City of Love by JohnTom10,JohnTom10

“Tell me. Was there a certain moment? A moment when you knew we’d end up doing something like this?”

Falling bedsheets revealed her naked body.

“Yeah, there was.”

***

‘Arrivals are processing now. Once again, we apologise for the delay. Bienvenue en Paris.’

I stood, waiting for them to come through with the rest of their flight. Like all the other lovestruck couples, they’d be happy just to be off the plane; ready for their romantic weekend. Not the tallest of women, the blonde highlights — shown off in her recent photos — would make her easy enough to spot. I quickly hid the gift as a hapless girl melted away from the crowd.

Something odd happens when you’ve been separated from someone for a long time. You meet them and then start processing information. It filtered through my brain like this. First, she was categorised as a woman. Then, further ranked as an attractive women. Finally — all this happening within nanoseconds — neurons informed me it was Niamh. My sister. At least that’s how my brain worked.

Delayed in Manchester for over an hour, I figured she wouldn’t be in the best of moods. The lone girl that came towards me looked utterly deflated. A cell phone in one hand and passport in the other, my chin glanced hair as she hugged me.

“Niamh? Everything ok?

My heart sinking, I already knew it wasn’t.

“Where’s Barry?”

She pulled back slightly and looked up at me. True to her stoic nature, I could tell no tears had been shed.

“He tested positive last night.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said, pulling her tight. “Do they even bother checking for the virus anymore? Ah, sis, he should have risked it.”

“Not everyone’s like you, Matt.”

Our bodies pinned in loving embrace, it was no surprise she felt it.

“Um…Is that for me?”

Although giving her chest ample room to breathe, the jacket and half unbuttoned Henley shirt combo offered little protection against the thing digging into her. Black ink, along with the source of the bulge, was revealed when I lifted up my hoody.

“Here you go,” I said, handing her the rolled up beret. “Bienvenue en France!”

Niamh unfolded the hat and cracked a smile.

“I like the ‘baggy top without t-shirt’ look you’re rocking there, bro.”

“Uh, yeah…I was running a bit late this morning. Just hopped in the shower and threw on whatever was clean.”

Brown, suspecting eyes stayed on me as she fixed her beret. Brunette locks with blonde edges flowed down her chest.

“Well, I hope she was cute. Mon méchant frère.”

“I couldn’t possibly comment. Anyway!” I said, swiftly changing subject. “I don’t think you’re in the mood for riding two trains. We’ll get a taxi. We still have a few hours ahead of us.”

“Honestly, the day I’ve had, the hotel bar sounds good right about now.”

“Nonsense!” I said, taking her rucksack. “Besides, what I want to show you is on the way. It’s really big and impressive,” I said in a sing-song voice.

“Oh? Well, in that case…”

Her top lifted as she rose on tippy toes to hug me.

“It’s so good seeing you again, Matt.”

Walking through a packed Charles De Gaulle, it was nice to see Niamh loosening up. Yeah, it sucked that Barry wasn’t here — Paris was a city for lovers after all. But then that didn’t have to stop us from having a good time. I was determined to make her visit a worthwhile endeavour. It might mean I’d have to cancel some romantic plans of my own, but that’d be ok. Family came first. I was more than confident that we could salvage the situation. The way she sealed her lips to mine during our hug meant Niamh was certainly getting into the French way of things.

***

“My Gosh!” she said pulling me by the hand. “It’s incredible.”

We leaned over the railing and drank in the sight of the Eiffel Tower. Still a fair distance away, our elevated location amongst green, leafy trees, gave the old iron structure a proud, natural charm.

“I told you you’d like it. Less tourists here as well. Makes all the difference.”

The red lipstick she applied in the taxi gave her smile a tremendous glow.

“Incredible,” she whispered, resting her head against my shoulder.

I was happy to wait for her to be done with her sightseeing. Although I’d seen the thing a couple dozen times, I had to admit, it still had an alluring pull. So much so, I thought it was the tower itself causing my arm to move. Niamh dragged it around her waist. Her gaze stayed on the monument.

