Sister’s Phone Dominates Her Life

Literotic asexstories – Sister’s Phone Dominates Her Life by rin_tin10,rin_tin10 All participants are 18+. No giant boobs or dicks. Fictional characters and events.

My sister, Claire, is in love with her phone. No other way to say it but she can’t live a moment without it. You might expect this if she was a teen but she’s 25. I mean, she got a job as a real estate agent that requires her using a phone all the time. Think she got the job because of the phone usage and not the other way around. She also collected a traffic ticket for texting while driving and another for distracted driving – she was on the phone when she got into a minor accident.

I’m a year older at 26 and a free-lance writer and also work on assignments. We share a small three bedroom house that we grew up in. Our parents died of COVID, so we now own the house. Since I work from home when I’m in town between travels, it’s perfect. She tends to be around the house a lot when she’s not showing a property. She says she gets as much business from calls and on-line than going into an office. Nobody just walks into a realtor’s office these days.

Claire is small bundle of energy. She’s barely 5’1″ and a hundred pounds soaking wet. Even then her long red hair that reaches her waist would soak up a lot, contributing to the total. Plenty of freckles almost merge into a tan when she gets some sun, although she normally slathers on sunscreen by the bucket. A small nose, bright, almost golden brown eyes and high cheek bones complete the picture of her face. She is quite pretty but not movie-star beautiful. Although, to me she is the most beautiful woman I have ever beheld. Of course, when she gets embarrassed her entire body seems to glow red hot. You’d swear that you could warm up your hands by putting them near her face.

She’s a little self-conscious about her small chest. Since we live in the same house and I do laundry, I know she’s only an A-cup. She has a really nice ass – the kind you’d love to pull on to get her deeper into an embrace. That’s just a dream, though, as we hug and only kiss one another on the cheek, as normal siblings.

She has an uncanny ability to surprise the shit out of me by her quick change of direction – ignoring an obvious fault to focus on something else entirely. Deep down, she’s stubborn once she’s made up her mind. Making up her mind, though, is sometimes like her hitting a barrier, chipping away till it falls. It’s never dull talking to her as her changes in direction are breathtaking. You don’t know if she accepts, rejects or simply holds in abeyance when she switches topics.

I’m Rob, all 5’10” of me. Given that I’m always also in motion, I’m only 160 pounds. Work out whenever possible and have been known to run marathons in some exotic places. I have brown hair with a reddish tint. I don’t have a problem with Sun exposure, so am pretty tanned. Can’t say that I’m handsome, just sort of average. Nose a bit bent due to a short-lived boxing career as a teen. My eyes, too, are golden brown.

Claire loves sex. Guess you’d say she’s a slut. Most anything in pants is fair game. She rotates from long-term relationships to a series of one-night stands. I have the unfortunate opportunity to meet many of them when she brings them home. I would tell her that it doesn’t bother me to see her and hear her with all these guys but that would be a big lie. Every time I see her with one of them, my heart goes cold.

Since she had a bout of chlamydia in high school, she’s been firm that her lovers wear a condom. She probably buys them wholesale as she has a big bowl of them in her room. She’s also on the pill. Once a condom broke and she makes absolutely sure she is doubly protected.

About a month and a half ago she got involved with a guy named Gary. Thought she was serious as he was always over and she was always on the phone to him. She started to take movies of them having varieties of sex. No big thing but she made a huge mistake. Instead of just storing them on her phone she uploaded them accidently into our household cloud account. She must have got a setting wrong so that everything was both uploaded and stored on her phone.

When I went into the household account to check when taxes were due, I found them. Oh, shit were they hot! Her body was exquisite. Hard nipples, a flat stomach, trimmed red bush and an ass to die for. Moses could have gotten the Ten Commandments from her burning bush. Although there was sound, I didn’t need that as I hear it live on an almost daily basis. Gary would lick her tits till they shone, then her pussy till she was screaming through multiple orgasms. She also looked like she was an expert at giving head and deep-throated him regularly. She didn’t seem to like missionary and usually went with doggy or cowgirl. Gary didn’t mind a bit. One problem that was obvious was that he came very quickly. Now, if it had been me, I wouldn’t have lasted, either. Looked like they did an occasional anal but she didn’t appear to enjoy it as much.

You can guess that my hand was kept busy viewing this. Of course, I could have told her and deleted everything but it was too hot and this seemed the only way I would ever see her like this. I moved the files to my private account as soon as they appeared. I know I’m a perverted, bad brother and should hang my head in shame. It was just too exciting and I readily admit my love for her wasn’t exactly unselfish.

Gary lasted two weeks before he was replaced with Roger. Same set of movies, only this time with Roger. Based on what I’d seen with Gary, he wouldn’t last too long. He was one and gone, although he did make sure she got off a couple of times. She was all go and he was all slow. Five days was all it took.

She had a few one-nighters but none of them was a repeat.

Next up was Ben. She really appeared to like him and their sex was varied and uninhibited. As I was watching the movies in real time, I could hear her screaming full volume. Thought I was going to wear out my dick their first time in her bedroom. By now I was a pretty good judge of her lovers. Ben was an excellent lover, attentive to her needs. Ben lasted almost three weeks. His failing was that he became possessive. That didn’t come from the movies but from him being over at the house and his phone calls to me asking where she was. Claire was a free spirit and didn’t take kindly to this.

An old friend, Bill, was almost as much in love with her as I was. Bill was 32 and a photographer that I worked with many times. He had some of his work published in National Geographic, that’s how good he was. He had been over to the house many times and met her frequently. She never dated him, so didn’t realize that he felt that way towards her. Since he was a really great guy, I was worried that she might actually go out with him. I felt the potential for her getting into a very long term relationship with him was very real. Therefore, I certainly didn’t try to advance his cause. Not unselfish, am I?

