised an eyebrow, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "So what?"

He took a deep breath, deciding to just say it. "What if... I helped you get pregnant tonight?" He looked at her, his expression serious. "In a way, we'd both get what we want."

Monica's face flushed deeply, her mind reeling with disbelief at Ross's suggestion. She looked at him, struggling to gather her thoughts, and finally managed to speak.

"Ross... why would I even consider sleeping with you?" she asked, her voice a mixture of shock and nervous laughter. "If I were going to go down that road, I could just ask Joey, or... I don't know, any other guy besides my own brother."

She searched his face, trying to make sense of the moment, her heart racing with the weight of what he had just proposed.

As Monica paced back and forth, her thoughts tangled, Ross stepped forward, his expression resolute. "Monica," he said, his tone unwavering, "you can't sleep with Joey. He can't keep a secret from Chandler." He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "And as for any random guy, you can't do that either. You don't want a stranger to be the father of your child. You need someone you can trust."

Monica stopped and looked at him, her confusion evident. Ross took a deep breath, his eyes softening. "And as for why me... well, Monica, I'm really attracted to you." His voice was filled with a blend of sincerity and longing, leaving Monica speechless as she processed his unexpected confession. "All I've been thinking since the moment I got here is to take you to bed and do unspeakable things with you."

Monica's face was a whirlwind of emotions--her cheeks flushed with a deep, vivid pink, her eyes filled with a mixture of confusion, anger, and something else she couldn't quite place. She stared at Ross, the words catching in her throat as she tried to make sense of the situation.

"No, Ross," she said, her voice shaky but firm. "We can't do this. It's... it's incestuous." Her words hung heavily in the air. "Not only are you my brother, but I'm also your bestfriend Chandler's wife. This would be wrong, on so many levels."

But as she spoke, she felt a confusing mix of emotions stirring inside her. Her body, however, seemed to betray her. Just by the thought of sleeping with her brother was making her wet.

Ross looked at her, his expression pleading. "Please, just reconsider," he said softly.

I really want to do it with you Monica. I'm sure it will benifit you too in getting pregnant. I'm sure Rachel must have told you how good I am in bed, how long I last & how much I ejaculate.

It was true. Her roommate has given her great details about her sex life when she use to date her brother.

"But Ross...." Ross sits near monica & pulling her closer gives her a deep kiss on her lips. "No buts Mon. Please"

Monica unable to control any longer gives into her forbidden desires. "Please lock the main door & follow me to bedroom Ross & show me how good you are in bed"

Monica kisses him passionately and heads towards bedroom.

Ross entered Monica's room, closing the door behind him. A wave of nervous anticipation washed over him, filling his stomach with butterflies as he wondered what the night might hold.

His erection was a prominent bulge in his pants. Monica's petite hand covered it and she began rubbing it. Ross leaned in and kissed her once again. Their mouths passionately engaged. Their lips and tongues spoke of their lust. They each uttered soft sounds spurring.  onward both themselves and each other.

She simply took hold of his belt and began undressing her brother. The leather was unclasped, the button undone, the zipper pulled down. His shirt was unbuttoned and pushed off his shoulders to collapse onto the floor behind him. The whole time, they looked at each other, soberly, nervously. Her hand dipped into his underwear. Ross whimpered slightly as he felt his little sister beginning to stroke his cock. She pulled it out and without a word, knelt down in front of him.

Ross watched as his dick entered Monica's mouth. The head disappeared past her perfect lips, and he felt the warmth of her mouth covering it.

Monica's head slowly started bobbing on his cock. Sliding on and off in an easy pace and rhythm, hiding well the jitters in her mind. She sucked and licked and bobbed, and soon Ross' entire shaft was coated in her saliva.

Her head dove forward, taking half his dick, then she slowly pulled back, then she dove forward again... and slowly back. Soon her head settled into a steady rhythm that brought moaning pleasure to Ross. He listened to her pant through her nose and give muffled sounds of enjoyment.

He left her mouth as she recovered a deep breath. "You like that?" she asked, taking his dick back in her hands. As she listened to his answer, she ran her pursed lips up and down the side of his shaft. "Yeah, I knew you would," she smiled and licked.

