Made for Each Other

A/N:

Hi everyone, long time no see! Thanks much for all of your thoughtful comments. Chapter 2 has been a long time coming, and it was... difficult. Setting satisfying pacing in slow burn stories like this is tough.

Please, please,

please

look at the tags and make sure this story is for you! I'd also recommend reading chapter 1, as this continues right where it left off.

Please enjoy, and share your thoughts below! I appreciate you all!

RYAN

It had been a half hour. We hadn't moved from our puddle of sexual fluids. We rarely spoke.

I could barely process what had just happened. Cameron, my sister, and I openly addressed our outlandish sex appeal. Her impossible, milk-filled tits. My ludicrous, overproductive cock. We flirted, we teased each other. It was fun.

Then things got real. Quickly.

It wasn't right. We were siblings. I couldn't imagine how Grandma would feel if she found out about this. I was flooded with shame, and sadness, and guilt, and I didn't know where to put it all.

Cameron started the conversation.

"So... we should probably talk about this."

"Yes. Absolutely. Definitely."

I took my face out of my sister's cavernous cleavage. We lay on our sides, facing one another. My semi-erect cock was nestled in between her thighs.

I figured I should take the lead, as the older brother.

"So, um, I'm really sorry. I'm not super well-versed, but I feel like there definitely could've been, like, a power-dynamic thing, here? And if so I'm so, so, sorry, I never ever meant to pressure you or want you to feel pressured to do anything in your life ever."

Cameron stared at me blankly, then rolled her eyes and laughed. "

God

, Ryan, if you were any sweeter I swear to God I'd fall in love with you!" My heart twanged as she said this. "You're fine, bro. There was no pressure involved. That was," she took a deep breath, "that was pretty awesome."

I vigorously nodded my head. "Yeah. Yeah. Uh huh."

But I knew what had to be said next. Even if it went against everything I wanted. Even if it went against every gut feeling I had. I couldn't trap my 19-year old sister in an incestuous relationship before she had a chance to be an adult, to see the world.

"But it probably shouldn't happen again." She spoke right along with me. I was crushed.

CAMERON

I internally screamed at myself for not telling my brother I had fallen for him a long time ago. I couldn't risk telling him everything, that he was the only one I wanted. My brother was mature, and incredible, and special, and he was going to make some gorgeous woman who

is not related to him

unbelievably happy someday.

"But it probably shouldn't happen again." My heart broke. Of course he agreed.

Still, I rushed to recover. "And it's precisely

because

it was so amazing that we should just leave it at that. It was a magnificent, one-time release of sexual tension, right?"

"Right! Exactly!" My brother was quick to pick up on where I was going with this. "Grandma kept us so cooped up and penned in all this time, but I mean, look at us!" He grabbed his dick and my left nipple. My pussy nearly caught fire once more. "We had to get... something out," he said, gesturing at the insane quantity of fluids we bathed in. "This... this was good for us!"

"Seriously. All's well that ends well." I patted him on the head, though I couldn't stop staring at his lips. I kicked myself for not kissing him when I had the chance.

Ryan looked around at the sticky mess we laid in. "We do have a lot of cleanup to do, though."

"Ugh! True."

Ryan and I got dressed and stayed up late mopping up pints of our cum and milk. We didn't talk a lot. Ryan occasionally cracked a joke to ease the tension, which I appreciated, but I can't say it helped a lot. Still, just being there, with him, was nice. It was enough.

Whenever my brother wasn't looking, I would eagerly shovel some of his leftover spunk into my mouth. It was delicious and warm and virile and I couldn't get enough.

***

My dreams were pretty much monopolized by my brother's titanic fuckstick, as much as I had been trying to avoid the topic. I had to accept that I was infatuated with my perfect brother, even if our romance was ill-fated from the start. Still, I woke with a calm smile on my face, my bedsheets soaked with pussy juice and milk.

At least I had one, beautiful night with him. At least I knew he wanted me, even if it seemingly wasn't nearly as much as I wanted him.

It was to be a lazy Sunday morning for me, but I figured I should at least get dressed. I got up - squueeeellch - and walked to my closet, shivering as my wet skin made contact with the cool air.

I opened my closet to my wardrobe of thick sweaters and long-sleeve, high-necked t-shirts, and sighed. There would be no dressing remotely sexy in the Smith family.