She went through a one week long dry spell. At the end of it we were sitting on the sofa watching some inane program on cable TV, having a glass of wine. One thing we hardily agreed on was we both liked good red wines. We would occasionally spurge on a couple of bottles, especially after she had a good sale or I got an article printed. We had gone through about half a bottle of an excellent French red and were just mellow. It was a Friday and neither of us had to work the next day. She was stretched out with her feet in my lap as I casually rubbed her feet and lower legs. Something we had done many, many times. For some reason, (maybe there was something in the wine?) it felt really erotic. Of course, any touch felt erotic to me but more so tonight.

“I miss Gary tonight. It would feel great to have him loving me but that’s passed. Know he’s already dating another woman.”

Maybe it was the wine or the evening but I made a big mistake. “Yeah, he was a great stud.”

I immediately realized my error. How would I know? Well, maybe she would miss this. Quickly changing the subject “Ready for another glass or maybe something to munch on?”

“Another glass sounds good. Not hungry.”

I was only too happy to get up to pour more wine. Hopefully, I dodged a bullet.

“How do you know he was a great stud? She asked with a puzzled expression.

“I could hear you screaming a lot.”

“I don’t think I screamed more than normal. Were you looking through the keyhole?” she kidded.

“No, I wasn’t looking through the keyhole.”

“Wait, did you open up my phone?”

“No. Even though I’ve seen you put in your passcode many times, I’ve never invaded the privacy of your phone.” Felt a bit guilty here but it was truthfully exact.

“Something doesn’t ring true here. You look guilty, Rob.”

Even though I wasn’t as blatantly obvious when I blush, I was still a reddish head and it showed. Looks like I’m caught. “All right, when you save your movies to your phone, you also upload them to our household cloud account.”

“HOLY SHIT!!!! You’ve seen them?” Talk about being bright red. From the top of her head to the tops of her feet, she was as red as a ripe strawberry.

“How much of them have you seen? Are they still in the cloud? Delete them… NOW!”

“They’re long gone from our account. However, I have copies on my account…”

She was as angry as I’ve ever seen her. “Get rid of them… Erase them!”

With tears in her eyes “Why did you watch them? How could you do this?”

I could only go with the truth and tears in my eyes. “A couple of reasons: You are the hottest thing I have ever seen. I couldn’t pass up the chance to see something that was hotter than any porn ever filmed.

Second: Don’t you realize that I’m hopeless in love with you and the only way I will ever see this side of you is through these movies? I know I shouldn’t have watched them and I really feel miserable about watching them but I couldn’t help myself. I’m ashamed of invading your privacy.

Don’t you realize how difficult it is for me to watch you go on and on with other men? You sit here and have phone sex with guys while I’m sitting next to you or even when you’re at the dinner table. Like I’m a piece of furniture.”

She didn’t move for several minutes. Neither did I. Only had thoughts that she would now hate me and would move out as soon as possible. Probably never speak to me again.

After spending a few minutes cooling down, she finally said. “I think I can understand you wanting to see what I did. You’re a male and that was high-grade porn… I don’t like what I feel is an invasion of my privacy…

Rob, you’re right that I ignore your feelings. I’ll try to do better.”

Now she dove into the biggest issue. “Brothers aren’t supposed to love their sister that way.”

“I know that and have been telling myself that for ten years but I can’t convince myself. I love you and won’t try to deny it nor try to stop. Nobody gets to pick who they love or don’t love. So, if you can’t live with that knowledge, one of us will have to move out.”

She started to say something but her fucking phone rang… She looked at it, stood up and left the room. I heard her say “Hello, Alex…” then was cut off as the door to her room closed.

I suppose that was an improvement in that she left to answer the fucking phone. God, how I wished they had never been invented.

I sat a few minutes and when it was obvious she wasn’t coming back in, I opened up my laptop and started searching for apartments or condos. My search wasn’t restricted to the local area, though.

After about 45 minutes she returned. “Rob, where were we?”

“Me finding another place to live.”

“Rob, we haven’t gotten to that point yet. Can we talk before you do anything?”

“Sure, if you’ll turn off your fucking phone.”

“Guess I deserve that… OK, it’s off.”

“Claire, I’m not sure what more I can say. The ball’s in your court.”

“Rob, I have a bunch of different feelings. The major one is now knowing your feelings towards me. I don’t think I’ve ever really thought about you, us, like that. You’ve always just been a part of my life that I’m comfortable with… Minus the sex, it’s like we’ve been married for such a long time that we’re just … I don’t know… together? You know how I mean?”

“Sort of, I guess… I wouldn’t want to lose that but then again I’m very, very not comfortable with some of what’s going on. I’ll always be your brother, if that’s all that I will ever be but we need to make some changes if we are to salvage that.”

“Not getting side tracked but I promise to not treat you like furniture and will keep phone conversations more private.”

Some of my bitterness concerning her phone crept out. “Think that would mean I’d never see you. So, why don’t I just move out? Then at least you’ll be able to continue to have phone sex wherever and whenever you want.”

She started to turn red. “Are you jealous of my social life? Some of us like to talk and be with other people, unlike you…”

“As far as your social life goes, I don’t give a fuck. That’s not true. I love you and really hate to see you continue your destructive way as you try to fuck your way through the male population of the city. You can call it jealousy or whatever you want but what do you get from it? Hundreds of notches on the bedpost? Where are you going to be in 10, 15 years when you’re no longer the ingénue?”

“Don’t be so smug! I’ll find the right guy and settle down. And just where are you going to be in the same time? Still single and living in a suitcase?”

“The chance of you finding the right guy in every bar in town is exactly zero. Your ruler for measuring a new guy seems to be only used to measure his dick size. When have you ever… Fuck, what’s the use?

I just can’t watch anymore and before I stomp on your phone, I’ll find an apartment tomorrow and be moved out by the end of the week.”

