I couldn't sleep at all that night. I broke my sister's heart, the woman I love. I was going to lose her forever if she didn't forgive me, and I just realized that I was willing to commit to her, to be with her, which shocked me as I had made that decision only that night, in the heat of the moment.
I texted her all through the night, maybe fifty times, telling her how much I loved her, how sorry I was... She didn't text back even once. The next day I was so depressed I started drinking as soon as I got up; nevertheless, I was motivated more than ever to get her back.
I continued texting Brooke until noon when a text from Veronica interrupted me, "Are you alone? Can we talk?"
"Hi," she picked up.
"I assume you heard what happened after I walked out your door."
"What a fucking mess... I texted her how sorry I am, but she's not returning my texts. Is she there?"
"No. She left last night, and I don't know where to."
"Shit! Why is she so fucking difficult?! She made us go behind her back with her immature behavior. She's so juvenile somet—"
"Don't talk about her like that. Ever."
The line went dead for a moment.
"What is going on? Why do I feel like you're angry with me?"
"I'm not angry with you; it's just... Listen, this isn't going to work after all. We should stop now and avoid further bloodshed."
"What? You're breaking up with me?!"
"I wasn't aware we were even dating."
"You're acting like a real son of a bitch right now, Josh. I hope you're aware of that."
"I don't mean to hurt you, but we weren't dating, and my sister is very upset because of last night, and I'm not willing to go on with this when she's obviously hurt by us."
"This is not what I thought I would hear from you... You were the one who didn't care if she got hurt!"
"And now I do care. She is my sister, Veronica."
"So that's it? I mean nothing to you that you're willing to cut me out of your life, as if we haven't had sex just ten hours ago and were talking about getting our relationship moving?!"
"You know what, don't give me that shit! When you decided you made a mistake three nights ago and insisted we shouldn't talk anymore, was I giving you a hard time?!"
"It was different, Josh! Now it's more... complicated."
"It isn't to me. Same situation, same people, same result."
"Is it because of Brooke? 'Cause she will accept it eventually. She just needs to cool off. Give her—"
"No. It's because of me. Listen, I am so glad I've got the chance to meet you. You are truly a unique person, and I'm sure—"
"Don't do that, Josh! Why are you saying this?!"
"You see why I told to you to stay away from me? Now I feel like I'm hurting you, and—"
"You are hurting me! Stop it! I know you feel something. Give me a shot! Don't—"
"Veronica, you're making it so much worse. We haven't even dated. Let go. Just let go. Trust me, it's for your own good."
She breathed a little. "But it became more for me, Josh. It's not... Please, give this a chance."
"I'm sorry; I need to go. Take care."
Veronica texted me a few times after that. She begged for me to reconsider, but when I texted her that I had made my choice and asked her not to text again, she started hate-texting me, accusing me of toying with her emotions, that I left her now without her best friend and without me.
I didn't reply since she was right about everything. Although I didn't mean to hurt her, it was clear to the both of us that she was emotionally invested in me by now, and I hadn't given her a fair shot to change how I felt. She was truly an incredible person, and it was a heavy burden for me to know that she was hurt, which made me loathe myself even more.
Since I had fallen in love with my sister, I somehow managed to hurt three different girls, all amazing, without even trying to. In fact, I was doing everything in my power to avoid hurting them, but apparently, I was cursed with the gift of hurting.
Shannon and Veronica were unbelievable girls inside and out, and I would have been the happiest with either if I could only have felt something for them, a little bit of what I was feeling for Brooke. Unfortunately, my sister was more amazing than them in every way; at least to me she was.
"Brooke, baby, please call me back. I know I fucked up, but I'm willing to do anything..." I sighed in ache. "I love you so much. Call me back."
It had been seven days now, and Brooke was still ignoring my calls and texts. She was out of town to one of her poker tournaments as my father had informed me. Throughout that week, she wasn't staying at home and didn't show for work, either. She didn't even give our mother an excuse for her absence.
Veronica was still texting me, seven days later, every day at least thrice a day. She was making it so hard on me since she had a very good point: She never got the chance to make me fall in love with her as opposed to Shannon, and even though I kept telling myself that I didn't feel anything for her, I was forced to admit to myself that that might not have been completely true.
I was losing my mind. I needed my sister. I needed her bad. I now wanted her more than I ever wanted anything in my life. If she would just answer me once... just so I could hear her voice.
My cock was back withering. I couldn't get erect again no matter what I had tried. It was ridiculous really. I couldn't get hard even when thinking about Brooke's phenomenal body, which used to make me hard in a split second. Everything in me just seemed to... die.
I couldn't take it anymore; I needed to do something. I went downstairs and inquired my mother of Brooke's whereabouts. She surrendered her location but asked me not to go to her since it was a long drive. My mother was aware we had a falling-out, but that was all she knew.
There was no chance I could wait until Sunday. I started the car, got on the road, and drove for five hours to get to my sister. By the time I arrived there, it was 9 PM. I called my mother and instructed her to discretely ask Brooke for her current location without disclosing that I was there looking for her.
Half-hour later, I entered the motel Brooke was staying at. I was about to ask the receptionist for her room number when I spotted my sister sitting at the motel lounge, drinking coffee and laughing with some guy. He was sitting close to her and seemed a little too friendly for my taste.
"Why don't you take your seat back a little." I shot him a look. "Give her some room to breathe. Now."
Brooke was stunned to see me as was evident from her hazel eyes that bulged out in rage. "Josh, what are you doing here?"
"What do you think I'm doing here? I'm here for you."
"And who might you be?" asked the insignificant dude.
"Her boyfriend. Now go away."
"Boyfriend?" He turned to Brooke, upset. "You told me you didn't have a boyfriend."
"I don't." She darted me a hateful look. "He's my brother."
"And boyfriend." I returned her angry stare.
"Sorry?" That guy's jaw plunged down all the way to the floor.
"Yeah, incest; get over it," I said.
To say he looked dumbfounded would be an understatement.
"You are not my boyfriend."
"Oh yes I am."
"You're... Incest?" He was finally able to collect his jaw and to put his tongue back to use.
But I was losing my patience. "Listen, whatever your name is, get lost." I shot him a murderous stare. "My girlfriend slash sister and I have things to talk about."
"This is really weird." He gawked at my sister. "I'm out of here."
I paid for a cup of coffee at the bar and sat next to my sister after he took his leave.
"I'm gonna kill mom for this," she muttered, looking away.
I ogled her for at least half-minute. "Brooke, baby, you look so beautiful..."
She did look beautiful. As always. She was wearing skinny jeans, a low cut red blouse, and high heel, leather black boots. Her golden brown hair was gushing down her left breast, and her makeup was superb. Her long, slim legs were crossed in the most feminine, sexiest way, and so were her arms, though in less sexy and more furious manner. She was a goddess.
"Josh, you can't go tell people things like that — that you're my boyfriend. Not only it is not true, you'll get us arrested."
"It is true, and I don't a give a shit anymore... Brooke, baby, god I missed you. Did you have to ignore me all week? You couldn't even pick up once? I was dying, sweetheart."
"You don't deserve for me to take your calls, not after what you did to me."
"God, baby, I'm so sorry! I am willing to do whatever it takes! Just please give—"
"You fucked Veronica! You betrayed me! You've hurt me! You have broken my heart... Go fuck yourself."
She looked away again. Her wrath and pain were clearly visible when her right foot kept jerking on top of her left leg.
"And I am so fucking sorry, but surely there are extenuating circumstances here. You provoked me to think you were fucking your boyfriend! Come on, baby, cut me some slack here. I would have never—"
"I thought I owned your cock. I thought I owned you. I guess I was wrong."
"You weren't wrong, baby. You do own both me and my cock; I give you my word."
"If I had, you wouldn't have been able to fuck her."
I pulled my chair closer to her. "Ok, so check this out: I know what's going on with my cock. Do you wanna know?"
"Oh really? This should be interesting."
"Ever since you left me a week ago, I couldn't get hard anymore. That got me to think why that was happening, and I figured it out: The only time I was able to get hard without you was when I hated you! When I thought you fucked your boyfriend! But as soon as the truth came out... I don't think I'm physically capable of fucking Veronica now, not when I know the truth, not when I'm back loving you. You do own me, Brooke. All of me."
She reflected on my bold statement while sipping her coffee. "She keeps texting me every day. Did you know that?"
"Because she is also very sorry for hurting—"
"You'd think that, but... no."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, the first few days, she texted how sorry she was, blablabla... but now, she wants me to stop acting like a child, and to go tell you that I am fine with you being together."
"Shit... Brooke, let's not talk about her for the time being. I want us—"
"You truly possess incredible powers over women, don't you, Josh?"
"Not at all, sweetheart. I'm nothing."
"Yes you are... Still, it's impressive how you got one of my best friends so hung up on you in so little time that getting you back is more important to her than me being her friend again."
"I understand you're mad, but—"
"Mad? Oh no, I'm much more than mad, Josh... much more."
"Whatever! I want coffee."
I hurried to the bar and got her a double espresso. I placed it before her while pretending to not notice her scorching glare.
"Sweetheart, Veronica is a good person, and you know that. She genuinely loves you, and she's just a little hurt right now, but she'll get over—"
"She is a good person; I don't blame her at all for this. She didn't mean to hurt me. She really does like you, and come to think of it, she wasn't the one who hurt me here. You, on the other hand... well, that's a totally different story, isn't it?"
I sighed. "Brooke, if you could—"
"After thinking about it, I'm inclined to tell her that I'm ok with you being together."
My pupils dilated in bafflement. "You're what?"
