He's Mine Ch. 01

Anna can't help her desires for her brother.

I watched out my bedroom window as my brother worked on his car. I felt like I was spying on him, and to some extent that was exactly what I was doing. I could watch him from where I was without being seen. It made me feel kind of guilty. I'd been feeling guilty a lot lately.

I'd always loved Riley in the way only a little sister could. He was a couple years older than me, and when we were younger that had made him seem disproportionately smart and cool in my mind. An older sibling could either be the bane of a kid's existence, or their hero. I'd been lucky to end up with the latter. He'd always been nice to me growing up.

Things had changed somewhat as we got older. I accumulated more experience with the world, and grew infinitesimally wiser. As an eighteen-year-old girl, it took more for me to put up with my family than them simply being nice to me. If I got in one of my moods, them being nice was practically the same as oppressing me, for reasons that didn't make sense when I thought about them later. My parents didn't get it. Riley didn't either, but he handled it better.

Unlike Mom and Dad, Riley generally didn't try to reason with me when I was being petulant. Maybe that was part of what changed the way I saw him. I was used to frustration, or concern, or attempted understanding. He just let me be when I didn't want to talk to anyone. I wasn't sure if that was because he got me better than anyone, or if he just didn't feel the need to deal with me when I was like that.

I sighed and shook my head as I turned away from the window. I spent far too much time analyzing my brother's motivations. It was a far simpler explanation just to accept that I probably didn't matter to him as much as he did to me. I needed to stop obsessing.

I glanced back out the window before stepping away from it. I should have turned my attention to something else, but I already knew that wasn't going to happen. Riley looked like he'd be busy for a while, not that I knew much about cars and the maintenance thereof. Without consciously deciding to, I'd started planning excuses for going outside and keeping him company.

It was a warm and sunny day in one of the last days of spring. I was wearing a tight, sleeveless top and one of my shorter pairs of shorts. Nothing indecent, but the sort of thing I imagined might conceivably attract my brother's attention, even though it never seemed to. I walked outside and toward the garage in my bare feet.

"Hey," I called softly as I approached Riley.

He had the hood of his car up and was leaning over the engine playing with something inside. His shirt was stretched tight across his back. I stared for a second before he looked over his shoulder at me.

"Hey, Anna. What's up?"

"Nothin'. What ya doing?"

Riley straightened, letting his shirt hang normally, much to my disappointment. He had just enough definition in his body to make it interesting. It was one of the reasons I'd been feeling so guilty lately. I didn't want to admit it, but I was pretty sure I was crushing on him slightly; on my own brother. It was just about the most pathetic feeling.

"I'm just about to change the oil in my car," he said. "Nothing you're interested in, I'm sure."

He was right, I couldn't have been less interested if he'd told me he was planning on counting the blades of grass in the lawn. However, I wanted to stay, so I had to pretend like that wasn't the case.

"Can I watch anyway?"

He shrugged. "If you want to. It's not like I'll be the one bored to tears."

Riley set about draining the oil from his car, pausing occasionally to explain what he was doing. Apparently there wasn't much to it. I still wasn't sure what the process was, because I'd been watching him more than the car.

"So this is fun for you?" I asked.

He grinned. "Not fun exactly. It's more like... well, if I asked you if brushing your hair every morning was fun. Or putting on makeup. It's more about the results than the process. It keeps the car running, and that's what I care about."

I nodded. I actually kind of understood his point. I wasn't sure why oil needed changed if there was still plenty in the car, but he probably didn't understand the finer points of picking out the right outfit every day either. My current choice of clothing meant nothing to him, just like vehicle maintenance meant nothing to me. They were things other people worried about.

It bugged me a little that I never so much as caught Riley's eyes flick toward my chest. My top was tight enough around my breasts that they should have attracted at least a little attention, but then I was just his baby sis. I wasn't really a girl to him. That could have been part of the attraction he held for me; the fact that I didn't have a chance. People want what they can't have.

"So is that it?" I asked as he finished pouring new oil into his car.

"Pretty much. There's not much to it." He looked up at the sky, and the slow, fluffy clouds rolling past. It really was a nice day. "I'm kind of thinking of cleaning out some of the junk too. It's a good day for it."

"Uh huh."

I tried not to appear completely disinterested. It would mean more time watching him work, after all.

"Anna, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"What are you actually doing out here? I know you don't give a shit about what I'm doing, but you haven't left yet."

I looked away, hoping that my face wasn't flushing too badly. I was sure he knew the real reason, even though he couldn't possibly have guessed it.

"M'just bored," I mumbled.

"Really? You're bored so you came out here to be, what, slightly less bored?"

"I like hanging out with you sometimes, that's all."

I met his gaze again, hoping that my minor admission would distract him from further questioning. He could usually tell when I was lying, but all I was doing was failing to tell him the whole truth.

"Well, I can almost believe that. There must be something else though. You and Mom fighting again maybe?"

I shrugged rather than giving him an answer. He'd assume he guessed right, and that would take the pressure off of me to provide a better explanation. It wasn't uncommon for me to hang around my brother while I was avoiding Mom. He never seemed to get mad at me the way she sometimes did, but then I rarely gave him a reason to. There was no point in rebelling against my brother the way I sometimes did with my parents.

Riley let the subject drop and went back to work. He grabbed a garbage bag and opened up one of the doors to the back seat. I hopped up to sit on the trunk of his car while I watched him toss old wrappers and bottles into it. I wasn't really sure what to do with myself, though I couldn't seem to make myself stop staring.

"Anna!"

I jumped a little when I heard my name called. I turned back toward the house and saw Mom looking at me. Her hands were on her hips, but she didn't look to upset other than that. I rapidly tried to think of what I could have done this time.

"What?" I called back.

"You have vacuuming to do. Don't think your brother's going to protect you from it."

I'd actually forgotten about being told to vacuum earlier. If I'd remembered I probably would have sat behind the car instead of on it so that I couldn't be seen from the house. I gave Riley a regretful glance before hopping to my feet and trudging toward the house. He seemed mildly amused.

"I forgot," I mumbled as I passed Mom.

"Sure you did, honey. Funny how much worse your memory is about certain things."

I bit back a reply that would just get me in more trouble. I was in a good enough mood that I got the vacuum out and started working on the floors without further complaint or excuses. At least I was able to daydream about my brother while I did my chore.

An upside to the noise was that Mom couldn't lecture on the value of a strong work ethic me while I was busy. Granted, that was more Dad's thing anyway. Mom tended to be of the opinion that I liked to deliberately push them to see how much they'd give. I wasn't sure if I preferred being considered lazy, or a brat.

I was still able to see Riley out some of the windows as I vacuumed around them. The floor in those areas got a lot more attention than the rest did. Mom walked by once while I was going back and forth over the same piece of floor, but she didn't say anything. She just shook her head and kept moving. She probably didn't care if I wanted to be inefficient, just as long as I got it all done.

The whole process took longer than it should have, but I got it finished. I spent most of the time either thinking about Riley, or trying not to think about him. I wished I could have developed a crush on some other boy, one I didn't live with. That would have made it slightly easier to get him out of my mind, at least.

Against my better judgement, I immediately headed back outside when I was done with the vacuuming. Riley was still working on his car. There were small piles of things on the ground, and the garbage bag had become much fuller than when I'd left. It looked like he'd also gotten a bucket of water to wash down his windows.

"What'd you do, Anna, vacuum the ceilings too?"

He spared me a glance and a brief flash of a teasing grin.

"I wasn't that slow," I protested, even though it was a lie.

"I had time to almost finish before you got back. Seems pretty slow to me."

"What makes you think I came straight back? I have other stuff to do, you know."

"If that was true, then how come you're back at all?"

"Because... shut up. Because I didn't have that much to do. Just... some stuff."

Riley smirked and dropped his cloth into the soapy water in the bucket.

"If you want something to do, you could always go grab us some beers."

I frowned. "What do you mean us?"

He shrugged. "Or just get me one. Or do nothing. It's up to you."

I opened my mouth, then closed it. I looked back toward the house. Riley might drink occasionally around our parents, but I didn't. Even though it hadn't be specifically forbidden, I was under the impression that I wasn't yet allowed. Just because my brother didn't seem to care about the potential consequences didn't mean there wouldn't be any. I didn't want to pick a fight with Mom right now.

On the other hand...

Part of me was excited about the idea of sneaking around a little. Generally I didn't defy my parents just for fun, but I had to admit that sometimes the mere act of rebelling was enough to sway my choices. More importantly, it was an excuse to spend more time with Riley. I liked that I was old enough in his mind that he didn't hesitate about the idea of drinking with me.

"Fine," I said before I realized I'd come to my decision. "You better not tell Mom though."

"Why? 'Cause she might report her daughter for underage drinking? She won't care."

"If she doesn't know, she definitely won't."

Riley gave me a little smile and pulled his fingers across his lips to indicate he'd stay silent on the subject. That was good enough for me.

I headed back inside, walking quietly on my bare feet, listening intently to try and determine where Mom was in the house. I made it to the kitchen without seeing or hearing her. I took a deep breath and let it out before reaching into the fridge and grabbing two cans of beer. There was a chance that Riley was right about me being old enough that Mom wouldn't care, but it was more exciting to believe that I was taking a risk. Some part of me enjoyed skirting the lines of acceptable behaviour too much for my own good.

I snuck back outside, walking quickly while trying not to look like I was in a hurry. Riley was right where I'd left him. I handed him one of the beers before opening my own. I felt kind of clumsy next to his practiced motion.

"Cheers," he said, tapping his can against mine.

He took a long swallow and seemed to enjoy it. I tried to match the drink he'd taken and instantly regretted it. He laughed at the face I made. I glared at him, but that only made his laughter worse.

"I thought this was supposed to taste good."

"It does." He wiped away a tear. "But it can take some getting used to. I can take comfort in knowing you're not secretly an alcoholic, at least. There's no way you could have faked that expression."

"Shut up."

I tried again, this time sipping at the liquid instead of trying to swallow half the can all at once. I still wasn't convinced I liked it, but at least I managed to drink it without sending my brother into another fit of giggles.

We moved around behind Riley's car and sat with our backs to the garage. I made sure the car was between me and the house, just in case. I gradually got the hang of taking larger swallows without letting my distaste for it show. I decided that even if I never grew to like it, I could at least pretend I did.

"So, Anna, what's really going on with you?"

I took another drink to save myself from answering for a few seconds. I wasn't sure if the alcohol was beginning to affect me, or if it was just the mess of confused emotions inside me. Either way, I didn't feel up to a serious conversation.

"Nothin'," I lied.

"Are you sure? Because it definitely doesn't seem like nothing."

"Well maybe I just don't want to talk about it then."

"No, you probably don't. How 'bout you tell me anyway?"

I shook my head and stared down at my beer can. I was holding it in both hands like a child, and I kind of felt like one. I wished someone would come along and tell me what to do and make everything okay. It wasn't like I could just come out and tell my brother exactly what my problem was. That would only make things worse.

"None of your business."

"You're right, it isn't. Thing is, it seems like you want to tell me, but you're scared to."

I jerked my head up toward him, only to find that he was staring right back at me. His gaze was steady and confident. Mine wasn't.

"How would you even know that?"

"How do you think? I've lived with you for, what, eighteen years, give or take? You keep giving me funny looks, and you're quieter than usual, and we've pretty much established that something's bugging you. What other conclusion am I supposed to draw?"

I winced a little when I heard that he'd noticed me looking at him. Thankfully he hadn't guessed my actual motivations, but it still left me in an awkward spot.

"You wouldn't understand."

I regretted the words as soon as they were out of my mouth. I had basically admitted that I was hiding something and that he was right about me wanting to share it with him. Both of those things were true, but I had good reasons for keeping quiet. Now he was just going to pry more.

"Why would you assume that? I can be a very understanding person."

"I still can't tell you."

Riley was silent for a moment. I risked a glance at him and found that he was staring off into the distance, clearly thinking about something.

"You killed someone?" he guessed.

"What? No! Why would-"

"You discovered you're a lesbian?"

"No, I-"

"You're depressed and thinking about killing yourself?"

"No. Are you seriously going to keep doing this?"

"Unless you tell me, yes. It's up to you." He paused. "You're a drug dealer?"

I shook my head and looked down. I had about half my can of beer left, and it was starting to get warm. In a fit of desperate idiocy, I raised it to my lips and downed the remainder of the can in one go. It was gross and made me feel kind of sick, but I managed to finish it. I burped loudly, making Riley smile and stop his irritating guesses briefly.

"I have a crush on you," I blurted.

I didn't dare look at him after speaking. I didn't know what his reaction would be, but the odds of it being anything good were so low as to be negligible. I wouldn't even be able to blame it on the beer since I wasn't actually drunk and he knew that as well as I did.

"Really?"

"Would I make something like that up?"

"No," he said slowly. "No, I don't think you would."

I felt his eyes on me without looking. I flushed under his imagined gaze and wished I had another beer handy. It seemed like a perfect time to find out what getting drunk felt like.

"You can go ahead and tell me how stupid it is," I mumbled. "I'm ready for it."

"I would, except you're clearly already aware of that. Plus, I'm not convinced there's any such thing as a not-stupid crush."

A small smile crossed my lips, but it quickly faded. We both knew that me having a crush on him was worse than the usual array of poorly chosen objects of one's affection. It wasn't like it was just a teacher I was attracted to, or a hot older guy, or a movie star. Those wouldn't have been nearly as bad.

"I don't know what I'm s'posed to do."

"Neither do I. It's a tough one."

"Maybe I should just, like, go."

I started to push myself to my feet, only to be stopped by Riley's hand on my arm. He looked at me with obvious concern on his face. I was sure he would have been angry, or amused, or... something else. I hadn't expected him to worry about me. My hopes rose a little.

"Anna, you're not going to start avoiding me now, are you?"

"Wouldn't that be better?"

"Easier maybe, probably not better." Riley shook his head and sighed. "I'm glad you told me. You may not believe that, but I do. It's something that we should work out somehow."

"But if I hadn't told you, you wouldn't need to worry about it."

I sat back down since he insistently refused to let go of my arm. I was glad he didn't want me to avoid him, but I knew he'd eventually draw the same sort of conclusion I had; there was nothing to be done about my unfortunate attraction except to hope it went away on its own.

"And you would have made yourself miserable over it," he said. "I may not feel the same things you do, but I still love you."

My heart beat a little faster at my brother's words. I knew what he meant, but hearing him say that he loved me still affected me. It wasn't something we said to each other very often. I hoped I wasn't blushing.

"So what do we do now?" I asked.

Riley shook his head. "I have no idea."

His arm went around my shoulders and pulled me closer. I stiffened at his touch, but allowed myself to be drawn toward him. I leaned my head against his body and felt myself slowly relax. It was nice being held by him.

For several minutes we sat there without speaking or moving. I glanced up at Riley's face a couple of times, and he seemed lost in thought. He had a lot to think about, thanks to me. I tried to stop feeling guilty about my confession, but there really wasn't any way of forcing it.

I jolted upright at the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. It could have been anyone, in theory, but I was sure it would be Dad. I looked down at the beer can I was still clutching and experienced a moment of panic. All I could do was pray that Riley was right and that our parents wouldn't care if I was drinking.

Riley's car sheltered us from sight for a few more seconds. Without saying anything, he reached over and took the can from me, placing it beside him on the ground just as Dad pulled up in his usual spot.

