Beyond Sibling Rivalry

Literotic asexstories – Beyond Sibling Rivalry by Verhaalen,Verhaalen BEYOND SIBLING RIVALRYA sequel to ‘It Was More Than A Trivial Pursuit’They both said that it had been a special evening that they had spent together, the party at a mutual friend’s place not going on late into the night, let alone into the early morning. Some had work to go to even on the weekend, others were still students, but they had all kept in touch and the network thrived because of it. For them, as on previous occasions, the important thing was that they had an unbreakable bond that no one could loosen let alone break.

“Archie?” Livy called out as she knocked gently on her stepbrother’s bedroom door.

She was startled by it being opened so quickly and she took in his appearance in a single glance. His T-shirt fitted snugly and his baggy lounge pants seemed tight around his slender waist. He looked strong, fit, and healthy, yet she knew that he was not into obsessively exercising. He was light on his feet and danced with such rhythm, and to the beat, that she’d had to fight off the other girls who sought to claim his attention.

“I was going to come up to your room,” he smiled and gazed admiringly at how her short pyjama set, with its tropical leaves and brightly feathered Toucan print, flattered and shaped her figure. “We had fun at the party and I don’t want that to end.”

“We’ve got some time, so I can stay until Mother comes home,” she replied, brushing her fingers over his chest as she walked past him and into his room. “At least she texted me to say that she would be late coming home…”

“Or her new man makes her come.”

“Archie!” she laughed in mock horror at what he had said. “I have been wondering about her and the man she’s talked about, ‘John’ I think she said his name was. I guess it had to happen sometime. She’s too young to go on living alone or without someone in her life.”

He felt but a moment’s pang of jealousy that Donna may have been claimed by a man she met at work and they had gone out for an evening with others. It had happened before, but she had never been out so late. He had become an emotional prop for Donna when Frank had left them, unlikely as it had then seemed until he had taken her to bed, or had she claimed him? It didn’t matter, they had been complicit in pursuing frenzied fuck-fests whenever the opportunity arose.

It had all been illegal and immoral, and common sense had finally prevailed, but he now wondered if that would apply to how he felt about Livy who was petite and shapely, not as fleshy and buxom as her mother whom he had always thought of as Donna. He would only ever have one mother and Donna filled the emotional gap in his life that his adoption had brought down upon him.

As for his relationship with Olivia, or Livy, as she preferred to be called, they were friends and always had been, a scarcely noticeable difference in their bond never spoken of. As kids they were always in and out of each other’s rooms; they would lie on his bed, or hers, and talk, read, even sleep until Frank and Donna had gotten up and they all had breakfast.

They shared confidences, Livy more open than he was or ever had been. Whenever they were in company, as at the party, they always seemed to drift through the throng and be together again, the grip of a bond particular to them too strong to break. It seemed that neither of them wanted that to happen.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked, sweetly, brushing her fingers over his lightly bearded face as she saw how serious Archie’s look had become. Under the skin, of the happier party man, there was also a seam of introspection.

“I’ve been thinking about how I like being with you and that you haven’t let what happened between Donna and Frank get to you.”

He moved away from her and sat down on the edge of his bed and Livy settled down beside him. She saw how he stretched out his legs, the slenderness of his large feet, and threaded an arm through his and gripped Archie’s strong hand as the other offered a slow caress to his bare arm and felt the bicep tense for a moment.

“You know why, should know why. We’ve always been close and in ways that are different from family. Oh, I know that everyone thinks of us as a brother and sister, but the reality’s always been so different.”

The few boyfriends she had known did not arouse the same feelings in her as Archie always did, and the emotional bond was morphing into something else, one that she never gave full voice to. It was an unrequited sexual torment.

“Even more so the older we get?” He asked it as he gazed across the narrow space between them and he met Livy’s questioning look in her lovely eyes. “I…I want to kiss you…and to kiss you differently.”

“I…I want that too,” she stammered, taken by surprise to hear him speak so directly about something that had gnawed at her, until now.

Archie stood up suddenly and tugged on her hand so that he could draw her to him. Livy soon felt the effect that she had on him. Her heart fluttered and she felt her breath catch in her throat, and she squirmed in response to the turmoil in her tummy. Jeez, her pussy was leaking as her mind somersaulted in anticipation of what could happen between them. His erection kept brushing against her tummy and they moved against each other as if in a dance.

“You’re strong, Archie so go slowly,” she breathed hotly against his lips.

“We’ll hear her when Donna comes back,” he said, his breaths just as warm on her lips as they clung to each other.