“Go behind me. I want to imagine what it would be like with Barry.”

Hands caressed her waist far too easily. Her single, hard jerk placed me much too tight against her rounded denim hind.

“Jeez! Careful, sis,” I joked.

Looking around, I had to remind myself that no one knew we were frère et sœur. Yeah, it was strange, but Niamh just wanted to experience the emotions she would have felt with her boyfriend. Who was I to deny her that. Ever the pragmatist, she probably saw it as simple as my arms being able to do the job. The scented hair in front of me proved a nice distraction. A distraction from thinking about what was pressed up against me. It’d be fine. Apart from the obvious, the fact that I’d been with a girl that morning meant I wouldn’t be so easily excited.

“Just relax,” she said.

I steadied my feet as fingers intertwined over her belly button. She drew her head back slightly to show me her smile. I assumed it was probably that movement that caused her bum to slide. We stayed there, bound together, as the warm evening drew in.

“It’s pretty spectacular all lit up,” I whispered.

Niamh remained silent, only resting her soft fingers over my knuckles. I guess she would have done that with him. The scent of her hair lured me closer. Close enough to glance silky strands. Then, I gasped. Not because the tower suddenly came to life, but because it made her jolt back into me.

“My God!” she announced.

My nose buried in her hair, I guess I groaned or something. Layers of clothes prevented other things from being buried.

“It really is impressive,” Niamh whispered.

I kept reminding myself, that in this situation, I was Barry – and that his girlfriend was referring to a tower of iron. Originally, I’d planned on been long gone by then. Leave Niamh with Barry, while I went home to get ready. I’d lost track of time. That didn’t matter. Plans had changed. I knew from the second I saw her in the airport that my evening was going to turn out very different.

My lips crossed an earring as she slowly turned her head. I could see eyes were closed as I wet her cheekbone. She stopped when mouths met. Noses bumping, we shared a harmless few pecs. Nothing too unusual, until she opened her mouth. She moaned as I pushed inside. It’s what any boyfriend would have done.

Niamh’s response melted all illusions. She pulled my hands tight to her body. Her top rose to reveal the small of her back. The girl protected in my grasp, we weren’t the only ones making out. Maybe just the only ones that weren’t strictly a romantic couple. Squelching lips concealed our groans. Not obvious to any onlookers, Niamh’s movement was tantalisingly slow. I, however, felt every inch of her rolling hips.

Our moans a hum, she must have known what she was doing. Tracking it. But then that wouldn’t have been difficult. The big old tower wasn’t the only thing sprouting up into the Parisian sky. My sweatpants, more resembling a tent, found cover in the natural groove of her perfect ass. The heat of the day — of the moment — brought sweat to my brow. I fought the urge to slide hands up her feminine figure. Fingers rested over the brass button of her jeans. It would have been nothing at all to plunge them where they so desperately wanted to go. But then, unlike kissing, that was a privilege reserved only for a real boyfriend. She gasped when a bead of her brother’s sweat struck the exposed skin of her back.

Pulling away, I scooped up her bag and slung it over my shoulder.

“Wh…Where are you going? She asked.

“To fill that little belly of yours. There’s a great little place around the corner. You’ll love it.”

It took Niamh a second or two to gather herself. I kept a half step ahead of her until a tower was out of sight.

***

Niamh glared at me with an odd mix of embarrassment and awe. Stressed staff sorted out our table. On the busiest night of the year, my reservation for two was the one thing I’m glad I hadn’t cancelled.

“Matt, you do realise that whoever’s place I’m stealing is never going to talk to you again, right?”

I shrugged my shoulders.

“It’s a family emergency. Eloise understands that. She’ll be fine.”

“So that’s what you were doing on your phone in the taxi? Cancelling your Valentine’s date. For me. I could bloody strangle you.”

“Don’t fret it,” I said, playfully patting my stomach. “We do need to eat.”

