I opened my eyes and jumped as I realized my brother was still in my bed. He had startled me. We hadn't slept in the same bed for a while, since we started touching each other. We always finished and he would go back to his room. I stretched and moved slowly so as not to wake him. Squinting my eyes I saw that it was only 3 a.m. I sighed, I could never sleep in no matter how late I went to bed. I rolled back over and watched Jason, sleeping peacefully.
Jason and I were only a couple of years apart in age, me being the older. While we were growing up there was never any sexual tension between us. We were just siblings. We played together, we had mutual friends. We fought like all siblings do. I loved him; we were close. We were taught that family meant everything and they always came first. So even if I was fuming at him over some stupid prank he did or something he said, I still loved him; but I had never thought about having sex with him. We never spoke to each other about our relationships with the opposite sex. If we had opinions about who the other was dating we would talk about it. Usually we just said that whoever it was was either a bitch or an asshole. We never really chose the greatest of partners. But that was it, we had an everyday normal sibling relationship.
When I left for college we spoke less. I saw him when I would come home for the holidays, or he would confiscate the phone from Mom or Dad to tell me something that was going on but our relationship did not stay close while I was away. And then I received the worst phone call of my life.
Jason was on the other end and I had to calm him down. He was crying so hard I couldn't understand what he was saying, "brother, take a breath. I don't understand."
"Mom! Dad!"
"What about them?"
"They're, they're gone."
It didn't register with me what he meant.
"Gone where?"
"Goddamn it, Josie!"
I heard the phone being taken away from him and an unknown voice came on the line.
"This is Officer Stilton. Who am I speaking to?"
"I'm Josie, Jason's sister."
"Are you the daughter of Jenna and James Creighton?"
I huffed and wanted to say, "duh I just said." But bit my tongue and instead said, "Yes."
"There's been an accident. We are taking your brother, Jason to the hospital."
My first thought was, why are they calling me about this and not mom and dad. I was two states away. I couldn't pick Jason up from the hospital. Then I got angry at Jason. Was he drinking and driving? I would kill him.
"Um, okay. Have you informed my parents about this?"
"Miss. Your parents were also involved in the accident."
"Okay, are they being taken to the hospital too?"
"Miss, I'm sorry to inform you that your brother is the only survivor."
I had no words. This couldn't be happening. It couldn't be real. I felt like I was going to be sick. My hands came to my mouth and I breathed deeply. My voice was shaky when I was able to speak again, "Um. What hospital?" The officer told me where they were taking Jason. "Are his injuries serious?"
"He will probably be in the hospital for a while but you would need to speak to the doctor he sees to know the exact severity of his injuries. He is alive and speaking."
I wanted to yell that I knew that, Jason called me and the officer was speaking on Jason's phone.
"Okay. Tell Jason that I'm catching the next flight home."
It took me a while to get my things together. For what seemed like ages I couldn't stop crying. I couldn't think about what to do next, then how much stuff to take with me. But I finally managed to pull myself together and get a flight that left in four hours.
I got to the hospital and practically ran to Jason. One arm and one leg were strung up. His face was bruised; his eyes almost swollen shut.
"Jason."
His head turned to me and he gave a sigh of relief. I went to him not knowing if I should touch him. He was in so much pain. I decided that he could tell me to stop and bent over hugging him around the neck and kissing his forehead. His voice was groggy and horse when he spoke, "drunk driver."
"Shhhh.. We can talk about it later."
"No. Now. The guy was drunk. We were coming home from dinner. We had the green light. The guy just plowed right through the red. He hit Mom's side." Jason started weeping and I rubbed his head as tears came to my eyes.
"They had no chance. The car hit so hard. I heard them say that the only reason why I'm still here is because I was in the backseat."
His weeping grew harder. I did my best to console him but ended up having to call for the nurse and ask if he could have more pain meds. He fell asleep shortly after and I went to find his doctor.
"What is the extent of his injuries?"
"He was very lucky, Miss..."
"Call me Josie."
"Miss Josie. His right leg and arm are broken. That was the side of impact but so far he has no internal bleeding, no head trauma, or any other concerns. We are going to keep him overnight for monitoring and in the morning if there are only broken bones we will get them casted and he can go home."
I nodded and asked where the lobby was. I needed coffee, it was going to be a long night.
Jason moved in bed next to me and I snapped out of my thoughts. I looked at him. He was so beautiful. I wanted to reign kisses all over his face but instead I skipped ahead in my thoughts. I didn't need to relive what had happened to mom and dad again.
