She opened the door and reached for the sleeping bags from her brother’s grasp, incidentally touching his hand. The jolt of electricity that followed up her arm was unmistakable and her big hazel eyes looked up at him.
“Don’t be a stranger, yeah?” she said softly, but playfully.
The grin on her brother’s face widened as he responded. “Oh, I’ll be around. I’m sure you’ll need help around this place for something soon.” He turned to leave, but looked back at her with a mischievous grin on his face and followed, “Probably best neither of us mention this in therapy.”
The pair giggled and hugged, Katy reaching her arms up and around her brother’s neck and Jeff stooping to return the embrace around her torso.
After they bid each other farewell, Katy retreated out of the cold and into the house. She flipped on the lights and dropped her bag on the sofa and stretched her muscles from being crammed into the truck next to her sister-in-law’s tower of luggage. After the emotional and sexual whirlwind of their weekend getaway, she found herself alone in her father’s house and fighting off the emotions that came with it.
Her head snapped around down the hallway and she briskly walked down it as if possessed by an idea. She walked up to where family pictures hung on the wall in the short corridor and stopped at a particular photo. She looked up and gently raised a photo of from the dance that she and Jeff had shared at his wedding and clutched it to her chest before marching back into the living room and placing it prominently at the center of the mantle above the fireplace.
She looked at it with a level of fondness that hadn’t existed prior to now. Not that she hadn’t often looked at this picture with fond memories, but at present it was a comforting reminder of just how alike the siblings were, and how Jeff was there when she needed him, even if that meant a taboo sexual escapade in their family cabin. The day of that particular photograph was also when she caught the first of Bethany’s jealous looks which was no small part of the reason why Katy decided to display it so prominently.
Katy’s rational mind knew better than to allow herself to get emotionally wrapped up in what amounted to having an affair with her own brother. She knew there was no probable ending for such a notion other than shame and catastrophe. But here she was in her father’s house smiling and feeling hopeful for the first time in months and escaping out from under the weight of her grief. The feelings she had from her deepening connection with her brother seemed to be the first effective remedy to her constant state of grief and guilt in a way that neither therapy nor her casual sex encounters at university were able to provide.
This theme continued as the weeks of winter wore on. Katy found herself to be in better spirits. Her secret meet-ups with her brother continued, and though not as often as she would have liked, had been leaving her satisfied and most importantly had been an effective relief to her grief. Even the counselor noted her progress, though Katy never divulged the true reason behind it.
True to her word, she didn’t return to university for the spring term, but took the time to gather herself in addition to engaging in illicit trysts with her brother. Katy busied herself by picking up some part time work as an office administrative assistant near to the building where her brother was employed. The proximity had its advantages as the two grew more bold and risqué in their meetings. More than one lunch break was spent in some secluded car park or lay-by ravaging each other. They still had regular outings as they had grown accustomed to since the passing of their father. The outings now just bore the extra benefit of additional heat. Katy kept up spending at least a night per week at Jeff and Bethany’s flat, but quickly realised their uncontrollable desire for each other in that setting might cause a problem.
One of those particular sleepovers, Katy was on the sofa watching the tele when her brother crept out of his bedroom and ended up fucking her mouth with her head over the arm of the sofa. As incredibly hot as Katy and her brother found the situation, she was admonished by her brother the next day that Bethany woke as he returned to bed. They were still in the clear, but both agreed to put a halt to shenanigan’s in the flat.
In Katy’s honest moments, she knew that her incestuous relationship with her brother had now grown past merely a means to deal with her grief. She found herself becoming more singularly focused on him as the primary object of her affection. Her days of settling for the boys her age seemed to be coming to a close. Beyond her uncontrollable attraction for him, she was always left physically and emotionally satisfied by him in a way that none of her other partners had been able to match. At the beginning she thought that the forbidden nature of their affair is what set her brother apart from her other experiences, but over the months she became convinced it was something deeper than just the thrill of something that should never be. She was attracted to him on a primal level, secure enough with him to be completely uninhibited, and out of bed she felt completely adored and appreciated by him. It had been nearly 5 months since the weekend at the cabin and the more time passed the more attached she became to her big brother.
Though the sibling pair never addressed their deepening sexual relationship openly, there were signs that led Katy to believe she was not the only one growing overly fond of what they had allowed themselves to explore. The way Jeff looked at her and spoke to her, though not obvious to everyone, was different. She could feel the longing and hunger in his gaze and hear it in his voice. She could feel the desperation and desire in every touch of his skin on hers. This was a new layer of their relationship in addition to the love and care that had been ever present. Over time, she was ruling against her previous judgment and beginning to blur the lines between their sexual chemistry and emotional attachment.
There were still plenty of times that Katy looked at what was going on between them and felt that it was the most fucked up thing she could be doing and had no chance of ending well in the real world. But something kept her craving it. Something kept her hoping. In the midst of all her hope and craving was the fear that one day her brother would wise up and end their meetups over some sense of guilt or simply due to the absurdity of the situation. She could hardly blame him if that were indeed to happen. As much as she had grown attached to him, the arguments for the virtues of a sexual and emotional affair with a sibling were weak at best. Even still, she found herself trying to navigate the line between enjoying their taboo affair for what it was and something as ridiculous as falling for her brother.
Their continued shenanigans also opened her eyes to a whole array of exploration that up until now were only theoretical and reserved for Katy’s private imaginations. She took no small amount of pleasure in exploring her brother’s kinks as well as her own. More often than not, the two remained in lockstep in that manner. They seemed to share a curiosity of mind and depth of depravity. Katy learned that Bethany was in fact as unimaginative as she was disingenuous and her brother leaned into this new creative outlet in a powerful way. As if the taboo nature of their relationship didn’t bring enough heat of its own, the possibilities of exploration between them seemed endless. She learned that as sweet and caring as her brother was in his natural state, he could be equally animalistic in his sexuality. Katy enjoyed pushing her brother’s buttons until he engaged in some new and more intense form of taking her. Their romps evolved to include varying degrees of bondage and consensual non-consent and both of them drank it up like they could never get enough.
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