“God, I really have messed things up for you, haven’t I? I’m so sorry, Matt.”

“Sis, you’ve got nothing to apologise for. Now sit down. Relax.”

Almost forgetting I still had her rucksack, I tucked it under the table. She clearly wasn’t a heavy packer. But then three days’ worth of a woman’s summer garments wouldn’t weigh much at all. True, we we’re having an unusually warm February, but she still should have packed something heavier. The candle flickered on the table as our eyes adjusted to the darkness. Sweaty cleavage coming into sharp focus, had she loosened another button?

“Gosh!” Niamh said, scanning the room. “I think we’re a tad underdressed.”

“Yeah, but still the best looking.”

“I’ll drink to that!”

It wasn’t just the one candle, but well over a hundred dotted around the little restaurant. It was the only source of light and the trick to creating a wonderful ambiance. Whatever about bringing one’s sister, it had always been a great place for dates. We looked through the menu that Renée, our friendly waitress, had given us. Niamh had learned a few phrases of French, but I was pretty sure she didn’t understand most of what the lively Renée said. Things about us being such a cute couple, and how we even looked alike. I decided against a translation.

“Do you think there are snails on this menu,” she said. “Or frog’s legs? Yuck!”

“Hey, don’t knock it til you try it.”

The dancing flame tossed shadows across her face. I followed the random patterns as they flowed down her neck. Lower and lower. Sparkling eyes stayed on the menu as she spoke.

“Sorry about earlier on. Got a bit carried away. Uhm…I think I’m gonna go for a boring old burger and chips.”

“Ah, can’t beat frites. Or French fries as our American friends would say.”

To hell with French fries. Was that all she was really going to say about practically dry humping me. She probably didn’t realise how dangerous it was to get a guy going like that. Or she pretended she didn’t. How and ever, I’d have to suck it up and take my medicine for tonight. Even if I managed to get away later, Eloise was the last girl in this town who was going to want to fuck me. Niamh’s phone took a seizure.

“Oh, one sec,” she said, tapping the screen. “Hey, how’s everything? How are you feeling?”

She waved at the screen as Barry’s image came through. He would have been greeted with her bright, red lipstick had I not swallowed it all.

“I know. I wish you were here too, babe. I’m glad you’re feeling ok though. Matt,” she said with a wink. “Say hi!”

I waved at the screen in front of me. I quietly placed our order and asked for some beers while they spoke.

“It’s really lovely here. They only use candles; that’s why it’s so dark…Yes, honey, he is. He’s taking good care of me. Don’t worry.”

Niamh reached across the table to squeeze my hand. Black fingernail polish shone. She brought the phone to her ear and lowered her voice.

“What? I can’t. I told you it’s too dark in here. It’s getting dark outside too. You wouldn’t be able to see me.”

A soft thumb rubbed the meaty flesh of my hand.

“I can’t,” she said, giggling. “Stop! You’ve got a filthy mind!”

The more she flirted, the harder she rubbed. Two frothy mugs of beer arrived and broke my line of sight. I counted three open buttons.

“Barry, we’re just about to have dinner. I’ll call you later from the hotel, ok? You’ll be able to see me much better then.”

Signing off and hanging up, she took her foot away from mine. I let go of her hand to gulp some golden conviction.

“Sorry about that,” she said. “I’m putting my phone away and giving you my undivided attention.”

“Oh, it’s fine, sis. Don’t worry about it. With video calling, it can be like Barry is here with us. You guys talk whenever you want.”

Through my blurry mug, I watched her play with her hair. She seemed to be observing a restaurant full of feely, elegant couples. Fingers twisting, her smile began to fade.

“But it isn’t the same, is it?” she said with a sigh. “Video calls. Phone calls. Gosh, our relationship really needed this trip.”

She rubbed the back of my hand.

“Enough about my silly problems. I’m sure you’re getting tired of hearing your sister moan. Tell me, how’s life going for you here?”