I thought back to last night. How good it felt to own my sexuality. To talk about my breasts without shame. To enjoy my body as it was intended.

Sure, I couldn't be with my brother, but why did our newfound liberation have to stop there?

I marched down the hallway, gigantic breasts bouncing leisurely in my barely-there nighty, and called into my brother's room.

"Ryan? Can we talk?"

RYAN

My sister's call interrupted a particularly vigorous morning JO session to the thought of her incredible body.

I shouldn't say interrupted. It was more the capstone that finished me off.

I started firing volleys of spunk into my trashcan full of tissues and struggled to find my words.

"Um, yeah, sure! Just give me a minute!"

"No problem!"

I shot cum for another 45 seconds or so before my dick finally started calming down. It was difficult when I knew my bombshell of a sister was only ten or so feet away, unknowingly waiting out the end of my orgasm.

Finally my dick was flaccid enough to wrestle into a pair of briefs. I threw on a t-shirt and opened the door for my patient sister.

"Good morning, Cam- WHOA!" I couldn't help my shock as I took in what she was wearing- a pink, near-transparent slip that did absolutely nothing to hide the shot-glass tents that were her nipples. She had her hands clasped over her toned stomach, accentuating the size of her breasts as she, perhaps unknowingly, squeezed them together in a very sultry way.

She giggled at my reaction. "Wow, I didn't realize I was so terrifying to you."

I just grimaced and put my hand on my forehead. It was too early for this. "Yeah. That's one word for it."

She clapped her hands. "Right! So I've been meaning to ask you. Yesterday was really nice, for, um, a number of reasons..."

"Yes!" I agreed a little too early. "Err, yes. I concur."

Dumbass

.

"But I think the biggest reason for me was not having to cover up or hide away what I think I should be proud of."

"Right, yeah, of course. That was definitely the biggest reason for me, uh, too." It was not.

I could only hope that my response properly masked my disappointment. I was more than happy to serve as a short pitstop on my sister's journey to body confidence, but I was beginning to suspect that the night had far more emotional undertones for me.

Cameron flashed a bright smile. "Glad you agree! So I figured, while Grandma is gone, why don't we just, like, lean into that? Take some time to relax and dress how we want and just... like, vibe with our bizarre bodies," she giggled nervously. "I don't know, saying it out loud, it sounds kind of stupid?" she self-consciously put her hands up to the 1.5-inch tents in her pajamas. "I should, uh, go get dressed..."

Frantically I put my hand on her arm to stop her. "Cameron. I want you to be comfortable. I want you to feel good about yourself. Hell, if that means walking around the house

naked

," (my penis immediately regretted this choice of words), "then so be it."

40 pounds of titflesh collided with my torso. My cock sprang to attention like one of those old, springy doorstops. My sister laughed and it was music to my ears.

"I love you, Ryan."

I really hoped she didn't notice the beast snaking its way down the space between both of our thighs.

"Love you too, sis."

She withdrew from my arms, flicked her eyes to my crotch, sexily smirked, and walked away.

***

CAMERON

I was really enjoying the fact that just one scantily-clad embrace from yours truly could give my brother a chubby. He looked so cute when he was embarrassed and trying to hide it. I made a note to huge him more often.

Ryan suddenly called out to me. "Oh! Uh, you may want to put on a

little

more, though. Alex is coming over later! Hope you don't mind. We're just gonna be playing some games."

"

Ugh

, unacceptable!" I jokingly called back. I did not care at all. Alex was cool- in fact, he was pretty much the only guy aside from my brother who could be around me without cumming his pants. He had been Ryan's best friend for as long as I could remember (they met in preschool) and the constant exposure to my more unique features had built up something of a resistance in the guy.

In fact, I might be overthinking it, but I think growing up around me shaped Alex's tastes in women significantly. He always had a thing for skinny chicks. This suited me just fine, as I always liked him, but I could never see a future with him. He was just, like, a second brother to me.

Although the brother-zone had not deterred me last night...

I bounded up the stairs and put on some decent clothes - I would have plenty of time to flounce around for Ryan wearing as little as possible later. Still, I wanted to get a little frisky, so I at least determined to forego a bra today.

I settled on a cute blue and white flannel blouse that I tied under my breasts and over my tummy. The shirt valiantly cradled my boobs like a hammock and lightly rubbed against my nipples, not overstimulating them, but also not letting them get too complacent. A few vigorous movements were sure to arouse them from their slumber.

