Chapter 6

I was already incredibly turned on from his speech, imagining him between my legs—when we finally met and joined, how I would cry out beneath him, feeling his cock part me and slide in deep. Alex would know how to make me feel good. He would know what to do to make me crazy with desire for him. He would make me insane with want. I tried to clear my head, and said, brightly, in a way I didn’t feel, ‘OK, thanks. I’ll try that.’ I bounced up to stand on the floor in front of him and raised a foot up over my head, one hand on it in an attempt to steady myself. ‘Tell me, can you do it like this?’ I was giggling now, trying to lighten the mood.

Alex hid a smile. ‘Yes, you can. But maybe not with your foot that high.’ He stood and I let him move my leg, his touch lingering at my knee, so that my leg was more off to the side. ‘It’d be more like that. But your partner would need to have a good grip on you.’

‘OK,’ I said, smiling, and then I began to teeter. Thankfully, in the direction of my bed—but unfortunately, Alex was in the way of that path. I managed to get out a surprised, ‘Whoa!’ before I slammed into my brother, both of us flying onto the bed, me on top of him. My head connected with his, and we both lay there groaning and holding our skulls for a moment, winded. Then I slumped against him, trying to get my breath back. ‘Sorry,’ I gasped.

‘It’s okay,’ he managed. I struggled to get up but he put an arm around my waist. ‘No, it’s okay, just get your breath back, Dottie.’

‘Okay.’

I think we both lay there for much longer than was necessary. His body was warm under me; it was nice to nestle my face into his shoulder. I cuddled close to him, feeling his heart beat against my chest. After a minute, he began to stroke my hair. We didn’t say anything. I felt, at my stomach, his erection begin, his cock gradually swelling and hardening. I propped my face up with one hand and looked into his eyes without speaking, searching his gaze. Alex stared back with those beautiful blues, nothing hidden in his face anymore. His cheeks were a little coloured. I leaned in, very slowly, and pressed my lips to his with the softest of touches.

‘Mmm,’ my brother moaned, his arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me tighter to him. He kissed me back, harder, one hand knotting in my hair. I felt his cock throb beneath me as we continued to kiss, slowly, and I felt myself begin to open inside, my pussy beginning to tingle in response. I pushed my body as close to his as I possibly could, doing as he was and putting my hand through his glorious hair as we kissed. It felt good to have my breasts squished against him, and impossibly good to be kissing him. I didn’t ever want to stop. His lips gently parted mine so our tongues would touch, pleasure zinging through me as they did. He pulled away after, for a second, to look at my face. Seeing no resistance there, my brother kissed me again, crushing me tightly to his body. His hips moved up, just a bit, to rub his pelvis against mine, making my breath come shorter. We were still kissing like that, arms wrapped around one another, when Alex sat up and pulled me close on his lap, so I was straddling him. Without panties, and considering he was only wearing sweatpants, I could feel his erection even better like this. I felt the urge to move, to rub my crotch against him, against his cock, and did, although it took a minute to get a feel for it. This made Alex make a sound I’d never heard from him before, sort of a little growl, and his lips left mine to pepper my neck with soft kisses. I had never realized, or imagined, just quite how nice it might feel to have my neck kissed, and it was wonderful. I gasped when his teeth bit gently at my earlobe, still grinding on him, and felt an answering throb below me show his pleasure.

‘Oh god, Alex,’ I whimpered as his hands found my breasts, touching them the way he’d said earlier. I already felt as though I might burst. My pussy was so needing, warm and wet for him in a way it had never been before. At my whimper he growled again, nipping at my neck, his hips pushing up into my grinding, and he groaned, reaching beneath my shirt to pull it off. When my breasts were bared, he just gazed at them for a moment, and then leant in to kiss them. ‘God you’re beautiful,’ he sighed into my bosom, before his lips closed around a nipple. He used his teeth there, too, just a soft nip but enough to make me cry out, head falling back.