Literotic asexstories – High Expectations Ch. 11 by MarriPetX,MarriPetX “Well, there you are!” our mom said as we went into the kitchen. “Are the roads okay now? Are you all right?”
Mark held up his hands in mock surrender. “They’re fine and yes we’re okay.”
She narrowed her eyes at him and came over to me. She put her hand on my forehead. “Are you okay, sweetie? You look a little peaked.”
“Just tired, Mom,” I said.
“You didn’t sleep well?”
Mark coughed and opened the fridge, shoving his head inside. “I slept okay. It wasn’t my bed, is all.”
“Why don’t you go take a shower and I’ll make us some lunch?”
“Okay.”
I went over to the fridge and “accidentally” bumped into Mark’s hip as I walked by. He let out a muted growl and Mom yelled, “Can’t you two get along for just one morning? What is wrong with you?”
If only she knew.
I went up to my room and got out of my very rumpled clothes. I went into the bathroom and turned on the water in the shower. While I waited for it to warm up, I looked at myself in the mirror. I still looked like me, other than the dried patch of his cum on my chest. I had always thought that I would look different, somehow, after losing my virginity. My mom didn’t even seem to notice that anything was off.
I stepped under the spray and let it run down my body. I soaped up my hair and conditioned it, thankful that the knots had loosened up after the night’s activities. I washed my skin slowly, remembering his touch and his tongue on every part that I soaped. I was extra gentle with my pussy. It was still sore and the clit was swollen. It took every bit of self control to not play with it. I wanted to recreate the feelings from his body, but I knew I really couldn’t.
A knock came on the other door, the one that connected it to Mark’s bedroom. We had always argued over the bathroom growing up. Now the sound of his knuckles on the wood made me squeal.
“You good in there?” he asked, his voice muffled by the door.
“I’m fine. Why?”
The door opened a crack and his voice was much clearer. “Just checking on the ankle.”
“My ankle is fine.”
“Good.”
He didn’t close the door. He actually opened it more and slipped inside. He closed it behind him and tapped on the wall beside the shower. “How about the rest of you? Still sore?”
I pulled the curtain back enough to stick my head out. He was smiling at me and I wanted to grab him and pull him in with me. But I stayed strong. Reluctantly.
“Yes, I’m still sore. But I’m fine.”
He narrowed his eyes and tried to look behind the curtain without moving his head. “Are you? Want me to help wash your back?”
“Really? Now?”
He chuckled. “No, not now. Mom sent me up to check on you when I told her about your fall. She’s mad because I didn’t take you to the ER immediately, so you might want to be prepared for her to ask a bunch of questions about it.”
“Wonderful.”
I pulled my head back in and did a final rinse. I turned off the water and squeezed out my hair. I waited a few seconds before pulling the curtain back. He sucked in his breath and backed up, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand.
“Jesus, Sis, you could warn a guy.”
“Why? Does my body bother you?”
I stepped a little closer to him and rubbed my tits on his arm below his sleeve where the water wouldn’t show. He cupped them in his hands and moved back enough to have space to bend down and suckle my nipples quickly. I moaned and he let go. My neck was warm and I wanted nothing more than to pull him over my naked body and make him kiss me all over.
“Yes,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. “It does bother me. It bothers me that I can’t touch it.”
“Good answer,” I said. I toweled off my hair and wiped down my body. He watched but didn’t move. I wrapped the towel around my head and opened my door. “I’ll meet you downstairs.”
“Yeah. Sure.”
He backed into his own room and closed the door. I closed mine and went to my dresser. I dressed quickly, pulling on loose sweatpants and tshirt. I didn’t bother with a bra or panties. I was home. I almost never wore them when I was there. And if my mother was going to investigate my ankle, I didn’t want to have to take off jeans.
I went downstairs and into the kitchen. Mark and our mother were sitting at the table eating grilled cheese and tomato soup, one of her standby “snow day” meals. I sat down in my usual spot across from Mark and she immediately got up, holding out her hand. “Let me see that ankle, young lady.”
“Mom, really, it’s fine. I just twisted it a little.”
I held it up and she carefully touched it, moving the foot back and forth. “Does that hurt?”