Her face was torn by several different emotions. “Please, Rob, don’t move out yet. Let’s take some time away and talk more. Please?”

“All right, Claire, I won’t move out just yet but I’m still going to try to find an apartment. We can talk tomorrow or whenever.”

Before either of us got up I had another thought. “Claire, please before we run off, I don’t think we said anything to each other, other than just pushed buttons… So, please think about just the basic things without getting wrapped around secondary issues. I love you more than as a brother. To me that’s the only issue. If we can find a way for me to love you as I always have with you only accepting that, everything else can be worked out. You don’t have to love me in return, just accept that I do love you.”

“OK, I’ll try to consider that… I obviously know what you want in return but I can’t give you that, at least not now.”

“Claire, I understand. Just, please, try not to hurt me too much.”

“Of course. You’re my brother and I do love you, so hurting you isn’t what I want either. I know I’m sometimes inconsiderate and that hurts you in ways I don’t understand…

I’m exhausted. Later?”

“Yes.”

There we ended our mutual circle jerk. I tried, but probably failed, to make her understand what was important to me. I certainly didn’t fully understand what she felt or needed. That comes, I guess, with her being a woman and me being a man. Probably too simplistic. I knew I wouldn’t be sleeping much tonight, so went for a long walk. Returned about dawn and fell into an uneasy bed. Maybe I slept for a couple of hours, maybe not. Did I decide anything? Only went through an endless stream of different outcomes. Running through scripts from the most unlikely and fabulous to the more likely and unpleasant. I knew in my heart of hearts that she would never love me the way I loved her. Finally concluded that I would need to move out, as staying here was just too painful, unless she made big changes that involved less phone calls and fewer overnight visitors.

Not sure what she did while I was out walking. Didn’t see her either when I left or returned. Didn’t hear her in the morning after I got back and tried to sleep.

I didn’t get up till afternoon. When I went into the kitchen to get something to eat, she wasn’t in the living room. Her car was gone, though, and there wasn’t any note. Like normal. We didn’t usually keep track of each other unless I had reason to know when she was going to be here.

When she didn’t return by midnight, I figured she found some guy to spend the night with.

I got up Sunday morning to make coffee. About 9:30 she came in and asked for a cup. I handed her one, complete with the right amount of sugar. She didn’t look too disheveled so I guess it wasn’t very gymnastic night.

Before I could say anything, she said “I went to visit mom and dad.”

Wow! Our parents have been dead for three years and are buried 300 miles away in the family cemetery. Don’t think I could have been more shocked. Our parents were also our best friends when we were growing up. We miss them, Claire much more than me. I really didn’t know what to say other than “Oh.”

“I knew I couldn’t sleep so I went for a drive. First just wandering around, then found myself headed in their direction. Not sure how long I sat there at their graves, wishing they could answer my questions. Was so tired that I stayed in a motel close by. Couldn’t sleep, so I left in the middle of the night. I need some rest, then can we talk some more?”

“Of course. Get some rest.”

I just fiddled around, trying to read while she slept. Don’t remember anything that I read. She woke up about two and took a shower. I made sandwiches in case she was hungry.

Her face wasn’t its lively self. She visible turned off her phone and sat down on the sofa with me. She didn’t want anything to eat but took a glass of water. “Rob, I don’t know how I could have so messed up my life. I tried to find answers on mom’s grave. Why am I such a slut? I know I like sex but it’s completely unsatisfying. There’s more to life than orgasms. That’s, I guess, why I keep trying to find somebody that sees all of me, not just what’s covered in skin. You’re right that I’m not going to find it in all the bars.

I really hate myself for the way I treated you. Even if I only ever look at you as just a brother, I shouldn’t have treated you like shit… I’m so, so sorry.”

By this time tears were running down her face. I wanted to hug her, wipe the tears away and say it didn’t matter. I could only hold open my arms to see if she would accept the invitation. She shook her head and I shook inside. “Please, Rob, let me finish. If you put your arms around me, I won’t be able to say what I need to say.”

I was devastated. She felt that she couldn’t take comfort from her brother, her best friend.

She took a big drink from the glass. “I’m not completely in control of my emotions, so may not make total sense. I really do love you as the best brother and friend in the world. I don’t know if it will ever be more than that. I’m also completely selfish. I don’t want you to move out, so I will offer this: No more phone sex except in my room. I will stop bringing guys home unless it’s to get your opinion. I don’t think I can stop wanting sex but will try to keep it under control. Kind of like it was when we lived at home when the parents were alive.

I only ask a few things from you in return: please don’t move out. I know it won’t be easy on you but I need you near me. Take me out to places and things where I might meet people who could just be friends. Please don’t stop loving me. Even if I won’t return the feeling, it causes a warm glow inside.”

I had to think for a moment. Could I take the pain of having her near me and her seeing other men? Guess I love her too much to not be ready to suffer for her sake. “OK. If you fall off the wagon or your fucking phone takes over your life again, I’m gone.”

“Thank you. Thank you… Now can I have that hug?

Holding her in my arms was like wrapping them around a stove. She was so warm. I couldn’t resist kissing the tears. This brought a gasp but she didn’t pull away. We just stayed that way till we both fell asleep. Wasn’t the most comfortable position but I wouldn’t have traded it for anything.

True to her word, she stopped going to bars every night and cut way down on using her phone. Now just mainly for work. I started taking her places, like we were dating. Since neither of us went to church, that left out places we could go, although we still managed to find plenty to do. We visited museums and city markets. We joined a few groups supposedly for people our age. Found many that were only for those with gray or no hair. Started running and going to the gym together.

I was getting ready to take another trip with Bill, so he was over frequently. When I stepped out of the room to take a leak, he asked her for a date. She accepted. They went out a few times before we left. Bill and I talked about her frequently. He was still unsure about how I felt with him dating her. I assure him that she was a grown woman, quite capable of making her own decisions. I only asked that he not hurt her. Of course, inside I was tied up in knots.