Her attention eluded me as I spoke. I wasn’t mad. I knew what Niamh was thinking about; that she should be here with her boyfriend. I was happy to change the subject.

“Well, as you can see, the city is great. Coaching is going pretty well too. Yeah, I really like it here.”

“Do you think they’ll offer you another contract?”

We thanked Renée as she set down our food. Niamh impressively ordered more drinks in her second language.

“The team’s results are good. The feedback I’m getting is decent. Not to jinx it or anything, but I think they’ll keep me on.”

“Matt, I’m so happy for you. I mean, I miss not having you home, but it’s a good excuse for me to visit Paris again…If you’ll have me back?”

“You don’t need to ask. Photos are one thing, nothing compares to you actually being here. I’m having a good time.”

“You’re just saying that to cheer me up. So, tell me. Do you take most of your dates here?”

“Every now and again. But only the good girls.”

A bare foot glanced me as she crossed her legs.

“Well I shouldn’t be here then.”

“No. You most certainly shouldn’t. But alas! I’m stuck with you for three days.”

My disarming grin eased her guilt.

“Yep. I give it less than 24 hours until your pulling my hair like old times. Jokes aside. Sorry for ruining your Valentine’s Day.”

“Oh, I’ve already thought of a few ways you can make it up to me.”

“Yeah? Like what?” she said with a raised eyebrow.

It was clear from the way she pumped out her chest that she’d opened every button. I pointed to my near empty glass and smirked.

“I think I’m gonna have to go way beyond beer to make it up to you.”

The room seemed to fall silent as eyes locked. It was only because the other couples were in the throes of their own romantically charged passion. A few quiet minutes passed. Deciding to end the fun of flirting with my sister, I changed subject.

“Barry sounded ok at least?”

“Yeah, I think he’ll pull through.”

Her foot rubbed against mine as beer flowed into her mouth. I wouldn’t have been able to stand despite the need to pee. My tent was back.

“Our waitress is funny, isn’t she?”

I just nodded. I guess Renée’s mannerism were quiet amusing. The kind of character you’d find in a cosy place like this. We ate and sank another few beers. Niamh added a takeout bottle of wine to the bill. As the two women chatted away, Renée seemed very impressed. It wasn’t just the generous tip. I stared at my sister, slack jawed, as we moved outside. She knew exactly what I was getting at.

“What?” She said. “I’ve been practicing.”

Maybe she didn’t want to be one of those people who went abroad and demanded everyone else spoke English. Her warm fingers joined mine as we strolled, slightly tipsy, into the night.

***

Covered in a thin layer of sweat, I’m still glad we hadn’t taken a cab. Not that we could find one. Our discomfort was soon forgotten as we marvelled at the room. It almost matched the lobby for majesty: A king sized four poster bed, ornate cornicing on a ceiling that seemed to go for miles, chandeliers, and other assortments of French décor dotted around the place. Neither of us commented on the rose petals scattered across the bed. The huge tv that hung on the wall seemed totally out of place, but I was glad it was there. Made things seem less…

“Absolute heaven! That feels so good!”

I peered around the corner of the large ensuite to see Niamh testing the shower. Her hand was still ringing as she came back out.

“I’ll be making use of that very soon,” she said, taking off her jacket.

“Might as well relax and take a nice, long bath? I mean, I should probably get going if I want to make the last train.”

Niamh grew flustered as she carried her bag to the far side of the bed.

“Oh, right. For a minute there, I forgot you actually had a home to go to. And that I’ll be…”

She looked at me with pleading eyes.

“Matt, stay. What’s the point in going all the way back when we’re just going to meet up again tomorrow?”

Scratching my head, I suppose she did have a point.

She strutted over, standing practically beneath me. A big smirk cutting through her shyness.

“I’ll make it worth your while.”

Niamh extended her arm. I could see shiny nails as fingers curled around the smooth, solid circumference. She held the bottle against her body and grinned. The neck slid between her breasts. I wasn’t sure why I touched her shoulder as I spoke.

