Mike paced the living room of his parent's suburban home. His eyes were glued to the clock hanging by the door. It was ten past eleven. Briana's curfew was 11 pm. What the hell was she doing out this late?

Mike knew the answer but he refused to believe it. Briana was a sweet, innocent angel. She would never let some boy coax her into sex on the third date. As the minutes ticked by, Mike became more doubtful of his conviction.

How could she? Mike thought. How could his perfect little sister let that sleaze touch her? Mike had hated Scott from the beginning. It was more than just jealousy; Scott was an asshole.

When fifteen-year-old Briana had told her parent's she wanted to date a high school boy they nearly had simultaneous heart attacks. When she explained that Scott was only a year older they calmed down a little. They eventually agreed to let Briana invite him over for dinner as a kind of interview.

Scott had been a perfect gentleman throughout the entire ordeal. He charmed Briana's mother and won the approval of her father. By the end of the night they were practically throwing Briana into Scott's arms.

Mike, however, had seen through the bullshit. Whenever Mike and Briana's parents had been distracted Scott would take the opportunity to subtly grope Briana's chest or legs. Everything he said was so sugar sweet and sycophantic that Mike knew he was hiding his true self. When Mike heard his parent's give Scott permission to date his sister he felt like someone had kicked him in the gut.

Mike hated the idea of Briana dating. He couldn't stand the thought of some pig putting his hands on her angelic body or having her sensual lips pressed against some boy's. The fact was Mike was the one who wanted to kiss Briana, to feel her naked body beneath his hands and ram his cock into her virginal pussy. Yes, Mike was in love with his sister.

It had started when Briana hit puberty. Mike, then a horny fourteen-year-old, watched his eleven-year-old sister change from a spindly little girl into curvaceous woman. He began sneaking peeks at Briana's nude body and even attempted to take a picture of her once. He fantasized about her day and night. By the time he was sixteen Mike knew that no one would ever take Briana's place in his dreams.

That's why Mike hid in his room every time Scott came to pick Briana up. That's why when Mike saw Scott in the hallways at school he had to fight the urge to punch him in the face. That's why, at 11:15 on a Friday night, Mike was pacing the floor praying for Briana to come home.

Mike and Briana's parents had left that morning to spend the weekend at a Bed and Breakfast in Vermont. Briana had been forbidden to date while they were gone. Mike had attempted to enforce this rule, but when Briana gave him her doe-eyed stare and pleaded with him to please, please let her have some fun his resolve melted. He had extracted a promise of punctuality and sobriety from Briana before letting her go. She was obviously breaking that promise.

It was now 11:20 and Mike was prepared to jump in his car and scour the city for his wayward sister. Just as he was about to grab his coat, Briana burst through the front door in tears. Mike caught a glimpse of her as she dashed up the stairs to her bedroom. He heard the screeching of tires and assumed it was Scott beating a hasty retreat.

Concerned for his sister, Mike followed her. He could hear her sobbing through the door to her room. He gently rapped on her door.

"Bree," he called, "can I come in?"

"Go away Michael!" she yelled through the door.

Mike waited two breaths and entered Briana's room. He found her lying face down on the bed. Her body was convulsing with each muted sob. Mike sat down on the bed and put his hand on Briana's shoulder. Briana turned toward her brother and wound her arms around him. She cried into his chest as he gently stroked her hair.

Mike waited until she calmed down a little and then asked, "Tell me what happened Bree."

"Oh Mike, it was so horrible," Briana began, "Scott took me to this party with all these kids from high school. He tried to get me to drink, but I told him I promised you. He said that was stupid and he kept telling me to, but I wouldn't. He got mad and walked away and started hanging out. I tried to talk to him but he kept ignoring me so I went outside.

"He came out and said he was sorry and he wanted to show me something special. I followed him and he took me to this bedroom. I looked around and said 'What's so special' and he said ... he said 'this' and I turned around and, and he had, he had his dick out! I told him 'That's not funny' and he said 'It's not supposed to be' and he grabbed me and ... and ... oh God!"

Fresh tears welled up from Briana's eyes and she began sobbing again. Mike held her tight and rocked her back and forth. All that kept going through his mind was please don't tell me he raped you, please don't tell me he raped you.