"Hey, Dad," Riley said as our father opened his car door.

Dad looked at us suspiciously. "You kids aren't hiding from your mother out here, are you?"

I knew he meant it as a joke, but it sounded too much like and accusation to my already-nervous mind.

"Nah, we're just talking," Riley said, continuing to save me from my vocal paralysis. "I was doing some work on my car."

"And celebrating a job well done, I see," Dad said, nodding to the beer in my brother's hand. "Just as long as you're not corrupting your sister," he added with a wink.

I had to fight to keep silent this time. I was torn between telling Riley "I told you so," and telling Dad that I didn't need protected. Neither option was in my best interest.
****

I stayed quiet through supper that evening. I kept looking across the table to my brother, then looking away. I didn't want to be caught staring, but I couldn't stop my eyes from wandering. He was the only thing on my mind; him and the complications he presented in my life. I still felt guilty for involving him.

Riley managed to deflect most of our parents' attention from me, for which I was grateful. I wasn't in a mood to hold much of a conversation. There was also the chance that either Mom or Dad might take my silence for something other than what it was, and that it would lead to trouble. Arguments had started over less.

I was disappointed when Riley headed out later to go to a friend's house. I shut myself in my room for the rest of the evening, alone with my thoughts. I kept returning to the memory of sitting next to my brother, snuggled up against him. Just thinking about it made me feel calmer and happier.

Eventually my mind drifted into more explicit territory. I bit my lip and closed my eyes as I imagined Riley taking his shirt off while he worked on his car. Or, better yet, barging into my room while I was lying on my bed, helpless against anything he might try.

My hand moved down my body as my fantasies progressed. My nimble fingers slid easily into my panties and I let out a small sigh of contentment as they brushed the sensitive skin underneath. I forced myself to use a light touch; I was in the mood to make it last.

****

I woke up sometime in the middle of the night. The house was perfectly quiet, other than the faint sounds my mattress made as I rolled over. I hadn't heard Riley get back, but I assumed he must have at some point. I grabbed one of my pillows and clutched it to my chest, pretending it was him. It didn't even come close to mimicking his body.

The thought occurred to me that there was nothing stopping me from going to my brother's room and getting the real thing instead of playing make-believe with my pillow. Or rather, nothing other than my fear of rejection. I was pretty damn terrified of making him angry. I held out hope that we could at least maintain a regular brother and sister relationship as long as I was careful. If I said or did the wrong thing at the wrong time, there was a very real chance that he'd decide I was beyond salvation.

Still, it wasn't like physical contact had suddenly become verboten between us. Riley had made it clear that he didn't want to push me away. Maybe I had a little more leeway than I thought.

I swung my feet onto the floor and stood up. I was filled with an odd, unfamiliar sense of resolve. I knew what I wanted and how to get it and, physically speaking, there was nothing to stop me. As long as I kept my emotions in check, I'd be fine.

I padded out to the hallway and down to Riley's room. His door was closed, but it opened easily, barely making a sound as it swung inward. I could see the shape of my brother's body under his blanket. It was weirdly comforting just knowing he was asleep in his bed where he should be.

My bare feet didn't make a sound as I crept closer. His breathing caused his blanket to rise and fall slowly. I only hesitated for a second before lifting the corner of his blanket and slipping in next to him.

It was warm under the covers. It wasn't at all like crawling into my bed for the night; I always had to warm it up myself. Riley's was already the perfect temperature. I began to feel drowsy just lying there beside him. My courage abandoned me before I could cuddle up to him, but not enough that I considered withdrawing. It felt nice being right where I was.

****

I woke up in my own bed the next morning, which confused me. I wondered if I'd dreamed going to Riley's room. The only other possibility I could see was that he'd carried me back to my bed while I slept. I wasn't sure what to make of the situation either way.

Riley was already at the breakfast table by the time I got there, along with our parents. He gave no sign of feeling any different toward me than he had yesterday, but then he might have just been pretending nothing was amiss. It wasn't like he could talk freely with Mom and Dad so close by. I needed to get him alone with me somehow, preferably soon so I didn't have a chance to worry too much over nothing.

"Riley, can you give me a drive to school today?" I asked.

My relatively innocent question attracted the attention of all three members of my family. I blushed and looked down, already regretting my poorly thought-out request. I should have waited until we left the table to ask him. It would have achieved the same result either way, and it wouldn't have involved our parents.

"You don't need to bother your brother," Mom said. "What's wrong with the bus? I better not hear that you got kicked off for some reason."

I flushed and bit back my response. Leave it to Mom to assume I'd done something wrong. All I wanted was a few minutes of privacy with my brother.

"It's fine," Riley said. "Anna mentioned it to me before. She wants to get in a little earlier today, that's all. She has a group presentation to prepare for."

I gave him a look of gratitude, conveying silent thanks for his continued efforts to save my ass. It was a good thing he had a brain on him, because lately I was pretty much hopeless.

"Well... that sounds alright," Dad said. "I don't think we have a problem with that, do we, dear?"

Mom didn't look entirely convinced, but her expression has softened. "No, I suppose not."

I left the table as soon as I felt safe doing so, leaving most of my breakfast untouched. I began picking out an outfit for the day, putting more care into my choices than usual. It took me a while to realize that it was probably because I knew I'd have time alone with my brother. Even without being conscious of it, I wanted to make him notice me.

I settled on a shirt that was tight enough to accentuate what curves I had, and was cut just low enough to give a hint of cleavage. I paired it with the shortest skirt I dared wear to school. My choice of clothing was risky and could end up getting me in trouble if one of my teachers was in a bad mood, but that was a problem for the future.

Riley knocked on my door a little later on. I had finished dressing and was examining my outfit and hair in my mirror, making sure nothing was out of place. He stuck his head in and raised an eyebrow at me.

"Ready to go? We need to leave pretty soon if you don't want to blow your cover story."

I nodded. "Yeah, just let me grab my stuff."

I spared a final glance at my mirror before hurrying to get my school things together and meet my brother at his car. He started driving before I'd even gotten my seatbelt on. I sat quietly at first, unwilling to break the comfortable silence.

"So why'd you want a ride?" Riley finally asked. "You know I deserve an answer after I bailed you out."

"It... it's not important."

I hated myself for chickening out, but all of a sudden I didn't want to get into a real discussion. I just wanted to sit and think. It was kind of annoying how often I seemed to want what I couldn't have.

"It was just another attempt at getting alone time with me, wasn't it?"

I looked at Riley, but his face gave me precious few clues as to his mood.

"Kind of, I guess. I thought you might be mad about last night. It was hard to tell without getting you alone."

"You thought I might be upset and you immediately force us to spend time together?"

"Well... okay, so it sounds stupid when you put it that way."

I leaned my head against the window and watched the scenery pass. Riley wasn't mad, that was about the only thing I was sure of. It was hard to know exactly what he was feeling.

"You're a lot cuter when you're asleep, you know that?"

I jerked my head up, turning back to my brother questioningly. His face continued to betray nothing. He had either just complimented me, sort of, or he was teasing me.

"Thanks?"

A thin smile crossed his lips, then disappeared again.

"I s'pose it's not all bad having a girl sneak into my bed. Some guys would kill for that."

"Probably not if the girl was their sister."

His eyes flicked toward me for a second, then back to the road. His smile came back, wider this time.

"You clearly haven't been on some of the web sites I have."

I stared at him, unsure that he was saying what I thought he was. I decided there really wasn't much else it could be.

"Are you telling me you've looked up, like, incest porn or something?"

"Well... 'or something' is about right. There's a lot of stuff to be found, and you don't always even have to go looking for it."

Bizarrely, I found that I was disappointed by his answer. For a brief moment I'd allowed myself to think that maybe he wasn't as uninterested in me as he seemed to be. I knew that was stupid and that I was nothing more than a little sister to him, but hope was a powerful, dangerous thing.

"Oh," I said.

"Don't look so sad, Anna."

"M'not sad. It's just, like, I know you don't feel what I feel, but it kinda sucks that that's the way things are."

"Life sucks. It's something you just have to get used to." He shook his head. "That wasn't really the point I wanted to make. I actually... can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Okay, well... what is it you want exactly?"

I frowned. "What do you mean?"

"What do you want from me? Like, what do you want to happen between the two of us?"

"I want... well... I guess I don't know. I mean, what's the point of even thinking about that?"

Riley looked like he was going to respond, then abruptly shut his mouth. He faced straight ahead, not looking at me even out of the corner of his eye. A few seconds later he pulled over and stopped the car. I was kind of afraid that he was going to kick me out and make me walk the rest of the way.

"You've thought about it," he said quietly. "I know you have. Don't try to tell me you haven't."

He stared at me with a sudden intensity. Gazing into his eyes felt dangerous somehow, like looking at the sun.

"It was never anything serious," I mumbled, squirming uncomfortably in my seat.

"Tell me."

"I... I think about you a lot, mostly. And I like watching you sometimes."

"And?"

My face flushed. I could feel the heat of the extra blood flow.

"Sometimes I masturbate while I think about you," I said in a voice barely louder than a whisper. "It's sick, okay? I know that. But I swear I don't have, like, plans to get you all to myself or anything."

"Really? Crawling into bed with me every now and then is enough for you, is it?"

I flinched and looked away. "If you're gonna be mad about that, just... just yell at me or something. At least let me know. You're pulling the same bullshit Mom and Dad do when they're mad but trying to act like they aren't."

Riley was silent for a moment, and I tensed up a little more with each passing second. I didn't expect him to yell at me, but then I had no idea what he might do. The anticipation was almost certainly worse than whatever was coming.

"I'm not mad, Anna. I meant it when I said you're cute when you're sleeping."

He took my chin and physically turned my head back toward him. He was leaning in close to me, close enough that I could feel his breath on my skin. I was getting emotional whiplash from our conversation.

"Then what are you, Ri? What exactly are you trying to convey? Because I'm not getting it."

He smiled tightly, then leaned in closer and kissed me softly on the forehead.

"Sorry, little sis. I don't really have an answer for you."

Riley put his car back into gear and drove me the rest of the way to school. He ignored any further attempt at a discussion, and I soon gave up. It was kind of disconcerting to be relieved when he dropped me off. School was usually a place I couldn't wait to get away from. Given my brother's current mood, sitting through a few classes sounded better than trying to guess what was going on in his head. Upon reflection, I wondered if that was how he felt about me.

****

I didn't initially intend to press my luck that night. My plan had been just to go to sleep and leave Riley alone, but that didn't happen. I kept thinking about how much more comforting it was lying next to my brother instead of alone in my bed.

I got up and padded down to Riley's room, my bare feet barely making a sound against the cold floor. His door swung open just as quietly, and I tiptoed closer to his bed. He appeared to be asleep; his eyes were closed, his breathing was regular, and he showed no sign of reacting to my approach. I was ready to crawl in next to him when I stopped and frowned. Something didn't feel right about his supposed state of unconsciousness.

For a long moment I stood still and simply observed my brother. Nothing changed, and I gained no further insight from studying him, but somehow I couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't really sleeping. The longer I watched him, the more certain I became.

Instead of lying down, I opted to sit on the bottom corner of Riley's bed. I crossed my legs and hunched over a little to lean on my elbows, then went still. I held the pose for a few minutes, content to simply wait and watch.

"Are you seriously going to just sit there all night?"

I couldn't help smirking a little at Riley's mumbled question. He'd been faking it after all.

"Are you going to stop me?"

He sighed heavily and rolled over so he could face my general direction.

"How exactly would I stop you, Anna? I honestly don't know what I'm supposed to do with you. I was fully prepared to share my bed again tonight, and then... well, you decide you don't want to, apparently."

"So you're just trying to appease me? Maybe hope I lose interest? That's-"

"Maybe I'm just trying to be nice. Maybe I'm trying to give you what you want, to whatever small extent that I can."

Riley's tone held a definite note of irritation. I cringed and pulled my legs up to my chest, huddling against them as though they'd protect me.

"Sorry," I said, my voice barely louder than a whisper.

All of a sudden I wished I'd stayed in my own bed. I could have held one of pillows to my chest and pretended I was cuddling with my brother like I had so many other times. It would have been a poor facsimile, and more than a little pathetic, but it could have kept me out of trouble.

Riley's expression softened noticeably as he sat up and shook his head slowly. I could tell the gesture wasn't directed at me so much as the world in general.

"I wish I could return your feelings," he said, his voice now matching mine. "Or maybe take yours away. Or... something."

"It's okay. You try. That's part of why I-"

I stopped, unwilling to finish my statement. I was sure he could guess well enough if he wanted to.

"Anna..."

I shook my head. "It's fine, I can deal with it. I've been doing okay on my own, more or less."

I started to get up, but Riley stopped me. He held my arm gently, but I could sense the strength in his grip. Knowing that he could easily overpower me if he wanted to did funny things to me. Just the thought of what it would be like to be on my back under him, being held down, knowing that he could do whatever he wanted to me...

"You make things so difficult," Riley said, interrupting my thoughts before they got too far away from me.

"So do you."

A hint of a smile passed across his lips. He tugged me toward me him, urging me closer. I thought about resisting just so he'd have to pull harder, but quickly gave in. I wanted to be near him more than I wanted to test the viability of my insane fantasies.

Riley pulled back his covers and guided me to lie down beside him. I was a little disappointed when he didn't put his arm around me, or even lie on his side facing me, but I understood his choice not to. I was just happy that he hadn't kicked me out of his room.

"Sleep, okay? I'm too tired for a conversation like this."

"Alright."

I lay still while Riley rolled over and put his back to me. I was content just to stay where I was at first. I could feel my brother's body heat, and I could hear his breathing. That should have been enough to lull me to sleep. However, a small voice inside me insisted that I could push just a tiny bit more without suffering any further consequences. I knew I shouldn't, but I was in a suggestible mood.

Slowly, carefully, I rolled toward my brother. I slipped my arm over his side and around to his tummy. He stiffened at the contact, and I sensed that he was on the verge of reprimanding me. Instead, his hand moved to cover mine, and squeezed it gently. He didn't say anything, and neither did I.

****

I was even happier than usual to remember that it was Saturday when I woke up the next morning. Weekends were always good, but even more so when I was lying in bed with my brother and didn't have to get up. I snuggled up against his back and hugged him a little tighter as he continued to doze.

My hand wandered slightly over Riley's tummy and chest. As far as I could tell my minor caresses weren't disturbing his slumber. He remained resolutely unconscious and oblivious to my fondling. I couldn't help beginning to consider what else I could get away with before he woke up and stopped me.

I felt a pang of guilt at the realization that I was essentially molesting my brother while he was helpless. It was short-lived, however, and didn't stop the wheels from turning. I really wasn't any good at quitting while I was ahead.

I hesitated, debating the merits of being adventurous against those of being cautious. I'd hate myself if I went too far and managed to push Riley away for good, but at the same time I'd never get anywhere by not taking chances when they presented themselves. There were things I wanted to try, and I had the opportunity to do so right in front of me.

I slipped all the way under the covers so that not even my head was left outside. I half-crawled, half-slid my way to the foot of the bed while doing my best not to pull on any of the bedding too much. Riley was still on his side rather than his back, which made what I was about to do even trickier. I had very little room to maneuver, and I couldn't see all that well to begin with.