“You have a ‘special’ call to make, remember?”

Niamh scoffed.

“Don’t worry about that. I’m sure Barry will be fine not seeing me for one night.”

“I dunno, sis. He sounded pretty excited back in the restaurant. Can’t blame the poor guy.”

“Well, it’s probably too late now,” she said, dropping her phone on the bed. “And you’ve been so good with me today. I’m not going to say thanks by tossing you out on the street.”

Her eyes drifted away from mine as she fashioned her hair up into some sort of bun. I hated myself for liking what was exposed down her top.

“See that tv behind you?”

“Umm, yeah.”

“Well, I desperately need to get out of these clothes. You find us something to watch and I’ll jump in the shower. Leave some wine for me, Mr greedy.”

“Thanks, Niamh,” I said, running my hand down her arm.

“For what?”

“Not sure actually. For choosing me, I guess.”

Smiling eyes left mine and drifted down my body.

“It’s nothing. Blood is thicker than water and all that. Ok, I really need to get out of these sticky clothes.”

Niamh brushed past me on the way to the ensuite. I heard the gentle flow of a tap running and the sound of a working toothbrush. The scrubbing noise drawing nearer, she appeared at the door. Her foamy mouthful made it difficult for her to talk.

“Tomowow, ah was hinking we ku do de Loure. Or maye Versay?”

I found it hard to concentrate on her words. The toothbrush kept bulging her cheeks while forcing fluid down her chin.

“Anway, ha a hink,” she said, walking across and then bending down to grab her bag.

Before she disappeared again, I learned that Niamh used the same polish on her toenails. The Henley shirt still looked good. It went well with her smooth legs and black panties. Through the wide open door, it was impossible not to hear the girl gag and spit. The shower now running, I guess she felt safe with me in the room. I kicked the door over slightly. Picking up the remote, I started flicking. It did little to distract me from the sound of water cascading down her slim, naked body.

***

“Gosh! I feel so much better after that. Find anything good?”

Niamh was acutely aware of the eyes glued to her as she walked. Spaghetti straps made the nightie hang low on her chest. The hem rose further up her thigh as she kneeled onto the bed.

“What?” she said, faux confusion her expression. “I packed with a romantic weekend in mind. Remember?”

“Jesus! Poor Barry!”

“Say again?”

“Uhh…Nothing,” I said, quickly picking up the glasses. “Here you go.”

“Ah, you read my mind. You’re pretty good at that.”

Wine glasses clinked. Eye contact remained unbroken as the rich liquid tumbled past slick lips.

“I take it you haven’t found anything to watch?”

“Nah. Can’t figure out this French system.”

Niamh laughed and placed her hand in mine.

“That’s ok. Not really in the mood for a film anyway.”

I squeezed her slim fingers.

“Today was fun,” she said. “And thanks for sticking with me. It’s nice having someone actually be here.”

My hand found her shoulder again, before drifting up the side of her neck.

“A warm body so to speak…”

We both put down our wine. Her minty breath grew stronger the closer she got.

“I felt so nervous sending you those pictures. Figured you’d think I’m some sort of weirdo.”

I rolled part of the satin fabric between my fingers.

“Well, I was the one who asked for them. Sure, I got more than I expected. But I liked them, Niamh. More than I should have. Guess that makes me a weirdo too.”

I lightly tugged her bangs.

“And hey, they did show off your new hair colour.”

Her breath was warm as she shuffled closer. She kept eyelids down the whole time. I felt zero guilt as I drank in the sight of her juicy breasts.

“Today was fun.”

“You keep saying that, sis.”

“No, use my name.”

“Okay…”

“Sorry. Anxiety I guess. I’ve been thinking about this moment for so long. Now it’s actually here.”