“It’s a little sore,” I said, honestly. “But I can walk. It’s really fine. I didn’t need the hospital.”
“That’s what I said,” Mark said, taking a large bite of the sandwich that had been dipped in the soup.
Mom’s nostrils flared and he grinned at her. “You’re lucky, young man,” she said. “What if she’d broken it and you didn’t even take her for xrays?”
“Mom, really, I told him not to bother. I just rested it and it feels better. I didn’t need a doctor.”
She huffed and lowered my foot to the ground. She slid me a bowl of soup and sat back down. “I guess spending the night in bed helped.”
I blushed and Mark almost choked on his food. “What?” I said, pointedly not making eye contact with either of them.
“With the snow, it’s not like you could go anywhere,” she said, shrugging and picking up half of her sandwich. “And your brother said he made sure you had ice and plenty of pillows.”
“Yeah, he did,” I said, stirring my soup. “The power went out overnight, too, so there wasn’t anything to do.”
“True,” he said, taking a drink of water. “Nothing at all.”
“I hope you two didn’t fight,” she said.
“Nope. Not a single time,” he said.
“Other than that one argument about my ankle,” I said, smiling sweetly at him. “The one where you asked if I wanted to break my ‘fucking leg’?”
Mom glared at him. “Your sister was hurt and you yelled at her? Seriously?”
I laughed a little. He actually winked at me. “Mom, it’s fine. I tried to walk across the room in the dark when the power went out. He was just nervous that I would fall. He put me back on the bed and life went on.” Oh boy did it ever.
She looked at both of us in turn. “Are you two actually getting along?”
“Turns out we have more in common than we thought,” he said, stacking his empty dishes in front of him. “Right, Sis?”
“Right. Bro.”
He laughed and Mom smiled. “Well then I guess the storm was worth it.”
“Absolutely,” he said. “And on that note, now that Julie’s done, it’s my turn to shower.”
He got up and carried his dishes to the kitchen. I finished eating, listening to his feet on the stairs. Mom gathered up her own dishes and cocked her head at me. “I’m glad you two seem to be getting over your fighting all the time. It was really getting to be ridiculous.”
“Don’t worry, Mom,” I said, smiling. “We had to grow up sometime, right?”
*
The days came and went. Mark and I saw each other in passing. He went to work and I tried to get things ready for my next semester at school. Basically, that meant I spent my time helping my mother with household chores and pretending to be excited. I had meant to get a part-time job but never got my applications done in time. My dad just sighed and shook his head at me over his newspaper at breakfast every morning. Yes, my dad still got a newspaper.
Mark worked two jobs, one as a contractor at an engineering firm and one on the weekends as a cook at a diner. He’d always joked he would be a chef one day, but that was really more in thanks to the cooking shows he saw when we were younger. He liked to brag that the diner was his “fun money,” because all of his bills were paid by the firm. He had been sharing an apartment with two friends but they had both moved out to live with their girlfriends and he couldn’t afford it on his own, making him come back home, something that he found ridiculously embarrassing. So, he’d moved back home. Grudgingly.
Not that he was ever there.
I tried to keep busy. I tried to read and even tried to find people online to chat with. All that got me was a bunch of dick pics. Unrequested dick pics. I admit I glanced at all of them and mentally compared them to Mark’s, and found them all wanting. I started watching porn, but most of it was just bad acting with too much groaning. I stayed up late listening for Mark’s door to open, even if I didn’t dare go in, no matter how late it was. Not with our parents’ room directly under us.
“Julie, are you feeling all right?” my mother asked one morning as I stirred sugar into my coffee. For far too long.
“I’m fine, why?”
“You don’t seem yourself.”
“I’m okay. I’m just not sleeping well.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know. Maybe I should try melatonin.” My mother was a supplement freak. She probably had six bottles of the stuff.
“Well, it won’t matter much longer,” Dad said, sipping his own coffee. “You go back to school next week.”
“Right,” I said, forcing a smile. “That’s going to be great.”
Mom pursed her lips but didn’t push the issue. I set the spoon down and took a drink, a little surprised at how sweet the cup actually was. I debated about making toast, but before I could get up, Mark walked in, rubbing his eyes and still wearing his pajamas, carrying a bowl full of cereal in one hand. My pussy clenched at the sight and he kicked my leg lightly on his way by.