"You and I is never going to happen anymore, and she is really crushed by you. I don't want her to suffer. She doesn't deserve to suffer."
"But I don't want her! I want you!"
"She told me the story of you being in love with someone else, and she truly feels she can make you fall in love with her. At least she wants a shot at it, a shot at you... And you know what? Maybe she is what you need to get over me and to have that 'normal' life that you so desperately seek. Maybe she's the answer to all your prayers. Who knows?"
"That's what I'm trying to say! I don't want that 'normal' life anymore! I want us!"
"Oh, come on, Josh... You were grieving every day because of us. You've been doing everything in your power to fall out of love with me. Veronica might be your savior. Maybe she can do what Shannon couldn't."
"And you'd be ok with that? Is that what you're saying?"
"I will never be ok, not in this life. But I don't see why I should deprive Veronica her happiness, just because there's no happiness for me."
I felt so heavyhearted listening to my sister's heartbreaking confession. "Sweetheart, can you let me talk for a minute without interruptions? Please?"
She didn't answer.
"Thank you, baby... For the past week, I have been so miserable—"
"That makes two of us." She shot me a hurting look.
"I know, honey, and I'm so sorry... Yes, you're right. It has been extremely difficult for me to accept that I'm in love with you, and yes, I have been doing everything in my power to fight it, but what I finally realized is that I'm—"
"A piece of shit?"
I sighed. "Brooke, baby, please let me finish."
She sipped her coffee while loathingly gazing at me, but she kept quiet.
"Where was I...um... You know what? Let's get back to Veronica for a second. Veronica is a great girl, and maybe if I'd given her a shot, she might have been able to change how I feel about her, about you—"
"That's your idea of an apology? Because this is the worst one ever... God, I wanna fucking kill you..."
"Brooke, no interruptions! Fuck..."
"Well get the fuck on with it already!"
"Ok; sorry baby... What I am trying to say... is that I don't know if Veronica—or any other woman for that matter—can make me fall out of love with you, but I'm not even willing to take that risk; I won't. I'm in love with you, and I will remain in love with you to my last day."
My sister was getting emotional and a tear escaped the corner of the right eye although she was doing her best to disguise it.
"Brooke, do you remember that weekend at the hotel? When you told me you don't want to escape it? That you love it that you're in love with me? That's how I feel now. Not only I'm so madly in love you, I'm in love with being in love with you. I don't want to escape it. I want to start a life with you as my... lover and partner for life."
More tears were making their way down her cheeks, but she could not conceal those.
"I'm still your sister... It's still illegal... Are you telling me you're suddenly ready to take on the world? To hide us?To lie about us?"
"I am ready to do anything to be with you. You are only my sister by familial proximity, but you are not my sister in my heart, in my mind... I think we both know that ship has long sailed. I will never be able to look at you the way I did six months ago... the way other brothers look at their sisters."
"Then how do you look at me?" she whispered in tears.
"I look at you... as the woman of my dreams. When I look at you, I see the sexiest girl I've ever seen. I see someone sensitive, funny, and incredible in every way. I see you the way husbands see their wives. You are the object of my desire, Brooke. Is it wrong? I used to think so... but not anymore I don't.
"I don't think it's wrong at all. The only thing that's wrong here is that society wants to persuade us that it's wrong, and they might have fooled me for awhile, but the jig is up. You and I are more right than any other couple in this world, and I won't let anyone to tell me otherwise."
My sister was now weeping intensely. She was emotional enough that I felt I could get closer to her without her rejecting me.
"Brooke, baby"—I stroked her tears away—"please forgive me, please... You were right all along. I just needed a little time to catch up. I love you so much. I don't want to even imagine that someone else will get to wake up next to you every day, get to make love to you... get to love you. You're mine. You have to be."
She took my hand off her cheek in tears. "I am very glad that... you finally understand that I was right from the get go. Un— "
"I'm glad that—"
"Unfortunately... what's done is done. You had sex with a person who isn't me, and I don't think I can ever forgive you... I don't know if you're even worthy of the love I have for you. What you—"
"Brooke, sweetheart, don't be like—"
"What you put me through the last few months... is almost unforgiven, Josh." Her eyes were bleeding out her tears. "You made me go out with other men... You made me sit and watch as you were going to your girlfriend... You constantly rejected my love... me. You took me for granted... I think you might be a little late here."
"Don't say that, baby. It's not too late, and I know I'm not worthy of you, but if you give me a shot, I'll prove to you that I'm willing to do anything for you to—"
"No. I am not willing to risk my heart again... I am not putting myself out there again, not for you. It will take for me years until I'm able to trust another man again... to give my heart again... and it's all because you didn't think that my heart was something you... should have been careful with... like it was nothing."
Tears were coming down my cheeks. "I am so sorry... I'm not a good person, I know that... but I am better when I'm with you... I will not play with your heart again, Brooke. I swear on my life I won't."
"Go back home, Josh." She got up. "Tell Veronica I said hi."
I returned home like my sister had instructed me. I drove all night, heartbroken, until I was back crying in my room. I underestimated the hurt I had caused Brooke. It tore at my heart to think she had been carrying all this pain for so many months just because I didn't give her a way out, the out that she wanted: for me to accept that we should be together.
She was ready to do despicable things, such as dating other men and knowing that I had been intimate with Shannon just so we could be together in the end of the road... I was now more lost than ever. Just as I accepted that there was no one else for me but her, she slammed the door on me, forcing me to live without her.
But I couldn't. I decided to keep at it — going after her with hopes that my tenacity would eventually be rewarded. Brooke was now home, and life was back to normal with her working at flower shop and me with my trading; however, life was nowhere near back to being normal. I kept calling Brooke every day, all day. I texted incessantly, I emailed, I wrote her love letters... I did anything I could think of. Although she didn't reciprocate even once, I didn't let it deteriorate me.
What did manage to crush my spirit was to watch my sister going out on dates, getting back late at night, moving on... I was in a difficult spot as I ceased living my life while she was going forward as emphatically as she could with hers.
Four months I had kept this up: courting Brooke, getting nothing in return, and watching her swapping boyfriend like baseball cards. She completely ignored my existence, and I was hurting every day because of her.
Veronica stopped calling and texting eventually. She was now dating some guy I knew from school as I had once seen them at the movies while with my friends, though I made sure she didn't see me. It hurt a little. Maybe it was my ego, or maybe because I knew I had let go on an amazing girl, or maybe because I speculated she might have been able to make me fall out of love with Brooke. Maybe she was the only one who could.
On Saturday morning, approximately 4 AM, my sleep was disturbed by the sound of my sister's roaring laughter. She had such a gleeful and genuine laugh that could not be mistaken with anyone else's. I got up and paced to my window. I opened the blinds to see my sister standing next to her boyfriend outside his car.
She had been out all night. I knew that because I was monitoring her movements. I had been doing that for months now.
She looked so happy: laughing, kissing him... My heart bled out on the spot. As they were giggling about something, Brooke gazed up to my window, and I was sure she spotted me. I swiftly looked away and returned to my bed. I lit up my pipe and ruminated on this whole thing. I could still hear their laughter and even their kissing from my bed. They were too loud for my capable ears not to notice.
Enough was enough. I knew when I needed to finally back down. She was never going to forgive me, and we would never have any relationship, romantic or otherwise. Certainly, she was aware that she was deeply hurting me with this behavior, and yet she didn't hold back. It sounded as if she was raping him out there. It was time for me to acknowledge that she sincerely hated me.
It was still Saturday, but now it was night, and the first day in months I hadn't called, texted, or emailed her. I knew it would be easier for her if I stopped. It was surly easier for me. Being ignored and rejected on a daily basis wasn't doing any good to my battered psyche.
That night, I finally went out to a bar with my friends. Four months I hadn't gone out with them, but it was now time for me to try to salvage whatever I could of my broken heart. After a couple of drinks, I was beginning to feel better, more confident, less aching... My friends and I were sitting at our table having a great time.
A few had girlfriends now, but they were easy going and were trying hooking me up with friends of theirs, which I didn't mind so much as my confidence was at an all-time low, and my ego was bruised beyond recognition. My prick had been barely functioning for months, so that was going to be a problem with meeting girls, but I needed to first come to the bridge before thinking how to cross it.
As I was walking to the restroom to empty my beer brimming bladder, I was shocked to see that my sister was also at the bar, sitting at a table with her newest boyfriend and a large group of friends, Veronica included, which astonished me. Brooke apparently had forgiven her, though I had no clue about that.
The first time I was out in months, and Brooke had to go out to the same bar as I did... I was clinically depressed by now. The fact that Veronica was also present didn't help, either. Veronicas' boyfriend was sitting next to her, although both she and Brooke weren't paying much attention to their dates as they were gazing back at me. I instantly looked away and proceeded to the restroom, which had quite the line outside of it.
"Nice to see you, too."
I turned around to see Veronica standing in line behind me.
"Very elegantly put." She shot me a look.
I turned back around, giving her my back.
"Oh that's nice... Classy."
I pivoted around to face her. "I genuinely don't know what to say or how to act."
"Well, how about... 'Hi, Veronica, you look good. By the way, I'm sorry for playing you, ignoring you, and hurting you.' That could be a start."
"You do look good although I plead not guilty on the playing you count."
"And here comes the jury with a verdict: Guilty."
"I'm sorry you feel that way; however, I'm glad to see that you didn't lose your best friend after all."
"No thanks to you."
I nodded. "Guilty as charged." I took a few steps up the line. "Does my sister know you're talking to me?"
"Indeed she does. She was the one who encouraged me to go to the bathroom now."
I tried working out what it meant for me that Brooke wanted for Veronica to talk to me.