Her top hung loose as she leaned into me. I saw hard nipples at the end of luscious breasts before our mouths met. I caressed her face and tasted her lips. Both of us getting used to each other’s mouths again, it didn’t take long for tongues to touch. Wrapped in my arms, we used our noses to breath. Niamh’s soft moans made kissing her neck all the more intimate. My top trapped mischievous fingers from reaching past my abs.

“You must be hot under there?”

The hoody slid over my raised arms. I exhaled as she slowly dragged her hands down my smooth chest. Her eyes still shut. Wet lips roamed over skin and tribal ink in an unapologetic act of worship. Fingers drifted further until they hooked on sweatpants. She would have felt my heart pounding. She knew where the blood was going. I watched in anticipation as the first traces of my manhood emerged. Slowly at first as pants were eased down, I studied Niamh’s reaction. Her mouth fell open as the thing she’d teased earlier finally sprang free.

Hungry eyes never wavered from my veiny erection. Soft fingers clasped the base. Usually so calm around women, one can never really be ready for the prospect of his sister’s mouth. Hair glancing my thighs followed by lips enveloping my shaft sent the breath from my lungs. Quick and unflinchingly, Niamh knew the way.

“Oh, Sss–Niamh…”

A woman’s devoting gaze was one of the best parts of a blowjob. But I guess I shouldn’t have been too disappointed. These weren’t normal circumstances. The flashing screen of her phone did its best to distract me. With some hesitation, I knocked it to the floor. ‘She’s busy!’ Some messed up part of me wanted to press the little video answer icon and point the camera down. It made no sense that, as tongue twirled and saliva spilled, another unsettling thought struck me.

Earlier that day, Niamh wanted me to hold her; to mimic being her boyfriend. Her playful restaurant phone call and persistent lack of eye contact was part of it too. Shit, was I just overthinking things? Perhaps it was some form of subconscious incestual guilt? Or was it actually possible? Could it be that she was sucking Barry’s cock vicariously through me?

She said she’d been thinking about this moment for so long — of course she had, probably ever since her boyfriend announced the most perfect Valentine’s trip. I dropped my hand on her bobbing head. I reminded myself that the photos were a good sign. Normal girls don’t share such intimacy with family. My roughness snagging her hair betrayed a brother’s lingering irritation.

She touched my chest as she spoke. Dark eyes looked spectacular.

“What’s the matter? You’re all tense.”

I responded by taking the small of her back. Light in my hands, I laid her down on the bed. She looked so beautiful, her hair splayed across the pillow. Rolling on top of her, her lithe body felt incredible beneath me. Saliva bridged our rapid kisses. A man’s eyes relayed a lot of information about a woman. But it was the hands, running over Niamh’s thin nightie that educated me thoroughly. There was the hardness of her nipples in contrast to the softness of her breasts. The contours of her sleek figure. My hand found its way under her nightie. It pained me that I was unable to shift my unnerving thoughts. ‘Please open your eyes! Let them see that it’s me!’

Dragging fingers up her smooth thighs, was I going too far? Did she really want this? Did I? Picturing panties crumpled on the bathroom floor, I strummed her moist vagina. Moaning as I switched from trimmed bush to wet skin, her creamy legs parted.

Pants violently stripped from me; it’s funny how two bodies in heat care little about the ethics of incest. Cock glanced her inner thigh as I positioned myself. Lean legs fell further apart. It all happened so fast. At the speed of insatiable lust. Her breath warmed my face as the tip slotted inside. Her eyes still closed, who the hell was she really lying with? Some phantom of her romantic weekend? My hips rolled as I sank deeper. I tried not to care. Clay into clay, we were just man and woman finding comfort in one another.

“Oh, Matt!”

Did she know the elation it brought when she graced me with diamond eyes. Legs hugged my lunges as balls tapped her soft hind. I should have been on a barren metro. Niamh’s warmth felt much better. Fingers crawled up my greasy back. Restricting myself to slow, gentle thrusts; there was a renewed sense we wanted to make love. Not just have empty sex. The body under me made it near impossible for a man — brother or not. Her moans a song, my thrusts grew stronger. Her gasps emboldened me. The fool I was to think I could last inside her, I resigned myself to a quick release. Perhaps she’d forgive me. Palms flat against my chest, sharp fingernails punctured me.