“What are you doing home?” Dad asked, barely looking at him.
“The firm is doing some corporate retreat, so I didn’t have to go in.”
“Must be nice.”
Dad viewed days off as a character flaw. He always told us that he would never retire. I believed him. He probably thought that if he stopped working, he would drop dead. To be fair, he probably would.
“It is, actually.”
Mark sat down and started eating. Mom patted his hand. “Well, I have to run some errands today, and Dad’s working. Think you and your sister can find something to do? Maybe you can help her pack for school.”
He smiled at me and nodded while he chewed. He reached his foot under the table and tapped my toes, making me jump. “I’m sure we can. Maybe we can catch another movie?”
I swallowed another sip of coffee and tried to make my heart slow down. “Probably. If you treat again, that is.”
“Happy to, my lady.”
Dad huffed to himself and folded the newspaper back up. He set it on the table and cleared his place. “I’ll see you later.” He kissed my mother and left for the day.
Mom smiled at us. “I’m so glad you’re still getting along. I thought for sure things would just go back to how they were before that storm.”
“I don’t think that will ever happen,” Mark said, tapping my foot again with his toes.
“I agree,” I said. “Never.”
*
I stood in front of my closet, wearing my towel around me like a toga. I’d showered, shaved, and put on a thin layer of makeup. I didn’t bother with much, but I did like how I looked in mascara, and I used some lip gloss. I was a bit of a wreck, trying to pick something that made me look good but also casual enough to not arouse suspicions. Arouse. Aroused.
Fuck.
A tap came from the other side of the bathroom door and I jumped, letting out a little squeak. “What is it?” I said, trying to slow down my heart and catch my breath.
“Are you ready yet?”
“Almost.”
“Can I come in?”
Pussy clench. I looked out the window and neither of our parents’ cars were there. “Sure.”
He came in, dressed in cargos and a loose button down shirt. He was carrying his socks and looked absolutely gorgeous. His hair was still damp from his shower, which he said he made sure to keep short so I would have hot water for mine. He had combed it off to the side and it had just started to curl a little by his temples.
He pulled the door shut behind him and pushed the lock, something we had both insisted on having for our rooms when we were younger. He did the same with the main door to the room and I knew I was already wet. Then he went to the window, looked out, and sighed.
“Don’t you think you should have pulled those while you were getting dressed? Anyone could have seen you.”
“I guess I never thought about it. We’re on the second floor, so…”
He pulled the shades with a snap. Then he turned around and looked at me carefully. “Yes, we are on the second floor. But trust me, people can see you.”
“How do you know?”
He took a step closer, dropping his socks to the floor. “Because I was looking every chance I got ever since you graduated.”
“Did you like what your saw?”
He cleared the distance and pulled me to him, wrapping his arms tightly around my back. He rested his chin on my head. When he spoke, it sounded like his teeth were barely opening. “Obviously. Why else would I have kept looking?”
“Okay.”
He tightened his grip, squeezing me against him. His fists were doubled behind my back and I groaned as my nipples rubbed against the towel. “So you just let anyone look at you like that?”
“I… I guess so?”
He pulled his torso back and stared at me, his face blank. “Do you like having people look at you?”
“No. I mean, not people outside.”
“What does that mean?”
“I like it when YOU look at me.”
He let his fists go and slid his hands down my arms. He grabbed my hands and tugged me towards the bed. I groaned again and practically floated after him. He sat down and pulled me onto his lap, transitioning my wrists to one of his hands and the other slid up under the towel. He rested it on my thigh and I was suddenly so happy that I shaved all the way up.
“I don’t want other people to look at you. I should be the only one looking at you.”
“Okay.”
He narrowed his eyes and squeezed my wrists together. “Not ‘okay.’ I’m the only one you should let see your body.”
“You’re the only one I want to see my body.”
His other hand travelled up higher on my leg and touched the spot where my thigh met my pussy lips. “Damn right I’m the only one.”
Before I could answer, he yanked my arms down and managed to pull me over his knees. “What are you doing?” I said.
He squeezed my wrists together again and slid his other hand up the back of my thighs. “I’m your big brother. And I think you need a little lesson.”
