Siblings Lives Sealed Together

That evening at the bar, they sat at a table with the two guys talking about the foul ups on their most recent mission. The girls didn't understand a lot of what they were saying and the guys couldn't really get into any explanations. Trish did catch occasional bits of their discussion. Something about their chopper being hit. Being lucky, a firefight, somebody's leg being FUBAR, a hot extract and glad to get out. It was hard to hear very much with the music, noise in the bar and Jill was trying to get all the details about Trish's morning.

The girls noticed a woman slowly walking toward them. She had blonde hair that came down past her shoulders, a very pretty face with dazzling blue eyes and flawless makeup. She had on a sleeveless black dress that looked like it was sprayed on her well-proportioned body, barely covering her. It came down to her upper thighs giving a good view of her stunning legs. The neckline plunged to her mid stomach, displaying an ample amount of her cleavage. She had on four inch heels causing her hips to sway erotically as she moved, enticing most of the guys and several women to watch as she strutted past. She was hot and she knew it.

Brandon and Derrick did not see her as she came up behind them while they were talking. She bent down between them and in a voice sounding like something from a phone sex line, purred "Well if it isn't my two favorite Navy SEALs" as she ran her hands across the back of their necks and onto their shoulders.

Brandon and Derrick both jumped and looked toward the voice, looking straight into her breasts.

Jill and Trish were furious. Trish started to get up, but Jill reached out and took her arm to stop her.

Brandon leaned back, looked at her and his eyes narrowed. "Bree! What do you want?"

Bree pouted, "Oooh Brandon, I haven't seen you in sooo long. I saw you coming in and you and Derrick looked sooo beat up, my heart went out to you. I just had to come over and check on you and make sure you two were alright. I guess these little girls here just can't take care of my guys."

Before either Jill or Trish could find a weapon to dispatch Bree, Brandon said,

"They do just fine taking care of us, more than fine!"

Bree eyed the girls, with a fake smile and in a condescending tone said,

"I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Bree. Brandon and I were, good friends," She smiled at Brandon, then ran her hand down the back of his neck. "VERY, good friends. And you are..."

Jill icily replied, "I'm Jill, Derrick's fiancée."

Brandon eyes widened, he shot a sideways glance to Derrick to see if this was an effort to shut Bree down, or was a new development that they hadn't heard of yet.

Trish, smiled "I'm Trish, Brandon's girlfriend. I'm glad to finally meet you, I have heard a LOT about you...Now I understand."

Brandon and Derrick nearly burst out laughing. Bree looked pissed, but kept the fake smile and coldly relied.

"Nice to meet you both"

Looking at Brandon she again purred,

"I WILL come by soon, and pick up the last of my things. It was sooo nice to see you again, it's been too long."

She turned, again running her hands over the two guys shoulders and slowly strutted away to the other side of the bar, again being watched by nearly everyone.

Brandon turned back toward the two girls and started to ask Jill about the fiancée thing, but before he could get a word out Jill glared at him,

"You dated that bitch? What the fuck was wrong with you? I don't care HOW good she was, nothing could offset that personality."

Brandon said, "Well it is a long story and I'm not sure I understand."

Trish was pissed off too, and was feeling more than a little intimidated by the way Bree looked, but decided to let it go, for now. She asked Jill if there was something she wanted to tell everyone.

"Well I guess the surprise is out of the bag now." She said holding up her left hand with an engagement ring.

Trish hugged her best friend and wanted to know when, where, how it happened. Brandon punched his Buddy's arm and said congratulations. He said he was a little surprised that Derrick hadn't said something to him. While the girls excitedly chatted, Derrick said

"Well, I wanted to, but you've been so stressed the last couple of weeks, I didn't think I should bring it up."

Brandon apologized "Yeah, I know. Sorry. I've had a lot on my mind that I had to figure out."

Derrick grinned at him and said, "Wouldn't be some of the same things I was frettin' over would it?"

Brandon felt bad, he really wanted to talk to Derrick about everything, but wasn't sure how he would react. Looking at Trish he said,

"Well it's complicated and I just need to figure out what to do and where we are going."