“Yeah…yeah we will!” she gasped and realised that Archie wanted to fuck her and that they were acting as if it was perfectly normal for them to feel this way about each other. “I…I wondered how it would feel to have you touch me in…in the ways that you do now.”

He kissed her on the lips and she clung to him as she felt the press of his erection against her tummy. His hands drifted over her shorts and gripped her bum. She groaned through their kisses, moved her head to vary the angle of his claims to her lips, his tongue pressing against them until they opened and she let him in.

“Where, Archie, you darling!” She clung to him, her body shivering in response to his touches and the continuing press of his penis against her. She decided it for them. “In my room…we’ll have time to stop if we hear mother come home!”

♥She felt so turned on, so ragingly aroused, by the thought of having sex with him. She had thought about it often enough, touched herself too when the frustration had become too much to bear, but she wanted him to be the one that she ‘did it with’. She wanted that erection she had felt press against her tummy to be in her and for them to do something loving and tender, not wicked or depraved. She had been on his bed, even in it, often enough in years gone by but as they grew older it did not seem right to do what had felt natural, then.

Now, being loved…for them to fuck…felt a natural progression from those earlier and seemingly innocent times. Now, she felt him and he could feel her. Now they could kiss and their caresses would have a different purpose and become a prelude to them becoming lovers.

“It feels as if I’ve…” he began but his voice trailed off as Livy gripped him, his lounge trousers deformed by what he would bring to her.

“It feels like you’ve been waiting for me and for us to be like this?” Her arms were draped around his neck and she stood on tiptoes to be close to him and to share kisses and caresses.

She had dared, just once, to look at a porn site and watch in fascination as a couple fucked, the man agile and quick, the woman scarcely able to control what he did. Her face had been seen contorted in pleasure, and flushed red with effort, as the guy lay between her parted legs before he had entered her body. How her pussy had quivered and leaked when she watched them, the man balls-deep in her and as the young woman writhed and bucked underneath him, her tits grabbed and feasted upon. They were soon wasted by all that had been sought from the other.

Would it be like that with Archie? She would soon discover how it went and with him.

“I want you..”

“I know you do, but why?” she replied yet knowing the answer, a surge of longing rippling through her pussy, “why now?”

“You know that I’ve had girlfriends but my feelings always get drawn back to you. But you know what people would say about a brother and sister getting down on each other…”

“Only we’re not that, in a blood and genes sense, a brother and sister.” Livy hesitated as she realised what the words might arouse in him. “Sorry…I didn’t mean it to sound like that.”

“Don’t be sorry, it’s only the truth.”

She offered trembling caresses to his body as Arche tugged away his T-shirt. “Brothers and sisters getting it on is incest. But what we would share would not be that, but a special love…that I hope for and want.”

“It’s that way for me too.” She wasn’t going to think too deeply about what was to happen and wanted from him or between them. She wanted to fuck and see how long they could keep that a secret from Donna. “Lie down on the bed with me, please?”

She lay on her side, her head resting on one hand, propped up on her elbow, as he crawled up behind her and she felt his arm wrap around her before his hand drifted under her pyjama top. Her heart raced as she felt his erection press against her bum and his nibbled kisses to her neck sent tingling rushes down her spine and tightened the cramp of longing in her pussy.

“That feels nice…why haven’t we done this before?”

She shifted so that her pyjama top was tugged up to her shoulders and he began to nuzzle kisses to her skin, down her spine until his lips kissed the small of her back. She shivered in anticipation as his hand slowly caressed her hips and then trailed down over her tummy, his fingers probing sensually into her belly button.

She grabbed that questing hand and took it to her breasts and coaxed him to claim them, to encourage Archie to squeeze them and trail his fingers over her hardening nipples.

“They feel wonderful,” he murmured with his lips pressed to her back as he made her shift so that she lay in his arms and both hands claimed her breasts, his palms then pressed onto them to excite her nipples until she felt them to be excruciatingly hard.

“Just as what you’re doing to me feels so good.” She reached up to draw him into a kiss, then arched her back so that she could rub against his erection. “I want to feel you naked against me…all of you!”

“Soon, now slow down girl. We’ve got time…”

“I sure hope so!” Just what was she to do, let alone say, if Donna discovered them fucking or they stopped and went to meet her as she came up the stairs? She reached back and slid her hand under the waistband of his lounge pants and gripped his erection. “You’ll wreck me with that!”

