Perfect Fit

Perfect Fit

(1. Adrienne Has a Dream. Speaking of Ollie. A Transformation.)

She swallowed his semen with extreme pleasure, feeling pride as he moaned with satisfaction. His seed had a sweet flavor to it, not as salty as some men she'd been with, and more gratifying than she had ever dreamed. As his cock started to soften, she removed it from her mouth gently, careful not to overstimulate the sensitive tip. She kissed and gently stroked her brother's kind cock, cradling his testicles as she licked the base of his shaft. Still careful to be completely silent vocally, she kissed his stomach, kissed his nipple. Then kissed his mouth deeply, lovingly, passionately. He kissed her back, not seeming to even notice the taste of his own cum on her lips.

She stood up, trailing the tips of her fingers down his chest and stomach, and left the room in noisy steps. She grabbed her robe off the railing where she had left it and hopped loudly down the stairs, wrapping it around her naked body as she went. She opened the front door, held it open for a moment, then closed it, staying inside.

She stood by the door for about five minutes, enough time for her to feel the slick juices of her hungry pussy drying to a sticky film on the insides of her thighs. She pivoted back and forth on her feet absently, swaying her hips from side to side; her lower lip was caught gently between her teeth as she smiled happily to herself. Then she opened and closed the door again, mounting the stairs quietly and slipping over to Ollie's room.

Ollie was under a sheet, his penis still quite obvious beneath it. His hands were behind his head, and he was smiling.

"How was she?" Adrienne asked, a smile in her voice.

@---@---@

Adrienne woke with a start. Her heart was pounding fast in her chest, but she knew it was not just from having startled awake. The heat and dampness between her legs told her how intense her dream had been. She laid her head back on the pillow, and, as in the dream, smiled and gently bit her lower lip as she consciously continued the dream. Who knew...dreams sometimes come true...

@---@---@

"How was she?" Adrienne asked, a smile in her voice.

As astute as Ollie's hearing was, Adrienne still had the uncanny ability to sneak up on him. He jumped and squealed when her heard her voice from the doorway call out to him gently.

"Fuck! You're like a god damn ghost, I swear." He paused, turning his head in her direction. "How was who?"

"Whom," she corrected teasingly. She was an English major, and delighted in taking Ollie to task on his grammar. Adrienne delighted in EVERYTHING about Ollie. Five years her brother's senior, she had always been his fiercest defender, tougher and more protective than any big brother would have been. Sometimes, she thought she loved him more totally than their parents did. Ollie thought so, too.

Ollie had been born totally blind--blackblind was what he called it, so people could understand it's totality more readily. Total blindness being one of the rarer forms of visual disorders, Ollie faced more serious challenges from the start than many other visually-impaired kids. For instance, with no light to guide his natural circadian rhythms, he slept poorly as a baby and a small child; he also had a lot of nightmares he could neither interpret nor explain. It was not his mother, but Adrienne who had often stayed up with him deep into the nights, holding him when he couldn't sleep or when he cried, even when she was as young as ten years old.

He faced the inevitable bullying at school, of course. By way of one of the few decisions her parents made with which Adrienne agreed, Ollie attended public school. Adrienne understood in later years that that was the best thing he could have had to have faced. The world wasn't going to coddle him just because he was blind; he was going to have to learn how to fight for what he needed, figure out how to work for what he wanted, and how to sometimes do without the rest. But when she was twelve, and he was just starting in the first grade, all she really understood was that she could be there for him.

She did a lot of his fighting for him, even though he often never knew it. For instance, when Ollie was in third grade, Adrienne beat an eleven-year-old boy so badly that he begged his mother to home-school him. The boy would never tell who did it, which was lucky for Adrienne. She was almost sixteen at the time, and probably would have gotten in serious trouble with the police. But she had caught the little fucker getting ready to pull a very nasty and dangerous trick on Ollie that probably would have resulted in her brother breaking both of his legs, if not worse! Ollie never knew how narrowly he missed being crippled as well as blind; and nobody ever found out who beat the absolute living shit out of oh-so-tough Gordon Miller.

After that incident, the bullying died down quite a bit, and Adrienne was able to just watch out for Ollie from a distance.

