I know the first part may have left a few of you wanting more. Or even disappointed in the lack of sex. But here is the next installment.
After I read this note I was fucking pissed. I figured he would at least treat me to a nice dinner and possibly a romantic stroll together before he tried getting me in the sack. I had already told him we would do it so I figured I would trust him. Who knows, he may actually have something nice planned.
With my trusting attitude I left my house at roughly 20 minutes to seven, headed for the Holiday Inn. It was a good drive from where I was. Five miles isn't all that far but it sure as hell takes a bit in heavier traffic. Even more so while riding a little underpowered scooter. Being a Friday night I should have expected the heavier traffic flow. I finally arrived at the Holiday Inn, a few minutes late.
I felt silly telling the girl at the front desk that I was looking for lemonade. I didn't want to do it but as I walked in she seemed to be expecting it from me. "Hi," I begrudgingly babbled a salutation. "I uh.. Well... I'm..."
She interrupted, "You need some lemonade?"
"Yeah," I gave her a slight smile.
She handed me a key, "Room 312. Have a nice time."
I felt so embarrassed. This girl at the front desk knew what was going on. It felt like I was about ready to be cheating on my spouse and she knew it! I felt so dirty but headed up the stairs towards room 312.
I apprehensively slid the key card through the door's card reader. The light went from a solid red, to a blinking red, and then back to solid red again. "Fuck," I thought. "I hope she told me the right room." I slid the card through again, this time I was more deliberate about sliding it through. The red light began to blink but this time turned green. I pushed down on the door's lever handle and it opened right up.
The room was filled with darkness. It seemed as if all lights in the room had been squelched by something or another. The window was pitch black. I even noticed a lack of a familiar blinking VCR display. I set down my bag and made my way towards the bed while looking for a light by running my hands along the wall.
Just as I felt the edge of a light switch I was abruptly seized. Spun around like a top and met with a kiss. It was deep and passionate. I had never expected such a kiss from Paul. He was a good kisser but there always seemed to be a lack of emotion. This kiss was filled with love. This kiss got me very exited and I forgot about my expectations of romance before sex.
As I reached my arms around I felt his body. He was already naked. I rubbed my hands up and down his back feeling his warmth. His cock pressed into me. It felt harder than I had ever remembered. I reached towards his ass and felt an unfamiliar hardness. At this point I should have known. With as hefty as Paul was I should have known that this wasn't his tight ass. But it didn't click. My mind was so drawn away by the passionate kissing that my thought processes had nearly shut down. Sex was the only thing I was looking for now.
My clothes quickly dropped to the floor as we kissed over the short distance to the bed. I fell backwards on the bed while my lover moved in on top of me. He caressed my cheek before coming back in for more passionate kissing. This is another one of those hindsight things. Paul had never caressed any part of my body let alone my cheek. At that moment it didn't matter. I was ready. I had been thinking about doing this all day and now I was here with him, ready for penetration.
His cock made its way to my pussy. I could feel the large amount of pre-cum that had accumulated on his cockhead. It helped lubricate my opening. With a little wiggle and a slight thrust his man rocket entered my vacuum of space. As his cock kept going I instantly had serious doubts about this man's identity. Paul's cock could have never penetrated that far. I never remembered him being that long or that thick. As our pubic bones came in contact with one another I could feel this prick teasing my diaphragm.
He began thrusting before I had a chance to say anything. Good fuck, it felt fucking fantastic. His cock kept thrusting in and out and I finally had to say something. "Slow down a little. Your cock feels a lot larger than I thought it was."
He stopped humping me, "Your tits feel kind of different too."
This was it perverts. Yeah, it took us both that long to finally figure it out. I knew as I heard his voice that I wasn't being fucked by Paul. I knew that voice. It was as familiar as my own brother. After all it was my brother.
He lay there on top of me supporting his upper body with his elbows locked. We were both rather calm when we should have been both jumping up in disgust. If he had reacted in such a way I may have just ended up sitting in a super hot shower with my knees pulled up to my chest. Very similar to a bad Lifetime women's original movie cliche. But he hadn't. He just continued to lay on top of me calm as can be. His cock still inside me, seemingly frozen like a deer caught in some headlights.
It felt as if a few years had passed from the moment of recognition to the moment of consolation. It was me who broke the silence, "So have you figured this out yet?"
"Would you take your cock out of me? Or are you just going to lay there deep inside your sister all night?"
