When she got back to her room, her door was closed. She opened it to find Dean sitting in her overstuffed chair.
"Enjoy the show?" she teased.
"Why? Just tell me why," he asked, visibly upset.
"I thought you might want to see me lose my virginity... again. So, did you watch?"
"No."
"Now, don't lie, Bean," Sarah said.
"I'm already so confused by my emotions, but fucking with my head like this is just cruel. Really fucking cruel."
She walked over to him and sat on his lap. "I'm sorry, Bean. I never meant to hurt you ."
She ran her fingers through his hair, gently scratching his scalp with her fingernails. He closed his eyes. "I didn't ask for any of this. I was fine until you had me carry you to bed that night. Do you have any idea how fucked up it is that I am in love with my sister? That I constantly think about us together. There is no coming back from what we did, Tink. But seeing you now, I realize I am the only one carrying the burden of what we did. Is this a joke to you?" Dean said.
"No. It's not... no. We can't..."
"You weren't exactly saying no this morning," he said. "Why did we even have sex this morning? Were you thinking of Vasquez the whole time I was inside you?"
Her eyes started to glisten. "Of course not. I wasn't thinking of anyone. I was looking at you. My mind was only on you. Bean, I didn't think it would turn into something like this for you. You were so against it at first. How was I supposed to know? I just wanted to have something with my big brother that no one could take from me... and I thought it would be fun."
"Fun? You thought it would be fun! I can't... I don't understand this shit. It's one thing to do something so wrong, but it's another thing for me to be the first person you ever slept with," he said. "And have it turned into something. I didn't do you for the fun of it. I can't do this. Do you know I started therapy because of this?"
"I've driven you insane?" She sounded remorseful.
"Yes, Tink. You have driven me insane."
She continued to run her fingers through his mop of thick black hair. "I'm sorry." She went to kiss him, and he jerked his head away.
"No."
"Come on, Bean. Are you just never going to kiss me again?"
"Not like that. Back to kisses on the nose," Dean said.
"Oh. Come on. Don't break my heart."
She tried again. Again, he jerked his head.
"No, and you have no idea what a broken heart feels like."
She held his face in her little hands and looked into his eyes. "Don't be like this. Please. You know I love you."
God, she is so beautiful. Why can't I walk away? Just get up and walk away, Dean. Things will never be the same, but you need to develop a new normal.
He said nothing.
"You know I love you, Bean. Right?"
"More than you love Vasquez?" Dean asked.
"Without a doubt."
She went in for a third try, and he let her. It was a wildly inappropriate kiss between a big brother and a baby sister. She took his hand and slid it up under her pajama top. His palm engulfed her breast. He felt the nipple grow erect under it. He squeezed, and it made her kiss him more firmly.
"Make love to me," she whispered.
"We need to stop. We have to be done."
"Please. I need to feel you again. Slow and easy. I want to make love to you. What we did earlier was lustful fucking."
She kissed him again, putting her hand on his cock. "Please," she whispered, begging him.
"You just had sex with Vasquez. Not to mention me right before you did with him."
"Do you really want the last person I had sex with to be Eric?"
She was highly manipulative. She used whatever she needed to get what she wanted. He had always given in to what she wanted snd has been since the day she was born.
"This is the last time. I promise. Then we can go our separate ways and just be big brother and little sister again," she said. "Please don't say no. Just say yes, one last time."
She kissed him on the neck and nibbled on his earlobe.
He closed his eyes. "Fuck Tink." He paused. "Yes," he whispered.
He cradled her in his arms and stood up. He carried her to his bedroom, stripped his clothes off, and locked the bedroom door. He pulled her bottoms off as she unbuttoned her top. He got on his knees and began to kiss her. He pulled her close.
"What are you doing? Why are you on your knees?" She ran her nails on his scalp and played with his hair.
"Because I worship you, Sarah. I always have, and I always will. You are my world. You know that. You have been my reason for breathing for 21 years."
She smiled at him. "Really? I am?"