I rolled on my back to let my aggressive lover mount. Holding her hair in my fist, her frenzied lips made a trail from my chest to the designs around my torso. Shadows hid the union of our sex.

“Niamh…”

Hair slipped through fingers as she rose. She moaned, returning attention to the meat inside her. She flicked brunette strands away and churned with her heavenly hips. I placed my hands on her trim waist as my cock discovered unknown delights. Blonde highlights bounced as she rode. The hem of her nightie sitting gloriously high, a thin strap hung loosely on her arm. Light shrieks accompanied the rapid slaps of flesh. The sounds of our mating, the embrace of her forbidden passage, the beauty of her silhouette framed between antique bedposts — this woman was simply intoxicating. Palms bearing down on my chest, Niamh performed her sexual CPR.

“Yes! Yes! Matt!”

Cries of orgasm filled the room as my balls soaked in her juices. Niamh, thankfully, wasn’t a selfish lover. A wry smile on her lips, the aggressive bouncing resumed as she hunted the sensation of my warmth. Palms sliding over my chest, I could never have imagined how good she’d be. Clutching with demented claws, I claimed the clammy cheeks of her bubble butt. Vagina lips contracted as my heart pounded. Eyes locking, mouths fell open to release our silent moan. Niamh rested a hand on my fluctuating belly. Her legs pouring either side of me, she clamped tight the base of my pulsing cock.

“Renée was right about us.” she said. “I love you, Matthew.”

Her eyes rolled as if savouring each rampant punch of my reckless expulsion. The corner of her mouth curled into a grin at the unrelenting flow of my geyser like deposits. The body on top of me trembled as she took deep every drop I had to offer. She was sleek and soft to the touch. I couldn’t be anything but rough. A satin nightie came apart in my hands as lust gave way to life.

***

Protective arms folded around her as she collapsed into my chest. Not sure what a man might say to his sister at a time like this, I said nothing. I chose instead to run fingers through her hair. Breathing hard, it’s not like I had the strength for words anyway. Niamh obviously did.

“I wonder how she really feels? Happy or sad?”

Sexy brown eyes found my confusion.

“Mrs Mona Lisa. Let’s go find out tomorrow.”

“Maybe she’s a bit like you, sis. Neutral.”

I adored how she kissed my injured chest.

“No, Matt. Now I’m happy.”

I pulled bedsheets around our cooling bodies and turned out the light.

“First we need to swing by my apartment. You can look around while I get a shower and a shave. Not to mention a fresh pair of clothes.”

There was no answer from my sleeping beauty. I kissed the crown of her head and closed my eyes. Not for one second did I think my day would end like this. Well, maybe just one. I pressed fingers against flesh to make sure she was real. As part of me softened inside her, I could only hope I’d done a good job of salvaging her Valentine’s day. Without question, she’d given me my best ever.

***

“Do I feel guilty about it? No. You’re not just some guy, Matt. You’re my brother. I love you.”

***

The light breeze drifting across the room woke me from my dreamy slumber. Despite the return of a February chillness, the place looked even more impressive bathed in the morning sun. I slid out of bed and stretched. The mild sting in my chest brought a grimacing smile to my face. Niamh’s phone charging on the locker told me it was just after nine.

I walked barefoot towards swirling curtains and the source of the breeze. Her back to me, she was leaning on the balcony that overlooked the city. Unlike myself, it wasn’t technically correct to say that she was in the nude. She wore her beret after all. Hair hung over her left shoulder. Placing my hands on the rail either side of her, chest glanced her backside. It was no effort at all to bring cock snug with bum. Morning stubble scraped her chin as I planted a good morning kiss.

“Let me warm you up mon amant français.”

A weak smile was her only response.

“It looks a whole lot smaller from here, doesn’t it?” I said.