Riley had worn a pair of boxers to bed. They were all that separated me from what lay beneath. A fresh wave of guilt swept over me at the idea of trying to get a peek at my brother's penis. It just wasn't something I should even be considering. I'd mostly come to terms with my illicit attraction to my only sibling, but I recognized that there was a big difference between thinking about crossing a line and actually doing it.

My hand moved of its own accord, not waiting for me to make up my mind. I located the opening in the front of Riley's boxers and used it to my advantage. I held my breath as I slipped my fingers into his underwear. I knew what was on the other side, yet somehow it still shocked me as I made contact with something warm and soft.

My brother's cock. It seemed so unreal-like I was dreaming-but it was all true. He was completely flaccid and admittedly somewhat unimpressive in that state, but nevertheless I had what I wanted. I almost burst into a fit of victorious giggles, but was able to restrain myself.

I wrapped my fingers around Riley's penis, squeezing it gently. It reacted to my touch, stiffening slowly, but noticeably as I held it. My body tingled and whatever small sense of caution I'd had deserted me. I moved my hand gently up and down, helping his erection to keep growing.

I was delirious, lost in a world all of my own. I was engaged in the stupidest, most morally reprehensible thing I could ever remember doing, but I felt no fear or remorse. In some bizarre way things made sense to me in that moment. My obsession with my brother wasn't just some rebellious need to go after the least acceptable guy around; it was something deeper than that. He had the capacity to make me feel good in a way no one else could, in more ways than one. I knew I could do that for him too if he'd let me.
With my help, Riley's cock eventually grew to its full length. It was so hard in my hand that I almost couldn't believe it had started out as soft as it had. There was no way my brother should have been able to sleep through a change like that in his body, yet somehow he did. I wondered if he was having a sexy dream that was distracting him from the stimulation he was getting.

I stroked his erection, experimenting with different amounts of pressure and speed. I wasn't getting much feedback, but I liked seeing how it felt jerking him off in different ways. My pussy became increasingly wet as I played with my sleeping brother. I didn't think I'd ever been so turned on.

Finally I couldn't restrain myself any longer. Riley refused to roll onto his back on his own, so I had to take matters into my own hands. Toying with him while he was lying on his side was fun, but also somewhat awkward and limiting. I wanted better access.

I put gentle pressure on Riley's upper hip, trying to guide his body to roll over. I wasn't sure why I thought that would work. After several seconds of no results, I pushed harder. I was forced to manhandle him if I wanted any kind of movement. I managed to get him partly rolled over without shoving him hard enough to wake him. He still wasn't flat on his back, but it was closer.

Riley's erection was now sticking up at a steep angle. I leaned in closer until my face was mere inches away. I was able to get a much better look at it than before, and not only that but I could smell his arousal too. My clit throbbed in my panties, begging for some attention.

I ignored my body's demands and kept staring at my brother's cock. It was so close I could almost taste it. Literally. I lowered my head a little more and stuck out my tongue. I gave a quick lick across the underside of Riley's shaft, shivering at the naughty thrill it gave me. My second lick was longer, traveling nearly his entire length. I got a small taste of his precum from the tip, which only encouraged me to keep going. I was beyond the point of rational thought.

With every lick I lingered longer and longer around the head of his cock, until at last I didn't pull away. My lips parted, stretching into a roughly circular shape. I pressed my mouth down over his hard shaft, slowly taking it inside. His hard flesh slid over my tongue and lips, lubricating itself on my saliva as it went. I wanted it all, and I was determined not to stop until I got it.

I was so focused on what I was doing that I didn't take it as anything amiss when Riley's legs shifted. I was just happy that the movement gave me a slightly better angle to work with. When the covers were abruptly pulled away from me I actually clued in that something was happening. I looked up with my mouth full of cock to find my brother staring right back at me.

"Goddammit, Anna."

I stayed frozen in place, as though he might forget that I was there if I didn't move. It wasn't in any way a sensible plan, but luckily Riley didn't actually look mad. Confused, resigned, groggy, and perhaps a little annoyed, but not mad.

"What the hell am I supposed to do with you?" he asked in a half-whispered voice.

I decided the question wasn't really meant to be answered. I hesitantly bobbed my head up and down in small motions, sliding my brother's cock back and forth over my lips. I licked the underside of his shaft as it passed over my tongue. He hadn't yet tried to stop me and I took that as a good sign.

Riley propped himself up on his elbows, and for a short while he just watched me. I did my best to maintain eye contact, but that was tricky when I was more concerned with working on his cock. Eventually he groaned and lay back down. I didn't know if it was because he was too turned on, or because he was simply giving up, but either way it looked like he was going to let me finish him off.

My brother gave a low moan as I took him deeper in my mouth, almost to the base of his shaft. I gagged as the head pressed into my throat and was forced to pull back a little. I was disappointed that I couldn't take all of him, but still determined to do the best job I could. I had a chance-perhaps the only one I'd get-to please my brother in a unique way. If I did a good enough job maybe it would lead to more in the future.

Riley's fingers brushed against the side of my face, pushing back a few stray hairs. I leaned into his touch, encouraging him to caress me. Our eyes met again and I noted that his expression had softened. He looked at me with the eyes of a caring brother, and the faint smile of a guy getting a morning blowjob. His gaze sent a thrill through my body and made my clit throb urgently.

His hand stayed on my head as I bobbed up and down. He didn't try to guide my movements, but instead just let it sit there, communicating his feelings to me in a way that words couldn't match. It was an acceptance, a willingness to let me do what I desperately wanted to.

"You're gonna make me cum if you keep that up."

I grinned slightly at his soft words. The cock in my mouth kept me from smiling too widely. Making him cum was the whole point. His acknowledgement spurred me on, and on a whim I tried pressing his cock into my throat once again. My gag reflex wasn't quite as strong this time, and the cute little noises he made in response to my efforts made the discomfort worthwhile.

Riley came moments later. His first shot of cum hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed it without even thinking. I quickly pulled back so that his cum would land on my tongue instead and used my hand to jerk off the base of his shaft. Several more pulses of semen coated the inside of my mouth as I stroked him with small, fast movements. I swallowed most of it, but kept some in my mouth when he seemed to be finished. I let the salty, slightly bitter taste linger on my taste buds, savouring my first taste of my brother's essence.

"I kinda hate to have to say this, but that was pretty fucking awesome," Riley said.

I swallowed the last of his cum and grinned shyly as I pushed myself up into a comfortable kneeling position.

"Thanks."

All of a sudden I felt somewhat embarrassed. Not enough to flee the room, but enough to keep me frozen uncertainly at the foot of Riley's bed, unsure of what to do next. I no longer had the same clarity of purpose as I had a moment ago.

"I always liked the idea of getting waking up like that," Riley mused. "But of all the girls..." He shook his head. "My own little sister. God help me."

"No one has to know."

"They better not. This is bad enough as it is. If anyone..." He paused. "I'm sure you understand the consequences as well as I do."

I nodded. "I swear, I won't ever tell anyone."

"I'd say I won't either, but I'm afraid that when I inevitably need a therapist this incident is going to come up."

I looked down, away from his face. I toyed with my fingers in an unsuccessful attempt to distract myself.

"It's not that bad, is it? That I'm your sister? I mean, obviously it's bad, but..." I pushed my hair back behind my ear and looked off to the side of the room, still avoiding his gaze. "Does the idea of it really bother you that much? Even if no one else knows?"

"It was a joke, Anna. Not a good one, but still." He sighed heavily. "It bothers me. I'd be lying if I said it didn't. But maybe... maybe it's not so bad."

Hope rose inside me, and I dared to look at my brother again. He appeared to be lost in thought, oblivious to whether or not I was watching him.

"Really?"

"Yeah, really. What can I say, getting a blowjob from a girl can really changes a guy's opinion of her, shallow as that is." He looked at me. "That's a joke too, just in case that wasn't clear. Well, mostly a joke."

I didn't care what the reason was, I was just happy about the results. It wasn't like I had good reasons for feeling the way I did about him. He was attractive, and he was nicer to me than a lot of people were; those weren't exactly the makings of an epic love story. Then again, that was a vast oversimplification of the situation.

"Just as long you liked it, that's the important thing."

He gave me a crooked smile. "Let me guess, this is only going to encourage you more, isn't it?"

"Probably."

I wanted to crawl back up beside him and snuggle up for a while, but I couldn't. My body had other needs that I'd ignored for far too long. I was almost afraid to check on how much my pussy had been leaking. I hoped I hadn't left a damp spot on Riley's bed or anything. That would have been embarrassing.

I reluctantly swung my legs off the bed and stood up. I lifted my arms above my head, stretching out my muscles. Out of the corner of my eye I caught Riley looking at me. The expression on his face wasn't one I was used to seeing; certainly not when it was directed at me. It appeared to be a gaze of a appreciation. Maybe I'd managed to crack his defenses more than I'd dared to hope.

"Leaving already?"

I gave him a small, shy smile. "Yeah. Unless you want me to stay?"

He shook his head, as I expected he would. "It's probably better if you don't get caught in here so early in the morning. Not that anyone would ever suspect what just happened, but... you know."

"Yeah, I do."

I left Riley and went back to my room, closing and locking the door behind me. Within seconds I had stripped out of my night clothes and slipped into my bed. My hand was between my legs before I'd even gotten settled. The taste of my brother's cum was still fresh on my tongue, and I could imagine the feeling of his cock in my mouth so vividly it was like it was still there.

My skilled, nimble fingers danced over my pussy. I was so wet, so horny, so very desperate to cum. I fantasized about Riley coming in and taking care of my need. In the end all it took was my own touch, and some very sexy memories.

****

Riley and I both stayed in bed until late morning. Sleeping in on the weekends wasn't an uncommon thing for either of us, so it didn't draw anything other than the usual comments from our parents. We did, however, get accosted by Mom for other reasons while we ate 'breakfast.'

"Riley, honey, would you mind mowing the lawn today?" Mom asked as she passed through the kitchen. She got a grunt of acknowledgement from my brother. "And Anna, there's some laundry that needs done, I'll leave that to you to take care of."

I noted that I didn't even get the dignity of my task being a request rather than an order.

"How much laundry?" I asked instinctively.

"What does it matter? Just do anything you see. It's just moving clothes into and out of the washer and drier. It's not like I'm running a gulag here."

"Gotta fold 'em too," I muttered.

Mom shook her head. "I'm not having this conversation. Make sure you take care of any school work you have as well. If I ask you today, there's a chance you'll have it done by Monday."

I started to protest, but she was already out of the room. I turned back to the table, feeling the beginnings of a sulk creeping over me. She always used to at least humour my protests, now she didn't even bother. That was what teenagers did, wasn't it? I couldn't have been the only one who didn't like getting assigned chores.

"You shouldn't argue with her, you know," Riley said.

"You mean 'cause it never does me any good?"

"No, because if you didn't give her shit all the time she'd let you get away with doing a sloppier job. I haven't trimmed the grass about behind that row of bushes out back in years, even though I'm s'posed to. She's too happy about not getting any arguments that she lets some things slide."

I mock-glared at him. "And you don't think it's just 'cause you're the favourite?"

"I'm only the favourite because you make it so easy."

He laughed as I glared harder, but I couldn't hold the expression. I started cracking up too. It was hard to be mad at him, even briefly.

"Okay, you're right. I don't set the bar very high."

****

One benefit to my assigned chore, as I discovered, was that I had an excellent view of the backyard from the laundry room. I supposed that wasn't exactly a news flash to me, but it had never been all that important before. With Riley was out there mowing, the view suddenly became much more interesting to me. I was getting pretty lucky with the opportunities to spy on him lately.

I usually hated folding laundry, but I didn't mind it so much this time around. I operated on auto-pilot while staring out through the window at my brother. At one point he took his shirt off, which just made things that much nicer for me. He looked up toward the house as he did, as though knowing somehow that I watching him. It could have just been coincidence though.

Unfortunately, Riley eventually finished with the backyard and moved on to the front. I could still go peek out at him when I was waiting for the washer and drier cycles to complete, but it wasn't nearly the same motivation to work as it had been. Time seemed to drag on, and I felt like my whole weekend would be shot before I got done with the laundry.

On a whim I slipped a pair of my panties into Riley's pile of clothes. I had no idea how he'd react to that, or even whether he'd guess that it was on purpose, but it amused me. Thoughts of what he might do or say to me kept my mind occupied, and that alone made the 'gift' worthwhile.

My brother finished his task well before I finished mine. I heard him come in the house, then pour himself a glass of water. Shortly after that his footsteps drew nearer to me.

"Aren't you finished yet?" Riley asked with a teasing grin as he leaned against the doorframe.

"Shut up. I can only go as fast as the machines do."

"Uh huh, whatever you say."

He pushed away from the wall and turned to leave. I felt disappointed that he wasn't going to stay longer.

"What're you up to now?" I called after him, stepping out into the hallway so I didn't lose sight of him.

Riley half-turned back toward me. "Gonna go have a shower, I think. M'all sweaty from the mowing and everything."

"Really?"

I wasn't able to keep my voice neutral, and he laughed at the interest evident in my tone.

"Don't sound so excited, little sis. You aren't invited."

"It'd be fun though, wouldn't it?"

"Well... after this morning I guess I can't give quite as solid a no as I'd like." He shook his head with a rueful smile. "You should pace yourself, Anna. It isn't good throw everything you have at a boy all at once, you know."

"You make me sound like a slut."

Riley shrugged. "Your words, not mine."

He laughed and started walking away as I glared at him. I couldn't get mad at him, not really, but my sense of sibling vengeance hadn't deserted me entirely.

"Hey, Riley!"

He looked back at me just as I pulled my shirt up to uncover my chest. I hadn't bothered with a bra when I'd gotten dressed since I wasn't planning on going anywhere. It had been the right decision for the wrong reasons.

Riley's eyebrows shot up as he took in the sight of my naked breasts. The expression on his face was doubly satisfying to me; his look of shock made up for his mild insult, and the faint, unmistakable glint of lust in his eyes sent a jolt of excitement straight to my pussy. It took all my willpower to pull my shirt back down and go back to folding laundry.

I pretended to ignore my brother, even though I was listening carefully for any sounds of movement. It felt like he stood still forever, and I had to force myself not to look. After an imagined eternity, I finally heard his footsteps moving away from me. I allowed a smile to creep onto my face, and I hummed to myself as I worked.

****

I spent several hours in a good mood, taking every available opportunity to tease my brother, or just be around him. He acted as though nothing had changed between us, except that I caught him giving me strange looks when he thought I wasn't paying attention. I pretended that he was checking me out. Even if I was wrong, the thought alone buoyed my spirits even further.

My mood lasted until supper time, when it was abruptly-and viciously-cut out from under me. I was sitting across the table from Riley, doing my best to get reactions out him in any way I could. Sometimes I'd make faces, or lift my foot until it brushed his leg, or pretend I dropped something on my shirt and wipe at my boobs a few times. It was all in good fun, and my brother was alternating between trying not to look directly at me, and shooting me warning glances tempered with a grin that he couldn't quite hold back.

All of that ended when Mom decided to turn on me. Maybe she sense that I was enjoying myself and decided she had to put a stop to it.

"So, Anna, I see you got all the laundry done, like I asked."

I nodded, turning my attention toward her momentarily. "Yeah?"

"Thank you. Did you get your school work done too?"

The way she looked at me, I could tell she didn't think I had. If I'd had a little time to prepare, I probably could have convinced her it was all taken care of. As it was I didn't think I could tell her a good enough story.

