I woke to the sweet smell of breakfast. I could hear the sounds of a spatula on a pan. I heard the sizzle of bacon and identified it's pungent smell. This intense stimulation of my senses brought me to the stark realization that I was hungry. My stomach churned in anticipation. It also continued to churn with the feelings of guilt.
My thoughts bounced back to the night before. I had gone above and beyond what was acceptable. I had taken what I wanted from my brother without concern for his desires.
My thoughts were broken as my brother walked into my side of the room. With my head tucked under my covers I couldn't see him but could feel his presence. He nudged my shoulder, "Hey. Are you awake?"
I wanted to ignore him. I just wanted him to forget about what I had done. I didn't need any guilt trips. I knew he had to have been upset with me about my sexual execution. Despite my feeling awful I couldn't keep my consciousness a secret. I let out a little whimper and began to cry. Then I tried talking through my tears. "Yes, I'm awake. But I'm just going to stay here."
"You don't have to cry. I'm not mad at you. Actually I'm kind of glad it happened. I just wish you would have told me you wanted it. I could have made it so much better for you."
I couldn't help but continue to cry. My brother sat down on my bed and tried rubbing my back through the blankets. After a few moments he pulled back my covers to try to comfort me more. I didn't get dressed the night before. I only curled up in my bed and cried myself to sleep. As I became exposed he saw me laying in my nakedness. I felt his hand make contact with my bare back. It was the first time that he had benevolently touched me since our sexual contact at the hotel.
His gentle touch helped calm my emotions. It didn't take long before I was consoled enough to cease the uncontrollable weeping. I wiped the tears from my eyes and finally opened them. I had not expected to see what was resting before me. Sitting on the edge of my bed was my stark naked brother. I could see his semi-soft erection.
I rolled onto my back and gazed into his eyes. He softly spoke, "I was curious if you would like to do it again?"
"You know we can't do this. I'm your sister. We can't have this kind of relationship."
"Then why did you do it? Why did you ride me last night?"
I sighed as a worried look came across my face. "I want you. I want to do it but we just can't."
"When are you going to stop denying whats happening between us? I love you. I know we can't stay together forever but we can take advantage of this time now."
As I lay under his view I became increasingly aware of my naked state. I began to pull my blanket up over my chest. He grabbed the cloth and pulled it back down. "No," he uttered. "Carpe Diem."
As much as I hated to admit it my brother was correct. I wanted him. More importantly I needed him. It was the social taboo which led me to deny my feelings towards him. Despite my desire for him I still had reservations. It was my brother who broke the silence again, "Besides, you have been masturbating in front of me for the last few weeks. How am I supposed to interpret that?"
I could only smile at him with a little glimmer in my eyes. That was all the invitation he needed. He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. With one swift motion he was next to me in my bed. His head was propped up on his arm. His body snuggled in close to me. I could feel his warmth. I could especially feel his growing prick.
He began to caress my stomach with little light circles. I looked into his eyes and whispered, "I'm sorry."
Leaning in a little closer he whispered back, "Why are you sorry?"
"Because I took advantage of you last night. It was all planned ahead and I knew what I was doing. I should have just asked you."
Moving one arm to the opposite side of me he was half way to being on top. "Don't worry. I liked it. I just think it could have been better."
After saying that my own brother moved the lower half of his body so that he was on his knees hovering over me. His lips began contact with mine in a gentle and caring manner. This wasn't the same type of kissing we shared in the hotel room. This was a deeper more affectionate love. My only reaction was to reach up and pull him down towards me. Our bodies had finally come into full contact one with another.
My lustful desires from the previous night were gone. I didn't want to have another fuck session. This time I wanted to bond on a deeper level. This time we were to make love.
Our passionate kisses caused my slit to become filled with emotion. My pussy sobbed with joy in anticipation of our soon to be coupling. The tip of my brother's cock was silky smooth with his pre-cum. He clumsily wiggled his cock around as we continued to kiss. Our eyes were inseparable. Between his pre-cum and cock teasing it wasn't long before his shaft bottomed out inside of me.
I was emotionally immersed in his slow but rhythmic pumping of my pussy. We maintained eye contact as we continued to kiss and as I began to push my muff back into him. I could feel the emotional bond between us beginning to grow. Throughout my life I had never felt the same kind of caring from any other guy. It didn't matter that we were having sex. I knew the way he did it with me that he loved me.