“No, I can wait until you’re ready for me.” He chuckled from remembering that Donna had said much the same thing, the first time she had taken him in. “Now, turn over and lie on your tummy…that’s it, hold out your arms and I’ll treat you.”

Livy twisted to look back at him even as she lifted her hips off the bed and bumped her bum against his erection as he knelt between her legs. How infuriating to feel him still wearing his lounge pants. She wanted to see and feel his penis against her skin; better still, fully in her. “Treat me to what?”

Arche nuzzled kisses to her cheek as he leaned forward to do so. “Wait and see but I want to make you feel hot by waiting a while longer and by doing this.”

She felt his hand on her hips and she instinctively lifted them to meet his touch. He tugged down her pyjama shorts and she felt his lips on her butt cheeks, the crazy touch, and then the slide of his nose and tip of his tongue to her buttocks as fingers trailed caresses over her slit and pressed into her pussy.

“I’m on the edge, already, because of what you’re doing and me thinking!”

She squirmed under his touches and reached out to touch his arm as he leaned over her, plaguing her with the slide of his penis in her arse crack, or from his fingers.

Archie tugged away her shorts and gazed at her naked body. He knelt and pushed down his lounge pants and lay down on her. He began to kiss and lick her back, every inch of her skin, then her buttocks and the insides of her thighs, her neck, and shoulders, one hand or the other groping for her breasts whenever she moved in response to his touches.

“Yes, I want you,” he kissed, his lips pressed to her neck as he felt Livy succeed in claiming his penis and still the press of it against her pussy. He lifted his hips and let her work him. He was ready for her, just as Livy was for him.

Livy wanted to turn over and lie on her back, to see him and to kiss her lover, to share in the plaguing touches that he had kept her from doing. Finally, and with her nerves all a jangle he allowed her to turn over.

“Jeez, you’re so beautiful, sis!”

“Livy…call me Livy!” she demanded as she saw his lustful look drift over her. Every nerve seemed to jangle; every muscle tightened in anticipation and his caresses aroused in her.

His eyes seemed to lock onto her tits, splayed to either side of her breastbone and not as firm as she would have liked. The way that Archie sucked on each nipple suggested that he wanted to swallow them. She couldn’t feel more turned on as he licked, suckled, and clamped his lips on each nipple, all the while caressing her mound and drawing his fingers over her slit. She had to be seeping, her pussy swelling and she knew she was ready for what he would bring.

Archie moved his mouth away from her lips, stopped his kissing, and pressed it to her ear.

“Shall we fuck now, before…before we’re interrupted?” His fingers entered her body and swirled in widening caresses, her body jolting in response to this sudden and deep invasion of her sex. “Shall we love and give everything that we have to offer to each other?”

She stared at him. “I’ve not done this as much as you have!”

“I don’t care. Being together like this matters more than that.”

She did not answer, the caress of his fingers and how he moved to settle between her legs were the only things she could concentrate on. Her body shuddered and her legs trembled as Archie caressed them. He leaned back and admired her once more. She met the gaze of his eyes and knew that, for the first time, he was absorbing all that she had to offer and was exposed to his gaze. She wouldn’t be someone else that he had scored with but would be sharing moments of deep intimacy because of who they were to each other and had been for so long. He was close to her just as she felt that she was close to him, both emotionally and physically; more than what had been shared so far.

“Archie…Archie darling?”

He had taken hold of her leg, then ankle, and had begun to lick her skin, to offer wondering kisses to her leg, moving slowly to kiss behind her knee that up and over her thigh. Somehow, she squirmed so that she could reach and grip his cock, jerk on it and not let go.

But she did and she had to. She yelped in pleasure, her pussy gushing as his mouth sank over it and his tongue began its torturing movements within her, his fingers joining in with the assault to the walls of her cunt.

“I…I…I can’t wait anymore!” she gurgled as she spread her legs wide and he tongue fucked her. “Come in me…come in me!”

“Do I put on a condom?” he demanded to know, “tell me or I’ll keep going!”

Archie eased out of her and, lifting her against him, he coaxed her to sit on his hips before she settled on his penis, the bulbous tip entering her body and caressing the walls of her vagina, stretching it until her buttocks slammed down on his thighs and Archie’s deep penetration was complete.

She moved deliberately and gazed down at how deep she had taken him, his pubic hair brushing hers as she rocked back and forth, guided by his hands gripping her hips, or they offered sliding caresses before her breasts were clamped in them once more. Her mind and body were possessed by his actions, by the rapture he aroused as she peaked with a series of snapping orgasms.