"So, are you going to take advantage of this rare meet and explain to me why you in fact weren't playing me?"
"Veronica, I told you I was—"
"Yeah, damaged; I remember... But I thought we had something, Josh. I could have sworn I felt something from your end, as well... I must have been really off, ah? I bet you were laughing your ass off, seeing that I had made a complete fool out of myself while risking losing my best friend in the process."
I kept my back to her. "Why are you saying this? I care about you, Veronica; I'm not that kind of a guy. I didn't want to hurt you, and look how great things have turned out for you: you've got your best friend back, you have a boyfriend..."
She bitterly chuckled. "Fairytale ending, isn't it, Josh?"
"Sure seems like it."
"I have a question for you, and I want you to be truthful with me this time: Were you feeling something?"
"What good will it do to—"
"I wanna know. Can you respect me with an answer? Or are you going to treat me now like you did four months ago: Like garbage."
"Jesus, Veronica, your couldn't be more off about how I treated you."
"You're stalling... Why can't you answer me?"
I swiveled to face her. "The truth?"
"And nothing but."
I sighed. "I might have felt something. Not a lot, but there was probably something there. You can take comfort in knowing that that was the most I've felt for any girl the last year, excluding that girl."
She seemed upset by my answer.
"You son of bitch..."
"I knew you felt something, but you were trying your hardest to convince me I was imagining it! God, you're such a... piece of shit!"
I turned back to face the long line to the bathroom.
"Yeah," I sighed. "I've been told that once or twice."
She pulled me by my arm to face her again but said nothing.
"I am so sorry," I said, shaking my head.
"Then why? We had something going, something really good... Why?"
"Because I... I couldn't risk losing that girl, not while there was still a chance for me to get her, and you... you were getting too close."
"Oh my god," she said, gawking at me in bafflement. "You're way more damaged than I thought..."
"Yeah... It was good seeing you, Veronica. I think I'll go later."
"You stay put!" She pushed me back. "This is really fucked up, Josh, what you just said... I was getting too close?!"
I shook my head, looking away. "Christ... You can't possibly understand. Don't even try."
Her piercing blue gaze chained mine for more than a spell. "That something... is it still here?"
"It's not important because she is still here."
"Which means it's still here."
I looked away.
"Jesus... It is still here."
"Veronica, stop this. What are you doing? You have a boy—"
"I'm not going to dump him for you, don't worry. I'm just... speechless. You're admitting to feel something for me, and you're so afraid that I might actually be able to make you fall in love with me... That's more damaged than damaged. That's really sad, Josh."
"What can I say? I'm a sad person. Good luck, Veronica. I truly wish you all the best." I started walking back to my table.
"For the record, Josh, I can make you fall in love with me, and you're letting me go... is the biggest mistake you will ever make in your sad life."
I painfully nodded. "I know."
I returned to my table, said goodbye to my friends, and evacuated from the premises. That chat with Veronica had unsettled me. A part of that was because I was afraid that she was right: that I would lose both her and Brooke in the end, that I did just make the biggest mistake of my life.
It was now painfully clear to Brooke, Veronica, and me that Veronica seemed to have an influence on me that Shannon had never had. I did feel something for her, however miniscule that something was compared to what I was feeling for my sister.
Seeing Brooke there with her boyfriend had crushed me completely. I felt like crying when I walked past her table, watching them kissing as I left. I was willing to do anything for her. I even rejected Veronica, who might have been my only hope to ever escape this incest nightmare, and how did she repay me? By sucking on her boyfriend's tongue in front of me.
But I didn't want to let Brooke go. I was so crazy in love with her, and I wanted nothing more than for her to want me back. I had already accepted that I would never have a normal life. My normal life had ended the moment we fell in love. I could never be ok with her being with another guy. Never; even so, it seemed I had no choice in the matter.
I entered my home and turned on the lights in the living room. Our parents were once again away for the weekend to a resort with friends. Now that Brooke and I were adults, our parents were making up for all the years they had stayed home and had missed out on gatherings etc. It became common practice for them to desert us during the weekends.
I dragged my feet to the kitchen and got me a beer. I then sat in the living room and tried to think of where to go from here. Not only did Brooke move on, but she was doing everything in her power to prove that to me, and I wasn't willing to take my chances with Veronica, nor was I going to hurt their relationship in any manner.
I needed some time off; off everything. I spontaneously decided I was going to pack a suitcase and go on vacation somewhere far... maybe Maine. That should be far enough. Upon returning from my holiday, I was going to move out. I couldn't live in the same house with Brooke any longer.
I went up to my room, put some music on, and started packing. As I was halfway through, I felt a weird vibe, and at that exact moment, my phone vibrated. I picked it up and saw that I had a text from my sister, the first in maybe four months, "What's with the suitcase?"
I looked back over my shoulder. Brooke was at the doorway.
I walked to my computer and turned down the volume before we locked eyes for at least a minute. It was such a powerful and charged moment. My heart was racing watching my sister in her short black dress and high heels, loose hair draping down her back, makeup sexier than ever... She was so inconceivably ravishing. I couldn't look away.
"So where are you going?"
It was the first sentence she uttered to me in four months.
I snapped out of it and resumed packing. "I don't know yet."
She sashayed into my room. "When will you be back?"
"I haven't decided that, either."
I laid the stack of shirts I had readied beforehand in my suitcase.
She strode to my window. "You haven't called today. You haven't texted... and I don't assume you have another one of those cheesy love letters waiting for me somewhere in here."
"What do you want?" I pointedly asked, keeping myself busy with my suitcase.
"So now you don't want to talk anymore? After months of begging me to—"
"What do you want?"
She shot me a condescending look. "Well, if you're acting like that, I might as well leave." She scooted to my door.
I ignored her, turned up my music, and focused back on my suitcase.
A few seconds later, my music died down. Brooke was back in my room next to my computer glaring at me.
"You've got some nerve, Josh. You're ignoring me?! You should kiss both of my feet for even—"
"Get out," I chimed in, firing back a look of my own. "Don't say another word, just... get out."
She stared at me in bewilderment. "What the fuck is wrong with you? You've been harassing me for months, and when I—"
"You have made your point, and I'm not willing to entertain you anymore, Brooke. So if you don't mind, I'm packing my suitcase, and assuming you're done dissing me, you know your way out."
"I wasn't dissing you."
"Oh? Then what were you doing?"
"I was—" She sat in my chair and began loading tobacco into my pipe. "Point taken."
"What are you doing here anyway?"
"I didn't feel well, so I cut my night short."
"And I'm sure your boyfriend ate it up. I meant to ask: Why are you really here?"
Her gaze lingered on me for a moment before she lit up my pipe. "I wanted to talk to you."
I opened my closet to get my briefs. "I'm all ears."
She took a few drags. "Why didn't you call today?"
"Because... I finally realized I was too late. I'm in your way... and in mine."
I looked at her, insulted. "Yeah, I'm a living person, too. I should move on just like you did."
"Move on to where?"
"I don't know yet. First I'm going on a long vacation. When I get back, I'll be moving out... and we'll see from there."
"You're moving out?"
I nodded while cramming into my suitcase what was left on my bed. "Us living together isn't doing any good to either of us. I'll get out of your way, and you wouldn't need to see or speak to me anymore, and I'll be able to try getting back my life on track."
She quietly smoked my pipe while I lit up a cigarette and finished my beer.
"So that is how much you love me: Four months. That's your... immortal love for me."
"I will love you forever, Brooke, but you don't want me; you made it very clear. You've been going out with so many guys that I can't keep track anymore, and it hurts. What the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve over."
She smirked in smugness and smoked some more. "I want a beer. Go get me a beer."
I went downstairs and returned with two beers. I handed her one, and she started drinking without even thanking me.
"I bet you were surprised seeing Veronica and me at the same table."
I bobbed my head.
"I forgave her a couple of months ago. I couldn't stay mad at her when she was so... hurt by you."
"I'm sorry to hear that, though I'm happy you forgave her."
She took another drag and examined my pipe. "You two had an interesting talk, I hear."
I kept quiet.
"Yeah... Apparently, Veronica might have been able to get you to fall out of love with me."
"She might have." I took a healthy sip.
"She still wants you, Josh. If you give her a call tonight... she's yours."
"What are you doing? What is this?"
"Nothing. I'm just... handing you some inside information. What's wrong with that?"
I got up and placed my suitcase next to the door. "Well, Brooke, I appreciate this friendly stopover; nevertheless, I have a plane to catch. It's time for you to leave."
"So you don't want Veronica?"
"With all due respect to your 'inside information', you didn't tell me anything I didn't already know. I don't want Veronica. I thought I made it clear by now."
"Then who do you want?"
"I don't think I want anyone anymore. I wanna be alone. That's what I want."
"So you don't want me anymore?"
"I want the old Brooke, the one I fell in love with. Not this... whatever persona you've assumed in recent months. This Brooke isn't doing it to me."
"I am what you made me, Josh. If you cared about me and treated me with the respect and love I deserve, I wouldn't have become this... persona."
"And I am so very sorry for how I treated you as I conveyed through every possible mean of communication in past months. But you don't seem to want to forgive me. You just wanna make me miserable, and that tells me that it's time for me to move on."
"You deserve to feel miserable. You fucked my best friend."
"Yes, I did. I still think it was justified, seeing that you insisted convincing me that you've been penetrated in all your holes and was sweating cum."
I drank from my beer while she was pondering to herself.
She placed my pipe on the desk. "Maybe I just need time... to think."
"What are you saying here?"
"I don't know, but if you give up on me now... you will never know, either."
