This story is a longer romantic story with a lot of build-up and little actual sex in this chapter. If you want a quick fix, please go elsewhere. Do give your valuable comments and votes at the end.
BEEP BEEP BEEP ...
The alarm clock woke Dana up with a start. She was sweating profusely. She got up quickly and rushed to the bathroom to wash her face. After splashing water on a few times, she looked in the mirror, and was ashamed to face what looked back at her. For you see, Dana Walsh had just had a wet dream. An intense sexual fantasy filled with details too lurid for the more explicit Harlequin. This wasn't the part which bothered her though. The truly disturbing part was that the main protagonist of that dream was her younger brother, Kyle, and that this wasn't the first either.
She took some time to calm down and resumed her morning routine, but she couldn't shake the constant thought at the back of her mind that she should tell Kyle about her feelings. She had spent most of her teenage years in denial, but was unable to continue the charade.
The rational part of her mind insisted that it was just a passing phase; an absurd attraction which in time would disappear. She felt confident that once she got into a serious relationship the feelings would dissipate. With her stunning looks and a personality to match, she'd had many boyfriends over the years. Despite this however, when she was lonely or upset, it was a mental image of Kyle which helped her the most. During those years of denial the rational part of her mind had controlled her love life, her feelings for Kyle being a background noise always present, but ignored as much as possible. Lately that background noise had become a deafening roar.
After a quick shower, Dana headed downstairs for breakfast and was greeted cheerfully by her parents as she sat down. Putting her lustful thoughts aside for the time being, she dove into the ham sandwich and omelette in front of her.
"Morning Dana."
Just hearing his voice was an aphrodisiac for her. She could already feel those thoughts, and the not-so-distant memory of the dream, climbing out of the metal recess she had forced them into. She turned her head to look at her beloved brother.
Kyle Walsh was in simple words, beautiful. His was cherubic, almost angelic, and retained all the innocence of a precocious teenager. His smile was honest and endearing. An unruly mop of blond hair was a permanent fixture on his face. He wasn't muscled and ripped like the guys most of Dana's friends drooled over, but he had an almost childish charm and an aura of serenity which set Dana's heart aflutter.
"Morning bro," Dana said with a radiant smile, her eyes following him as he sat down opposite her.
Kyle poured himself some milk and began mixing it into his cornflakes.
"So, what plans have you got today, Kyle? Want to see a movie together? Ever since you moved to the big city we hardly spend any time together," she said, putting on her best fake pout.
Kyle was working in New York as an interior decorator and had earned enough money to get a small apartment.
"I wish I could, but I have to see a client's house. There's a big renovation job on offer. Beside, you'll be joining me in New York soon enough, and then we'll spend all the time we have together," Kyle said as he poured himself some juice. "You just keep doing whatever that Economics thing you're doing here is, and we'll be together soon enough," he said, giving her a typically charming wink.
"That's too bad. I was thinking we could get together after I get back from the gym."
"Dana, you still work out? Look at yourself! You have more muscles than a quarterback. I've seen you with the punching bag occasionally. You hit it like it mortally wounded you," he said, with a few vocal special effects.
Dana rolled her eyes at him.
"Maybe you should join me sometime. Isn't it strange that your sister is in better shape than you?"
He knew she had been fascinated with martial arts and had an obsession with physical fitness since they were in their teens. Her prowess as a fighter had been legendary in high school. Once, a classmate of hers decided to jump out behind her in the park, in an attempt to scare her. He had timed it perfectly - too perfectly. She was surprised to the extent that she blindly threw an uppercut his direction, and he had ended up with a dislocated jaw. One of the happy by-products of this obsession was that no one dared to bully Kyle at school. Dana had always been fiercely protective of him, and would have made any bully dearly regret it.
"No, I'd rather stay the way I am. All hot and handsome for the ladies," he replied with a signature smirk.
Unknown to Kyle, Dana was having involuntary flashbacks to her last dream. It was getting harder and harder to resist him. This small conversation had already aroused her slightly. She quickly finished her breakfast and feigned having some homework as an excuse to return to her bedroom.
"Hey, where do you think you're going?" Kyle asked in a mock serious tone. "You haven't given me a big-sister kiss yet. You'd better get a move on, I have to leave soon."
A kiss was the last thing Dana wanted to give him right now. There was no way she could keep the kiss within the boundaries of an appropriate sibling kiss, given the way she felt about him. He remained adamant in his own childlike way, folding his arm and waiting for her. Yielding to the inevitable, she quickly walked over to him. Closing her eyes, she planted the softest possible peck on this cheek, and then literally ran back to her room.