“But still pretty amazing. Imagine, The Eiffel tower from my bedroom window. Every girl’s dream.”

Her voice quiet and contemplative, I knew that she was thinking about him. Having booked the room, he would have known about the view. How perfect it would be on this balcony with his arms wrapped around her. It was his vision that I was living. Stealing. Girth swelling between the crack of her cheeks made her forget. She pushed back into me. A hand sliding up to cup succulent breasts, our morning kiss morphed into a snog. The French way.

“Did you hear back from Eloise?” she said.

“I sent her a message saying I wouldn’t be around for a few days.”

“Ah. Ongoing family emergency?”

“I figured it was more palatable than saying I’ve fallen in love with my sister.”

Not so subtle hips rolled causing cock to prod moistness. I planted kisses around her earring.

“Come back to bed,” I whispered

“Why?” she said. “No one is watching. And even if they were, they don’t know, Matt. Nobody knows.”

Niamh’s slim fingers positioned my cock. Gasps collided as I sank into her fertile warmth. Squeezing her breasts, I gave her my impatient thrusts.

“What don’t they know, Niamh?”

She whined and moaned as I marked her shoulder with my teeth. Pelvic bone thrashing, she took well my determined drives. Hands roamed over her sexy body as I kissed her neck. I didn’t need to look down to know. Wet slaps told me that my cock was already doused in her juices.

“Say it for me.”

The divine tingling in my balls grew more intense. She wasn’t like any other girl I’d ever been with. I truly struggled to contain myself with Niamh. As rewarding as her cries were, I needed to hear something else. My lips glanced her ear.

“Say it…Before I cum.”

Punctuated only by the soft thump of bodies, her sweet words carried across the Parisian sky.

“No one knows how much I love my brother!”

“J’aime ma sœur!”

“J’aime ma frère!”

Her softness caressed my plunging cock. Sweat glazing my chest, I was seconds from giving her everything I had. Far below, passers-by must have looked up when a red beret drifted down on top of them. Throwing her head back, our mouths connected. My warm palm crossed her tummy. Knees buckled as climax consumed us.

There were a thousand good reasons as to why this shouldn’t be happening. It should have been Barry’s seed flooding a condom, rather than mine flooding his woman. A thousand good reasons vanished into nothing. Fused together on that balcony, our young bodies did what they were always destined to do.

***

The hotel manager was very polite on the phone. He, more than anyone, understood the passion that filled these rooms. He had to inform us, however, about the complaints received, and if we could just be a little bit quieter next time. We kept the windows shut from then on. We made sure no one else was around when we used the swimming pool.

***

We did actually manage to fit in some touristy things too. It was Niamh who reminded me that we couldn’t spend all day in bed together. I presented some strong arguments as to the contrary. The sights of Paris were stunning. The Louvre, Arc de Triomphe, Versailles. They paled in comparison to the balconies, beds, and whatever else was available when alone with my Valentine’s.

Niamh held my hand and studied Mona Lisa. I studied my sister in her beautiful summer dress. Perhaps someone had created such wonderful works for the women they loved. Niamh deserved a monument far grander than them all.

But like the saying goes; all good things must come to an end. It was no surprise that emotions ran high on the morning of her flight. Seeing a rare tear, it was like a break up of sorts. But it was probably for the best. Leave behind whatever magical thing my sister and I had as an unforgettable Valentine’s in Paris. I mean, it’s not like it could realistically go on forever?

On the third day we started swapping photos. It’s fair to say that they told a story of their own. The first few weeks were more fantastically inappropriate images of each other. The ultrasound soon followed. As weeks became months, she documented the progress of her bump. Soon it’d be too big to hide. I told myself that it might not be mine. We both knew it was. We didn’t really know what we were going to do. If and how we’d break it to Barry? Our family? We figured we’d discuss it all soon. Try and do what was right. I’d buy her a new beret first. I’d give it to her in the airport when she arrived next week.

FIN