I shook my head. "This is exactly what I'm talking about. The old Brooke would have never said something like that — vague and vicious. I'm not going to keep feeding your already massive ego any longer."
"Then I guess you don't deserve me after all."
"No, I don't. I deserve better. Much better. Now leave."
"Don't tell me—"
"Get out. I don't want to talk to you anymore, I don't want to see you anymore, and frankly, I genuinely don't want anything to do with you anymore. I may have made mistakes, but I never took pleasure in hurting you. Never. But what you're doing now... that's just plain evil."
She kept still in my chair although now she looked a bit rattled.
"I told you to get out," I said with a glare.
"I heard you the first time."
"Then what's the hold up?"
She didn't reply. She just kept staring at me with her beautiful hazel eyes that now seemed to had been taken by a storm.
I paced to my chair and yanked her to a standing position. "Out."
She struck an aching pose and darted to the exit, but then, she abruptly halted at the threshold, her hands reaching for the doorframe.
"Fuck," she sighed, turning around. "Josh, I'm—"
"I don't care. Out."
"Stop kicking me out! Listen to me!"
"Do it quick."
"I'm... I'm sorry. Ok? I took it too far, and I'm sorry. I never meant... for this persona to exist that long, but it felt so good to see you—"
She shook her head in ache. "—courting me, wanting me... You never once let me feel like that, like I'm that special to you, and I just loved feeling like that... like I'm the most important thing in the world to you, like I'm the only thing that matters to you...I got addicted."
"I was going to make you feel like that forever. I said so in my letters. You needed not to torture me."
She nodded. "I'm sorry."
"Apology accepted. Goodbye, Brooke."
I whirled around and walked to my desk.
"I love you, Josh."
My heart jerked in reply; nonetheless, I ignored her and lit up another cigarette before shutting down my computer.
"Did you hear me?" she timidly said, taking a step closer. "I love you."
I turned to face her. "No, you don't. If you'd loved me, you wouldn't have treated me like that. It's just like you said: You love being courted. I get that, and I'm sure your current boyfriend—"
"I love you! Don't tell me how I feel! I was out of control, and I'm so sorry! But you gotta know that I love you, Josh... You got to."
"I can't handle this right—"
"Do you wanna know why I'm really here?"
"Why are you here?"
"I'm here 'cause... I got scared when you didn't call or text today. I was afraid you were giving up on me."
I took a drag and thought to myself. "Veronica, why did you tell her to go talk to me?"
"I was... I was testing you. I needed to reassure myself that you want me and not her. That you're willing to do anything... for me."
"You knew I was going be there, didn't you? It wasn't a coincidence that we ran into each other... You knew."
She nodded. "Jim and I are friends on Facebook, and he posted earlier this evening that you were finally joining them, so I called Veronica, and..."
She left out the rest.
"I see... So what now?"
"I will tell you, but I need you to forgive me first."
"I don't know." I looked at her in tears and tried steadying my shaking vocals. "You were pretty brutal with my heart... like it was nothing."
Tears sprang to her hazel eyes as her lower lip quivered. "I know."
I took a couple more drags and looked out my window, wiping off the few tears that flowed down my cheeks.
"Josh, please... I love you so much. Please forgive me."
I put out my cigarette a moment later and turned to look at her. "Let's... assume I forgive you. Your move."
"Are you invested in me?" She wiped off her tears. "Do you love me like I love you?"
"I love you more than life itself, Brooke."
She nodded and gave her upper lip a soft lick. She then slipped her right arm out of her shoulder strap and repeated it with her left. She let go of both straps simultaneously, and her black dress plummeted to drape around her narrow waist.
My sister was standing at my doorway with her upper torso exposed, save her breasts, which were cupped in a sexy black lace push-up bra that I hadn't seen before. Her toned tummy and naval piercing had my cock twitching in an instant.
"Then it's time for you to prove it, Josh."
I looked into her eyes flooded with my vast love for her before whispering the words she had been longing to hear for almost a year, "I'm ready."
She nodded and slowly strode to me. "There is no going back from this. It's siblingly binding. Once you take me... you're mine forever. No matter what."
"That goes the same for you."
"Trust me, I'm not the one we should be worrying about."
"It sure hell isn't me."
She grinned. "What about mom and dad, Josh? Are you ready to bump heads with them? Mind you, there is only one right answer here."
"I never did care much for that old bastard of a couple."
She giggled. "Good answer... The right answer."
She stopped next to me and guided her right hand to my neck, gently caressing me with her long fingernails.
My skin was covered with goosebumps all over and my heart was racing. "Brooke, baby..."
"Are you truly ready for this, Josh? For this life we're going to start? Together?"
"I've been dreaming about this moment for so long... I am so fucking ready."
Her hazel eyes didn't stray from mine as her hands reached for the front hook of her bra. Unhooking her bra was hustle free as erotic; even so, she kept holding each cup closer to her breasts, scoping my eyes for the obvious.
My cock further swelled with each tease of her cups. She was playing with me a bit because she could see the effect it had on me. She made it look as if she was going to take off her bra, only to readjust a second later. She kept sliding her cups up and down, sideways, flashing a bit of skin and covering back, pushing her tits together to force them to pop up.
Throughout her tit tease, she remained focused on her bosom with the occasional glimpse at me, estimating the degree of pain I was in from watching her tantalizing me. She lowered her right cup just to expose the rim of her areola, glanced up to see me drooling, and covered herself back only to repeat it with her left breast.
She drove me mad, and her self-content smirk gave away her knowledge of that, as well. Although clearly in pain, I didn't interrupt her tease. It was just the way she was, and that was never going to change. My sister was a sexy girl who knew how to tap into her feminine powers to bring a man down to his knees. She certainly knew how to get this man kneeling down.
She lowered her cups once again until both of her areolas were fairly visible. She looked into my eyes, and finally, she released her grip. Her black lace bra was tossed on the floor, setting free her pale, chubby twins that could make a guy cry.
Her lean arms enveloped my neck as she stared into my eyes. Her eyes weren't playful anymore, only tearful. "I missed you so much, sweetie."
My gaze slowly climbed from her perfection of breasts up to her pouty lips. "You have no idea..."
As soon as our lips touched, my tongue forced its way into her mouth, just like it had been aching to do for the past months. My sister was kind enough to stretch her mouth wide, so I could feast on the palatable fluids she called her spit. I was out of control. I wasn't making love to her mouth; I was devouring her with no respect to how my sister wanted to be kissed. I was too thirsty, too frustrated, and too mouthsick to care if she approved of my raping approach.
Luckily, Brooke missed me just as I missed her. Her tongue sledgehammered mine into gravel before entering my mouth and claiming ownership over my cavity. She flicked at my tonsils twice and dove deep to lick them in famine. I held her tighter to me, and she fastened her grip on my neck in reply. Months of longing for each other had put a lot of strain on the both of us, and now it was time to let loose and to prove that not only our love for each other had not faded, it intensified.
Our kiss sought to do just that, and after the initial few minutes of heavy artillery, the pace was gradually weakening to the point where we only caressed each other, slowly lapping and tangling, even though our death grip over one another hadn't softened one bit. I could have kept kissing her like that forever had I not felt her salty tears trickling down her cheeks and into my mouth.
"What's wrong, my love? Why are you crying?"
She ran her fingers through my hair. "I just love you so much. I just missed you so much... I just can't believe that the torture is now over, that we're finally going to be together like I... like I always knew we will."
I kissed her tears. "I missed you so bad I thought I was dying, baby. I can't go through this again."
"You won't, my love. I will never let you suffer like that ever again."
She penetrated my mouth, and I was drenched in her saliva in seconds.
We lost sense of time the more we kissed; however, my sister was still very much aware that while she was topless for me, I was not. She reached for my shirt and tugged it up, and I raised my arms in the air, so she could get rid of this fine example of Chinese cotton that was in our way of feeling each other's skin.
Once my chest was also bare, her arms enveloped my neck, and her feet got off the ground, so her legs could engulf my waist. My sister was wrapped around me as our kiss continued to grow in power and emotion. Her supple mounds were pressed against my skin, and her nipples hardened the more they grazed mine. I could feel her heartbeats against me, and surely, she could feel me back.
Our mouths were still making love when her fingers traveled down my back and gently scratched the surface of me. It sent shivers down my spine, and my hands shifted from supporting her slender thighs to grip her shapely butt over her dress. I squeezed and spread her rounded cheeks, reminding myself of how tight yet soft her ass really was.
I exited her mouth and dealt sensual kisses down her tender neck that its sweet-sour aroma I could never whiff enough of. With a sensual cast of her head to the left, my sister swayed her long hair aside to clear the path for me, and I methodically advanced to her ear, kiss after kiss. Brooke's pace of breathing could not stay indifferent to my lustful treatment, and soon her pants of pleasure tested the room's acoustics to the limit.
Her ear—that was pierced with a fish hook earring—was as beautiful as any other part of her, and I had her feel how much I craved her with every tug of her delicate earlobe. I tongued her ear canal in tenderness, taking pleasure of her audible panting until my sister gripped my head and leveled my gaze with hers, breathing as if she just finished running the New York marathon.
"Josh, this is really happening, isn't it?"
I brushed her hair from her left eye and planted a soft kiss on her succulent lips. "Only if you want it to."
She stroked my cheek. "I never wanted anything more."
"Then yes"—I nodded—"it's really happening."
I entered her mouth and notified her tongue of that, as well. Her tongue then forwarded this information to her mind for further processing, and once the data was fully sorted and analyzed and was shot back to her oral cavity, my tongue began receiving the beat down if its life.