She scarcely knew what she was demanding of him as they rolled over, Archie fumbling before he entered her body once more. Her body was in thrall to what he was now doing, taking control of her. He only paused to lock eyes with her before dipping his hips and the swollen tip of his penis was buried again in her moist heat. He flexed his hips and dipped another inch, maybe two then pulled out, leaving her feeling empty. He repeated the short thrusts and withdrawals many times, teasing and coaxing her to accept his deepest entry once more.

Then, and on a gasp of pleasure, he slammed home and she accepted him completely.

Livy writhed and kept calling out his name, as they coupled furiously, Archie’s strength and apparent greater experience controlling what they sought to share.

With ravenous intensity, she bucked her hips and summoned the strength to clamp on him as she felt the warmth of pleasure radiate from her pussy and into her body. Her breaths became pants of effort and pleasure, then a soft moan that grew until she stifled her scream against his chest.

Archie, her lover, her brother to anyone who knew them, had brought her so many orgasms, her body spasming as her pussy’s walls closed around him. She lifted her legs around his waist and threw her arms around his neck and they rocked, his body moving rhythmically as they spasmed in ecstasy and she felt the first bolt of his semen sear into her.

He kissed her face, her lips, and her throat. Archie panted for breath as his body kept spasming and he let go of all that he had, his penis aching from the release of the pressure as her ways with him, who Livy was to him, took its toll.

She shuddered in time with him and knew that she had never felt this way with anyone else, the few she had let in but who, compared to Archie, were novices. Her heart beat furiously in her chest; her breasts and nipples ached now that his claims upon them were slowly drifting away; her pussy ached from his searching penetration of her; her body craved his far-from tender assault upon it. He was still moving in her, fucking her pussy and she struggled to work him as she felt that, with him just being there, moving so sensually, Archie would have her climbing the walls all over again.

How was she to ever keep this a secret from Donna?

Slowly and deliberately, she summoned enough energy to lift her head from the pillows and to smile at him. She kissed her lover, gently. “What the fuck have you just done to me. I don’t think I’ll be able to walk after that!”

Archie smiled at her with deep affection and undoubted satisfaction.

“I think we did it to each other.” She gasped as Archie withdrew from her and scrambled to his feet. “Oh Jeez, I hear her ca…Donna’s come home.”

“At least we’ve had time to love!”

She scrambled off the bed and clung to him. She felt a flood of wetness between her legs, the clamminess on her skin as his semen leaked out. She knew that he had cum in quantities that amazed and scared her. She was on the pill, Donna had made her do that, but would they work after what she had been through so wonderfully with him?

“I will have to go down and see her, but I can scarcely move. You ruptured my nuts.”

She laughed softly, even as she was handed her pyjama set.

“Take a pee and wash me off you. She’ll think we drank too much at the party. I won’t come down…so say that I’m asleep. I’ll see you in the morning, lover.”

♥Wearing his lounge pants and T-shirt, and his body washed in the short time he had available, Archie stepped cautiously down the stairs and met Donna’s look as she stood in the hallway.

“Don’t even ask, it was a disaster and I won’t be seeing him again, socially I mean. We work in the same building but on different floors so I can relax as far as that’s possible but knowing that I could bump into him at any time.”

“Did he take advantage of you?”

He stood by her shoulder and breathed in her musky scent. Donna’s wrap-around dress shaped her and he knew once more how she got to him, the navy-blue fabric going so well with the light tan on her skin and blonde hair. She and Livy were so alike, in so many ways, even down to the pink nail varnish they used.

Donna looked at him fondly and reached out to touch his bearded face. She hadn’t expected him to use such an old-fashioned turn of phrase, but John had made a pass, and moments of heavy petting had soon made it clear that she was not ready for him.

“No, he didn’t take advantage but it took me a while to get out of the mess that I’d gotten myself into.” Donna wandered away and went into the kitchen. “I need something to drink…”

“I’ll get you some juice.”

“Thank you.” She studied him and saw that his T-shirt was wet. Concern, and mothering instincts to see it, made her touch the patch. “You’re not sleeping in that are you, darling?”

“No, we’ve only just gotten home ourselves and I wanted to wash before turning in. Livy’s been in bed for a while and I got to worrying about you coming home so late.”

“You shouldn’t have done that,” she said, her voice trembling as she heard him express concern for her. “I took care of things.”

“Tell me what really happened,” he asked sternly. Getting her a drink would have to wait.

