A Brother's Love

The air stilled between them. Time stood still for several long moments.

Lena felt the quick throb of Kit's heart where she clutched her hand to his chest; she felt the throb of her ankle, the pressure of his fingers on her arms as he steadied her, the cool trickle of tears on her cheeks, but everything seemed to have a ethereal quality, as though she were dreaming.

She prayed she wasn't dreaming. She prayed that she wouldn't wake up from this happiness.

Kit was in love with her!!

It was more than she could have dared to hope for.

But the moments stretched into minutes as they stood there and Lena feared that her words had come out all wrong again. Kit just stood there, frozen it seemed, his expression slowly changing from pain to shock. His lips parted and his dark eyebrows hitched slightly but they were his only movements.

"You don't know how long I've wanted this..." Lena whispered, unable to stand the endless silence anymore. Why wasn't he kissing her? She was desperate to know the feel of his lips on hers, to know their taste. "I thought you'd hate me if I told you and I couldn't bear it, Kit, I couldn't face losing you..."

Kit's fingers flexed on her arms, pulling her a little closer to his chest; at the same time his expression cleared and his eyes began to shine. "I told you..." he whispered, lowering his head so he was just inches from hers. Lena could smell that spicy scent of his, all cinnamon and wood smoke. "No matter what you do or what you say...you could never make me hate you." He repeated his own words to her and this time, she couldn't help but believe it. "I love you Lena and nothing is going to stop that...you understand?"

Lena felt tears threaten again as she broke into a smile and nodded vigorously. "And I love you too Kit," she replied. She reached her hands up around his neck; he released his hold on her arms and carefully wound his arms around her waist. "Now I'd really like it if you'd stop talking...and kiss me."

Kit laughed deeply and pulled her tight against him, lifting her off her feet. His mouth was soft and warm when it met hers and it was better than she'd dreamt a thousand times. His tongue, gently probing against hers, tasted sweet and reminded her of chocolate cookie dough. Her fingers sank into the hair at the back of his head as she pulled his face closer, wanting to taste more.

Kit walked her backwards, slowly inching them to the edge of her bed. He carefully laid her down, never once breaking their kiss as his body followed hers, half resting on the mattress beside her so he didn't crush her. Lena felt the solid weight of him on top of her body, felt the gentle caress of his hand as it slid under her t-shirt, gently stroking the skin at the small of her back.

Lena felt her heart flutter at the touch of his fingers, coupled with an entirely new sensation; an intense ache in the pit of her belly that made her feel hot and excited all at once. She found her own hands moving down to Kit's waist, her fingers finding their way beneath his clothes to the hot, hard flesh beneath. She felt him shiver as her fingers slid up his back and down again. She wanted to feel his skin against hers, to have him naked in her bed and do those things to her that no man ever had. She wanted her first time to be with Kit; she couldn't imagine it any other way.

As she began to tug at his clothes, trying to take his t-shirt and jumper off in one go, Kit suddenly broke their kiss. Lena almost cried out at the sudden loss of his lips. Then she saw his eyes and felt that it was worth it, just to see the look he held; she'd never seen him so full of fire and happiness; his eyes were dancing as if they contained a thousand grey-blue flames from another world. They stared at each other breathlessly, Kit's face just inches above hers.

"We don't have to..." he began, swallowing hard. "I mean...I don't want to rush this. I don't want to rush you...or us. Okay?"

Lena wasn't sure whether to smile or frown. "Don't you want to?" She asked nervously.

Kit looked incredulous. "You have no idea how much I want to Le, but...I'm not going anywhere, okay?" He said, smiling softly.

"You better not." Lena whispered.

"I'm just saying." Kit growled, closing the gap between them so they were almost nose to nose. "There's no rush."

Lena kissed him again, savouring his warm, sweet lips and letting out a soft moan. She could feel Kit's warm body above hers and the solid press of his growing erection against her thigh and the thought filled her with longing. She didn't want to wait anymore.

"I don't want to wait. I want to feel you inside me Kit." Her voice was soft and filled with all the plea she could manage. She prayed he wouldn't leave her wanting.