When we returned, they took up where they left off. Now, however, they often included me when we went for dinner, to the movies, etc. I felt I was a fifth wheel, so began to decline to be included. I could see where this was going. She also spent more time on her phone but, keeping her promise, stayed in her room. I could hear them talking without understanding. She never had him stay overnight but she stayed at his house more and more.

A couple of months later, Bill was on assignment in Brazil. Claire was in the living room just after lunch and I was in the kitchen trying to find something to eat, though she didn’t know I was there. They talked for just a few minutes because he told her the plane was leaving and he had to go. She ended with “Love you, too.”

It was a stake through my heart. I knew it was coming but those three words just devastated me. I silently left, unable to face her because I knew she would be able to read it on my face. By the time supper rolled around I was recovered enough to eat with her. Just before 10 my phone rang. It was my editor, Steve Kinter. He said “Rob, I have some very bad news. Bill’s plane crashed on takeoff. There weren’t any survivors. They all died instantly. I’m very sorry. Knew you guys were close, so wanted you to know before it hit the news.”

Two things immediately hit me: I’ll really miss Bill. He was a great guy… How do I tell Claire? I also didn’t want her to find out by seeing it on the 6 o’clock news. Walking down the hall to her room – Now I know how the condemned prisoner feels. I knocked on her door and she said to come in.

“Claire, I have some really bad news… There’s no way to soften the blow… Bill’s dead. His plane crashed on takeoff and he was killed instantly.”

The color drained from her face and her knees sagged. I caught her before she hit the floor. For a few moments she couldn’t even cry – no air in her lungs. Then the flood gates opened. I held her and told her to let it all out. She cried for many minutes then asked me to not leave her alone. We fell into her bed, both fully clothed. I continued to hold her and she continued to cry. We finally fell asleep, or at least she did. I just didn’t move.

Morning was difficult. She had a confused look on her face before it all came back. “I have to pee and get ready for work.”

“No, Claire, you can pee but you’re calling sick into the office. You need to get yourself together enough that you can put on enough of a face to meet clients.”

We spent the rest of the day sitting, sometimes talking, sometimes just being together.

“Listen, Claire, this is important. Just grieve for as long as it takes. Don’t hold back and let it all out. The sooner you get over everything in your heart, the sooner you’ll be able to start functioning again. Second, whatever you do don’t go back to the way you lived six months ago. I don’t think you would ever get out of that hole. I love you and I’m here and never leaving, so please let me help.”

She kind of flared up. “How are you an expert on losing one you love, that you’re giving me advice?”

“Oh, believe me, I’ve had years of experience…”

It took her a minute to comprehend what I said.

“Oh. Thanks, Rob… Even for as short a time as we were together, I loved him. I love you, too, my brother. But…”

“Whatever you need, you’ve got.”

I didn’t mention that she had to be careful in finding somebody else so as to not get caught up in a rebound situation. My situation also changed. Of course, I still loved her as a person but I also get caught up in her grief. I think that at that point, I gave up on ever loving her as more than a sister. I would suppress any feelings. Guess I just like lying to myself. I’ll never stop loving her but that’s now just a hole in my heart.

She came out of it, more or less, in about a week. Recovered enough to be able to smile convincingly for clients. Also, at least she didn’t start hitting the bars. We went to dinner and did a few things. Her heart wasn’t really in it. I declined a trip to Japan because I wasn’t really sure what would happen if I were gone for two weeks. What if she started bar hopping again? I didn’t tell her about the possible trip nor how I decided not to go because she probably would have scolded me for babying her.

Yeah, I was but so fucking what? I’d give my life to keep her from going back to being the town slut.

Even after a couple of months she wasn’t entirely herself. There was just a bit of uneasiness to her when we went out or sat around and talked.

“Rob, I really need to thank you for what you’ve done for me and for what you’ve given up.”

“I haven’t given up anything to be with you. It’s more what you’ve given up to be with me.”

“Trip to Japan? Trip to Australia? You haven’t given those up?

“What, how did you know about them?”

“Your editor, Steve, called. Since you weren’t home I answered your phone and he asked if I knew why you didn’t want to go.

So, I’ll ask you. Did you decline because of me?”

“Of course. Japan was right after Bill’s death so I certainly couldn’t leave you alone then. Australia was going to be too long, like three months.”

“I’m a big girl now. I can take care of myself. Don’t think you have to give up your career to care for me.”

“Claire, a couple of things. Can you with 100% certainty say you’ll never go back to a lover every night and phone sex every day?”

She thought for a few moments. “No, I can’t guarantee you that. It’s like an addiction. I don’t want to fall off the wagon but I can’t say I’d never return to it. But it’s still my life. You shouldn’t waste your life worrying about me.”

“Ha! No fucking way…I’ve told you before that I don’t give a shit about my career or my life if I don’t do everything to make you happy. If it means missing out on some assignments, then so be it.

Claire, you’re the most important thing in my life. I have to make sure my sister is whole and happy.”

“Rob, are you saying that because you’re my brother or because you hope someday that I’ll return your love?”

“I know you’re never going to love me in the way I love you. So be it. My love for you as a sister is also just as strong and that drives me just as hard.”

“You’re a really good man, Rob. You deserve to have somebody love you for everything you are. You’re never going to find that one if you’re so involved with me…”

“God damn! What the fuck? …Can’t you see loving you in whatever way you’ll allow is the only fucking thing I want? …

We’re just talking past each other! I love you and only want to be with you. If that’s too much, then send me away forever. I’m through dancing around the issue. You can spend your life with me or without me. Pick one.”

“Rob, please don’t do this to me. I need you. How can I send you away? If I sent you away I would certainly be lost in the deepest hole you could ever imagine. I have to have you in my life.”

