I arose the next day to the most appetizing scent in the world: my sister's body odor. Oh, there was also a great breakfast waiting on my desk. I glanced to my right and saw Brooke sitting Indian style, peacefully looking at me. She looked so yummy wearing nothing but red cotton panties and one of my blue T-shirts that was way too big on her. Her hair was combed, cascading down her back like a golden brown waterfall.
"Good morning, lover," she murmured as she leaned down to kiss me.
"Good morning, angel," I replied with a blissful smile. "How long have you been up?"
Her fingers twiddled in my hair. "Long enough to finish making breakfast, to shower, and to watch you sleeping."
I smiled groggily. "You're incredible. Do you know that?"
"I do. I just waited for you to notice." She lay atop me, kissing me in tenderness. "Last night was absolutely dreamy... the best night of my life."
I smiled. "Was it?"
She smiled back. "Don't you know it?"
"I know it was mine," I purred as I planted a soft kiss on her neck.
"Though this morning is a whole different story."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"I'm really sore, and I'm still bleeding; more than last night."
"Yeah," I sighed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, "that would be me."
"Ya think?" she pointedly said.
"Sorry, baby. I just love you so much that I guess I got carried away."
She chortled. "You guess?"
I kissed her neck and held her tighter, pressing on her shapely ass to have her covered pussy crushing my morning wood. "God, I love you," I whispered in her ear, grinding my erection against her.
"If you'd loved me, you wouldn't have pounded my pussy with your ginormous cock like you've been fucking me for at least a year."
"Honey, don't say that. It's because I love you I was pounding your pussy like that."
"Then I guess you love me too much because there's no way we're going to repeat today even a fraction of what we did last night. I'm really hurting now."
"I'm so sorry, baby. Please forgive me."
"I dunno... you were pretty violent. I can barely walk, and it's all because you started raping me, even when I screamed and cried that you were hurting me."
I genuinely got scared I might have caused her some serious damage. "Beautiful, I'm so sorry. Let's go see a doctor; we'll get you checked out."
"You'll have to carry me."
"God, are you serious?!" I rolled her off of me and put on my boxer briefs urgently. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, Brooke!" I sprang to my feet and started looking for my clothes. "Christ, just let me get dressed, and I'll call a cab, and we'll..."
I bounced around the room on one foot, fighting my left sock.
My sister was laughing so hard I thought she might roll off the bed.
"What are you laughing about?! Where's my fucking shirt?!"
"Josh, relax," she giggled. "I was just kidding..." She covered her eyes as she convulsed with laughter.
"
kidding
? Jesus," I sighed. "Don't laugh about things like that." I flopped onto the bed. "You really scared me now. That's not funny, Brooke."
She kept going. "It's a little... funny."
"And here I thought I really did hurt you." I joined her laughing.
Only she wasn't laughing anymore. "Yeah, I wasn't kidding about that part."
My laughter died down. "You weren't?"
"No, Josh. That was some pretty brutal deflowering, and from my own brother of all people."
I began hating myself when thinking how rough I had been with her last night. "Fuck... then what part were you kidding about?"
"The part that you would have to carry me."
"Brooke, I'm so sorry, baby! I'll make it up to you, I swear. Whatever you want! I'll go get youโ"
She started laughing again, infuriating me in the process.
"What now?!"
"It's so fucking easy for me... to guilt you... you're adorable."
Her roaring laughter brought her into tears.
"Then stop doing that! What a way to wake up a person..."
She straddled me as she mashed our lips together, and we tangled hotly and wetly, sucking passionately. We spent the next twenty minutes this way, tongues darting and hands pawing.
She pulled away with a big loving grin. "It just proves to me how much you love me, how much you care about me."
"I love you more than anything in this world."
"Then I'm going to be able to guilt you like that forever?"
I chuckled. "Probably."
She ceased smiling. "Good." And she slipped back her delicious tongue into my mouth.
***
Monday evening, I was going over potential trades for the next day when my door opened and shut a second later. I didn't even need to look as I knew it was my sister. We stopped doing that -- knocking. Brooke rationalized it by saying that since we were in a relationship now, there was no need of protecting our privacy from one another, and I had to agree that she had a point. Privacy suggested secrecy, and we were way past the point of keeping secrets from one another.
She hugged me from the rear, kissing my neck sweetly. "Hey, lover."
I gave her a rushed kiss. "I'll be right with you."
She took off her thin shawl that was concealing my bluish love marks and observed me for a spell.
"How's it going with your trading? Are you able to make money out of it?"
"Sure, baby; otherwise, I wouldn't be doing it."
I documented today's trades in my trading journal and spun my office chair to face my sister. She plunked herself down in my lap, and we kissed long and hard.