*

Kit groaned at her words and let his teeth find her bottom lip. He wanted nothing more than to strip her naked and take her there and her sweet words were tipping him over the edge. He'd said there was no rush, but it took all his willpower not to hurry this first moment with her, just to satisfy the sudden burn of lust running through his veins.

He kissed her deeply, letting her know how much he wanted her. He knew his cock was growing hard against her leg, finally glad to be allowed some free rein.

Kit sat back on his knee's for a second, straddling her hips, and looked down at her beneath him. He couldn't help the goofy smile that was creeping across his face. Then he slipped the jumper and t-shirt from his back and threw them on the floor beside the bed. He felt Lena's eyes trail down his body, letting her gaze linger where she liked. Kit allowed her time to look, whilst taking in every feature of her face and recording it to his memory; he didn't want to forget a single moment of this.

"See something you like, Miss Harris?" Kit whispered.

His hands brushed against her hips, sliding up underneath the thin white material of her t-shirt and finding her smooth, soft abdomen. Lena shivered and smiled.

"Oh, I saw it a long time ago, Mr Alden...I just haven't had a chance to...examine...you properly before." She answered.

Kit pushed her t-shirt up a few inches, exposing her belly button. He grinned and lowered himself to kiss her stomach and hips, just as he'd desired when he'd seen her working in the stables earlier that day. Her skin was delicious and warm, trembling beneath his mouth in what he hoped was excitement.

Her fingers delved back into his hair for a brief moment, but Kit couldn't help himself; he wanted more of her, wanted to see and kiss every part of her naked body. His hands found her arms and he pulled her up with him as he moved away, so they were both sitting upright. His fingers slid beneath her t-shirt, this time pushing all the way up until she lifted her arms and he removed it completely.

He kissed her sweet lips, running his fingers down through her hair to cup the back of her neck. His mouth followed, kissing down her jaw, to her ear, then down the sweet and slender column of her neck. Lena let her head fall back as her breathing increased.

His fingers brushed her shoulders and he gently pushed her back onto the bed so he could look at her properly.

The air rushed out of him as he took in the sight of her perfect breasts, encased in a snug, midnight blue bra that made her skin look pale and all the more beautiful. He traced the silky black trim of the garment with his index finger, down over the swell of one breast and up the other. Her chest rose and fell rapidly beneath his touch, her breathing quick and nervous as he gazed at her.

"Kit?" Lena's voice was a terrified little breath on the air, barely enough to make a sound.

Kit looked up into her eyes and gave her a smile that he hoped said it all. "Now I know I'm not dreaming..." he whispered. "You're more beautiful than I could ever dream."

Lena blushed deeply and the sight of her pink cheeks made his cock surge with desire. A thought rose to his mind at the sight of her and he suddenly frowned.

His mouth dropped a little and he didn't know how to ask what he wanted to. "Lena...are you..." the desire to say 'sexually active' sprang to mind, a stupid memory of 'those' talks from when he was in his teens; all the adults he knew seemed to like those words; they made him cringe. "Have you ever...done this...before?"

He swallowed hard, nervous of her answer. He hadn't wanted to contemplate it before.

He could still recall the time Matt had caught her giving some guy head in front seat of the little punk's car and how it had made him feel; hurt and angry and a whole lot of other things he now recognised as jealousy. The idea of her innocence being taken by some little good-for-nothing pisswatch made him sick. He rarely drank (the only good thing to come from his time with Malcolm) but that night he'd eagerly drowned the thoughts away until they were little more than a distant memory.

Since then he'd tried not to think of it at all. He'd assumed she'd be fooling around like all the girls of her age in a way, but at the same time, he vowed never to think of it again.

He didn't want the thought to ruin the moment but he had to ask; if it was her first time, he had to be more careful with her, make sure it was special.

Her cheeks were scarlet now, her blush spreading across her chest and making her pale skin glow pink.

"Um...no." Lena answered meekly. Kit felt himself let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding. "I've never...done anything...not since that time...last summer..."

Kit nodded, not needing her to explain further. He gave her a reassuring smile and kissed her passionately, releasing the tension that had grown between them. Lena arched her body up to meet his and he slid an arm underneath her. His hand found the catch of her bra and unlatched the little metal teeth. Then he smoothed his hand underneath the flimsy straps of material, easing them from underneath her body and slowly releasing her breasts from their dark blue wrapping.