She paused, tears on her face. “Rob, would you kiss me?”

I don’t know how she always manages to stun me with something completely unexpected.

“Please kiss me, not as your sister but as if I was your lover.”

I didn’t question her, just kissed her. Her lips were more exciting than I could have ever imagined and she was kissing me back just as hard. It didn’t last very long but …. Wow!

“I had to try that, Rob. I was sure that kissing my brother wouldn’t be unpleasant but I didn’t have idea of what it would feel like.”

“I can tell you what it felt like from my end but I think you already know how I feel.”

“I’m not sure that helped a whole lot. It raises more issues than it solved. Please, Rob, can you give me some time before you make me give you answers? Before you do anything permanent?”

“OK. If we’re long term, then it’s not an issue. If it’s only a delay, I’m not in a hurry to never see you again.”

The look that briefly washed across her face: Like could this REALLY be the last time we were ever together? Guess it was perhaps sinking in that this was her last chance. Or my last chance.

We each went our way. Her, back to her room, and me, out for a walk. We already seem to have this separation. Can I get used to it? Hope I don’t have to. Will she accept me just as a brother, as we’ve been, for as long as it takes for her find another love? I don’t know. I’m not the one who will find another. My life is committed to her. God, that kiss! What I wouldn’t give to have that every day. Maybe we can repeat that when I have to leave. It would give me a final remembrance.

My phone rang. It was Claire. “Please come home, Rob.”

Guess for once I was glad she had a phone. Or maybe I wasn’t? Only one way to find out. “I’ll be there in about 20 minutes.”

It was a very long 20 minutes.

I took a pee and sat on the sofa, feeling like I’m waiting for the judge to pass sentence. I couldn’t read her face but she was a little pale. “This is hard for me.”

“It is for me, too. No matter what you decide, I’ll always love you.”

She went on, as if I hadn’t said anything. A bad sign. “That kiss told me I could really enjoy being physical with you. It also felt like you were pouring your soul into me. I don’t know how to handle that. I’ve only ever felt that way with Bill and even his kisses didn’t have the intensity of your one kiss. Frankly, it scares me…

I can’t give you up. I don’t know if I ever could love you or anyone with the intensity that you love me. Please stay. We will live together as man and wife…”

“Claire, as much as I dream, that I can’t accept. Firstly, you’re probably just rebounding from Bill. Second, while climbing into bed with you is beyond my wildest dream, it’s not right… It just looks like you’re using your body to hold me… What would make me different from all those in the past who held you? Would you tire of me in a few days, weeks… like you did before? What then? We certainly couldn’t live with each other then. We’d be worse off than before, or at least I would. You, likely too, because you couldn’t find love with me and I because I’ve had taste of honey…

No, Claire, I’ll stay for a while longer. We can kiss and be with each other for whatever you feel comfortable with. I’ll take an assignment and be gone for a few weeks. You can see if you’re just rebounding or if your feelings solidify. I don’t want to be without you…Without you.” I trailed away.

“I’ve thought about the rebound thing but I’m also certain that’s not the case… OK, we stay together on your terms. At least till we see how things work out.”

I hugged her and kissed her once more. The electricity hadn’t changed one bit.

A week later I got a three-week assignment in Rome. I felt really bad for leaving her. We had gotten along very well since our talk. Kissing her was so special I had to restrain myself from going at it 24/7.

As I was leaving I told her I would call every day. So, maybe I was forgiving her phone. God, I hoped this was going to be all right. Guess this is the big test for her…And me.

When I got into Rome the next morning, I texted her. It was midnight her time but I got an immediate reply. Told her I was going through customs and asked why she wasn’t asleep.

Having trouble sleeping. House too quiet.

Plane was quiet. Rome noisy.

grin

get some sleep. Love you.

love you 2 brother.

Not exactly what I wanted, with the brother added, but I wasn’t going to complain too much.

I called her that evening, my time. She said she was getting dinner ready. We chatted a while and I told her I needed some sleep. Tomorrow? The same “love you, too, brother.” Chipping, I hope. Dodging, more likely.

I called her every day. She was always quick to answer. Told her I really missed her. She said the same.

Three weeks passed slowly. The only bright spot was talking with her. She taught me video calling, so we got a chance to see each other. Awesome. She looked good. No swollen face or pale complexion. I wanted to jump through the phone and hold her.

Finally, got through the customs and immigrations back in the US. She was waiting at the exit. It was all I could do to simply hug her and give her one tremendously exciting kiss. Felt like we were the only ones in the airport.

We got to her car. I told her “I really missed you. In case I haven’t said it recently, I love you.”

“Missed you, too. Love you, too, brother.”

There it was again that qualifier. That half a loaf thing. So, not surprising, nothing had changed. She said she read a lot of books. She also said she had a good red wine to celebrate homecoming.

We sat side by side on the sofa and enjoyed the wine. It was indeed good – even compared to the good Italian wine I had been enjoying.

She kissed me and then tears started running down her cheeks. “I really, really missed you. If this is what it would feel like if you moved out, I don’t want any part of it.”

“I’m here now. You know I never want to leave you. The last three weeks were tough on me, too. Still love you.”

“Love you, too, bro.”

That was a step up from brother, I guess.

“Can I sleep with you tonight? Not sex. We’ll both be in PJs. I don’t want to be alone tonight. I want to be with you.”

This was a major change. Except for the night when we cried ourselves to sleep, she had never expressed any interest in spending the night. This might be a very big challenge.

“Of course, you can stay with me. Anytime and always… I’ll just sleep on my hands.”

She smiled. “You don’t need to go THAT far. We’ve held each other many times.”