“What?”
He pushed the towel up and ran his hand over my ass. I sucked in my breath and he let go of my wrists. He used that free hand to push against my back, holding me in place. “Mark? What are you doing?”
“Teaching you.”
His hand came down and hit my ass. I yelped and he did it again. I tried to get up but he just kept pushing me down. He spanked me over and over so many times that I lost count. My ass felt hot and every hit stung. I should have been screaming.
So why was I just moaning?
At some point, he stopped spanking me and slid his fingers up to my pussy. “God you’re so wet. So wet.”
His finger touched the outside of my lips and slid inside. I gasped again and tried to push back against him. He let go of my back and used that hand to pull the towel off. “Don’t get up yet.”
“All right.”
“Did you like that, then? Did you like it when your big brother spanked you?”
“Yes,” I said. He reached around my torso and cupped my tit in his hand, catching the nipple between his finger and thumb and rubbing it back and forth. “Yes, I did.”
“Bend over the bed for me,” he said, sliding his finger back out of me. I got up off of him and did as he said, my ass pointing up in the air. He stood behind me, rubbing my cheeks. “Do you want me to spank you more? Or have you learned your lesson?”
“I’m a slow learner,” I said. “It took me two tries to pass trig.”
He spanked me again, this time standing next to me and striking the cheeks harder. I grunted with his hits and tried to push my pussy out to him. At some point, he stopped. I went to stand up and he pushed me back down. “I didn’t say to move, did I?”
“No, you didn’t. I’m sorry.”
“Just stay still.”
I heard a strange sound, almost a whisper crossed between the hiss of a snake. I tried to look out of the corner of my eyes, but his body blocked my view. “Don’t move.”
“I won’t.”
A quick snapping sound happened immediately before my ass burned all over again. “Oh, God, what is that?”
“I said don’t move.” The strike came again and I cried out. “I would have thought you’d recognize this, since you bought it for me on my last birthday.”
His belt. His wide, heavy leather belt. He wore it all the time with anything that had beltloops. He’d taken it off and was using it to hit my ass. I trembled as he hit me again. He moved closer and slid a finger into my pussy.
“So wet. My pussy is so wet.”
“Yes, it is, please…”
“Please what?”
Another strike came and I cried out again. He put another two fingers into my pussy and began pumping them in and out. I pushed back against him and his thumb hit my clit with every move. He kept spanking me with his belt and fucking me with his fingers. I yelled and moved with him.
“Cum, little sister,” he said.
“God…”
“Do it. Cum on your brother’s hands while I spank you.”
And I did. As always, my body reacted to his words. I screamed and my body shook. My pussy and clit pulsed, grinding into him. He spanked me four more times before he dropped the belt. He pulled his hand out of my pussy and moved quickly, scooping me up from the ground and into his arms. He sat on the bed and held me, rocking me back and forth, stroking my hair.
“I think we need to do that again sometime, don’t you?” he asked, kissing my head.
“God, yes,” I said, my body still trembling. I reached up and pulled him down for a kiss. I slid my tongue into his mouth and he moved his to match. After a few seconds, he broke the kiss and hugged me to him again.
“Come on,” he said. “Get dressed so we can go to the movies.”
I got up and went back to my closet. He watched me as I pulled out jeans and a soft sweater. I went to my dresser and pulled out a bra and panties, both rather skimpy, and some socks. He watched me dress, licking at his lips the whole time. I went back to him and leaned over, putting my hands on his thighs.
“Ready?”
“Just need to get my belt.”
My pussy clenched again. He rubbed it quickly through the pants and kissed me. I backed up and he stood, picking his belt up off of the bed. He slipped it back through the loops and picked up his socks. He got up and opened the blinds before taking my hand and leading me to the door.
“Make sure you keep those closed when you’re naked.”
“I will.”
“You know, I always kind of thought you were doing it on purpose.”
“You did?”
We went into the hallway and down the stairs. He grinned and said, “Yeah. So, were you?”
“No. Like I said, I didn’t really think about it.”
“Well, you will now.”
I followed him to the shoe rack. We put on our boots and got our parkas. It was still winter, after all. I could only hope that another freak storm would blow up while we were in the mall.
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