Derrick nodded, "I understand. You know you can talk to me 'bout anything, no judgment here. I got your back man!" He went on while the girls talked away, "I can tell you though, that girl right there, L-O-V-E-S you buddy, and it's gotta be obvious for ME to see it! I know you are crazy about her too. Don't let that shit that happened with Bree ruin this. You know I'm always up for a beer if you wanna talk sometime."

Brandon nodded and smiled "Thanks Buddy." and they resumed talking with the two girls.

Later that night when they got back to Brandon's place, Trish was very affectionate. She grinned at him as they walked into the bedroom and said

"You know, tonight will be our first night to sleep together as a couple."

He grinned, "Yep, I guess we better figure out some sleeping arrangements."

She frowned at him, "What do you mean?"

He smiled at her "I mean, which side do you want to sleep on?"

She hugged him and then with a sexy grin said, "On top!"

He laughed "we would NOT get any sleep in that position." They took off their clothes and crawled in bed, Trish on the right side, Brandon on the left, momentarily until Trish was over snuggled up against him.

She let out a contented sigh, "This is so nice! I love being next to you like this."

After a few minutes of cuddling and occasional kisses, she looked at him like she wanted to ask him a question. Finally she said,

"You know what you did to me this morning?"

Brandon smiled "well we did a couple of things this morning."

She blushed "The first thing, you know when you, did that...you know... down there."

Brandon laughed, "You mean when I went down on you, ate your pussy, performed oral sex on you? You can say it, you know that?"

She blushed even more, "Yeah. Well I've heard some girls talk about doing it to their boyfriend and they said they all seemed to like it. Some of the girls said they didn't like doing it, but their boyfriends really liked it when they did. A few girls said they really liked doing it. I always thought it was kinda disgusting and wouldn't do it to the few guys that I went out with that asked me too. But I think I might want to try it with you, I just, don't want to mess up and you not like it."

Brandon smiled "Well I doubt there is a guy on the planet that doesn't like getting a blow job and you are right, some girls like it, some don't. I'm sure there might be a way to mess it up and make it a bad one, but I can't think of too many ways." He then took her face in his hands,

"I don't want you to do something because you feel obligated to, or that you think I expect you too. This is about giving and receiving pleasure from each other. I will never make you do something you're not comfortable with or don't want to do. I did it to you because I like it, I love the sight, smell and taste of you. I enjoy giving you pleasure, it makes me feel good. If you want to do that for me, then that's fine, but don't do it because you think it is expected." He then gently kissed her, "I'll love you no matter what."

She hugged him, then shyly said, "I really want to. But you'll have to tell me what to do. I mean I have seen movies, but..."

He said, "Just do like we did this morning, kisses, touches, and see where it leads you. We'll go from there"

She began kissing him. The kisses quickly became very deep and passionate. She kissed his neck and chest while she ran her hands over his body, slowly moving lower. The talk before they started kissing had started to arouse him as he thought about her sucking his cock. He became very hard as she slowly moved down his body.

Her fingers brushed his erection. She then gently put her hand around it. It was very hard and felt almost hot to the touch. She slowly ran her hand up and down his length causing him to breathe deeper in anticipation. She rubbed over the head causing his cock to twitch. She felt a drop on the end and began to slowly rub it around the head. She finally had her face down to his groin. She carefully inspected him in the low light as she continued to fondle him. She took her other hand and gently cupped his balls, feeling them slide around in his sac.

She hesitantly stuck out her tongue and flicked the head. Brandon moaned at the sensation of his little sister's tongue touching him. She smiled and then took a longer lick. Soon she was running her tongue up and down along his shaft. When she reached the head, she gave it a kiss and opened her mouth and took in the head. "Oooohhh" Brandon moaned at the soft warmth of her mouth around him. She gently began to suck on him as she had seen in the movies. She was aroused and was truly enjoying pleasing her big brother. She began trying to take more of him in her moth. She got a few more inches in and thought she might gag. Brandon was still moaning and started bucking his hips against her mouth.

