Sibling Love

I woke up the next morning to bright rays of sunlight filling the bedroom. It was a little chilly due to me leaving the window ajar, but still perfectly comfortable. I looked down to find Ellie exactly where she'd been the night before. Her chest rose and fell ever so slightly with her breaths and I almost laughed at the puddle of drool she'd so lovingly left on my t-shirt.

Resting my head back into the pillows, I took a few minutes to relax and reflect on the night before.

Everything would stay etched in my memory for a very, very long time. I doubted I could ever forget. It felt beyond surreal just how closely her feelings mirrored my own, not to mention how crazy it was to think that last night in the shower I'd been telling myself that I could never act on these feelings, telling myself for the thousandth time that I'd made my peace with the fact that nothing would ever, or could ever happen.

And there I laid, with my sister softly breathing against me, leg draped over mine as her arm hugged me against her chest. I could feel the sticky evidence of our lovemaking pasting my still damp shorts to my crotch. Lifting my arm from behind her, I carefully ran my fingers through her wild hair. All of her thrashing and grinding the night before had turned her normally wavy locks into a mass of tangles poking every which way.

She stirred and let out a silent yawn before stretching with a cute little squeak. "Morning," she murmured in a voice thick from sleep.

"Mornin'," I replied. "I didn't wake you up, did I?"

Ellie pulled herself tight against me while rubbing her cheek into my shoulder. "You did, but it's okay. That feels lovely." She let out a little sigh as my fingers slipped through her hair. "Did you sleep well?"

I smiled. "With you here I can't imagine ever getting a bad night's sleep."

Ellie tilted her head to look up at me. I swallowed hard at the sight of her half-lidded eyes lined with sleep along with her pink-tinged cheeks. She looked utterly irresistible.

"Mmm, me too. I haven't slept that well in a long time." Her lips formed a tired smirk. "I think it had something to do with magical things my big brother did to me last night."

I couldn't help the nervous laugh that escaped me. I was hardly the most experienced man in the world.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," I murmured and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. "You were pretty amazing yourself, sis." And she was. The way she moved her body against mine... "Where did you learn to do any of that?"

She blushed hard and diverted her gaze to the finger that was running circles in the center of my chest. "A lot of it was just what felt good to me, I guess. But I did watch some videos..." she trailed off.

I grinned. Was that right... watching videos, eh? I lifted her chin to meet her eyes again. "Don't be embarrassed, sis. Watching porn is normal."

"Oh, no." She shook her head. "I'm not embarrassed about watching videos at all," she said with a tentative smile. "It's... well..." Her cheeks renewed their red tinge. "I didn't really know what I was doing."

She was adorable.

"I loved it, El." I nodded to emphasize my point. "You have no idea just how much I enjoyed every moment of it."

She smiled, but it faltered quickly into a small frown. "That's good."

I wondered at the change in her expression. "Did... you not enjoy it?" I questioned, praying that she'd say she did. "You didn't force yourself to do more than you were comfortable with, did you?"

"No, no. I didn't do anything I didn't want to, and oh god, did I enjoy it." She stared into my eyes. "It's just..." Her fingers pinched at my t-shirt. "Well, you didn't get to... come again."

"Don't worry about it. I don't have to come to enjoy myself, sis. Just touching you and watching you enjoy yourself is more than enough for me."

She offered up an uncertain smile. "Still, I wanted to make you..." She raised an eyebrow for emphasis before frowning again. "I just wasn't sure how. I'm sorry."

My stomach knotted. While I really was happy with just giving pleasure, the knowledge that she'd wanted to get me off was incredibly hot. I stopped stroking her hair to brush my fingers over her cheek.

"Don't you ever apologize for not knowing something, sis." I pressed another kiss to her forehead. "I could always show you, if you'll let me," I offered.

"Really?" Her expression immediately brightened. "I mean, if you don't mind then I'd love that!"

I chuckled and placed a soft kiss on her lips, careful not to inflict her with my morning breath. "'Course I don't mind. You should teach me about what you like, too." I perked a brow. "Maybe you should dress up like a schoolgirl and call me Mr. Aden."

She slapped me on the chest. "Sure, 'Mr. Aden.' You big pervert."