My sister went asylum crazy on me, and I could barely defend my poor mouth from her ruthlessness. She pulled my hair back and plunked her lips down on my neck to have all of it coated in her saliva in less than seven seconds, licking and sucking as if she had been possessed by a sex spirit. It was really scary... and incredible.
I paced backwards until I fell on the bed with Brooke straddling me. I cupped her right breast while she was still punishing my neck. The fullness of her tit as it overflowed out of my hand almost made me cum on the spot. She moved to straddle my stomach and fed me both of her chubby mounds.
I brushed my fingers against her nipples. They weren't going to get any harder than what my ear tonguing escapade had gotten them. They were so erect and protruding that she could probably penetrate a pussy with them if she wanted to.
She guided her left nipple into my mouth. "Baby, make my tits blue."
While I was nibbling on the rigid flesh of her sensitive nipple, her lips clung back to my neck and began sucking hard. I knew she wanted to tag me, also, and I let her do whatever she wanted there while I was having my way with her ample breasts and pink buds.
"Brooke, honey," I moaned, "you're sucking a little too hard."
Every hickey she gave me, she sucked as forcefully as she could, way longer and harder than what was required to form her love stains.
"I want my marks to stay on you for at least a month, baby. I want to see them every time I look at you, to know that you're mine now."
"Believe me, I'm so yours, Brooke."
She grinned. "Oh yes you are."
She picked up where she had left off, feverishly sucking on my neck, and I was rewarding her bust with an equal treatment. I pinched her nipple while suckling hard on the other one.
"Ouch! Baby," she whimpered.
"Sorry, my love, I got carried away."
She shoved my mouth back to her right nipple. "It's ok, sweetie; I love it when you get carried away. Don't stop."
I continued working on her plentiful bust while she kept going strong on my neck. Sometime after, we swapped roles, so now she was molesting my nipples, and I was avenging her neck. I sucked on the lower section of her tender flesh, fully intending leaving her a sizable hickey. She didn't even try to stop me, nor did she care. By the time I was done, her neck was decorated with three large, vibrant hickeys in a deep shade of blue that there was no way she was ever going to be able to conceal.
Though she made me pay for it. She was torturing me: sucking on my nipples, swirling her tongue at one while pinching and twirling the other, and she wasn't coy, either. She bit my nipples hard and sucked them off almost.
"Shit! Brooke, honey... you're hurting me."
"Sorry, sweetie, hang in there; I'm almost done."
She was sucking on my nipple like a vacuum cleaner. She wasn't pleased until she made it rosy and scarred with her teeth marks.
I needed to get used to that — to the pain. It was more than clear to me that my sister was kind of a pain junky. She was turned on by pain, and whenever I got overzealous and hurt her a little, it just made her even wilder. And she was giving back just as good as she had gotten. She was rough, and brutal, and merciless, and always kept testing my limits, pushing for more. I was already aware that our sex life was going to be much more violent than anything I had ever experienced.
Although I too enjoyed—mild—pain being incorporated in bed, I was nowhere nearly as masochistic as Brooke. She could take much more than me, she wanted more, and she was way more turned on by it than I was.
"God, Brooke, your smell is killing me..."
She knew precisely what I was talking about as was apparent from her sly grin. "You have no idea how bad I missed you saying that... I'm soaking, baby."
Her pungent lust discharge was driving me nuts.
"Christ," I gasped, frustratingly shaking my head, "I'm drinking you like mad after."
She gave my tongue a quick rub. "You'd better."
By the time she was done with my nipples, we were both painted like blue spotted Dalmatians.
I stood back up, lapped in my sister, and took her sweet mouth for an additional spin. She fought to extract her precious feet out of her high heels while they were tossed around my butt. On completion of that arduous task, I put her down and reached for her dress to free my sister from the confinements of clothing.
Well, almost. Once her dress was pooling on the floor, only her high-waist, black lace panties remained on her. Brooke unbuttoned my khaki pants, removed them, and began feeling my distended cock over my green briefs while I parted her ass cheeks and fondled her tight butt with a not so delicate massage.
"How's my ass, baby? Do you approve?"She giggled, still stroking my manhood over my briefs.
"Sometimes you ask the most ridiculous questions. You already know what I think about your ass. Now turn around."
She pivoted to give me a better view, arching her back and sticking out her ass for the perfect pose.
I dropped to my knees and tugged down her panties while she swayed her shapely hips from side to side. I opened her up by gripping each of her cheeks and pulling hard sideways, thanking whoever for my good fortune. I stared, bewitched, at her smooth, bare ass while groping it all over, admiring the perfect altitude it was hanging at.
"Seeing your ass every day is going to make me the happiest and horniest guy on the planet... God, this is perfection."
"Thank you, Josh," she giggled, ruffling my hair "That's so romantic."
"How the fuck were you born so fucking hot?" I genuinely reflected.
"And only you are ever going to enjoy me. Doesn't it feel good, baby? Knowing that?"
"It feels good, honey," I sighed in bliss. "It feels real good."
I started licking her ass while keeping her cheeks heavily parted, and my sister glued my head to her juicy butt and was softly whimpering whenever I was approaching her ass crack, although I didn't tongue her there. There were going to be plenty of occasions for me to do that, but this wasn't one of them.
I rose back up and swiveled her to face me. She closed her legs around me as I picked her up, and we kissed passionately for minutes with her stroking my cock and with me squeezing her tits. I sat her down in my office chair and knelt before her. My sister was fully naked in my chair eagerly awaiting whatever I had in store for her.
I took her right foot in my hand. It had been too long since I gorged on her groomed feet.Her toenails were painted in bright pink tonight. It was such a subtle paintjob it was almost imperceptible.
"I know where this is going," she giggled.
"Brooke, I'm a slave to your feet," I replied, gripped by how appetizing and sexy her feet were. "Literally."
My sister giggled some more and picked up my pipe. She loaded it with a fresh batch of tobacco and fired it up while stretching her toes for me to suck on.
"I love how you worship me, Josh. I have to say... I love it very much."
"I will worship you forever." I sucked on her big toe. "You're perfect."
She took a drag and blew out the smoke at her feet. "Am I, baby? Am I really?"
"So god damn perfect," I almost wept, relishing her other four toes.
Brooke very much liked it when I would suck on her feet, and she made sure I was conscious of that when she seized my hair and forced her foot deeper into my mouth.
"Suck on it good, Josh. Show me that you love me. All of me."
I let out a stifled hum and gave her my best, swirling my tongue at her toes, licking the cracks between them, sucking on whatever I could get my lips on, tickling her when I wiggled my tongue at her arch.
"Josh!" She laughed. "Baby, you're tickling me. Bad, brother... very bad."
I spared her left foot an equal amount of attention while sneaking peeks at her pussy that was minutes from taking my strained member into it. By now, I was so aroused that I wanted to cum even before going in her; especially, when her excitement kept trickling in my chair, which made for an onerous job to concentrate on her magnificent feet.
"Josh, lick my leg all the way up to my pussy. Can you do that for me, sweetie?"
I nodded and began ascending her leg, lugging my tongue along it with an occasional pause to soak it back. I halted at her slender thigh and planted a few kisses there that had Brooke quivering with lust. As I kept soaring up her thigh, my sister took in sharper intakes of breath and her trembling aggravated.
Seconds later, I reached her dripping pussy and absorbed it into my lungs and eyes. I scoped her thick bush. My sister had a massive triangle sewed to her mound that was colored the same as her hair. It was even thicker and more widespread than I remembered as it covered all of her fatty mound now and was an inch from encroaching on her lips.
"Honey, your bush looks to be bigger than last I saw it."
"That's because it is. I like bush." She took another smoke and seemed a bit worried. "Why? You don't like it? Don't make me trim it, Josh."
"Like it? I adore it. The bigger the better, and yours is so fucking sexy I could cry. Don't ever trim it." I gave her bush a lick and grazed on it.
"I told you we're perfect for each other," she said, sending a desirous stare my way.
I caught her lustful stare and fired one back. "Brooke, I want you. Bad."
She smirked and put my pipe back on the desk. "Even if I'm not a virgin anymore?"
I felt like someone clapped his hands on my heart. It was painful to say the least. I looked up to meet her eyes, and I couldn't tell what they were withholding.
"You're... not anymore?"
"Does it change anything?" she whispered, caressing my cheek. "If you truly love me, it shouldn't."
She was right, however hurt I was by it.
"Who was it?"
She petted my hair. "It doesn't matter. I need you to be ok with this, Josh. That's the only thing that matters."
"Um... shit," I sighed. "I don't have much choice, do I? I love you, and I want you; that's never going to change. Am I hurt? Yes, but I'll get over it. Someday.Hopefully."
The more I thought about it the more crushed I was getting.
"I really appreciate you trying, but you don't look like you're taking it very well, Josh." Her legs enveloped my neck.
"Um... that's because I'm probably not. Fuck," I sighed. "I can't believe... Fuck."
"Then I'll tell you what"—she spread her legs wide, placing them on my chair's armrests as if she was at an appointment with her gynecologist—"why don't you take a look inside and see if your friend is still there."
I looked up to see a huge grin stretching her mouth.
"Are you playing with me, sis? 'Cause this is no joking matter."
"There's only one way to tell. Go ahead, take a peek."
She was giggling when I focused every percentage of my attention on her pussy. I laid a thumb on each of her moist labia and parted them as wide as her narrow slit allowed me. I glimpsed inside my sister before gazing up at her, watching her laughing her heart out.
"Why?" I glared. "Why the fuck did you think it was a good idea to do that?"
She was still laughing and had a difficult time settling down.
"Brooke! This isn't funny!"