He knew he wouldn't last long as he was overwhelmed at the sight, sound and sensation his sister was giving him. Trish was sucking harder and bobbing her head faster in response to his thrusts. He was panting and in a raspy voice said, "I'm gonna cum soon." Trish wasn't sure what she would do, swallow or spit it out. Suddenly Brandon arched his back and a loud "Aaahhhh" escaped from his mouth. Trish felt his thick hot fluid hit the back of her throat. She pulled back just a little and felt another rope of cum enter her mouth. Her mouth was filling and she decided to swallow, not wanting to stop what she was doing while Brandon was in the midst of his orgasm. To her surprise, she didn't find the taste that bad. She didn't have much time to think about it as her mouth was being filled with the last couple of shots from Brandon. She felt him relax back onto the bed. She continued to gently suck until she was sure there was no more and Brandon started pushing her back saying "too sensitive, gotta wait." He then pulled her up in his arms. She was happy that she could give him the same pleasure he had given her.

In a couple minutes, he kissed her and said, "You were amazing, that was great." She gave him a big smile "I'm glad you liked it because I really liked doing it."

They lay there for a bit and Trish was rubbing her leg against his. She bumped his penis a couple of times and noticed he was getting hard again. She gave him a sly smile and slid her leg over him to straddle him. She was still wet from getting aroused while sucking Brandon. She began grinding herself against him getting wetter and hotter. He reached down as she scooted over his cock, and aimed it toward her opening as she slid onto it. It took a minute for her to work it completely in as she was still very tight, not that Brandon minded at all.

Once he was full sheathed in her she lay still. He could feel her intense heat, feel her wetness and the occasional little squeeze she gave him with her vaginal muscles. She slowly began rolling her hips, grinding her clit against his pubes when she rocked forward. She began to speed up and Brandon began thrusting up to drive himself in her deeper. Soon their pelvises were slamming together as if trying to fuse into one. They were both panting and moaning. Brandon felt her thighs quiver and he knew she was close. Her movements became jerky and she arched her back, threw back her head and moaned, "Braaanndoon, I, I, I'm...he felt her pussy spasm around him, felt her fluid run as he drove deep into her and started filling her with his cum. She collapsed on top of him panting. After several minutes her breathing slowed and she slowly pulled off of him hearing a soft plop and feeling their fluids slowly leak out of her. She rolled to his side, and drifted to sleep.

The next couple of weeks went by quickly. The guys had a couple of joint training exercises with the British Special Forces, but each only lasted a few days. Trish had completely moved all her things into "their" condo. Brandon complaining how was it possible for one person to have so much stuff in such a short life time. She just stick her tongue out at him.

One day there was a package of checks that came in the mail. She glanced at them, then did a double take. Brandon McCallun or Trish McCallun. There was also a letter from the bank addressed to her. She opened it to find a credit card in her name. She was stunned. They had not talked too much about these kinds of things and then only briefly. When he came home that night she asked him about it. He shrugged, gave her that lopsided grin and said,

"I figured you might as well have access to everything. If something happens to me, you're getting everything anyway."

She narrowed her eyes and said, "nothing better happen to you sailor boy or you'll have to answer to me! And I'll be PISSED!"

The next day he texted her and said he and Derrick were going to stop and grab a beer or two, then he would be home. When he came home that evening, he seemed much more upbeat than he had been in several weeks. Trish asked if he and Derrick had a good time. Brandon replied that they did, they hadn't had time to talk much other than work so they stopped got a beer and had a good BS session. Trish asked if they went to the bar that they met at that first time. Brandon said no.

Trish said "Good, I didn't want that one waitress taking GOOD care of you."

He then surprised her by asking if she wanted to go out to dinner Saturday night. She said sure and wanted to know if Jill and Derrick were coming. He said no and that she should dress up because he was going to take her someplace nice. She wanted to know what was up, what was the occasion. He just smiled and said she would to wait and see, knowing it would drive her crazy not knowing.

Saturday morning they woke up later than usual after several rounds of love making the evening before. Brandon was up drinking coffee and watching TV. Trish was getting ready to shower when she heard the doorbell ring. She didn't think much about it until she heard a sultry female voice,

"Well, aren't you going to ask me in Brandon?"

"Bree! What are you doing here?" Brandon responded.