Since I was really tired from my flight I was ready to hit the sack. I visited the bathroom. Put on running shorts and a T-shirt that served as my PJs. Climbed into bed. She joined me, similarly dressed. I pulled her into little spoon. She turned briefly to kiss me good night. She also said “I know you’re going to have morning wood, or maybe evening wood, poking into my ass. Don’t worry about it. I understand you can’t help it and it won’t freak me out. Having you hold me is worth it.”

I really was tired and it didn’t take long to fall asleep. Only problem was I was still on Euro-time, so woke up at 4. Long before either of us needed to be up. Couldn’t get back to sleep and, of course, my hard dick was pressed up to her beautiful ass. Figured I might as well enjoy it, so I just laid there. How I resisted moving my hand up from her stomach to her tits, I’ll never know. So, I just loved the shit out of being next to her. I wonder if she could feel my heart pouring out its love for her. I would give anything to be able to repeat this for the next 50 or so years. I’d love to do more but I knew that wouldn’t happen. You take what you get. So, I just smelled her sublime fragrance and enjoyed the heat radiating from her body.

She finally stirred about 7. “How long have you been awake?”

“Since about 4. Jet lagged. Tried not to disturb you.”

“How can you lay there for so long and not have to get up to pee?” She exclaimed as she kicked off the covers and made for the john.

I just laughed. “Some of us have more than Ping-Pong ball sized bladders.”

She came in and jumped back into bed. “I don’t want to talk about anything. Can you continue to just hold me for a while?”

“You know I’d hold you forever if you’d let me.”

She rolled over and smacked me on the chest. “I said I didn’t want to talk.”

I shut up and just held her. She fell back asleep for a couple of hours. I wasn’t complaining.

We finally got up. I made coffee and burnt some bread while she took a shower.

“I enjoyed having your arms around me all night.” She said as she walked into the kitchen. “I’m ashamed to admit that despite spending all those nights with guys, I never felt comfortable with just sleeping. Mostly spent the night trying to get the guy to fuck me again. Only different time was with Bill and now you.”

“TMI. That’s the past and doesn’t need remembering and I don’t care. However much you enjoyed last night, it was nothing compared to what I felt.” Pause. “Sorry, you didn’t need to be told that so early in the day.”

“I know, Rob. The fact that you really liked having me there is comforting in itself. I’ve got to get ready and go into the office. Have a morning appointment to show a house.”

That reminded me she was a real estate agent. I know she doesn’t make a fortune but enough. She could make a ton of money if she pursued it with the enthusiasm she displayed looking for guys in bars. Because she was so beautiful and personable, she had a high success rate, though.

I worked some more on my story and time flew. She called shortly before noon and asked if I wanted to meet her for lunch. Surprised, but very happy to do so. This wasn’t completely unique, just rare. Usually, it meant she wanted something. I wasn’t going to pass up lunch with her.

We met in a little diner close to her office. Since it was a nice day, we ate outside. “How was your showing?”

“Good. 90% sure the owner will get an offer.”

“Great. Then we’ll be able to eat this month.”

That earned me a smile. God, do I love her smile. “Smart ass”

“Hey, it got you to smile and you know how much I like that.”

“Rob, I feel more attached to you than ever. Maybe attached isn’t the right word. Connected? Can’t find the right word. I just know I want to be around you more. That make sense?”

I reached out and put my hand over hers. “I’m always wanting to be around you. If you want to be around me more for whatever reason, I won’t complain. I’d jump up on the table and dance but that might get us thrown out.”

She didn’t withdraw her hand. We’ve touched like this many times but something was different. It was a lot less casual than me simply touching her hand. Something more passed across my palm, almost a spark. That got another smile.

“You won’t get on the table, you’ll just do something to call attention to us. Embarrass us for sure. Why do I tolerate you?”

“Because you love me?”

“You’re my brother. I have to love you.”

“Well, I wish I wasn’t your brother and you still loved me.”

At that point, she withdrew her hand. Oh, shit! Couldn’t I have kept my mouth shut and just enjoyed the moment? “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought that up again. You’ve made it clear where we stand. Please don’t get mad at me again.”

“No, it’s OK. I’ve just got to visit the ladies room. Be back shortly.”

Maybe I dodged one. I just can’t keep saying that as long as she isn’t giving indication that she’s changed her mind. She returned in a few minutes. Something wasn’t right, though. The smile wasn’t as bright and I could swear her eyes were a bit red. Maybe I hadn’t dodged a fatal error after all.

“Time for another coffee?” She asked. Surprised the shit out of me. Thought for sure she was going to say that it was time to leave.

“Of course. Never decline coffee.” Stopping myself from adding: with such a beautiful woman. Not going to push my luck.

This time she put her hand over mine! Holy crap! She has this uncanny ability to completely surprise me.

She looked me in the eyes. “You’re too good to me. You always make me feel special. No matter how outrageous my behavior, you don’t give up on me. I really, really appreciate it. Now we need to talk about the weather while we finish our coffees – before something get said that’s irreversible.”

Of course, her phone rang. Lunch was over, for sure. Perhaps, for once her phone saved me. She had to go back to the office. She kissed me on the cheek and said thanks for lunch.

I went home. Had plenty to think over. I keep bouncing between just saying the hell with it and leaving and staying to continue to hope and endure. Now, she did give me new things to ponder: sleeping in my bed, calling for lunch, putting her hand on mine and, most unsettling, not wanting any more discussion of any “deep” things. I think she will never return my love but I’m still driven by my love for her. I just can’t, can’t quit hoping for a miracle.

She came home happy. The sale had gone through and she was in line for a healthy commission. She even stopped at the store and bought a bottle of our favorite red wine. I had dinner ready but it was fish so we needed to break out some white wine. I would have been happy with the red but she thought that was barbaric. So, we were “forced” to drink the bottle of white with dinner. That just sort of whetted our appetite for the red.

