Weirdly, they seemed to struggle with both their kids. My drive was valued, yes, but neither parent thought it was altogether healthy. And Kevin’s lack of seriousness was always something they tried to squeeze out of him.
But I knew my parents valued my work ethic and intelligence. And I was certain they loved Kevin’s good humor and easygoing attitude. In other words, my parents were the usual mix of imposing and approachable that I think most kids in healthy families come to expect.
But in that moment, Mom and Dad seemed as commanding as two CIA agents with all the evidence and none of the compassion. The way they eyed me made my skin crawl.
“Kevin told us what happened,” Mom said.
He DID?!
“We want you to know, it’s OK,” Dad said, “It happens to all of us.”
It DOES?!
“And while it may seem like the end of the world now, I think it’s a good thing for you,” Mom said. “Truly. You need to experience stuff like this. It’s how you grow.”
“I remember being your age and going through the same thing,” Dad said, “Well, I mean, OK. Not exactly the same. But still.”
I tried to picture my dad and Aunt Kelly. There was no way, right?
“Personally, I know it sounds weird, but I’m actually happy for you,” Mom said, “I know it feels off right now but it’s really the best thing.”
OK. I’d officially entered an alternate universe. There was no other explanation that made sense.
“I’m so confused,” I said.
“It’s not even that bad,” Dad said, “I mean come on. I think everyone on Earth has had one. Just because you didn’t till now doesn’t mean anything.”
“One what?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“You got a B on your test,” Dad said, like it was obvious.
“Kevin told us you were stressing it, honey,” Mom said.
“A B-minus, actually,” I said, weirdly pressed about that point.
“Oh, well that’s not that bad either,” Dad said, “Honestly, there were some classes in college I’d have killed for a B-minus.”
“Seriously,” Mom said, “College is hard. Especially what you’re doing. I mean, pre-med — there’s a reason it has that reputation.”
“Anyway, your brother is really worried about you,” Dad said, “He told us you got drunk last night and that you’ve been acting strange all day.”
“It’s OK to be upset about a bad grade, and honestly letting off a little steam can be a good thing,” Mom said.
“But you should know better than to take a risk like that,” Dad said, “You could get yourself in real trouble.”
“Sorry Dad,” I said, head appropriately bowed to the ground.
“It’s OK sweetie,” Mom said, “We get it, and we’re glad you’re safe. But we both know this is barely a setback. You’ll take your next test, ace it like always, and be back to normal before you know it.”
“But in the meantime,” Dad said, “We’d like you to stick close to Kevin for the next few days. So, he can make sure you’re feeling alright.”
“We know you don’t want your little brother barging in on your life,” Mom said, “But we all feel it’s important.”
Oh my God. I looked over at Kevin. He was desperately trying to keep a straight face. Both of us — eyes widening, jaws dropping. A mirror of our shared incomprehension of what we’d stumbled into.
“Um, thank you?” I said. I quickly pulled myself back on track. “Thank you both. I know I’ll be OK. But I appreciate you being there for me. And I agree, I don’t want to get hurt. So, I’ll stay close to Kevin.”
“Thank you,” Dad said, the relief filling his voice.
“Like, maybe, if it’s alright, I’ll sleep in his room tonight? Just to make sure.”
“Now Jacey, your brother is worried about you. But you can’t put him out like that,” Mom said, “Kevin, would that be too much of an imposition for you?”
My little brother coughed to cover up whatever reaction he was about to have. “Yes. Sure. That’d be fine.”
Mom beamed. Dad grinned. They gave us both huge hugs.
“We’ve got great kids,” Dad said, “We’re so proud of you both.”
*
So, as sanctioned by my parents, I went to my brother’s bedroom that night to sleep. I’ll have you know, I put on a perfectly appropriate set of pajamas — top, bottoms and everything. The fact that all of it came off seconds after I climbed into bed, well, that’s my little brother’s fault. He’s the one that ripped them off me, after all.
Within moments, my brother and I were both naked under the covers, wrapped around each other like vines. He pushed himself between my legs. Grabbed his cock and steered it forward, a mirror of that morning. I shot my hands down to stop him.
“Wait,” I gasped out, “We need to talk. About what happened this morning.”
My brother’s gorgeous face shifted to a sulk. God, he was so puppy-adorable.
“It’s OK,” I said, “I want you to know I’m not protected. I mean, like, I’m not taking anything.”
“Oh,” Kevin said, “Oh fuck.” Man, it really did take the poor boy time to process. “Why not?”
“The pill makes me feel all itchy,” I said, “I think I’m allergic.”
“That makes sense,” Kevin said, “I guess it’s a good thing I stopped then. I mean, the time before.” He smiled, dopily, as the memory brushed past him.
