Date: Sun, 31 Jan 2010 22:30:15 -0500
From: James Morgan <james_morgan@live.com>
Subject: Just once - Part 2

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction, and in now way does it reflect
the author or the website's feelings on relations in anyway.

--Just once: Part 2--

The loud sound of the blow drier filled my ears as my blond hair wavered up
and down from the resulting use. After another few minutes of running it
through my hair, I put the appliance down and began to brush.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but remember what had
occured. Remember what my life had become.

It had been nearly a month since me and my brother Alan had first had
sex. The summer days were slowly changing into autumn nights, and the once
green leaves littered the ground in little pictures of orange and brown. I
remember walking home a lot during those first two weeks after Alan.

Things had gotten perpetually awkward between us. Neither of us could
forget what happened, and neither could bring ourselves around to come to
terms with it. So for that first period, we simply stayed away from each
other. We were never alone in the same room, we didn't speak; at all.

Things were getting to the extreme, and I was getting rather fed up. We
both had agreed, after all, that it was just going to be once - and then we
would move on.

Easier said than done, I guess.

"Hey, Al." I called out one day, as my mom and dad piled out the door for
'date night'.  As soon as they had decided it was time to leave, Alan had
begun a retreat and made a b-line for his bedroom. I caught him half way up
the stairs.

Looking down at me, mortified, he swallowed something down his throat
before speaking.  "Yeah?"

I paused, tilting my head to the side and waiting for the inevitable sound
of the door closing shut. After it did, I turned back to Alan.

"What the hell man."

Alan raised one eye brow. "What?"

"What's going on?" I asked, throwing my arms out to the sides. My cotton
white t-shirt chaffed my arm as it clung to my torso.

"I-... I don't know what you mean." Alan answered unconvincingly.

"Come on." I went on, sighing. "We said it was just gonna happen once, and
then we would forget about it, right? What's the big deal. Let's just
forget about it and move on."

Alan put his head down, looking at his feet. Despite being older than me,
at that moment he looked like nothing more than a scared little
boy. "Okay." He grumbled.

I smacked my lips together, and stomped one foot. Moving to the foot of the
stairs, I peered up at Alan. "What? What is it?" I demanded.

Alan turned away from line of sight again, almost afraid to meet my
eyes. "I... I tried.  I really tried Tam." He rambled. "But I can't! No
matter how hard I try, I can't stop thinking about what happened!"

Now it was my turn to be mortified. Staring up at Alan, my eyes widened. He
hadn't been avoiding me because it was awkward - he had been avoiding me
because he wanted to do it again.

I could see that it hurt Alan to say those words. I wanted to reach out to
him, and tell him it was okay. But I didn't get the chance, as I heard the
door open behind me. Turning around to see who it was, my eyes were met
with the sight of my sister and her best friend coming in through the door.

"Hey." I greeted, my ears telling me that Alan had used our sister's
appearance to escape the awkward situation.

"Hey ya." My sister, Alison, said back. She pulled off the small black
beret she was wearing, letting her shoulder length, silky black hair fall
unhindered. Kicking her shoes off, Alison nodded towards her best friend
next to her. "Me and Kathy are gonna be in my room, kay?" She told me,
before leading her friend up the stairs.

I couldn't help but watch the two girls take the stairs two at a time. Each
time they moved for another step, their hips would sway and catch my
eyes. I had always envied my sister - she was just under six feet, and her
body was pefect. Her skin was smooth as silk and each curve seemed to draw
the eyes in. It was difficult to believe she didn't have a boyfriend yet.

After about an hour of pacing around downstairs and wondering if Alan was
gonna come down and face me like a man, I decided to give up on
it. Clearly, if I wanted anything to change, I would have to intiate it
myself. Sighing to myself once again, I climbed the stairs. When I got up
into the upstairs hallway, however, something caught my attention and I
completely forgot about my brother.

