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wasn't able to get him on his phone, but if one of you could give me a call and let me know how things are going I would really appreciate it. Okay. Love you, bye-bye."
Keryn put the phone down. What a turn-off. It wasn't something that she had any prior experience with, but she figured there couldn't be much in the world that would put a damper on having sex with your brother as much as a phone call from his mom. From your mom. What a strange way to phrase it.
She thought about it, but she'd come into the habit of considering their mom 'his' mom. He was so close to her, and her own relationship with their mom was friendly, but seemed very formal. Now that she was an adult, she seemed more like an aunt or an older friend. But there had always been a certain distance between them. There wasn't an intense bond. It made Keryn wonder sometimes.
There was no question that the fighting between the two kids had put pressure on their parents' relationship, and may have contributed to the eventual divorce. It would be simplistic to put all the blame on the kids, but when it was decided they would separate, it seemed immediately obvious to everyone how the family would divide: Keryn with their dad, C.J. with their mom. It made Keryn wonder how a brother and sister could be so different, but maybe that explained the sudden attraction between them. If they looked alike and acted alike, there was no way they would suddenly be lusting after each other like this. There were layers of mystery at work.
It didn't matter. She sipped down the wine. On top of the drinks she'd had at the bar, the bourbon and then the beer, the wine was sitting strangely. It was all right though. She just wanted C.J. to come home. She wanted his arms around her. She wanted to press her lips to his. She wanted...
Oh god, did she really want him to fuck her?
Yes. Yes, she really did. She wanted it so very, very much.
There was a sound at the door, and she hopped out of her chair and dashed across the apartment. It was him, and she pulled the door open for him just as he unlocked it. C.J. smiled when he saw her, and she pulled him inside and shut the door. They were in each other's arms not a moment later, their mouths together, lips and tongues at work.
Keryn's body felt electric. She could felt herself getting wet at the feeling of his hands gripping her by the waist. She didn't know what she wanted to do. She wanted to drop to her knees in front of him, she wanted to strip off her clothes, she wanted to do everything all at once--
"Hold on a second," he said, breaking the kiss.
"What is it?"
"Sorry, it's just that I'm so sweaty from the show and the bar. Let me grab a quick shower. I'll be fast, I promise."
"Oh. Okay, sure." She let him go, and he slipped away into the bathroom. He closed the door and she heard the shower start a moment later.
Waiting, she thought. Always waiting. First she had to wait to make up her own mind, then she had to wait for him...
She retrieved her wine glass and walked to the living room. She closed all the blinds and stood, thinking about what was going to happen. Her resistance to what was about to happen was gone. There should have been some biological barrier, she thought, but there wasn't. Just lust.
The sound of him clearing his throat made her gasp. She turned, and there he was. True to his word, he had showered quickly, dried off, and now he stood by the bathroom door, undressed. Keryn stared. Now she was able to fully take in the body that she'd seen only a glimpse of that morning, when she'd walked in on him while he was shaving. He was beautiful. He was tall, and although he wasn't bulky with muscle, he was toned and well-defined. Her eyes drifted from his face, framed by his curly brown hair, down his chest and his hard abs to the thatch of brown hair at his crotch and the cock hanging down.
It was long and thick, and he was clearly aroused, hanging half-hard, almost swinging out as he stood there.
"Hi," he
Keryn put the phone down. What a turn-off. It wasn't something that she had any prior experience with, but she figured there couldn't be much in the world that would put a damper on having sex with your brother as much as a phone call from his mom. From your mom. What a strange way to phrase it.
She thought about it, but she'd come into the habit of considering their mom 'his' mom. He was so close to her, and her own relationship with their mom was friendly, but seemed very formal. Now that she was an adult, she seemed more like an aunt or an older friend. But there had always been a certain distance between them. There wasn't an intense bond. It made Keryn wonder sometimes.
There was no question that the fighting between the two kids had put pressure on their parents' relationship, and may have contributed to the eventual divorce. It would be simplistic to put all the blame on the kids, but when it was decided they would separate, it seemed immediately obvious to everyone how the family would divide: Keryn with their dad, C.J. with their mom. It made Keryn wonder how a brother and sister could be so different, but maybe that explained the sudden attraction between them. If they looked alike and acted alike, there was no way they would suddenly be lusting after each other like this. There were layers of mystery at work.
It didn't matter. She sipped down the wine. On top of the drinks she'd had at the bar, the bourbon and then the beer, the wine was sitting strangely. It was all right though. She just wanted C.J. to come home. She wanted his arms around her. She wanted to press her lips to his. She wanted...
Oh god, did she really want him to fuck her?
Yes. Yes, she really did. She wanted it so very, very much.
There was a sound at the door, and she hopped out of her chair and dashed across the apartment. It was him, and she pulled the door open for him just as he unlocked it. C.J. smiled when he saw her, and she pulled him inside and shut the door. They were in each other's arms not a moment later, their mouths together, lips and tongues at work.
Keryn's body felt electric. She could felt herself getting wet at the feeling of his hands gripping her by the waist. She didn't know what she wanted to do. She wanted to drop to her knees in front of him, she wanted to strip off her clothes, she wanted to do everything all at once--
"Hold on a second," he said, breaking the kiss.
"What is it?"
"Sorry, it's just that I'm so sweaty from the show and the bar. Let me grab a quick shower. I'll be fast, I promise."
"Oh. Okay, sure." She let him go, and he slipped away into the bathroom. He closed the door and she heard the shower start a moment later.
Waiting, she thought. Always waiting. First she had to wait to make up her own mind, then she had to wait for him...
She retrieved her wine glass and walked to the living room. She closed all the blinds and stood, thinking about what was going to happen. Her resistance to what was about to happen was gone. There should have been some biological barrier, she thought, but there wasn't. Just lust.
The sound of him clearing his throat made her gasp. She turned, and there he was. True to his word, he had showered quickly, dried off, and now he stood by the bathroom door, undressed. Keryn stared. Now she was able to fully take in the body that she'd seen only a glimpse of that morning, when she'd walked in on him while he was shaving. He was beautiful. He was tall, and although he wasn't bulky with muscle, he was toned and well-defined. Her eyes drifted from his face, framed by his curly brown hair, down his chest and his hard abs to the thatch of brown hair at his crotch and the cock hanging down.
It was long and thick, and he was clearly aroused, hanging half-hard, almost swinging out as he stood there.
"Hi," he
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