Chapter 5

Posted: October 26, 2006 - 12:09:56 am

Brian accidentally woke me up as he tried to slip out of bed at six-thirty the next morning. I grumbled sleepily.

"Go back to sleep Brit, I'll be back in a half hour. I really need to get some laps in at the pool," he whispered.

I nodded and pulled his pillow beside me so I could hug it and smell his lingering scent. I was asleep again before he went out the door. While I slept, I dreamed of Brian and me locked in a torrid embrace, his large penis relentlessly pounding into me, as I lay splayed under him in total surrender. The dream was so vivid I awoke gasping for breath. I had rolled on top of Brian's pillow, and was grinding my hips down on the two fingers I had jammed into my wet, quivering sex. Even awake, I continued grinding on my fingers, although now, I used my thumb on my clit as well. I bit into my pillow when I came, to keep from screaming out Brian's name.

I heard the shower running as I regained my composure. It took a genuine effort to keep from going in there and joining him. It was as if my craving for Brian increased with every day that passed. My sexuality that I had so long suppressed seemed to be taking over my life and it was horrifically concentrated on my brother. Yet, as I thought about it, maybe it wasn't that horrific at all. Brian and I being off limits to each other was a convention of society, not a law of nature. What would actually be wrong with us making love to each other, as long as we took the normal precautions to prevent pregnancy? The only real drawback I could see was keeping the relationship from my parents.

I shook those thoughts out of my head and tried to focus on something else. I finally settled on my date with Rich Caldwell coming up that night. I was more than willing to give Rich a second chance, because if he could make me feel even half of what Brian did, it would head off a host of potential problems. It was hell that I was discovering my long lost sexuality a thousand miles from home, sharing a room with the one person who had it in his power to lead me astray.

About that missing sexuality... I guess I need to fill in a few blanks about myself so you'll understand what I'm talking about. See, I was a late bloomer; I didn't have my first period until well past my fifteenth birthday. Then it was five months before I had another. At the time I was a sophomore in high school, flat as a board, skinny as a rail and I had a stainless steel grill that would have been the envy of Nelly and every other rapper in America. My mother said I was just a butterfly waiting to emerge from its cocoon, the ugly ducky ready to become a beautiful swan.

Intellectually I knew all that, I am a very smart woman, after all, but in the world of vicious adolescents, the future didn't mean much. The cruel teasing from boys and some girls made me feel terrible. My body didn't straighten itself out until my doctor put me on the Pill for a year to regulate my periods. My body developed in a big spurt, and I quit the pills six months ago. I didn't need them because my periods were regular, and by then, I'd already decided that sex was something I could and would do without. I managed to hold to those convictions until two nights ago; now, sex was about all I thought about. Let me amend that — sex with my brother was all I thought about.

When Brian came out of the bathroom, I feigned being asleep. He glanced over at me, turned his back and began fishing clothes out of his duffel. Suddenly, the towel wrapped around his waist drop to the floor, and I was treated to a marvelous view of Brian in all his naked glory. I had to bite my tongue as I looked at him through slitted eyelids. Brian was an Adonis. His wide shoulders tapered into a narrow waist and hips. His back was smoothly muscled and his hard little ass was perfect.

As much as I loved my brother's sexy backside, there was something on the other side I longed to see. I stared intently at his body, willing him to turn toward me. As if in answer to my silent wish, he slowly turned, stopping when his masculine organ came into full view.

My heart stuck in my throat at the sight of it. It was soft now, the shaft draped over the plump, sperm-filled scrotum. Yet even in its flaccid state, his penis still seemed to radiate masculine virility and power. I longed to reach out and grab the soft shaft; to caress and fondle it; to see it magically transform into the long hard truncheon I had lovingly stroked last night.

I shivered as he pulled on a red, white and blue Speedo, and waited until he had his shorts on, before pretending to wake up. My exaggerated yawn made him turn around. When I knew I had his attention, I sat up and stretched. Since all I had on was my panties, he got an eyeful of my perky breasts and cherry nipples as I raised my arms overhead.

"I didn't think women were supposed to be so beautiful first thing in the morning," he said.

"I usually am no such thing, I think you are just biased," I replied.

"If me thinking that you are the most beautiful and wonderful woman on Earth is biased, then yeah, I guess I am," he said.

What a guy! I jumped into the shower, feeling really good; Brian's comments had made my day. I mean, did you notice how he didn't make some crude juvenile remark about my boobs? He just told me I was beautiful. A girl could get used to being treated like that.

