Explaining Myself Part 2 - "Brother Dear"
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Prelude
I was working in an office at the time, hating every minute of it (I am an outdoorsy type). Jack came to visit me and see how I was and, since it was a proper office, not one of those glass boxes, we somehow ended up face-to-face. Again.
His breath was warm on my chest, betraying the direction he was looking in, and I felt his hand hovering tentatively next to my arm, afraid to touch. Any of you that are not aware of the fact that I am a certified nymphomaniac need to understand that when adrenaline is coursing through your system you have two choices: physically run away or move closer. Much closer. Since I have a very alternative view on sex anyway, and I hadn't been with a guy in a while, I put my hand behind his neck.
His head rested on my chest, face nuzzling my cleavage through my poloneck as I tickled the hair at the back of his neck. My entire body was aching with the need to kiss somebody. His arms went around my backside and he lifted me up onto the edge of the desk as I dragged his head up and tried to gobble him up from the inside out. The intense but steady massaging my mouth was getting eased the tension a little but made me incredibly wet so I didn't protest when one of his hands held my head tight to his and the other rubbed up my leg, just above my knee. The tiny circles made me whine a little and push onto his hand, wishing fiercely he would move up my legs and take away the terrible tickle between them. He didn't mind complying, stroking with longer and longer strokes, still forcing his tongue as far down my throat as he could get it. I wriggled a little, the hot parts of me contrasting sharply with the air-con blasting down my back. His fingers stroked up between my stockings and onto smooth flesh and I nearly bit his tongue in half it felt so good. He removed it for safekeeping and instead began to nuzzle my neck, using his teeth to move the fabric of my top aside. His tongue ran up the side of my neck and over my ear, making me squirm. He gave a soft nibble on my lobe, simutaneously pushing two fingers a short way into me, rubbing my clit with his thumb. I thought I was going to explode. He rubbed and nibbled and twisted until there was absolutely nothing else to do but fuck me senseless.
Then the phone rang.
I kid you not, he was in the process of removing my poloneck when the damn thing started to trill like an abandoned baby bird. I swore heartily and grabbed the handset, needing a few seconds to find my voice before saying a shaky 'hello?'.
The conversation went on forever and halfway through his watch bleeeped and he gestured that he had to go. At that moment I was quite relieved because I had just been saved from having sex with my brother! I mean, gross, right?
It took maybe twenty minutes for me to decide I didn't give a shit but it was weeks before I could do anything about it.
Why He Stays Away
Before I start I have to tell you something about my brother Jack. He is a drug-dealer. He feels that because he lives by some kind of code (only sell to people who know what they're doing, never kids or mentally disabled people) it is ok to do so. I personally disagree but I did help him organise his 'parties' in the past. Basically get your sort-of-mates and all their friends together in one safe place where they can have fun under the watchful gaze of several 'monitors'. I was part organiser part monitor, as I have never touched drugs in my life. The parties usually go on from Thursday night through Monday morning with no breaks, people paying up front for the pleasure banquet of their lives. Like an all-you-can-snort buffet.
This was one of those weekends.
Jack and I were sitting down on a futon during the usual Saturday morning lull, most of the 38 people present at the time either passed out or playing board games. One or two couples were using the cubicles off to the side for some 'private time'. During the highs of a party like this things got so heated they'd rut in the middle of the floor but for some reason when it got quiet they became suddenly shy again.
After a few minutes of sitting there next to each other quietly, listening to muffled squelches and creaks and people muttering about 'rummy' and 'pie' and 'miss a turn' he turned to look at me. I sat with my knees hugged to my chest, face resting on them. It had been two days since I had slept and I was starting to feel a wee bit haggard. He just kept staring so I turned to him and whispered 'What?'
His cool grey eyes were full of something and I literally did stop breathing for a moment. 'Have you thought about it?'
I shrugged. I had been swinging back and forth between Aw-hell-no-that-is-so-wrong-Mom-would-kill-me-if-she-knew and But-he's-so-bloody-sexy-and-I-must-have-him. In-between sat Crushing Guilt and Not Caring, of course. Add that to the fact that my girlfriend at the time was the cloying sort so I hadn't had sex with a guy in MONTHS and you have a recipe for delicious disaster.
'I have.' He wasn't going to let this go. 'I was with Maggie the other day and I called her Hel. She didn't notice thank goodness.' Those damn grey eyes again. 'I miss you, chica. It's like I need to get you out of my system. But to get you out I have to first inhale you. Get what I mean?'
