Chapter 2

Eternal Bonding

"Yeah ... you can talk to her, I guess ... hold on..." Jay said.

"It's for you. It's Cheyenne and she says it's urgent."

Chantell took his cell from him and put it to her ear. "Hello."

"What the hell did you do to my brother?"

"Huh?" Chantell asked. She was thoroughly confused. At this point she was still a little out of it and very much confused. About a half hour had passed, and she was still gathering her senses. She could barely remember everything that happened. It was as if a fog had swept through her brain and took her memories with it.

"My brother ... you know ... The one you drove so crazy that his balls started aching?"

"I did ... ummm ... is he okay?"

"Yeah ... now he is ... but you definitely owe me one ... A really big one ... I mean big, big, big..."

Chantell felt her heart sink. She wasn't sure, but she had a pretty bad feeling she knew exactly why she owed her best friend so big.

The conversation was definitely helping to bring her back to reality. She got up and started to head back to her room.

"That is my phone you know," Jay pouted.

"Hold on a second, Cheyenne," she said, turning back to Jay. She walked up, gently kissed Jay on the mouth, and whispered. "Don't worry ... no secrets," and left the room.

She got into her room and sat on her bed.

"Okay so now why do I owe you so big?"

"Because of what you did ... and well ... What I had to do to fix it," Cheyenne sounded like she was still on the fence about it. It was a gap that not everybody could bridge, and mentally Chantell was ready. She knew that now. She wanted her brother something fierce, and was curious to see if her friend could get there too.

"Quit beating around the bush tell me what you had to do."

"Well I couldn't just call an ambulance. I mean what was I supposed to do?"

"Tell me!!! The suspense is killing me, Cheyenne."

"Well let's just say I think it's only fair that you go jack your brother off."

"I plan on it," Chantell giggled. The words slipped from her tongue easily. She was talking to a friend, and admitting that to someone that had already done the same thing was, she found, pretty easy.

"You're kidding me ... Really? I mean ... I did it but, I'm not sure I'm happy about it like you sound."

It was the taboo of it. There was no doubt that it was the idea of doing something that you just weren't supposed to do that made it hot, and that's exactly what it was too. The idea that she had willingly jacked her brother off, even though she seemed to have some reservations about it now, was incredibly hot.

"It's hot, Cheyenne plain and simple. You jacked your brother off, and it's hot. Admit it."

"Well ... Fine ... I got a little wet while I was doing it."

Hearing her say that was re-igniting Chantell's insides. Her friend had beaten her to the punch, and had actually gotten her hands on her brother's junk like she wanted to do. Like she was going to do. She had to keep this short so she could get down to it.

"And you stopped at that?"

"Shit ... Why did you have to ask me that?"

"NO way? You didn't?"

"Go all the way? No ... I thought about it but jeez, Chantell. He's gonna be following me around begging for it all the time now. I really am in kind of a pickle here."

She had a bit of a point, but Cheyenne wasn't a push over. She'd figure it out.

"So how spill it ... What did you do?"

"You are not gonna just have to jack him off. You gotta suck him off too. And swallow ... Jeez ... I actually swallowed his come ... Then I went into my room and jerked myself off like a psycho rapist ... I kinda hate you right now," she said, but she laughed at the end.

"Wow, Cheyenne. You swallowed it?"

"Well ... Not all of it ... It turns out that's really why they call him squirt. I don't know how they know about it, but that's the reason. He comes for days, Chantell. Literally. No way could I get it all. It's like a friggin fire hose putting out a forest fire, I swear it."

"I gotta go Cheyenne ... Something I just gotta do!"

"You're gonna go do it now, aren't you?"

"I'm behind the curve ... What can I say?" She hung up the phone.

Chantell took a deep breath and reached for his door handle. She had spent the entire school year preparing for this moment—the moment when she would find that one lucky guy to give her virginity to. She had never guessed that the lucky guy would be her younger brother, but there it was right there in front of her, and she felt in her heart that it was somehow right.

She opened his door and walked in. He was still on his bed, but he had a Sports Illustrated in his hand, and she wasn't at all surprised to see that it wasn't the swimsuit issue. He was all about sports and read every issue multiple times. He tossed the magazine to the side as she walked through his door.

"So what was so important?" He asked her.

'Oh, right, '" she thought. 'I promised to tell him.'"