She seemed to find it hilarious as she was not calming down.
I gave her pussy a good lick along her opening and held her taste in my mouth. I pressed it against my expert palate, the way wine connoisseurs do to grade the quality of the vintage before gulping or spitting it. I, of course, would never spit my baby sister's priceless lust juices.
It had an exquisite depth with a hint of tart to it, though it was more rounded than tart. It carried a lot of a punch as felt on the finish of it. It easily exceeded the sixty second mark on my palate. It felt exceptionally velvety yet fleshy however odd. Its acidity was spot on for my more daring nature. This vintage was crafted with painstaking attention to details; one of a kind, no doubt.
My scrutiny of my sister's liquids rendered her too excited to keep laughing.
"Baby, I already told you: I can never be with anyone but you. This is your pussy. Yours."
"That's right, and you fucking remember that."
"Oh I do, sweetie, I do...Did you say goodbye to it? Did you greet it farewell?"
I chuckled. "You're such a manipulative devil."
"Does that mean you don't love me anymore?"
"It means I love you more than you can fathom."
She was now sterner, and her eyes had a sense of intent to them.
"Pick me up," she obeyed.
I leaned in and picked her up, and she wound her limbs around me. Our mouths were back attacking each other's weak spots, looking for leverage in this tongue warfare. We landed in a sitting position on the bed a moment later, and almost telepathically, we were both back setting a more relaxed, romantic pace as we were kissing and stroking each other tenderly.
Brooke removed herself from me and pulled down my briefs to reveal my now achingly hard cock, which didn't get hard for months; however, there was no doubt in my mind that my sister could will to do whatever she wanted and whenever she wanted. It was panting to go inside her.
She knelt between my legs and shot it a sinful look. "I missed it."
She gave it a few strokes before shoving my erection into her mouth, all the way, sliding it down her throat and sucking hard. She took it out, spat on it, and went back to sucking it deep with her spit drooling down my shaft with each time she forced me deeper into her. I was on the verge of exploding after only being in her superlative mouth for less than thirty seconds.
"Don't do that," I gasped, pulling her out by her hair. "I'm all fired up, and you're going to start the fireworks prematurely."
"Did you miss my throat?"
She lay on me and kissed my neck while stroking the less sensitive base of my cock.
"What do you think? I wanted to cry every time I thought about your pretty throat."
She swirled her thumb on my piss slit. "I missed swallowing you."
"And you will get to swallow plenty of me, I give you my word, but tonight, something else is going to swallow me."
She laughed nervously, and we kissed for minutes. We could kiss all night to be honest. It never felt enough.
"Ok, it's time," she announced, patting on my chest. "We need to stop stalling. I don't wanna be a virgin anymore."
I lay on the bed, and she sat on top of me and adjusted herself appropriately. She held my cock in her warm hand and leaned it against her bush.
"I wanna be on top," she said. "I want to watch. You don't mind, sweetie, do you?"
"No, my love, I just want it to hurt you as little as possible."
"I don't mind the pain, but I do mind the pleasure of seeing you go in me for my first time, for ourfirst time, together." She grinned in excitement.
"Whatever you want, beautiful. I'm going to be in heaven no matter what."
She leaned forward and pressed and luscious lips to mine to grant me a passionate kiss before sitting back.
"Shoving that thing in is going to hurt no matter what position I'm in. Certainly, this isn't a designated cherry popper."
"You just take it slow, definitely the first few strokes, and dictate whatever pace you're comfortable with and how deep you're willing to take me in you."
She looked surprised. "What do you mean? I want all of you in. I'm taking you all in or die trying, though I really hope it's going to be the former."
We laughed again.
"We'll see, baby." I caressed her long golden brown hair. "First, let's pop your cherry."
She nodded anxiously before taking my enlarged member and aiming it against her entrance.
"Brooke, wait. Don't we need a condom?"
She shook her head. "We'll get the morning-after pill tomorrow. I'm not ready for anything to come between us."
I smiled and rose to kiss her as lovingly as possible. "I've got some lube if you feel—"
She pushed me down to the bed, laughing. "That was a good one... I'm so wet you're going to cum in seconds. I'm dripping, baby."
"Yeah?" I grinned. "Looking forward to it."
She stared into my eyes. "Josh, tell me you love me."
"I love you, baby. I love with all of my heart."
It seemed to help her relax.
"I love you so much, Josh."
"Ok," she sighed. "Off we go."
My cock head split open her entrance, and she began spearing herself on me.
She was right —she was wringing wet, and although she was extremely tight, I had no problems sliding into her from all of her juices, which didn't seem to make it easier on her as she was concentrating on the penetration with her gorgeous face distinctly contorting in pain. After a moment of adapting, her cunt swallowed more of me until I could distinctively feel being pressed against her hymen.
"Can you feel that, Josh?" She nervously smiled.
I smiled back. "I do, honey. Whenever you're ready."
"This is it. Once you tear it... we're a lock. This can't be undone."
"Are you trying to scare me away, beautiful?"
She shook her head. "I just wanna make sure that you understand what it means for us... for me."
"I do. Do you?"
"Oh I do, sweetie," she giggled. "I definitely understand."
"Then go ahead, bind us together... forever."
She smiled. "Forever."
She held my shaft and started lowering herself, pressing her hymen harder and harder against the meanest prick in the world, but then she stopped and took a little of me out.
"I'm sorry, Josh... it hurts. Give me a moment?"
I could see that she was getting nervous from the pain, and she was getting tighter, which was starting to hurt my cock as it was already crammed in the tightest pussy it ever pierced through.
"Come here," I said.
She leaned forward, and we locked lips for minutes after she took out my cock completely. I was pouring into her mouth every bit of love I was feeling for her, which was quite a bit. She gulped me with eagerness but wasn't feeling more at ease.
"Hey," I whispered, brushing her hair aside. "Do you know how beautiful you are?"
She shook her head, still nervous.
"You're the most beautiful thing in the world. You're a heart stopper, Brooke, both in and out."
She stroked my cheek. "I'm scared, Josh. It's stupid, but I'm suddenly scared a little."
"Of what? Of us being together?"
She shook her head.
"Then what is it, Brooke? Are you having second thoughts about me taking your virginity?"
"No, it's nothing like that. This is what I've waited for, and you know that. If it was up to me, we'd have made love months ago."
I smiled and gave her a soft kiss. "Ok... Then I'm not sure I understand."
She looked into my eyes, and I could tell she was really frightened of something.
"I'm scared that after I have given myself to you, you'll—" She gulped.
She sighed. "—you'll have a change of heart, and you'll leave me, and then I would have lost my virginity to my brother, who doesn't even want me. I won't be able to handle something like that, Josh. I really won't."
I sighed back. "I won't leave you, Brooke, because I don't have a life if you're not mine. If anything, I'm afraid you'll leave me."
"I will never leave you, Josh. I love you so much... You have no idea."
I kissed her neck. "Then what do you need to feel more confident? How can I help? Tell me."
"I don't know... I'm not sure there's something you can do. It's my own insecurity that's now... I don't know. It's probably because of all the ups and downs we had. I just never got a chance to enjoy the security of our love, of us..." She drew circles on my chest. "It fucked me up, I guess."
"I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you, Brooke. I am so in love with you, head over heels. I'm in love with you in ways that I have never been. What you make me feel every time I see you is indescribable. I guarantee you that you are the love of my life; that said, I recognize I might not have given you the best of reasons to feel confident about us in the past, but it's just that — it's in the past."
She pondered to herself while still drawing circles on my chest and avoiding eye contact. "Do I give you butterflies? Do I make you weak at the knees? Because that's what you're doing to me."
"You're doing all of that and a lot more. You have so much power over me that you can't possibly understand."
She lifted her gaze to meet mine. "You wouldn't lie me to, Josh, would you?"
"I never lied to you, even when I was reluctant to accept us. But you know what, I think it's best if we'll wait. I don't want a question mark hanging over your head when you're supposed to be sure of yourself and worry free. Let's wait until you feel more confident. I'm not in a hurry. We waited this long. What's another few mouths?"
She grinned and kissed me as passionately as she ever did. "I'm ready, my love. Let's go again."
"What?" I asked, perplexed.
"You're so fucking amazing, baby. I know you'll never leave me. I'm confident now."
"Brooke, I can wait. It's ok."
"But I can't. Do you love me?"
"More than anything."
"Then make love to me, Josh. Make me yours."
"Are you sure?"
I nodded. "We can try how many times you want. Don't feel pressured to force it."
"Thank you, sweetie. It means so much to me that you're so amazing about this."
"I love you, Brooke. You don't need to thank me. I thank you."
She kissed me hard and instantly seized my cock to glide me back into her warm fluids. I needed to stretch her all over again as her snug pussy shrank back to its original dimensions — extremely tight. My cock was now back bumping against my baby sister's tenacious hymen, and Brooke was back getting tighter although less nervous than before.
I had to let it sink in. My sister was having my cock stuffed inside her, parting her pussy lips as wide as they could go. Her golden brown triangle of feminine turf was just on top on her chubby mound, overseeing the deflowering. My sister's pink buds were stiff and stimulated, and her rack that was stained with my love marks hung high so beautifully for my eyes to feast on.
"I love you." She smiled in nerves.
"I love you." I smiled back.
She took a few deep breaths. "Bro?"
She gazed into my eyes, tears trickling from hers, and softly panted, "I'm yours..."
She let gravity do its thing and impaled herself on me until I could feel my cock ripping through her unwilling hymen, and I was now as deep as I had ever been in her — almost halfway in.