We both laughed together and shared another brief kiss. "It'll have to wait for now, though. We've both got stuff to get on with today."

I needed to string and tune my guitars as well as practice for my gig tonight, and Ellie had plenty of reading and probably some writing she needed to be getting on with after being... indisposed, last night.

"Aw," she whined, walking her fingers up and down my chest. "Spoilsport."

I poked her on the nose. "I guess I am. We'd better get showered before making an appearance downstairs."

Ellie nodded in agreement as we both reluctantly stood up and stretched. Her arms snaked around my neck as she stood up on her tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss to my jaw. "I love you," she whispered sweetly into my skin.

Those three words would never, ever stop feeling incredible to hear. I smiled as I gently caressed her hips and waist. "I love you, too."

"I'll see you shortly," Ellie whispered against my chin and gave me one last peck before heading to the bathroom.

I let out a low sigh as I was left alone. Man, it felt empty in there with her gone. It was like all the light and warmth had been stolen from the room.

Shaking my head of that attitude, I went to work on lifting down from the wall the guitars I'd be using. I'd have to wait a while for Ellie to finish showering so I went to work on cleaning, restringing and tuning.

It could have, potentially, been a big night for us as a band. We'd been together for a few years, having met at the beginning of college. We all gelled together amazingly well as musicians, our love of thrash metal uniting us - though in regards to our personal lives we weren't really that close. We had a mutual respect for each other and got along well enough, we just didn't share many common interests outside of our music. And we were fine with that.

The show was due to start at 8pm so I had plenty of time to go over the short setlist and get some extra practice in. I needed it, to be honest.

I'd always been the shy member of the family while my sis seemed to inherit the extroverted genes. Part of finding a band to play with in the first place was an attempt to improve my nerves, and it'd worked well. I was far from perfect, my nerves did occasionally get the better of me, but I'd made some great progress over the years.

Mom, Dad and Ellie were coming as usual. They rarely missed a gig, even if I was only playing in front of a few hundred people - the looks of silly pride on their faces always felt great to see. Especially Ellie, whose happiness after my shows now made a whole lot more sense.

Just as I finished with the first guitar I heard the bathroom door open.

I walked to the door and poked my head outside. Ellie was just opening the door to her room at the end of the hall, though she must've noticed me as she turned to flash me a bright smile and lifted her towel a little to flash me her gorgeous, curvy legs before heading inside.

I sighed and shook my head. I'd never work out how I'd gotten so incredibly lucky.

My shower was brief as I scrubbed our still tacky fluids from my body and buried my soiled clothes in the bottom of my laundry hamper. I did my own laundry, but there was always the chance Mom would grab my stuff while doing a wash load and accidentally uncover those pieces of evidence.

I got dressed and headed downstairs. Mom and Dad were sitting beside each other at the kitchen island. Dad with a newspaper and a coffee, while Mom had her faux flowers laid out all over the place.

"Mornin'," I called out as I stepped up to the fridge.

"Mornin', son," Dad said, nodding up at me before continuing to read his paper.

"Good morning, darling," Mum replied, her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth as she threaded some kind of fake vine through the base of her display.

I grabbed a bottle of orange juice and poured myself a tall glass before grabbing a croissant from the counter and sitting at the end of the island. I was just about to take a bite when I heard Ellie making her way downstairs.

"Morning Mom, Dad!" She hopped around the island and I couldn't help but watch her breasts bounce and jiggle through her woolen sweater. She placed a kiss on each of our parent's cheeks.

"Morning sweetie," Dad said - not looking up from his paper.

Mom reciprocated with a kiss on the cheek in return. "Good morning, Ellie."

"Want some OJ, sis?" I asked, unable to hold back the knowing smile on my face as I regarded her fresh-faced look and tidied hair.

"Please, big bro." She blushed a little as I went to get her stuff before turning to our parents. "What are you working on today, Mom?"

"Oh, it's nothing special. I'm just making a small display for Mrs. Townley's birthday," Mom replied as she picked through the plethora of different flowers, adornments and baubles. I had no idea how to even begin making flower displays look nice, even though I'd done a fair bit of part-time work at Mom's florists.

"How was the movie last night, you two?" Dad finally joined the conversation, folding up his newspaper and taking a sip of coffee. "Your mother informed me you were both glued to the screen."