Kit felt himself stiffen to an almost agonising level as he took in the sight of her smooth, creamy breasts; her nipples were taut and pink, reminding him of little cherries on top of a cake. Kit sucked one into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. Lena arched and moaned in pleasure. He let himself indulge in the sweet taste of her skin, sucking and nipping and licking each nipple until Lena was begging him not to stop.

Kit nibbled his way up to her neck then and almost grinned when he saw Lena's pout. "I said 'don't' stop..." she muttered, trying to feign annoyance.

Kit laughed darkly. "I've just got started..." he said.

With careful movements, he slid off the bed and knelt on the floor beside her bed. His fingers unlatched the button of her jeans and slowly slid them down her thighs, revealing panties in the same dark blue and black trim material as her bra. Kit paid great attention to her bad ankle as he slid the jeans down her legs, inch by slow inch so as not to jolt her sprain. Lena winced as the material brushed over her foot but didn't make a sound.

Kit stood, his gaze falling to her almost naked body. Lena lay back on the bed, trying not to look self-conscious. Kit trailed his eyes down her beautiful body; her skin was the creamy colour of a pheasants egg, glowing a little under the golden light of her bedroom; her long legs looked a little too skinny, just like they had when she was younger; he could see the faint, pearly line of an old scar on her knee and a dark freckle right at the top of her thigh that he never knew was there.

Kit gently brushed his fingers up the backs of her calves, up across her knees...he leaned his head towards the middle of her thighs and lightly kissed that little freckle as though it were an old friend; with his head so close to her panties, he could smell her sweet, musky scent and knew she was wet for him.

With his body burning for her, he looped his fingers under the waistband of her panties and met her eyes, nervous and wide above him.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked.

Lena smiled and nodded quickly but her nervousness remained. Kit held her gaze for another moment before easing her panties down her legs. Kit was pretty sure he groaned, just a little, when he looked up at her completely naked body; he could see the perfect, untouched valley between her thighs, her pussy smooth but for a neat little patch of mousy curls and he could see the shine of her excitement against her pink skin.

Kit's cock felt unbearably uncomfortable inside his jeans now and all he wanted was to press his naked body against hers so he stood and unbuttoned the dark material. Lena's eyes were as wide as saucers as he pulled himself free from his remaining clothes and she didn't blink once. Her gaze was fixated on his large cock and she swallowed hard, making Kit's erection jerk in excitement. She looked terrified.

"Hey..." He said, sitting beside her on the bed. He brushed his fingers along her jaw and into her hair and she closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. "What's wrong?"

Lena swallowed again. "I...You're a lot bigger than..." She laughed nervously and averted her eyes to the floor, embarrassed.

Kit laughed softly and kissed her. "Don't worry, okay? I'll go slow, I promise, and if it hurts, we can stop. There's no rush, remember?" he said.

Lena smiled weakly and nodded. "Also...I'm scared you...that I'm not...pretty...enough...like your other girlfriends were..." her voice was barely a whisper when she finished.

Kit's heart sank.

He took her face in both hands and made her look at him. "Are you crazy? Did you not hear me Le? You are the SEXIEST and SMARTEST girl I have EVER met. You're a thousand times prettier than anyone I know." His voice was bordering a growl. He was almost angry that she would consider it. But she was too cute to be mad at. So he laughed and shook his head, showing his disbelief. "I'm more turned on right now than I've ever been in my life and all I've done is take your clothes off!"

Lena smiled shyly, the pinkness returning to her cheeks. After a moment, she bit her lip and looked at him under her long lashes, the picture of innocence. "I've gone and ruined our moment now, haven't I?" she asked.

Kit chuckled and pushed her back on the bed. "Not possible. Only Matt turning up right now could do that and I happen to know he's away for the entire night."

Lena curled her fingers around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. "Good. Then I get to keep you in my bed all night." she murmured.

Kit let his weight press against her, relishing the feel of her naked body beneath his. He loved the feel of her soft breasts pressed against his chest and the silky heat of her body. His erection pushed against her stomach, it's swollen head poking at her belly button, whilst his balls tickled the junction of her thighs. Lena slid the sole of one foot down the back of his leg; she curled her ankle around his calf, making her legs spread a little.