She groaned in pain and swayed her thick, long hair back to look down at the consequences of her actions. Her pussy was bleeding on my cock quite intensely. Her blood streamed down my shaft and balls until I was soaked in her virginity blood.
She giggled in relief and excitement, "We did it, baby..."
I gazed at her with all the love I had for her. "We did, sweetheart. I own you now."
She nodded. "And I own you."
I gazed, fascinated, at my bloody cock splitting my sister's cunt. "I can't believe I'm inside you."
She looked down to process the moment, as well, before returning to my eyes. "How does it feel? To have popped your sister's cherry?"
"Like nothing else. Go ahead, baby, take me in you. I'm dying to fill you up all the way."
She started bobbing on half of me while trickling blood all the while. My cock was now painted red and so were her labia. I gasped as I penetrated her tightness a little more at a time, coating myself in her warm juices and blood.
"God, sweetheart, you feel so amazing," I panted.
"You feel so... big and painful," she moaned at loud. "It really hurts."
"I know, but it won't hurt for long. The worst is behind you."
"I sure hope so... I'll take more of you in now."
She allowed another quarter of me to fill her up, and I was now almost three quarters deep inside her. We locked eyes while she was slowly fucking my cock, and I soon came to realize that she was right. She was too tight and too wet for me hold for much longer. The fact that I hadn't gotten hard in months, the foreplay we engaged in before, and the vast love I felt for her weren't helping my stamina at all.
"Brooke, I'm going to cum soon," I said, winded. "I need you to take me all in.
"I'll try, sweetie; no promises." She gave it a solid effort, but she couldn't. "Josh, it hurts so much... I'm sorry."
She kept gently bobbing her pussy on half of my bloated prick. "What do you have to be sorry about?"
I aggressively rolled us over while keeping myself inside her, so now we were in missionary position, and before she could even process what was happening, I penetrated her all the way, going balls deep in her while she, with a sharp intake of breath, started screaming.
"OH MY GOD! Take it out! It hurts!"
"Brooke, baby, I have to feel you all the way; I have to," I panted in bliss, feeling her tightness stroking all of my cock.
She couldn't stop her tears. "But you're hurting me! God, it hurts so much..."
"Look at me: You're doing great, honey. Relax, or you'll get tighter."
"Why did you have to... Baby, you're hurting me now..."
"Because I love you so much that I can't stop." I buried myself all the way in her and paused to bask in her wetness. "I need to feel you. All of you."
"I love you too," she wept. "Oh my god, this is so painful... I can feel you in my lungs... Just cum already."
Her crying got my orgasm to recede quite substantially although I didn't dare telling her that as she was praying I was seconds from climaxing. Her pussy was a rebellious cunt; unyielding, gloving me in pain and anger. I kept battling her inexperienced vaginal muscles for some space as they had neither memory nor awareness that they were meant to stretch when a cock was entering her.
I kept making love to her while telling her how much I loved her, how beautiful she was, and how her pussy was the most phenomenal pussy in the world, as it really was.A couple of minutes later, she ceased crying and begging me to cum, and I could tell she was less hurting as her face seldom twitched in pain.
"It's getting better, Josh," she panted. "It's starting to feel... good."
"I told you, my love. I just needed to stretch you." I entered her mouth and kissed her.
Her tongue lapped on mine in such tenderness that completely caught me off guard. Even though I had just spiked her pussy like a savage, she did not retaliate. She kissed me back as lovingly as she could with no hard feelings or resent. She must have known I could not resist the temptation of feeling all of her tightness engulfing my cock.
We kept making love while tenderly kissing. I dealt soft nibbles to her neck and ear, which extorted a few vocal gasps from her. My cock was still fighting to stretch her, even though she did her part and was as wet as it gets. The walls inside of her simply smothered me, giving me no space to at all. The tension on my prick was so severe I started fearing I might not be able to even throb inside her before I would need to pull out. My vein was utterly flat from the pressure.
"Josh, it really feels better now," she panted. "It feels awesome."
I smiled at her ear to ear. "I love you so much, gorgeous."
"God, I love you, baby," she whimpered.
Some girls moan in bed, others just pant; some scream, some squeak, and some don't do anything. My sister was a whimperer. She let out high-pitched, short-pulsed, labored whines that without connotation might be perceived as weeping; however, once attaching her face to those whimpers, one could not be mistaken as to the predominant emotion behind these cries.
I adored her whimpers. Never had a girl turned me on more than my sister. I could not even grasp how much excitement she was building inside me while releasing those arduous, whiny cries of pleasure. She sounded as if she was truly fighting to extort them, and I loved it.
I gazed down at her bloodypussy as I was stabbing her again and again. What a sight that was: her legs spread wide for me; her fatty mound with that thick bush of golden brown grass scraping me; her pussy lips parted so wide to accommodate my fat cock inside her as I was bottoming out in her while coated in her blood and desire... I took a mental picture of this as I doubted I would ever get that excited.
We were now making love the way love making is portrayed in the most romantic of literature and poetry. My sister had a tendency to get somewhat slutty in bed yet not tonight. There was no cussing, no dirty talking, no obscene whispering... There were only intimacy, powerful stares, and love.
"This is so amazing, my love," she panted. "I can't believe how good it feels." She triple whimpered.
"This is us making love," I gasped. "You will never experience a better feeling than that, sweetheart. I promise you."
She nodded. "Put all your weight on me and kiss me with all your heart. I want to feel more of you."
"That's good, honey," I panted, "because I can't get enough of you."
I mashed our lips together while lying flat on my sister, crushing her ample breasts and flat tummy. Our kiss was so erotic as we each breathed desire into the each other's cavities, swapping spit back and forth while our tongue rub frequently peeked out of our mouths.
I undulated with my entire body slithering on top of hers. I looked into her loving hazel eyes, and I couldn't believe that I just deflowered my baby sister and was fucking her with all my might, and on her very first go, nonetheless.
"Josh, baby, I'm going to come," she panted. "I want you to come with me."
"You'll come first, and I'll come on your clit and lips."
"Josh, no! You're coming inside me."
"Brooke, it's dangerous. We should—"
"If you love me like you claim to love me — you'll come inside me."
I knew my sister too well to know that she was not going to back down, so I nodded in defeat.
I was barely able suppressing my orgasm when Brooke announced that her climax was seconds away. I let go and gave in to my baby sister's tightest of pussies that was now gushing with her blood and natural lubricants as her hips started bucking.
"Oh god, oh god," she panted. "Go slow, baby, I'm there." She let out a set of loud, strenuous whimpers.
I took down the speed and focused on my undulating technique. I drifted inside her in perfect waves, eager to give her the best orgasm she would ever have. My cock was scraping all of her velvety walls as she could not stretch even after minutes of intense fucking.
"Come for me, beautiful," I gasped. "Show me how much you love me."
"I love you so much," she whimpered.
"Then show me."
As her pussy began contracting, my sister tensed up, and her hands were on her hair, pulling it back as if she wasn't sure what was happening.
"I'm coming for you, baby!"
A torrent of warm cum washed me as I rippled slowly but intently inside my sister, riding out the massive current. My cock was blissfully bathing in her love juices before a second, more powerful wave, hit me smack in the slit. My sister forced me into her passionate kiss however brief as she was whimpering her orgasm into my mouth.
"Josh, what are you waiting for?!Come with me!"
Her body convulsed in absolute craze as her pussy kept gushing and contracting.
Once I was assaulted by the third wave of her silky cum, I squeezed tight her left tit and thrust my throbbing manhood as hard as I could, going balls deep in my sister. I exploded in the depths of her wetness, unleashing countless ropes of freshly made cum. Amazingly,my cock was still battling her tightness for the right to stretch her, so my vein could pump out more of my semen into her excited cunt.
As Brooke felt my load being fired into her, she wrapped her legs around my ass to force me even deeper while her sweet tongue was running my mouth through. I was still shooting in her when her conniving pussy clung tight to my cock. Before I could unravel its devious scheme and plot my retreat, it was already too late.
Her cunt began avidly sucking semen out of me, milking me for every drop until I was parched and barren. It pumped out my cum extracts deeper into my sister's tender womb, feeding her fertile eggs with the seed of her brother. Her shrewd cunt was zealously laboring to get my newly deflowered baby sister impregnated with my bastard child by the first light of dawn. Little did her unworldly pussy know that the morning-after pill would dismantle any effort it had just put in. Such a foolish pussy... They never learn.
We didn't stop kissing during our orgasm, and we didn't stop kissing when the storm was passing. We kept kissing long after we climaxed with Brooke's majestic feet locked around me, forbidding me from exiting her.
"Oh my god, Josh, that was the most amazing thing in the world," she whispered, now trickling tears of joy.
I kissed her tears. "You can say that again."
"It was well worth the wait"—she kissed my lips—"and pain." She giggled.
I ogled her in awe. "I can't believe that I'll get to do this for the rest of my life."
"Believe it, my love... Believe it."
Ten minutes later, and we were still kissing with my cock still stuffing my sister's cunt. Brooke didn't allow me to pull out, even after I was flaccid. She said she could will it to harden in seconds, which she did. I was back being hard in less than a minute from the time I had gone soft.
However, we didn't make love again. We just kept kissing and stroking each other's naked bodies, exchanging loving stares and telling one another how much we missed each other, how much we were sorry, how everything was going to be different from now on.
She untangled her legs and finally allowed me to pull out when her phone started ringing. She squeezed the mingle of our cum and her blood out of her pussy and into multiple tissues, and looked into her phone that was now back on its best behavior.
"Who was it?"
"My ex boyfriend."
I loaded my pipe with extra scented, South American tobacco.
"Which one?" I said with an insinuating tone.
