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Click hereA little gasp falls unbidden from my lips as he draws his thumb slowly along private skin deep within my thighs. Shit, I can hardly even think, I...I could pretend, yeah. But it doesn't seem right, somehow. I told him to look. This is me and him, him and me, Samantha and David. It needs to be true. Real. So my eyes stay locked to his as he presses forward the final inches, and it's David whose fingers press just before the hem of my panties, David who feels my hips jerk up, pressing hopefully back against his touch.
Crazy. Crazy, crazy, crazy - I shouldn't be reacting like this, shouldn't be getting such unbearable pleasure from my brother's touch. Shouldn't be panting for breath, my back braced against the arm of the couch. Shouldn't be spread so wide for his gaze. Shouldn't be so damned wet from his caresses - I must be soaked. He can see that, too, he must - I'd be embarrassed, if I had room for it, past the pounding need for release, my pulse thundering in my ears.
I don't care. Madly - I hope he does see, I hope he presses on. Fuck the boundaries. Pull my panties down, aside, tear them off me; I know you're strong enough. I don't say it - it's a thought, a feeling, racing between the crashing waves of pleasure in my head. Imagining his thick finger slipping within me, thrusting forcefully inside, pulsing, slick with my juices. Just the thought of it almost pushes me over the edge. If he just touches me - he must know, he must see...
But he won't - that fact sinks slowly in through the haze, as the seconds pile on and his hands remain carefully upon my legs, within the area permitted. That's David. Even now, he won't take more than is given. The self-control of a saint - damn him.
I could tell him to go farther. The thought circulates in my head, drifting like a mote of dust in the heady currents of feeling. He'd do it, I'm sure he would. But that makes the decision my responsibility, and somewhere my mind still speaks - I can't. Christ, I'm his big sister, I can't use him to get myself off. I shouldn't. I won't.
I need to stop this. Somehow - it will only take a few words, but even those feel far away right now. Finally closing my eyes, screwing together my own self-control, speaking - the words come out a whisper. "That's enough..."
He doesn't hear, can't hear; it's lost in my racing breath. I try again, hands balling into fists from the force of it. "That's enough!" Too loud. I feel a sudden terror that April or Marie will hear, rush out, catch me like this. Silly, not like I screamed it, but...
There's a fractional hesitation, a moment's reluctance, before David pulls his hands away. Both of us flushed, me fairly panting - god, this is crazy. My legs are still spread, arched above his lap; his eyes are locked on mine, and I can see the hunger in them, but he's waiting. Waiting for a sign, for direction, for...I don't know. I can't think right now, I can't. I have to get away, before I do something stupid, something we'll both really regret.
"I have to go, I..." Trailing off with a shake of the head, I roll off the couch, barely avoiding a fall to the floor. Standing unsteadily on legs that still shudder and twitch with the memory of his hands. My face burning; every inch of my skin feels hot. So wet I'm afraid I might squish when I walk. I can barely choke out a quiet 'good night' before beelining for my bedroom, not letting myself look back as I leave David there alone on the living room couch.
Need still fills me as I step inside my room, leaning back against the door to push it shut. The feeling of David's hands, large and strong, lingering. Stroking, caressing, squeezing...another twinge of sensation shoots up my spine, demanding release, insistent and urgent. I have to give in. My hand drifts down, fingers slipping readily beneath the hem of my panties, and I let out a little gasp as they brush upon the firmness of my clit, sparks of pleasure pulsing in my mind. So close...I close my eyes, rubbing slowly, then faster, and faster still, and in my head it's his fingers on me again, and I can feel it rising up inside me, powerful and wild, the explosion of ecstasy. I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out as it claims me, sliding down the door as my knees give way beneath me. Consumed by the timeless moment of rapture.
- COMMENTS
Anonymous9 months agoWow, that build up with a tease of what the future might hold. I sure hope this turns out well. Never understood why people try so hard to deny their feelings, building a hefty portfolio of regret for later reflection, just because others might deem it to be weird or wrong. Maybe that's just me.
Anonymousabout 2 years agoApril kinda tanks the enjoyment of this for me, makes the sister seem.. I dno, weak maybe?
Just hard to take her seriously when this chick treats her brother and her like shit and she doesn't do anything.
Hoping it gets better but kinda made it meh for me.
Anonymousabout 5 years agoMight be one of the hottest things i have read and they barely did anything
coochiebarberalmost 11 years agovery good so far. hope it remains between brother and sister in following chapers
Warfolomeiover 11 years agoHmmm, alright .. I bite.
I would like you to write something you would actually be proud of.
Because this is already pretty good.
Anonymousabout 12 years agoYou felt your story needed something, and maybe some pompous English professor could find fault in your story. The truth of the matter is that it is a very good story that captures the reader. It is not the gratuitous madness that is easy to find in Literotica, and I found it to be a breath of fresh air, even here, where I enjoy wallowing in inappropriateness. You created something with depth, even if you felt it needed more emotion, you did provide it. To give more would have meant writing a novel. This was long and winding, and I bought into it. Ending it after chapter 4 was fine. it allows one to wonder what happened to them. But the addition of chapter 5 did provide closure.
As a woman, I can safely say that you captured the feminine angst very well. I too remember trying to come to terms with how men perceive women. And the feeling of not being considered better than a lay (good or not) and then no longer of value. I made sure to take the time to vote on each chapter, and look forward to reading more from you.
Anonymousover 12 years agowhy would you admit you as the writer don't like your own story seems you would drive away readers, after all who wants to read something the writer himself doesn't like. makes the writer sound like a real idiot for even posting it. never post anything you don't like or atleast have the brains not to tell the readers you don't like it.
Anonymousover 12 years agoSo far i think you have been a little too hard on yourself. After reading your forward i thought your story was going to be boring with no motivation or sexual tension whatsoever, and i found it quite the contrary. I personally am enjoying the slow plot development as it is more realistic. Take pride in yourself.
nomennescioover 12 years agoAuthorHm. Unexpected question.
Sex exists in tension between emotion and sensation, between the mind and the body. There is sex as the "simple joy of physical release," and as an expression of the connection between two people. Most real instances of it take from both columns...an act of physical pleasure between people who care about one another. When you subtract the emotional element, something is lost. I'm aware that there are those who don't particularly care about that something, but, well...sex as a purely physical act interests me little as a person, and still less as a writer. It's boring. Mechanical. Empty.
David is a sensitive soul, as his sister says. His situation still in flux, fumbling with relationships as youths do, getting involved with the girl from his hometown despite his own misgivings. Even consummating that relationship - he finds that it is wrong to him without the emotional component. There is in fact a mirroring here between David and Sam, though she took longer to realize it, to feel the "creeping wrongness." Each of them needs sex to mean something. Does that make them 'wimps?' I suppose that is up to the reader's perspective.
Still. If you do not find that refraining from casual sex lends a greater significance to his devotion, it may be that your sensibilities are out of kilter from those with which the story was written.
Anonymousover 12 years agoWhy do you have to portray David as such a wimp? Pining over something that he (at the time) knows wouldn't come out with any fruition and denying himself the simple joy of physical release and companionship. While his sister live a promiscuous lifestyle. If he can't be in a relationship, couldn't you at least portray him in a casual relationship with a friend/s. It doesn't have to be baseless. Why would it have to be all or nothing? Or is it deliberate? To somehow paint a stark portrayal of a saint and a sinner? To demonstrate somehow the purity of David's love? I just don't get it.
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