We were dressed and downstairs by eight that morning, wondering what mom's plan was for the day. All we'd been told was to bring a towel and wear our bathing suit under our clothes. I was wearing a red and white one piece with high cut legs. The suit showed of my long legs and flat stomach, plus it made my ass not look huge. Mom and dad came down about five minutes later and joined us. They really did make an attractive couple when dad was out of his geek mode. We left the hotel without even going to breakfast, something Brian bemoaned loudly. Mom mollified him (and me) by saying that breakfast and lunch were included in the price of admission to our mystery destination.

Our destination turned out to be Discovery Cove, a part of Sea World, where you could swim with bottlenose dolphins or among the tropical fishes in a simulated coral reef. You also could float through the aviary or just laze around on the white sand beach. The place didn't have the usual theme park crush of people, because only a thousand people are allowed in per day, and then only by advanced reservation. Mom, dad and I grabbed life vests, but Brian opted for a wet suit. We also collected swim fins, facemasks and snorkels. I thought the place was nice, but for Brian it was as if he had died and gone to heaven. I don't think he was out of the water for a total of thirty minutes from the time we arrived, until we called it a day.

Our turn for the dolphin experience came at ten-thirty in the morning. Our family was part of a group of a dozen or so. We received a short lecture, and then went into the water with the dolphins. It was an amazing experience being so close to the dolphins; we all enjoyed it, but Brian was in heaven. The staff noticed immediately how well the dolphins and Brian related, and when our time was up, pulled him aside. I couldn't believe it when they led Brian around to the dolphins' holding pool and let him get in the water with the dolphins and their trainers. It was awe inspiring to watch my brother interact with a pair of the large aquatic mammals. It was as if he were one of them. One of the trainers, a young woman who was probably a college student, commented about it.

"I have never seen Laverne and Lennie act like that with anyone. Your boyfriend must be very special," she said.

"I think he is almost one of them," I replied, not correcting her for calling Brian my boyfriend.

She nodded. "I think you're right. I've never seen anyone dive with them and stay under water so long. If he hadn't been swimming the entire time, I would have already gone in after him. He could have a job here in a minute if he wanted one."

I glanced at her sharply as she was talking, she sounded almost reverent as she spoke about Brian.

"He has a full time job already, keeping me happy," I said with a smile.

The woman grinned and leaned conspiratorially towards me. "By the looks of him, I'll bet he's good at that too," she said.

We called it a day about three and headed back to the hotel. We were all tired and ready for a nap, especially Bri, he was happy as a clam, but all that swimming had worn him out. I was pretty happy too, although not from the swimming. No, what made me happy was the photo of Brian and me together that one of the ubiquitous, pushy photographers took. Mom had bought the family group photo, but Brian had insisted on a picture of just him and me. In the photo, we are standing in front of the aviary, Brian behind me with his arms around me, my arms resting on his. I normally hate being in a picture but this was the best I had ever looked in a photograph.

Brian dragged me to the gift shop as soon as we arrived back at the hotel, and bought us a couple of kitschy shell covered picture frames. Once in the room, he framed our photos and gave one to me. That little 5x7 piece of Kodak paper, in its tacky plastic frame, instantly became my most prized possession.

Once we were back in our room, we both stripped down to our underwear and climbed tiredly into the bed. Brian called down and left a wake up call for seven in the evening, and I called mom and begged us out of eating dinner with them. I think we were both snoring before the handset of the telephone stopped rocking on its cradle.

I woke up to the ringing phone at seven, but Brian was still dead to the world. As I lay on my side watching him sleep, I began to have my doubts about us being with other people that evening. As much as I liked Rich Caldwell, I didn't think he could ever make me feel anything like I did right that minute, and Brian wasn't even awake. Furthermore, the green-eyed monster called jealousy was gnawing on my insides. How the heck was I going to act nonchalant if Brian was in the same room, putting the moves on that slut Amber Cohen? Christ, I'll bet she would trip him and land under him if given the chance. Of course that was my emotions talking, rational Britney hoped that Rich rang all my chimes tonight, and that Amber would take Brian's mind off his unhealthy obsession with me.

I pulled back the bed sheet, intending to quietly slip out of bed to take a quick shower, but as I did so, I caught sight of something that made me stop. It was the front of Brian's boxer-briefs, or more specifically, the big bulge straining to get out of them.

I looked back at Brian's face. He had the peaceful look and slow, easy breathing of one who is sound asleep. I returned my gaze to his bulge. I really didn't want to disturb his slumber, but the temptation to do some groping was irresistible.