Once in the privacy of her bedroom, she slammed the door behind her and stood against it for support, her head cradled in her hands. Her feelings were getting stronger by the minute, and were almost out of control. She walked to her bedside table and retrieved a photograph of her and Kyle. He had his arms around her, and was resting his beautiful face on her chest. He looked relaxed and at peace with everyone around him. She also had her arms wrapped around him at his shoulders, and was softly nuzzling his hair. The photo had been taken at Lake Crawford, their favourite family getaway.
She gazed at the photo lovingly, and reminisced about their relationship together as they grew up. He had been more than the best brother in the world. They had been soul mates, with an almost telepathic understanding of each other's thoughts. Now she longed for more. Of late Dana had come to realise that there was no doubt about one fact. Something she had been mentally avoiding for so long.
She loved her brother. Her love was blind and intense. It was too elemental to deny, and too powerful to be hidden. It was a thing of unrivalled beauty. He was the only thing which mattered to her anymore.
Suddenly, the time reminded Dana that she needed to hurry to college. She put away her thoughts, and quickly got dressed, grabbed her books, and left at top speed.
She could barely think in class, her mind entirely preoccupied with thoughts about her brother. Now that she had accepted her feelings about him only one question remained; should she tell him about them?
When she returned that evening, she will still in a tizzy over her decision. Kyle arrived home late in the night, just as the table was being laid for dinner. He had successfully secured the interior renovation contract. This first advance pay was $10,000, and he had promptly driven down to Tiffany's in New York and bought an diamond necklace.
Kyle sneaked up behind Dana and, in one swift motion, placed it around her neck. She gasped as she saw how it glittered in the light. Her eyes welled up with tears and she turned immediately and enveloped her brother in a loving embrace. He held her back just a tightly. They just stayed that way for a minute or so, until they were interrupted by their mother chiding him for spending his money so thoughtlessly and extravagantly.
"You see that smile I brought to Dana's face? The money was well spent," he said in a nonchalant tone, leading to another emotional moment between the siblings.
That night when Dana went to bed, she continued to debate whether or not to tell Kyle about her love for him; love that went beyond the sibling kind. She weighed the pros and cons of the decision in her mind. Her greatest fear was the high likelihood that he would get freaked out by the idea of sleeping with his own sister, and that he would never be able to talk normally to her again. She would lose her brother forever. But there was a chance, a minuscule chance, that he would feel the same way.
She would love him dearly and tenderly for as long as she lived, for he was the only real friend she had. He was her confidante from before she reached puberty, and he had never done anything to hurt her. Now in their twenties, he still remained the only person who loved her unconditionally. Her eyes welled up as she recalled some of the instances of sacrifice he had made for her. He had taken numerous spankings from their parents for her mistakes, and even ditched his own graduation party halfway through to spend the night with her, just because she was feeling lonely after a break up.
His simple gestures, such as sitting by her side and putting his arms around her, or offering his shoulder for her to cry on, were always just what she needed when she was upset, instinctively knowing what to do when she was in distress. He would listen to her pathetic sobbing for hours on end. His angelic, cherubic face radiated an aura of warmth and brotherly affection. She knew that someday he would make a woman very happy. Right now, Dana wanted to be that woman. She continued vacillating between her decisions for some time before she eventually fell asleep.
It was some time later that she heard the door of her room slowly open. Kyle walked in, with that charming, unassuming smile that floored women everywhere.
"Why are we fighting this?" he asked her simply.
"Fighting what?" she asked as she looked up at him, trying her best to sound clueless.
"This," he said, pointing between the two of them.
"I honestly don't know," she replied, lowering her head and shrugging.
Kyle walked towards her and cupped her chin in his hand, forcing her to look up at him.
"Damn you're beautiful," he said while looking in her eyes.
He leaned forward and took her lips in a breathtaking kiss. He gently pushed her down onto the bed and climbed on top of her without breaking the kiss. Dana's legs automatically opened and allowed his legs to slide between them. She could feel his hands roaming over her body, stopping at her breasts. She moaned softly, letting him know how much she loved what he was doing. He stopped suddenly and propped himself up on his elbows.
Dana closed her eyes and prayed silently that this wasn't a dream. Before she could open them, she felt him lower himself on the bed, his knees spreading her legs wider. She gasped as he began to palm her breasts and toying with her nipples. He lowered his head and she felt his tongue begin to lash out on her nipples. She felt his tongue circle around one nipple before he took it gently into his mouth. She arched her back and silently begged for more.
"Kyle," she moaned softly.
He ignored her plea and switched to the other nipple, continuing to suck. She felt his arm slowly slide over her belly, and stop above her panties. He looked at her with a little uncertainty in his eyes, but when she leaned up and kissed him it vanished.
"Oh, you're so wet for me, aren't you, Dana,' he whispered fiercely as he smacked her clit.
"Yes!" she cried out as he slipped his hand under her panties and jammed two fingers inside her.
He withdrew the fingers and plunged them in deeper, grinding the palm of his hand against her clit.
