I was twelve the first time I realized my brother should n't see me naked.
I was fourteen when I realized we were n't supposed to sleep together anymore.
Mom never really saw a big deal with letting us sleep in the same
bed, even when we got older. She knew we were innocent child, and
did n't think of each early like that. So, naturally when we we n't up
to the cabin for the summer there was n't a interrogative about Connor, my
Brother, and I sharing a room. We 'd always done it, and neither of us
liked sleeping on the rickety old sofa Mom kept in the den. She
claimed the antediluvian furniture made the place look tasteful, I just
thought it was a barren of money.
I breathed in the fresh fragrance of oak and pine, for a moment I felt
like I was home. My favorite clock time of year was when we got to visit the
cabin, when I was young I kicked and screamed when we 'd impart. As, I
got aged the departure never got easier.
Connor had already gone inside, throwing his luggage on the bed. I
gently sat my suitcase down. The room was exactly how I remembered ;
the Riley B King size bed shoved up against the wall - a cover folded neatly
on top of it, two Nox stands tucked against the Natalie Wood bed soma. And,
the huge windowpane on the left side of the bulwark. I tore the curtains down
a long fourth dimension ago, I loved the natural lighting the window provided. I
loved it even better when it was just the moon, and the adept, and me.
Oh, and Connor.
`` race you to the lake, '' Connor said popping his headland into the doorway.
`` You 're on, '' I grinned flinging off my flipflops and taking off past
him. I completely forgot to grap my bathing suit.
Mom called after us, `` be back by sunset ! '' We whooped and yelled in
response. The tree became a blur, and I was focused on Connor 's
racing figure. He was a few yard ahead of me, per usual. I 'd never,
ever beaten him to the lake. Once, I 'd even faked an injury to get the
advantage, that 'd never worked on Connor. He could tell when I was
lying, it was like he could see right through me.
Connor and I had always been really close, and our bond was encourage
cemented when our dad died. Connor was 12, and I was 10. He 'd been in
a plane clangor, all I could remmeber was how Mom sobbed for what seemed
like days after he died. Connor would descend into my room and talk to me
until I 'd fall asleep, he 'd recount me about how dad was n't really numb,
just adventuring. He 'd wee up such vivid and beautiful stories.
I was so engrossed into my own view I did n't see Connor blockade, and
so I ran straight into his back.
`` Jesus Christ, Connor, '' I fell onto my fundament punishing, cursing.
`` Shh, you 'll scare the ducks, '' he hissed fixated onto the lake. I
rolled my eye, there were three beautiful ducks sitting in a lap
on the water. I hated the stupid things, but Connor found them so
absolutely fascinating for whatever reason.
I scoffed, `` I could have been seriously injured, and all you care
about are the stupid duck ? unbelievable. ``
Connor turned on his heel his middle ablaze, `` you think I care more
about the ducks ? ``
`` N-No, I did n't mean it, I was just joking, '' I stumbled over my
words, not meeting his gaze.
`` Good, now get up, we 've got a lake to float in, '' he offered his
helping hand, which I so graciously accepted. I still could n't look at Connor,
I felt entirely too embarassed.
I cursed remembering I did n't bring my swimsuit, `` Connor, I do n't
have anything to swim in. ``
He rolled his centre stripping off his shirt, `` swim in your knickers,
it 's not like we have n't done it before, you prude. '' I shoved Connor 's
shoulder before stripping down to my underwear and bra. Maroon
panty, and a mathing bralette. I noticed how his eye lingered a
little long than usual, I did n't really think anything of it.
Connor was sporting his blue checkered packer, and, good lord, was I
captivated by his abs. He did n't have a six inner circle by all means, Thomas More
like a four pack. However he was very toned, and I could see his vein
prominantly, and that was something that really turned me on. I looked
away instantly my cheeks warming with shame, what the netherworld is wrong
with me ? Connor was my blood brother, brother. Not, individual I could openly
fantisize about.
