BEYOND SIBLING RIVALRY
A sequel to 'It Was More Than A Trivial Pursuit'
They both said that it had been a special evening that they had spent together, the party at a mutual friend's place not going on late into the night, let alone into the early morning. Some had work to go to even on the weekend, others were still students, but they had all kept in touch and the network thrived because of it. For them, as on previous occasions, the important thing was that they had an unbreakable bond that no one could loosen let alone break.
"Archie?" Livy called out as she knocked gently on her stepbrother's bedroom door.
She was startled by it being opened so quickly and she took in his appearance in a single glance. His T-shirt fitted snugly and his baggy lounge pants seemed tight around his slender waist. He looked strong, fit, and healthy, yet she knew that he was not into obsessively exercising. He was light on his feet and danced with such rhythm, and to the beat, that she'd had to fight off the other girls who sought to claim his attention.
"I was going to come up to your room," he smiled and gazed admiringly at how her short pyjama set, with its tropical leaves and brightly feathered Toucan print, flattered and shaped her figure. "We had fun at the party and I don't want that to end."
"We've got some time, so I can stay until Mother comes home," she replied, brushing her fingers over his chest as she walked past him and into his room. "At least she texted me to say that she would be late coming home..."
"Or her new man makes her come."
"Archie!" she laughed in mock horror at what he had said. "I have been wondering about her and the man she's talked about, 'John' I think she said his name was. I guess it had to happen sometime. She's too young to go on living alone or without someone in her life."
He felt but a moment's pang of jealousy that Donna may have been claimed by a man she met at work and they had gone out for an evening with others. It had happened before, but she had never been out so late. He had become an emotional prop for Donna when Frank had left them, unlikely as it had then seemed until he had taken her to bed, or had she claimed him? It didn't matter, they had been complicit in pursuing frenzied fuck-fests whenever the opportunity arose.
It had all been illegal and immoral, and common sense had finally prevailed, but he now wondered if that would apply to how he felt about Livy who was petite and shapely, not as fleshy and buxom as her mother whom he had always thought of as Donna. He would only ever have one mother and Donna filled the emotional gap in his life that his adoption had brought down upon him.
As for his relationship with Olivia, or Livy, as she preferred to be called, they were friends and always had been, a scarcely noticeable difference in their bond never spoken of. As kids they were always in and out of each other's rooms; they would lie on his bed, or hers, and talk, read, even sleep until Frank and Donna had gotten up and they all had breakfast.
They shared confidences, Livy more open than he was or ever had been. Whenever they were in company, as at the party, they always seemed to drift through the throng and be together again, the grip of a bond particular to them too strong to break. It seemed that neither of them wanted that to happen.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked, sweetly, brushing her fingers over his lightly bearded face as she saw how serious Archie's look had become. Under the skin, of the happier party man, there was also a seam of introspection.
"I've been thinking about how I like being with you and that you haven't let what happened between Donna and Frank get to you."
He moved away from her and sat down on the edge of his bed and Livy settled down beside him. She saw how he stretched out his legs, the slenderness of his large feet, and threaded an arm through his and gripped Archie's strong hand as the other offered a slow caress to his bare arm and felt the bicep tense for a moment.
"You know why, should know why. We've always been close and in ways that are different from family. Oh, I know that everyone thinks of us as a brother and sister, but the reality's always been so different."
The few boyfriends she had known did not arouse the same feelings in her as Archie always did, and the emotional bond was morphing into something else, one that she never gave full voice to. It was an unrequited sexual torment.
"Even more so the older we get?" He asked it as he gazed across the narrow space between them and he met Livy's questioning look in her lovely eyes. "I...I want to kiss you...and to kiss you differently."
"I...I want that too," she stammered, taken by surprise to hear him speak so directly about something that had gnawed at her, until now.
Archie stood up suddenly and tugged on her hand so that he could draw her to him. Livy soon felt the effect that she had on him. Her heart fluttered and she felt her breath catch in her throat, and she squirmed in response to the turmoil in her tummy. Jeez, her pussy was leaking as her mind somersaulted in anticipation of what could happen between them. His erection kept brushing against her tummy and they moved against each other as if in a dance.
"You're strong, Archie so go slowly," she breathed hotly against his lips.
"We'll hear her when Donna comes back," he said, his breaths just as warm on her lips as they clung to each other.
"Yeah...yeah we will!" she gasped and realised that Archie wanted to fuck her and that they were acting as if it was perfectly normal for them to feel this way about each other. "I...I wondered how it would feel to have you touch me in...in the ways that you do now."
He kissed her on the lips and she clung to him as she felt the press of his erection against her tummy. His hands drifted over her shorts and gripped her bum. She groaned through their kisses, moved her head to vary the angle of his claims to her lips, his tongue pressing against them until they opened and she let him in.
"Where, Archie, you darling!" She clung to him, her body shivering in response to his touches and the continuing press of his penis against her. She decided it for them. "In my room...we'll have time to stop if we hear mother come home!"
♥
She felt so turned on, so ragingly aroused, by the thought of having sex with him. She had thought about it often enough, touched herself too when the frustration had become too much to bear, but she wanted him to be the one that she 'did it with'. She wanted that erection she had felt press against her tummy to be in her and for them to do something loving and tender, not wicked or depraved. She had been on his bed, even in it, often enough in years gone by but as they grew older it did not seem right to do what had felt natural, then.
Now, being loved...for them to fuck...felt a natural progression from those earlier and seemingly innocent times. Now, she felt him and he could feel her. Now they could kiss and their caresses would have a different purpose and become a prelude to them becoming lovers.
"It feels as if I've..." he began but his voice trailed off as Livy gripped him, his lounge trousers deformed by what he would bring to her.