She kicked off her shoes and plopped down on the sofa next to me, her feet on my lap. We enjoyed the first glass in silence – just savoring the wine and the togetherness. As we started the second glass, she said “Rob, we need to continue our conversation from lunch… What I couldn’t describe earlier was that now when I touch you, it send tingles up my back. We’ve been wrestling and hugging and in close contact since we got out of diapers. Something’s changed. It’s not just me getting over Bill’s death. As much as I loved him, there was always a small piece missing. I didn’t feel complete. It felt like I needed him to love but needed you to make it go. Like a spark plug? Can you understand?”

“Not really. Did you need a threesome? Or are you saying that you weren’t completely in love with him?”

“No, I don’t think that’s it. Or maybe it is. Maybe I wasn’t completely in love with him and am beating myself up because I should have been? I don’t know… I know I miss him. Of one thing I’m completely certain: I would miss you more that I miss him.”

I think I stopped breathing. What is this leading to? Can I hope that if she loved Bill and would miss me more that she would love me? It wouldn’t be “Love you, too, brother.” God, oh god, is there hope?

“Claire, you know I love you and couldn’t contemplate losing you… I keep thinking I should just go and let you lead your life. Maybe with the next guy you’ll be able to love completely if I’m not around…

Can’t let you go… I can’t, just can’t… Please forgive me for being so weak.”

“Stop, Rob. That’s not what I’ve been trying to say. I don’t want another try at finding a love. I’ve found one. I love you, too. Not brother or bro. Just I love you.”

My heart stopped for a moment then resumed at a thousand beats per minute! “Please tell me this isn’t the wine speaking. If we got up in the morning and you recanted it, it would destroy me. If you’re not 100% sure, then don’t go further. Let it stay. I can’t go back if you do regret what you say. Please, please, please.”

“I’m fully sober and fully committed. I really do love you, as more than a brother, as somebody I want to spend my life with.”

A nagging voice was still coming through the euphoric. How this sudden change? I had to ask, to be certain, and to erase a decade of doubt. “Claire, what changed that you now love me like I love you? You can’t say it was Bill’s death or this is just rebound. I have to know, even if it makes you change your mind.”

“No, it’s not Bill’s death. That may have been a spark but that only shortened the time when it would still have happened. It only took my blinders off. If Bill and I had gotten married, sooner or later I would have realized that you were the part I was missing. You’re everything I want, everything I need. Maybe everything I did was to avoid admitting that I’ve been in love with you since I was 14. I don’t know. It’s truly real and it won’t change tomorrow morning or the next day, or the next year.”

She said. “Need to say a few more things. Please don’t say anything till I’m done. OK?”

I nodded and she continued. “What I was try to say earlier but it came out so badly. What hurt me so much about Bill’s death was that I wasn’t 100% in love with him. The missing part was my feeling towards you. I felt that maybe with enough time I could get over you and love him completely. We never got the time and I feel that was my only chance.

You’re not second choice. He was. I just finally said fuck it. Why do I keep denying it? I’ve so screwed up my life, why don’t I finally do what I should have done a long time ago? Admit that I love you, way more than a sister should.

I think in a normal (here she gave air quotes) relationship, I’d just jump into bed with you. But you know I’ve slept with dozens of guys…

Gulp!

So it wouldn’t have the meaning it should.”

I opened my mouth and she put her finger to my lips, so I stayed silent.

She suddenly looked sad. “That I’ll regret till I die. Only one time with one guy have I ever had sex without the guy wearing a rubber. You know what happened then.”

I couldn’t stay silent. “What about Bill? I mean…”

“Bill was HIV positive even though his virus count was zero. He still insisted he needed to use a condom to protect me.”

Another unexpected thing from her. “I didn’t know.”

“Now you know my heart. Can I give it to you and never get it back?”

“Claire, I would love you no matter what you did or didn’t do…”

That was as far as I got before she unwound and a red-headed missile launched into me. Ground zero was my lips. I thought the previous kisses were hot as hell. No comparison. The lust and love in this one was off the top of the Richter scale. She was an explosion of red hair and freckles, covering my face in kisses and tears. “Happy tears!”

I had to think this wasn’t real. One couldn’t be this happy outside of dreams. If it was a dream, then I hope to never wake up. It sure felt real. She was all over me. I couldn’t reach her tits, only feel the hard nipples digging into my chest. I could and did grab her beautiful ass, pulling her even tighter into me. My dick was so hard I had trouble breathing. Maybe it was because she was holding me so tight but I’m pretty sure my dick was pulling the air out of my lungs.

“Let’s get to your bed. I don’t want your first time with me to be on the sofa or the floor.”

She had no trouble shedding. I had a bit of a problem trying to get my underwear off over my cock. She stopped me from getting into bed. “I know you’ve seen all of me but I haven’t seen you like this since you were 14. I want to look…

You’re beautiful, you know.”

“Well, most guys aren’t told they’re beautiful. Maybe handsome.”

“Doesn’t do you justice.”

How could this impossibly beautiful woman be saying that about me? She was the beautiful one. From the top of here fiery head to her painted toenails, she was heaven on Earth. Here she was, in the flesh, not in digital, but in full 3-D with sounds and scents. I could smell her needs even before I tasted her. I couldn’t resist her tits. Although she thought them small, they were beyond anything I had ever seen. I latched onto a very hard nipple. Just wish I had two mouths so I could suck on both at the same time. So I was forced (ha!) to alternate. She didn’t seem to mind, only moaning as I swapped from one to the other.

After a few minutes she pushed into me and we fell on the bed. I landed on top. I had to taste her. If I awakened and found this all a dream, then I wanted to remember her flavor. I kissed down her perfect stomach, licked her innie bellybutton and arrived at her burning bush. It was incredible. Seeing it in her home movies didn’t do it justice. I knew why Jason had pursued the Golden Fleece. I had it in front of me. Her scent permeated it, rose like a mist from it. I was getting drunk from the scent and I hadn’t even reached the source. I couldn’t resist rubbing my face in the hair, taking a mouthful and gently pulling up. That got a groan. “I didn’t think pulling my cunt hair could be so erotic. Wrong. Feels strange but nice.”