She sat on his bed beside him, and couldn't help but notice him trying to peek down her shirt, which was still unbuttoned further than it should have been. Her first instinct was to close herself up, but the naughty girl inside of her wouldn't let her do that. If he wanted to look down her shirt and stare at her cleavage while she talked to him, she'd let him. She felt her nipples harden at her decision, and her body got a little warmer.

"Apparently I gave your buddy a bad case of blue balls," she said and couldn't stop from giggling.

Jay laughed with her, but his eyes got a little wider.

"Wait ... He told her?" he asked suddenly, as if that wasn't perfectly obvious.

"Yep!" Chantell said. "He told her all right."

"She's not gonna nark us out or anything ... I mean ... She won't tell our friends ... Right?"

Chantell busted out then. "Nope ... She can't."

Jay got a confused look on his face. "I think she could. I mean I don't think she'd do it on purpose, but you gotta admit this is some pretty juicy gossip and..."

"Jay. She sucked his dick!" Chantell blurted. She didn't regret the lack of subtlety though. She didn't want this part of the conversation to last too long. She had more important things on her mind.

"Shut the fuck up! No she didn't. Cheyenne's too proper!"

Chantell crinkled her brow at her brother. He obviously had a lot to learn about girls. Of course Cheyenne came across that way to most people. Her parents—sure, her little brother—probably so, and most of the other kids at school too, but get her alone one on one, and spend some time with her?,

"You have a lot to learn, my young brother," she laughed. "Cheyenne wants it just as bad as anyone else."

Jay gave her a serious look. "She really sucked him off?"

"Oh yeah. She said that she now knows the real reason that they call him 'squirt'."

"Fuck me ... You aren't lying then ... If you know that then it's gotta be true."

"How do you guys know about that though? I mean you guys have called him 'squirt' for some time. You gotta a little gay thing going on that nobody knows about?" she chided him.

"Huh? No!" He said defensively. "You know him. He brags about the stupidest shit sometimes. He told us one time, and we just started calling him 'squirt.' We thought he'd hate it, but he doesn't--t least not by any of his real friends."

"Relax. It was just a joke. Anyway Cheyenne says since she had to relieve her brother that I have to relieve mine," Chantell placed her hand on his leg as she said it and looked into his eyes. His face flushed and his eyes darted from hers to his lap. She couldn't help but to think it was kind of cute.

"You don't have to do that if you don't want to. I'll even tell her you did if you want me to."

Chantell felt her heart quickening in her chest. She did want to. She knew that much for sure, and making that decision excited her. She wanted to have her brother's dick in her mouth. To feel his hardness against her lips and to measure his size with her tongue and lips. She wanted to kiss him and to feel her naked body against his.

"You mean you don't want me to?"

He gave her a serious look, and his face turned beet red. He shrugged his shoulders.

"I won't do it if you don't actually want me to, Jay," she said feeling a little rejected.

"I uh ... But you are my sister ... I mean I think about it a lot but..."

"You mean you've imagined it before?" She said trying her best to not to make it an accusation.

He nodded yes, but didn't say anything.

"A lot?" She said more excitedly

He nodded again.

She leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips. He puckered back and allowed it.

"Is that how you imagined kissing me?"

He shook his head.

"Tell you what, Jay. Pretend that this is one of your fantasies. Forget about the wrong or right of it. I just want you to do whatever you've imagined yourself doing with me."

"I don't know Chan..."

She put her finger to his lips.

"Whatever you are thinking just do it. Don't think ... DO!"

He gave her one more serious look and then stood up and got in front of her. She didn't say a word to him just looked him straight in his hazel eyes. He took a deep breath, gathering his courage, and then cupped her cheeks in his hands, bending down to her, and kissed her on the lips. At first it was just a gentle peck on the lips, but his lips parted and his head turned to the side so he could kiss her more fully.

Chantell just went with it. She wanted him to take the lead. She wanted him to do whatever he wanted with her and she wanted to accept him. She felt his tongue entering her mouth and then felt him guiding her to her feet. She stood up and put her arms around his neck, and he put his around her waist. His lips sent sparks throughout her entire body, mesmerizing her, and filling her like an empty cup.

"I love you, Chantell," he said, breaking their kiss to let the words escape his lips.

Those words felt so right when he said them that she couldn't deny them. She had seen him at some point pretty much every day of his life, and even though they didn't always get along perfectly, they did get along. Their relationship was better than just that though. She couldn't remember a time when she didn't like being in his presence. She couldn't ever remember thinking to herself that she just wanted him to go away--he liked having him around. She liked having him as a brother, and she always loved the fact that his room was right next to hers. Connected.