“Definitely,” I said, “That’s why I wanted to tell you now. We need to be careful.”
“I don’t have condoms,” Kevin said, sad again. “I can get some.”
“Don’t worry about it tonight,” I said, “We can still, you know. Stop. When it’s time.”
“Right,” Kevin said, “Of course. Don’t sweat it. My pull-out game is on point.”
It was such a boy thing to say, but Kevin made it sound almost cute. Kind of weirdly sexy in a way that only my brother could accomplish.
“So, we can still do this, right?” Kevin asked. So eager. He made me think of a golden retriever pup with oversized feet and far too much enthusiasm.
My brother saw me smiling and took it for a ‘yes.’ He shifted himself again and put his dick at my entrance.
“Wait,” I said, “There’s one more thing.”
Kevin eyed me, warily.
“I want to be on top this time.”
*
I rode my brother with abandon. Little boobs doing their best to flop in time with my movements. Hips arching and aching. Urging us both to our climax. I explored every way to make us feel good. What hit the right spots for him, for me.
If I sort of undulated back and forth it felt good, but it didn’t do much for my brother. If I humped up and down it drove my bro wild, but it was just ok for me. Also, really super tiring. So, I switched around and did whatever felt right in the moment. That was plenty awesome enough.
The whole time, my brother lay back, watching me work him with a kind of stunned wonder. Like I said, I’m not much to look at. My little breasts and skinny body. But he gazed up at me in a way that made me feel like the hottest woman in the universe. Like some kind of sex goddess.
My brother traced his hands over me. He squeezed my tits and clenched at my hips. But it was his eyes. Those deep, dark caramel orbs that exactly matched my own. The way he stared at me made my heart nearly stop.
I got wilder as I went closer to my end. I rubbed my clit with one hand. Pinched my nipple with another. My movements faltered and I went. Like a rocket, rising from the center of my pussy and right through my chest till it blasted through my brain.
“ahhhhhhhAAAHHHHH!” We’d been trying to keep things quiet this whole time, but it was way too much for me.
I fell forward and Kevin held me close. Pressed his lips to mine. I knew it wasn’t really a kiss, more of a way to keep me quiet as my orgasm shredded me to the atoms.
I got up giggly and panting. My hair plastered to the side of my face.
“Did you?” I asked, even though I knew the answer.
My brother shook his head, smiling. I think he liked how dopey he made me. I started moving on his dick again. My cum had made me cinch up tighter. My thighs and arms burned from the exertion. I think he noticed because he grabbed my sides and, not gently at all, flipped me onto my back.
Right there, no pause, he railed into me. There was no attempt to be gentle. My little brother was filled with need and desperate to get it out. It felt fantastic, the aftershocks of my earlier cum now echoing through with every thrust. I didn’t think I was going to go over the top again, but that was OK. All of this was amazing in a different way.
I felt my brother’s cock swell and I knew he was about to finish. He pulled out of me, hurriedly, and grabbed for his dick. I don’t know why the urge came over me, but it did. There was no conscious decision, no thought and response.
As my little bro started to stroke himself, I took my turn to shove him onto his back. I slid down and swallowed his cock in one greedy gulp. Now it was his turn to make a noise that was way too loud.
“Ohhhh…FUCK!” he shouted as my lips closed around his cock.
Again, my brother felt so warm and full in my mouth. I tasted myself, my own pleasure, on his skin — mixed with his wonderful masculinity — and, strangely, it turned me on all the more.
Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. I coaxed out my brother’s cum. He stiffened. Shook. Hot seed jetted out of him. Again, I got the wrong angle and choked. But I was able to steer the rest to the right place. Salty, slimy spend filled my mouth. I swirled it around then swallowed it down. My brother gasping and grunting beneath me.
Finally, the both of us stilled. I let his dick slip out of me with a lewd, wet plop. Kevin reached over and stroked my cheek with a kind of wonder. I knew he wouldn’t want to kiss me, what with my sperm-and-vagina-soaked lips. But my brother surprised me and did it anyway.
We curled into each other. I fell asleep warm and sticky. Wrapped in my brother’s arms.
*
The next few weeks we found a kind of rhythm. Kevin worked on his car and hung out with his friends. He told me he went to a few job interviews, though it didn’t seem like there was anything promising.
I went to school like usual. Attended class and took notes. Followed my standard routine as best I could. Nothing felt right. I got my usual A grade a few times, but there were just as many Bs and even a C once. Every time it happened, I became more used to it. But it never seemed like normal.
It was like I was sick with some strange fever. Or maybe my consciousness had switched to a different body. Nothing made sense to me. It’s not that I didn’t try with school because I definitely did. But everything seemed fuzzy or weirdly complex. It made it hard to do much of anything except nod along and hope that some of it would stick.
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