It took weeks for Jason to heal physically, mentally was a different story. He wouldn't get in a car. He would hyperventilate if you suggested it. He didn't want me getting in a car but we finally compromised. I had to work, we needed groceries and toiletries, ect. Jason's job was understanding and since he worked in the computer world they accommodated him and allowed him to work from home. I wasn't sure if that was a good idea. He needed to get out. He couldn't be a recluse for the rest of his life. But this was our first compromise, I could leave for work and things, I wouldn't force him to get in a car.
Nights were really bad for Jason; he had nightmares and most nights would wake up and come to my room. At first I would take him back to his bed and sit with him until he fell back to sleep; but soon when he would come in I would lift the blankets and he would lay next to me. He would put his head on my chest and hold me so tight. After a while, he would come in quietly, sometimes I wouldn't wake up. The next morning I would find us spooning. That's when the thoughts started for me. When I would wake up, his body against mine I started thinking about how much I liked it. My body would naturally react by pressing myself against him. I liked the feel of his strong arms around me. Then I started noticing that he would get hard. I ignored it for so long. I didn't want to, I had started looking at him differently, loving him differently once I began to take care of him. I started to catch him on the nights that I would wake up slowly rubbing his hardened parts on my buttcheeks. I wouldn't stop it. I would lay there pretending to be asleep letting him do what he wanted. He never took it any further than that.
Then that first time of touching came. The one he talked about last night. I had been seeing a guy, sort of. We worked together and though I would let him take me out in the afternoon either on lunch breaks or for dates during the day. That was it. I didn't drive at night. One of the compromises set forth by Jason and I. I knew the guy was getting frustrated. He asked me several times when we were, "you know going to "hook up. '' He would also ask why I wouldn't come out with him at night; why he couldn't come to my place, or me to his. I explained over and over again the situation with my brother but the guy never listened. I eventually told him to fuck off after he accused me and my brother of having a extremely weird relationship. I came home earlier that Saturday than expected and found Jason on the couch. He quickly turned off whatever he had been watching. He cleared his throat. I giggled, "what were you doing, watching porn?" He blushed, "you're home early."
I sat down next to him on the couch. I told him what had happened and then asked, "do you think our relationship is weird?"
He shook his head, "People don't understand. I couldn't live without you."
I shifted and hugged him close, "I couldn't be without you either."
I felt his hands embrace me and he pulled me tighter to him. When I went to pull back he stopped me, my lips inches from his. I sighed as I watched him come in and plant the softest kiss on my lips. He pulled back slightly, checking to see if I was going to freak out. When I didn't he kissed me again, harder and with more passion. We both moaned. I pulled back and looked at him, "you were watching porn."
"Shut up." He watched me to see what I would do next.
The thoughts that I had had for the past weeks won everything. I wanted him to get me off. I freed his cock from his pants and spread my legs, taking his hand and placing it on me. As I stroked his cock and he stroked me we laid the ground rules: Only touching, we could use anything to touch except the actual private part. No more sleeping in the same bed, that could lead to other things. No more kissing, that could also lead to more extreme things. Those things could never be done because we were siblings and though we loved each other and needed each other some things were just off limits. After the negotiations were done we focused on each other. My hand sliding up and down on the shaft of his cock, giving a little twist at the top. His fingers glided over my clit, so gently and slow, it was deliciously frustrating. I wanted him to go harder and faster even on that first day. We sat side by side getting each other off, not saying one word. The only sounds were us moaning and even those were low like we would get caught. My body started to tremble and my back arched as he began to bring me to orgasm. My hand tightened on his cock and his hips began to thrust with the rhythm I set. The only word that was spoken that first time was him softly saying, "yes," as we both came together.
We sat on the couch catching our breath. I looked over at him to see a smile on his face.
"We need to shake."
"What?"
"We need to shake on the deal we made."
This was something we did when we were younger. Any time we made a deal together he would always make us shake on it. To him that proved you could never break it.
I laughed, "coming together wasn't good enough?"
He bopped my nose and then held out his hand. I shook my head and took it. We nodded and in unison said, "deal."
"Now I'm going to change."
I looked at his sperm splattered shirt and smiled, "I will make dinner. I'm starving."
We never discussed it again. In the beginning we always met on the couch. We would basically take the same position as before, jack each other off and then go on like nothing happened. That was fine for a while, but I started wanting more and I knew he did as well. I started using other parts of myself. When I would find us laying opposite ways on the couch my feet would venture to his cock. I would start rubbing his dick over his shorts, then soon enough he would pop it out and I would clamp my feet to him until he came. I liked these nights because he would always move above me, pull up my skirt and move his fingers around me. I'd bring my forehead to his chest and grind on his hand until I was spent. He would look down at me then, eyes full of lust and the want for more. I always wanted to kiss him to bring him to me but a deal was a deal.