"No," I admitted. "But it's not that much. And I can-"

"Spend a little time on it tonight, please," Mom interrupted, using a tone of voice that told me I better do what she said or else.

I couldn't understand what I'd done to deserve that kind of treatment. I'd done the stupid laundry like she asked. I hadn't even half-assed it the way I sometimes did.

"Honey, your mother's only looking out for your well-being," Dad put in, noting the dangerous look on my face. "You do have a habit of leaving these things to the last minute."

"Well maybe that's 'cause it's all stupid and boring."

"I'm sure it is, but you need to work on it anyway."

I looked around the table at my parents and brother, finding no support. Both Mom and Dad were already against me, and even if Riley came to my defense it wouldn't do any good. He was doing his best to ignore the conversation.

"Fine, I'll go do it," I said sulkily.

I pushed away from the table, leaving my mostly-full plate behind. I didn't feel like eating anymore.

"Anna, sit back down," Mom said. "You don't have to go right now."

"Like you even care."

I walked away quickly before she could respond. Behind me I heard Dad telling Mom to let me go, and that I was just having one of my tantrums. I clenched my hands into fists until I got out of earshot. He could have at least waited until I was gone before talking about me like that.

I should have learned from my brother. He knew how to pick his battles, and he knew how to appease our parents when need be. I just kept fighting and losing. I couldn't seem to help myself.

****

Riley came to my room a little later on, presumably once he and our parents had finished with supper. I'd made a token attempt to look busy in the interim, spreading out books and papers from school around me. Mostly I'd just put on my headphones and listened to music at an excessive volume. It helped calm me down sometimes when I was upset. He waited until I pulled my headphones off before speaking.

"They sure know how to push your buttons, huh?"

I grimaced. "I should have just shut up. I know better. It's not like I have a say anyway, but I just can't help it."

"I know, Anna. I know."

He moved into my room, swinging the door closed behind him. He sat down on my bed while I remained in the chair by my desk. I was tempted to go sit next to him and see what he'd let me do.

"So are you here to, like, try to cheer me up or something?

He shook his head, then paused and looked thoughtful. "Not directly. But I guess maybe that could be a possible side-effect."

"Well you've got me all curious now."

The corner of Riley's lips twitched upward for a second, then he sighed. His eyes made a quick pass over my body before moving off to the side.
"You know what I see when I look at you now?"

"Um... I don't understand the question."

"I used to see my little sister," he said, ignoring my response. "Nothing more. Now it's... different. I know what your breasts look like, even though I really, really shouldn't. And this morning... well, that obviously changed things."

"In a good way?"

"I'm... I'm not sure, really. I dunno. I want to be able to look at you the same way I always have, but you've pretty much made that impossible. On the other hand, I kinda want to see your boobs again. I'm more than a little conflicted."

I smiled shyly at him. "You can see them if you want, you know. All you have to do is ask."

Riley shook his head and looked away. He seemed tense, on edge, and far less sure of himself than usual. I decided it was up to me to move things along, since both of us sitting there in awkward silence wasn't accomplishing anything. My brother may not have been sure what he wanted, but I knew what I wanted. I suspected I knew what he wanted too, deep down inside. He wouldn't have come to me if he was truly undecided.

I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and slowly pulled it up. He wasn't watching at first, but his gaze was drawn to the movement and was soon locked on my increasingly bare tummy. I drew the process out as much as I could to make sure I had his full attention. His eyes widened slightly as I showed off my breasts to him for the second time.

"Goddammit Anna," he said in a soft voice.

I grinned wider, knowing that his comment was directed as much at himself as at me. I loved that a part of my body was able to fascinate him the way it did. It was only fair, considering what his body did to me. I dropped my hands, leaving my shirt bunched up above my breasts with no intention of pulling it back down.

"You like 'em, huh?"

Riley groaned and lay back on my bed, draping an arm over his face. I got up and moved next to him, bouncing gently onto the mattress. He was blocking me from his line of sight, but he couldn't hold out forever.

"Is this what you felt? When you first figured out how you felt about me, was it like this? All confusing and guilt-ridden and... whatever else?"

My heart pounded harder in my chest. He was as good as saying that his feelings for me had changed. I had to struggle to play it cool.

"I'm not sure. It was just such a gradual thing for me, I think. It snuck up on me. I got most of the guilt and confusion in small doses."

"It's a terrible thing to inflict on me. You know that, don't you?"

"It's not that bad. At least you don't have to do it alone."

Riley moved his arm away from his eyes long enough to give me an unamused glance.

"It might be worse, actually. Much as I enjoy seeing your boobs, we can't let things get out of control. We're gonna have some tough choices to make."

"Maybe. Or maybe it's not that tough."

I took my brother's unresisting arm and pulled it toward me. I maneuvered his hand so that his palm was facing me as I pressed it against my breast. I bit my lip and squeezed my thighs together involuntarily at the contact.

"Goddammit Anna," Riley repeated.

He didn't try to pull away. His hand sat under mine, held against my chest. The faint twitches of his fingers on my sensitive skin sent shivers of pleasure through me. I waited for him to grab me, to caress me, even to pinch me, but he remained torn in indecision.

It was kind of unfair of me to put him in that situation. I'd just told him that we were in it together, and already I was forcing him to figure out his feelings. I should have given him time, talked with him, left him alone when he needed it. Instead I was pressing the advantage I'd been given. I felt a pang of guilt as those thoughts tumbled through my head. It was tempered by the feeling of my brother's hand at my breast, but it was still there.

"I'm kind of a brat, aren't I?"

The words spilled from my lips as I thought them. Riley shook his head, but wasn't very convincing in his denial. I knew it was true anyway, I'd just never wanted to think about it. I wanted what I wanted, and the hell with anyone else who got in my way. No wonder my parents had trouble with me. Here I was doing the same thing to my brother, putting my desires before his.

I dropped my hand, letting go of Riley's. I expected his to fall away too, but it didn't. I gasped as his fingers gave a gentle squeeze to my soft flesh.

"All little sisters are brats, as far as I can tell. You're far from the worst."

He sat up, briefly taking his hand away from my chest as he maneuvered his body. Soon enough my other breast felt the soft caress of his fingertips. I closed my eyes as he touched me, afraid that meeting his gaze would break the spell.

"So I'm a pain, but at least I'm not as bad as I could be?"

"Not a very romantic sentiment, I know. But it's something."

I couldn't have cared less how romantic his words were at that moment. The true conversation, his true statement of intent, was all physical. He was touching me in a very unbrotherly sort of way; the sort of way that promised more to come. He could have said just about anything he wanted and it wouldn't change the fact that he was playing with his little sister's breasts.

Riley's hot breath hit my nipple just before his tongue did. I squeaked in undignified surprise as his lips closed around the tip of my breast. My eyes flew open again and I was treated to the sight of my brother sucking gently at me like a hungry but unsure baby. I tangled my fingers in his hair and cradled the back of his head, savouring the feeling once I got past the initial shock. I'd imagined something like this happening many times, but it had never been anything more than a fantasy.

I moaned softly and stroked Riley's hair. My breasts may have been getting all the attention, but the rest of my body was sharing in the rewards. Tingles of pleasure traveled through me, moving outward from my nipples. I squeezed my thighs together and wished I had something between them. I stayed still, mostly, using all my reserves of patience to avoid startling my brother away from where I wanted him. I worried that even allowing my hand to stray down too far might be enough to dissuade him from continuing.

"That feels nice," I breathed.

Unfortunately, my words had exactly the effect I'd been trying to avoid. Riley pulled his mouth away from my nipple and looked up at me. I tried to gently guide him back, but knew that I couldn't force him.

Suddenly a wide grin spread across my brother's face. Without any warning he pushed me onto my back and rolled on top of me. I squealed and giggled as I let him physically overpower me. My disappointment at having my breasts abandoned faded as quickly as it had arrived. This was even better.

Riley's cock pressed against my leg as he straddled me. His arms were planted by my shoulders, and his face hung above mine; almost close enough that I could kiss him. Almost. I shifted my leg a little, letting it rub his erection. He moaned softly and gave a small thrust back.

"I'd say you don't know what you're doing to me right now, but I think you understand better than anyone." He shook his head. "My own sister..."

His mouth went back to my breasts and he continued grinding on my leg. I was happy to let him use my body that way, but I needed something too. My poor pussy was feeling so neglected. I tried to get him to reposition one of his legs where I needed it, but he seemed oblivious to my non-verbal hints. I finally had to grab one of his wrists and tug his hand down below my waist, leaving him supported on one arm. He pulled back a little, an amused expression on his face.

"I need some help," I said, flushing from the way he looked at me.

"I'm not sure there's any help for you."

"I neeeed it."

He pushed himself to his knees and looked down to my crotch. I realized too late that he might assume I was asking him to fuck me. I wouldn't have said no to it, but I knew he wasn't ready for that yet. I tried to find the words to explain what I meant.

"You're a horny little thing, aren't you?"

Before I could get more than a few mumbled syllables out, Riley's hands were on me again. This time he flipped me over so I was face down. Being manhandled by my brother was only putting me in a worse state than before. It did things to my body that soft, careful touches couldn't have emulated.

Riley's fingers wiggled under my waistband, between my shorts and my panties. He pulled my bottoms down without waiting for my permission. I pulled my pillow over and buried my face in it as my butt was exposed. I wished I'd known ahead of time that my brother was going to be seeing my panties; I would have worn a sexier pair.

My pussy felt wet enough to drown in. I could feel Riley's gaze on me without looking. He'd see the damp spot on my underwear; there was no way he wouldn't. The thought embarrassed me, but it also turned me on even more.

"This is what you want, isn't it?" he said.

He traced the skin of my inner thighs with soft fingertips, traveling across the small amount of material between them as he willed. I pressed my hips down each time I felt his touch on my pussy.

"Mm-hm. Feels good."

"It must. You're awfully wet, little sis."

I shook my head and buried my face deeper into my pillow. I knew he was right, and I wanted him to know what he was doing to me, but my sense of embarrassment still had to chime in. I was finally getting what I wanted from my brother, yet I felt like I had to hide from him.

I moaned as his fingers focused more and more on my pussy. He had located my slit through my panties and rubbed it up and down, pressing the material into me. I waited for him to get rid of the barrier, to feel him caress my bare flesh, but he seemed intent on toying with me.

After a few minutes his hand went away. I whimpered in disappointment and wiggled my butt at him. He ignored me, but I heard the sounds of clothing being removed and they set my imagination running wild.

"What ya doin', Ri?"

I peeked over my shoulder at him. He was down his shirt and boxers; the latter of which displaying a fair-sized tent. I bit my lip and met his eyes for a second, then went back to my pillow. I lifted myself to my knees, propping my ass up into the air in invitation.

"I should be asking myself the same question."

His hand came down sharply on my butt, making me yelp. He swatted me again and I dropped my hips back to the mattress, covering my ass with my hands to prevent another unprovoked assault.

"Hey!"

Riley laughed and crawled on top of me. He nuzzled at my neck, letting his warm breath wash over my skin. I forgot all about my temporary sense of indignation.

Something poked my pussy. I held my breath, not daring to breathe as my brother's erection slid across my panties. It felt like he still had his boxers on, leaving two layers of material to separate us, but even so it was better than I could have hoped. Riley's cock between my legs, grinding on my pussy... it was almost enough to make me cum immediately. I wouldn't last long if he kept it up.

He fell into a steady rhythm, stroking his cock on my panties in a way that maintained as much contact as possible. He held his weight off of me for the most part, but his chest brushed my back repeatedly as he moved. His hands were planted on the bed by my shoulders. I rocked back against him, using the limited space I was allowed. My body was on fire and I desperately needed release.

"This is so bad," Riley breathed.

I shook my head. "So good."

He nipped lightly at my shoulder. I yelped, but the small pain it caused only added to the sensory overload I was experiencing. I was so close, so very close. His shaft just kept rubbing me, hitting the right spots often enough to push me ever higher.

I muffled myself with my pillow as I came. An explosion of pleasure emanated from between my legs and engulfed me to the point where I couldn't trust myself to be quiet. I was consumed by my orgasm, helpless against it and unable to control my own body. Riley kept grinding away on me the whole time, sending aftershocks through me. I was in a temporary lust-fueled state of bliss.

I slowly came down from my high, descending back to reality so softly that it took me a moment to realize Riley was still working on his own release. His thrusting slowed as I went limp. I noted idly that his cock felt slightly different from before. I glanced over my shoulder just as he pulled away from me for a second. His erection was poking through the hole in his boxers instead of being covered by them. I grinned lazily at him, then lay my head back down to let him finish.

When he thrust toward me again, it was at my butt rather than my pussy. His cock slid easily against my panty-covered ass and pushed my underwear into my crack a little. He pressed harder the second time, then harder. He forced his shaft, and my panties, between my ass cheeks, using them to get himself off. Now that I'd gotten off, he no doubt wanted to get a little more pleasure for himself. He could get better contact with my butt than my pussy.

I lay under my brother like a sex toy as he worked on his climax. I was sufficiently sated to just relax and enjoy the moment without trying to turn the focus back to my needs. It shouldn't take Riley too long to get off, and I loved that he was using my body to do it. It was going to be a memory to cherish.

Riley's thrusting was getting faster and less controlled. His movements pointed to a desperation, a need for release much like the one I'd felt. He had to be getting close.

"Fuuuck," Riley moaned.

A splash of hot liquid hit my lower back. I shivered in excitement as another shot of cum landed on me, then another. He kept grinding on me through his orgasm, painting my skin and panties with his essence. It was enough to get me turned on all over again, even though we were nearly finished.

Finally Riley pulled away, leaving a sexy mess all over my backside. I curled up on my side, careful not to roll over far enough to get my sheets all full of his cum. I smiled up at him as he stood staring down at his nearly-naked baby sis.

"Thanks," I said. "That was kinda awesome,"

He shook his head, but couldn't keep a reciprocal smile off of his lips.

"You're a bad influence. I don't know what I'm going to do with you."

"I have a few ideas."

Riley shook his head again and started putting his clothes back on. I watched, feeling no great urge to emulate him. I felt so dirty, so wicked, and happier than I could ever remember. I wanted to savour the feeling as long as possible.

"I suppose it'd be pointless to tell you this can't happen again."

"You don't even believe that, do you really expect me to?"

He chuckled softly. "Not really, no."

He bent down and kissed the side of my head. He seemed about to say something else, then thought better of it. He slipped out of the room, closing the door behind him.

I waited a moment to make sure he wasn't coming back, then reached around to my back. I scooped up some of my brother's cum and brought it to my mouth. I sucked on my finger, letting the taste fill my mouth as my other hand snuck down into my panties. The satiation of my previous orgasm had abandoned me. Luckily I had all evening to get back to my homework.

He's Mine Ch. 02

Anna and Riley deal with their feelings and get closer.

I couldn't keep the smile off of my face the next morning. It started as soon as I woke up and remembered what had happened the day before. I curled up and basked in the memory for a while, but somehow I didn't feel the need to stay in bed all morning. I felt annoyingly cheerful and full of energy.

The Sunday morning breakfast table was a scattered affair. Dad was still sitting down when I arrived, though he'd finished eating. Mom was in the process of washing up their breakfast dishes and cleaning up the kitchen. Riley didn't seem to be around yet.

"Morning," I greeted them.