My brother's cock slid ever so easily in and out. In and out. Soon his member began swelling with excitement and I could feel the now familiar pulsating of his prick. His body quivered as his cum filled my body. With a few more slight moves I was sent over the edge and my orgasm took control. With his dick beginning to loose its firmness and with my bucking back towards him, his cock fell out. A wet spermy mess was left on my sheets as my pussy oscillated.
He collapsed down upon my sweaty body. His breathing began returning to normal when he started talking to me again. "Thanks. I really needed that."
I smiled to myself. My hands began rubbing his back. "Your welcome. It's the least I could do. I have a lot to make up for."
"Stop worrying about last night. Its over. Its done. You can't change it."
My brother's kind words helped me to feel at ease. I was comfortable with him. I wanted to be with him. And this time the guilt I was feeling for having fucked my own brother was just a little less than it had been before. I finally responded to him, "I know I can't change it. But that doesn't mean I can't do something for you to make up for it."
"Well I've done something for you," he retorted.
"Yeah? Like what?"
"I made you breakfast. But its probably starting to get cold."
"Then we should get up and eat it."
My brother rolled off of me and stood beside my bed. He reached for my hand and gracefully helped me to my feet. I reached down for my regular set of sweat pants but he stopped me. "No. Just come out naked and let me take in your beauty."
The smell of bacon brought me swiftly back to my earlier thoughts of hunger. It wasn't until I reached our very tiny kitchen that I had realized how much my brother had done. He had cooked up bacon, made waffles, and scrambled some eggs. I squeezed in next to him as he dished up breakfast for both of us.
Our existing furniture accommodations were rather meager. We had a couch, a few chairs and a couple desks. We had usually eaten on our respective desks but today that just didn't seem right. I made my way to the couch and took up a position at one end with my legs crossed underneath me. My brother took the opposite end.
"Thanks for making such a great breakfast," I commented.
"Its no problem," my brother retorted back to me. "I figured you might want a healthy sized breakfast after what you did to me last night."
"Could we just not talk about that anymore?"
He could tell I was still feeling frustrated about my feelings. "Fine, I won't talk about last night but I think we should talk about us."
"What about us. What kind of 'us' can there really be? We can't be together like a normal couple. Dad would slice off your dick if he knew you were slipping it to his little girl. And could you imagine how mom would take it? She would be a blubbering mess."
"I didn't mean to have an all out relationship that everyone knows about. I meant about us now. About what we are doing and what we both want out of it."
He had said it with so much confidence that I couldn't help but believe what he said. "Fine, what about now? I like being with you. I love the way you make me feel. But how long is all this supposed to go on?"
"I don't know." His response seemed so uncertain. "We don't have to put a time line on it. Just go with it. Lets be lovers."
I turned my thoughts to my brother's proposal as I focused in on my remaining breakfast. The idea of having such a caring and considerate lover was more than appealing. Knowing that he would protect me and take care of me was comforting.
We both finished our breakfast in our own thoughts. My brother was obviously enjoying the naked view I providing to him. I placed my plate on my desk after I finished up the remaining food. My brother had been talking so much that he hadn't spent much time eating. That combined with the much larger portion he had dished up provided me with an opportunity to do my own staring at him.
He was cute. I never thought my brother would top my list of cutest guys ever. But there he was now taking first place. He wasn't super buff or even very coordinated for that matter. But seeing him gloriously naked in front of me convinced me that I should really consider what he was saying.
He finally finished his meal. I took his plate and placed it on mine. "Listen," I began. "I know what we have is something special. I felt really guilty after we did it the first time. But in the hotel room you seemed to brush it off when I told you. I felt awful after last night. But this morning you were so caring and loving there was no way I could say no to you. After we were done I still felt a bit guilty but not nearly as much as I had before."
My brother just stared at me intently. I couldn't tell if he was thinking about what I was saying or if he was just admiring my boobs. I continued on, "We can give it a try for a while. At least till the end of the semester. If things get weird we can both go find a new place to live and new roommates."
My brother's face grew a smile a mile wide as he heard me say this. He moved in towards me. His lips met with my own. "Why don't you lie down on the couch," he requested. "I'll cuddle up to you and we can watch a little television."
I smiled at him. "That sounds nice. I would like that."
I lay down on our couch and he spooned with me from behind. His arms wrapped around me pulling me in tight. He cupped my breasts with his firm hands. In that position I gave into his request to be his. I fell asleep in the arms of my new lover.
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