Adrienne graduated a year before Ollie entered high school, but she still kept an eye on him. Mostly she was there for him when he got home each day, more worn out than any other freshman at school. He thrived in his math classes and sucked horribly in his history and government civics classes. Adrienne helped him tread water in English, but they both knew he was never going to be the next Shakespeare. He was obviously not qualified to play sports, but he learned very early in his freshman year that he could lift weights without any problems at all.

Always having been a very active boy, Ollie found that lifting weights helped him burn the restless energy he felt building in him as his adolescence deepened. His body filled out, and he quickly became sort of handsome, in a non-traditional sort of way. He had an easy smile and was generous to everyone; and by now almost everyone in the school treated him well. He was just a likable guy.

But not a datable one.

The main issue with Ollie dating was that he saw the world through his fingers. That presented a particular problem when trying to find out what his female classmates looked like. Some had let him feel their faces quite willingly, some teasingly and a bit cruel. Most were just plain creeped out by the idea.

He had asked a few different girls (whom he knew by touch to be attractive) to a few different dances, but they awkwardly declined. He had actually felt as bad for them as he did for himself. He could hear in their voices and restive movements that they were uncomfortable saying no, and felt bad for it. The only woman he had ever gotten to "see" well was Adrienne. He didn't even know his own mother because she was a bit standoffish with everyone, even Dad.

After one particularly disappointing rejection, he was actually crying in his room when Adrienne heard him. She quickly went to him and asked what was wrong. When he told her, she was quiet, in that eerily silent way she had about her. After a minute, she spoke.

"Well...we'll fix that. You don't know it, but you DO look a little scruffy." But he DID know it, and he told her so. He could feel his own damn face, for god's sake! But he was terrified to try to shave, and his hair had a mind of its own, never willing to stay neatly brushed, it seemed.

Adrienne had repeated, "We'll fix that," and Ollie could hear the smile in her voice.

A few days later, Ollie got his first shave. Adrienne told him to come into the bathroom with her, explaining what she was going to do. "I'm going to lather your face with warm foam, and then I'm going slide the razor across your skin. It'll feel weird at first, but you just hold still; I promise not to chop your head off," she added, giggling. She rubbed the warm shaving cream on cheeks and neck gently, and then carefully removed the uneven, first-batch stubble from his face and throat. When she was done, she soothed his face with a warm towel.

Just a shave transformed his face into something strong and pronounced. His olive-colored skin contrasted well with his thick, unruly black hair. "Sit back down a minute," Adrienne told him. He sighed resignedly, but was actually enjoying being pampered like this. He guessed it was what Ade felt like at the spa. She wet her brother's hair and began to work at with a brush and a blow-dryer. After several minutes, about the time Ollie actually WAS getting restless, she pronounced she was done. "Don't go running your meat hooks through it, though, just trust me. It looks great!" Ollie smiled at the happiness he could hear in her voice.

Her voice took on a different hue, almost plaintive. "I don't know which of those stupid girls turned you down, Ollie, but it was the dumbest decision of their lives." How any girl could resist this wonderful guy was simply beyond her. She stood up, and they both went down to dinner.

"My goodness, Ollie!" said his mother, with genuine surprise in her voice. "Are you going out? You look... you look so handsome!" His father didn't say anything, but he didn't have to; Ollie knew his father was disappointed in him no matter how he looked.

"No, Mom, I'm not going anywhere. Except to my chair to eat. Ade insisted on playing Barbie doll with me." He teased his sister, but he was smiling all the same. Mom was not a flatterer, even to her children. If she said Ollie looked good, then he must have indeed.

The next morning, Adrienne had re-shaved Ollie's face and fixed up his hair again. When he came home from school, he went straight to her room, bursting in without knocking. Without knowing it, he startled her badly, as she was completely naked at the time. Of course that meant nothing to a man who couldn't see her, but for Adrienne, it was a little awkward all the same. ...and a little...

"Jesus, Ollie! I almost pissed myself! Ever think of knocking?!"