My voice came out in such a happy tone that it would have made me consider violence if it had come from someone else so early in the day. My parents shared a look and I almost giggled out loud at their obvious confusion.

"Good morning, Anna," Dad finally said. "You must have slept well."

"You could say that."

I didn't really care how baffled they were at my behaviour. They were barely even on my mind, despite being in the same room. My thoughts remained centered squarely on the member of the family yet to appear. I hummed softly to myself as I poured out a bowl of cereal.

"Do you have plans for today?" Mom asked.

The tone of her voice suggested that she was trying to work out the reason for my good mood. Her suspicion would have irritated me if she had merited any significant amount of my attention.

"Nope. No plans."

I put the milk back in the fridge and sat down at the table. I ignored my parents' stares and chewed on my cereal. It tasted better than usual to me.

"Anna... is there a boy?"

I couldn't help myself this time; I laughed. Yes there was a boy, but no I had no intention of telling Mom and Dad about him.

"Isn't there always?"

That wasn't what they wanted to hear. I still didn't care. They could yell at me if they wanted, but nothing was going to get to me. I was immune to bad feelings.

"We just want to make sure you're being careful."

"Am I ever careful?"

It was probably fortunate that Riley made his appearance before my casually chosen words got me in trouble. Personally, I had more intimate reasons for being glad to see him. Just the sight of him made me squeeze my thighs together involuntarily.

He seemed to sense that there was a certain amount of tension in the room, but then that was nothing unusual. It probably confused him more that I was still smiling. I was always the first to succumb to negative emotions.

"Morning," Riley said, trying to pretend like he hadn't walked in on the middle of anything. "What's for breakfast?"

Mom hesitated for a second, then jerked back to her instinctive 'mother' persona.

"Good morning, sweetie. I can make some eggs and toast if you want. Or I think there's some bacon in the freezer."

"Eggs and toast are fine."

Riley sat down at the table and let Mom cook up his food. I didn't even try to stop my gaze from coming to rest on him. He glanced back at me and shook his head slightly. I wasn't sure what he meant to communicate, but I probably would have ignored him even if I could have figured it out. If he wanted me not to look at him, he was out of luck.

Mom was over by the stove making Riley's breakfast. I assumed I'd be off of her radar for a few minutes, but once she had a small break she turned back to me.

"You should maybe think about cleaning your room today, Anna."

I was amusing myself by watching my brother squirm under my gaze and try to pretend like he didn't notice me staring. It was kind of cute. I was sure he'd have words for me once we were alone.

"'Kay, Mom," I said, hoping she'd shut up and leave me to my game.

Unfortunately, my short response drew the rest of my family's attention. They all waited for a few seconds as though assuming I was going to do something more dramatic.

"Well, uh, good then," Dad put in. "Having an organized room will be good for you. Help keep you focused."

That was bullshit, but I let it slide. Dad felt the need to fill a silence sometimes, and that was often when he spouted his most inane thoughts. I was still busy staring down Riley, making sure to flick my gaze around just enough that our parents wouldn't notice anything amiss. He was actually starting to blush.

"I'm going to go take a shower," Riley announced suddenly.

He stood up from the table and started walking away without waiting for a response.

"Honey, your food's almost ready," Mom called after him.

"I'll get it later, thanks."

I forced myself to sit quietly and pretend like I didn't care one way or the other if Riley left. At least his odd behaviour helped distract Mom and Dad from mine.

"That was weird," Mom said once Riley was gone. "I've never known him to not want breakfast. He's been a little moody lately though."

"Maybe he and Anna switched bodies," Dad joked. "It would explain a lot."

That sort of comment would have bothered me on any other morning. In this instance, I was still emotionally untouchable.

"Does that mean I get to be the good kid now?" I asked, my face a picture of innocence.

Mom and Dad shared a look.

"Finish your cereal," Mom said.

I grinned as I scooped another spoonful from my bowl. I couldn't help feeling like I was winning for once.

****

My usual aversion to doing what I was told continued to evade me throughout the day. I didn't particularly want to clean my room, but I also didn't hate the idea enough to get in a fight over it. I decided that maybe it had just been a long time since I'd been in a genuinely good mood. Maybe finally getting what I wanted had mellowed me out when it came to certain other facets of my life.

I put on some music in my room and opened up the windows before beginning to tidy up. I started with picking up the dirty clothes that lay scattered across various parts of the floor, as well as throwing out any items I found that I had no interest in keeping. Getting the floor cleared up and vacuumed was the main thing. It would give more of an appearance of progress than anything else I could do.

I sang along to my music as the mood struck me. My door was open, but I was pretty sure no one was in earshot. I got sufficiently distracted by my task and my singing that I didn't notice Riley sneak up to my room. I turned around at one point and he was just there watching me with a small smile on his face. I didn't feel any embarrassment at being caught singing poorly. My mind immediately went other places.

"Hey," I said. "What ya up to?"

"Nothing much. Just wondering what's gotten into you today."

I shrugged. "M'just happy, that's all."

"I have a hard time believing that."

"Why? You're the one that did this to me."

Riley opened his mouth, then closed it and shook his head. He stared at me for a few seconds, clearly trying to make a decision of some kind.

"I shouldn't make you feel that way," he said softly. "Not to this extent. It's just... weird."

"But you understand, don't you?"

I stepped closer to him. He remained still, watching my approach with a guarded expression. I reached for him when I got close enough, but he grabbed my wrists before I could touch him.

"The door's open."

"So close it."

"You're busy."

I gave him a predatory smile.

"Not that busy."

"Be good, Anna. Maybe when you finish up here we can talk. You're actually doing what you were told and I'd hate to get in the way of that"

"Are you bribing me to do my chores?"

"I promise nothing."

"You don't have to. You want it as bad as I do."

I broke one of my hands free and grabbed his cock through his shorts before he could stop me. He groaned and pulled my hand away. I knew a part of him didn't want to stop me, but he was fighting it.

"Just... just keep Mom and Dad happy. If they think you're being good, they won't be watching us as closely. It'll be easier to sneak around."

"You sure it won't just make them suspicious?"

"It might, but I'm pretty sure they'd be willing to accept the miracle if you keep up the charade."

I stuck my bottom lip out and pouted at my brother.

"You make me sound horrible."

Riley sighed and pulled my head forward. He kissed me gently just below my hairline.

"You're difficult, Anna. You know that. But you're not horrible."

He pulled back, but I darted forward quicker than he could react. I pressed my lips against his for a brief second before he could push me away. I grinned at him as his face registered confusion, annoyance, then finally a hint of amusement.

"You can kiss me properly, you know," I said. "I think we're past the innocent brotherly act you like to put on."

Riley sighed, but his eyes betrayed him. He wasn't nearly as irritated as he was trying to appear. His lips threatened to curl into a smile.

"You're a pain in the ass, little sis. Anyone ever tell you that?"

"Usually they're more polite about it."

"Yeah, well... deal with it."

He walked out of the room, leaving me behind. My fingers went to my mouth, brushing the skin where I could still feel my brother's lips. Our first kiss. Maybe I should have waited until it could have been more romantic, but I didn't regret it. Quick as it had been, I still felt all tingly.

****

Eventually my room was about as clean as it was going to get. I knew Mom wouldn't expect perfection, especially given my easy compliance. She'd be happy enough with an adequate job that hadn't involved a single shouting match.

Once I was done, I closed the door and stripped out of my clothes. I stood naked in front of my mirror and examined my body. I wanted to wear something sexy, something that would force my brother to stare whether he wanted to or not. It couldn't be slutty, not around our parents, but something enticing should be okay.

I started with my underwear drawer, rifling through my disappointingly limited selection. I decided pretty quickly that a bra was unnecessary. My choice of panties was a little more difficult. I grabbed a few of my smaller pairs and tried them on one at a time, modeling them for myself as I went. None of them were quite as revealing as I would have liked. I made a mental note to purchase some sexier panties next time I got the chance.

I settled on a red pair that made my ass look good, even if they didn't show off quite as much skin as I would have liked. After a few minutes of turning around to look at myself in them from every manageable angle, I began working on the rest of my outfit.

My bottoms were a fairly easy choice. I wanted to be able to show off some without giving my parents a reason to voice concerns. A skirt was the obvious answer. It would look perfectly normal, but could flip up or slide up my legs when necessary. It was far better for selective exposure than shorts or jeans would be. I quickly settled on the shortest one I had.

I took the longest amount of time to select a top. I went through most of my shirts, holding them up to my chest as I stood topless in front of my mirror. Again, I didn't really have anything that screamed "fuck me," but I had a lot of choice between shirts that were pleasantly tight, or showed a hint of cleavage, or sometimes both. In the end I went with a little tank top that displayed my breasts nicely without revealing anything too objectionable.

After I was dressed I took a last look at myself. My hair was more or less behaving itself, and I added a touch of lipstick just to highlight my lips. I didn't really go for much makeup most of the time.

Just before leaving, a wicked thought crossed my mind. I slid my panties down my legs and tossed them onto my bed. I experimented with moving my skirt around and flipping it up a little. It seemed like I would stay decent unless I wanted to show off, and that was perfect for my purposes. I pulled my skirt up for a second to admire my pussy and try to guess what Riley's reaction to the sight would be.

I was satisfied with my appearance, so I went off in search of my brother. I tried his room first, but he wasn't there. I had more luck with my second guess, which was that he was out with his car. He was kind of hidden behind it, but I noticed some of his tools lying on the ground. I walked outside in my bare feet to where he was lying partly underneath his car.

"Hey," I said, squatting down beside him.

He probably couldn't see up my skirt from that angle, but it gave me thrill to pretend that he could. He'd have quite the view.

Riley grunted at me from his prone position, but didn't otherwise acknowledge me. He was tinkering away at something under his car, but I had no idea what it was. Whatever the case, I would have much preferred he devote his attention to me.

A grin grew on my lips as I looked down at his crotch. His legs were partly spread, and there was a slight bulge in his shorts where his cock was. I sat down cross-legged and watched him for a few minutes, assuming that he'd give in and talk to me eventually. He could only stay under there for so long. In the mean time I amused myself by imagining what would happen if I pulled his shorts and underwear down and ran away with them.

Eventually I tired of waiting. I reached out and put my hand on Riley's cock, squeezing it gently through his shorts. He grunted again, and this time slid partway out from beneath the car.

"Dammit, Anna."

"What? You telling me you don't like that?"

"Not when someone could see. We're outside."

"Hidden behind your car."

"Partly hidden at best. Behave yourself."

"You know I don't follow orders well."

I twisted my sitting position around so that the gap under my skirt was more easily visible to him. His eyes widened as he noted my lack of panties. I blushed, but let him stare. That was the sort of attention I craved from him.

"You're bad, little sis."

"I know. Don't pretend like you don't enjoy it."

He put his hand on my knee and slowly slid it up my thigh. I shivered and tried to hold still as his fingers roamed higher on my leg.

"I used to pity Mom and Dad sometimes," he said in a quiet voice. "Trying to keep you in line... I'm not sure it's possible. Now I'm the one with that challenge."

"Jeez, you get a girl throwing herself at you and you're still not happy. And here I thought guys just wanted sex."

"That's a bit of an exaggeration. And even if all I wanted from girls was sex, which it isn't, you'd still be my sister. A lot of guys prefer their sex uncomplicated. This is basically as complicated as it gets."

Riley was teasing me with his fingers. He wouldn't go quite far enough with them to do any good. They lingered on my inner thigh, sometimes sliding back down to my knee. I so wanted him to go for my pussy. I'd left the way clear and everything.

"Well... what else do you want from me?" I asked.

"I want to not get caught, for one. This right here, me with my hand up your skirt, it's not good."

"It could be. If you'd just go a liiittle further...."

Riley sighed and sat up. He pushed himself to his feet, then looked down at me. The bulge in his shorts had gotten bigger.

I squealed as he grabbed my wrist and forcibly pulled me into a standing position. I looked into his eyes, noting the signs of lust that he couldn't hide. My reciprocal emotions were probably even more obvious to him. And even if he couldn't read me that well, I'd been pretty clear about how I felt.

Riley dragged me around the side of the garage. I followed willingly, but let him pull me along instead of walking beside him. I loved the pretense of being helpless against him. He stopped in a secluded spot on the far side of the building. There was no line of sight to our house or any of the neighbours' from there.

"Sit," he said.

I sat. The ground was kind of lumpy and uncomfortable, but I didn't really mind. Riley sat beside me with his back against the garage. His cock looked like it was getting painfully hard inside his shorts.

"What're we gonna do now?"

Riley looked at me, his eyes meeting mine with a piercing intensity.

"Take off your skirt."

My breathing stopped for a second. I was sure I'd misheard.

"What?"

"You heard me. Take it off."

He seemed serious. I couldn't believe that he was actually asking me to strip. No, not asking; telling. I was being given a command. This one I was happy to obey.

Despite my excitement, I was also nervous. I wasn't sure why, but I was. My fingers shook as I tried to remove my skirt. Riley watched in silence as I struggled and finally managed to slide the garment down my legs. I felt so naughty to be half-naked outside, not to mention sitting right next to my brother.

"Like that?"

He allowed himself a small, self-assured smile. "Yeah, like that."

I tensed up as he reached for me. His hand seemed to approach me in slow-motion. Even though I knew where it was going, I second-guessed myself several times during its brief journey. I closed my eyes just before his fingers landed on my pussy, too overwhelmed to watch it happen.

Riley caressed my pussy lips, coaxing an involuntary moan from my lips. I spread my legs wider, happily accepting his touch. The growing wetness between my legs was spread around by his fingertips, making my skin slick.

"That feels good," I whispered.

"I can tell. I just started and you're already flooding."

I bit my lip and opened my eyes. He was watching me, taking in my reactions.

"I can't help it. Not with you. And 'specially not when we're out here."

He nodded. "Fair enough. I suppose being fingered by your brother outside is a good reason to get turned on so quickly."

He seemed amused at the way I reacted to his words. Having my situation described somehow made it even dirtier to me. I was in a ridiculously vulnerable position and that scared me a little, but the thrill made up for it. I trusted Riley not to let anything bad happen. I was free to enjoy all the risk and excitement from a position of certainty that nothing truly dangerous would occur.

Riley kept rubbing my pussy, getting me all worked up. His touch got to me more than the exposed location did. My brother's fingers stroked my most private area, fulfilling some of my deepest desires. The things I felt for him in that moment were so far beyond what a sister had any right to feel.

Once the initial rush wore down somewhat, I was able to focus on things beyond my own pleasure. My gaze fell back onto Riley's cock pretty quickly. It looked harder than ever. I slipped my arm around his and grasped it through his shorts. He let out a soft groan as I encircled his shaft with my nimble little fingers.

"Doesn't take much to get a reaction out of you, huh?" I said.

"Look who's talking."

Riley worked my clit for a moment to prove his point. The pleasure paralyzed me, leaving me unable to reciprocate. I slumped back when he moved his fingers away, breathing heavier than I had been before. He smirked at me like he'd won some kind of victory.

I started moving my hand up and down, sliding it over the tent in his shorts. I wasn't able to get the kind of grip or movement that I wanted, and he must have figured that out pretty quickly. He tried to pull down his shorts with his free hand, struggling a little as he split his attention between his needs and mine. He eventually gave up and used both hands to free his erection.