"Give me a second."
My brother's response totally caught me off guard. I completely expected him to jump right off of me. Instead he lay there with his cock continuing to throb within me. "So... I guess I'll just lay here until you make up your mind."
His cock finally started to withdraw from our sexual combat. Without saying a word he moved off the bed and turned on the lights. The luminosity of the lights was instantly more than expected. After having spent some time in a pitch black room all I could do was squint while my eyes adjusted. As I was able to look up I saw my brother standing there with his cock waving in all it's glory. His balls seemed to hang as a swinging ballast to his manhood.
My brother roared at me, "What the fuck are you doing here?"
"The note on my desk told me to be here at seven and to ask for lemonade," I retorted back as I moved off the bed to a standing position.
"What? That was for Maria! Your note was in an envelope." My brother's tone of voice seemed to go from astonishment to anger. It was also at this moment when it all came together. I felt so embarrassed.
"Why was it on my desk then and not in her hands?"
"I put it in her book so she would find it later."
This whole time we had been aggressively moving towards each other, both ready to fight to the death.
"Well you missed. Your damn note was on my desk!"
"Where is the envelope that Paul dropped off?"
"Maria dropped it after she picked up her books and I picked it up and gave it to her!"
By this time our voices had risen to the decibel level of fighter jets. I was super mad at him for not getting his note firmly in Maria's book. He was over the top fuming because I had given her the note intended for me and instead took the note intended for her.
It seemed to go silent as we both stared each other down. It had to have been the most awkward staring contest in all the world. I could see his brow curling and his lips snarling. And finally he broke. His eyes gave me a once over.
"Stop staring at my tits!"
"I'm not staring," my brother's voice seemed to calm down. I knew with my tits staring back at him I had the power. Thats how all men are. "I was just thinking how pretty you are. And how I'm upset with you but I don't care because your my sister."
"So you liked fucking your own sister? Holy shit you are one hell of a pervert."
"It wasn't like I was the only one who liked it. I heard your moans. You could have attracted the attention of hell itself with all the noise you were making."
Oh I was livid. My brother had just insulted my dignity and my morality. He had downtrodden my ego. The worst part of it was that he was right. I could only answer with a loud "Argh!" With that I went for my clothes and started to get dressed. My brother followed suit.
I put on my clothes as quickly as I could. I grabbed my bag and headed for the door. My brother was in hot pursuit while zipping up his pants in the hallway. "Where are you going," he urged.
"I'm going to Paul's. If I see Maria I'll tell her where you are."
"Stop being so mad. I'll take you." I stopped and looked at him. "Come on. It will give us a chance to talk things over. I just want to make sure you are doing OK."
For having just penetrated his sister's body with his cock he sure seemed to want the awkwardness to continue. "Fine," I retorted. "But no one, and I mean no one at all, ever hears about this. Not Maria, not Paul, not our parents, not any friends; past, present, or future. This is just between us."
"Fine," my brother responded. "No one. Not like I had intended to anyways."
I moved towards my brother's beat up car and took my place in the passenger seat. He suddenly seemed so willing to be nice to me I had to nearly run to open my own door. The drive was rather awkward. It was silent the whole time. Not a single shred of communication. In a car without a radio this was a rather emotionally grueling trip.
Silence was broken like the shot heard round the world. "I'm going to stop at home real quick. Its on the way, maybe we can call Paul before we try going over there."
"Fine, whatever you want," I replied aggressively.
"Why are you being this way? We both made mistakes to get us here. We both had a little sex with each other."
"Don't say it like that."
"What? That we had sex?"
He was starting to get to me, "Yeah. I don't want to hear it."
"Are you ashamed of doing it with me."
I just stayed silent. I didn't want to answer. I wasn't really mad that we did it. It was really good. It was also only a few good pumps of his hips. So could we really call it sex? "We didn't really have sex."
"What? Really? Oh yes we did. I put my cock inside of you... you know... sex."
We finally made it back to our apartment and I was able to walk away from his attempt at reconciling our mishap. You see perverts, I was not mad that I did it with him. My biggest issue about the whole situation is that I enjoyed it. I'm not supposed to enjoy having sex with my own brother. It was nice. He kissed me like he really needed me. He held me like a man should. I was mad at myself, and not him. It was really my fault that we ended up together. It was also my thoughts about it that kept enticing me.