I panicked for a split second and shared a glance with Ellie. As if reading my mind, she quickly took the hint.

"It was great! We're going to watch it again when we get home tonight since we both dozed off for a little while in the middle."

Dad nodded and looked over at me. "Speaking of getting home, what time is your show this evening?"

"Eight. It's only a short set though, I should be done and ready to leave by nine or so," I explained.

Mom looked up from her display. "Why don't you stay for a while, Aden? It's not often you get the chance to spend time around people your age. You'd enjoy yourself, and who knows - maybe even find yourself a lovely young lady."

She smiled at me as Dad chuckled.

I rolled my eyes and looked back at Ellie whose smile had faltered a little. I swallowed and tilted my head a little as she met my eyes. 'Don't worry,' I tried to express. She nodded almost imperceptibly.

"Well said, honey." Dad chimed in. "It's been such a long time since you last brought a girl home to meet us. You need to get out there and bowl over some young ladies! Make us proud."

I couldn't say no or I'd risk more persuasion, but there was no way in hell I was going to say yes, either. My dating life had been a dull, uneventful story that didn't justify retelling.

Dammit, Dad. I wished I could smash my head into the counter top.

"Yeah, maybe," I replied with perfect balance on the proverbial fence. "I'll see how it goes, but to be honest I'll probably be pretty tired after playing on stage. You know how nervous I get."

It was true. While I was plenty talkative with my family, I'd always been a little shy around people I didn't know. Not awkward or anything, just... I preferred to keep to myself, that's all. It was something my parents made a frequent point of mentioning as a habit I should break when I was growing up.

Mom went back to her arranging as Ellie sat down on the stool beside me. Her hand slid covertly onto my left thigh and gave me a gentle squeeze.

"You shouldn't be nervous, son. Your playing has been damn-near perfect for years and you're forever practicing. Have more confidence in yourself, you're only setting yourself up to fail before you even begin."

I looked up from the worktop at Dad.

"Dad's right, Aden," Ellie said, running her fingernails across my thigh. I glanced sideways to meet her eyes. "You've always been so serious about your practice. You care so much about doing a good job, and you always do such a great job that you absolutely owe it to yourself to have more faith in yourself."

My stomach knotted up at what she'd said, along with her loving eyes boring into mine. I could just feel that she was willing me to believe her. God, I wanted to lean over and kiss her.

"Thanks, Dad, Ellie. I really appreciate it," I said quietly, feeling more than a little uncomfortable with the high praise.

Ellie and I finished off our breakfast and stood up.

"I'm going to carry on getting my gear ready. Did you want to read in my room?" I asked her the silly, rhetorical question.

She nodded at me. "Yep! I'm just going to grab my stuff and I'll join you in a few minutes."

I made my way up to my room as Ellie went about getting her things. I'd just finished stringing my second guitar and put it on its stand when I saw the door open. My heart jumped like a giddy teenager when she slipped in wearing a pink pair of short shorts that revealed all of her curvy, amazing legs. Her heavy, woolen jumper couldn't disguise the generous flesh beneath. As usual, she was barefoot too. It was an odd combination, but I wasn't going to complain about it. She looked as stunning to me as always.

Ellie shut the door behind her and dropped her books on my chest of drawers with a clatter. She had a strange expression on her face, one I really couldn't place.

"Sis? You alright?"

She hurried over to the bed and climbed onto my lap. Knees either side of me while hooking her small feet over my thighs. Her hands cupped my neck and she pulled me into a deep, wet, almost desperate kiss. It all happened so fast I had to blink a few times to process it all. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, aggressively hunting down my own as she pressed her torso against me, sliding her up and down my chest as she moaned against my lips.

I wrapped my hands around her hips, my fingers brushing the outsides of her adorable feet as I desperately tried to play catch-up. I had to be honest, I'd hoped this was just how she was going to greet me in the future, but I suspected something else was going on.

I fought to match her passion blow-for-blow, indulging our need for contact until she was ready to talk to me.

She finally broke our kiss as our hot breath poured over each other's faces. Whilst we gasped for breath, my hands eased their way up her smooth hips into the dip of her waist, stroking her skin in small circles. Ellie's eyelids fluttered and she rested her forehead against mine, staring deep into my eyes.