"Always will be." He kissed her stomach and looked up at her. "I love you, Sarah Grace."
She lovingly held his cheek. "I love you more. Maybe we should shower. I want to be clean for you," she said.
He looked up at her. "I think that would be an excellent idea, my love."
She put her hand out. Dean took it and rose to his feet.
As the water warmed up, they kissed. Their fingertips slowly caressed each other. His 6-foot 6-inch frame towered over her. They entered the shower together.
He washed her with great care from head to toe. He loved washing her long hair. He took exceptional care when washing her breasts and thighs, and he lingered longer than necessary on specific areas. His hands moved slowly with care and gentleness. His hands roamed over her. His hands slid down from her neck to her arms and down to her waist. He rubbed and massaged her ass. He got to his knees and washed her legs. His fingers tickled the sensitive skin on her thighs.
"Spread your legs. I need to clean him off of you, everywhere."
Her pussy started to clench at the anticipation of his touch. She was aching for his touch. She let out a moan as his hands ran up her inner thighs.
His fingers found her lips, and he ran his finger up and down her slit.
I don't like knowing he was touching you here. That he had his cock inside of your pretty cunt. Hand me the showerhead. I am going to be as thorough as possible.
She gave him the showerhead. He put the stream of water on pulse. He sprayed her up and down her slit and into her wet cave.
"Fuck," she moaned as his fingers caressed her clit.
"I need you to spread your legs a little more. I need to get everywhere he was." He inserted his thick long finger into her throbbing pussy.
His finger explored her insides, hitting every inch of her walls. He curled his finger up and found her pleasure spot. He stroked it, and her breathing became labored. He positioned the pulsing stream of water on her clit as he continued to stroke her.
"Holy God. That feels mind-blowing. I should have you clean me more often."
He withdrew his finger and rinsed off the juices that were coming from her hole. "You so wet."
"Why did you stop? I was about to--"
She stopped when she felt her opening stretch as he inserted two fingers.
She gasped. "Oh."
He started to thrust his thick fingers in and out of her. She started to grind on his hand.
"Do you think you're clean yet? Should I stop?" He smirked up at her.
You fucking stop, and I will never speak to you again.
"That can never happen." He went faster, and she couldn't stop her loud moans.
"Bean, I am going to come. Fuck me with your fingers, big brother. Oh yes. Ah... ah..." She grabbed his hair and pulled.
Her cum flowed out of her and down her thighs, coating his hand. She couldn't hold herself up anymore, and her legs gave out. He caught her and sat her on his lap. His cock was hard as granite, and having her little ass sitting on him didn't help the cause.
"I think that will do it. Nice and clean for my cock. You take a seat, and I am going to wash myself."
She nodded as she sat on the bench and watched him. She was squeezing her thighs together. She needed to feel him inside her filling her up. She was becoming impatient.
"Is it time yet? I think you're clean now," she said.
"Here?"
"Sure. Why not? This whole thing started with this shower. It's only fitting that it ends in this shower." She stood up on the bench. He was now almost face to face. His erection was poking her stomach.
He took her by the back of her thighs and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He kissed her neck, and she ran her fingers through his hair. He kissed her with greed. He couldn't get enough of her lips, her mouth, her small tongue.
"Ready for me?" he asked.
She nodded her head. "I could ask you the same thing."
"Yes. I craved you every second of every day."
"And I want you inside me."
He her ass cheeks spreading her pussy open wide for his eager cock.
He looked at her, and she nodded her head.
He slowly lowered her down, and she gasped at the pain from his massive coak, entering her small hole. Even after fingering her she still wasn't loose enough for him to comfortably enter her.
Am I hurting you, Tink?
It will go away as soon as you start massaging me from the inside with your cock.
He eased himself into her. She was moaning and gasping. His cock was hot and solid. She felt him twitch when he finally buried himself in her to the hilt.
"Oh God, you feel so good, so tight."
