Chapter 10

Natalie returned a few minutes later. She looked sweaty and a bit tired, but she still glowed when she smiled at me. Instead of crawling onto the bed, she sat on the side. I took that as a sign to pull myself up so I was sitting cross-legged.

“That was amazing,” she said.

“Yeah.”

“But ... we should talk.”

I tensed. “Okay...”

“I love you, Brandon. But ... not like that.”

“Ah.” My heart fell, but I caught myself before too much disappointment could show on my face.

“We can’t be a couple. We can’t.”

I slowly nodded. I knew that, even if I didn’t like it.

“So ... don’t tell me you love me during sex, okay? I just makes things confusing.”

“Okay...” Then the implications of her words sunk in. “So ... we’re going to keep having sex?”

She chuckled. “As soon as you’re ready.”

“That won’t take long,” I chuckled. “But we should reschedule our flights first.”

“God, yes.”

“I’ll call the landlord and you call the rental car company?”

She nodded.

“Then meet you back here?”

“No. Hot tub. I want to talk a little bit more before you fuck me again.”

I grinned. That I was looking forward to.

I beat Natalie to the hot tub by a good ten minutes. Rebooking her flight into Philadelphia turned out to be harder than either of us had expected. In the end, she got her ticket changed to Newark with the plan to take the train. I used some of the extra time to pour us some wine. Natalie gave me a grateful smile when she saw it before she climbed into the tub. I waited for her to get settled.

“So...,” I said, “what did you want to talk about?”

“Us. Incest. The future.”

I nodded.

“So...,” she began, her tone tentative, “I don’t want to lose you as a brother.”

“You won’t,” I said firmly. “I’ll always be your brother. And I’ll always be there for you.”

“Good. And I don’t want us being weird in public. No one can know.”

“Easy,” I said.

“And if either of us feels weird, we stop.”

I chuckled. “This sounds like we’re negotiating a contract.”

She looked chagrined.

“Look, Nat,” I said, “we’ve known each other all our lives. We’ve always gotten along. We can manage this.”

She took a deep breath and let it out. Her lip trembled.

“It’s okay,” I said soothingly, despite my own gut churning. “We can pretend it didn’t happen if you want.”

“No.” Her tone was firm. “No.”

“Good. Because it was amazing. The best I’ve ever had, honestly.”

That brought a small smile. “The best?”

“Better than Cheryl. Better than anyone else. As good as my fantasies.”

That brought the warmth back to her face. “Mine, too.”

“So ... you’ve been fantasizing about ... this?”

She blushed. “Yeah.”

“Me, too.”

We both smiled.

“So ... where’s this coming from? These ... doubts?” I asked.

“Just ... overwhelmed. I ... I never thought it’d happen, you know?”

“Me neither.”

She took a deep breath, and I could see her relax. See her confidence flow back into her. Whatever doubts she had faded away. Then she smirked.

“You ready to go again?”

I grinned. “Whenever you are.”

“Then sit on the side so I can suck your cock.”

Natalie was a horrible cocksucker. And by horrible, I mean she wouldn’t let me come. Her lips and tongue were amazing, and got me going in no time. But each time I got close, she pulled off and just stroked the base of my shaft while grinning at me. The fourth time took me to the edge but didn’t let me come, I glared down at her.

“You are mean.”

She chuckled. “You want me to stop?”

“Yes ... No ... You’re driving me crazy!”

“Heh. That’s the point.”

“There’ll be payback, Nat,” I growled.

She smirked. “Good.” Then she pushed back in the water and stood. She turned, bent at the waist, and spread her legs, before reaching down and bracing herself with her hands on the side of the hot tub.

The invitation was obvious.

She was wet enough, and I was a steel bar at this point, so I had no trouble sliding right in.

I fucked her hard and as fast as I could. She came quickly, with a loud moan and a shudder that rippled through her entire body.

Then she pulled forward so that I slipped out. When she turned around, I couldn’t keep the disappointment out of my face.

“Relax,” she said. “We’ve got two days. You’re going to be completely fucked out by the time we’re done.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Then let’s go find a more comfortable bed.”

True to Natalie’s promise, we spent the next two days fucking our brains out. We fucked in missionary, cowgirl, and doggie on the bed. She rode me, sitting, on the couch, while we kissed and I played with her breasts. We even slowly screwed on the carpet in front of the fireplace. I got a rug burn on one of my knees, but it was worth it.

We stopped bothering to get dressed, even for meals. Well, except for putting on an apron when frying bacon. For dessert one night, Natalie smeared chocolate sauce on her breasts and told me to lick it off. I then did the same with my cock.

I did come in her mouth, after one long, sensual, incredible blowjob, but most of the time it was in her pussy. She said she loved feeling me twitch just before I shot off, and at least once, that triggered her own orgasm.

In contrast to the first part of the week, we didn’t talk much about sex. Or, at least, sex with other people. She taught me some tricks about eating pussy, to her obvious benefit. At one point, I brought her to three orgasms in a row while just pausing long enough to let her catch her breath in between.

When we finally crashed, the night before our flight, it was in my bed. Natalie cuddled into my side. I’d actually lost count of how many times I’d come over the two days. Natalie’s orgasms were, of course, far more numerous than mine.

I drifted off to sleep, just so grateful for all that we’d done.

I woke up alone. After a moment of disorientation, I recognized the sound of the shower running. I checked the clock. We had a little time, but not a lot. My dick was sore, but I thought I could manage one more round.

Then I heard something else—a loud motor from outside. I threw on my sweats and hurried to the living room and peeked out the window.

I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. The cabin owner was blading the road.

I decided to make coffee and look over our breakfast options. We had some eggs left, but no bacon, and a little milk and cheese. I decided to make omelets while Natalie finished her shower.

She came into the kitchen in her sweats with a huge smile.

“For me?” she asked, looking at the pan.

“That one,” I said. “The next one’s for me.”

She nodded and then let out a long sigh.