Sunday morning, and the holiday break was very nearly at its end. I awoke to find my big brother's head upon my exposed chest, his ear pressed to my sternum. He had said a few times before how much he enjoyed listening to my heartbeat; apparently, the rhythmic sound was soothing him even as he slept upon me.
The air in the apartment felt slightly cool, despite the temperature we usually maintain in every room. I reached down and pulled up the covers, almost completely covering his head.
The way he would hold me as we drifted to sleep every night would always make me feel protected, as if I was as important to him as is pure gold to the world economy. I cradled his head to me in much the same way, wanting to protect him during the relative vulnerability of sleep.
I closed my eyes, thinking of what I was doing at that very moment. I was naked, in bed with my own big brother, who was also naked. His ear was pressed to my chest, and my hands were ensuring that his head did not move from its current position. Anyone who saw us together in such a compromising position would be either repulsed and/or angry at our illicit relationship.
Yet, I did not care. The love I felt for my big brother was as natural to me as the act of breathing. The sharing of my bed and my body was simply an extension of my love. The occasional tickle wars and the brief shoulder massages and the time spent washing our laundry all served to bring us even closer together and further strengthen the love I felt for him.
His head shifted, coming to rest firmly upon a breast, as a hand slid across my stomach to grasp my hip. Clearly, he was still asleep. He definitely was comfortable in sleeping upon me, his own twin sister, and in touching my naked body. It was a touching moment, poignantly heightened by the gentle scratching of his lower face, certainly in need of a shave.
Slowly running my fingers through his hair, I closed my eyes and sighed contentedly. My mind wandered a bit, thinking about our relationship thus far. We had been lovers for roughly eight months, and had spent half that time living together in Berkeley. I remembered the quick stolen moments we had shared while we still lived back east, able only to share a quick hug or kiss or grope so as not to arouse the suspicions of our parents. Of course, there was the wonderful summer weekend camping trip in the mountains, a weekend full of great conversations, fantastic views, and intense lovemaking.
The head upon my breast shifted again while the hand upon my hip moved up my side to wrap around my ribcage. In a way, I wished my big brother's hand would wrap around certain other areas of my body instead, but I was not about to complain. I truly enjoyed his touches: soft and respectful, full of love and admiration.
The life we had created for ourselves upon arriving in Berkeley was indeed a good one. As first-year college students, we both had our studies to consider, as well as our jobs. In some ways, my big brother and I were very much like a husband and wife two-income household. And while we each had our own bedrooms with all the requisite items for sleeping and working alone, we sometimes worked together, and we always slept together... typically completely naked.
... as we were at that moment, on a semi-cool morning in my bedroom. Just how many times had we made love here in this bed, late at night before drifting to sleep or early in the morning to help chase the last remnants of sleep from our minds? How often had we retired here during the day, sometimes just for slow foreplay but other times just because our carnal desires needed to be sated? There were, of course, many non-sexual activities we had shared in this very bedroom, from massages to working on my computer to general freewheeling chats to just simple sleep.
"My sweetest Victor," I whispered, stroking my big brother's head. "I love you so much."
That seemed to be the key, for my big brother stirred at last, turning his face toward my breast to place a gentle kiss just above the nipple. I smiled as his lips kissed a short trail into my valley, ending with a kiss and a gentle nibble directly over my heart.
"Good morning to you, too," I said softly, my hands caressing his head.