After a while Briana calmed down again. She wiped her tears on Mike's already soaked shirt and began again:

"He grabbed me by the shoulders and he started kissing me and rubbing his, his ... thing on my leg. I told him to stop but he kept doing it so I tried to push him. He got really mad and grabbed my arms and called me a bitch. He started dragging me to the bed and I got scared. I told him to let me go or I'll scream but he didn't so I started screaming. He threw me on the bed and told me to shut up and I kicked him and kept screaming. He grabbed my legs and tried to pull them apart but this girl came in and told him to get the fuck out of her house.

"I ran out and I was crying and then Scott came out. This guy asked what was going on and Scott said 'Nothing, she's just a cocktease'. Then I got mad and told him to take me home or I'll call the cops. He said fine and we went to his car.

"I got in the backseat and he started driving. He kept calling me names like bitch and whore and slut and I started crying again. He said it didn't matter that I didn't fuck him 'cause he's gonna tell everyone that I did. He said when I got to high school everyone would know I'm a slut and the only guys that would date me we're ones looking for an easy piece of ass."

Briana gulped down air to regain her breath, "Oh Mike, I can't believe Scott is such an asshole! I thought he really liked me. I didn't know he was just trying to get in my pants." She dropped her head as fresh tears ran down her face.

Mike kissed Briana's forehead and rubbed her back in an attempt to soothe her. So many emotions were playing in his heart. Anger at Scott and himself for allowing the date, sorrow over Briana's plight, fear that Scott's plan to destroy her reputation would succeed, but most of all Mike felt a deep and passionate love for his sister.

"It's okay Briana," he cooed sympathetically, "He won't hurt you any more. That piece of shit is going to get his ass kicked in so many ways. I promise I won't let him start rumors about you. He won't be able to with his jaw wired shut."

For the first time that night, Briana smiled, "Thank you Mike. You're the most wonderful brother in the whole world. I love you so much."

Mike looked down at Briana's face and was awestruck. Even with messy hair and burning red cheeks caked in rivulets of mascara she was the most beautiful girl Mike had ever laid eyes on. Before he realized what he was doing, Mike leaned over and kissed Briana full on the lips. This was not the innocent peck shared between family members, but the passionate kiss of lovers that is full of sexual heat.

Briana pulled away from her brother. Her arms went limp at her sides. Her face was a mask of pure astonishment and she stared at Mike with vacant eyes.

Mike was mortified beyond belief. His heart was in his throat as he rose from the bed and backed away from Briana. His breath was coming in deep rasps as he attempted to speak:

"I ... I ... I'm ... s-sorry," he managed to squeak out before he bolted from the room. He ran straight to his own bedroom across the hall. Shutting the door behind him, Mike collapsed in a heap on the floor.

What the hell had he just done? He couldn't believe the absolute stupidity of the act he had committed. Not only had he revealed his twisted infatuation to Briana, he had tried to take advantage of her fragile emotional state.

Her boyfriend had almost raped her. She was scared, sad and in desperate need of a loving protector to keep her safe. Instead the brother who was supposed to make the hurt go away had tried to put the moves on her. Briana must have felt doubly betrayed.

Time passed as Mike lay on the floor contemplating his sin. Eventually Mike got up. He stripped of his clothes and held the shirt that was still moist from Briana's tears. He dropped the shirt, turned out the lights, climbed into bed and sought the oblivion of sleep. He prayed Briana would not invade his dreams as she had so many nights before.

After awhile he heard water running. He realized that Briana must have been drawing a bath. He allowed the subdued noise to lull him to sleep. As Mike fell into unconsciousness the image of his beautiful sister played in his head.

An unidentified disturbance woke Mike from his slumber. He looked up with sleep filled eyes and almost jumped out of bed when he saw Briana. She was sitting at the foot of his bed. Her hair flowed down and around her neck and shoulders like a golden nimbus. She wore a sheer white nightgown that exposed her milky breasts and pink nipples. Moonlight flooded the room giving her a ghostly surreal beauty. Mike had an eerie feeling that this must be a dream.

For a long time Briana just stared at Mike. Her face held no trace of emotion. Mike was afraid to speak or move. The tension mounted until Mike thought he would scream.

Finally Briana spoke, "Mike, do you love me?"

"Of course ... of course I do Bree," Mike stammered a response.

"Do you love me as more than your sister?" she asked.

Mike wasn't sure how to answer that. Briana might have been baiting him in order to accuse him of molesting her. She might have also simply wanted the truth.

Looking into her misty blue eyes, Mike felt compelled to be honest, "Yes Briana. I do love you as more than my sister."