“No, I won’t tell you. All I will say is that you’ve always shown me love and respect, even when we got together in ways that shouldn’t have happened…”

Archie put his hands on her shoulders and made Donna look at him. The young guy that he was might well have to help her through again and now Donna responded by doing the same, sliding her hands over his chest before she stood on tiptoes and put her arms around his neck. She clung to him and he felt her shaking. His embrace on her tightened and he felt again the only too familiar ache in his groin. The woman he embraced would soon set the blood humming in his veins once more.

“I…I found something with you that stopped me from letting John know me,” she confessed, her breaths warm in his ear.

The restraint she had shown, in not renewing their affair over recent weeks, had driven her to distraction. And now here she was in her son’s arms, in her lover’s arms, and his erection was felt pressing against her.

Archie shivered as he was consumed again by the gnaw of longing for the woman in his arms. “What a tangle our lives have become…”

“Yes, and because we let it happen, darling.”

“And we can’t stop. Is that what you’re telling me now?”

Even as he said it, Archie pulled on the skirt of her dress until he could touch her warm thighs. It felt as if his hands were all over her before they slipped under the hem of her panties and he kneaded the hollows of her hips. His embrace tightened before the agile fingers of one hand clamped on one breast as they kissed.

“Archie!” she yelped, and breaking their kisses, “is there nothing you won’t do for me?”

“It seems that way.”

Forbidden their claims on each other might be, but she exulted once more to be embraced and to feel his arm breaths on her skin as Archie kissed her throat and trailed kisses down onto the swell of her breasts, his warm breaths felt through the fabric of her dress.

Her gasps of dismay were silenced by his kisses, and the ferocity of his actions as Archie’s mouth crashed onto hers. She groaned through a flurry of kisses as he tugged away her panties before he knelt for as long as he needed to. She clutched his head as his flickering tongue and stroking fingers found her.

“Go on, touch me. I’m here again and for you!”

Her hands coaxed him to stand up and found their way under his lounge trousers waistband. She was dismayed by his state of arousal, how his penis had stiffened and thickened in response to her touches.

“Go on doing that and you’ll always have me,” he groaned, moving his hips to heighten the pleasure that Donna brought to him.

She shivered on feeling the caress of his penis as it was pushed down between her legs, the deeply veined skin brushing over her pussy’s lips in a searching caress as he moved to tantalize her before she felt his hands grip her buttocks and she was lifted onto her toes, one leg then wrapping his hip before he entered. He had again breached every defence by being so caring and, now, lustful.

They silenced their gasps and groans of pleasure, and dismay to have succumbed, by kissing open-mouthed, harder and faster as he bucked his hips and found her in a wild act of rutting, Donna’s juices coating his shaft until it was a gorged and slicked rod.

“Forget him, you have me whenever you need me,” he grunted before his embrace tightened and he lost it in her. There had been enough time, since he’d been with Livy, to allow his body to be recharged. Besides, who Donna was to him, and her voluptuous body, only heightened his ardour.

She clung to him, shivering in response to feeling him fill her so lustfully and as waves of her orgasm threatened to overwhelm her. Archie’s strength kept her from falling and she languished in his embrace. She again felt that she had been blown away by the heat of fucking with him. “Darling, how are we ever going to stop this from happening?”

He let her down gently after easing his flaccid length from her accepting body and he watched the skirt of Donna’s dress slide down her wonderful thighs. She caressed his face as Archie leaned down and tugged his lounge pants up, shoving his tool away and out of her sight.

“I don’t know, yet. Are you in a rush?” He knew, sure enough, that something would have to give in their relationship, sometime.

“No darling, so don’t be angry.”

Two women had claimed him and he wondered how he would deal with the rivalry for his attention that might yet flare up.

The past few weeks, a couple of months perhaps, and at the most, had wrecked what he had thought to be an ordered life. The same could be said of Donna, whom he now followed up the stairs before she paused at her bedroom door.

She offered a fingertip caress to his cheek before she rose on tiptoes to kiss him. “Sleep well. You know that I’ll always love you, whatever we decide to do from now on.”

“I know that and I will,” he acknowledged and embraced her. He again felt the gnaw of longing in his belly and wondered how, and with whom, he would deal with it.

Livy seemed the obvious and almost natural answer to that question. Anyone seeing them together, so close and affectionate, would wonder how they had overcome sibling rivalry, one a mother’s natural child; he an adopted boy, a son, and now a lover of them both.

Who was to know the secrets that lay behind all outward appearances? Only those directly involved and he was the one caught in the middle.

♥