"Ade, you're the best!" He ignored her admonishment and rushed across the room toward her voice, bent down, and kissed her cheek. His aim was very good after a lifetime of practice. Adrienne's eyes were wide--what if Ollie had decided to give her a hug? He would have wound up with an armful of naked woman, instead. Naked SISTER...

"Well, thank you, I guess, but... I mean, what the fuck, dude?" she managed, giggling a little. "Did you get laid or something?"

Again, it was as if she hadn't said anything, he was so excited. "I got so many compliments today on how I looked! I must have looked homeless before or something." He paused, facing toward her. "Thanks, Sis," he finished sincerely.

She smiled at his shining face, feeling the happiness radiating off of him. "Well, we'll have to make sure you don't slip back into looking like a Neanderthal, then," she said with a smile. Ollie left for his room smiling as well. Adrienne fell sideways on her bed, where she had sat down when Ollie came in. She buried her face in her pillow, giggled, and felt warm all over. She waited a few minutes before putting any clothes on for some reason. Somehow, it just felt kind of hot being naked right now.

After that, Adrienne fixed Ollie's hair every morning and shaved him every other morning. It was neither a chore for her nor an inconvenience for him. It was something very special, and they both knew it. His big sister was still watching out for him, and he felt very safe with her. For Adrienne's part, she was helping to lead her brother to a place where he wouldn't need her anymore, and that was a little bittersweet; so these mornings were all the more precious when she could still be his hero and his closest friend.

@---@---@

(2. A Little Distance. A Disturbing Thought.)

All that changed halfway through his junior year. Adrienne suddenly moved out to live with some of her friends, then moved in with a man named Harvey ("Harvey," of all things, Ollie had always thought). The change even took Mom and Dad by surprise. One day Adrienne was here, just down the hall; the next, that end of the hall was like a spooky ghost town. Mom and Dad were both pissed at the disrespectful and impolite way Adrienne had bolted from a lifestyle they had conspicuously made very comfortable for her.

The entire household changed quickly and drastically. Mom was more fussy over Ollie, but it felt superficial, like she was trying to fill Adrienne's places and didn't know how--which she didn't, to be fair. Dad didn't have his little girl to focus his smiles on anymore, and he felt betrayed by her sudden departure. He became more than an asshole, which he had always been, at least toward his useless blind son. He became downright abusive, and Mom divorced him less than a year later when he threatened to beat Ollie up.

He had threatened it because of "the fucked up path he's headed down!" When Adrienne left, Ollie soon began having the barber shave his head, knowing he would never be able to keep it neat himself. He also grew out his facial hair into quite a thick beard. Preyed upon by his inherent adolescent angst and an unrealized depression left in the wake of his sister's departure, he became rebellious with his dress and his speech. He cursed a lot, and he wore motorcycle boots and ratty denim jackets. His dad said he looked like a "fucking biker drug dealer," and that he had had enough. He was going to teach Ollie what a man really was, and that Ollie better hope he was half as tough as he wanted people to believe.

Ollie's father had been a Marine once upon a time and still kept himself in very good physical shape, and Ollie was scared when the man lost his temper. Ollie was fit and lean and strong from four years of lifting weights, but that day, he had actually been shaking. He was close to tears as he begged his dad not to beat him up, promised that he was sorry he looked and dressed this way, that he was sorry he cussed at Mom. That he was sorry for being blind.

That stopped his father for some reason, and there was no beating; nor was there ever another threat of it. But Ollie no longer disdained his father, he feared the man. And Ollie's mom despised him for hating their son. She filed for divorce six weeks later.

Eight months after that, Ollie graduated high school in the top fifth of his class, but decided to take a break at home for the summer before trying his hand at some community college courses.

@---@---@

Adrienne hadn't left because of her friends, a new boyfriend, or even her father, of whom she had begun to be more than a little wary, herself, though. She had left because of Ollie.

The day she left began like many others. Ollie sat down in the chair in the bathroom that they used each morning, his hair damp from the shower, wearing a pair of jeans that had gotten tighter as he spent more time in the gym. His strong chest glistened in the bright make-up mirror's light. Adrienne gently spread the warm shaving cream on his face...except it was more than that this particular morning. She CARESSED it onto his face, down his strong neck. She BABIED the razor down his face, consciously realizing how amazingly good her brother looked. She STROKED the warm towel across his face to clean it when she was done.