"The one that drove me home tonight," she giggled, turning off her phone, "though I don't think he's aware of that."
I lay next to her, and she curled up to me.
"Don't worry, Josh, I'll take care of it, but not tonight. I want us to be for each other with no distractions or interruptions."
"I didn't say anything."
"But you were thinking it."
I smiled. "You know me so well."
She giggled and sent her tongue into my mouth to remind me just what exactly I had missed out on the last four months. She then snatched my pipe from my hand and was sucking on it in relief and euphoria.
"So, how was it losing your virginity to your brother?"
She shook her head. "Losing my virginity to my lover. You are not my brother, and I am not your sister, not anymore. And to answer your question: It was unbelievably painful"—she grinned—"and incredible."
"I made a woman out of you." I winked.
"Yes, you did, sweetheart," she giggled.
I drew the pipe from her mouth and softly kissed her before gazing down at her pussy. "You're still bloody."
"I told you it was going to look like a massacre when your monster cock popped my cherry."
She clamped our lips together, and I giggled into her brute kiss.
"Here," I said.
I put back my pipe in her mouth and adjusted her to a sitting position, so she could lean against my pillows. I parted her legs and lay between them.
"Josh, I'm still bleeding!"
I smiled. "I know."
"God, you're such a fucking pervert," she giggled, "and I love you so much..."
I chuckled and started licking her bloody labia. The thought of drinking her virginity blood along with her vaginal fluids turned me on to a disturbing extent. I was a fucking pervert.
My sister spread her legs wide and was fiddling with my hair and smoking my pipe as I was orally pleasuring her. I swirled my tongue on her rosy clit and sucked on it until I got it pristine, aroused, and dangling in excitement. I licked her slit, doing my best to clean it, as well. I couldn't. Brooke was still trickling blood and her labia were back being flushed seconds later. It didn't stop me from continuously licking her, fighting that stream of blood with the full arsenal of my oral skills.
I started fingering her while alternating between sucking hard on her clit and licking her cunt lips. Brooke was panting on my pipe and was anxiously observing me at work, releasing a few labored whimpers.
"Josh, you missed a spot there," she gasped. "It's still bloody."
My sister was just as a pervert as I was. Maybe it was genetic, but we were both ridiculously liberal and knew no boundaries in bed, especially with each other. To pleasure one another was the greatest turn on for either of us.
I kept sipping her bloody nectar while tapping on her needy clit and fucking her with a single finger. A minute later, it was too much for her. She became rigid as she whimpered her heart out. I didn't let her go and kept fingering her wetness while tapping on her stimulated button; however, as much as my sister enjoyed being expertly handled by my fingers, my mouth is what she really wanted.
"You take all of me now like a good boy," she panted, clutching my hair and fucking my mouth silly.
She was so aroused that she came while squirting her bloody cum straight into my mouth, power-whimpering, and burying my face in her pussy, so I wouldn't even think of not gulping her dry.
I didn't disappoint my sister and zealously supped from her cunt hole until she was done spouting and fucking my mouth. Upon a first glance, her labia looked much cleaner now, almost immaculate. I waited to see if she continued bleeding, and when she did, I came to terms with the fact that I wouldn't be able to outlast her hurting cunt, so I french kissed her pussy and returned to lie on top of her.
"I was a good boy, Brooke, wasn't I? I didn't let you spill."
"You were a very good boy," she giggled, "but there is some of my blood on your lips." She gave my lips a couple of potent licks and proceeded to suck on them with her pair of succulent ones. "There. Spick and span."
"And I'm the pervert?"
She smirked in playfulness. "I never claimed I wasn't a pervert, also."
We shared a cheerful laugh.
I brushed her golden brown hair aside while staring into her big hazel eyes. She looked so vulnerable suddenly when her giggle died down. I reached for her cheek and stroked it with my thumb; in reply, she shut her eyes and melted into my touch. Her cheek snuggled up to the palm of my hand so endearingly, and the look on her pretty face was so serene, as if she was having the sweetest of dreams.
Watching her for a moment, I couldn't help wanting to protect her, to shelter her. It might have just been my brotherly instinct kicking in, yet I wasn't feeling like her brother now. My heart was pulsating when her long eyelashes flicked twice before she opened her eyes and stared back into mine in silence.
If before she looked somewhat vulnerable, she now looked to be in genuine distress. Her eyes accumulated tears with no detectable reason, and her breasts swelled further with each gasp. Her legs—that were spread with me between them—shivered and might have jolted once or twice. Whatever that was happening with her now shook me greatly as I could never withstand the sight of her in such anguish, and she did look severely distressed for whatever reason.
I would normally panic and assault her with a series of worry-stricken questions; however, my gut instinct told me to keep quiet, and so in stillness I remained. Her eyes fleetingly shut, letting go of her heartbreaking tears. She was weeping and shattering my heart in the process.
I almost couldn't take it anymore when her hand stroked the back of my head and drew me to her kiss, and what a kiss... slow, tender, and emotion-packed act of lapping and sucking. We were gently kissing, yet so much purpose was felt with each caress of the tongue, cling of the lips... It was an electrifying kiss that I yet to had felt.
Her arms enveloped my back and constricted me with force while her tongue was still flooding my mouth in her palatable saliva. She crushed herself with me, and her supple breasts bent to an unhealthy degree from the amount of down force she exerted. She broke our kiss and took my neck in her mouth while I was confined to her naked body unable to stir. She trailed her luscious lips across my neck with soft, wet kisses that had me trembling and panting in seconds.
She laid her tongue on my chin and licked her way back into my mouth to resume that devastating kiss. She was still applying an unreasonable pressure on my body to keep me glued to her and didn't seem ready to let go in the foreseeable future. I managed freeing my arms from her tight embrace and held her temples while gazing into her eyes, seeking for an explanation, yet her eyes were unwilling to disclose her frame of mind and permitted only tears to escape.
Her heartbeats pounded my chest more conspicuously as her crushed bosom fought to swell under the weight of my body. Her right arm released my back and vanished out of sight; however, the pressure on my masculine frame remained more than sufficient to keep me transfixed to her. Still gazing into her stormy, trickling eyes, I felt her hand gripping my manhood and stroking it with love.
My erection had peaked some time ago, when I was gulping that zesty cocktail of her cum and virginity blood, and my sister could no doubt feel it, as well. She leaned my metal hard prick against her thick, velvety bush and bobbed her skilful hand while giving her lips a lustful lick.
She guided my manhood to her entrance and gently pulled me into her. We both gasped for air in excitement as I began splitting her open. She was the perfect host, so moist and warm... Ideal conditions for my cock to thrive at. Well, almost. She was still extremely tight, and I knew I would need to fight once more for this divine privilege—penetrating her for just her second time.
Incredibly enough—and disturbingly enough— her eyes kept trickling tears, and as I leaned in and kissed them off her flushed skin, she locked her feet around my ass and tightened her grip to pull me all the way into her in a single, determined press.
Staring into her watery eyes, I moaned as her inconceivable wetness adhered to my cock. I watched as she arched her back and pressed her lush breasts harder against me, tenaciously forcing me into her. An acute intake of breath was integrated into that brutal skewer as her slender thighs twitched against me in abrupt jerks.
I terminated her shaky gasp of ache and desire when I pressed my lips to hers and kissed her with conviction. She parted her lips and sucked on mine before her tongue began its erotic dance in my mouth, drenching me in her toothsome mouth fluids. Drinking her sweet sap,I began gliding in and out of her, setting a slow loving pace to match the one of our kiss.
My sister was hurting and was moaning in pain and discomfort, and although she was crying, she didn't object this time, nor did she beg me to pull out. She knew it was just a matter of minutes until I stretched her enough and she felt better with me inside her. She soon was less twitching and more involved as I watched her relishing me undulating inside her, clogging her deeper down her narrow love tunnel.
Although excited as I had ever been, I was much gentler now and paid painstaking attention to Brooke's needs. Her inexplicable weeping and eccentric behavior were still very much present, and I suspected that they both had a tight relation to me.
"Honey, I'm not hurting now, am I?"
"No, baby, you're not hurting..." She licked her lips and let out a soft whimper. "You're perfect..."
"Get your legs up, sweetheart; hold them in the air."
"Why? What will that do?"
"It will give us a different angle; you might like it better. It will also let me go deeper."
"Deeper?" she worriedly asked. "How much deeper do you want to go in me? It feels like you're fucking my liver now."
"I want to go in you as deep as possible. If it hurts, put them back down. What do you say?"
"If you want to fuck me deeper, I'll let you, but just be gentle with me, Josh... the way you are now."
"I swear I'll be gentle."
My sister raised her legs in the air, and though I was still gently rippling inside her, I was easily stabbing her deeper. We kept making love like that for minutes, and from time to time, I picked up the pace and was gradually undulating harder. My sister was up in flames by now, and her skin felt warm to the touch and scarlet to the eyes.
"I can feel you so fucking deep," she gasped, her long fingernails caressing my back.
"It feels good though, isn't it?"
"So good... almost too good."She whimpered out loud.
"You're so pretty, Brooke—the prettiest thing I have ever laid eyes on."
"You're the most beautiful thing in this world, Josh," she whimpered. "You're breathtaking..."
"I love you so much."
"I love you, Josh," she gasped in pleasure. "Here we go, baby..."
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Thank for you reading, and I have a strong hunch you enjoyed this one in particular. I'll be happy to read your comments. Was it worth the wait? The pain? Did Josh make it up to you for his indecisiveness? What did you think about the deflowering? Please, let me know :-)
P.S. More is still to come...
May 3, 2018 in romance