The door finally opened and closed softly. A small smile spread across her lips as he walked in ever so quietly and laid down next to her. She pressed into his muscled body, pressing her ass against him. He moaned softly and kissed the back of her head. His hands played on her arm, slowly running up and down the length, his fingers spreading at the top of her bicep gently kissing the side of her breast. This time she moaned and pressed against him harder.
His hand left her arm and moved to spread her buttcheeks, driving himself between her legs. He pumped his hips slowly back and forth; she could feel his hardness sliding between her thighs. It quickened her breath. His hands went back to her, kneading, caressing her breast, she moaned as he took her nipple between two fingers and gave a slight pinch. His lips played on her skull, her shoulders, he breathed deep taking in her scent. His hips continued their melodic rhythm as his fingers slowly started their descent. Passed her sternum, belly button, until they found what they were looking for. She moaned louder as his fingers gently played on her, slow circles driving her further into ecstasy, wanting him to go harder, faster, "make me come" she wanted to yell but she knew that wasn't the game. Everything was always so slow, so time consuming. Their breathing quickened, and so did his hips and fingers just a little. She wanted those fingers to go down further, slide into her, she wanted to feel some part of him inside. But that wasn't the agreement either.
He moved his fingers away and she gave a sad sound but was intrigued this had never happened before. His fingers found their way up to her lips and she softly licked them tasting herself. He shuddered and drove his hips harder. She clasped her thighs down hard around his manhood, jacking him off with her legs. He shuddered again and slightly turned her head so she was facing him now. He kissed her lips, also new but well wanted. She ran her tongue across his lips and moaned as his fingers went back to play. His fingers danced; he knew exactly how she needed it, the best way to get her off. His lips still on hers, he breathed and whispered,
"I want more."
"We agreed this was all we'd ever do."
"Yeah, but I need you. All of you."
"We can't."
"Who says?"
His fingers slid down further and very slowly slipped inside. She moaned loudly and her body arched.
She mumbled, "I don't know. The world. You're my brother."
"Who's going to know? Will you tell them?"
His fingers slid deeper into her. Her body started to shake; she was so close but he stopped moving.
"Well?"
"No. Who would I tell."
"Then let me have you."
His fingers started working again but so painfully slow it was almost infuriating. She was having a hard time deciding what to do. Why couldn't they take it to the next level? They had been relieving each other with hands, fingers, legs, since she came back home. There was no one to stop them. Neither of them had close friends, they had no other family.
She realized that his fingers had stopped moving again. She wiggled her hips a little to try to get them to start but he just smiled at her.
"Remember the first time? On the couch after you had dumped that jerk you were dating."
She tried moving her hips again but it still didn't work.
"Yes." was all she could think to say.