I carefully reached down and lightly touched his bulge with a fingertip. He remained asleep, so I continued my exploration, lightly tracing the outline of his erection. It was lucky for me that he was such a sound sleeper, because my furtive groping quickly grew bolder. Before long, I was running my hand over it and even squeezing it.

Emboldened by his continued slumber, I took hold of the waistband of his underwear and ever so gently lifted it away from his stomach. This gave me a nice peek at what lay underneath, and I liked what I saw. In fact, I liked it so much, I pulled back the waistband and tucked it beneath his scrotum. Now I had a completely unobstructed view of the object of my obsession.

After a quick look back to Brian's face verified he was still asleep, I returned to feast my eyes upon his splendid manhood. I softly ran my fingertips up and down the length of his hot shaft, mentally estimating its girth and length. Lacking any previous experience with other males, I had no idea how Brian stacked up in the size department, but it sure looked big to me.

I moved my exploration to Brian's scrotum, gently cupping it in the palm of my hand. I carefully probed for the testicles and found them. I was surprised to discover they aren't really round; they were shaped more like pecans. Hmm... wonder why they call them balls?

My exploration was interrupted by a soft moan from Brian. He appeared to be stirring out of his deep sleep. I quickly tugged his underwear back in place, slipped out of bed, and headed for the bathroom to shower.

I planned on looking hot tonight. I knew I could look at least as good as those Lindsey Lohan and Paris Hilton clones I'd seen at the pool last night. I fixed my hair so that it flowed in sensuous waves down past my shoulders, and put on some eyeliner and a hint of dark blue shadow. I swapped out my pearl studs for some dangly hoops, and applied some cherry lip-gloss. The results were as good as I was hoping for.

"Yeah, you'll do," I said to my reflection in the mirror.

Back in the bedroom, I woke up Brian and sent him in to shower while I slipped into my clothes. I had decided on a red flared miniskirt and white three quarter sleeve blouse. The blouse was fitted and really highlighted my shape. I'd even worn my Victoria's Secret shaper bra, so my girls were out to here. I was sitting in one of the room's two chairs when Brian came out to get his clothes. He gave me the once over and wolf whistled. I smiled and shooed him into the bathroom to dress, while I watched the Disney Channel, hoping to see the show Rich had been on.

Brian was out of the bathroom and dressed in fewer than twenty minutes. It was my turn to whistle as he walked back in. Brian was wearing a pair of stone washed Levis and a plaid western style shirt. The jeans were just tight enough to accent his butt and hint at his package. He was wearing his cowboy boots that made him appear even taller. His medium length black hair was casually brushed, and his aftershave was manly, yet not over-powering. In a word, he was hot, and his nearness was making me gush. I gave him a smile and we headed towards the elevator.

"Let's try to have fun with other people tonight, Bri. I promise I won't try to cramp your style again," I said as the elevator took us down.

He looked at me intently. "Are you sure about this Brit? I don't want you to do something just to prove you can do without me, I'd rather stay away from you completely."

"That's so sweet Bri. But listen, all these feelings are so new to me and they are overwhelming sometimes. I'm not as against the thought of you and I getting together one day as I was before, but before anything like that happens, I want to know for sure my reasons for doing it. I know how you feel about things, now I have to sort out my feelings."

It wasn't the clearest explanation in the world, but Brian seemed to understand it. He nodded his acceptance with a shrug as we exited the elevator in the basement of the resort. The twenty and under club was rocking out when we arrived. As soon as the elevator doors slid silently open, the throb of a Sean Paul rap number filled the air. I giggled at Brian's frown; he was not a fan of hip-hop or rap.

"Come on cowboy, relax and enjoy yourself," I chided.

The Dolphin's twenty and under club was a typical Disney Production, meaning it was well run and safe. We paid our five-dollar cover charge and walked inside. The place was jumping with at least a hundred people on the dance floor, and as many more sitting around at the large banquet-style round tables. I looked around and spotted Rich waving to us from a table that was well removed from the DJ's humongous speakers. I pointed out Rich to Brian and headed towards his table. There was another couple sitting at the table, but they weren't with Rich. Judging from the water bottles and glasses on the table, there were at least two other people sitting there also.

I enjoyed Rich's welcoming kiss, it bode well for an enjoyable evening. Rich and Brian shook hands then Brian went to the bar to get me a Diet Coke and himself a bottle of water. I was turned towards Rich when Brian brought the drinks to the table, so I didn't see him wander off. It was at least five minutes later while I was telling Rich about Discovery Cove, when I noticed him missing. I was at the part of the day that included the dolphin experience, when I turned to Brian to clarify a point. Rich saw my confused look and pointed behind me as he had done at the pool.