Instead of returning his hand to my pussy, Riley reached up toward my head. He reached behind my neck and gently took a handful of my hair. He guided me to lean toward him with a few soft tugs. I allowed myself to be moved, following his silent instructions unquestioningly. I had to shift and get onto my knees as I was pulled closer and closer to his cock.

My lips parted automatically as they approached the tip of my brother's penis. His hand pressed on my neck, forcing me down onto it. I dragged my tongue along the head of his cock and down the shaft until the pressure let up. I bobbed my head experimentally and found that I was being given the freedom to move as I chose, though he kept his hold on my hair.
I worked my way down Riley's cock with smooth, deliberate motions. My goal was to wrap my lips around the base, but just like my last attempt I couldn't quite do it. My gag reflex got too strong as he pressed into my throat. There wasn't much more to go, but it was enough to resign me to defeat once again.

Suddenly the pressure on my neck returned, this time even more forceful. I tried to communicate that I couldn't take any more of him, but my mouth was full. I slapped gently at his leg and made noises of protest, but he was insistent. His cock blocked my throat, cutting off my airway.

Slowly, so slowly, my throat began to accept the invader. The head of Riley's cock slipped further and further inside until finally my lips were wrapped around the base of his shaft. I felt a surge of pride to go alongside my rising panic at being unable to breathe.

"Good girl," Riley said softly.

My brother's tone was somewhat demeaning--patronizing even--but it didn't feel that way to me. I heard only the praise. I had done a good job taking his entire cock. Not only had I satisfied a personal goal, but I'd made him happy too.

Riley's hand slacked off, allowing me to pull my head up a little. It was enough that I could suck in air around his cock. He waited until my breathing no longer came in desperate gasps, then pushed me back down. It was easier this time since my throat didn't put up as much of a fight. My gag reflex still kicked in, but it was half-hearted at best. He seemed to enjoy the way it squeezed the tip of his penis.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" he said. "This is why you didn't even bother putting panties on? You wanted me to get all turned on and mess around with you."

"Mmm-hmm," I moaned, sending vibrations through his cock.

Riley used both of his hands to grab my hair and drag me up and down. He didn't pull sharply enough to hurt too much, but he was definitely in control. All I could do was try to relax and let him masturbate himself with my mouth. It was actually pretty hot to essentially get face-fucked by my brother.

After a few moments he let go of my hair, releasing my head. I pulled back enough that I could take a few laboured breaths, then started bobbing up and down. He seemed content to stroke my hair without guiding my movements, so I took over for him. I pushed down of my own volition, forcing my throat open. This time I was able to take him all without any help. Maybe all it took was some practice.

I took Riley all the way inside my mouth several times, holding myself there for as long as I could. I alternated the position with some shallower head-bobbing that allowed me to breathe. Every moan, every twitch of his cock, every touch of his hand were my rewards. I felt like a slut who craved being used sexually, but I knew that wasn't the case. It was only for him; only for my brother. No one else could make me feel that way.

Riley's hand moved away from my head and down my back. He stopped at my ass and got a quick feel in before continuing on. Somehow he was able to reach around between my legs to soaked pussy. I hunched up a little so that it was less of a stretch for him. I wanted to encourage him to touch me there. I needed it so badly, but I was putting all of my energy and concentration into taking care of him, so I couldn't do it myself.

"Just keep going," he whispered.

"Mmm. Mm-hm."

He couldn't have stopped me, short of violently tearing me away from my new favourite plaything. Sucking his cock gave me a purpose, a defined goal. It put me in charge of his pleasure and gave him an incentive to reciprocate.

His fingers stroked my slit, spreading my pussy juices around. He caressed my lips, sliding his fingertips across my slick, sensitive skin. I wanted him to push past my entrance, to penetrate me instead of just teasing the outside. His touch felt so good, but it wasn't enough.

I attacked Riley's cock more aggressively, using my lips and tongue to their full effect. I rapidly raised and lowered my head over his entire length, filling my mouth completely for only a brief second at a time before retreating. I hoped my enthusiasm might rub off on him.

A shock of pleasure coursed through me as he found my clit again. He rubbed small circles around it, only making occasional contact at first. I abandoned my previous need to have his fingers inside me; this could be just as good. I shifted my hips in time with his movements, trying to get him to stay on target. He continued to tease me until I was about ready to pull my mouth off of his cock and beg for it.

"Getting pretty wet back there," he said as though I might not have known.

"Mmm!"

"What's that? I didn't catch it."

I wiggled my butt in frustration as he refused to focus properly on my clit. I needed it. He knew it too, he just pretended he didn't. He chuckled softly, but then mercifully gave in.

Riley's touch shifted to working solely on my clit. I would have screamed if my mouth wasn't full. Lightning bolts of pleasure surged outward as he rubbed it hard and fast. For a few seconds I couldn't even think, let alone move. My brother's ministrations consumed my body, rendering me helpless.

I was brought back to reality when he slowed his fingers down. I remembered that I was supposed to be sucking him off, and that my 'reward' was partly based on my performance. I tried to concentrate on getting him off, but it was hard when my own desires were so overwhelming. I was torn between wanting to give a good blowjob, and wanting to curl up and let Riley finger me.

The first spurt of cum caught me completely off-guard. My mouth was filled with the salty liquid before I even realized that Riley was getting so close to orgasm. I swallowed just as another shot covered my tongue. He mauled my clit mercilessly as I took his load down my throat. The intense stimulation competed for my attention, making it impossible to fully appreciate the victory of getting my brother off.

I pulled off of his cock once he was spent, unable to keep a loud moan from escaping my lips. He quickly clamped his free hand over my mouth, muffling me. He stopped rubbing me long enough to force me to sit between his legs, manhandling my compliant body like I was a rag doll.

I leaned back toward my brother resting against his chest as his hand returned to work between my legs. He kept my mouth covered while he masturbated me, unwilling to risk any more noise. I felt his cock softening despite being pressed against my butt. I had to breathe hard through my nose to make up for my mouth being blocked.

"Cum for me, Anna," he whispered in my ear.

I had to shut my eyes and dig my nails into his legs. His simple command triggered something inside me; something big. I'd brought myself to more orgasms than I could count, but this was different somehow. A small point of pure pleasure started deep inside me and expanded outward until it filled me completely. My whole body felt like it was going to explode.

I shook and squirmed and thrashed around between Riley's legs. I was physically unable to stay still. It was too much for me to handle. My own pleasure was intense enough that it was almost painful. His continued pressure on my clit was driving me to the point of insanity.

Riley finally released my clit once I had peaked. He seemed to sense that I'd had enough. He let me come back down, slowly stroking my pussy but staying away from where I was most sensitive. His hand left my mouth, letting me catch my breath.

"You get so into it," he said. "It's kind of amazing."

"Of course I do. It feels good."

"Yeah, but... I dunno, it's more than that."

He didn't try to make me get up, so I didn't. I sat in his lap, feeling his warmth against me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and held me as we sat together.

"This is pretty nice too," I said. "Don't you think?"

Riley left a fairly long pause before answering.

"I s'pose it is."

"Are you still hung up on the whole 'I'm your sister' thing?"

He jabbed me in the side, making me squeal. I covered my sides with my hands to try and prevent a second attack.

"It's a pretty significant detail, Anna. It's kinda bad. For both of us. Me more so than you."

"S'not that bad."

"It is. I'm actually kind of scared for my life if Dad ever catches me molesting you."

"Well first off, you aren't molesting me. Secondly, he'll get pissed at me, not you. Third--"

"That's where you're wrong. You know why Mom and Dad worry about you so much and always seem like they're on your case? It's because they're more protective of you than they ever were of me. They want to keep you safe, and they want you to be successful."

"That's bullshit. And even if it wasn't, why wouldn't they want those things for you?"

"They do. Just... they think I can look after myself. I mean, I mostly can, but... well, it's not a perfect situation for either of us, let's put it that way."

"I dunno. Seems pretty perfect right now."

Riley sighed, but he wrapped his arms a little tighter around me. I was sexually sated and being snuggled by my brother. He could argue all he wanted, but I was happy with how things were going.

"Look, just... just be careful, okay? Make sure no one's around before you do anything inappropriate."

"Says the guy cuddling his half-naked sister outside."

Riley sighed. "I really wish you didn't have a point there."

I giggled and curled up more snugly in his arms.

"You know you love it. Stop pretending like you don't."

"I'm not pretending. I've never been so conflicted about anything in my life."

"Really? Never?"

"Never ever. You make things difficult. It's like your super power."

"That would explain a lot, actually."

Riley kissed my shoulder, then leaned his chin on it. His warm breath grazed my cheek.

"Are you in love with me?"

"Of course I love you, Ri. You're my brother."

"That wasn't the question. I know you love me, I want to know if you're in love with me. They're different things."

I bit my lip and tried to come up with an evasive answer. That wasn't the sort of question he was supposed to ask. It was completely unfair.

"I think so."

"You think so? You don't know?"

I squirmed uncomfortably. "Well it's hard. Like, I love you, and I want to do sexy things with you, and I want to cuddle with you, and... and other stuff. But I've never been in love, not really. I don't know what it feels like."

"I'm pretty sure you'd know it if you were."

"Well... maybe we're just not quite there yet. That's not so bad. We've got time. I mean, I'm pretty sure you're not in love with me or anything. Maybe it's better if I'm not either."

"Probably. I'm a lot more comfortable with the situation if you're not in love with me. Makes things at least a little bit simpler."

"You better be careful then. It could happen pretty easily the way we're going."

"Yeah," he said in a resigned voice, "I know."

****

My uncharacteristically cheery and upbeat mood continued over the next few days. I had Riley to thank for that, of course. His increasing acceptance of my illicit desires made me feel more optimistic about my life than I had in a long, long time.

I wasn't sure if Mom and Dad were relieved that I wasn't fighting them anymore, or just confused. Either way they didn't get on my case about things nearly as often as I was used to. They were probably just afraid I'd revert to old habits if they weren't careful. I was perfectly okay with them thinking that way. It made it less likely that they'd discover the source of my change in attitude.

I took most every chance I could to spend time with Riley; particularly time alone with him. He got used to it pretty quickly. He'd always been better at going with the flow than I was. His concerns may have been well founded, but that didn't have to mean he couldn't enjoy the attention he was getting.

As always, I couldn't help pressing my luck when I saw an opportunity. I tried to be good and not do anything too overtly sexual when Mom and Dad were around, but I wasn't always able to restrain myself.

One evening Riley headed for the shower just before bed, and I just happened to notice him as he closed the door. I was already thinking about following him in before he got the water turned on. I knew that I shouldn't--that both of us being in the bathroom at the same time was decidedly risky--but the image of my brother naked with water running down his body overruled what little sense of caution I possessed.

I waited a couple minutes until I was sure Riley was in the shower, then quietly opened the door. He didn't acknowledge my presence, so I assumed I'd successfully snuck up on him. I managed to close the door behind me almost as quietly as I'd opened it. I felt like a ninja.

Unfortunately, I wasn't entirely sure what to do once I was in. I could only make out the general shape of Riley's body through the curtain, so that wasn't much good for entertainment. Stripping down and jumping in with him was probably out too, if only because I wasn't sure he'd let me join him. I didn't want to get all naked and wet just to get booted back out before I had any fun.

I settled for moving my brother's towel out of easy reach and setting it by the sink. He'd have to step out of the shower to grab it; all I had to do was wait. As an afterthought I stripped off my shorts and panties, leaving myself naked from the waist down. I hopped up to sit on the counter by the towel and idly fingered my pussy while I waited. The anticipation had me just enough on edge to think about masturbating for real, but not quite enough to get me there by itself.

Riley took a long enough time in the shower that I started getting bored and fidgety. I reevaluated my decision not to join him a couple times, but reluctantly stuck with my original choice.

My patience was eventually rewarded. The water shut off and Riley pushed the curtain partway back. He stopped when he saw me sitting across from him playing with myself. He held my gaze for a moment, not showing much emotion one way or another.

"Can you hand me my towel?" he asked.

"Nope."

"Anna...."

"S'right here. Come grab it."

"I'll drip water all over the floor."

I shrugged. "It can be wiped up."

"You're a pain in the butt, little sis. You really, really are."

He stepped out, his naked body no longer covered by anything. Water dripped down his skin and onto the floor. My eyes went wide at the first full-body view I'd gotten of him. My fingers sped up their dance between my legs.

"Is it so bad that I just want to see my brother naked every now and then?" I asked.

Riley didn't bother dignifying my question with a response. He toweled himself off in silence, giving me quick flashes of various parts of his body. He was clearly doing his best to ignore my intent gaze. Despite his best efforts, I noted that his cock seemed to stiffen at least a little as he dried off. Unfortunately, it was hidden from me when he wrapped his towel around his waist.

"Better put your clothes back on if you're gonna follow me."

"Who says I'm gonna follow you? Maybe I'm just waiting for a turn in the shower."

He arched an eyebrow. "Really? 'Cause I kind of doubt that somehow."

"Hey, it's not all about you, you know."

"Bullshit."

I grinned and hopped off of the counter. "You're right, I lied. It is all about you."

I grabbed for his towel, but was fended off. Riley managed to snare one of my wrists and held it tightly so that I couldn't escape.

"All those years of living with you, and only now do I truly understand what Mom and Dad have been dealing with. Do you even understand how aggravating you can be?"

"I know, I'm a pain in the butt, you told me that already."

Riley paused, a dangerous smile spreading across his face. He let go of me, but I didn't pull away. I was intrigued, even though I should perhaps have been wary. It just wasn't in me to be scared of him, no matter what kind of thoughts he was having.

"You should be careful," he said. "You talk about being a pain in the butt too much and, well, it might give me ideas."

"What kind of ideas?"

"Ideas about being a pain in your butt. Make things even and all."

I squealed as Riley spun me around and bent me over. He grabbed my butt and gave it a squeeze before poking a finger against my asshole. I leaned on the counter and squirmed at his touch. I'd never put anything in my butt before and I was a little apprehensive. I was willing to trust my brother, though.

"What ya gonna do back there?"

He ignored me and traced small circles around my tight little hole. I didn't know what was going to happen, and the thrill of the unknown sent shivers of pleasure through my body. I wanted him to do whatever he was going to do.

Riley sighed and his fingers left my butt. I looked back at him and wiggled my ass, but he had already turned away. At least his towel was tenting out nicely. That was something.

"That's pushing things too far, I think," he said.

"Is not."

"It is. Don't argue. I know you just want to be my little slut and do anything I want, but you have to know that's kind of unrealistic."

A shiver went through me. "Call me your slut again. Pleeease?"

He rolled his eyes. "Good night, Anna."

"No, come on. Don't leave me all worked up like this."

"You can masturbate. I know you know how."

Riley opened the door and walked out to the hallway. I followed, not caring in the slightest that I was still naked from the waist down. Our parents were probably in bed by that point anyway.

"Riii, don't be like that."

"Be like--" He stopped, looked around, then lowered his voice. "Be like what? We don't even have any lube or anything. This is a practical thing as much as anything else."

I chewed on my lip. He had a point I couldn't easily refute this time. As eager as I was, I wasn't stupid enough to want to try anal without a lubricant. I brightened up as a thought occurred to me.

"What about baby oil? There's a bottle in the bathroom."

"Anna...."

"Hang on, I'll go grab it."

I dashed back the way I'd come, snagging the bottle of baby oil off of the counter. I returned to my brother at a slightly slower pace. He'd almost made it to his room, but I was close enough behind him that he couldn't shut the door on me; not without forcibly pushing me back out first.