I did.
(Please do not make the mistake of thinking we were/are in love. Jack and I love each other as no more than brother and sister. The other stuff? That's pure lust. When we first met we did get sort of longing feelings but those went away after the incident I am about to report. We have now come to a place where we know that it is impossible for us to be around each other without behaving like horny dogs ( XD ) but we can spend months apart without caring a jot. Hope that was clear enough.)
Later on that night the party picked up again and people were writhing and dancing and helping themselves to the colourful trays myself and the other monitors were carting around. At some point my gay friend George relieved me of my tray so he would have an excuse to talk to that week's crush so I excused myself and took the opportunity to nip upstairs for a break. The bathroom was unnocupied and relatively clean so after emptying my poor bladder I decided to take my first shower of the weekend. After about fifteen minutes of just standing there under steaming hot water I soaped myself and rinsed off, climbing out of the glass cubicle and grabbing a cleanish-looking towel. It turned out to have vomit on it so I looked around a bit more and eventually decided to dash to the bedroom, where I found one of Jack's once-worn shirts lying on the bed. I toweled myself off with it and then, feeling suddenly too lazy to bother, slipped it on over my head.
"That's my shirt."
I jumped at the sound of his voice, slightly rough from shouting all evening. "I know, it was the only clean thing around. Do you mind?" I smirked a little. Of course he didn't mind, I knew my own brother well enough that taking each other's clothes was no big deal.
"I was wondering where you'd disappeared to. And no, of course not. But," and he took a step closer, "I very definitely mind you borrowing a pair of my trousers." Step.
I swallowed slightly. The floor shuddered from the base of the sound systems downstairs and he was standing awfully close now, my heart beating funny with the combined effect. "I... I wasn't going to."
He slipped his arms around my waist and looked down at me from his six-foot-one. "Good. Still not wearing underwear?"
I shook my head. "You know I hate the stuff."
He made a sort of low murring in response and kissed me aggresively. I kissed him back, bruised lips taking a pounding almost as good as I needed. I pulled away, suddenly bored with the preliminaries, and shoved him backwards onto the bed. He looked shocked for a moment but quickly recovered and snuggled over into the middle of the bed. I could see his cargo pants start to stretch a little between his hips and my tummy fluttered. I crawled over to him, kneeling between his legs and began kissing his stomach, using my mouth to lift up his top, my breasts rubbing his crotch as I did. He groaned a little and I felt him become impossibly hard under me. I pulled his pants down a little and licked under the elastic of his boxers, the tip of my tongue tasting salty pre. He ground his teeth and arched backwards, pulling away from me. Then he sat up, with difficulty, and took my arms in his hands, glazed eyes not really seeing me as he whispered 'You're sure?'
I barely had time to nod before he was kissing me again, gentler but way more intense this time. He held me right up against him, making my neck ache with the strain of looking up. His eyes were closed and his hair flopped over his face a little, shoulders bulging with the effort of trying to hold back. He turned me so I had my back to the pillows and I play struggled as we slowly sank further back but he grunted and slammed me down into them. I gasped, licking my lips in anticipation. This was turning out better than I had thought.
His hips ground against mine, the buttons on his pants making me squirm. I reached for his waistband, trying to push them off. He took the hint and got up, tugging them off angrily when they refused to remove themselves instantly. I giggled at him, which only served to make him climb back onto me and wrap one hand around my throat, forcing his tongue once again into it. Since this was what I wanted, I didn't protest. His hardness was nudging the wet flesh between my legs and I opened them up a little more, breathing ragged around his tongue. He needed no further encouragement.
The sensation of him squeazing snugly into me eased some of the horrible ache and I pushed against him as hard as I could, determined to make this worthwhile. His glazed stare told me he was probably far from sober, sweaty skin and hot breath making me dizzy. The sensation of being pounded by the beat from below and this lithe form above coccooned me in a bubble of pure pheremone. He was harsh, heavy and far from rythmic but I wouldn't have had it any other way.
It seemed like hours later when he finally lifted off of me and rolled over onto his back, panting. He clenched and unclenched his fists slowly, making nonsensical sounds under his breath. I grinned and moved closer, resting my hand on his chest and looking down at him. His closed eyes made him look suddenly very vulnerable. I leaned down close to his face and put the tip of my finger on his nose. "Boop." He opened his eyes and chuckled.
I smiled, pulling on my pants and heading downstairs to see to my duties.
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