Every morning I wake up, I stare at my phone and carefully check every text message I might have missed. It has been one week since we left the club and Edwin still haven't called or texted me. I was drowned in the deep ocean of disappointment.
"A guy won't get your number for nothing. You just have to be patient." Perhaps Sally only said this to make me feel better. It is wrong in the first place to have sex with someone you met at the club. But nothing is right in my life: my dad's spanking, my brother's frequent harassment and my sexual relationships with college girl friends.
I was lost in thought when my brother entered my room and threw a pair of panties on my bed. "So you had fun last Friday night? You dirty whore!"
"How many times have I told you not to touch my laundry?" I yelled and quickly grabbed my panties. It was the pair I wore at the club and there was a big red blood spot in the centre.
My virgin blood is the full evidence of what I did. I have crossed the line the moment Edwin's deep penetration broke my hymen. For the first time in my life, I experienced the agony and the subsequent pleasure of sex. Tears slowly dripped down my eyes as I thought of the guy who took my virginity and never called me back.
"What do you think dad will do if he finds out about this?" he said slyly, his eyes sparkling with lust.
I held my brother's hand and pleaded, "Tom, my dear brother, please don't tell daddy anything. Last time he spanked me really hard and I'm still healing. I'll do anything for you if you keep the secret."
Tom smirked and slapped my face, leaving a bright red mark on my cheek. I collapsed on the floor and stared at him angrily. His lustful eyes were suddenly filled with sorrow and regret. He bent down, and caressed my face with his smooth palm.
I kissed his hand, sucked his long white fingers and gently bit his knuckles. Tom let out a moan. "Sorry, sister. I apologize for hurting you." As he planted soft kisses on my cheek, I noticed the gradual erection beneath his tight jeans.
"Does slapping me turn you on?" I asked as I buried my teeth in his shoulder.
"OUCH!" He patted my head and sniffed my hair. "Easy, easy baby. I love you and your body. I don't mean to hurt you. You don't know how jealous I was when I saw that fucking blood spot on your panties."
"Why are you jealous? I thought you don't give a shit about me."
"I thought I would be the person who takes your...umm......virginity." He said as he put his hand inside my T-shirt and started to rub my belly. "I know when girls do it the first time, it hurts from here....to.....there....." he said as he slid his hand from my abdomen down to my pussy, pushing his fingers inside my vagina.
"Oh no...please....I can't take this anymore..." I moaned and trembled as my dirty brother played with my body, sending endless sensation between my inner thigh and my groin.
We made out on the kitchen floor and our bodies mingled. I bit his neck while he held me as tight as he could and chewed my soft white tits.
"You like pain, right?" my brother asked with an inquisitive tone.
"I like pain because after the pain, there's pleasure." I said as I pulled my brother's cock inside my mouth and bit it hard. "Ouch!"
My brother pushed me away. I planted kisses on his red and swollen dick and wrapped my hand around it, caressing his sensitive skin.
He groaned joyfully as I massaged the tip of his dick with my thumb and tickled his dick with my long nails.
"It feels sooo good! Don't stop, sister!"
I wanted to make my brother happy. I have never seen him smile since mum abandoned our family. I would do whatever it takes to make him smile.
After half an hour of hand job, my palm was full of my brother's cum. He forced the pile of cum inside my mouth and put it into the opening of my vagina. His semen tasted nasty but I swallowed all of it because drinking your lover's cum is a sign of passion and acceptance.
At that very moment, I hesitated and started to struggle with my inner self. I could not tell if I like Tom as a brother or as a lover. Tom read my thoughts and smiled naughtily, "I know you love me, Kelly. Be honest to yourself. And I love you too, more than a brother loves a sister."
His confession was all that I needed. My brother was brave enough to talk out his own feelings. So why do I feel ashamed?