"You really want to do this, huh?"

"Well, yeah. Although... if you're worried about sticking it in my butt, there is somewhere else we could try...."

"That's just not happening and I think you know it. I'm not about to risk getting my baby sister pregnant."

"That's what condoms are for. Or pills. Or--"

I shrieked as Riley shoved me onto his bed. I landed on my back with my legs spread. I didn't close them right away.

"Just remember I tried to talk you out of this," he said in a low voice. "Don't think it was easy either. I want to be a good brother, but there's only so much I can do. Especially with such a slutty little sister."

A small wave of pleasure washed through me. "Only for you," I whispered, as much to myself as to Riley.

He advanced on me, dropping his towel as he stepped up next to the bed. His cock was fully hard and drew my unresisting gaze like a magnet.

"I kind of get it now. Like, the way you feel about me? How you can't help it? I'm starting to understand it."

My heart thudded in my chest. I was torn between wanting to have him inside me, and asking him to elaborate on his last statement.

"Really?"

"Yeah, kind of. It's different for me because you kind of forced the situation, but every time I see you now... I have a much different emotional reaction than I used to. And physical, for that matter. It makes life so much more complicated."

"But in a good way, right? 'Cause, like, now you can have way more fun with me than before."
"Something like that. I just wish you wouldn't push so hard."

"Why? It's all worked out, hasn't it?"

Riley actually seemed kind of annoyed. Personally I was getting tired of talking; I wanted to get to the action.

"It's all worked out, huh?" He shook his head. "Anna, there are some things that should take time, and shouldn't be forced. Like putting things in your butt, for instance."

"Is that you're gonna do? Put something in my butt?"

I giggled as he rolled me onto my tummy. I got my knees under me and lifted my ass up toward him. He gave me a quick, hard slap on the butt for my trouble. I let out a yelp at the sudden, unexpected pain, but maintained my pose. He spanked me a second time, but I was ready for it. The pain wasn't as bad when I knew it was coming.

Riley grabbed the baby oil, and a couple seconds later I felt the cool liquid dribble down over my asshole. It ran down the crack of my butt toward my pussy, and he had to catch it with his fingers and guide it back to where it needed to go. I moaned softly as he massaged the slippery oil into my tight hole. He pushed against it a little, testing how easy it would be to gain entry.

"How would you feel if I didn't take my time here?" he asked. "What if I tried to tell you that you'd like it eventually, so it didn't matter if I was gentle or not?"

"That's different."

"Not really."

"Yes it is. My butt's not used to doing sexy things. If you don't--"

I gasped as Riley suddenly pushed a finger inside me. Again, it was more of a shock than it was painful. It hurt a little, but it was more uncomfortable than anything. I quickly pulled a pillow over and buried my face in it in case he did something that made me react more vocally. I didn't want to accidentally scream and alert our parents that something was up.

"See, you can take it. I'm sure you can take bigger things too, but it would be better to go slowly, don't you think?"

I turned my head enough so I could speak. "It's still different. And you only got your finger in, not your penis or anything."

He sighed. "You're very frustrating sometimes. I feel like you're being deliberately obtuse."

"You're just mad 'cause you're wrong."

"Hardly. I just haven't made my point very well."

Riley withdrew his finger. It was both a relief, and a bit of a disappointment. Both feelings were short lived as his cock poked my butt.

"Hey! That's--"

He pushed my face into the pillow, muffling my protests. Despite my attempts at pretending otherwise, I actually felt kind of nervous. I was excited about trying anal with my brother, but I was also worried about how much it might hurt. I'd heard rumours about how it was so painful that a lot of girls couldn't even do it. I knew I could do it, but I needed him to be gentle. I began to regret arguing with him since it seemed to have put him in a less patient mood.

"It's gonna hurt a little, but you'll be fine."

I struggled underneath him, trying to squirm my way free. My heart wasn't in it though, since I didn't really want to escape. I just wanted him to go slowly. I managed to twist my head to the side to get my mouth free again.

"Just beeeEEEE--"

My words turned into a screech as Riley pushed his cock forward. My body wasn't ready for it, but was unable to keep him out. I had to muffle myself this time. He felt impossibly big inside my formerly virgin ass. I knew tensing up was exactly the wrong thing to do, but I couldn't help it. All I felt was the pain and it made me lose my ability to think rationally.

"Shhh, it'll get better."

I shook my head, but kept my face in the pillow. I could barely breathe, but didn't dare free my mouth. Riley got a little deeper inside my ass with each thrust, and each movement only reinforced the pain centered on my butt. I tried dropping my hips just to get away from him for a moment, but he followed me right down to the mattress. I was pinned beneath him and totally at his mercy.

Much to my relief, it actually did start to hurt less. Riley's movements were slow and smooth enough that I gradually got used to them. I wished he could have been that gentle with his initial penetration, but I decided I could cope. I might even enjoy it if I just relaxed enough.

"God you're tight," he moaned.

I might have laughed if I hadn't been in such a serious mood. Of course it was tight. I was pretty sure I understood that far, far better than he did. He had no idea what it felt like on my end.

His strokes were getting longer and faster. I hoped that he'd cum soon. The way he was fucking my ass, it definitely seemed like he was losing control. I tried to push back against him, to give him that little bit of extra sensation as much as I could. Despite everything, I still wanted to make him feel good. Plus, the sooner he finished, the sooner he'd pull out and let my poor butt recuperate.

As I continued to adjust to Riley's constant thrusting, I felt something like pleasure begin to emanate from that part of my body. It was overwhelmed by the pain, but it was there. My butt just hurt, but somehow it was sending small tingles to my pussy. I seized on any direct enjoyment I could get from the experience, using it to help get me through.

Finally, thankfully, Riley grunted and shoved himself deep into my ass. I felt a weird new sensation as his cum splashed inside my butt. Intellectually it was basically what I expected, but it was still new and strange to me. It felt kind of nice, more so because it meant I'd made it through than anything else. I was proud of myself for not giving up and begging him to stop.

I curled up on my side as he pulled out. Adopting the fetal position didn't really do much to protect my ass, but it comforted me on a subconscious level. Besides, Riley was done with sticking his cock in me for a while anyway.

"Are you... crying?"

I looked up at my brother, seeing the look of concern that had suddenly appeared on his face. I brought my hand to my cheek and found that he was right; I had been crying. I didn't even remember it.

"It's fine."

I tried to smile confidently, but I was sure it didn't give the desired impression. Riley looked so guilty that it almost made me feel worse than the anal penetration had.

"Oh Anna... I didn't mean to... I didn't want that."

He wiped the moisture off of the cheek I'd touched, then the other one. His touch was soft; as gentle as I'd wanted him to be with me before. I felt stupid for not being easier to get along with earlier and putting us both in an unwanted position.

"It's okay. It hurt, but it wasn't that bad."

He knew I was lying. He pulled me to him and cradled me against his chest. Being held in his arms like that made up for a lot all on its own.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "So, so sorry."

"Don't be. I could have told you to stop."

"I don't know if I would have. I just... I just wanted to make a point. And I was horny. It was a dumb way to take care of both of those things."

"We were both dumb, okay? And it's all fine anyway. Maybe my sore butt'll teach me to just shut up sometimes."

Riley stroked my hair and gave me a small smile. "I doubt it somehow. Besides, I don't want you to change. You wouldn't be as much fun if you went around behaving sensibly."

I smiled back at him, then closed my eyes as he leaned down toward me. I parted my lips slightly and let him kiss me. I wasn't sure if it was a part of his apology, or simply a statement of his love for me. It didn't really matter to me in the moment.

The kiss became a drawn out one, neither of us wanting to break it. Riley's lips reassured me of his feelings more than his words ever could. The way he kissed me was nothing like a brother kisses a sister. It was a lovers kiss. He may not have been in love with me, but he was on his way there.

"Tell me next time I'm hurting you, okay?" he said.

"Maybe."

"Anna...."

"What? I can't promise anything. Even if I did, you'd know better than to take me at my word."

"I s'pose I would."

He pushed me onto my back. I giggled as I fell, my sense of playfulness having fully returned. My butt still ached, but it was a distant afterthought compared to before. I had already moved past it.

Riley knelt between my legs, planting a soft kiss on my tummy. His breath tickled my skin as he moved lower. I bit my lip and watched in fascination as his mouth moved over my pussy. I couldn't believe how turned on I was. Maybe I had been the whole time, I just hadn't noticed. I'd had other things on my mind.

"Yesss," I hissed as his next kiss landed directly above my wet slit.

My brother's tongue darted out from his mouth and across my pussy. He licked me again, and again, lapping up the juices that had gathered at my entrance. I moaned and tangled my fingers in his hair, holding his head to me. He was being so loving, so tender with me because of his guilt. It really did make up for a lot.

His hands went to my thighs, caressing my skin and nudging my legs to open wider. His tongue explored the outside of my pussy with a single-minded determination. Slowly, so slowly, he pushed deeper. His tongue eased its way between my pussy lips as it traveled their length. I cooed happily and urged him on with small hand movements on the back of his head.

Riley's licks started going higher, ending with a flick across my clit. I tensed a little the first couple times he did it since that part of me was more sensitive, but soon got used to the feeling. He focused more and more on my clit with his tongue as I adjusted. The small jolts of pleasure increased in frequency until I couldn't take it anymore.

I needed release, needed it so badly, but wasn't quite there. It was within reach, I could feel it. I just needed a little more. I pushed Riley's face against my pussy as hard as I could and tried to grind on him. He kept his tongue stuck out as I writhed, keeping constant pressure on my clit as I moved around. Time seemed to slow down as I got closer to my orgasm, frustrating me immensely, but finally I crested the peak.

A small, warm explosion spread through my body, emanating from my pussy. It wasn't quite as dramatic as I'd hoped, but it was enough to dispel all the tension I'd had. I rode the high for as long as it lasted, then fell gently back down into a calm, relaxed state. It hadn't been an earth-shattering orgasm, but maybe it had just been what I needed.

Riley was still going. I tapped softly on the side of his head with my palm, trying to communicate that I was done. He ignored me. Fortunately, he was licking my slit again rather than my over-sensitive clit, but he was just going to get me all worked up again if he kept going.

"That's enough," I mumbled. "I'm good."

He continued to ignore me, so I decided to let him keep going. I was enjoying myself, and I could already feel another orgasm building inside me. This time I laid back and let him work instead of watching and guiding. I felt so calm, so at peace with the world, and having my brother play with my pussy was just an added bonus. I could get used to that sort of treatment.

Riley gradually returned his focus to my clit, just as he had before. His tongue flicked across it with increasingly firm licks. I was getting worked up all over again. Even though I'd just cum, I felt the need return nearly as strong as the first time. He did such amazing things to my body.

My second orgasm built faster. Riley seemed to have an even better idea what he was doing this time around, plus my body was well prepared for it. Pure sexual pleasure washed through me as I crested; less intense than last time, but just as satisfying.

I was left happy and limp as my brother's tongue slowed down again. I was about as relaxed as I could get. Even my butt didn't hurt anymore. I could have been floating on a cloud for all I felt.

"Mmm, thanks," I said, stretching languidly.

Riley still wasn't done. I'd assumed he was only still licking to try and bring me down gently, rather than just stopping short. However, when he brushed my clit again I had to push him away for real this time. I was too sensitive to go again right away.

"Stop," I said as forcefully as I could manage.

He looked at me like a confused puppy who wasn't sure what it had done wrong. I almost giggled, but lacked the energy.

"You don't want me to keep going?"

"I kind of do, but... enough's enough for now. Quit while you're ahead."

"Sounds like advice you could take."

"Yeah, maybe it is. That was the point you were trying to make, wasn't it? About not pushing too much at once, or something like that?"

"Kind of, yeah. Don't remind me though, I still feel bad about it."

I held out my arms for a hug. Riley shook his head, but soon gave in and lay down beside me, allowing me to wrap my arms around him.

"I still love you," I said.

"Me too. If nothing else, at least we have that going for us."

"Mm-hm." I snuggled against my brother's chest. It would be so easy to fall asleep right where I was. "Hey Ri?"

"Yeah?"

"Am I, like, your girlfriend now? You know, not really, but kinda?"

He hesitated a few seconds before answering. "Yeah, kinda. I guess."

"So you get to be my brother and my boyfriend."

I liked saying it out loud. It may not really have made a practical difference what we labeled our relationship, but it made me feel all fuzzy inside. My boyfriend. I didn't know what it was, but it made me feel special. No other girl I knew could use that word to describe her brother.

"Something like that."

I kissed his shoulder, then nestled my head against it. "I love you."

"You said that already."

I didn't answer. I was halfway to being asleep already. After a moment, I felt his lips barely touch the side of my forehead, then he went still too.

****

Mom and Dad were acting weird the next morning. They were weird anyway, but this was something different; something unique. I tried not to let it get to me as I ate my breakfast, but it nagged at me. Something about the way they were smiling just irked me.

Whatever it was, it didn't seem to have anything to do with me. They all but ignored me as they went about their own morning preparations. That was fine with me, so I decided not to ask questions. Being ignored was better than most of the alternatives. Besides, I had my own problems. It was hard to find a sitting position that didn't remind me of the night before. My poor butt still hadn't forgiven me for the abuse it had suffered.

Things became much more clear as soon as Riley made an appearance. While they'd paid little attention to my arrival, they practically burst with excitement when he showed up. I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help trying to figure out what he'd done well this time. As far as I was aware, nothing all that special had happened to him. Nothing that they knew about at least.

"Morning, sweetie," Mom greeted him.

"Morning," he replied obliviously.

Riley let our parents' beaming smiles fly right on over his head. They might as well have been invisible to him. I couldn't help grinning to myself at my brother's indifference toward their mood.

"So..." Dad prompted, clearing his throat expectantly.

Riley didn't even seem to realize he was the one being addressed. I had to stifle a giggle.

"Who's the lucky girl?" Mom finally asked.

My grin died and my heart rate shot up. Riley was a little slower on the uptake, but he shot me a concerned glance once he came the same conclusion I had. Mom must have had a reason to think there was a "lucky girl," and it had to have something to do with me.

"Beats me," Riley said, maintaining a world-class poker face. "What are we talking about?"

"Son," Dad started gently, "we don't mind you having your girl over at night, we'd just like to meet her is all."

"What makes you think I have a girl?"

Our parents at least had the decency to blush. Riley must have been stalling for time, because everyone in the room already knew the answer to his question. We must not have been quiet enough last night.

Mom and Dad exchanged a look. I was glad they were in less comfortable territory, but I was right there with them. My only real choice was to go on the offensive.

"So you think I have a boyfriend and you get all worried and protective, but he gets a girlfriend and it's congratulations all round?"

"Anna, please, we're trying to--"

"No, that's bullshit. I'm not a baby, so why do you always have to treat me like one?"

Dad frowned. "We don't treat you like a baby. But we're allowed to worry about you. We just--"

"Yeah, worried, right. 'Cause god forbid I have any fun. It's fine if Riley fucks any girl he wants, but I--"

"Anna!"

The look of shock on Mom's face when I dropped the f-bomb almost made me lose it. Righteous indignation had never been something I'd had to fake before. It was a new and special challenge.

"Whatever." I pushed away from the table. "Have fun celebrating with your favourite child."