"I know we're supposed to be working," she explained, "but when I hear you talking yourself down like that, you don't seem to realise how much it hurts Mom and Dad... and especially me. You've always put your mind one-hundred percent into everything you do, and you're so talented with the guitar. I believe in you so, so much, I just want you to believe in yourself."

A solid lump formed in my throat as I stared into her teal eyes. I was completely speechless. I'd never considered that my lack of confidence might affect those closest to me.

"You're going to walk up onto that stage tonight looking as handsome and sexy as you always have. You'll play your set as perfectly as you always do." She gave me the most loving of smiles, rubbing her forehead against mine. "And I'll be there with you the entire time, cheering on the man I love."

I felt a tear roll down my right cheek before I had a chance to acknowledge or stop it. This woman, she was... she was my own guardian angel. Knowing just how long we could've been this close made me ache with a sense of loss I hadn't and couldn't experience.

"Aden?" Her brow creased as a hand that cupped my neck came up to brush away my tears with the backs of her fingers. "Hey, hey," she crooned softly. She straightened up and ever-so-gently pulled my head against her chest, holding me against her. "Shh... it's okay, Adey."

I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling myself further into her comforting hold. She held my head against her chest as she gently ran her fingers through my hair. Man, did I feel weak. Not only did I need to get a pep talk from Dad and Sis, but to top it off I started crying in front of her. Not a great start. "Sorry," I mumbled against her chest.

I felt her kiss my head and rest her cheek in the same spot. "Don't you dare apologize," she whispered as her fingernails ran patterns over the back of my neck, soothing my aching heart. "I just want you to have confidence in your abilities."

That was easier said than done, but... I had to admit that hearing her feelings gave me a fresh perspective that I hadn't considered before. I knew that if Ellie had been as self-defeating when it came to her writing and math, I'd feel the exact same way.

I caught the scent of her mango shampoo as she pulled me tighter against her. It felt so safe here. I could've spent hours slowly rocking back and forth, but unfortunately we had work to be getting on with. Gently pulling my hands out from under her sweater, I reached down to wrap my hands around her feet. She jumped slightly and let out a little giggle as I ran my fingers along the smooth sides.

"Thanks, Ellie."

She released her grip a little, letting me pull back to meet her eyes. She smiled at me and pressed a kiss against my forehead. "You're welcome!" she said happily with a nod. Kissing down to my cheek she let out a slight sigh. "Oh, keep doing that... it feels lovely," she breathed while dropping her head against my neck.

We rocked back and forth for several minutes. Her hands toying with my hair as my fingers continued to stroke her soles from her little toes to her lithe ankles. Somehow she had almost no hard skin on her feet whatsoever; her soft flesh felt wonderful against my calloused hands.

"Okay, you. We'll never get any work done at this rate," Ellie murmured and sat up.

I gave her soles a little tickle. She jolted and laughed, slapping my upper back as she hopped off of my lap. I shot her a wink and went about setting up my amplifier. Ellie grabbed one of her books and took her usual position on the bed, slowly kicking her legs up and down in the air.

"I won't be distracting you, will I?" I asked as I plugged my guitar in and set my effects pedal to its tuning function.

She shook her head in her hands while continuing to read. "Nope, you know I love to listen."

I made quick work of tuning and setting up a backing track before warming myself up by playing some scales. Our set that night was only four songs, all covers, with three being pretty fast-paced thrash and one slower and more contemplative. Ellie had very similar tastes in music to me and had done since a young age. While I loved thrash music for its virtuosity, aggressiveness and feel, Ellie loved the deep, varying subjects of the lyrics and the skill it took to write and play.

I grabbed a pick from my desk, hit play and waited for the metronome to count me in. There was just something ethereal about the rhythm to metal and shredding out a screaming solo that it took me to another place in my mind. It let me escape from the real world for a few minutes at a time and lose myself in the melody and the feeling.

As I stamped on my guitar pedal for the solo I spotted Ellie shift on the bed, adjusting to lay facing towards me. Even in my peripheral vision I could see her parted lips and the fingers that brushed along her lower one. This was the reason why I'd asked if I'd be distracting her. For some reason she loved watching me rip up a solo.