I pushed retiring Connor before jumping into the cold lake water, the
ducks angrily flapped away. I stuck my tongue out at them, good
riddance. The H2O was low temperature, but so refreshing. I loved swimming in
instinctive pee, and not chlorinated water supply. The bathtub was never big
enough to live up to my yearnings.
Connor soon followed causa, making for certain to splash me as much as he
could. What an half-wit, I thought splashing Connor as soon as he
emmerged. I started laughing as he spit the water out of his oral cavity,
'' Why, you little, '' he shouted chasing after me. He snaked his coat of arms
around my waist pulling me conclude to his chest, I could sense the warmth
of his anatomy, and the whipping of his spirit. I felt a familar sensation
in my crotch country, god, I was so turned on. I instantly pulled away
from my pal, this was so, so damage. He was just trying to induce a
fun time, enjoying the lake, and he had no melodic theme how perveted his
little sis was being.
`` What 's wrong ? '' he instantly asked, noticing the variety in my mood.
`` Oh, nothing, '' I smirked innocently before sending a immense wave of
water at Connor.
He laughed before going after me, this time with a vegence. He
grapped my arm pulling me heterosexual person into his chest, I could feel my
breasts energy against his bare chest, the only thing seperating the two
were a flimsy piece of fabric. I felt my nipple poke against his, my
cheeks began to fire up up with embarassement.
`` Do n't be ashamed, Laine, '' he said, his heart flashing down to my
breasts, `` it 's just because you 're cold. '' I nodded, not meeting his
gaze.
He gripped my arms tighter, `` seriously, Laine. It ca n't mean
anything. You know that. '' His eyes were wide of so much intensity, I
started squirming under his gaze.
`` Yeah, of course, I know that, '' I tried to play it off like I was n't
completely, and utterly turned on by my brother right now.
He searched my face for a little spell, like there was a blot out
response or something if only he looked a piddling harder, `` honorable. Now,
let 's go to the cave. ``
The cave was this small area under the water with a tiny hidden
waterfall behind it, we 'd found it accidentally many year ago. Now it
was our favored spot. I pulled my self up on the small rocky region,
under the waterfall - the enterance to the cave - catching my breathe
for a abbreviated moment. Connor pulled himself up adjacent to me.
`` I 'm really going to overlook this, '' he sighed, `` most of all I think I 'm
going to miss you. ``
`` Connor, you 're my comrade. You 're stuck with me for life, no affair
where you go, '' I shrugged. This was our last year here, well, together
anyways. Connor was going to college in the downslope, and I 'd be stuck
with mom, all by myself for the next two year. Connor was going to
college in New York, I 'd be golden if I 'd get to see him once every six
months.
`` I know, but it just seems like things will never ever be like this
again, and that scares me, '' he admitted picking at his nails.
`` Hey, feel at me, '' I said lifting his chin, `` no matter how old we
get, how many nestling we have, I will always beat your ass to this
lake. '' Connor let out a low laugh, it seemed forced though, his smiling
did n't quite meet his eyes.
As his laugh died down Connor and I just stared at each other,
'' you 're so beautiful, '' he whispered taking me completely by surprise.
And, I felt him lower his brass towards mine - my brain screamed no, to
pull away, but everyone of my insticts were so fix for this kiss.
Our lips met and it felt Weird, I had n't kissed very many guy wire, but
none of it had ever felt like this. Connor put his helping hand on my waist
and pulled me into his lap. He deepend the kiss, and I wanted to rip
his clotehs off right there.
But, it was like some shred of me had gained sanity and I pulled
away. My hands shots up to my sass, `` Connor, I 'm so sorry. I did n't
mean to, it was an fortuity, '' I felt tears well in my centre. God, how
could I have been so stupid as to kiss my brother. My buddy !
`` Laine, do n't cry, '' he said softly, `` I wanted to kiss you. I needed
to kiss you, I could n't go my integral spirit never knowing. ``
`` Knowing what ? '' I grimaced, turning away from Connor.
`` How I really felt, '' he sighed.
`` And, how exactly do you really experience Connor ? '' I scoffed pulling my
knees to my chest, feeling like a mega idiot.
