Chapter 3

In the morning, Nat and I were awoken by three brisk knocks. We barely had time to become fully conscious before my bedroom door opened. Nat tensed, where she was lying with her head on my chest, but I kept her still with the arm I still had around her, thanking god that I’d also had the sense to put a t-shirt on before falling asleep last night. I also thanked God that Nat stayed quiet as I stirred, pretending to wake, and rubbed my eyes. I opened them to see our mother smiling at us—to my surprise. Perhaps she could really assume it was innocent? Could she not smell the sex in the air?

‘Aw, that was sweet,’ she smiled. I smiled back and put a finger to my lips, gesturing to Nat who still seemed to be asleep although I knew she was just acting. I didn’t move, but gestured for our mother to come closer. She sat next to me on the bed, and I tried my best to remain relaxed as I whispered an explanation: ‘Nat had a jerk for a date last night. She came home crying, and didn’t feel like being alone. She was pretty sad.’ Our mother’s face was sympathetic.

‘He didn’t ... take advantage of her, or abuse her, did he?’ she asked carefully in a low voice.

‘No, he was just a dick.’

‘Language,’ Mum clucked.

‘He was a dillhole,’ I amended. ‘You know how football guys can be,’ I said offhandedly. ‘She just really liked him and got disappointed.’

Mum was nodding; from the look on her face, I could see she’d had similar dates in her past, despite the fact that half of what I’d said was sort of a huge lie. ‘Poor Nat.’

‘I’m just going to let her sleep,’ I said, still whispering. ‘I’m stuck.’ I gave a half-smile.

Our mother clearly thought it was cute. I felt a bit gross lying to her so vividly about what had happened—why Nat was in bed with me—but of course, the truth would be horrible. So on that count, I was glad she was convinced. ‘Okay, sweetheart,’ Mum whispered, and pressed a kiss to my forehead. ‘You both come down when you’re ready.’ She gently closed the door as she left.

After a second, hearing her walk down the stairs, Nat popped her head up, eyes wide. ‘Quick thinking,’ she said, but then sighed with relief and sank back into the mattress. ‘There’s no way you can fuck me now. Why the hell is she up so early?’

“‘Language,’” I clucked, in imitation of our mother. Nat hit me over the head with a pillow.

‘You’re the one who kept moaning ‘fuck’ in my ear last night,’ she reminded me in a sexy whisper.

‘You did too.’ I nipped her throat.

‘No marks!’ she yipped. ‘Or ... at least not where they can be seen easily.’ I knew she enjoyed my teeth on her skin, so I went to her breasts, pushing the Stones t-shirt she’d borrowed from me up so it was over her breasts. She moaned very breathily and said, ‘This is very risky, Trev.’

‘I know,’ I said into her skin. ‘So I have an idea. Why don’t we sneak off into the shower together? We can pretend it’s just you in there and that I’m doing my morning work out so I can have the next turn at the shower. But really ... I’ll be doing you this morning for a workout.’

Nat seemed to like the idea. We closed and locked my door from the outside with my record player blasting a Stones album at a moderate volume (just loud enough that if Mum came knocking and I didn’t answer the locked door, she wouldn’t be suspicious). Then we locked ourselves in the bathroom, turned the water on steamy, and kissed for a long, long time. Nat insisted we wash ourselves before doing the deed, so I played with her soapy breasts and buttocks, making her giggle and moan—but never loudly—and she stroked my cock clean and then some. When she turned away from me, to wet her hair, I crouched just slightly behind her, just enough to fit my cock in her so when I stood up straight, it slid all the way into her slippery pussy. She gasped quietly feeling me fill her. My own moans of pleasure were supressed, too. I held my sister tightly by her hips and fucked her as vigorously as I could without it being dangerous in a slippery shower. She braced herself against the tiles, legs wide apart for balance. Her breasts shook with each short, quick thrust into her. I loved having Nat spread apart like that; it felt like she was really vulnerable with her legs like that, and I was fucking her so hard, anyway ... she was just taking it all.

‘Do you like it when I use you?’ I whispered in her ear, and felt a shiver go through her, her pussy squeezing tight around me, answering better than any words could. I bit her shoulder and growled my next words. ‘When I fuck your little pussy until you cum and stretch you open with my cock... ‘ Nat was panting hard now, and I thought she might be close when she gave a little desperate whimper. I held her up so she was standing nearly straight against my body, arms wrapped around her waist, and pushed her chest into the cool, wet tiles as the hot water and steam surrounded us. I brushed my teeth softly over her ear and whispered, ‘Do you like it, Nat, when your little brother fucks you like this?’