He had her pinned up against the wall, her legs wrapped around him. He pushed himself into her. His ass flexed with every thrust. His feet were firmly planted on the floor. They held each other tightly as if their survival depended on it. She buried her head in his neck. Her nails began to dig into his back. He pumped his shaft into her as deep as he could, hitting all of those special spots that drive a woman crazy.
"I love you," she moaned into his ear. "Do you love me more than you loved Allison?"
"You have no idea," he said.
They carried on for over twenty minutes. She bounced up and down on him. She couldn't get deeper inside her if he tried. She slammed up and down onto him. He watched her beautiful face as her orgasms came in waves his cock grew even larger and harder. His legs were beginning to burn. He couldn't hold his own orgasm back much longer.
"Do you need more? Are you pleased?"
She looked at him with her wide eyes and shook her head.
"I don't want it to be over. When I come, it's all over," Dean said sullenly.
"All good things must come to an end. Now thrust me hard till you explode up inside of me," she said.
"If you insist. I wouldn't want to leave you unsatisfied."
He started up again slowly. Softly. Gently.
"You can go faster. Harder. If you want," she said.
"Do you want me to?"
"I want this time to be whatever you want it to be."
He started to pound her hard. Her back was banging against the wall. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she began to convulse with pleasure. He slammed into her one last time before his whole body went stiff. He felt his cum invade her. Spurts of his hot seed released deep inside of her womb.
He held her and then dropped down to his knees. Still buried deep in her. "What do we do now?" he asked.
"Dry off and get dressed?"
"I mean after that."
"Do you want to move to Utah and start a secret life together? We've got enough money." She suggested.
"Something tells me you're not joking."
"Like you haven't thought about it?"
"I have thought about it a lot. Not necessarily Utah," he said.
"We can buy an Island," she said.
" Because that wouldn't draw any attention."
"Can we really just stop? Just like that?"
"You are my drug, Tink. I want to do whatever I need to to be with you like a real couple. But we need to think about this rationally," he said.
They were now sitting on the floor together, and he was cradling her in his arms. The water was starting to get cold.
"After we get out of this shower, we have to stop," he said.
"Then I want to stay here for the rest of my life."
"Don't say that. You will get married and have babies, and we will return to being what we were before the summer started."
"Hey Bean?"
"What?"
"Just so you know, Eric was good, but you're better. I don't want to sleep with other guys," she said, standing up and turning the water off.
"You're saying I ruined you for all men? That is extremely sweet. Messed up but sweet."
"So, no Utah?"
"No Tink. No Utah."
They dried off.
"Sleepover?" she asked.
"As long as we just sleep."
"I just want you to hold me. I love being in your arms, Bean. I always have. I always felt safe. I felt love."
They had been asleep for a few hours. She woke up and rolled over to look at him. He was so handsome. Why did he have to be her brother? Why did their parents have to meet? She traced the outline of his face. She ran her fingers along his lips. He stirred slightly.
"Can you hear me, Dean?" she whispered close to his ear. "I want to be your forever girl. I wish I could marry you and we could have a baby together. I want us to be a family. I know it can never happen, but I love you so much that I would if I could. Well, I mean, it could happen, but it would be highly frowned upon. Fucking society norms."
She kissed him. The soft touch of her lips gently woke him up. He kissed her back. He loved the feeling of their tongues touching. He could still taste the cinnamon toothpaste. He put his arm under her, scooped her up, and rolled her over on top of him.
"Do you really want just to sleep?" she whispered.
"Considering you woke me up by kissing me, I'm going to guess you don't," he said.
"I don't like the thought of never touching you again. Even more, I don't like the thought of you never touching me again."
He ran his fingers through her long blonde hair. "I think I should go home tomorrow," he said.
"What are you talking about? You are home, silly."
"No, I mean I should go back to my home, you know, the one I own in California."
"Why would you do that?"
"To get away from you. To stop the urges. To regain some control over my life. To find someone I can be with since I can't be with you." He kissed her on the nose.