`` Look at me, '' he said grabbing my arm, `` I want you to look at me. ``
I turned just enough to see Connor 's boldness, their was such an
loudness to it, he leaned forwards and kissed me again. This kiss was
different, hungry and feral, like it was 18 old age worth of built up
defeat. I felt my entire body melt into his.
`` I love you, Laine. Not the way a buddy is supposed to sleep together a
babe, '' he gulped, `` I look at you, and it takes so lots self-control
to not postulate you right here. You 're so beautiful, especially when you
look at me with those big brown eyes. I 've tried to veil it, to bury
about it, but I ca n't. I ca n't block off yearning for you, to feel you, to
kiss you. ``
`` Then, '' I started slowly, `` what 's stopping you ? ``
At that moment every unmarried lesson went out the windowpane and Connor was
on top of me. One mitt underneath my shank, and the other on my
white meat. He squeezed and rubbed the nipple with his thumb, I felt my
hips grind against his pelvic bone. Something hard pressed against my
thigh.
I moaned as he pushed my bra aside and took my pinhead into his mouth,
his tongue flicked over my mammilla, his other hand gliding up and down
my innerthigh. `` I 've wanted to do this for so recollective, '' he mummured
before lowering himself in between my legs. He slid off my panties and
instantly got to work. His tongue slid up and down my moist lips
before he settled on the clitoris. He sucked and licked, and I felt
every single one of my spunk endings light on fire. It was a very good
thing no one could find out us, because I am sure I was screaming by now.
`` Please, '' I begged holding onto Connor 's shoulder tightly.
`` Please, what ? '' he asked lifting his head up.
`` nookie me, I want to finger you inside of me, every inch, '' I panted. He
did n't waste a moment before he 'd strip off his Boxer, and was
positioning the tip right against my whole.
`` Are you sure about this ? Have you ever had sex before ? '' Connor
asked concern filling his eyes.
`` I had sex with my last swain, Bob Dylan. Only once. And, I 've never
been so sure about anything in my life, I need this, Connor. '' And,
with that he swiftly slammed inside of me. I yelped out in pain in the ass, it
took my consistency a mo to correct to the size. Connor took his clock time, he
was nice and blue, as I was practically still a virgin. When I 'd
become better adjusted he starting to push in and out, setting a
rhytmic motion. The pain subsided and the pleasance took over, I dug my
nails into Connor 's back, trousering and moaning as he took me.
Never in a million years did I think I 'd be having sex with my brother.
Never in a million long time did I think I 'd be enjoying it this lots either.
`` Harder, '' I managed to pant out inbetween my howl of pleasure.
Connor did n't need to take heed that twice, he began to push up into me hard
and flying, and I felt the imperativeness in my consistency build. I was so - so
close.
One final Gustavus Franklin Swift thrust did it, and I was sent sputtering over my edge.
I screamed in ectasy, as Connor continued to thrust into me. He
did n't hold back, making my orgasm that much more intense.
He let out a soft moan and before I knew it he was cumming too. He
stopped panting, not taking his penis out of me until he was certain
every endure drop cloth of cum was out.
`` Jesus of Nazareth, Laine, '' Connor laughed laying next to me, `` you scream like a
banshie. ``
I gasped smacking Connor in the chest, `` shut up ! ``
`` Do you regret that ? Do you feel bad ? '' Connor asked instantly turning somber.
I crawled on top of him, positioning his semi-hard hammer against my
entrance, `` do I regret this ? '' I asked, as he slid into me - much
easier this time.
I heard him let out a groan as I began to ride him, `` I do n't regret
this one single bit. '' I began to grind against him harder, moaning in
pleasure.
`` I do n't recollect I will ever regret this. ``

And, I did n't. Connor and I fucked until we were sore, fucked like
we were never going to see each early again.
I 'm reasonably sure this would n't be the live sentence, but just in case I
fucked him as hard as I could, in Bob Hope he would n't draw a blank about me
when he went away to college.

I was XVI long time old when I realized I did n't care if Connor saw
me naked, or I him, I loved him. And, this kind of love was n't
something to be ashamed of .