This is the second day of the series "Titillation in Tahiti". I hope it meets with my reader's appreciation. Sorry for the long wait, but some of us must work for a living. I have already started on Day Three so hopefully there won't be another year lag. As some of you know who follow my writings, I like interlinking characters from other stories (see Frozen Stiff).
I know I had many offers for editing and honestly if I was going to sell this series, I would take each of you all up on your generous offers, but this story is not mainstream, and I am just writing it for fun. If you as the reader really can't suffer through the grammar and spelling problems (and yes, I am well aware that there are many), then I would rather you just not read my story, and instead move on to the classics say, "To kill a mockingbird" or "Catcher in the Rye".
I look forward to your comments and feedbacks. I can't include all of your suggestions but I do when I can.
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DAY TWO
I woke up to the sound of Cooper Baily lightly snoring into my hair, with the morning sun coming through the eastern open window. It had obviously been light for a few hours, but had just now crested over the window sill and was now shining right in my eyes.
As I lifted my head from my pillow, I still couldn't believe that Coop was in my bed with me. My stomach fluttered again as I took a moment to revel in my feelings of true love and wonder. The fantasy lasted only a mere second before I completely froze up in fear. What we have already doe and wanted to do had real consequences. Even if Cooper was not one to pick at the details, I sure was. What if Cooper changes his mind and decides he made one huge mistake. I was not someone that Cooper could have a fling with and then forget. No I am his sister?
We didn't exactly have a lot of time to discuss what all of this would mean to us the morning after. What if he feels different in the morning light with no wine to fog up his brain? Being a typical woman, now that I thought about it, I was no longer able to go back to sleep, but instead laid there worry about the "what if's".
Then it hit me, how do I feel? Do I feel different about Coop, now that my mind wasn't fogged with booze and lust? After a taking a moment to fully analyze my feelings and the consequences of our actions, I could only sigh with contentment. Grabbing Coop's arms tighter around my waist. I realized that my hidden love I have had for my brother was deeper now than it has ever been. Just the idea that Cooper could love me like I did him made me wet between my legs.
Having put my feelings and thoughts properly back into order, allowed me to calm down my inner anxiety to a level that was not so panicked. No it wouldn't do for Coop to see me unsure or nervous. He would over think our new love and would panic like a rabbit being chased by a fox.
No, instead Coop would have to see that I had no doubts. This would reassure him that I was really ok with all of this. Besides I wanted his cock inside me as soon as possible without scaring him away. Maybe if he woke to me sucking his beautiful man sausage, he would wake up in the right frame of mind?
I laid there and quietly chuckled to myself, but I gave up on this thought as fast as it flew in. I knew that as much as I have always loved Coop, it was more important for him to come to this decision on his own. I already knew he loved me as a sister. But did he really love me as his new partner? It was bad enough that Cooper historically loved all of his lovers deeply. Personally I think he actually lusted after these women. But Copper would tell you that he had no way of holding anything back, so when the break up eventually came with his girlfriends, he was always more devastated than his ex-girlfriend was.
His ex-fiancé Amber is a classic example of this. His nerves were still quite raw from such a terrible break up. We might be pretending to be married on this week long retreat, but it didn't mean that Cooper could shake that bitch Amber from his heart.
As I lay there listening to Coop's breathing, I realized I was in no hurry to get out of bed. Instead I wanted a few more moments to think about what my brother and I had done and how it was going to affect the rest of our lives. We had jumped over the proverbial incest fence with our eyes wide open and while we didn't actually close the deal with actual sex last night (as defined by our ex-President Clinton), what we had done already, clearly showed that we were damn serious about taking this farther.
I wanted Cooper to love me as his lover, not just lust after me for a weeklong fantasy. I knew if Coop was given enough time, he would see the big difference between what he had felt in the past for Amber, when he compared his feelings for me.
It was a big risk. I knew that I could ensnare him with lust like his other girlfriends. Coop was wired to always eventually be the bottom and sexual slave. One good romp on the mat and He willingly became a girl's door mat. If the woman didn't already understand the dynamics of dominance relationship, she would have her fun with Cooper and eventually lose all respect for him. While I loved the idea of being dominant in our relationship, I was serious about wanting him as my life partner which meant that Cooper got to make up his own mind and that meant he could feel comfortable with dominating me.
I still worried if I really wanted to risk everything I have had with my brother Coop by making love to him over this vacation. Could we truly do this and then put it all back safely into a normal emotional box and forget it happened? I know that for myself it was going to be impossible to forget what has happened between us here in Paradise. With my love for him now out in the open, there was no way I can or should take that back.
There... I made my decision. Since there was no real choice, I think we must just move forward, going were ever this relationship leads us.
I had to do all of this thinking because I knew Coop wouldn't think about the long term ramifications. It's just the way Coop wired. He would be all "Sis, let's just go with the flow and take each day as a new one." Cooper was not known for being a big thinker in our family, nor for letting guilt get in the way of what he wanted to do. That has always been my job as we grew up. Our parents always made sure that we both knew that Kathleen is the smart one, Kathleen is the responsible one, and Kathleen is going to be a famous Chemist someday. It was one of the things I hated about my parents. That kind of dreck was hurtful and not necessarily true. The dreck never stopped. Hearing my mother's and father's voice continually saying Kathleen, Kathleen, Kathleen. God, it made me want to scream sometimes. Sometimes I thought Cooper was actually the smart one by dodging any expectation from my parents.
What was sad was while my parents had these impossibly high expectations for me, they had absolutely none for Coop. Even though I knew for a fact that Coop was just as smart (if not smarter) than I was. No, He didn't have a shortage of smarts, instead he had a shortage of willpower and drive. He always acted like he didn't give a fuck.
Father would say he was just lazy from being babied all his life. But I think it was much more than that. He had such low self-esteem and was just too frightened to make any life changing decisions. So in the end everything thing he did or was involved in was because someone else helped him make that decision.
My mother had encouraged Cooper into photography and did extremely well with it. But later Amber encouraged him to stop and start being a driver for the big brown delivery truck. I'm still not sure if he liked doing either job or both, because when asked, he always say it was the best job that he ever did. But since I knew I could also just as easily get him to do whatever I wanted, it would be wrong not to encourage him to instead do what he really wanted to do. Taking up photography again seemed a promising start to me.
Flipping over, I tilted on my side, while I lightly traced the small wrinkles on Coop's face. A face with no worries or questions. No Kathleen, you're not going to overthink this vacation. You're going to continually ask yourself, "What would Cooper do!" And then do it with no regret or remorse. If Coop comes around to thinking and feeling like you, well then that's all well and good.
This thinking made me smile and find the courage to lean in and kiss his nose and then slowly get out of bed. It wasn't as easy as it first looked because the sheet had stuck to the inside of my legs with our dry body fluids. For not actually consummating our love, we sure did make a mess of it. Taking a wet wash cloth from the previous night, I quickly gave myself a sitz bath and climbed back into my now dry bikini bottoms. Throwing on a black short mesh sarong wrap, I made sure it left my tits exposed. The idea that other people at this resort would be looking at my tits, kind of turned me on and made my areola crinkle and my nipples get hard.
My stomach rumbled again, reminding me again that I had nothing to eat or drink for almost twelve hours. I was ready to go exploring and go find brunch. The mesh wrap was light as silk and so see through that it left nothing to the imagination when it came to showing off my white bikini bottoms. If I need to, I could quickly move the sarong up and retie a knot. This would provide enough cover from the sun, while still leaving my breasts fully exposed through the sheer mesh.