I pulled back just enough so that my field of view encompassed her entire groin area. As I’d seen earlier, she was carefully shaved around her pussy. I started licking at the junction of legs and pussy. Up one side, a gentle lick on her clit, than down the other side. It was a swamp. I started looking for alligators with my tongue. Pushed it in as far as I could go. Started at the bottom and swam upstream to the waterfall that was her clit. Took my time, although I really just wanted to eat her alive. When I touched her clit, she came like gangbusters. The liquid was running down my chin, despite my efforts to lick it up. Had trouble chasing that stream because she was holding my head tightly against her pussy. She was yelling unintelligible things. That, I think, more than anything convinced me that this wasn’t a dream, that I really was eating my beloved sister’s pussy. I couldn’t stop. I had to keep eating, keep making her cum. It became my mission in life. I knew she needed it. Only after at least a half dozen orgasms did she pull me up to resume kissing her other lips.

“Please put it in me. Bareback. Only you. I need to feel you in me, not some latex… skin. Need to feel your cum jetting into me… Now, please, now.”

She was almost incoherent but I didn’t have trouble following directions. The heat on the head of my cock when it had barely penetrated made it feel as if it was getting sunburned. We both groaned. As I slide the rest of me into her, I felt nothing could ever be this good again. While we would, hopefully, repeat this time and again, nothing was more fantastic than entering fully into my sister this first time. She was ocean-wet, texture that silk could never duplicate and hot as the surface of the Sun. OK, so I exaggerate a bit but nothing ever felt that good before. She was also tighter than I expected, given her past history. I don’t think I lasted more than a dozen strokes before sending a blast of cum deep inside her. She came as well, finally feeling it jet into her.

“Oh, fuck. I didn’t think it would feel so good, getting that warmth in me. You must have cum like a firehose.”

I had trouble replying and rolled off of her. Completely wiped out, though I hadn’t lasted very long. “Sorry I couldn’t last longer. You’re just too much for me.”

“It was long enough. We’ve got a lot more time. Besides, I know how to get you up and running.”

She slid down and took my only partially deflated cock into her mouth. Even though I had watched her do this on more than one occasion, it got my attention quickly. Didn’t take more than a few moments in her hot mouth for me to spring to attention. “Let me ride you for a while and then we can do doggie.”

She quickly mounted and started moving. The feeling as her ass made contact with my thighs was thrilling beyond anything I had ever felt. Heat and juice pressed into me as she put her full weight onto me. I groaned. “What makes you think I’ll last long enough to get to doggie? You bouncing and me having access to you beautiful tits and ass? Not going to be a marathon.”

I leaned up and took her left nipple in my mouth. With my left hand I reached around for her magnificent ass. I was clearly in heaven. “Oh, yes… Keep that up and I won’t make it to doggie, either… Put your finger in my ass.”

I did. The heat and tightness seemed to just pull my finger deeper into her. As deep as I could reach… She clenched her pussy and came. Not just came but a river flowed out of her onto my stomach. I turned on my own faucet and gave her another load. I saw stars!

“Wow! It just gets better every time.” She gasped before falling off of me onto the bed, unseating my finger and cock with difficulty.

I was euphoric and not inclined to do or say much. She had this look and tears appeared in the corners of her eyes. Oh, god, I thought! She’s regretting this!

“Rob, I’m so sorry for all my actions in the past. I regret more than you’ll ever know being a slut and not having the courage to admit to myself that I loved you. I hope you’ll forgive me.”

“I told you before that I don’t give a shit about the past. It’s you and only you now. Just don’t change your mind.”

“Never. Never. Never… I have trouble putting those things out of my mind but you make them fade. I love you truly.”

“As I love you and always will… Now, my love, I’m wiped and need some sleep…How about you?”

“Yes, but I think I need a shower before we go to my bed. The one that isn’t soaked, you know? Join me?”

She didn’t need to ask twice. Felt pretty rejuvenated soaping up her beautiful body. Not being 18 any longer, we opted to hit the sack. That lasted all of five minutes before we were all over each other. This time a little different. We weren’t now exploring new frontiers, we were renewing feelings. Instead of getting her on all fours, she just laid on her stomach while I climbed on top. We both caught our breaths as I entered her. We weren’t in a frenzy. It was gentle bonding. I loved the feel of her butt pushing into my groin every time I thrust in. Her collection of freckles on her shoulders were pressed down although I tried to keep my weight off of her. Her long hair was in a braid, on the right side of her neck. Our slow march lasted maybe 15 minutes, though neither of was in a hurry. She started to be more energetic. I responded by sliding my right hand under her and putting my finger on her clit.

That was the start button. She immediately groaned and humped up, almost sending me off of her. My left hand reached under and grabbed her left tit. The rock-hard nipple pressed into my palm like it was trying to bore through… I groaned.

She started to thrash and become vocal. “Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck…. AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH Oh, shit. Oh god! Oh god ….” Becoming incomprehensible.

I could say anything – had no breath. Puffing like a steam engine. Hanging on to her for all I was worth.

We exploded together. In the dim light of the bedside lamp I could see her entire body was almost as red as her hair. I fell off of her, my deflating dick laying a trail of slime across the back of her leg.

The bed was wet again. So much fluid had poured from her that it was wet even by her side. Since neither of us could manage the energy to move or change sheets, we just said fuck it. She rolled over onto her back and push up into me. I ran my hand down her. Her bush was now a soggy swamp of mixed fluids. The only commandment I received from that burning bush was to never stop loving her.

I would follow that commandment for the rest of my life.

FIN