Alison's door was open just a crack, and I could hear the soft sound of
music and grunting coming through the little opening. I couldn't be sure
what was going on in there, but in my gut I knew that it was something I
wanted to see. Taking a step towards my sister's room, I gently pushed two
fingers against the door and widenedt the crack so that I could see
through.

And oh, did I see!

There, in the faded light of my sister's ancient lamp, was Alison and
Kathy. Their two bodies were devoid of clothes, and intertwined among each
other. Their two bodies pressed so closely, in the soft light it was
difficult to tell who's leg was who's. But after I examined the scene for a
second, I realized what was going on. Realized and got incredibly turned
on.

I couldn't explain my feelings. It was like my internal thermometer shot up
ten degrees, my whole body heating up - the warmth spreading from a fire
that had started between my legs. I felt wet, and checking to see, my
fingers touched against my pussy. Immediately a ripple of pleasure rushed
through me, and I had to lean on the doorway to keep from collapsing.

"Oh..." I whispered, the sound of my voice drown out by the low music and
moaning of my sister.

My head was swirling, and before I knew it I had watched the whole act. My
sister grinding her pussy against Kathy's, each girl responding with a
little outburst of pleasure. Their two faces barely ever more than five
inches apart - when they weren't slipping eachother's tongues into the
other's mouth.

Realizing I was panting, I turned and stumbled down the hallway. I passed
Alan's door, and found myself unable to go any other direction. Turning the
knob without knocking and busting in, I found my brother laying shirtless
on his bed, watching T.V.

"Tam?" Alan yelped, stunned. "Tam, what are you doing here? Tam - hey, are
you okay?"

I hadn't noticed my face get hot before, but when Alan asked about my
status I instantly felt the heat pulsating in my cheeks. Touching a hand to
my face, I swooned lightly, and leaned against the wall.

"Alan..." Was all I was able to get out.

Alan came to me, putting his hand under my arm and helping to steady
me. "Tam, what is it?"  He asked.

Turning into my brother's grip, I leaned my weight against him. Looking up,
my lips grazed his chin as I stared into my brother's eyes. "Alan..." I
repeated.

Alan seemed to understand this time, and his eyes locked with mine. For a
while, we stood there and just stared at each other. Then - and I'm not
sure when, as everything seemed to blur together - we were kissing, our
lips passionately reaching for the other.

I felt my back hit the bed and realized that my tight cotton shirt was
gone, and Alan was currently working on my pants. I lay against the cool
bed shirtless, my breasts hanging free, the cool temperature of the wind
making my nipples perky.

I didn't feel Alan finish with my bottoms, but I guess he had because he
was on me then.  Kissing every inch of my body, from head to toe. Then, as
it became almost unbearable, I felt him press his cock against me and push
inside of my pussy.

"Oh!" I groaned, and immediately, flashes of Alison and Kathy played across
my mind.  Then I was back again with Alan, and he was thrusting inside of
me as the pleasure grew and grew.

"Oh, oh, oh! Alan, oh, oh!" I grunted, each time catching a breath between
my brother sliding his cock inside of me.

Then, as time seemed to blur once more, I felt a deep warmth unload inside
of me.  Something I recognized, and something that I had felt was missing.

"Alan..." I breathed, as he collapsed on top of me, his cock still inside
of me.





"Tamara, you coming!?"

I blinked a few times, once again seeing myself in the mirror. Alan's voice
brought me back from my memories, and I set the brush down, looking towards
the open doorway.

"Yeah, coming." I muttered, as I stepped out of the bedroom and into my
parents room. It was date night again, which meant they would be staying in
the city. Which was the only way Alan could be laying naked on their bed,
waiting for me.

"Damn you look good." He said, shifting his position and taking notice of
the lacy bra and panty set I was wearing.

"I know." I joked, giving him a wicked little vixen grin. "So, did you
bring a condom this time?"

--To be continued in: Just once - Part 3--

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