Alex hadn’t said a word the entire time, simply smiling encouragement whenever Mindy looked over at him or nodding to confirm her story. He was simply there, not contributing anything but looks of support. My impression was that he didn’t feel any need to explain or justify what had happened. He was satisfied and happy.
“I see,” I said hardly able to believe what this attractive, yet in most ways completely ordinary middle-aged woman was telling me. “You said, first time? Were there more?”
“Oh yes. Alex became my lover. It was wonderful. I was so in love and Alex loved me. We dated a little because our parents would have worried, but we always came home to each other. It was like a storybook romance, except that we had to be the only ones who knew. We would sneak into each others room after our parents were asleep, then sneak back to our own before dawn. It was frightfully exciting in the forbiddenness of it.”
I was trying to figure out why she was telling me this story. Sometimes a patient will tell a counselor a completely fictitious story as a test, or to make them ask about some related story which is true. This one had the feeling of truth. “And so you were lovers?”
She nodded. “It all changed when I was sixteen.”
“How?” I asked.
“That was when Alex went off to college. Those were the two worst years of my life,” she said, the stress was so apparent in her voice I knew she still felt it. Alex looked pained as well, I thought from feeling Mindy’s pain and some from his own remembered pain.
“Why were they the worst years?” I asked.
“Because Alex was gone and I was so alone. I only got to see him a few times a year, like Christmas,” she told me. Mindy continued her story:
I was impatiently waiting for Alex to arrive. He was going to be home for the whole week and I was on Christmas break. I was almost obsessive thinking and dreaming, night and day, how we would spend the week, making love in each others arms as soon as Mom and Dad left for work. My pussy tingled at the thought of it. I lay in bed every night, vibrating with my need for Alex. He was coming to me today.
I hoped it would be even better than before. Before, Alex had to sneak off and buy condoms. Now, I was old enough to get the pill. Our doctor had examined me. I guess he realized I was no longer a virgin. He asked if I was sexually active and when I said I was he offered me the pill. I gladly accepted. It was going to be a surprise for Alex.
In the months that he had been gone I had worried every night. What would happen at college? He would be meeting pretty girls, college girls with big tits and cute figures. I couldn’t compete with them. Would Alex come home and tell me he had found a girlfriend and that we couldn’t be lovers anymore? I would die.
I spent hours deciding which clothes I would wear to the airport. I finally decided on a dress he had always liked. He once told me it was his favorite. I didn’t think it was best on me, my breasts still hadn’t developed like I’d like them to and the dress did nothing to help, but it was Alex’s favorite.
Dad drove us to the airport and we waited at the gate for Alex. My nerves were jangling with desire and worry, the fear of not knowing which Alex would emerge from the plane. As the people started streaming from the skyway, I was nearly hyperventilating, and at the same time trying so very hard to hide my reactions from my parents. We had always tried to be so careful in front of them, never giving them reason to suspect that we were lovers, more than just a brother and sister.
I saw him. Mom started waving and Dad did as well. I worked so hard to stand still, to wait, incredibly hard, to let them say hello to Alex first. I just kept thinking, ‘He’ll be mine all week.’ They hugged and laughed as I waited, nearly dying.
He turned to me, “Hi twerp.”
I nearly flung myself into his arms, but held back and gave him a gentle hug, “Hi bigger twerp.” He pulled back and we looked into each other’s eyes. It was there, all the love between us. “I like the dress.” He pulled his eyes away and said to the folks, “I hope the twerp is behaving while I’m gone.”
I slapped his arm, as they would expect, “Hey. I always was better than you.”
Mom and Dad laughed, “She’s been an angel without you around to antagonize her.”
Dad grabbed Alex’s bag and led us off.
Alex and I shared the back seat on the drive home. We could only share occasional looks, as Mom was looking back nearly the whole way home, asking Alex about everything at college.
That night I lay in bed, wanting so much to go to him. But we had always been very careful, even when we had sneaked into each others bed. I knew that our first time after so long would be vigorous, to say the least. I waited, wanting it to be perfect. I trembled over breakfast, impatient for Mom to leave for work. Finally, she left and we were alone again.
Alex looked at me over the table as he finished his breakfast. “Hi.”
“Hi yourself,” I responded.
“I wanted to come to your room last night. I’ve missed you so much,” he said.
“Oh God. Me too. You still love me?” I asked, waiting to see if he had changed.
“Mindy, we promised always. I’ll always love you,” he said.
“But the girls at college...”
He cut me off, “...are a bunch of prima donnas and airheads. But the biggest reason I don’t care about them is because I love you. You have my heart. There’s no room for another girl.”
I couldn’t help it; the tears started leaking down my cheeks, “Take me to bed.”
“You’re crying.”
“It’s happy tears. Take me to bed, please. Now,” I said.
