I’d been dating my boyfriend for two years, and I think maybe I was falling in love with him. At least I had begun imagining what life might be like with him in five, ten, more years, and that’s one of the signs isn’t it? It was confusing, and maybe a little scary, so of course I sought counsel with my brother. He’d been dating his girlfriend for three years – and had been actually engaged for six months.
I described my dilemma as he slowly undressed me, and then himself, posing my questions of ‘was it real?’, and ‘what should I do?’ just before he kissed me the way he does – so deeply I melted inside and felt my pussy get slick.
“Well,” he said after the kiss left me gasping for air, “If he might be the one,” he began kissing, licking, nipping his way down my body, “I think you should go fort it,” down between my legs, hovering over my pussy as I squirmed under him, “and see where it leads.”
His tongue dove into my slit and licked up, then everywhere. He devoured me. He said nothing else – too busy – as I moaned and gasped, and after an infinite time in heaven, I cried out in orgasm, which he prolonged with his tongue and lips until I was a quivering mess.
Slowly, he slid up my body, and looked down at me, his rock-hard cock nuzzling my dripping pussy.
“Does he make you happy?” he asked.
“YeeEEEEESSSS!” I cried as his cock gradually, deliciously sank into my still quivering body.
“Then why any doubt?” he asked, as he began fucking me, slow, deep, the way that builds.
“B-because what if it’s not like this?” I said before I could take it back.
“It won’t be,” he said, pressing in hard. What I have with Sabrina isn’t like this. I love her to death and I’m going to marry her, have a family with her,” his pace picked up, “but you’re my sister, and I’ve loved you all my life in a way I can never love anyone else. You know me. We’re almost literally part of one another. No one else can be that for me – or for you. No one else can do what you do to me.”
His voice was getting rougher, as were the movements of his hips. I heard every word, I took his meaning in as deeply as I took his cock. He was right, of course. No one else could do to me, feel to me, like he did.
“I hope Josh is the one. You deserve someone who can make you happy for a lifetime. But if he isn’t – or even if he is – you will always, always have me. And I will always have you…”
His last words were more growled than spoken because after they left his mouth he arched his back, planting his cock as deep as it would go. He froze for a heartbeat, staring down into my eyes with the look of total love and consuming lust that always sets me afire. And then with that beautiful cry of his, he came. The sound, the sight, the feel of him letting go inside me was the last push to send me over the edge and I cried out and came with him, lost in his eyes, in our love for each other, in my trust in him and his advice.
He always made everything right. Maybe Joe was it, maybe not, but everything was going to be fine. Still shaking and panting from our orgasms, with his twitching cock still buried in me, I wrapped my arms around my brother and held him close, fiercely, grateful to have a love like his, no matter what other loves I might have in my life.
Categories: Cassie Andra, Erotic Fiction, The Wrong Alphabet
The Erotic Writer 