I made my way through the front door of our apartment. I headed straight for the phone frantically dialing Paul. I heard my brother come inside and saw him sit on the couch out of the side of my eyes. With each passing ring I became more nervous. After it was apparent that Paul was unavailable I hung up. "Did you want to call Maria while we are here?"
"Yeah. I'll give her a try." My brother picked up the phone. He too waited while the phone rang. There was no answer. "Well I guess that didn't work. Want to drive around and see if we can find them?"
Without an answer I walked out the door and sat back in his car, waiting patiently. My brother soon followed. It was another awkward drive as we made our way to Paul's place. The windows were dark. It was obvious no one was home.
"Mind if we try Maria's apartment," my brother asked.
"Yeah. Thats fine."
Maria lived a bit further away. So again it was a long awkward moment with my brother. I wanted to tell him that I wasn't mad at him. I wanted to tell him that it wasn't his fault. I wanted to tell him that even though he was my brother I enjoyed it. I wanted to tell him all of these things but I just wasn't ready to.
We finally made it to Maria's apartment. The lights were on in her bedroom. "Do you want to come in with me? Or are you going to continue to sulk in the car?" My brother's statement cut me to the core, but he was right. I needed to get over it. Not like Maria would ever know what happened. She was probably mad that he hadn't called her yet.
My brother knocked on Maria's front door. No answer. He knocked again a little harder. Again there was no answer. Just as I was thinking we were going to head out he turned the door knob. It was open so he pushed on the door and took a peek in. I followed him into Maria's apartment feeling rather self-conscious about the whole thing. We had just walked uninvited into her apartment.
"Do you hear that," my brother asked.
"Yeah. I do. Do you think that's Maria?"
"Only one way to find out." My brother walked towards the noise coming from Maria's bedroom. My heart was beginning to beat faster and I could tell his was too. He reached for her bedroom doorknob and with a quick movement swung the door wide open. The scene before us was nearly more that I wanted to take in at that moment. There was Maria with all her prettiness. Her fantastic shiny hair glistening in her bedroom lights. Her fantastic and nearly flawless skin boasted of her beauty. Yes, perverts, there she was naked as can be. Right there on top of Paul.
I know most of you perverts would suggest we just join in as if it were no big deal. Thats not how life works perverts! Most of us aren't that way. Instead my brother and I were now on a united front. Both no longer upset or disappointed in each other but only in our now ending relationships. Maria hastily moved off of Paul which opened him up for a beating of epic proportions. I lunged with all my might and gave him a wicked thrashing. My brother had the frame of mind enough to pull me off amidst the loud cussing.
A few unkind words were exchanged between my brother and Maria. He obviously had more experience breaking up than I did. It was rather sad seeing her, as beautiful as she was, in the corner crying. In the meantime Paul decided he had enough of me. He came at me yelling and my face had an unfortunate collision with his fist. I guess my brother had said his peace to Maria because the next thing I heard was another punch. I was expecting it to land on me. I could feel Paul's presence above me and I could sense him ready to give another blow. But it never landed.
I opened my eyes and wiped away the tears. I was crying partly because of what happened but mostly because Paul's punch hurt. Looking out across the room I could see blood begin to fly as my brother landed punch after punch on Paul's now heavily bruised cheeks. My brother finally finished, stood up, and composed himself. Maria rushed to Paul's side. My brother turned to me, "Lets get away from these dumb fuckers."
I cried as I walked back towards the car. My face throbbed from the unexpected blow. My brother was kind enough to put his arm around me as we walked. He opened the door and helped me in. "Wow, thats a shiner. We should get some ice on that." I smiled at my brother's remark. I was a bit suprized that he jumped in and pummeled Paul as he did. Then again I was really moved by it.
We drove home in silence. This time it wasn't awkward, it was just a short cooling off period. We pulled up and the noise of the engine faded away as my brother turned the key. "Listen, I'm sorry that this all happened tonight. I'm sorry about Paul. I'm sorry I had sex with you. I'll never talk about that again."
I can't ever remember my brother apologizing to me. "Thanks. That means a lot to me. Would you just hold me tonight? I think I need some comforting."
My brother smiled at me, "Yeah, maybe we can kiss and make up like mom used to always say."
I couldn't help but laugh, "Shut up. Your making my face hurt."
"Well it's killing me too." There it was. There was my brother that I knew and loved, sometimes loathed
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