"Then what? We will never see each other again? Christmas is coming, New Year, then Easter, then July 4th. We are required to be here as a family at about twelve different times of the year."
"Then I should start detoxing now. I should go home as soon as possible."
"But you'll stay for Thanksgiving, right? It's only four days from now. Please promise me."
"I'll do my best, but you can't leave a drug addict alone in a pharmacy," she said.
"One last hit. One More bump. Please do whatever you want to me. I'm your toy. Play with me."
He smiled, and it melted her insides. "Play with you? What can I do?"
"What do you want to do?"
He thought about it momentarily, and his ears turned red under his golden brown skin. "Would you do something for me?" he asked.
"Anything. Just ask."
"I know you can't fit me completely... I mean I would love to watch you... you know what? Never mind."
She sat up on his chest. "Bean. Do you want me to attempt to suck your cock?"
She ran her nails down his chest. He was blushing. She started kissing his chest and neck, going lower and lower. She slid down in between his legs. She came to his treasure trail.
"Turn the light on. Don't you want to see this better? Or maybe you would like to record it so you can watch it anytime you want."
"Wow. Would you let me do that?" He was surprised she would.
She took his cock in her hand and licked it up and down. "Of course. You could have recorded anything we have done."
"Well, I wish I had known about this sooner. I would have a complete franchise by now."
"So, are you going to record this?" she asked.
"Well, if you let me, I would love to make a POV video of you... riding me like the good cowgirl you are.." He looked shy.
"Let's get the horse ready to leave the stable."
He turned on the camera and hit record as she went down on him.
She started to lick him. She sucked and slurped. Taking as much as she could stuff in her little mouth. Her eyes watered as he thrusted his hips up fucking her pretty little face. They ended up in a lustful 69 position. The phone ended up on the floor.
He stuck his tongue deep into her. He ate until he couldn't feel his face anymore. It was slick and sticky with her cum.
"Are you ready for me, Tink?" Dean asked.
"You tell me."
He ran his tongue up her lips. "Feels like you are."
He picked up the phone to record her.
"Are you absolutely sure about this?" he asked.
She turned around in the reverse cowgirl position. She opened herself wide, spreading her lips apart. He watched her through the phone's camera. She took hold of him and pressed him into her. For the first time, he truly saw how wide open he stretched her.
"That doesn't hurt you?"
"If a baby can come out of it, you can go in it."
"Should I go slow and gentle or fast and hard?"
"Surprise me," she said.
"Hold my phone."
She took his phone and held it up, recording them. He took her by the hips, held her firmly, thrusted upward, and dropped her down hard.
"Holy fucking shit! Oh damn. That's the fucking delightful." She giggled.
She handed him the phone back. "Here, now fuck this little pussy raw."
"Oh, I love it when you talk dirty to me," he said.
She started moving very slowly. He kept saying this time would be the last time. She kept saying they had to stop. But it has happened three times now since he got here. All in the last 18 hours. She didn't see an issue with what they were doing. To her, sex was a way to show how much love someone has for a person. Not that useless and mindless sex didn't happen every day. She loved her brother so much that this was the pinnacle of how to express it. She wasn't doing it so that she could fuck someone. This was about love, not sex.
She lay back on his chest. He was still inside of her, pumping himself in and out of her.
"You are so limber, Tink."
He ran his hands over her torso and grabbed her breasts. He sat up in a crunch and kissed her neck. "I love your tits." He pinched her nipples.
She felt her heat grow. "You know how much I love you?"
He continued to run his hands over her body. He put his phone down. "Turn around and face me. I need to see you."
She got up and repositioned herself over his hard dick. She rubbed her clit with the velvety head of his cock.
"You're teasing me, Tink."
"Sisters tease their brothers. It's what we do." She screwed him into her. "Oh God. I love the feeling of you entering me."
"Come closer."
He sat up and embraced her. "I wish things were different."
She started slowly rocking back and forth. She put her forehead on his chest.
"This is the last time, isn't it?"