Chapter 2

I woke up slowly, from the most refreshing sleep I could remember, but not quite sure of my surroundings or situation. Then last night came back to me in a rush.

Holy crap! I was on my nineteen year old brother's shoulder, we'd had some wild oral sex the night before (the parents were out of town), and we'd basically crashed in his bed without benefit of pajamas or nothin'.

Wow.

Laying there, trying to absorb all of this, I gradually became aware of his erection, extremely visible (you might even say enormously visible) just below my original field of view. Standing upright, and very impressive, it slowly swayed in time with his even breathing, and I stifled a giggle as I thought of a King Cobra being coaxed from a basket.

Carefully I reached for it. Could he be thinking of me, dreaming of last night? I certainly hoped so. Last night's romp had been fabulous, he'd practically turned me inside out with climax after climax. I could only hope I'd been as exciting for him as he'd been for me.

He obviously looked like he needed attention, so I slowly grasped and squeezed his cock, not hard, just firmly, to let him know I was available —

"Huh — wha — wait — no!" he spluttered, coming awake and startling me.

"Oh no, I'm sorry" I cried out, instantly regretting being so bold. I felt terrible, last night must have been a mistake, he had changed his mind about all the things we'd said last night. I jerked my hand away and started to roll away from him.

"No, no, wait, Twink" he commanded, his arm around me tightening. "Hang on, it's not a problem. It's just that nine times out of ten, when a guy wakes up with a hard-on like that, it means he's got a bladder the size of a basketball he's got to deal with first."

"Oh," I giggled with relief. "That hasn't been part of my education before now."

He rolled over me out of bed, pausing to look me up and down and mutter 'wow', and headed for the bathroom down the hall. I shivered with pleasure and decided to wait for his return right there.

"Ah, I'd hoped you still be here" he smiled at me when he got back. "I'd've understood if you'd hopped out of bed, but I'm glad you're here.

"Last night was something special, something great," he said as I snuggled back onto his shoulder. "I've yet to meet a woman I could feel so much love for —" (I felt warm all through and through) "- and I'll always feel this way about you. We can talk so easily and we think so much alike - Well, I don't have to tell you, do I?"

"And then, when we realized we were both attracted to each other, it just seemed perfect. You are so beautiful, so sexy, I feel so lucky to find out —"

About this time my body took over again, and a small wave of pleasure coursed through me. I tensed up against Brud and tightened my arm around him, burying my face in his shoulder and moaning lightly.

"Oh, boy," he whispered softly into my hair, caressing my shoulder.

He turned my face up to his like last night, and gave me another long, sweet kiss that made my whole body begin to ache for more.

When we felt me reach another gentle climax, he rolled me over onto my back and began to touch me lightly, first my face, then my neck and shoulders, then just barely across the top of my breasts.

Brud lay on his side next to me, and worked one arm under my neck so that his hand reached over my other shoulder to my opposite breast. That hand began to lightly caress my breast and play with my nipple. His other hand began the same with my other breast, while he nuzzled the side of my face with his lips. I could feel my insides begin to melt.

When his hand began to trace down my belly, I softly climaxed in anticipation and moaned in pleasure. Brud whispered "Oh, Twink, you are so beautiful," and I climaxed again.

After what seemed an eternity, his hand reached my sweet spot and he gently found my clit. I was already soaking wet, and he had no trouble sliding his finger partway inside me.

"OOoooOOOOooooOOOOOOHHHhhh" I moaned over and over as waves of ecstasy crashed from my head to my crotch and back again.

Brud gently stroked my clit as I strained against his embrace, unable to believe how good this could feel.

He rolled his leg over mine, forcing us more tightly together, and I gasped as I felt his now rock hard cock against my hip. He began a slow grinding motion, and I shifted just enough to bring my arms and hands around to grasp him.

I worked my hands around his cock and began gently squeezing him as he worked back and forth. My hands were giving him a shaft to slide back and forth in, and I knew he was thinking about fucking me while we were laying there, and I was getting even more turned on just thinking about it.

"Unh, unh, unh, that's perfect," he panted, "that's perfect."

Suddenly he jerked and strained, and shot a load of cum onto my belly, then another, and another.

I came all over again in a tremendous wave of pleasure, climaxing in time with his, feeling how unbelievably good this was and how much in love I was and how happy I was to be sharing this with him.

I held him until he stopped dripping, then I let him roll over onto his back. He looked at my bellyful of semen, grinned and said 'Sorry about the mess."

"Yeah, you don't look sorry about it. Hand me a Kleenex or five" I shot back at him.

After cleanup, we just laid next to each other for a few minutes.

"I could just about do that all day."

"Somebody here is oversexed."

"Smile when you say that, stranger."

"I'm no stranger than you are."

We both burst out laughing at that one, and ended up holding hands and looking into each other's eyes.

"Twink, I love you. If we weren't brother and sister..."

"I know, Brud. There are all kinds of ways to finish that sentence, and I think all of them include lots of sex and the rest of our lives," I finished up, grinning.

"We've got to figure out what we're going to do, and how we're going to get by with loving each other and not getting caught, and not letting Mom and Dad get suspicious. I have literally no idea what they'd think if they found out, and I don't intend to let that happen.

"In the meantime, I'm starving. I can whip up some scrambled eggs and fried 'taters, I've gotten pretty good at that living on my own. If you want to put on the coffee and whump up a batch of your fantastic biscuits, I'll join you in the kitchen for breakfast.

That sounded good to me, so I leaned his direction and gave him a quick kiss, then headed for my own bedroom. I could feel his eyes follow me as I left, so I wiggled my bottom at him, he blew me a kiss, and we both laughed.