Kit kissed his way down her body, light, feathery licks and nibbles down her neck, then deeper, sensuous sucking of one little taut nipple. He lingered for a moment, twirling a nipping the bud between his teeth to make her breathing increase, then down, down her smooth stomach and across her hips...

*

Lena gasped.

What was he doing with his face down there? She wanted him to kiss her nipples again; it made her feel a rush of excitement, surging up in hot, fluttery waves from her core, the place Kit had his mouth dangerously close to.

Lena's hands were in his hair, tugging gently with desire for him to continue and desire to make him stop. She didn't know which emotion she wanted to win out.

Kit darted his eyes up from between her spread legs, looking at her from under a sweep of mussed up dark hair. His eyes were full of that irresistible grey fire, sending waves of heat beneath her skin as he flashed her a look of pure fiendish passion. He had a half smile on his lips, slightly crooked, as if he knew what she were thinking and found it amusing.

He gently nipped at the skin above her inch strip of pubic hair and Lena almost yelped. Her legs jerked apart a little more and the sudden movement reminded her that her ankle was pretty hurt, but then Kit was flicking his tongue lower and lower and she couldn't think of anything but that. He held her gaze, his eyes dancing with laughter as her eyes grew wider and wider. Then his mouth encircled her clit and he sucked her there and Lena gasped with pleasure.

She drove her hands into his hair, any thought of making him stop stripped away with each flick of his tongue. He kissed her pussy as though he were kissing a long lost love; full of passion and desire and want. Lena moaned as the fingers of his right hand trailed down her inner thigh and came to meet his dancing mouth. He slid the tip of his middle finger inside her wet opening and paused. Lena couldn't help her desires as her hips bucked forward; his long finger slid further inside her and Lena moaned again.

Kit slid that finger all the way inside and Lena could feel every inch of it pushing at the walls of her inside. She could feel her pussy clenching around his long digit as his tongue flicked and circled her clit, the two sensations making her wetter and wetter as hot excitement began to boil up inside her.

"Ohh...yes...mmn..." She gasped, tugging at his hair.

She felt her body writhing uncontrollably against Kit's mouth and hand, could feel all her muscles tightening like loaded springs, and she couldn't stop the rapid tempo of her breaths or the moans than fell from her lips. Her whole body felt like it was going to explode and it felt so...so...gooood.

"Ohhhh, please...yes...don't stop! Yes!"

Kit's finger slid in and out of her pussy, faster now, his finger curling up a little and rubbing against some little part inside her that felt even better than before. Lena scraped her feet up and down the bedcovers, trying to get a purchase on something as her world began to tip out of focus; she couldn't even feel the pain now, lost only to the waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Kit sucked her clit into his mouth as her thighs clasped the sides of his head, and thrust once more into her pussy with that long finger. "Oh God! YES!" she gasped. Lena felt herself fall off some invisible ledge as her body shattered and fell a thousand times in the space of a minute. She felt her pussy clenching wildly and cried out as she came on a man's hand for the first time in her life.

Seconds, maybe even minutes or hours later, Kit gently spread her now limp thighs and pulled his hand from her pussy. He kissed his way back up her belly, starting at her wet and tingling pussy and ending with his face hovering just inches from hers, his lips wet and smelling of her sex.

Lena finally managed to focus her eyes on him and gave a shy, if extremely pleased, smile. She couldn't believe Kit had managed to do that to her with just his mouth and one finger. She wanted to find out what the rest of him could do.

She kissed him as hard as she could, not caring where his mouth had just been, and Kit seemed taken back for a moment. In another second, his lips were meeting hers and their passion for each other was climbing again. She felt like she was high on him, on the things he could do to her, and she didn't want him to stop. In the wake of her climax, in those moments where his hands weren't touching her, she felt emptiness creeping in. She wasn't ready to stop yet; she wanted more.

Kit's erection was brushing against her thigh again and this time, she wanted to feel that. Something primal inside her drove her towards it, wanting nothing but the feel of his solid cock thrusting inside her again and again.

Letting her passion drive her, Lena found her fingers running down Kit's back, lightly trailing her nails and making him shiver.