Trish thought she better go in to keep her eye on Bree. She then thought, "Maybe I can put on a little show for her." She quickly stripped off her clothes, grabbed one of Brandon's shirts, strategically buttoned one button, mussed up her hair so it would look like she just crawled out of bed and exited the room. As she was stepping through the door, she heard Bree,

"Wow, you've decorated the place nicely, I'm impressed."

Brandon nervously relied, "This is all Trish's work, my girlfriend, Trish, the one you met at the bar a couple of weeks ago. She's really good at that stuff."

Bree was dressed to impress. Tight shorts, heels, and a loose halter top that was barely covering her breasts, which were quite obviously not being contained by a bra. Her hair and makeup once again looked flawless. She was standing very close to Brandon and was holding his arm. Brandon looked very uncomfortable.

As Trish approached unnoticed, she purred out in as sultry a voice as she knew how to muster, "Brandon, Honey, I didn't know we had company. I was wondering why you hadn't come back to bed." as she padded over to Brandon and gave him a wet kiss and headed into the kitchen to get some coffee. She was smiling evilly.

Brandon's eyes widened when he saw Trish. The shirt that she was wearing left little doubt she wore nothing beneath it. Trish turned and looked at Bree and said,

"Let's see, your Brittany, right?" then took a sip of her coffee.

Bree's eyes narrowed as she glared at Trish. "No, I'm Bree, we met a couple of weeks ago."

Trish shrugged, smiled and slowly strutted over to Brandon, wrapping her arms around him. Then looking at Bree replied,

"Sorry, I have a hard time keeping all of Brandon's ex-girlfriends straight." She then kissed him on the cheek and said, "But we won't have that problem from now on, will we sweetie?"

Brandon suddenly felt like he was standing in an open battlefield between two opposing armies. He cleared his throat and said, "Bree, I assume you came for those clothes. There is a box in the spare bedroom that I can carry down to the car so you don't have to waste time here."

Bree had been staring at Trish, who had kept a not so innocent smile on her face the whole time with her arms around Brandon.

Bree looked at Brandon, sighed and said, "Well if all I left was a few clothes, you can keep them...I thought, maybe, I had left something more valuable here. I guess I was mistaken. Well I have to go. Maybe I'll see ya around sometime."

She smiled a little sadly at him, turned and walked to the door. Brandon followed and closed the door behind her. He turned around to see Trish standing with her hands on her hips, looking very upset.

Brandon got a deer in the headlight look and asked "What?"

Trish angrily replied, "What was SHE doing here?"

Brandon stammered "I, I don't know, I mean, you heard her, she wanted the clothes she left."

Getting more upset by the second, Trish said, "Well she sure as Hell didn't want 'em too bad, IF SHE LEFT WITHOUT THEM!"

Brandon was shocked, "Well what did you want me to do? I offered to carry them down to her car. I mean I didn't ask her to come over."

Trish was on the verge of tears, her lip was quivering. "I know what she wants. She, she wants YOU back!" As the tears began to flow, she stammered "Then, I, I, will lose you, AGAIN." She started crying, turned and ran into the bedroom, slamming the door.

Brandon stood there, staring at the empty hall. His mouth was open, a stunned look on his face. He thought to himself "What the FUCK just happened? I thought this was going to be a great day. Hell its barely mid-morning and it has already blown up in my face!"

He sighed and walked to the bedroom door. He could hear muffled sobs. He lightly knocked on the door. No answer. He knocked again.

Between sobs he faintly heard, "Go away!"

He knocked again. "Trish open the door so we can talk."

"Leave me," sniffles "alone!"

"Trish, Honey, open the door. Please, I need to talk to you."

After several seconds he heard a muttered, "It's open."

He opened the door and saw her face down on the bed with a pillow over her head. He had to smile as it reminded him of seeing her this was several times in junior high school and her freshman year in high school when someone would upset her. He would go to her, just like he was now and calm her down. He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. He reached out and touched her. She jerked away.

"Trish, look at me, I want to tell you something."

She didn't move. He gently reached down and started to pick her up, saying "Trish, Hon, look at me."

She allowed him to bring her to a sitting position and scoot her to him. He smiled at her red puffy eyes and tear streaked face, wiping a tear from her cheek, he said,

"I've told you before there is not and never was anything with Bree, or any of the other girls I've dated: You want to know the real reason why?"