I paired this top with a pair of short jean shorts that seemed to get tighter every time I slipped them on. This time I swear I felt the beginnings of a tear forming as I pulled the waistband over the shelf of my ass.

Fully dressed, I lay back on my bed and called up the first person in my recents- I needed to talk to

someone

about the last 24 hours.

Beth picked up on the second ring.

"What's up

biiiiiiiiitch

?" the sunny girl intoned in a gravelly voice that instantly made me giggle.

Beth was my ride or die since middle school. Those awkward years were difficult for a number of reasons, but Beth was my saving grace. She has destroyed and will continue to destroy anyone who would ever do me harm- whether it was insults in the cafeteria or hair-pulling on the playground, people quickly learned not to fuck with the fiery redhead and her awkward little blonde friend.

"Hey, Beth, not much..." I began, but corrected, "Well, a bit actually. I have updates! And I'm sure you do too. You should come over!"

"Finally! I've been wanting to reach out but I had to preserve my lone wolf persona."

"We both know you've just been shut in with Steve for the past week... I'm just glad I could catch you in a free moment!"

"Ugh, tell me about it. The guy won't leave me alone!" She breathed exasperatedly, but this was an act- she and Steve were head over heels for one another.

"Mmhmm, whatever you say. Well listen, come over whenever, ok? I'm totally free and bored."

"Is Ryan there?" I could hear her eye roll. "I'm not looking to third wheel again."

She loved to tease me about how I hung out with Ryan more than her, but I just laughed and pressed on. "You'll be fine! Alex is gonna be here. They'll be plenty busy with their games and we can have some dish time."

***

RYAN

"Oh my god, dude, you're griefing!" Alex moaned as I died what felt like the umpteenth time in League. "What's up, man? You're, like, totally out of it."

As I waited for my respawn timer I collected my thoughts. Alex and I were in my room, myself on my desktop PC and Alex playing laptop on my bed. His severe face was one of utter concentration as he tried in vain to kill the fed juggernaut who had just stomped my character into the ground. He screwed it up a moment later and hid his face in his hands.

"And, that's game. Let's never play again, deal?" he cried. I couldn't help but laugh at this oft-repeated catchphrase of ours.

"Sorry, man. My head just isn't in it today. I know you came over wanting to play."

"You're fine, you're fine," he waved his hand dismissively. "we'll get 'em next time. Still, you good, man? You've seemed distracted since I got here."

I sighed. "Yeah, it's uh, it's sorta weird, but..."

Suddenly my door opened and my sister burst in, Beth standing arms-crossed right behind her, easily a head taller. Cameron's way-too-cute face was scrunched up all fake-angry, and I immediately beamed at her. I tried not to notice the way her tits comically bulged out of her blue flannel, half her cleavage on full display.

"Ryan! Where are the ping-pong balls you bought, you brute?" Beth rolled her eyes behind my sister.

Alex piped up. "Jesus, Cam, you ever heard of knocking?" He looked at me with false alarm. "Ryan! Run! Your sister's after your balls!"

Beth let loose a hearty guffaw. "Ha! He wishes." I always felt like the redhead could tell I had a bit of a crush on my sister...

Despite our friends' banter, Cameron and I hadn't really looked away from one another. I stammered, "Uh, hey, Cameron, Beth. Give me one second, they should be... somewhere in here!" I sheepishly got up to rifle through the sports equipment scattered around the room, eventually finding the tube of extra balls I'd bought.

Cameron waited patiently, arms folded, smirking at me the whole time. I found the tube of spares and held them out to her, refusing to break eye contact.

She was so goddamn pretty. Our friends were right there, but I couldn't help but flirt a little.

When she went to take the tube, I pulled it out of reach. "What do you say?"

"Fuck you!" she giggled. She bounced up on her tip toes to try to reach above my head.

Beth scoffed and looked away. Alex cracked a laugh from behind me. Cameron's tits wobbled and bounced as she reached for my balls in vain. My cock stirred in my loose athletic shorts.

"What do you

really

say though?" I smirked at her.

***

CAMERON

If my brother got me any wetter in front of our friends I was going to be very upset with him.

I squeezed my thighs together and continued to play along with Ryan's stupid game.

"Fuck you! Give me!" I moaned a little. I started pawing at his chest in some inane effort to climb my too-tall brother. He was so hard, so strong. And he was just... playing with me.