"Amber kidnapped him again. I've never seen her so fixated on a guy before, usually it's the other way around," he said.

I turned in my chair and caught sight of them a couple of tables away from us. My stomach did a flip-flop at the sight of her sitting in his lap. Her arm was around his neck and his hand was casually resting on her bare thigh as she whispered in his ear. Amber was wearing an outfit that Brian might as well have picked out for her. She had on a flouncy little denim mini; white high-heeled cowgirl boots; and a tight pink t-shirt that said "Cowboy Up," above a picture of a bucking bronco. I choked down my bile and turned back to Rich. As much as it hurt, I was determined to have a good time with someone besides my brother.

"We rescued him last night; tonight he is on his own. Come on, let's dance," I said.

Rich gave me a smile, took my hand and led me out to the dance floor. All right, I admit that I'm not big on the dating scene, but one thing I can do is dance. Mom had me taking ballet, tap, jazz and modern dance from the age of five because of my awkwardness. The lessons paid off, in that I became a very good dancer. So here I was in a trendy club, looking my best, and with a handsome guy. I could tell Rich was impressed and I was having a blast. I surreptitiously checked on my brother every so often and even talked to him and Amber when they were dancing near us. I had mixed feelings that he appeared to be having a good time also.

My feelings were less mixed when I saw Brian and Amber slow dancing. I mean, I was pretty comfortable in Rich's arms, but give me a break! She was riding his thigh and grinding against him like some ho. A thousand dollar a night ho, I amended, because she looked absolutely gorgeous. I did not like what she was doing even one little bit! Especially since dancing with Rich was fun, but it was as if he were my brother in the normal sense. What was fun was the dancing part. Rich was just there, know what I mean? Amber did not seem to have that problem, as she humped Brian's leg as if she were an ill-mannered poodle. I was happy when they walked off the dance floor after the song ended.

Rich was as good a dancer as I. I know we were a striking couple, especially during the fast songs. Heck, we were so into it, we even did a little innocent dirty dancing. At least it was innocent on my part. I wasn't getting any vibes from it, but when Rich rubbed against me, I could feel he had a very firm erection. I didn't shy away from his hard-on, but I didn't actively rub against it either. I wasn't Amber (The Ho) Cohen. Thinking about Amber made me start looking for her and my brother. I didn't see them on the dance floor, and they weren't at their table. I waited for ten minutes, in case they had gone to the restroom. By eleven, I knew they weren't in the club. The realization was a knife in my heart.

I hung with Rich for another fifteen minutes before telling him I was tired and ready to go to my hotel room. I could tell Rich was disappointed, but he escorted me to my room anyway. He kissed me outside the door of our room, and even copped a couple of feels. Even though his touches and kisses weren't doing anything for me, I almost let him talk me into going to his room with him, just to get even with Brian. I didn't though, because like I said, I had tons of will power, except where Brian was concerned. Rich asked me out again. I told him I didn't think so, but I thanked him for being such a nice guy. I kissed him good night and slipped into our room. My heart jumped into my throat when I saw Brian lying in bed, watching the history channel.

"What are you doing here?" I asked in surprise.

"Duh, I live here, remember?"

"I mean I thought you were somewhere with Amber," I said.

He shrugged and grinned. "She tried to get me back to her room, but I wouldn't do it. She lost her temper and called me a fag. Said she was going to tell all the other girls I was queer, so none of them would talk to me. Amber is pretty much a spoiled bitch."

It was my turn to smile. "You think?"

I was so happy that Brian hadn't fallen into Amber's clutches, I was almost giddy. I went into the bathroom, washed off my make up and brushed my teeth. I stripped down to my panties, slipped on my sleep shirt and joined Brian in bed. He raised his arm and without a thought, I snuggled up against him. I sighed as he gently pulled me to him. I was lying on my side, my arm draped across his chest.

"How about you Brit, did you have fun with Rich?" Brian asked.

"I had fun dancing with him," I said, "but he didn't do anything for me any other way. I tried to be open about it because he is a nice, handsome guy. I even allowed him a few liberties to see if I could find that spark I have with you."

I said the last softly, my face crimson with embarrassment. Brian laughed and hugged me tight.

"Yeah, I did the same thing. You know I listen to what you tell me, so I decided that I'd give it a chance with Amber. I figured that as hot as she looks and acts, she was a perfect test. Of course, it didn't hurt that she was interested either. It was really strange being with her; she was so receptive and I just couldn't get that interested." He chuckled again. "I can't blame her for thinking I was gay. I'll bet I'm the first straight guy that ever turned her down."