I left as quickly as I could without abandoning all pretense of dignity. I heard my name called several times, but thankfully no sounds of pursuit. I breathed easier once I made it to my room. Hopefully Riley would be able to work with my dramatics and wouldn't get cornered into revealing something he shouldn't.

****

I was kind of surprised when Riley came to pick me up after school, but I took it in stride. I got a few playfully jealous comments from my friends as I walked toward my brother's car. At least two of them had admitted to having crushes on him at one point or another. It was sort of nice to be reminded that there were plenty of girls he could have had, and that I'd still been the one to get him.

I hopped in the passenger seat and Riley started driving. I squirmed around a little to try and get comfortable. I'd been having problems with that all day.

"Miss me that bad, huh? Had to come pick me up just so you could see me?"

He snorted. "Yeah, that's it. Can't go a whole day without my little sister around."

"I knew it."

I smiled smugly, trying to goad him into revealing something. He ignored me until he pulled onto the main road.

"That was quite a performance this morning."

"Did you like it? I kinda wish I could have seen the aftermath."

"It wasn't as good as the main show. It did get Mom and Dad to lay off the whole 'girlfriend' subject though. At least, it mostly did."

Riley leaned over slightly and fished around in his pocket. He pulled his hand back out clutching something small. He displayed it to me while holding it between his thumb and finger.

"Is that a condom?"

"Yeah. Dad pushed a few of them on me this morning. Said he wanted to make sure I was being safe."

I winced. "Oof, that must have been awkward." I shook my head and sighed. "But at least they're supportive of you. I think the way they see it, I'm not supposed to know what sex is yet."

"I did try to tell you, you're their little girl. They're gonna be protective of you."

"Well maybe I don't want them to be. Maybe I'd be fine on my own. Maybe they should be giving me condoms and letting me do things my own way." I paused and reconsidered. "Actually no, the less either Mom or Dad talks to me about sex, the better."

"Yeah, I'm with you on that one. On the other hand, I kinda thought you'd be all over the chance to use the condoms Dad gave me. You know, just out of spite."

A slow grin spread over my face. "You mean let my big brother use them on me? Fuck, Dad would totally lose it if he knew. Mom too, for that matter." I giggled maniacally. "You have a twisted mind, you know that?"

"I am aware."

"Sooo, is that the plan? Is that why you came to pick me up? You're just horny, huh?"

"Something like that. More to the point, I kind of wanted to talk to you alone."

"Oh yeah? What about?"
Riley seemed reluctant to tell me, despite having brought the subject up. We were almost home and would soon lose our window of opportunity to converse in private. Then again, it wouldn't be that hard to find somewhere to talk if we wanted to. Either of our rooms would do just fine. I stuck with my original theory that he was just hoping for some sexy times.

"You know how we were talking about, like, falling in love with each other?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"Well, I kinda think I might be."

He didn't so much as flick his gaze over at me after his admission. He seemed embarrassed by it.

"Ri, I knew that already. You don't have to be embarrassed."

"You couldn't have. I didn't even know until... I dunno, this morning maybe?"

I shrugged. "I was pretty sure after the way you licked my pussy last night."

"What? I could have done that without having any feelings for you at all. That's just something sexual."

"Not the way you did it. It's okay though 'cause I was already on my way to being in love with you last time talked about it. It's not like you're alone in that."

Riley pulled into our driveway. He was silent until he had the car parked and turned off.

"You really were, weren't you? I thought you might be, but at the time I was hoping I was just wrong."

"Well... it wasn't like I was completely there yet. Besides, it doesn't really matter anymore."

"No, I suppose it doesn't."

We sat staring at each other for a moment. Finally Riley leaned over and kissed me softly. I broke into a stupid grin. I couldn't help it.

"I knew you were just horny."

"Shut up." He glanced toward the house. "Mom's home, we probably shouldn't stay out here too long."

"Meet in my room?"

I bounced out of the car before he could argue with me. My pussy was already getting wet in anticipation of what was going to happen. I didn't worry that he wouldn't follow me; he wanted me as badly as I wanted him.

I went to my mirror as soon as I got to my room. I checked out my hair and made sure it was behaving itself. I didn't hear Riley coming yet, so I worked my way down to my breasts. I examined them critically, trying to decide if it was worth taking my bra off before my brother arrived. My nipples were stiffening under my shirt, and without a bra in the way it would probably be quite noticeable.

I popped my head out the doorway to take a quick look down the hall. It was empty. I was disappointed that Riley wasn't excited enough to already have joined me, but it meant I still had time to get ready for him. I went back to my mirror and pulled my bra off as quickly as I could manage, then readjusted my shirt. My nipples were even more prominent than I'd hoped. They were little diamond-tipped peaks on my chest.

Riley finally showed up as I was playing with my breasts, trying to decide what angle made them look the best. I grinned as he walked up behind me, watching his approach in the mirror. He reached around me and cupped my boobs in his hands.

"That looks like fun," he said.

"You wanna play with my boobies, big bro?"

"Kinda, yeah." He kissed my cheek. "It's not really a good time though. Mom's in a chatty mood. I only barely got away from her by saying I had to come check on something. She's probably expecting me back."

I stuck out my bottom lip and made sad eyes at his reflection.

"You'd rather spend time with her than me?"

"Not hardly. I just don't want her to come looking for us while we're in a compromising position. Plus you're so damn noisy she'll hear it if we try anything."

"Hey! You shoved your dick up my butt, don't blame me if I made a few sounds during that."

He kissed me again, this time on my neck.

"Later."

"Now."

"Anna...."

"She'll just think you're in your room jerking off or something. She won't come here looking for you."

Riley sighed. "Look, I'm just as horny as you, okay? But there's more to it than that."

"I'll be quiet. I won't make a single sound. Mom'll never know."

"I'm not talking about that anymore."

My forehead wrinkled in confusion. "Then what are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about us. Our whole relationship. I'm pretty much falling for you, and you've clearly fallen for me already. I have no doubts left about that after last night."

"Right, so I get to be your secret girlfriend or whatever. And vice versa. What more needs to be discussed?"

"Well... I went to look at some apartments today. You know, for us to move into. Maybe. Like, we can't just keep letting things happen. We have to be proactive."

I grinned widely and spun to face my brother, throwing my arms around him excitedly.

"You mean it? You want to move in to a new place together? I didn't think you'd ever leave home."

"Never had a reason before."

I kissed him hard. His hands went to my butt, squeezing gently as he lifted me slightly. My breasts pressed against his chest. I wondered if he could feel my nipples poking him.

"I love you," I whispered.

"Yeah, me too."

I let him push me slowly toward my bed. His hands were everywhere on my body, and mine on his. All of a sudden my legs ran into the side of my bed, but he just kept pushing. I giggled as I fell onto my back and bounced gently on the mattress.

Riley stood over me, looking down at his little sister all sprawled out for him. I wasn't sure what he was going to do, but I knew it would be good. His cock was already forming a tent in his shorts. He wouldn't be able to hold himself back.

"What ya gonna do now?"

The corner of his lips curled upward. He lowered himself slowly until his hands were planted on either side of me. He held himself there for a moment, his breath warm on my face, then moved down. He slowly pushed my shirt up, kissing my tummy as more and more of it was exposed. A shiver ran up my spine and I cooed happily at the physical attention.

Soon my shirt was past my breasts, my hard little nipples bared before my brother. He kissed each of them in turn, then changed directions, heading back to my waist. He tugged at my shorts, pulling them down my legs. I squirmed and wiggled in anticipation, my need growing stronger with every passing second.

"Hold still," Riley said. "Moving around like isn't going to make me go faster."

"I can't help it. I neeeed you."

He gave me a gentle slap on my bare hip, as close as he could get to my butt without rolling me over. I giggled, unable to summon even a token protest at the treatment. He fumbled with my panties, his excitement cutting into his fine motor control. Once they were off, I lay naked below him.

I looked up at my brother lovingly. I wanted to move into a new place with him so badly now that the idea was in my head. I wanted to live with him, and only him. More urgently, though, I wanted him inside me. I felt the need for him like I'd never felt it before. The bond between us seemed stronger than ever. It was stronger. I wasn't just his sister anymore--not even a sister with benefits--but his lover too, just as he was mine.

Riley stood up and started pulling his shirt over his head. I sprang into action and went for his shorts. I was too worked up to wait for him to take them off himself. He grunted in surprise at how quickly I stripped his lower half. I wrapped my fingers around his cock as soon as it was uncovered. It was so hard in my hand.

"Goddamn, Anna...."

I stroked his shaft slowly, looking up at him as I did. His mouth hung partway open, and his eyes flicked back and forth between mine, and the handjob he was getting.

"We could do this anytime we wanted, you know, if we moved out."

"I know."

"And other things."

"I know. It was my idea, remember?"

I grinned. "Yeah, I do."

I licked the tip of his erection, then took a longer lick along the underside of his shaft. He groaned appreciatively. I took the head of his cock in my mouth and stroked the base with my hand. Even though I had my own needs, once I started working on him it was hard to stop.

Riley reached down and grabbed my breasts while I sucked his cock. He fondled and toyed with them, giving extra attention to my nipples. I bobbed my head faster along his length in response.

Suddenly he pushed me away, and I fell back onto the bed. He advanced on me, fully naked, nothing separating our bodies. My heartbeat threatened to tear a hole in my chest as his fully hard erection brushed against my pussy.

"I want you," he said.

"Me too."

"I want to be inside you."

I reached down and grasped his cock, guiding it to my entrance. I slid the tip up and down my wet slit, getting it nicely slick with my juices.

"So do it."

He kissed me, then backed away. "I gotta get a condom first. I'm not getting you pregnant."

I pouted at him. "Do you have to?"

"Yes. I do. Don't look at me like that."

I sighed and watched as he retrieved one of the condoms Dad had given him. I really did enjoy the idea of using them, in a wicked sort of way. It was a petty sort of revenge that he and Mom would hopefully never find out about.

It seemed to take Riley forever to get the condom open and rolled down his shaft. That was probably just the distorted sense of time that came from being so horny. I quickly decided that it wasn't the same with the condom between us as without. His cock was no longer naked as he slid it against my pussy, and even though it shouldn't have made a huge difference, it did. Maybe it was all in my head, but I felt like part of out connection had been severed.

"It's not the same," I said.

"I know, but it's close."

I tried to enjoy it, tried to pretend like it was only Riley's cock I could feel. It was still nice. I was way too turned on to argue with him too much anyway. I wanted him in me, condom or not.

He lined himself up, then looked into my eyes as he pushed forward. I held my breath as my pussy opened up for him and he slowly sank inside. I moaned out loud as the head of his cock slipped in. I clapped a hand over my mouth to muffle myself. Mom was still out there somewhere.

Riley leaned down to suck on my nipple as he rocked back and forth in small movements. He worked his way deeper inside me with his gentle thrusting. Being filled up by my brother was like nothing I'd ever felt before. The love I had for him, the physical sensations, and the thrill of finally having his cock in my pussy all combined into something far bigger and more meaningful than any one of those things by itself.

I put my hands on each side of Riley's head and pulled it up so I could kiss him. I forced my tongue between his lips and explored his mouth. His body pressed down on me, his chest crushing against my hard little nipples. I held him to me, loving the feeling of so much of his bare skin against mine.

He entered me fully on every down stroke. I didn't even care anymore that I was technically feeling the condom and not his cock. The fullness, the warmth, and his love were enough. I was so far beyond any pleasure I'd ever known. I had everything I wanted; I had my brother. He was mine in every way that mattered.

"I love you so much," I whispered into his ear.

Riley grunted acknowledgement and buried his face between my neck and shoulder. He kissed me savagely, nipping at my exposed skin. I dug my nails into his back as he thrust into me harder and harder. I clung to him as he pounded my pussy.

I was in a world all my own. I was barely even conscious of the room around me. All that I could see or feel was my brother. We were connected physically, sexually, and emotionally. I wanted the moment to last forever.

All of a sudden Riley pulled away from me. I almost cried as he left me, his cock withdrawing from my pussy. I looked at him in confusion and hurt. I didn't understand what had happened.

"Fuck this," he muttered.

I opened my mouth to protest, but realized just in time that he wasn't speaking to me. He was fumbling with the condom on his erection, peeling it off. I didn't think he could have cum yet, but he was removing it anyway.

"Riley?"

He gave me a crooked smile as he managed to rid himself of his rubber sheath.

"I give up. It really isn't the same with it on."

I smiled back as he returned to me. He slipped back inside me as though it was the most natural thing in the world. I was glad he'd changed his mind; feeling his naked cock in me made everything just that much more real and intense. I could only imagine how much better it felt for him.

His strokes were longer and smoother than before. He seemed intent on experiencing every possible sensation that his new freedom allowed. I whimpered in pleasure every time he bottomed out in me. It was all just too much for me to handle. It felt too good.

I came explosively. One second it was still building, and the next it was tearing through me. I heard myself scream, only for an instant before Riley's mouth was on mine, muffling any sound I could to make. I moaned and writhed as he kept fucking me, sending small aftershocks through my pleasure-filled body.

I squeezed my pussy involuntarily with each spasm of my muscles. The increased tightness had its effect on my brother. His breathing was becoming laboured and his movements held more urgency than before. He was getting close.

Riley pounded my pussy hard, becoming increasingly desperate for his release. I kissed his lips and neck, and continued massaging his cock with my pussy muscles. I didn't care that he was inside me and that it wasn't safe; I wanted him to cum.

"Do it, Ri. Do it."

He grunted in response. He was too focused to do much else. I could see in his eyes that he was right on the brink.

He pushed himself away. I felt his cock slip free, and I experienced the pang of being emptied a second time. I didn't get the chance to be any more disappointed than that as I almost immediately felt a splash of hot liquid on my tummy. Riley stroked his cock with his hand as his cum shot out, letting it land on my bare skin. I sighed contentedly and stretched out, leaving my tummy exposed as a target for him.

Riley flopped down onto the bed next to me, his energy spent. His cum slowly cooled on my skin. I left it alone, enjoying the feel of it in the afterglow.

"Almost though you were gonna cum in me," I said.

"Thought about it. Would have been a bad idea."

"Yeah, but I don't think I would have minded. The idea of you getting me pregnant... it's kind of exciting."

Riley rolled his eyes and threw an arm around me dragging me into his embrace. I giggled and allowed myself to be enfolded protectively.

"You're always looking for more, aren't you? You should try just enjoying what you have. Baby steps, Anna." He paused. "Or maybe that's a bad choice of words."

"That's okay, I'm not really ready for something like that anyway." Although, now that the idea was in my head.... "So when do you think we could move into our own place? How long would that take?"

He shrugged. "Beats me. I've never done it before."

"But just think, we'd be able to do whatever we wanted. We wouldn't even have to be quiet. And it probably wouldn't even be that hard to find a place. We'd have to figure out a story to tell Mom and Dad though I guess. But it--"

Riley quieted me by tilting my mouth toward his and kissing me. My words quickly died away.

"Hush, Anna. Try to just enjoy the moment, would you?"

I nodded. "'Kay."

Even as we lapsed into silence, my mind whirled. Plans were already forming, being strung together in my head from whims and fantasies. I didn't care what Riley said; I was fully capable of enjoying the moment while also thinking of the future. Going slowly just wasn't my thing, and I knew he understood that.

Either way, whether we proceeded carefully or recklessly, things were going to be amazing. My brother loved me, and I was happy. Everything else would work itself out.