He wanted so much to cum. His heart pounded nervously at the thought of cumming in his beautiful sister's mouth. He looked down at her; brown eyes shining, hair slightly tousled, mouth clamped, lips sucking. "Ohmigod, Mon," he murmured. "You're so beautiful." Monica slowly winked a thank you at him.

He held her head in his hands, rocking his hips forward and back. She gagged slightly when he poked a bit too far.

Ross used Monica's mouth for his pleasure a little while longer, then pulled out and caressed her cheek with his dick. She closed her eyes, and moaned softly as he rubbed his cock all over her face.

Then he went back in, face-fucking her more rapidly.

Ross took his cock out of Monica's mouth and knelt in front of her. "I want to touch you," he simply said.

His hand slid downward, and as it went back up under her skirt. Monica spread her legs, giving her brother access to herself.

Her look was permissive and desirous. She gasped slightly, as he found that she was already quite wet. Ross pushed her legs apart even more, bringing her pussy into view. He gently rubbed his fingertips along her smooth labia.

"Oh Ross," she whispered.

He bent down and traced the tip of his tongue slowly up her inner thigh, along the tendons brought taut by her widely spread legs, and right to her waiting pussy. She watched him, expectantly, and uttered a slight "oh!" as his tongue finally touched her pussy.

He tentatively licked at her lips. "Mmmm," she moaned in response, biting her lower lip.

Ross' licking became more confident, as he induced pleasurable moans in her. Monica watched him intently, still clutching the towel around her body, as if exposing her breasts would be going too far.

"Oh Ross, yes," she moaned.

Ross loved hearing these sounds from his sister. He found Monica's voice to be more erotic than he'd ever imagined. He kept licking away, making her moan over and over.

As he pleasured her, he wanted to put his cock where his tongue was. He wanted to stick it in her, just at that moment. He wanted to get up and push it in and start pumping Monica's body.

He wanted to do Monica in a way that would be so hot, so sensual, so erotic, that neither of them would ever forget.

Ross stoped & stood up looking deeply into Monica's eyes. Monica knew exactly what his brother wanted next.

"Do you want to take my clothes off, or do you want to watch me do it?" Monica asked, willing to fulfill any direction Ross would give.

In a silent answer, Ross began pulling Monica's dress over her head. Such an intimate act, of one person undressing another, was never intended to be shared by siblings. They both felt a rush at this forbidden act, in spite of how everything they'd shared to this point in the evening was also far too taboo.

Ross' heart skipped a beat as he scanned her body. Her hard nipples displayed the arousal that was mimicked in her pussy.

He spent several moments touching and feeling his gorgeous sister's breasts. They fit perfectly in his hands. Ross began licking & biting her nipples. "Ouch!!" Slowly Ross. "Sorry Mon" said Ross continues pressing her breast.

"Ross I can't hold any longer. Please give it to me" Monica said.

"What do you want Monica tell me clearly." Monica hesitates"Please Ross, don't make me say it."

"Monica I want you to say it." he said. With cheeks flushing deep red Monica said "Ross I want you to fuck me" Put your dick inside your little sister.

Ross obediently pulled out and Monica rolled over. Her hips rested on the edge of the bed and her legs trailed out behind her. Ross stood between them. She lay there; her body gently shaking in anticipation. Then she felt the skin of Ross' cockhead touch her wet pussy lips. She closed her eyes to focus on her cunt as it was slowly filled with her brother's cock.

Ross began fucking his sister's ass. Monica moaned at the sensation of her brother's long dick sliding in and out of her pussy. Ross' hands caressed and squeezed Monica's tight little ass. Soon he was pushing her hips down into the bed, keeping her body from moving away from him as he fucked her.

"AAAAAAHHHH! AAAAHHHH!" was all she could utter.

"Oh god, Ross," was all she could manage, the climax pulling her focus inward. She had no idea that her brother's cock could give her so much pleasure. But there it was, still thrusting in and out of her, still keeping her erotic high going.