My selfish little heart lurched at his words. That he passed up Amber again because of me, made me feel high as a kite. I pulled his head down and kissed him with all the feelings that had been building during the day. Brian returned my kiss with a passion that took my breath away. Before I knew it, I was flat on my back, and his lips were working their way down my neck. When he started tugging on my shirt, I raised my arms. I was as eager to be shed of it as he was.

No longer impeded by the sleep shirt, his lips started back at the point of my collarbone. He licked and nibbled me as his hands roamed across my chest. His fingertips were lightly grazing my breasts in feather soft caresses, as his lips worked on my neck. Suddenly Brian swept my hair aside and gently bit me right behind my right ear. His teeth sent a shock wave down my body that caused my vagina to clench. I pulled a pillow against my mouth and moaned loudly into it. It seemed as if he kissed and nibbled and caressed me for hours as he steadily moved down my body. When his hand reached the top of my panties, he looked at me questioningly. Unhesitatingly, I raised my hips and helped him pull them off, the last barrier of my resistance slipped away with the flimsy aqua scrap of satin and lace.

Brian levered himself up on one arm and looked down at me. I blushed as he stared raptly at me.

"It is as beautiful as the rest of you," he said reverently.

I pulled him down for a kiss as his fingers trailed through the downy hair that I'd left at the top of my cleft.

As we locked up in a torrid kiss, his fingers slipped down lightly and touched my lust-swollen vulva. Brian was the first person not my gynecologist to touch me there. As his fingers slid lower and ran between the distended lips of my sex, I had a small climax. Oh golly, did his touch feel nice. To me, that was a big surprise, because I'd always imagined that no one would know how to touch me better than I could touch myself. Brian broke the kiss and pulled away from me.

"Close your eyes Britney, and listen to me," he said.

I nodded my head and closed my eyes.

"I want you to relax and trust me, you know I would never do anything to hurt you."

I nodded again and sighed as his fingertip touched my lips and started moving down my body. My entire body and mind was focused on that fingertip as it slowly moved over my chin then down my neck. It passed between my breasts and down my stomach as it relentlessly advanced towards my sex. When he reached my center and paused at my opening, I cried out and heaved my hips in the air. His finger felt as if it were white hot, as it sunk into my quivering depths. I cried out in delight at the glorious feeling, my tunnel convulsing around his digit.

Brian pushed my legs apart and I felt him shift around on the bed. I thought I was ready for anything right then, until I felt his tongue on my clit. For once, my oversized clitoris didn't embarrass me, as he sucked it between his lips. I tried with all my might to hold still as he wanted, but I couldn't do it. My hips had a mind of their own, and started thrusting up into his face, as I wrapped my hands in his hair to urge him on. Baby brother didn't need much encouragement though, as he rotated his finger in me until he found my g-spot, all the while his lips and tongue continuing their sweet assault. Suddenly an orgasm started roaring through me like a freight train. It started in my clit and washed over me with the force of a tidal wave. I barely had time to grab a pillow as a primal scream ripped out of my lungs.

Brian held, kissed and caressed me as I came down from my orgasm. It took a while to regain my equilibrium, as I kept having little orgasmic aftershocks. I couldn't believe it when he slipped back between my legs and did it again, nor could I believe that I came just as long and even harder the second time. After my third gut-wrenching climax, I was exhausted. Brian lay on his back and I assumed my favorite position, as I sprawled partially across him. I was tired, but I reached down and touched his penis.

"Let me take care of you now," I said.

He gently disengaged my hand and gave me a squeeze.

"Next time, Brit, this time was all for you. I wanted to show you how much I love you, instead of just telling you all the time."

I kissed his cheek; he was so sweet and made me feel so good.

"You know you could have put it in me anytime tonight. I actually wanted you to, I was just shy about asking," I said.

"We'll get around to that, sweetie, but when we do, it is going to be something that we've specially planned. We are only going to have one first time so I want it to be memorable for both of us."

I nodded and sighed contentedly. How he arrived at being such an amazing person was a mystery to me. It was a fine mystery, though, and I couldn't wait to see what he had planned for us next. As I started to drift off into dreamland, I realized that the man of my dreams was right beside me. When we returned to Iowa, he would be in the room right across from me. I wasn't sure how we were going to handle our relationship around friends and family, but I knew that as long as he wanted me, I was his, body and soul.
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Chapter 6