Chapter 2

The rest of the day passed fairly uneventfully. I guess I was just in a movie-watching mood, because when my brother brought down a stack of other DVDs he’d burned, I joined him in watching them all.

By the end of the last film (an old musical about actors in a Shakespeare play), my head was throbbing. I guess that’s the price you pay for spending a whole day staring at the TV.

I got up and began to stagger to my room, but my brother stopped me.

“No kiss?” he said, a pout on his face.

“Oh,” I muttered. “Of course.” I felt so rude.

Sitting in his lap, I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled his mouth to mine. My tongue immediately began exploring his mouth - he stiffened with surprise, but soon his hands were roaming up and down my back, and I was able to relax and really melt into the kiss.

I guess it’s just a part of being kissy; I’ve always been super comfortable with physical affection. It was actually a little bit weird that I’d been watching the film from the other couch; normally I’d be sitting on my brother’s lap, letting his hands explore my body as we watched the film.

Still, at least we were making up for it now. As we kissed, one of his hands started moving up and down my thigh, pausing before he could reach my panties. His other hand drifted up to my chest and began groping my bra-covered tits through my dress.

A soft moan left my lips, and (as if he’d been waiting for encouragement) he stopped teasing me, and slowly began stroking the front of my panties. A shudder of pleasure wracked my whole body, and I could feel my brother’s fingers getting more insistent, parting my pussy-lips slightly as he rubbed, starting to push the fabric of my underwear inside me.

I know that my brother had wanted a kiss, but his hand made me forget what we were doing. Pulling away, I threw my head back, and his mouth moved to my neck.

“Please...” I whimpered, and he was only too happy to oblige.

It’s not easy being this kissy, I’ll tell you that. My whole life has been spent like this - I can’t help but be physically intimate with everyone I like, everyone I love.

Hell, even people I don’t like that much. I’m just a kissy kinda gal.

Before long my brother had pushed my panties to the side - I was dripping wet, and he slowly, tentatively ran his middle finger up and down my slit. It felt like he was teasing me, but I think he was just making sure that his finger was nice and wet before he slipped it inside.

Pretty soon his pointer finger had joined it.

“Oh, god...” I said, as he sucked and bit my throat. I knew I’d have a hickey there - just another in the long line of hickeys that had been given to me by my brother, by my friends ... sometimes by strangers on the bus.

When you’re as friendly as I am, it’s pretty easy to get covered in marks.

As soon as the waves of my orgasm began to subside, my mind cleared slightly, and I realized that something was wrong.

Really wrong.

My brother had asked me for a kiss, and I’d just writhed around on his lap like it was his job to pleasure me. Fortunately, I knew exactly how to fix that.

I quickly slipped my bra off, slipped my dress down to expose my tits, and slipped down to my knees. Arnold stared down at me, a smug look on his face as I knelt before him, unzipping his pants to find a throbbing erection.

God, how many times had I sucked my brother off? Dozens? Hundreds? It might have been entering the thousands by now - I’d genuinely lost count. And yet there was something strangely unfamiliar about the sight of his hard-on, its feeling in my hands.

I guess I was just excited. They say it feels fresh every time.

My brother grunted with pleasure as I took the head of his cock into my warm, wet mouth. Soon my face was bobbing up and down on his hardness with my standard enthusiasm - giving head is basically a big, wet, slobbery kiss.

I was loving every second of it.

It didn’t take long for him to grunt again and thrust forward, filling my mouth with his hot cum. Like the good little sister I am, I opened my mouth to show him his own offering, and then swallowed it down with a loud gulp.

Straightening my dress and picking up my bra, I finally left for my room. My headache was almost entirely gone, but Arnold’s cum felt like it was sending heat from my stomach throughout my body, and I wanted to get myself off again before Mom and Dad came home.