Hey there!
Thanks for reading on about what happens next between my brother and I. Luckily, things didn’t end with last night. But they still have a kind of sad ending. :(
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I awoke in the morning with the scent of bacon and eggs in the kitchen. I tumbled out of bed in a half asleep manner and found my way without my contacts (and I am proud to say, without stumbling) to the kitchen. Kyle was behind the kitchen bench; topless, with an apron wrapped around his lower half.
“It smells good.” I said, feeling very awkward about the previous night. He craked the eggs against the pan and then poured the contents in.
“Wow,” I said, “you are trying to impress mum and dad.”
“They’ve gone out for a run,” he said, “and I thought it would be nice if they had breaky to come back to.”
I willed myself to go into the kitchen, and I wrapped my arms around his torso. It felt so forbidden and painful; to think that in the living room which opened up from the kitchen, in just viewing distance was a family portrait of us as kids. And we were in our school uniforms in it; little kids.
“We shouldn’t.” he said, peeling my arms from his body.
“Why not?” I asked.
“We’re related,” he replied, “very closely.”
“So what?” I asked. I felt my eyes beginning to burn with want.
He got a perplexed look on his face that ran across his mouth and eyes. Then he reached out across the bench where a plastic Buzz-Ez squirt bottle of honey had been left out.
“Stay away or you’ll be real sticky.” He said.
“How sweet of you.” I flirted back.
“Ha de ha,” Kyle replied, obviously finding me funny but not wanting to admit it.
I gave a little play full scream, and he came chasing after me down the hallway with the squirt bottle.
Kyle was faster than me, and held my body up against a wall. We were laughing. He got the bottle and pulled the collar of my pajamas away from me, pouring the honey down my top.
“Yuck!” I said, “now I’m all sticky!”
Kyle smiled. “I’ll have to get it off for you.”
He lifted the top of my pajamas off, over my head, again exposing the boobs and the sticky trace of honey between them.
“When are our parents going to be back?”
“Not for at least another ten minutes.” Kyle replied.
“Well, what say they come back early?” I asked.
“Then mum would scream because they’d be freaked out.” Kyle replied.
Despite my hesitations, I was thirsty for Kyle. I wanted him against my body.
With my body pressed up against the wall, he began licking down between my breasts, with his tongue. And it felt good. As he licked, he used a hand to stimulate my clit again, making me want to come. And then just before I did begin, he reached for the squirty bottle again and he put a dab of honey on his finger, and then stuck it down my pajama pants, smearing it over my pussy lips.
“Ewww!!!!’ I laughed.
“That’s for being bad.” Kyle said.
“I’m not bad!”
“Yeah? Well you flirt with your own brother,” he retorted.
Kyle dropped to his knees, in front of me. I placed a hand on the top of his skull. He pulled my pajama bottoms down to the floor. I didn’t wear underwear under my pajamas. I let him dak me passively, and ran my fingers through his messy blondish hair.
“I would like to see you come again.” Kyle whispered. His mouth was at the site of my slit, and he bent forwards and kissed me. He began to suck and lick and it felt amazing.
I wriggled around in the ecstasy of it; drawing myself closer to his body so that I held him against me. Quickly I began to come. And it was hard. I threw my head back a little, letting my hair cascade down my back. I felt like nothing could possibly be more desired than Kyle’s mouth. I was becoming shaky and weak at the knees from the orgasm, and let myself slide down the wall so that my legs slipped down on either side of his torso. He bent over me, kissing my lips.
“So it didn’t work,” I said, “the honey didn’t get rid of me. It just stuck us together”
“No,” he said, “it didn’t. I want you too much. I wish for my birthday you could be wrapped up in a box and I could keep you forever.” He said.
Then his thoughts retracted.
“Fuck!” he yelled as the fire alarms went off, “The breakfast!”
“Oh Kyle!” I exclaimed.
I quickly put my pajamas back on and joined him running around in a frenzy, opening the doors and windows; letting in the morning air as the alarms stopped ringing and the burning smell went. At that moment our parents came in and I rushed to the bathroom to get showered and washed.
I heard my parents laughing when I got out of the shower.
“You’re a useless cook, but its very sweet.”
My mother was saying. They said good morning to me as I entered the kitchen in my towel bath robe. I felt paranoid that they could tell what had happened; but hey seemed unaware.
After breakfast of burnt eggs, toast and pancakes, I helped Kyle with the dishes in the kitchen.
“That’s not going to happen again,” stated Kyle to me.
“Oh, I’ll do breakfast next time.” I offered.
“No,” said Kyle, “I mean, we’re not going to touch each other again.”
I felt like my heart was clenching inside me.
“Kyle…what say…we have feelings for each other?”
“We can’t” he said
“Don’t be so closed minded. There’s no genetic program telling us that.”
He gave me a hug holding my body firmly against his.
“Yeah, but there is a social program. And that says we can’t be together.”
We finished the dishes and Kyle went to his room because he said he needed to do some work for a colleague on his computer.
I was worried. I didn’t know what to get Kyle for his birthday; and I didn’t have much money. I asked my dad what I could get Kyle, but he just said some beer glasses or footy gear. I wanted to give him something special..
In the afternoon I asked Kyle if there was anything specific he wanted I could get.
“No,” he said, “I told you this morning, you wrapped up in tissue paper with a pretty bow around the outside.”
In the evening Kyle asked me to come to the hall with him to help him set it things up ahead of time…he wanted to get the lights and everything positioned just right. Some friends of his were flying in from Melbourne the next day just to come to his twenty first party.
I watched Kyle’s arse the whole time as he unpacked cardboard boxes of coloured light bulbs and their cords, and found power outlets to extend them across the ceiling. I told him where to put them; if they were straight and so on. He also had boxes of streamers and there was a disco globe in the middle of the hall.
Kyle was notably excited about his party. He moved energetically and talked fast and elevated. He pulled me in towards him, and we kissed passionately for five minutes. Holding me, he walked me backwards against the wall and pressed his knee up between my legs. It was as if I couldn’t get enough of my brother. We had so many things in common; and we were both attractive. We were perfect for each other.
“That yellow light needs to be two more centimetres more to the right” I teased him. He let go of my body and raced up to the light to try and adjust its position on the supporting cord.
“Hey, I was just joking, Kyle.” I said. I wanted him to come back and touch me more.
“You cheeky puss!” He laughed, and ran back over towards me to give me another kiss.
Kyle drove himself and I back to our parents place at eleven p.m..
My father was up in the lounge, staring vacantly into the TV.
“It took the two of you six hours to put everything up?” He asked.
“Hey, I want it to be perfect.” My brother said. He pinched me on the bottom where my father couldn’t see, and I could feel the tingly sensation through my legs again.
My father pointed the control at the TV, turned if off, and went to bed.
Laughing silently, Kyle picked me up again and carried me off into his bedroom. This time he tucked me under the covers of his bed, and we slept together in a little huddle. I woke up during the night, gave him a few pecks on the cheek which he returned, then went off into another phase of rapid eye movement.
I woke up first in the morning to see the rise and fall of Kyle’s chest. I touched him lightly across the forehead. He awoke, staring into my eyes.
“Happy Birthday.” I said.
Kyle smiled at me, engaging in another deep pashing session. His hands were creeping down my pajama’s again; and I was getting incredibly horny.
“Can I give you your first birthday present now?” I asked.
“What is it?” Kyle asked.
“Sex.” I said bluntly.
Kyle’s eyes widened.
“I can’t believe you said that.” He said.