For the first time since the exchange started he broke eye contact and fully acknowledged my wildly bouncing chest. He smiled confidently and looked back one more time at my pleading eyes.

Beth and Alex were silent.

"What do you say?"

I whimpered. My pussy practically gushed. "Please, Ryan."

He slapped the plastic tube into my hand. The impact nearly felt pleasurable in my heightened state.

"You owe us a game later. We'll kick your asses."

"Yep! You got it!" I was suddenly very embarrassed. I turned on my heel, grabbed Beth's arm, and hurried her out the door to Ryan's room.

***

RYAN

"Umm, I don't mean to be that guy, but what the fuck was that?"

I was still sort of on a high from my exchange with Cameron, and for a moment I didn't even register Alex's question.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't give me that! Don't get me wrong, you and Cameron usually have a very unique sibling vibe, but I mean... that was a new level of weird."

I sighed and collapsed on my bed next to my friend, my semi-erect member awkwardly sandwiched between my pelvis and the bed.

"I don't knowwww dude, I don't know! Grandma left and Cameron and I have been alone a lot and... I don't know. Shit's getting weird."

Alex finally seemed to find a bit of his usual mirth and chuckled at me. "Yeah, that much is obvious. I mean, you guys just brought eye-fucking to a whole new level."

"Is it that bad?"

"Dude, I'm genuinely wondering if you're lying that way because you came in your pants."

I hit him with a nearby discarded sweatshirt. "You are not helping."

"I mean, what is there to help with?"

I looked at him questioningly.

"Ok, I mean, fuck it, I'm just gonna say it. It's been kind of clear since forever that you and Cameron have the hots for each other." He paused. "I mean, is it unusual? Yes! But are you two consenting adults living in a constantly evolving society? Also yes!"

"Alex... are you debating the ethics of me fucking my sister?"

"

SOMEONE HAS TO DO IT, MAN, AND IF THAT PERSON HAS TO BE ME, THEN SO BE IT."

He was getting a little loud now, and I actively began waving my hand in an effort to placate him.

"Jesus, man! I mean, I have a girlfriend. What are you even saying? There are

many

more fish in the sea to get through before

Cameron

becomes a legit option for me."

"Oh my god, you've thought about this

so much

!" Alex beamed. He stood up and began bouncing on my bed like a 5-year-old. "Deny it all you want, Ryan. Seriously. Just know that I would not judge you for slamming your actually hotter-than-all-that-is-holy sister. I mean, hell, you two would be kinda perfect for each other."

***

CAMERON

"Ok, so did you and Ryan like, fuck, or something? What happened in there?"

I threw my ping pong paddle in the air mid-swing, screamed, and hid my face in my hands. "Ahhhh!! Is it that obvious?"

Beth did a double take, dropping her own paddle on the table with a

crack

. "Whoa, you

did

? Damn, I was just joking, Cam, I didn't think you'd actually..."

"No, no, not like that! Jeez, not like that," I breathed out, nearly hyperventilating from stress. "But we did sort of... come in contact. Genitally-speaking."

"Good lord, I mean, I knew this would happen someday, but certainly not like this..."

My ears perked up. "Ummm, what now?"

Beth looked at me with pity, of all things, in her eyes. "Oh, honey. I think you and Ryan are the only two in the world who are not acutely aware of how close you are to boning at all times."

I could only nervously chuckle as Beth's classic truth bomb. "Beth, that's crazy, he's my brother, I could never!"

"Like hell you wouldn't! Have you seen the way you look at him?" She seemed to think twice about this question. "I guess you can't... the point is, it's gross. You two are clearly into each other."

"Beth- I mean, why would you just be telling me this now? What do I even do with this information? What do you think I should do? I can't even..."

Beth had now walked around the pool table and grabbed both of my arms. She smiled genuinely, a rare sight from her, and stated simply:

"If you want him, I think you should go for it. I'm skeptical of any man who looks your way, Cameron, but he's just as down bad as you are."

"Beth, he has a girlfriend..." I whispered. Why was she saying so many crazy and enticing and scary things?

"Haha! We'll see just how long that lasts now that this ball-

these balls

," she said, motioning to the enormous jugs nestled between our bodies. "are rolling. Watch him try and resist."

"Beth," I couldn't stop blushing. "What do I even do?"

"Well, we owe them a game of ping pong, right?"

***

RYAN