Alex stood and took my hand, leading me to my room. We stood by the bed, kissing and holding each other, making up for lost time. I felt so wonderful back in his arms where I wanted to be.
Alex pulled back and said, “Wait a moment. I’ll get a rubber.”
“No,” I said.
“But Mindy...” he said with a worried look.
“You don’t need it. The doctor gave me the pill. I want to feel you inside me, now,” I said.
“You’re on the pill? Does mom know?”
“No. Just the doctor. Now, please make love to me. I've been going crazy the last week,” I begged.
Alex smiled, “I know. I have too.” He pulled me back to his chest, kissing me hard and deep, passion swelling in both our breasts. I felt his hard cock pressing against me. I rubbed back, my pussy tingling from the sensations. Alex groaned and starting practically ripping our clothes off. Our pajamas were soon scattered on the floor and we melted together, skin against hot skin.
“Please, Alex. Take me,” I said.
We fell on the bed, kissing. Alex bent his head and took one nipple in his mouth. I felt it throughout my body; every nerve in my body seemed connected. His hands were rubbing my other breast. I moaned in pleasure. I was so ready. I could feel the heat and wetness deep within me, the longing and emptiness in my core. I wanted him in me now. “Please, fuck me,” I moaned. I had waited so long for this; I didn’t want to wait a moment longer.
Alex smiled before dipping his head lower. He teased me with his lips and tongue, going ever lower. My legs spread. His head was between them now. He was staring at my pussy, desire written on his face. It made me tingle seeing his face so full of lust for me. He bent forward and I felt his lips touch me, then his tongue teased around my clitoris. My hips hunched up, seeking stimulation. Alex knew what I needed and his tongue lapped across me, circling and brushing over me. I felt myself flood with desire and arousal.
“You’re so wet,” he said.
“Oh Alex, please. Please, fuck me. Now,” I begged. He moved up over me, holding himself up on his arms and looking down into my eyes, holding them with his. I stared up at him, suffused with desire, loving him, wanting him. I felt his hard cock brush against me and I moved my hips trying to bring it to my center, to push myself onto it, his pleasure giving staff of life. Alex pushed forward and his cock slid up until it found my opening and seated itself in me. We both froze and looked at each other. I loved the feeling of skin against my skin. Latex feels entirely different. Feeling him, his cock against me took my breath away.
Alex smiled, then said, “I love you,” as he pushed forward burying himself in me. It had been several months and I was tight, but so wet that his cock was able to slide into me. I felt myself stretching to accept him, that glorious feeling of being taken by your lover, possessed by him. I moaned as he filled me. As he reached the bottom he stopped, still holding himself above me so we only touched at our loins, his rubbing against my clitoris and filling me. My eyes were half-lidded with lust. It was all back, the feeling of being with my lover. It was as if the intervening time had never been, Alex and I together, in love, making our love manifest through sex. He pulled back slowly before reversing and thrusting into me. It was so intense, the feeling of being loved by my brother again after those months, that I let out a little yelp of pleasure. Alex smiled and lowered himself onto me, holding me tightly, as he began fucking me, a slow languid pace that quickened as we moved together. Soon, he was madly pounding into me, making up for all of the lost chances while he had been at college.
I felt my climax coming; my body tingled with anticipation when Alex moaned into my ear, “I’m cumming...” I felt him spasm in me and I felt the warmth of his seed filling me. My own climax erupted then, I was floating blissfully. It wasn’t an intensely physical orgasm, more a spiritual one. I felt so loved and so in love right then, my brother filling me with his seed. I never wanted it to end. At that moment, I knew that I would always want Alex to be my lover.
We spent the next week in bed most of the day, except for Christmas Eve and day when the folks were home. Alex got me a beautiful ankle chain and I got him a sweater. He said it was exactly what he needed for school.
Two days before he had to return we were lazing in bed after our morning workout. “Have you thought about where you’ll go to college?” Alex asked me.
“I thought I’d go to work. That way I could move close to you,” I said.
“The folks would figure that out. Babe, you could come to school with me. You only need to get your grades up a little and you’d qualify. Promise me you’ll do that,” he said.
“Really?”
“Absolutely. A 3.5 would guarantee you in as a legacy because I’m already there. Promise me to get a 3.5 for the next two years,” he said.
“I promise,” I said.
Alex held me tightly. “I love you. Keep that promise. I want you with me.”
“So you got together at Christmas?” I asked.
“Oh yes. And Easter and summer and whenever Alex came home. I blush a little to say that when he came home it was nearly an orgy, a two person orgy. He was insatiable.”
Alex nearly choked as he stared at Mindy. She laughed gaily, “Well, maybe I was as well. It was glorious when he came home, being with each other all day and some nights. It brought back those nights in high school when he would sneak into my bedroom after our parents were asleep and we’d make love before he’d sneak back to his room.”
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