As she did his hair, she relished every opportunity to run her fingers through that thick, soft, dark thatch. She looked at him in the mirror, strong and fine and vulnerable, handsome and loyal.

And she felt herself get wet between her legs.

She stood there with wide, unbelieving eyes, staring not at Ollie in the mirror now, but herself. Ollie felt her pause, then asked if he was ready. She said he was, distractedly. He thanked her, kissed her cheek as always, and left for school.

Adrienne started shuffling things around to clean up the bathroom but couldn't concentrate on that. Her eyes drifted back to the mirror and she stared at herself in disbelief. All she could think of was the image of her brother, naked to the waist, the tingling trace of his lips on her cheek, and the hot dampness between her legs. And every time she thought about it to try to examine it rationally, she felt the heat and the exciting pulse between her thighs intensify. She felt shame and revulsion, but only at herself; she only felt alarmed for Ollie.

She was 21 years old, and she felt she had suddenly turned sexual predator on her little brother who had only been sixteen for a month and a half!

As the thoughts managed to organize themselves, though, she realized it wasn't sudden at all, this "grotesque attraction." She thought back to the first day she coiffed and shaved his face, how he had come bursting in after school, full of excitement and gratitude. She thought of how exotic and different it had felt being completely nude in front her brother, how hard her heart had pounded when he leaned down to give her a kiss. And she finally acknowledged what had been lurking deep inside her ever since, so deep she was able to avoid it for almost two years. She had been turned on. She had been turned on that day, turned on in her body and her mind and her heart when he stood over her, strong and happy, and kissed her cheek, all the while her naked body, hot and soft and accessible, barely a foot away. It hadn't been exotic, though; it had been erotic.

And so, even though she knew Ollie wouldn't understand at all why she vanished from his life, even though she knew he would be hurt, she knew she had to leave-- for his sake.

It was the hardest thing she ever did.

@---@---@

(3. Daydreaming. A Night on the Town)

"Your girlfriend, dude," she answered, smiling, in the sweet little daydream Adrienne was having in between the memories, dozing in her bed with a happy smile and a warm, damp cooch. "Or hooker, or whoever that was that just passed me on the front steps wiping her fucking mouth, you pimp!"

Ollie blushed, and his cock stiffened a bit. Adrienne stood in the doorway of her brother's room, naked, wet between her strong curved thighs, the nipples of her C-cup breasts hard and tingly, the taste of his sperm lingering on the back of her tongue. She didn't know how she was going to manage it, but she was going to feel that beautiful delicious cock inside her body someday.

He must have realized how thin the covering over him was, because he sat up suddenly, drawing his knees up to his chest to hide his erection. He smiled at his big sister through his own personal, eternal darkness. "I don't know!" he whispered. "I got a text from a number I didn't recognize, and it said it was Pete. He had fixed me up with some girl for my birthday, and she was going to come over with my gift." He smiled like he couldn't believe it had really happened. Adrienne smiled, too, trying to experience the episode from his perspective, gently caressing and pinching her own nipple as she watched him begin to relive the encounter.

"I heard her come upstairs--she sounded like a fucking horse--and she just opened the door to my room like she owned the place. I was kinda freaked out--I didn't know who it was, it coulda been an axe murderer. I started to say something, but she put her finger up on my lips, like this." He put his finger against his lips in a shushing motion...just as Adrienne had done to him when she snuck in. She stuck that same finger in her mouth and sucked it gently, getting even wetter between her legs, feeling her dark pubic hair get slick and sticky.

"Uh huh..." she managed...

"Ade...she never said a word. And every time I tried to say something, she shushed me like that." He paused and shifted his hips slightly on the mattress. Adrienne knew he was trying to reposition his cock inconspicuously.

"Was she any good?" Adrienne realized her voice was a little rough with arousal, a little husky. Ollie looked toward her strangely.

"Why...? I mean, I understand it's a bit weird for my friend to send a strange woman into my house to blow me without a single word, but... I don't think you want the details, Ade."